06 May 2014

Being A Mom

Not Perfect, Nothing Fancy, Just Being A Mom

I never thought about how tiring motherhood would be.  I never thought that there would be nights that I would just beg God to be able to crawl back to my bed so I could sleep.  I didn't know that there would be vomiting in the middle of the night.  No one told me that when your toddler would teethe they would get fevers, the runs, and super cranky!  I didn't know that I would appreciate silence.  I had no idea how much I would miss spontaneous weekend trips with the hubby, or naps in the middle of the day.

When John and I got married, children were not our first focus.  We were young!  We were 25 and ready to put our heart and soul into our careers, gain higher degrees, and travel the world.  We were so excited to see places like Chichinitza in Mexico, and Hong Kong in China.  I cried the first time I saw the Eiffel Tower in Paris, and I literally fainted in the Sistina Chapel in Rome (I should've brought extra water with me).

Our biggest projects were me finishing my Masters Degree, John going to Seminary, and furnishing our new home at Ethan Allen.  We went to the movies every weekend, we held hands shopping down the streets of Barcelona, and I don't think we had a worry in the world...those first 5 years were so sacred.  We were learning how to be husband and wife, we were setting up our home and we had goals and plans for the future.

Then, the baby bug bit me...

And it bit me hard.

And for about a year we tried to get pregnant and couldn't.  It was awful.  Our families were asking us when? and we were asking our doctors why?

God had a plan....but we didn't understand why we couldn't have a baby.  And every woman I saw was holding a baby, or pregnant.  It.  Was.  Torture.

Then in April of 2006 I took a pregnancy test...and our lives changed forever.

Being a Mom

Being a Mom has been the hardest transition and adjustment in my life.  Teaching at school and excelling in my career was cake.  Being a great wife to John and enjoying our marriage was easy.  But the past 6 1/2 years of being a Mom has molded me and changed me and brought me to my knees before the Lord many a time.  And that's a good thing!  I just never would have known how hard it would be to be a parent.  

I think my biggest struggle has been learning to S-L-O-W down and learning that I don't have to be perfect.  Making mistakes and apologizing to John and my kids has been super humbling.  I hate being wrong.  I hate messing up.  I hate not living up to my own expectations of what a Mother should be.  In my mind someone between the cross of Julia Roberts, Martha Stewart, and Rachel Ray would be great!  But my kids just have me...just Kristi Anne McInerney.

The best advice I have gotten as a mom has come from three very special women in my life:

Christy W.: You are the best mom for Julia.  God made you just the way you are and no one could parent her better than you.  (my first mother's day card from her)

Suzette L.: Your ministry right now, in this moment is to your family.  Simplicity is best.  You don't have to serve everyone else and be involved in other ministries which might take you away from your family. (when I had Julia and Mark and was way to involved with too many ministries at church and was feeling so overwhelmed and losing my focus as a mom)

Christy H.: Make sure your kids are clean and fed and that they know they are loved and stop worrying about all the rest.  (that was right after I had Micah and I felt so torn between keeping up with everything)


Sometimes Being a Mom isn't perfect, it isn't fancy, it's just being a mom.  

We clean, we cook, we change diapers, we do homework, we wipe down the same counter day in and day out.  We shop for the same food every week.  We clean toilets, we pick out clothes, we brush hair, we calm fears, we kiss boo boos.  And all these things may not be AMAZING but they are all part of being a mom.

You know what?  I like it.  I'm learning.  And I'm proud of how far I've come.  Just Being a Mom.

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05 May 2014

Pink! Pink! Pink!

Team Girl!!!

This weekend was Daddy's birthday, and at our BBQ we had our baby gender reveal to finally find out if we were having a boy or a girl.

Now, my daughter Julia has been praying for a sister since I was pregnant with Micah.  And we all know how that story turned out...when the doctor told us that we were having a boy Julia yelled at my OBGYN, "But I wanted a sister!" To which her Dad replied, "Don't worry Julia we will try again."  I guess he thought that was funny...and now with this baby on the way Julia has been predicting and praying and telling us without a shadow of a doubt that THIS WAS A GIRL.

She even predicted a little girl would be sitting on our bed with all of us (we snuggle on Saturday mornings) even before we were pregnant.  I think she might be a prophetess! 

Although we knew there was a 50/50 chance of a boy or a girl, I secretly wanted a girl (for Julia and for myself) and John (he's so gracious) wanted a healthy baby (secretly I think he wanted a boy but prayed for a girl to make us happy).

One of Julia's reasons for wanting a sister is that she didn't want 3 brothers to tie her up and put whip cream on her!!! As if I would let my sons do that to her!  And where in the world she thought of that I will never know.

When John finally cut into the cake....my heart was pounding, every one kept telling me, boy, boy, boy.  Just like they did when I was pregnant with Julia, I was so convinced I was having a boy I wore blue to my baby shower and ended up having Julia....same thing happened this time, I wanted a girl so badly but everyone kept saying, "It's a boy...!"  And so I didn't want to believe it even though God kept giving me dreams that we were having a girl.

Julia at 8 months old

I was so nervous, and then....he pulled out the piece of cake and there was more pink than I had ever seen in my whole life.  I wanted to cry!  God, you didn't have to do that.  You didn't have to give us just what we wanted.  You always go above and beyond, and you spoil your children.  Thank you for this baby girl, Julia and I are already wondering who she will look like.  Will she be chubby like Micah?  Will she have blue eyes like all of them?  Will she have brown, red, or blond hair, I have one of each!?  I am so excited to meet her.  We are at 6 1/2 months pregnant so we have a few more months to grow and go before SHE is here!

Julia at 2-3 months old
Pink! Pink! and more Pink!  I can't wait to start shopping the sale racks and consignment shops and get lots of girly clothes and bows, and white ruffled socks with the lace and black patent leather mary janes.  I am so excited that our final baby (so we think) will be a bookend of our first.  Our sweet baby girl.  Team Girl wins!

This is my 1,200 post and it's dedicated to my little petunia!  I love you already sweet heart!

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