The Book that Single-handedly Ended Preschool Drop-off Tears… and Almost Solved World Peace

At the beginning of the year Doodlebug started a Mother’s Morning Out program and he seemed to enjoy the activities his class did there, but he cried (read: weeping and gnashing of teeth) every time I dropped him off. It was hard. 

When we returned to our home, Hubby and I knew we wanted him to go to local preschool to learn the local language and make some friends. We knew this time away (three mornings a week) would be helpful to him but I found myself DREADING the drop off.

Enter the miracle drop-off book, Llama Llama Misses Mama by Anna Dewdney.

Llama

We love Llama Llama Red Pajama and have read it to our kids since Ladybug was a tiny thing. It’s a cute story with a good rhythm and it’s just plain fun to read out loud.

I didn’t realize there were other llama llama books, but somehow through our move we obtained a copy of Llama Llama Misses Mama (if you’re our real life friend and it’s yours– sorry about that! But seriously, I owe you a coffee… or ten!)

Anyhow, the book is about little llama starting school and he’s so sad and misses his mama while he’s there. Then he starts realizing that school is fun and (SPOILER ALERT) his mom comes back to pick him up! Little llama learns is OK to love mama and school too.

I know, not real earth-shaking, right? Whatever man, it worked! Doodlebug and I have read the book probably 50 times in the past few months (hours on the potty during potty-training) and when we started dropping him off at his new school, we would talk about llama and how he had fun and then his mama came back. No tears! Absolute brilliance! Thanks Ms. Dewdney!

This morning I walked the boys to school and Doodle held up one finger asking me to wait while his teacher took his backpack and shoes off (yes, they wear slippers in school!) and then he ran over to me at the door and said, “Mama llama you come back?”

Yes, baby llama, Mama llama will always come back for you.

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Google-ing Momfessions

It always amuses me to see what kinds of random Google searches land unsuspecting curious souls here at Momfessions. Let me share a few that made me chuckle (and some that made me shake my head) tonight:

  • “i’m not pregnant i’m just fat”: Yea, me too.
  • “white kid breastfeeding”: Uh yea, I had three of those
  • “sparkly things”: I don’t see much of this around here. Funny story about this, about two years ago we were going to be out of town for our anniversary. While we were leaving town Hubby said, “I thought you could choose a piece of jewelry on our vacation for our anniversary…” I absolutely swooned inside thinking that was so romantic of him to let me choose something sparkly I loved until he added, “because I forgot to get you a gift.” Haha, he should have kept his mouth shut!
  • “can a flabby mom get super fit?”: I sure hope so.
  • “babies are human beings”: Yes they should be. Definitely a cause for concern if yours aren’t.
  • “pooped and sat in it”: I’m sorry?
  • “pictures obedient children”: Ha ha ha
  • “i hate bath, dinner, bed time”: Don’t we all sometimes? Hang in there, mama!
  • “daughter swallowed hair clip”: Ah, yes. Been there, done that. It’ll pass, but if she starts throwing up, you might want to have her seen by a doctor…
  • “pink justin bieber sewing machine”: Uhhh… I’m not really sure what you’re looking for. (Maybe you don’t even really know?) I don’t think Momfessions is the right place though.
  • “sloppy poop in potty”: Do you mean diarrhea? Or as Ladybug calls it– coffee poop?

Well, that was entertaining. Thanks for sending ’em over here Google– although on some of those I suspect you didn’t know where else to direct them.

Ditto

It’s not lawful for me to copy another blogger’s post word for word, so to read my exact thoughts pertaining to blogging right now please read this.

Yes, yes, yes, YES! That is me. I started out 31 Days of blogging about Grace last month with full intentions of meditating and sharing thoughts about grace every day. But in true-to-me-style, I didn’t finish.

It’s just that instead of blogging I found myself perfecting my cup of Turkish coffee, walking the kids home from school, emailing back and forth with our adoption agency, talking with my husband about this and that, planning for our upcoming time in the States, composing emails, praying for wisdom and direction and clarity, running for my forthcoming 8K (ACK!), filling out adoption paperwork (OHMYWORDWILLITEVEREND?)… Life just kinda happens and before I know it, I only blogged 4 days out of 31, I’m three chapters behind for my book group, and the laundry has piled up again.

But that’s OK. One day I’ll have oodles of time to write and blog, and I’ll wish I had babies to build block towers with and laundry to fold.

via Your Homebased Mom

Is Birth Your Idol?

I have shared my birth experiences (in probably more detail than most people care to read!), so you already know I’m a C-section mama x 3. I have had to work through some undesirable emotions and feelings of guilt over the years about the ways my babies entered the world. I read this great article today by Gloria Furman about birth experiences being idols for some a lot of women. It really struck a chord with me, so I wanted to pass it along in case there is someone out there who also needs to be reminded that knowing Christ, and being good mommies after birth ultimately outweighs the way our birth experiences turn out!

http://blog.christianitytoday.com/women/2012/07/bowing-down-to-your-birthing-b.html

Mommy Failure

Only a thin sliver of orange is visible as the sun dips below the hill I can see from my apartment’s balcony. I sigh, thankful that this day is over. Only a few more minutes and I can tuck little bodies clad in mis-matched pajama tops and bottoms into their beds.

It hasn’t been a good day. I said not to throw it again, and he threw it one more time. I asked her to be quiet and rest and she woke both her sleeping brothers. I told him not to play in his milk, and he did a milk mustache anyways. I stepped on a toy. I yelled because I was mad. Dinner was a mess of leftovers and random bits of food pulled from fridge and tossed onto plates because Hubby was gone and I was done. Baths were quick and un-playful. He got back into the bathtub with his pajamas on (twice!!!) The toys never did get picked up.

Even typing, I’m amazed at how small it all feels. Honestly, tomorrow when the kids pop out of bed at 7am and start asking for Cheerios and cartoons, today will become a distant memory as we begin again. Motherhood is this constant cycle– feed them, read to them, dress them, wipe them, give them, listen to them, wash them, laugh at them, humor them, play with them, explain to them, discipline them, teach them, and sometimes it doesn’t feel like a gift. It feels like a burden.

I am thankful for the book I finished two days ago, Loving the Little Years: Motherhood in the Trenches by Rachel Jankovic. It is short, but full of powerful thoughts as she (a fellow mom in the trenches) points to Christ in the midst of the daily motherhood grind.

“Blessings, like children, are not ethereal and weightless. Sometimes they feel like they come at you like a Kansas hail storm—they might leave a welt! But if you accept your lot and rejoice in your toil, God will give you the kind of overwhelming joy that cannot remember the details. Motherhood is hard work. It is repetitive and often times menial. Accept it. Rejoice in it. This is your toil. Right here. Those are their faces. Enjoy them. The days of your life are supposed to be full of things like this. But joy is not giddy. It is not an emotional rush—it is what happens when you accept your lot and rejoice in your toil. So rejoice in your children. Look them in the eyes and give thanks. You will not even remember the work of all this planting when the harvest of joy overwhelms you.”

It was a blessing today to have these thoughts come to mind as the dishes piled up, the floors got stickier, and the chaos swelled to unbearable levels. This is a gift. And I accept it– dirty diapers, runny noses, sinful hearts and all.

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::Link Love::

{The Secret Sterlization of Women in Uzbekistan}

          Absolutely heart-wrenching. It’s so easy if you live in the West to pretend the whole world is OK and atrocities against humans don’t happen anymore… not true. Eye opening article. 


          Love this. Want to seek to be more of a “loser” in my marriage.

          Yes. Need to work on this…

          Again, yes. I need to work on this…

          Most days it feels like an uphill battle to disengage my parenting from “culture” and try to be biblical in the way I teach and relate to my children. It’s good to remember my goal is not for the world to think I am a good parent (whatever that means to them!) but to point my children to Christ.

          This.is.so.me. Just letting go and playing with my children (not directing their play or encouraging their independent play) is SO hard for me.

          Such a good reminder why the “little things” are actually big things that matter very much!
          If you live overseas, this is a great read! Ten years from now when I look at my life now, I will probably not remember all the little things that got under my skin and irritated me about living overseas– I will remember the good things, the fun things, the memorable things.


{Why the City is a wonderful Place to Raise Children
Such encouragement for those of us seeking to raise kids in big cities!