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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

I Miss The Village

August 1st, 2014 by Aubri

 

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Most women still want Motherhood. A lot even want to be able to stay home with their children. But there’s something pressing on us. Many pressures to pursue more than just being a mother. Just being a mother is no longer enough.

“Yes, my wife is JUST a mother. JUST. She JUST brings forth life into the universe, and she JUST shapes and molds and raises those lives. She JUST manages, directs and maintains the workings of the household, while caring for children who JUST rely on her for everything. She JUST teaches our twins how to be human beings, and, as they grow, she will JUST train them in all things, from morals, to manners, to the ABC’s, to hygiene, etc. She is JUST my spiritual foundation and the rock on which our family is built. She is JUST everything to everyone. And society would JUST fall apart at the seams if she, and her fellow moms, failed in any of the tasks I outlined.

Yes, she is just a mother. Which is sort of like looking at the sky and saying, “hey, it’s just the sun.” Matt Walsh

Our flesh under the burdens that come with motherhood would have us escape. Our own flesh tells us there has to be something more than this. This is far beneath me. This is about to drive me insane.

“They [Women] are led, subtly but surely, to look on the mothering they do as a mere necessity – even a penance – and they live as if they were reserving their real enthusiasm for something else, usually unspecified.” Robert Capon

And of course there is what the culture, or our own friends and neighbors tell us. Communities certainly have little praise or help for women whose full-time occupation is staying home to Mother.

I read this article yesterday. It echoes the thoughts I have several times a day. I miss the village. I miss the times when what I do all day was the norm. I can only imagine what that must have felt like. When I would have been surrounded by other women who were in the same boat.

Now, my “village” is in my computer. My village is only cyber, but it is real. For that I am so thankful. I don’t know the loneliness that would exist if I didn’t have a community of moms online, but there is still the loneliness isn’t there?

I feel that loneliness when I’m out with my family and we are the sideshow, I feel that loneliness when library reading days are cancelled due to low numbers of children available during the day, I feel that loneliness when I learn that all the mothers my age go off to work everyday.

Our own communities make being a full-time mom very difficult.

I wonder sometimes if those days will ever return. Will there come a day when more women will decide perhaps we were better off 100, 200 years ago? Will we decide that perhaps women were better off  back in the kitchen with the children? Will “the Village” ever be a part of my life or my daughters’ lives again?

*You can read some follow up thoughts on this topic on this post Re: Comment on I Miss The Village Post.

 

 

 

 

The Things They Say

July 30th, 2014 by Aubri

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Forgive the Cheez-It teeth.

 

How can you tell if your baby is German?

Esther: Open die fridge. Put die milk back in.

Esther: I can’t reach it!
Mama: What are you reaching for?
Esther: Die fan.

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Clara: “Mama did you know we have a crack in our booty?”
Mama: “Yes!”
Clara: “That’s how God made it. And He made our eyes and our ears and our mouth and our nose and our hair and our head. But I made my bracelet.”

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Lily: Was this kitchen all Daddy’s before you got married?
Mama: Yep.
Lily: And was there not a lot of food in it? Did all you see was Macaroni and Spaghetti when you came?
Mama: Ha!

Lily: I wish I liked more foods. Then I wouldn’t complain about it.
Mama: 🙁

 

 

More on Mess and Keeping It Real

July 27th, 2014 by Aubri

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Thank you to my friend who emailed one of her messes to me!

I’ve always been one to enjoy seeing other peoples’ messes.  I also like being around other people’s children to realize that “it’s not just mine”, other children do the same things. These are like little gifts. Gifts of relief.

I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who finds courage from seeing the messy life of another. You other mothers out there need to know you’re not the only one too. We quickly begin to believe that. That everyone else has it together while we hang a FAIL badge from our necks.

It’s helpful knowing that some other “seasoned mama” has committed the same “rookie mistakes” or that she zones out while mess bombs have landed all over her house or she can’t keep her kids teeth and hair brushed. That knowledge takes so much pressure off. Pressure I put on myself to actually have it together or to appear to have it together.

I especially feel this pressure with so many babies. I think we can feel bad about being too honest out of fearing that we’ll scare someone away from having children or more children or maybe be so glad they don’t have a lot of babies.

Or if we complain we fear that someone will think us ungrateful or we fear our honesty will give the other mamas out there reason to “judge” us. And I’m sure those fears might be legitimate, but I still prefer the honesty.

And it’s not just the messes of the stuff in our houses. For me the mess that is hardest to be honest about is the mess of us.

Maybe I’m finally growing up a bit or maybe I’ve just surrendered to defeat but I think I’m letting go of some of that worry. There’s something about mothering a large group of Littles that is pretty humbling or just humiliating.

Exhibit A: This morning in church, after realizing just grabbing defiant Gerhardt by the pants and pulling him to me wasn’t gonna do anything but break his buttons, I had to stand up, in great aggravation, during the sermon, in the front of the congregation and yank him twice…HARD, to release his death grip of the pew. While baby wearing Mercy I’ll add. A sight I’m sure and a nod to humiliation.

That’s “Mess.” The kind of mess you really don’t want happening in public but know it’s gonna happen.

I like what these Mamas have to say about mess.

From Blythe: “But one day I watched a veteran mother of many pop up from her shady spot under a tree to chase a wandering toddler away from the street. I watched her run with a newborn at her breast, soft, postpartum belly exposed, underwear bunched up above the waistline of her jeans… yelling, running, towards the 2 year old on the sidewalk. And I loved her for it. I loved her for being a mess in that moment. I loved her for allowing me to see her- breast, belly, running, all of it. Of course, she wasn’t putting on a show for me, she was just being a mother to her wandering little one and to her nursing baby- but she gave me a profound gift. And in that moment, I mentally untied all of the tightly wound expectations I had given to myself. Because I saw a good woman being a little bit messy, just like me. And I realized that meant I was just like her.”

From Cari: “So to every person who ever was brave enough to show me the less-than-glossy side of parenting during my journey towards motherhood- thank you.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart, because had you just fed me the highlights of parenting, I would have smiled politely, and let it slide right off of me.  It was in the gritty and the imperfect and the difficult aspects of motherhood that you showed me what wonderful and tremendous gifts children were.”

From Ginny: “Ladies, I wish we could all link hands and promise each other:  “I will never judge you because you are behind on laundry, or because I tripped over baseball cleats and power tools on my way into your house.  Book and toys scattered across the floor, crayon on the wall, I won’t even notice.  I’ll feel special that you let me into your real life, trusting that I want to be your friend not a source of anxiety or even worse someone to compare yourself to.”

From Emily: “Embrace the mess. By which I mean, not exactly embracing the MESS, but the children IN the mess…who create the mess, who are a mess…So yes, embrace the mess. And try not to twitch… at least not in front of them.”

But for all the ways we try to hide our messes, I love sitting around with other mamas talking about each of our messes. All laughing as we try to “out mess” each other. Isn’t that how it goes? And that’s fine, it helps to know you’re not the only one with mess and it helps to know that sometimes, yes, someone else’s mess might be messier than yours! Be thankful and be helpful to that Mama.

I hope all my mess helps some of you and I want to thank you for the kindness you return when I gift you with my messes!

Also, thank you for not making me feel I have to make 100 disclaimers when I show off these messes. I love my babies, I love being a Mama to my babies, but reality, I have much more mess than clean in my life. I complain but I’m grateful.

No, never nearly grateful enough and that’s because…truth, I AM THE BIGGEST MESS in this house.

 

Milestones

July 25th, 2014 by Aubri

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This was a monumental week for Lily.

This week she learned to tie her shoes and lost her first tooth!

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 She fretted, oh she fretted and it just dangled there. It was time to get it out.

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