Updated on Monday, May 13, 2014
Winners of the giveaway
Randy F (2)
Congratulations to both of you for winning and participating!
I appreciate your willingness to share your story and my blog!!!
Have a very blessed day!!
I have the honor of introducing my very first real guest post today from my new friend Lisa-Jo Baker… When I started this journey of promoting her book launch for Surprised By Motherhood, I never dreamed, I would blog, tweet, post or pin as much as I have about one thing. That one thing is Surprised By Motherhood … This amazing book by Lisa! She thought my thoughts, felt my feelings, and said what I’ve wanted to say about motherhood but my story is a little different and you can read that here
In honor of Mother’s Day, I got to choose one of the blogs I liked the best that Lisa had written and add it as a guest post here. So here is the post of Lisa’s that was near to my heart….Also I get the opportunity to give you the chance to win one of these amazing book-plate, signed to anyone you want (just the book-plate)
(Giveaway is at the end of the blog)
How do you measure meaning in the life of a mom?
Is it in diapers changed?
Loads of laundry folded?
Dishes washed and stacked and put away?
Is it in temper tantrums soothed, fevers treated, number of steps walked to rock babies back to sleep?
What about all those dentist appointments and chocolate chip cookies baked? Is it in cups of tea poured and
teddy bear tea parties attended? In baby dolls lost and found and lost again?
Do we measure a year in developmental milestones or growth charts or good behavior sticker sheets? Do we
count all the time outs and spills and failures and starting overs and regrets and missed opportunities and
nightmares and wanting to run home to our mothers?
Or maybe it’s in how we’re learning to tell the truth about motherhood? Or get over our mom guilt?
Do we count it in new grey hairs and wrinkles and pounds? Do we judge it on the clothes we couldn’t wear
this year because despite our best efforts they still don’t fit us?
Do we judge ourselves on whether our kids finally, finally potty trained or if they can spell their names?
Is it in secrets whispered between bunk beds and hearts tenderly opened and offered – all six years worth of
learning how to be human. Is it in hearing your daughter lisp, “I wuv you, mama” or your son try to monkey
hug you four times in a row?
Is it in early morning commutes to daycare drop offs or vacation days spent in the pediatrician’s office? Is it
in mascara-streaked cheeks and moments spent quietly crying in the ladies’ room at work when we missed
their field trip?
Is this year still penalizing us with working mother’s guilt or do we measure the grace we’re learning to give
Maybe it’s all of this and all of this adds up to a handful of loaves and fish that we didn’t think would be
Not enough of us to go around.
Not enough of us to handle the growth spurts and teenage years and best friend break ups.
Not enough of us to manage to single parent for the months he was deployed or on the road for work or
simply walked out.
Not enough at midnight and not enough at 4pm when no one wants to do their homework and there’s still
no plan for dinner.
Not enough when he’s screaming how much he wishes he had a different mother and she’s trying to sneak
into that skirt you’ve told her is too short when you’re short on patience and grace and no parenting book
could have ever prepared you for this.
Not enough meal planning and not enough gas for all those car pool runs and not enough hair to pull out
on the all out, full on crazy days.
Not enough patience in the galaxy for the mornings all 14 pairs of socks he tries on he throws over his
shoulder and declares too uncomfortable.
Not enough time to juggle the OT appointments and the taekwon do lessons and the scrubbing off the
But here’s the thing – you’re not the first “not enough” and you won’t be the last.
And what you thought you couldn’t give, Jesus gives thanks for and breaks and multiplies and there is just
And at 2am.
There He is again, singing over you as you sing over sick babies and breaking your heart into bits and pieces
of holy, sacred sacrifice.
More than you could have known.
Measuring your year in all the broken, ordinary glory. Heaped high.
A sacrifice of praise.
Your making and unmaking and remaking.
And He is always enough.
This guest post comes with love from Lisa-Jo Baker to our community in celebration of Mother’s Day. If you
haven’t already – treat yourself, your mom, your sister, your BFF or your grandma to a copy of her new
book, Surprised by Motherhood: Everything I Never Expected About Being a Mom. No matter what stage
you’re in when it comes to motherhood, we promise it will encourage. And remind you that you are braver
than you think.
*In honor of Mother’s Day, Lisa-Jo is giving away a signed book-plate to three of my fabulous blog readers
(she will personalize them with a name of your choice). To enter, leave a comment telling me your best
memory of your mother and we will announce the
winners this Sunday, Mother’s Day.
For an extra entry share this blog post and giveaway via twitter
and come back and comment that you Tweeted and come back and comment, or share it on Facebook and come back here and comment that you
posted on Facebook or Pin the book-plate Image and come back and comment that you pinned. That’s 4 different comments, so you have the
opportunity for 4 (four) entries. The Winner(s) will be selected using Random.org
My favorite memory about my mom, is that in spite of being crippled for life in 1964 and losing two children, she always had a kind word to say to everyone, always gave everything she had, to anyone that needed it and always, I mean always was willing to share God with anyone who would listen