Tough Stuff

I have been challenged this past week by another blog i have read that said to not always talk about the fun times, but talk about the tough stuff, too. I feel i report a lot of the fun stuff, because it's easier to talk about, but i have an example of the tough stuff that is fresh in my mind and so (with a glass of milk and a piece of leftover b-day cheesecake at my side) i will dive right in...

Sundays are hard...let me rephrase that...Sundays for young mothers are hard. I had no clue before having children how exhausting Sundays can be. I know i am speaking for mothers everywhere when i say we get next to nothing out of a sermon (except a few bruises from our children crawling on us with dress shoes on and a few wet cheerios stuck to our shirt). I am often just hoping to catch one good sentence or thought to go away with. I have found that I like to get into church first thing so i am there when they start singing. I hope to at least get the singing in so i can get the worship part of the service.

Perhaps today was harder than others. With Paul in Sunday School, I get both kids in the morning (and Hannah did not take her regular AM nap today) and we had the Easter program this afternoon and Paul was in it so I had the kids for that, too. It was a good reason to go home at noon but I really wanted to stay for the program (and I am glad that i did, it was great : ) but it has just worn me out. (which has prompted this post)

I have had a few mothers say that if you can at least say you had some "fellowship" then that is at least a start. Unfortunately I regularly don't get a chance to talk to anyone except my children so unless "do you need to go potty?" and "sit on the bench" are fellowship, then I'm lacking in that area as well : )

I'm afraid this may be turning into more of a complaint but I wanted to post this to let the other young mothers out there know they are not alone. And that this is just a season. Soon our kids will be old enough for Sunday School and we will be sitting alone in AM church and wonder why we don't feel the tugging on the shirt sleeve and why we are looking at the minister instead of keeping an eye on our kids. And perhaps I am posting this because I want to know that there are other mothers out there with this feeling and I'm not just the only one who has yet to figure out how to make it through Sundays...My little church-goers...

Comments

  1. AnonymousApril 5, 2009 at 7:44 PM

    dear sweetie-
    yes, this too shall pass.
    there were many sundays i felt the same way- your dad was in s.s. too and i had all three of you til Amanda went to s.s. wish i were there to help you-- I love you! and they do grow up way too fast!
    mom

    ReplyDelete
  2. NicholeApril 5, 2009 at 8:23 PM

    that's right, mom. i forgot about dad being a sunday school teacher - didn't realize we were that young at the time. i knew there was someone else out there who knew what i was talking about :) XOXOX

    ReplyDelete
  3. smwApril 6, 2009 at 9:06 AM

    thanks for sharing your heart, nichole. know you are not alone. i know mother after mother who feels this exact same way.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Tell me how you live intentional. I'd love to know!

Popular posts from this blog

The jig is up

Image
OK, I've kept it a secret for 6 months, but now that it's over, I'm bragging on my man. : ) Since April, Paul has been training to run the Columbus Marathon. We were able to get a few days off of work, grandparents watched the kids, and on Saturday morning Paul and I headed down to Columbus. We headed downtown to pick up his race packet and then spent the rest of the day and night with Ben, Jaime, and Alayna . Dark and early (5 AM) Sunday morning we rolled out of bed, Paul got geared up, and we headed downtown again to find a decent parking spot. Thankfully we found a good place to park and had Paul to the starting area at 6:30 AM (an hour before start). Ben graciously came along so I didn't have to wander around Columbus on my own -thanks, Ben! It was mid-30's at the start with a slight breeze, but skies were clear and the sun came out once it rose. Ben and I saw Paul off at the start and then headed to the halfway point (got some coffee along the way) and
Read more

Madeline Nichole Suvar

Image
The newest addition to our family came into this world on February 1st. She weighed 6 lbs 3 oz and was 19 inches long. She surprised us all with having black hair - Owen and Hannah were born with next to nothing for hair and even then it was real light. She impressed the doctors at the hospital by gaining back her birth weight and passing it by an ounce (a rarity, I guess). Our first day at home (today) went well. She was awake for most of the morning and through lunch and then took a nap in the afternoon. She nurses well and doesn't get upset by all the noise Owen and Hannah make. Hannah loves to come over and pat her on the head and Owen will talk to her and hold her hand. I am working on wrapping my mind around the fact that I am a mother of 3 - it makes me feel old! :) I'm healing well from my C-Section, the hardest part is forcing myself to stay put and letting Paul do things for me. He's a great nurse, cook, father, husband.... : )
Read more

Of loss and hope

Image
Thank you to those who have reached out to me, prayed for me, since my post on Sunday. I am humbled yet again by the love of Christ, and His followers. I spoke of hope. And truly I am learning more about hope as life goes on.  I understand it more than I did 10 years ago. And even now, this week, I feel I am seeing new dimensions of it that I did not know existed. I am a realist. With a small dose of optimism.  And I think that it is that sprinkling of optimism that is keeping me from swinging way over to the pessimistic side of things. Because I truly want things to work out, HOPE that things will work out.  But I keep my hand on the shift knob, because I just may have to throw things into a lower gear because well, I'm just hoping for things to work out, but kinda doubt they will. I hope that made sense to someone.  You may need to go back and read it.  I'll wait. .......... I think I live most of my life, and approach most circumstances, like that.
Read more