Just a disclaimer that this post is quite long and probably very boring. I am writing it more for myself than anything (to keep a sort of journal of my thoughts).
I was talking with a friend a few days ago who is in the middle of potty training her 2.5 year old daughter. We came to the conclusion that being a mother of toddlers is almost like having a bi-polar disorder.
I am blessed to have so many wonderful sisters - some through birth and some through marriage, all of which are the greatest women God created. In the midst of my venting about being the mother of a very spirited 2 year old boy, my wise sister-in-law gave me some great advice. She told me that if there was a time when Ben (or any of my children) got into something they shouldn't, rather than freaking out, run and get the camera.
This was one of those moments. Ben and I have been having some rough days with his behavior (and mine) lately. This day I am convinced that Ben was determined to get into everything I had ever told him not to get into. It was very difficult to keep things in perspective. I was reminded of this email that I had read a while back titled "Invisible Mom":
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip,and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals, we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.
As all mothers know, being a mother taxes every part of you - and I literally mean EVERY part. Most everything you do is constantly being un-done. The dishes never stay clean, the laundry never stays done, and the house is constantly being lived in, thus needing to be constantly picked up. Your babies cry when their diapers are being changed, even though you are doing it for their benefit. Your toddlers scream and hit you when you are trying to save them from electrocuting themselves by taking the screwdriver away they were about to stick in the outlet. The list can go on and on. It can be a little frustrating at times... and I'm only in the beginning! I haven't reached the hardest years!
Fortunately we have a loving Heavenly Father who does know what we are doing and does notice the work we put in. He has promised us that he will never leave us comfortless.
"Let me suggest that one of the ways whereby the Savior comes to each of us is through His abundant and tender mercies." -David A BednarI just wanted to share the tender mercies I have been blessed with:
We blessed Lydia December 26th. What a great day!!
Lydia is a tender mercy all on her own. She is the most delightful baby.
And here is the love of my life (next to his dad).
Being so handsome must be exhausting....
Mitch is such a great dad. The best decision I ever made was marrying him.
We had a special visit a week ago. Mitch's mission president from Brazil stopped by while he was in town. He is such a great man and it is always to wonderful to talk with him. His wonderful son-in-law joined him to help translate. (you would think that Mitch could translate for me, but he gets too excited speaking Portuguese that he forgets I don't understand it.) For so many reasons, that visit was an especially needed tender mercy.
If you have the urge to play, we would love to have you join us.
This was one of those moments. Ben and I have been having some rough days with his behavior (and mine) lately. This day I am convinced that Ben was determined to get into everything I had ever told him not to get into. It was very difficult to keep things in perspective. I was reminded of this email that I had read a while back titled "Invisible Mom":
Lydia is a tender mercy all on her own. She is the most delightful baby.
And here is the love of my life (next to his dad).
Being so handsome must be exhausting....
Mitch is such a great dad. The best decision I ever made was marrying him.
We had a special visit a week ago. Mitch's mission president from Brazil stopped by while he was in town. He is such a great man and it is always to wonderful to talk with him. His wonderful son-in-law joined him to help translate. (you would think that Mitch could translate for me, but he gets too excited speaking Portuguese that he forgets I don't understand it.) For so many reasons, that visit was an especially needed tender mercy.
He pulls the bill down when he wants to ignore me.
There is no traveling without the hat.
Naps are not complete unless it is with his hat.
And, of course, the hat is required for a good night's rest.
Shortly after Lydia came home from the hospital, Ben learned she took a lot of mommy's time and wasn't going anywhere.
As much fun as bath time is, Ben has learned that we don't bathe with our clothes on.
Another lesson learned: Lydia's bed is not for Ben
On Halloween Ben and I both learned a few things. I learned not to keep the bathroom door open and Ben learned that when you put clothes in the toilet, mommy gets VERY upset. Benjamin also learned that the couch is not something we color on.
Ben learned that fingers can get pinched in the door.
Along with the hard lessons, we've learned some fun things too. Ben learned that the snow can provide lots of fun activities.
We all have learned how delightful Lydia is and she is learning how to smile.
Lydia Genevieve Rencher was born October 6th at 3:24pm. She weighed 6 lbs and 4 oz and measured 19 inches long. The delivery was a BREEZE! I was induced, which meant I had an epidural the entire time and it was beautiful! I only had to push through 4 contractions and she was out, so I really feel like I cheated!
