Today brought me some amazing realizations. Instead of ice cream or cheesy toast, I snack on kefir, nuts and a drizzle of cashew butter. There is a lot I now do by sheer force of habit, a few short years ago I only wished I knew how to do. I would drool at some mommy bloggers and their “from scratch foods” and wonder how they did it, certain I could not and would not.
Yet, here I am…
Who is this person? I don’t recognize her…
And that is a good thing!
Mom; Happy & In Charge
I don’t just take to meal prep like a champ, like it was the only way I knew how. I buy ingredients and actually use them. My shopping cart no longer sports things like yogurt, granola, sauces and jam… Nope, never again! I know how to make them all, and if I don’t it’s all wo recipes away. Fermented foods are everyday things to me I’m doing myself, no fear or doubt.
Making a slipcover for my couch doesn’t count, I have been sewing since high school… But it gets a honorary mention because it’s been ages since I took to sewing to relax and do homemaker things.
Oh yeah baby, Betty’s back!
Organized & Empowered Momma
An agenda with a year’s worth of appointments written down in advanced adorns my work area on my dining table. The work area I carefully put away every night.
And what’s more I’m handling sneaky toddlers lurking way past bedtime with sleep inducing scents, oh yes sweetie you have been Lavenderized!
Mom 1 – Toddler 0
#andshescores #andshewins #score #thecrowdscheer #myowncheerleader #almostbedtime
I’m excited to bring my A game because life will never be the same, He has called me to my place of ministry, right here in the trenches where kids are raised, where hearts are strengthened and souls saved for Jesus. Because I warrior pray with these kids and we talk about loving those who hurt us with mean words, and we talk about who we are individually and how God loves us, through and through.
Recapturing Motherly Joy
And to think it ALL started with a crazy idea that I could skip pharmaceutical pills for a problem that was robbing me of my motherly joy, my gift of nourishment. Because I barely made any milk.
And while many others agreed to shackle themselves to a pump, syringes and terrible debilitating pharmaceutical side effects I followed the whispers: “there must be a better safer more beneficial way”.
I for one fought chronic low milk supply not by performing a balancing act of counting ounces. I fought my pain, stress and sadness to recapture the joy that is motherhood: feed the baby, love the baby, enjoy the baby. Bask in the bliss that is holding your babies, even if your body failed all three. Because there would be more failures ahead, such as divorce and all the contention that may come with it.
And this whisper led me to essential oils and I would learn to activate my true calling through oils, discover myself, because I was really buried in pain, and it was why God led me away from more depression, isolation and pain. Anxiety, I had no more room for it, I had already given it all I had. It had taken the place of God and silenced Jesus, and my heart so far away from his grace. I didn’t even know I needed him. This soil was hardened my resentment, recriminations, guilt, self-hate & fear.
And so a small bottle of Lavender made its way into our lives, then Fennel, then Peppermint, Basil and Oregano and ultimately I fell in love with oils and they took me places to grow into who I was meant to be.
I am still on the journey, but I can envision it every day, because many have come before me and with me many more will more will also make it.
This God has promised me:
There is much joy, blessing, abundance, success and purpose in motherhood.