Love is a Choice

Screen Shot 2017-03-29 at 11.35.49 PM.pngHave you ever wondered what your children will take from their upbringing and implement it into their own lives, especially when  they lived through a divorce? I’ve prayed for so many years that each of my children will find and marry someone that is grounded in Christ and equally yoked. Last month my middle son, CJ married Brooke, a beautiful young lady. He is the first of my boys to make that commitment. I’ve always said that your children are a gift from God to you. Children are a result of a marriage but they are not the marriage itself. God allows you to choose your spouse. He allows you to make that decision. It’s a choice who with whom to spend the rest of your life.
I’m glad CJ chose my new DIL Brooke. I’ve never had a daughter of my own but she is the first. Brooke is not my “daughter in law” because it conveys legalism to me.  I choose to call her my “daughter in love” because I love her as my own with no rules, strings or restrictions. Tonight I watched a video from CJ and Brooke’s wedding. It was sweet, fun and reminded me of that beautiful day. As I watched it, someone asked CJ a question that brought a tear to my eye. He told his future kids that he loved them even though he didn’t even know them but he went on to tell his future children that “[I’m] in love with your mom, very, very much”. What an incredible thing to hear from your child. He knows the value of being in love and loving the mother of his children. Think about what my grandchildren will inherit, a father that values their mother. I’m so proud to know my son knows the impact of his choices for his wife and their little ones in the near future.

 

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

Crossing over to the dark side

This week marks a landmark. I turn 5-0. That’s right…half of one hundred, half a century and the 50 yard line.  I probably won’t live to be 100, so more than half of my life has been lived. That puts a lot in perspective.

In the first 10 years of my life, I learned to walk, talk, formulate sentences (although I still struggle), learned my ABC’s, numbers and colors. All this was a foundation that my parents gave me and I thank them for a happy childhood. One of my favorite memories was one Christmas morning the first gift I opened was a present with crayons, scissors, blank paper and coloring books. That’s all I needed because I didn’t open another gift for hours I think. I just colored under the tree. That was me. Content to be creative.

Then years 11-20. Brutal. No getting around it. This is where I struggled with my identity. My sister Suzanne was 180º opposite from me in almost every way and I didn’t understand why. She was blonde, blue eyes and not a shy bone in her body. Then my parents went through a divorce. As a young girl you think it’s only happening to you, but in reality it’s not. I graduated high school and after that I really didn’t have a plan, although both of my parents had college degrees.

Aww…the roaring twenties. These years were non stop. Most people were going to college or starting careers, but not me. I was getting married and having babies. Three little boys in two and a half years. Three was the magic number. Three car seats. Three diaper changes. Three naps. Three sets of shoes. Three beds. Three pillows. Three backpacks. Three toothbrushes. Three doctor appointments. The number “3” will ever be a engrained in my inner soul because it was the magic number. Life was fun but quite the blur.

Here comes the dirty thirty. Finally all the boys were in school and sports at the same time. No I didn’t cry when my youngest son John David went to Kindergarten. It was finally time for me. But I didn’t even know me any more. All of “me” was invested in Moe, Larry and Curly. I had to rediscover myself but didn’t have a clue who I was and that took a toll on my marriage and family. To be real honest, I didn’t think I would ever see 40. In my mind that’s when life just stopped. Boy was I wrong.

Fabulous forties? Looking back I would call it self discovery and survival but fabulous in it’s own rite. I learned I am stronger than I thought I was. As a single parent of three teenage boys, times were not always in the win column. It was important to me to not allow my boys to go through some of the psychological yuck that I went through when I lived through my parents divorce. And this is where I had to suck it up and make sure my kids don’t end up like me. Praise the Lord that each of them have college degrees and great jobs. All of them have beautiful women that support them. And most importantly they all have personal relationships with Jesus Christ in which their faith stands strong.

So this week I will be barreling over the hump,  moving over to the dark side or into the last half of my life. I’m not sure what the future holds but I am sure about one thing. If it’s going to be anything like the first fifty, I will embrace every minute of it because those first fifty made me who I am today, grateful and blessed. cropped-family.jpg

National Single Parent Day

Screen Shot 2017-03-26 at 11.16.51 AM.png

Did you know March 21st was National Single Parent Day? I found out at the last minute and it put a lump in my throat. Single parents get overlooked so many times because they seem to be doing everything just to keep it together for their family. As a single mother of three boys I can relate but I want to encourage you with my story. Personally, I struggle with self worth, trying to make ends meet and all in all just keeping my sanity. 

My boys are now almost 24, 25 and 26 and I think about each of them growing into adulthood. It seems so long ago but time has a way of running fast. When I see how my boys have matured spiritually, grown intellectually and emotionally, it puts it all in perspective. Most of the time they are the ones that encourage me…just with a good attitude, quick phone call or just holding me accountable (as they often do).

Take time to appreciate yourself for everything that you do for your family. Your kids may not tell you “thank you” today, but one day your child will say “I appreciate where I am today because of the way you raised me”. May God bless each of you.

#nationalsingleparentday