Mommy Brain

The number of times that I walk into a room to get something and then walk out empty handed because I forgot my mission is too many to count. I feel like I have a double of Mommy brain; before I fully recovered from pregnancy absent-mindedness with Ksena, I was pregnant with Ky, so it’s been three-and-a-half years of not quite remembering everything that I set out to do.

 

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I have just endured a wailing session of thirty minutes and I survived thanks to Mommy ears which must be an extension of Mommy brain, no? Yes, I just coined that phrase, but seriously, before I became a mum I would be distracted by every little noise around me, I had cat-like ears that picked up sounds around me. Now, I surprise myself, I can hum a full song despite the screams around me. I do not ignore the serious cries, but when it’s time for ‘scream-because-I-am-a-threenager’, well, I talk then ignore and discipline.

The mountain-sized mole hill today was that it was hair day, every time I brought up my plans to undo-detangle-wash-treat-and plait the hair I was met by “Sorry mummy, I’m not yet ready, I’ll let you know when I am.” At first, I said “Okay” as I thought to myself that I should be a little flexible. But the third time, I set a time and said that I’d do her hair at that time. You can guess that she wasn’t ready at 1:40pm, but I know her, and I know that evenings are not a good time to start the hair routine, so we sat down at 1:40pm and started.

As I was half way through detangling, she started pulling her head to the front, inflicting pain on herself. We had a little tete-a-tete about it, and she settled down. Then she started screaming cum shouting “Mama” over and over again. The screams were like Rock music is for a Rock lover, powerful beats, a colorful noise. As I watched it all unfold beneath my nose, I reflected on how it is to be a child, you think you know what is best for you but you don’t. In my walk with God, there are times that I have pulled away from the circumstances, little wonder why I felt the pain of the strain. I have procrastinated and deflected, made excuses as to why I shouldn’t be doing what God has planned for me to do.

As I looked at her, I saw myself and I prayed, that the Lord would forgive me for the times that I have thrown adult version tantrums and pulled away from His will then come back to tell Him how much pain He inflicts on me.

When I finished detangling and sectioning her hair, I put her to bed to nap. Immediately she was free, the ‘sleep’ disappeared and she’s been quietly playing with her little robot since.

That’s the thing about life, sometimes you think you’d be better off somewhere else doing something else until you get out there and see that being where God needs you to be for your good.

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Hey Mama! You Are Doing A Great Job!!

Happy new week 🙂

Time and time again, I have moments of doubt and exasperation. Motherhood is extremely rewarding but can also be draining and confusing for just a moment. This moment, however, sometimes feels like a lifetime, until you smile again.

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As I had lunch with a group of friends last week, a friend of mine said to me, ”You are a great mum, Ess!” My soul almost leaped across the table and hugged her. Instead, I told her that God had sent her to tell me that.

A few hours before this conversation, I was in tears of frustration and exasperation. Wondering if I was doing an okay job. As I cried, I cried to the Lord and asked Him to strengthen me.

This verse has been  a constant in my life since I became a mommy.

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From that statement, I was encouraged. Reassured that the exhaustion and rough patch would come to pass. Even as I walked in the dark, I was still walking.

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For the mama who is exhausted beyond words, sleep deprived, drained from the hospital visits, wondering if she is making a difference in her babies’ lives, take heart!! You are doing a good job. You are a great mama. Your reward is in heaven. Your source of strength is in heaven. Trade your sorrows for His joy, trade your heavy burden for His that is light, trade your yoke for His that is easy.

Allow God to fill you with Himself.

Have a lovely week. May the joy of the Lord be your strength.

Blessings,

Bibi2be

Thoughts on Motherhood: The One Where I Chose To Enjoy

One, motherhood is hard. Two, motherhood is glorious. Three, motherhood is very hard. ~ Lisa-Jo Baker

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I have been reading ‘Surprised By Motherhood’ by Lisa-Jo Baker over the last couple of days and it has been a series of virtual hugs. I have nodded along, shed a few tears here and there, and had countless  ‘Wow! I am not alone’ moments. I will share more of my musings on that later. You can read more of Lisa’s encouraging posts here.

Last week, I got to interact with an inspirational lady, who radiates grace as she deals with children of all ages. Her name is Miranda. Her advice on motherhood was golden. ”I am a mother of an Eighteen and Twenty year old. When they were little, I purposed to enjoy every season with all it brings, from when they are infants to toddlers, preschoolers and when they eventually hit puberty. I chose not to complain about them and it turns out that the stages have not been so bad. We have enjoyed them.”

She told me this in the midst of a wonder week, nightS of interrupted sleep that resulted in crankiness. After we had this conversation, I resolved to not let the challenges steal my joy. They are all passing moments. Children grow, seasons change but love remains.

Last night when Ksena woke up and wanted her ball. I was much more gracious as I explained that it was time to sleep.

Ecclesiastes 3:12,13,22 NLT

12 So I concluded there is nothing better than to be happy and enjoy ourselves as long as we can. 13 And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God.22 So I saw that there is nothing better for people than to be happy in their work. That is our lot in life. And no one can bring us back to see what happens after we die.

Being a mother is my second full time job. After being a wife. I am going to enjoy every season of motherhood. Even the ones that leave me in awe of how my sanity remains intact, I will enjoy, I will be happy and enjoy the fruit of my labour. Sometimes, it’s hard, but it’s glorious. In the midst of the chaos, you hear the Lord speak peace over you and in your weakness, He is strong.

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Dear Mama, who is oh-so-overwhelmed, sleep deprived, drowning in laundry, dealing with diaper blowouts, tackling mountain-size tantrums, enjoy the season. Before you know it, it’ll be over. Every season has it’s challenges, but, our God remains the same.

Blessings,

Bibi2be