Fearless Faith, Mission Motherhood

One Body

Lately I’ve found it difficult to communicate that I feel like I’m currently incompetent in my job.  No one likes admitting a struggle…especially when (in my mind) so many people would be like, “What are you talking about?!  You’re a stay-at-home-mom!  How can you be incompetent at staying home?!”  Well, I have a 7-year-old who is at school during the day, but I’m home with a 2-year-old and a 2-month-old and I feel like I’m drowning.  My entire adult life has been devoted to working with children and learning about children and playing with children and helping and laughing and guiding children.  So in this time that I’m home with my own two children, why is it that I feel like I’m not enough?  Why is it that I feel like I’m unable to provide the consistency, structure, flexibility, and grace that I’d be providing in a classroom?

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I start working when the first kid wakes up…which on some days is 4:00am…some days is 7:00am…  Eventually they nap, and IF I’M LUCKY it’s at the same time…so then I clean…and, by the time I think I have a second to get my thoughts together enough to read or write or take pictures or stare at the wall for 30 minutes– 52 seconds have gone by and one of the kids is awake again.  I typically smell of coffee breath and baby puke…and there have been times when I’ve felt resentful toward each and every living thing in this house– including my children and the dogs…because they are yet another thing that I stress about as I’m drifting to sleep at night:  Do they [the dogs] have food?  Have they had any water today?  Oh my God, I don’t think I let them out after dinner…wait…DID THEY GET FED?  How is October still alive?…but, really, does she have an ear infection?…and what is that rash on her belly?–She is SO old…HOW IS SHE STILL LIVING?  Oh my Jesus, Tommy will be devastated when she dies…I HAVE to make sure I’m the one to find her.  Geez, then what will I do?  I can’t lift her……  I wonder if Tommy gave her meds tonight…because I gave her meds…did I unintentionally overdose her?  Can dogs have kidney failure?  Oh my GOD, Summit had to have just pooped on the floor…No?  THAT was just GAS?!  Uhhhhhhhh why am I not sleeping?!  …DID we overdose October?  I hope she’s okay…Uggggh…I’ll just get up and go check on her…

Does that sound familiar?  I know I’m not the only mom who does this.  I’m sure there are dads that ALSO do this very thing…but not in my house, because my husband can fall asleep in about 45 seconds and will not wake until ready to be woken.  Doesn’t that sound AMAZING?!  I hear EVERYTHING…and, as soon as I’m awake, the cycle of thoughts starts all over again: Please tell me there aren’t wet clothes in the washer…I think I switched them…but I really don’t want them to smell like mildew…I should get up and check…but what if Jett hears me?…wait, when did Indie eat last?…should I just go ahead and feed her while I’m awake?…oh, she’ll be due to eat in 30 minutes or so…I might as well just stay up……

At small group a few weeks ago, we read 1 Corinthians 12:12-26– And, while I’m sure the author did not intend for these words to apply to household roles, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of comfort as I allowed this scripture to sink in.

Unity and Diversity in the Body

12 Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ. 13 For we were all baptized by[c] one Spirit so as to form one body—whether Jews or Gentiles, slave or free—and we were all given the one Spirit to drink. 14 Even so the body is not made up of one part but of many.

15 Now if the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. 16 And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. 17 If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? 18 But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. 19 If they were all one part, where would the body be? 20 As it is, there are many parts, but one body.

21 The eye cannot say to the hand, “I don’t need you!” And the head cannot say to the feet, “I don’t need you!” 22 On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, 23 and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor. And the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty, 24 while our presentable parts need no special treatment. But God has put the body together, giving greater honor to the parts that lacked it,25 so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. 26 If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.

–I’d love to say that I immediately relate this piece to my relationship with the world…or with the church…and how I can be Jesus alongside everyone and to everyone because we all have something vital to offer…sometimes what I need to do is bring it down reeeeeally small, put on my egocentric shades, and apply it to where I am right now.  This might not be the case for you, but for this stay-at-home-mom, it’s easy to let my mind drift to:
“Well, I’m not earning a paycheck…”
“Well, I’m home all day…why have I not gotten the laundry caught up?”
“…Why are there still dishes in the sink?  …Why has the vacuum not left the closet in three weeks?  …Why does the bathroom smell like urine and why is there toothpaste residue?”
“Well, I’m home all day…why does my barely-two-year-old not know his colors, shapes, and alphabet?”
“Why is dinner not ready?”
–But, after reading this, I’m trying to give myself more grace and to give God more credit.  I have always felt equipped to work with children…the difference now is that I am working with the same children every minute of every hour of every day for years– and it often feels like there are no true breaks. There’s no clocking out…and my role rarely changes. I am “Mom.” And even though “Mom” wears so many hats, the role is still “Mom.” Everyone in our home has a role…everyone has a job… Is my job any less important because I’m “not earning a paycheck?”  Is my husband’s job any more important because he does?  Am I failing miserably at my job because I’m unable to mark every single task off my to do list every day?…or is my husband failing miserably because he’s continuing to wear clean clothes to work and therefore producing laundry?  …Just as my life would be significantly impacted if my husband suddenly quit his job, his life would be significantly impacted if I suddenly quit mine.  Even when I think I’m getting nothing accomplished, I’m drowning in baby puke, and I’m a lousy excuse as a stay-at-home-mom…I need to remember that: “As it is, there are many parts, but one body.” No single person makes our family the unit that it is– it’s a collective effort from each part to produce one body from our house and transform it into our home.

Isn’t it amazing how a piece of literature from thousands of years ago has the ability to be this breathable document that can provide so much peace and clarity to present day circumstances?–and it might not provide that to anyone else…but, for me, it was exactly what I needed to hear. Has there been an instance in which you’ve stumbled upon the perfect scripture to shine light on a current or past dilemma in your own life? We would love to hear your stories! Feel free to comment below or join our Facebook group of the same name: Birds of a Feather. Thanks for flocking with us!

Happy Homesteading

DIY Kitchen Remodel & Marriage 

About a year ago, my husband and I bought a 1978 brick ranch on 9 acres. We bought it from the original owner who lived in it for 40 years. Not much had changed in the house since 1978 (other than the kitchen carpet that was replaced 10 years ago with a lovely berber). That’s right, kitchen carpet (bleh). And my grandma always says, “the messier a kitchen gets the better the food is” and I cook by that motto and carpet just ain’t gonna fly!

The kitchen layout is great – tons of counter space, ample cabinets, a large pantry, a place for high chairs and a window that looks out onto our sun porch and into the back yard.

So the kitchen is currently under construction and getting a bit of a facelift. But, if any of you married folks have ever done a home remodel with your significant other you know what I’m talking about when I tell you the devil is at work! Marriage takes work. Marriage with infant twins is hard work. Marriage with infant twins and a home remodel, whew!  We’re talking whole different level of hard.

When I worked full time at my former desk job the first 15 min of my day and the last 15 min of my day consisted of making to-do list.  Reviewing my goals for the day, crossing off things, modifying the list, setting goals for the week, etc.  I managed a staff of 7 full time and 10 part time employees, so taking the time to do this was a must to keep me sane and on top of projects.  So for me, working through this kitchen remodel puts me in project manager mode.  What are our goals for the day? The week? The month?

My husband… not a list maker… not the kind of person to make a list just for the sake of crossing things off.  Is he detail oriented? Yes. Is he crafty, clever, skilled, capable…. ? Yes, all of those things.  “We’ll see how it goes”, is his timeline and I’m over here like…. “but what’s next? how much is that going to be? how long does it take to do that? what are the steps to do this?”  We’ve had friends and family help us with baby sitting so we can work on the kitchen and during that time I try to maximize every minute so we can make some headway… but sometimes it takes 20 minutes to pick out a blue box that the electrical outlets will be housed in because there are too many options at Home Depot.  And sometimes we have to pause and watch all of the YouTube videos to make sure we’re using the paint sprayer right.

You’d think with twins I’d be more accustomed to playing it by ear… but I’m learning that I’m much better at flying by the seat of my pants as a mother than I am as a “project manager”.  What have I learned in all this? The kitchen will be done when the kitchen is done.  Sometimes there are road blocks and detours. Sometimes we need to watch one more YouTube tutorial and sometimes we need to stay a couple nights at my mom’s so I have access to a working kitchen and the babes aren’t exposed to paint fumes. I know I haven’t been that patient up to this point… but I will be patient.  I will encourage my husband and cheer for his successes when he’s not totally sure what he’s doing.  When it is all said and done I know we’ll have our beautiful farm house kitchen that looks like one of these images we’ve pulled off of Pinterest.

Stay tuned for an upcoming blog about the pros and cons of hiring someone to paint your cabinets or doing them yourself (and how we stayed on budget).