MOPS International

Last Fall I called my sister in a major mom meltdown. She invited me to her MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) group at her church. It was everything I needed and more! I felt so refreshed from their ideas on how to handle common situations. It was so comforting to hear the other moms going through the same thing as me talk about their kids and how they felt as moms. I only went three times before they ended in December, so the next January, a friend from my church and I started our own fake one at our church. Since we couldn't pay the MOPS dues required to be official, we called it MOPZ. We pretty much did the same thing and I think it went as well as it could have for our first year.

Since this is my last semester as a YPW I decided to do a girls Life Group instead of MOPZ. But no regrets at all because I get to go to the real MOPS at my sister's church and I am sooooo excited about it!!

Only moms with children ages 5 and under can attend. Gabe is 6, but since he is in Pre-K they said he is allowed to stay. Thank God!

So here's how it looks through my mom eyes:

First of all it's only every two weeks, so I wake up exited and feel full of purpose as a mother because today I am going to learn something new and be reminded how normal I am. I get myself and all the kids ready and load up the van (of course everyone has to look as cute as possible because as women we will be checking out each other's clothes and how cute our kids are)! I drive about 20 minutes to get there and possibly will get in a fight with one of my kids (most likely Gabe) and arrive feeling like a semi-bad mom for yelling at him. Two weeks ago everyone was happy the whole way and it felt great to arrive with no scuffles. Then I rush inside because I am probably just barely on time and I quickly steer my kids into nursery hoping and praying that no one cries or throws a fit with the nursery worker. My greatest fear at the moment is that Isaiah will throw such a big fit that I won't be able to go into my meeting. I know that's probably selfish of me, but true. Two weeks ago they all went in so smoothly. I felt so victorious! I know enough now to know that that doesn't mean I am a great mom who has it all together. It was just a good moment in my mom history.

After all is well with nursery, I finally arrive upstairs and can relax. I walk into a room full of other moms feeling the same way as I do, all having different mornings getting there, some crazy and some peaceful. I gratefully get my breakfast and coffee because I probably didn't have time to eat anything at home and for a brief moment I think how I can sneak some down to my kids since they probably didn't eat breakfast either. But then I remember they will get snacks in nursery so I move on. The next 30 minutes is social time for moms to connect and to give other moms time to arrive (because we all know mothers of preschoolers rarely arrive on time). I sit at my table, we all play an ice-breaker game, listen to a guest speaker, discuss what we heard from the speaker with our table, listen as our "mentor mom" brings us all back to Earth, and leave feeling on top of the world. Today is MOPS, and I can't wait!

Tae

This is Tae. He is around 8 years old and has worn this exact same outfit every single time I've seen him. He is one of 5 or 6 kids and lives in the projects near the other two boys, KeJuan & Jacolin. When he first started coming around he was the sweetest, most gentle boy. Lately he's gotten a little bolder & more outspoken. One of my favorite stories of him is the night he came over around 8:00pm after my boys had already gone to bed. I always know it's him from his quiet knocks. After telling him he couldn't play, I closed the door and saw his sad, lost looking face. It seemed as if he had nowhere else to go. I opened the door back up and after asking him a few questions, I found out that his mom had just mopped and kicked everybody out. I don't blame her. Sometimes I wish I could do the same thing! Since he hadn't yet eaten dinner, I invited him in for some leftover spagetti and meat sauce. It was a nice time. We had a sweet little conversation in a quiet house with all of my attention on him. After two large servings and two cups of juice, he was on his way. I'm glad I have that memory of him.

Quiet

Last night the boys unexpectantly slept over at their grandparents house. I went over there to meet a friend of ours to cut their hair and my father-in-law offered to keep them overnight. Aaaaaahhhhhh (sigh of relief). I have had the best time being alone. Aaron is in California for a week, so I'm really by myself. Normally I hate being by myself. I'm a huge people watcher, so I really hate going out to eat by myself because I have no one to talk to about what I'm seeing. It's like I have to tell myself and only myself laughs. Very sad. Aaron, on the other hand, loooooves being by himself. I don't get it.

So anyway, last night after youth, I was invited to go to Chili's with some of the college age kids. Normally I would have been so excited at the invite and the opportunity, but since leaving my in-laws, I couldn't stop thinking about how wonderful it was going to be after youth when I could go home to a quiet house. And that's what I did. I watched what I wanted (murder mysteries that Aaron doesn't like and I can't watch in front of the kids), I ate and drank what I wanted (coke and chocolate chip cookie dough) and I didn't have to share or worry that one of the boys would wake up and see what I had and want it. I was as loud as I wanted to be and stayed up until I wanted to (reading a book). There were no cries at mid-night because someone woke up or early morning potty accidents that I had to deal with. This morning I slept until 9am, which is really late for moms with young kids and came out into a quiet kitchen and actually cooked my own breakfast. A normal morning is like a whirlwind of me getting everybody's breakfast (sometimes 3 different things) and then when I finally think it's my turn to sit down, they want seconds (usually what their brother was eating)! Now I'm going to have a "quiet" quiet-time and catch up on my reading from the weekend. Usually my quiet-time is me trying to focus on what I'm reading in the mists of all kinds of craziness of yelling, fighting, squeeling, laughing, running, etc. Then I'll be off to get ready and pick them up and my day will be non-stop from there - pick up, run errands, lunch, naps, school, play, dinner, baths, bed, sleep (and saying "no," "stop that" many, many times in between). That's how it is with boys and for the most part I love it. Even writing this gives me a smile in my heart. I know one day these will be great memories and lots of laughs around a Christmas tree while their crazy little boys run around their feet. I will just sit back and remember these precious moments of life.

Women's Encounter 2010

This past weekend was our yearly Women's Encounter. They are always so good. There was such an atmosphere of the love of the Father and personal inner healing. When my eyes are opened to the work of Jesus on the cross, I see life through a different lens. It is easier for me to be more giving and self-sacrificial with my life verses clinching my life in my hands so that I can control the way it goes.

This was my second time speaking and I really enjoyed it. Everything I'm hearing lately has been speaking to me about going to Florida because honestly in my heart I've been a little nervous about going. Not that I'm second guessing anything, but dealing with the usual questions of what it's really going to be like. Am I going to like it there? Is God going to provide for me and my family? Is he going to personally meet me there the way he has the last few years in youth ministry? He's been comforting me through my personal Bible readings, my life group, Sunday morning services, and of course at this Encounter.

There was a song that one of the speakers played that sums it all up:

"I know it may get lonely, but I know I'm not alone.

I seek you in the wilderness because that's where you are.

You whisper like the breeze and speak to my heart.

The Lord says to walk the narrow road.

He is on that narrow road waiting for me to hold my hand, to guide me, to walk alongside of me."