Real Life

Life is…Real Life

I was watching NCIS; this particular episode was about WWII. I love stories about “The Greatest Generation”, about heroism & bravery. While watching the episode I felt this man’s pain. I dialed into the story and the sadness. Then it hit me. This story isn’t real! Why do I immerse myself in things that are fake instead of “Rejoicing with those who rejoice; weeping with those who weep.” Romans 12:15
Is it to disengage, to relax? Yet I can become fixated on movies and shows – they become part of my life, and I forget that there are people around me that have stories that need to be heard. “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ~Maya Angelou

How many tragedies could be avoided if only someone would speak and someone would listen?
Do we give people around us more attention than we give video games, TV, or Facebook? I need a break and love watching shows, but I’m reminded not to forget what my priorities are. What will matter at the end of my life? How many shows I binge watched or video games I played, or how I impacted someone’s life and allowed that person to impact mine.

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"That Mom"

Life is… “That Mom”

Before I was a mom I never thought I’d be “that mom” who got a checkout line opened for her at Walmart because her son was having a meltdown. But there I was astonished (because Walmart is always short on cashiers, embarrassed, and yet so thankful!) I never thought I’d be “that mom” whose son ran across a busy street. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life, so unbelievably thankful the cars stopped, and then feeling like a complete failure as a parent, because who lets their little boy run out into traffic? I’m “that Mom”….A Failure! A Bad Mom.

You may dismiss these feelings with ‘No you’re not. It happens to everyone.’ Although it’s true - these feelings can’t disappear in a second. I know there will be many more times of feeling like this, but here’s what I've learned….

1) I was easily willing to judge someone else’s parenting, mostly from afar, not even knowing the person’s name, yet when it happened to me I wanted grace. I was not living by Matthew 7:12a “So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you.”

2) I am not going to be a perfect mom…obviously! I think we all know this, but there is such pressure by others and ourselves to be perfect parents and raise perfect kids.

And 3) Most importantly I am not defined by my mistakes. Of course I want to learn, grow, and change, but my failures won’t envelop me. This is one of my favorites… “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present not the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” ~Romans 8:38-39

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