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My son has never showed a strong interest in coloring or making things.  This parking garage craft excites about!  My older daughter loves to make it for him.  She and I made it together last week.  We asked him how he wanted it designed.  He was a like a little contractor specifying what colors he wanted and how many levels to make.  We did a smaller version about a year ago.  He plays with it all the time!

What you need:

  • at least two large cereal boxes (we used three to create a triple level garage)
  • at least five toilet paper tubes (we used ten since we made the extra level)
  • Tacky glue
  • large book
  • paint or color

To make the parking garage…

  1. Cut the front panel from a large cereal box, keeping the panel intact.  Secure any box tabs with Tacky Glue.
  2. To make exits and entrances, cut inch wide flaps on both sides
  3. Paint or color the toilet paper tubes and the cut out cereal boxes.  Have fun!  We made parking lines for his matchbox cars.
  4. Glue the tubes on top of the flat cut out panel (the one without the flaps).
  5. Run glue along the tops of each tube.  Then place the second level on top.  Put a large book in place to hold it in place.  We let it dry overnight.
  6. To make your flaps for the entrance and exit longer, cut four 2 inch by 8 inch strips from a second cereal box.  Spread glue on the strips and sandwich each flap between two of them.
  7. To make another level, repeat Steps 4 & 5

And we made a car dealership with a tunnel connected to it.  If you want to make one,  you need…

  • a fruit snack or cracker box
  • another cereal box
  • a plastic juice container

To make the simple car dealership, we cut out the front of a fruit snacks box and my oldest made a little sign with my son’s name on it.  We glued the sign on the front.  We used an extra cereal box panel to make a parking lot.  Then we cut the ends off a plastic juice jug.  My daughter decorated the jug with glitter paint.  We tried to connect our tunnel from the dealership to the garage by using Tacky glue.  It does not work very well.  You will need to use something stronger like duct tape.

The best thing about this craft is letting my son’s creativity come alive.  He now wants us to try to make a car wash and an auto mechanic.  I am officially saving all our cereal boxes from now on!

And yes, my daughter, likes to wear funny hats.  This came from an old-fashioned 50′s style diner we ate at last week for my husband’s birthday.


I cannot listen to the Milli Vanilli song “Girl You Know It’s True” without picturing my brother and I jamming to it on our walkmans as our family ventured on a long road trip from Michigan to Orlando, Florida in the fall of 1990.  My poor grandmother knew the words of the song by the time we reached Atlanta.

My brother and I our Florida trip. We thought we were so cool.

Music helps us remember.  Eras in our lives.  Special memories.  Times of struggle.  Friendships.  Fun with family members. Sometimes those songs expressed words that were hard to say.  Sometimes those songs brought us to life.  Other times we wallowed in break up songs or love ballads because someone broke our heart.

I remember my mom’s Barry Manilow records.  Neil Diamond, Lionel Richie, or Air Supply was usually playing in the kitchen as we got ready for school.  I think my brother spent a whole morning a few years ago downloading all the “Mom songs” he remembers.

I was part of the Mix Tape generation where we chose our favorite songs, “dubbed” them on tapes, designed a little tape cover, and passed them to a friend.  I still remember the day a guy embarrassingly handed me a tape he made for me.  I did not like hardly any of the songs on it, but I was thrilled to receive a gift from a boy I liked.

My mix tapes--some are twenty-five years old!

Now I have three kids.  I never intentionally planned it this way, but my kids are starting to rack up a playlist of songs of their own.  A tune will come on the radio and they will yell, “That’s my song!”  Most of the songs came out of random memories.

For instance Hey Soul Sister by Train is one of my son’s songs.  I found him running around the house singing, “Hey…hey…hey,” one morning.  He also loves the Bible song, “The Wiseman Built His House Upon the Rock” and has asked us to sing it at family devotions since he could talk.

My oldest has the most songs.  I played this beautiful instrumental song called Rose Garden from a Lifescapes CD when she was an infant.  I hear that song and I remember snuggling with my first baby and remembering her dark spiky hair.  I used to listen to 80′s ballads constantly and would sing them around the kitchen.  “Everytime you go away” by Paul Young is one of her songs.  Instead of “you take a piece of me with you,” she would accidentally sing “you take a piece of meat with you.”

My youngest is not even two yet, but I am sure she will find some songs of her own as she gets older.  For now I have sweet memories of her dancing holding a pair tongs she stole from the kitchen drawer.  The song that happened to be on the radio was “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” by Cindy Lauper.

Someday I plan to give each of my child a CD of their songs when they graduate high school (unless CDs become obsolete by then!)   It will be a soundtrack of their childhood they can treasure forever.

My three crazy kids!


Around seventh grade I noticed the girls beginning to obsess about their weight and talk about dieting.  I was the skinny, petite girl who drank 2-3 Mountain Dews a day and snacked on brownie sundaes.  My weight stayed the same regardless.  But do not ever assume skinny girls or women for that matter with good metabolism are confident and happy with their body.  I had my own set of struggles.  I was tomboyish and not proud of it.  I was unathletic.  I had bad teeth and bad hair.  I have always been self conscious about areas of my body.

I cannot tell you how many average weight women like myself complain of their pudgy abs (guilty), their flabby arms, or their big thighs.  If we all had the opportunity to have an extreme makeover, would it really make us happier?  Would we ever really be satisfied?  Would we not find something else to fix?

A year and a half ago, Baby #3 was born. When she was four months old I was at the highest weight ever not counting pregnancies.  Technically according to my doctor, I was not overweight.  But I felt gross.  I was eating terrible again.  I caved and was drinking Mountain Dew 1-2 times a day again even though I had manged to give it up for a full year.  I was running three times a week, but it was not enough to lose any weight.  I honestly had no time to exercise anymore than I already was.  So I decided to go on Weight Watchers.

To be honest, I was thrilled to be on Weight Watchers.  I had very little education on how to count calories or plan healthy meals. I was willing to learn and amazed at how terrible I was eating!  I was able to wean myself off two spoonfuls of sugar in my coffee, give up all sugar pop for good, and find lunches that were much healthier than the frozen dinners or fast food I often resorted to. I realized that burning the amount of calories in my favorite dessert from Dairy Queen would require me to run a half marathon!  I also found some great recipes for our family dinners.  I did lose about ten pounds.

But I cannot tell you how many people said, “Oh my goodness, you don’t need to be on that diet!  You’re not overweight!”  That is the problem with our culture.  If you are overweight, people assume you should go on a diet and get healthy.  If you go on a diet and are not recognizably fat, you are seen as someone with an eating disorder.   It is almost like we are fighting to maintain some kind of female image.  We do not want to be too fat or too skinny.  Yet who of us can really acheive that perfect picture image?

When I lost ten pounds did I feel like a new person?  No.  But I felt better.  I loved having new eating habits.  It gave my running routines new meaning.  My latest endeavor now is weight training and toning to work on some of the areas of my body that are not worked during running (like abs and arms).  I have found that by setting specific goals like eating more fruits and vegetables, training for a race, doing ab workouts three times a week, or giving up sugar pop are more realistic for those who cannot measure it by the scale.  I may lose a pound or two. I would be grateful for that.  Even if I don’t, I am gaining healthy habits.  That is worth more to me than  looking like a picture perfect person I may never look like.  This whole process has helped me to accept the person God made me even with all my imperfections.

I have greatly enjoyed sharing many of your stories as well as some of my own on Everyday Mom’s “Mom Story Mondays!”  I will be taking a short hiatus as I write more Mom Story posts.  Beginning October 3rd look for new Mom Story posts that will cover stories such as caring for a child who suffers from seizures, raising children in China, having a large family and more!  Feel free to e-mail your stories and I will include them in a future Mom Story Monday!  everyday-mom@hotmail.com

 


This is what my kids did this weekend–explored outer space at the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry

Whatever you are up to this weekend, here’s some great posts from the Mom blogging world…

I loved this video about being a MK in the Uganda  These are the daughters of Mandy who was featured in my post I’m a mom…and I’m a missionary in Africa  You can also read their family blog for more stories and updates.

Have the tomatoes in your garden turned red yet?  Still waiting…we have not had the heat this summer.  Use your green ones and make fried green tomatoes.  Check out this recipe at the Mother Huddle.

This is a cool idea for decorating clothespins!  Check it out at giver’slog.com

We are heading into it our last official week of summer!  Then it’s back to school.


We wanted a nicer lunch last week Sunday, but we still needed something quick and easy.  My husband came up with this simple soup that tasted excellent!  Something we will make it again!

What you need:

  •  1 can of cheddar cheese soup
  •  1 soup can of milk
  •  1 can of stewed tomatoes, drained
  •  1/2 cup of bacon, cooked
  •  parsley (to taste)
  •  pepper (to taste)

1) Cook the soup according to the directions on the package which is typically adding the milk and stirring.  We always stir with a whisk keeping it on low to medium heat to keep from burning.

2)  Pat the drained stewed tomatoes with a paper towel if they are too juicy.  Then add to the soup.  Then add the bacon.  Stir.

3)  Sprinkle with parsley and pepper.  Add a slice of bacon on top for garnish.

Enjoy!  Soup season is just around the corner!


Home schooling, Christian schools, or public education?  Do you find yourself in these conversations striving to defend your choice for your children?

These can be healthy conversations.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with sharing your decision and the process that brought you there.

But sometimes I find myself irritated by all the stereotypes.  Be aware when you are talking about home school, Christian schools, or public schools, there is diversity even among those categories.  There are hundreds of ways to home school. There are co-ops, sports leagues, music leagues, on line schooling, and more.

When it comes to Christian education, there are schools that are Baptist, Lutheran, Catholic, or non-denominational.  I went to a large K-8 Christian school with approximately 600 students and the vast majority attended Christian Reformed Churches.  My daughter goes to a Lutheran school that meets in a Lutheran church with approximately 60 students.  She and one other student are the only ones who attend a Christian Reformed church. Two Christian educational experiences. Similarities, yes.  But big differences

What do you mean by public school?  Charter school?  Fine arts school?  Alternative education?  And there are differences among districts.

Please do not assume home school moms are ultra conservative and want to shield their children from the real world.  I have met moms who choose to home school
because they want their family to be closer.  A friend once shared with me that everyone had their own separate friends, school activities, and rarely spent time with one another growing up.  Home schooling has created a place for her family to thrive and grow together.  Some moms want to help their children with special needs or their gifted children succeed in an environment tailored to their specific needs.

And please do not assume Christian school moms have more money than everyone else.  As a Christian school mom, I try to respond politely to the—“It must be nice to have your children in Christian school.  We cannot afford it because we do not make enough money.” The truth is most of us cannot afford it either.  Most Christian school families are not rolling in extra cash—usually the opposite. For our family, it takes extra financial planning that began while our kids were babies. For some moms it means juggling home businesses or working part time.  For others it means seeking financial assistance from churches or family members.

And please do not assume public school moms do not care about their children learning the truths of the Bible or that they are allowing their children to be corrupted by the world. The “world” is in the Christian school too…and home schools.  There are Christians who have intently chosen to educate within the public schools systems.  As a youth pastor I witnessed student-lead and teacher supported Christian clubs and Bible Studies thriving in public school systems—sometimes more so than the Christian schools.  As citizens it is our duty and responsibility to support the public schools.

So please do not think you are a better mom because you are home schooling your children, or paying for Christian education, or sending your children off to public school.  We have a choice.  That is the great part about it.  We know what we believe, what is best for our children, and what we want to support.  That might change with each year, each child, or each place we live.

Be open to sharing your story, your choices, and even your concerns. But please make sure you take the time to listen to others as well.


Congratulations to Kim Hayes for being the winner of our awesome chocolate giveaway!! My son drew your name out of a hat.  Enjoy!

I’m already working on another giveaway for September 19th.  Stay tuned.

 

 

 


We were on a family getaway weekend at the OregonCoast between Christmas and New Years—a time when our family desperately yearns for a break.  It had been a beautiful day of beach combing, exploring the aquarium, and a dinner of chowder.  The kids were wound up instead of sleepy.  The youngest opened the window and let a small tsunami in the room. This mom needed a break and so I went in the closet sized motel bathroom to decompress. My husband got the kids semi quiet and joined me for some “alone time” sitting on the edge of the porcelain bathtub.

 “I don’t know what it is lately,” I confessed, “I am just worn out.  ALL THE TIME.”

“And that surprises you?” my husband asked, “You have three kids five and under.  Of course you would be worn out.”

“But I want to FEEL better,” I declared, “and oh…I would call my spiritual life right now a desert.”

“Yeah I know,” my husband said.

“How?” I said curiously.

“Your prayers at supper. They have gotten pretty watered down,” he said.

I was embarrassed but also relieved.  Spending time in the Word was starting to feel like something to cross off a never-ending to do list.  Fold the laundry.  Check. Clean the guinea pig cage.  Check.  Read to the kids for fifteen minutes. Check.  Do personal devotions.  Check. To be honest, sometimes it was the first thing to go.  The laundry is exploding.  There is a mess of Playdough all over the floor.  The cat needs to be fed.  If devotions do not get done, does anyone notice?  Does it affect anyone?

Obviously it does.

As stay at home moms we deal with constant noise, messes, and hundreds of interruptions.  Every single day.  Spending time with the Lord ALONE takes creativity and discipline.

I envy the mom who can rise at 5 AM, do devotions, clean the whole kitchen, and pound out three miles on the treadmill.  I have tried. I have had a few successful mornings. But it is a constant struggle.

Over the past few months I have been reminded about my motivation to spend time with the Lord. It should not be to make me feel better.  Or to all the sudden turn me into Supermom.  Or to make my day flow with a smoother rhythm. My life is not going to change anytime soon.  It is not going to be less hectic.

God’s power and grace does not work that way anyhow.  He does not show His love to me because I abandoned my cleaning schedule and read a Psalm instead.  Or because I got up 5:30 and prayed until 7:00 AM.

As Tim Keller says in his book Counterfeit Gods,

“If you want God’s grace, all you need is need, all you need is nothing. But that kind of spiritual humility is hard to muster. We come to God saying, ‘Look at all I’ve done,” or maybe, ‘Look at all I’ve suffered.’  God, however, wants us to look to him…” (88).

If you want out of this desert, you are not going to get there by designing the perfect schedule or listening to more sermons while the kids are napping or attending church more often or joining another Bible Study group.  Those are good things, yes.  But if you really want out of that desert, all you need is a humble heart and a willingness to look to a God who loves you. (see Galatians 2:20).  A God who gave you EVERYTHING.


The following was written by Alyssa Worst, stay-at-home mom of four.

I am not sure how many times I have been asked if I am finished having children, knowing that what they really were wondering is if I am pregnant. AGAIN! No thanks I have plenty of children.

Being overweight is not fun. For anyone. I have had a few wake up calls. Thankfully
nothing life threatening.

We went on a vacation recently. Theme parks were in order. All is fine and dandy until we go on an old wooden coaster. Besides the fact that I am not only fat, obese to be politically correct, I am tall. Not 5-8 tall, but 6-1. I am sure I looked pretty awesome crawling and finagling my legs and body cock-eyed to fit in these rides. Which I will tell you are not made for people much over 5-10, let alone 70 pounds overweight.

I humbled myself right in and away we went. Little did I know how jerky and “bouncy” this ride would be. I am not sure what scared me more: the ride itself or the flab on my stomach and body as it shook. Then there was another ride where a worker had to push down on the chest bar to help get it fastened. Embarrassing!

I obviously survived the rides, but all joking aside, it was something that happened two weeks before that really opened my eyes. I had the opportunity to go on my daughter’s outdoor school trip. They had a zip line that all the kids were required to do. The other parents ALL did it as well. Except me. I was the only one who did not in fear of being too close to the weight limit. It was horrible. I knew that it would hold me, but I let my weight ruin an opportunity to bond with my daughter in a special way. She begged me to go the whole two hours as we cheered on the other kids, and their parents. I blamed it all on fear of heights which is a legitimate reason, but was not THE reason.

Losing weight for me is not to fit into those old jeans or to look like I did in high school. It is to feel better about myself. To enjoy special moments with my children.  I have a special needs child that runs off. How can I keep him safe if I cannot run after him? The opportunity is here. I vowed that every time I want to grab a thing of ice cream at the store or that wasteful candy bar, I will remember why and what my purpose is for doing this.

To be a healthier person. To live a more fulfilling life with my family. To not look seven months pregnant. Or pregnant at all. And to feel sexier for my husband. Just sayin’.

If you are reading this and you feel like you need to do something too, please join in. There is a huge support system of regular people living a busy life just like you. It’s  never too late. It won’t always be easy and the scale will not always be down, but if we help one another out we can accomplish our weight loss goals and live healthier life styles. We all have to start somewhere.

Alyssa blogs at The Best of the Worst and recently started a weight loss blog called Sisterhood of the Shrinking Pants


I have kept a personal blog since my family moved across the country from Michigan to Oregon in 2005.  I thought about ending it when Everyday Mom was launched.  I want to continue to update it with family happenings.  You can read about our Vacation to Staycation from the past two weeks.

So many of you tend to be in the Back To School Mode.  We Oregonians, however, hit the 90′s today for the FIRST TIME all summer.  So maybe we have more summer left in our unseasonably cool summer which has not been the case for the majority of you.

Wherever this week takes you, check out out some of these blogs posts I greatly enjoyed this week…

Veronica shares about Joy in the Ordinary Everyday Life  over at Raising Homemakers.  We can take joy in being a stay at home moms even on those days of frustration and endless piles of laundry and ironing.

For all my fellow running friends 9 Ways to Sneak a Run In from Fit Family Together has some great (and realistic ways) to incorporate running in your exercise routine and get your kids into running as well.

For all your craft lovers, Michelle has a fun idea to paint with jello I am hoping to try with my own kids!  Check out Jiggly Jello Paint over at Simplify, Live, Love



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