Wednesday, November 27, 2013

The confessions of a mom of many.


We took a road trip to the beach over the weekend for a friends wedding. It took more effort than usual because we had been fighting a virus and several was just getting it. We finally got everything packed
and into the car and we headed out to make memories.


My head crowded with thoughts..You know the thoughts of 
My kids are growing up and I feel like
 I'm feeling my way through the dark in this thing called parent-hood.
Yeah those thoughts


I read books and most importantly the bible but it's just hard sometimes.
Anything worth doing is hard though.


It doesn't help that when we get sick it takes 2 weeks to get over it because there are so many of
us. I'm tired and I feel used up after 2 weeks. I feel sorry for the last one to get sick because my gentleness
and nurturing nature feels like some made up story..a bad made up story at that.        


 Being a Parent to adults is so much harder than I ever imagined. Trying to keep your thoughts to yourself and trying to let them go without hanging on for dear life. Just letting go and trusting in the Lord. I keep reminding myself that we have been faithful and that in the end they leave.


I'm thankful for her leaving it was good and his leaving is coming up.
You forget the leaving when they're little.

I tell ya it wants me to slow things way down
when you experience a couple of them leave the nest.
I spend more time in bed-time good-nights. Laying under the covers and holding hands.
Tickling round bellies and holding sick little hot girls.
They don't have leaving on their mind but I do.
{I know that sounded like a song.}

I put up Christmas lights in everyone's windows with paper snow flakes to remind myself
that this season is temporal and I want to enjoy it in all it's glory.
Lights, food and their laughter.


When you're in deep waters in parenting it can seem overwhelming and never-ending but you will reach
shore one day and it's so easy when they're little.
 They eat after you and drink after you.
kiss you in public and stand and talk to you when you go the the bathroom.
They snuggle up close and don't mind you acting crazy.
You don't have to dress up or wear make-up they just love you.

I just love little kids.

The magical season of child-hood is amazing
It's such a gift and so many times young moms try and rush the most beautiful 
time in their life. The busyness of everyday crowding your mind of the beautiful that this season offers.

The weeds of right now hiding the fruit



I'm older you know. I see what the years do to a mom of many.
The years of little sleep and the body that just can't snap back is a constant reminder
of my age and I ask myself would I change anything and the answer is always no, not one little thing.

I earned every little battle scar and I will not cover them up so the world thinks better of me.
I'm not dressed up
My hair may or may not have been combed for the day.
sometimes I just forget if I did or didn't.
My latest fashion is something I can work in get dirty in and
not stress if it gets dirty because it will.

My husband knows what 10 pregnancies did to my body as well as my heart because he
was there fighting with me through each and every one. So I don't have to cover up for him
he knows and him and the Lord are the only ones who really know what a day in my garden is.
So when he comes home and I look tired it's because
I am tired. I'm a stay at home mom and I'm slap wore out by 6.30

Wear your scars well..Don't beat yourself up because you're not perfect or because other 
women don't have the same scars; decide to love yourself and to thank God for allowing you
the work before you.
Being a mom to 1 or 10 will bring scars and my children are worth the battle   
    

 I hear of so many women struggling with fatigue and why not?
We are doing one of the most demanding jobs in the world you're gonna be tired.
Your gonna blow it but pick up your pack and keep moving.
Can you tell I'm the mother of an Eagle Scout.. 


I have a big garden to tend right now with 8 kids minus 1 add 1..(We have a special guy living with us
right now.) So tending my garden takes lots of weeding everyday. If I don't weed
well the day before I have double duty the next. Its no-ones fault except my own.

A beautiful garden doesn't just happen it takes work.
It takes planning
It takes the want to...

I want to step into this garden that the Lord has so blessed me with and tackle
the weeds of the day.
I don't worry about the weeds of tomorrow but just kneel in the deep rich dirt of today
and get dirty. Get my hands dirty in the soil of their heart.
     

On our road where we live it's old country land. The gardens of each 
farmer proudly on display winter or summer.
The soil being tilled and turned in the winter preparing for the next harvest.
In the summer our neighbors skillful hands constantly bent to pull weeds
or behind their big tractors. Their gardens stand tall and strong I look out my car
window and watch them work. Year after year. Garden after Garden.
Their craftsmanship on display for everyone to see.
Each family has their own way some have a late garden and some an early garden
some don't plant until after the first frost, some do.

Same with parenting I suppose.
We each have a garden and we'll each produce an end product
but we might do it different.

But you produce something  
we all produce something.
My gardening Techniques would make Mr. Green or Mr. Cuzzort  
laugh a little I suppose but we must work it out and learn something new
everyday until  


Until the day when 
She will move off the farm and have her on little plot of land 3 hours south.
She will start tending her own dirt and dirt is dirty and she will have
to kneel in the stuff and keep the hard clots of life soft and manageable.
 I pray I taught her enough 




I will not quit gardening even when my back is bent and my hands tremble I will
always be a gardener for the Lord.
My garden will be on display for generations to come and so while I'm able I will
pull weeds and till the dark rich soil that holds tomorrows fruit.

Gardening from The Farm

7 comments:

Aflyonmyhomeschoolwall said...

Totally understand about how long it takes to get better once sickness arrives. We're on kid #4 and week #3 with pinkeye--no one has the courtesy to get it at the same time as someone else so we can just get it all over with!

Your family is so beautiful, and your post was very inspiring on this Thanksgiving morning.

Anonymous said...

This really hit me hard I have found myself reading it over and over. My children are still young and the day seem so long and just blend togather. You have a beautiful way of writing about motherhood. Thank you for sharing your wisdom. Tiffany

Emily, wife of Jeremy said...

I need this today. As a homeschooling mom of 5 under 8 and a live in teenage step son (plus 2 step daughters), my days are often overwhelming and the to do list unending. I try but sometimes I forget to live in the moment, for life is fleeting! Thanks Robin!

sixgunsue said...

I've been reading your blog for the last week and I love it, love your family and your values. Your family is similar to ours.
Your son Tucker is very much like my son Cliff who is almost 17.
Would love to talk to you sometime.
When you have a minute drop me a line
at sixgunsue@taylortot.com
Merry Christmas
Sue

Rachel said...

Beautiful.

Thank you.

Bonnie Mota said...

Hi, my name is Bonnie and Ive been up since 2am reading all of your stories. I'm not a very religous person but I am a mother of 5 children and 1 grandson. I just want to say that I've cried, laughed and learned so much from your stories.

Rachel said...

I love coming to visit just for the music sometimes!

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