Letter to Baby B's Mommy

Tonight your head will hit the pillow, comfortably or as comfortable as a 9 month pregnant lady can be. Tomorrow could be different. Today a lady, tomorrow potentially a mommy. A mommy, no greater sound in the world.

There is just comfort that comes along with the sound of "mommy" and yet also fear and great responsibility. Am I going to be good enough? Will I know what to do? Can I do this? Will I jack up my kid? Oh yes and the list no short of how did I end up here on some days... Truth!

Its been said that, a child fills a place in your heart that you never knew was empty. Its true, you will see, once you see his face, hold him, kiss him and be his mom, you will wonder how on earth did you survive without him.

Children are a heritage of the Lord, being a mommy is the highest calling any lady could have. It is an honor and a privilege to be able to take care of these little beings that belong to the Lord and take care of them as they are on loan to us. Remember that, remember that they first belong to God and it will ease the fear when they are sick or hurting. He will take care of them and show you how to be a mother.

On the days when you think that you can no longer give, remember that you can because YOU are a mother. On days when you feel like your work in the house goes unnoticed (because, trust you will, give it time. TRUTH!) remember that God sees. On days when your house is a mess, the floors are not swept, and dinner is take out, remember that its ok, time with your child is more important. On days when the only energy you have left to do is cry, know its ok. On days when you want a do over, because it just wasn't a good day, there is always tomorrow.

A friend once told me that "Children grow up, not their toys." I think about that often when I am freaking out about trying to clean up their room, instead of sitting on the floor playing with them. Listen to your gut, it never lies. Pray all the time and trust in the Lord, He never fails. Will you fail? Um maybe, but each day is new and saying sorry never gets old.

Remember that just like the changing of the season ( that we don't get in california but stay with me for a second) so is parenting. There will be good seasons and lets just say "growing" seasons. It is the growing seasons that have taught me how to be a better mother. You will be stretched but not be broken.

I cant wait for Baby Broxton to come. I cannot wait for him to come into this world and steal your heart. Because you know that little boys do right? They just touch you in the inter most part of your heart and leave lasting impressions. Parenthood is amazing, watching your babies grow and see their personalities unfold is the best. And now you will have someone to take care of you when you get old and change your diaper.. yes, score!

I am excited for you, praying for you and come along side you as you enter a new journey in your life. My advice is simple:

Pray all the time.. Love without ceasing.. Trust God with your baby.. Be Patient with them, we are all still a work in progress.. Forgive & Forget quickly! Be Open and don't be afraid to ask for help!

Love you,

Moni

Simple truths from the steps of time out

He sat there, with tears in his eyes trying to convince me that the reason he was making bad choices and not doing the right thing was because of his brother. When he saw that I was not buying into his case, he surrendered his argument and said "I am trying to be a good boy and do the right things, but I am just not." A few more minutes later and a revelation that I cannot argue with he says " I know, it is my sin nature."

And there my friends is when the Lord spoke to me on the stairs of time out. You see my four year old boys plea is no different from the cry of his mother. Oh Lord, I am trying to be a good wife, or oh Lord I am trying to eat better, Oh Lord I am trying to get the energy to exercise but I am just not. Making excuses why I am not doing what I need to do, when the reality is that I am fighting with the flesh and the ways of my sinful nature.

" Son you are right, we need to pray and ask Jesus to help us." The solution and prayer was simple. I can go into the scripture and turn this blog into a study, but sometimes we need to keep it as simple as a four year old understands.

Oh Lord, help me to do the right things,

Mon