My Boys are NOT “my whole world” or “my everything.” I see many moms posting about their kids being their “main man” or “my whole world.” Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE my boys more than I ever thought I could. My problem with being consumed by my boys is that I am a follower of Christ, and as such, my main priority is to lay my life down and serve Him. As much as I fight it, I am to die to my selfish and sinful desires and serve Him, wholeheartedly. I’ve struggled a lot with this lately. What does it mean to be the one nurturing and raising my kids, hand in hand with my husband, and to put my relationship with Christ first? It is so easy in a Pinterest, Instagram, and Facebook world to be obsessed with my kids and my role as mom. Who doesn’t want to look good? Who doesn’t feel great when our kids are cute, have honorable accomplishments, etc.? But know your main priority. I’ve seen so many women who are struggling with their marriage, their identity and their purpose in life because their priorities are skewed. Continue reading
Time to face my mommy guilt
Recently, I was on one of my “Mommy pages” where someone asked about how moms deal with the ever present “mommy guilt.” You know, that nagging feeling of inadequacy at the end of the day convincing you that you aren’t raising your kids the right way. Sometimes it comes out in my compulsive need to follow every health trend or wanting to implement some proclaimed superior way to teach my boys so they have every conceivable “deserved” advantage. It comes out in my fear that I am not doing all I can to keep my boys on top of their game. Seriously, I have worried about accidentally having some brain damaging chemicals in their soap, medicines that will hurt them, why I did not do everything possible to avoid having a C-section and how that may have damaged my boys, and more – much, much more. Don’t even get me started on my Christian responsibility mommy guilt…my boys aren’t memorizing weekly scriptures or singing hymns like champs – oh my heart, I am an utter failure if I let these thoughts sink in and fill my mind.
And honestly, being a “boy mom” can increase the guilt. Our boys generally are less organized, slower to mature, less connected to adults and do not keep pace with many milestones when compared to girls, not to mention they tend to be dirtier and smellier. My boys are 3 and 1 but oh my gracious, I have already felt the crush of mom guilt!
So, here is my plan to avoid the crippling comparisons and subsequent damaging mom guilt. Continue reading
Real friendship in our hot mess lives
Over the past few years, I have been learning a lot about being a friend. I love being able to be myself and live life with people who are genuine and real with me. God uses friendship in such a powerful way and I believe the enemy wants to make us feel isolated and alone and afraid to seek the companionship of other women because of our struggles and imperfections.
Perfect people can’t have close friends because someone may expose them for who they really are- a hot mess just like the people they may be judging and looking down on or comparing themselves to without realizing the reality behind the veil we call social media.
In Ecclesiastes 4 it reads, “Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie down together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him- a threefold cord is not quickly broken.” Continue reading
Note: We welcome Julie Anne Taylor. Pastor’s wife, mother of two boys and daughter of Mark and Ellen Strohm.
Something new. . .
Tiny Taylor boys fill my days. Potty training, diaper changing, toddler babble interpreting, grocery shopping, meal prepping, clean up, and loads of snuggles. I know these days are precious and fleeting and I am trying to soak up every moment I can. A one-year-old and a three-year-old make my days long and my nights far too short. My days start off with a ton of coffee and end with a sigh of victory when my boys are finally asleep. I am beyond grateful for my husband who is always doing this with me, side by side. (Bragging moment: He washed AND folded all of our laundry today… and changed a dirty diaper I discovered first…I found a winner!)
So, why on earth am I blogging? Why not, honestly. It gives me something to focus on outside of this toddler world I find myself immersed in. I am a very inconsistent person and trying to stick to something rarely happens for me, because something shiny or interesting or new pops up and I wander away. In all honesty, I have started this blog post about a dozen times and walked away from it because I got distracted. Here’s hoping I stick to it, folks. Continue reading