Mother’s Day Take-Away

Mother’s Day is everyday

Mom is my favorite title

Grandma (BB) is my newest title

Every year on a Sunday in May, the world celebrates Mother’s.

We attend church together.

I watch my daughter be a Mommy.

I watch friends with their new son

It’s no secret I do not like Mother’s Day, the holiday.

It’s commercialized.

It opens wounds for women as they struggle with infertility or the loss of a child. Some children no matter how old no longer have a mother to celebrate It pours salt in the wounds that are already bleeding .

The teaching yesterday was spot on for me. We have been learning about Noah. Yes, Noah was the hero of the story but what about the people behind the scenes? What about Noah’s wife and children? What if Noah’s wife, who is not mentioned, said “no way” to the ark?

You, we, me……do not have to be there hero of the story. You, we, me can be the support. You, me, we can be behind the scenes. As I watch the Moms in my life be the support, I’ve always known the importance, however yesterday teaching brought it back to the forefront.

My Mom, so quiet but so strong. Always the helper. Always the supporter.

My daughter, new Mommy, strong and resilient. Cares for another human being no matter.

Me, the faithful helper. Half of an amazing team. Mom to many. Some blood and some not.

My tribe, I watch and do life with women who continue to be the best Mother’s they can be. They fight for their kids and leave them at the cross more than once. They question decisions and forward motions of their kids. I stand next to strong powerful women of God who propel motherhood into another level of greatness.

I will continue to celebrate mother’s everyday.

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Too Much Cherry Coke and Heels on Friday Night

Most Friday nights we enjoy dinner at home and maybe a movie. We might even be rebellious and take a walk around the neighborhood.

Sometimes we meet friends for dinner.

Tonight we were invited out for a graduation celebration.

Fun! Let’s dress up and enjoy a night out.

Not often does an occasion call for dressing up but why not? Let’s go for it. I had purchased a new dress while in Miami with my tribe a few weekends ago. I even put on heels.

I sound ridiculous even writing this. Heels? So what. Ok well, my retired role rarely calls for heels so it’s a special occasion……

We gather at the restaurant and enjoy some delicious food. I have been trying hard to cut down on the soda lately so on this special occasion, I enjoy a cherry coke, my soda of choice.

Currently it is 1:46am and I am still awake listening to Mr. Slumber enjoy his restful enjoyment. I’m jealous. I will think twice next time when ordering a drink at 6pm. Is this middle age? No caffeine after……5?

Whatever.

My coffee will need to be strong tomorrow. It’s Jack Birthday party and I will not be sleepy.

I will not be sleepy

I will not be sleepy

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It’s Your Birthday!

Dear Jack,

I missed blogging on your birthday, but I didn’t miss the day. It was a fun day!

One year ago,  you entered into the world and into our family. You were loved for months even before you were born.

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I’ll never forget the Sunday lunch when your Mommy and Daddy told us you were on the way. The customers at Beef O’Brady’s wondered what was wrong with that crazy woman screaming. Now it’s already been a whole year! Happy Birthday sweet baby boy.

This last year has been full of so much joy. You! Now we could never imagine a day without you.

While scrolling through pictures, my heart aches and bursts with joy all in the same breath. I’m so grateful for moments and memories.

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The moments shared on the porch swing are priceless

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The lack of sleep and unending devotion by your Mommy

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We celebrated with so many the day your Mommy and Daddy dedicated to raise you with Gods help

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One day I’ll tell you how much your Pappa loved you.

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Some pictures are just because.

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Your had your first visit to the pumpkin patch

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Your Pops loves you as much as you love him.

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Wedding day memories with Great PawPaw

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Such a happy baby

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Teaching you the importance of being kind and generous to our neighbors when we passed out Christmas goodies

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Christmas has a whole new excitement with a baby

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You learned Infant Survival Swimming

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We celebrated mommy’s birthday with Uncle Kyle

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More porch swinging

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Warm weather means outside and drinking from the hose

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You got your first real boo boo

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There are times when you sit still

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Easter was fun!

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Fire pit with the Uncles is a favorite pastime.

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Baby Peekaboo is my favorite

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Porch sittin is Jack and BB’s thing

We sing and laugh and play. We watch the cars. Cars are your favorite. Your Great Papa giggles from heaven every time you say “caaar” like you live in Boston.

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This doesn’t even need a caption.

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You started going to HopeKids!!! You are such a big boy.

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You are so silly

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You have leaned to maneuver alone and you make yourself heard from all parts of our home.

You are an expert stair climber.

We spoke last night about how many words you can say and if you are on target with the experts recommendations. We counted over 15 words you say. However B.B. is not one of them. Why little man will you not say my name? Everyone else at home gets notified when they are in the room with you. Am I anxious for you to include me in your names? Yes of course. However when you crawl quickly towards me, smiling from ear to ear while laughing and screaming Hi!! I will accept whatever you want to do and whatever you want to call me.

I have documented every month for your first year and as I look back, I am so grateful for moments to jog the sometimes vague memories.

You, my sweet boy, will forever be the first grandchild. You taught us what it was like to be a Pops and a B.B. and we will always treasure your first year of life.

Friends that are already grandparents told us that it would be amazing and that there was nothing like it. They were right. It is an unexplained love for another human being. You, Jack William Wissinger have surpassed our hopes and dreams.

Here’s your first day as a one year old.

Happy Birthday sweet baby boy! We could not love you more.

Saturday we celebrate!!!

BB

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Inside Table Turned to Outside Table

This cool table once belonged to my blonde haired sweet friend.

I did not remember to take a picture of the before but it was lovingly handmade and it spoke to me. I knew when she offered it to me, it would be perfect. I had the perfect spot floating around in my crazy little head.

However it’s original size was too wide so the below picture was taken after it was taken apart, one whole board was removed and then it was put back together.

It’s current dark stain doesn’t go with my color scheme so I decided to give it a paint job.

First comes primer

Then it was final coated and taped up for some stripes.

I think there might be a theme here. Did you see the attic stairs?

So cute!!! Love love love grain sack stripes.

The chairs are a whole other sorry.

I was driving to church one Sunday evening and Sunday nights are when people put their trash by the curb around here.

I spotted these beauties on the curb and immediately turned around and loaded them in my car.

A little rust and ugly won’t stop me.

Take them apart and sand off the rust. Come on people it’s surface rust!!! Sand it off.

Sand Daniel-son.

Spray paint those beauties.

Then clean up the chair part and spray paint those too.

Put them back together and poof….you have practical new chairs for the price of a few cans of spray paint and dirty nails for a few days.

The best part?

I found the chair on the internet and they were $60 a piece. What??

The final product fits perfectly under the roof line on our back deck. A cute little bench painted with the same stripes and my almost free chairs will make the perfect place for sweet lunches with my favorite little boy, ice cream on a sunny afternoon or family dinners with some sweet friends.

Have a great week!

Charma

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Girl Tribe Weekend

Yes I have a girl tribe.

It started with one girl and now there are two.

We had the opportunity to meet in Miami for a few days. One currently works in St. Croix and two are at home.

There was driving and flying in order to be together.

It was worth it.

We had watched the weather for weeks. Was it going to rain? Would it be sunny and wonderful?

Well we live in Florida so each day it would be different. We would screen shot the weather app every few days either with excitement seeing the sun shine or disappointment seeing the rain.

The weather did not matter. If it rained we would sit in the hotel and watch the storm roll in. If it was sunny we sit by the pool. What mattered is that we were together.

It was sunny!

It was beautiful!

We gathered our belongings and headed for the pool.

Our hotel was located by the airport. It was fascinating to watch the airplanes land and take off. Airplanes are convenient and I’ll ride them but wow I just don’t get them.

There were iguanas that loved the celery from our pool neighbors Bloody Mary. The same neighbor that invited us to New York to eat at his Cannoli Restaurant. Can you say awkward?

The day was spent talking and catching up. We had not been together since March and there was much to say.

There were transparent moments and discussions on personal growth. There was laughter and tears. That’s what makes your tribe a tribe. Being yourself. Allowing for moments that the shell cracks, allowing for emotions to flow when the majority of life it is held deep inside. It’s freedom. It’s raw. It’s uncomfortable .

It’s necessary.

When you stay in the same hotel room with people, there are many different obstacles.

Who sleeps with who?

Who makes noises in the night and who might not stay in the bed when they sleep? Who talks? Who snores? Who ninnies like a horse? I will never tell…….

I will conclude with my favorite event of the weekend.

We all go to church together.

We all have a relationship with Jesus.

There was never a doubt that we would watch church online together.

We crawled into bed and turned on the IPad.

There was singing during worship

I took notes during the teaching

I looked to my right and she was talking notes

I look to my left and she’s taking notes.

My tribe all follow Jesus. He is the leader of my girl tribe.

During the weeks we are apart, it is common to talk about the Sunday teaching from the week. It is common to ask for prayer for ourselves or someone in our lives. It is common to share great things that have happened. It is common to share funnies and maybe not so funnies.

My girl tribe is very important to me. Aside from my family, they are my people. My safe place.

Until next time girls.

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Finally the Attic stairs

If you have not followed along with the attic renovation and want to catch up, you can see it here

It started with a hole in the ceiling

and here

The Attic

The attic stairs have been on the bottom of the TO DO list pile for a very long time. That does not mean that they haven’t been thought of.

Searching options is so fun!

This one stopped me in my tracks.

I love it.

I can do this!

The stairs were originally supposed to be carpeted.

My life……I changed my mind.

The wood used for the stairs is for carpet.

Oops.

The day arrived to begin

Each stair and riser were sanded, vacuumed and washed.

Prep is the hardest part. I just want to PAINT!

Prime. Always Prime.

White finish paint, coat 1

White finish paint, coat 2

We taped. Yes I had help. THANKS MOM!

We taped some more

And then we taped some more.

If only I were an engineer.

The landing took me so stinking long to tape.

Gray paint for the WIN!!!

Do you think we used enough tape?

The almost final step was me and a tiny paintbrush fixing any wonky parts.

Three coats of poly

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Look how pretty!!!!

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A little hard word and some paint is all it took.

On to the next project!

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What’s your label?

Recently I had a conversation with a friend who was looking for a job. This friend is a strong, independent, self sufficient woman who had a few hard knocks and was ready, really ready to get back out there.

She had submitted a few resumes and wasn’t getting the results she was looking for.

We chatted via text one morning.

I’m feeling very “labeled” today- I guess the enemy is chirping in my ear.

I thought to myself, how does one feel labeled?

I didn’t have to think very long.

As a woman, the same as many women, we feel labeled but mostly we label ourselves.

Because she is my friend, her labels were something like this

She felt not good enough

She felt like a loser

She felt …….

How many of us label ourselves?

How about everyday?

The last few weeks I have felt unworthy. I have felt grateful but undeserving .

Why? Why do we label ourselves in such a way when those around us say the opposite? Why do we never feel worthy?

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A conversation was had with the same friend a few week later.

Things were going well. The perfect job was received. The labels were fading, at least under those current circumstances.

I asked her what her label was now?

Obedient was her answer.

She was so grateful for her new job that she knew without a doubt was a gift was God.

Why are we self doubting?

Usually I write as like a diary but this time, I would love your thoughts?

Do men have the same thoughts and do they label themselves?

Why are women so self doubting?

Why do we not feel worthy?

Why do we harbor so much guilt?

Riding the #strugglebus

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