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Kat over at Simple Mom shares about mentoring and what to do when you can’t find a mentor.

The concept of mentoring first peaked my interest in the late 1990′s when I was a college student.  The dean of students asked a few key people to meet for a four-hour meeting on a January afternoon and discuss what programs were most needed on our campus.  A need for a mentoring program came out of that meeting.

I watched this mentoring program evolve.  Some benefited from it while others lost momentum for it.

Because I felt all the high school and middle schools students within my church could benefit from a mentor (and I could not be that to all of them), I created my own mentoring program as a youth director. It had its challenges and it’s failures.  I found it hard to structure something that works better unstructured.

When I was a youth director, I asked a fellow youth pastor to be my mentor.  We met at restaurants, cafes, and even attended a conference together.  Our conversations were anything from big picture youth ministry to practical tips for leading a retreat.  We did not follow a book or take notes.  Just conversations followed by prayer.

Kendra was my youth ministry mentor for several years. This was part of a scrapbook page I made when I traveled to the Youth Specialities National Youthworkers’ Convention with her in the fall of 2003.

I also was a mentor.  I was a volunteer for Big Brothers Big Sisters for many years.  I had to go through an extensive interview and attend a training meeting.  After the “structured part” it was simply hanging out with Jamie three hours a week doing everything from shopping to going out to eat to visiting the zoo.  Looking back on those times, it was one of the best things I ever did during my college years.

I was in the Big Brother Big Sister program for several years. I always enjoyed hanging out with Jamie. She came to my college graduation in May of 2000.

Blogs, books, documentaries, articles, songs, and facebook posts may inspire you and spur you on as a mother.  They cannot give you what an actual living and breathing mentoring relationship can.  You will only find a mentor if you surround yourself with actual people.  And you might feel uncomfortable at first trying to find one.

When I first met my youth ministry mentor, she invited me to a network meeting.  And I didn’t want to go.  All these people that knew one another and were all friends.  I knew I would feel socially awkward.  I even drove into the parking lot, sat there for ten minutes, and almost drove away.  I ended up going to the meetings with her for several months.  Had I not kept going, I would have never had the mentoring relationship I benefited from.

Often times I have hear mentors ask:  “Why am I supposed to be doing?” or  “I need a job description.”  But mentoring is more about BEING than it is about DOING.

The best mentoring relationships come from the person asking, “Will you mentor me? I need some direction right now and you are someone who can give that to me.”  Maybe there is someone you can ask.  Or maybe there is someone who needs that from you.


One thing that has really stressed me out in the last year or so is getting my kids to clean the family room and other areas they play in.

I have tried everything such as…

Putting all the toys in a big box and they have to “earn” them back one by one.  I saw this idea on Dr. Phil.  Did not work with my kids.  They joyfully helped me put all the toys in a box.  Out of sight.  Out of mind.  They did not really miss them.

I tried being more laid back.

I tried being more of a drill sergeant.

I set timers.

I attempted to make “cleaning” fun with jumpy peppy music.

Yesterday we picked up my oldest from school and I told the kids three areas needed to be cleaned before supper:  the family room, eating area, and upstairs playroom.  No TV watching would occur of any kind until they were cleaned.  They cleaned from 4:00 PM – 5:00 PM with very little assistance from me.  They did a wonderful job.  Wow.  How did this happen?

The only solution I have found is

#1) Our kids are a little older.  I used to have too high expectation for three year olds and even four year olds.

#2)  Consistency.

A couple weeks ago my husband started having the kids clean every single day.  They like to play in the eating area because naturally there is where my husband and I spend most of our time.  This area needs to be cleaned daily.  It is part of their route around 4:00 PM to clean it and get ready for supper.  The family room gets cleaned around the same time every two to three days.  Bedrooms get cleaned about twice a week.

We used to clean right before bedtime.  I found everyone was too tired including me.  We settled for a half effort job.  It often turned into a battle of the wills.  For now, after breakfast and right before supper are the prime cleaning times.  It makes the evenings after supper more relaxing for everyone.  They expect it now and it’s part of their routine.  And the house is staying cleaner.


I will forever be a little “old school” and I am OK with that.  The iPod and iTunes has been around for a while, but I have just begun to use both.  I am loving my iPod Shuffle which was my Mother’s Day present.  Running with actual music versus the soundtrack of my mind has helped push me through these last few weeks of marathon training.

I would not say I came from a “musical family.”   Some of us did band, choir, and piano in different seasons of life.  I did come from a “radio family.”  My mom’s light rock station was our breakfast soundtrack every morning.  My sister and I watched music videos in the early era of MTV. We knew pop and rock music backwards and forwards.  We wanted to get my brother as a contestant on “Rock and Roll Jeopardy” which Jeff Probst hosted in his pre-Survivor days.

So as I am searching through iTunes for the perfect running songs, here are some of five fun facts about the tracks from my life…

1)  My first favorite song was Believe It Or Not (Greatest American Hero)  .  I have no idea who sings it and I was four years old when I chose it as my favorite song.

2)  The first cassette tape I ever purchased was Starship:  Knee Deep in the Hoopla.  My favorite song We Built This City  and this song was ranked by VHI as the most awesomely bad song…ever.

3)  The first song I ever shared with a guy was Waiting For A Star to Fall by Boy Meets Girl.  My husband and I do have a song of our own.  It’s Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden.

4)  The first tapes my younger brother bought were The Best of the Monkees and Paul Simon Graceland.  I think that makes him slightly cooler than me.

5)  Billy Joel has been one of my favorite singers since I was seven years old.  I started liking him when we listened to the “An Innocent Man” album over and over on a long road trip to Florida when I was second grade.


I grew up as a pastor’s kids, served as a youth director, and now I’m a pastor’s wife.

I have the honor and privilige of being part of an active group on facebook.  You know how of these groups start and then fade.  Well this one is pretty active.  And we had a great conversations about the role of pastors and pastor wives.  I am a pastor’s wife.  I was a pastor’s kid. I’ve learned a thing or two about the ministry in my lifetime.  So here’s what I suggest you can do for own your pastor and his/her spouse.

1)  Please don’t say–”We have to be good because the pastor/pastor’s spouse is around.”  They understand you are making a joke or trying to break the ice.  Your pastor and/or pastor’s wife is not the morality police.  Pastors and PW’s don’t like being labeled “rulekeepers.”  If you took the time to understand your pastor and PW’s responsibilites and interests, you would see their lives are so much more than that.  It’s such an old joke that’s not even funny anymore, so please don’t say it.

2)  Realize your pastor and PW struggle with sins too.  We’re a little shocked when a pastor enters a treatment center for an addiction, gets arrested for embezzlent or goes outside of his/her marriage.  Of course I am not excusing this kind of behavior at all.  Please realize pastors and PWs are not invincible.  They are tempted in every which way you are–sometimes more so.  They have to guard their hearts, marriages, lifestyle choices like you do–and in many ways more so.

3)  Love your pastor’s kids and treat them like regular kids in the church & community.  No matter what their parents profession in, all kids want to be accepted and blend in with the rest of the children.  Don’t label them or expect more from them.

My three kids

4)  Be very careful how you talk about your pastor, his wife, and kids around your own family.  Even young children pick up bits and pieces of your conversation.  No matter how “good” your own children behave, you cannot be assured your words will not make their way to the pastor, his wife, or his children.

5)  Not all pastors and pastor wives struggle with the same things.  I’ve heard pastor wives complain of people calling the parsonage all hours of the day and night or stopping by unannounced.  This is not much of an issue for me.  I was in a forum with a bunch of pastor’s wives who had issues with clothing.  They felt like they had to dress more modestly and buy a whole new wardrobe.  This is a non-issue for me and something I never struggled with.  When you meet a pastor or pastor’s wife, your mind might revert to stereotypes based on your own pastor or the pastor you had growing up or the pastor of the church down the street.  We’re not all the same and our callings are different.

Please don’t feel sorry for your pastor’s wife.  I love my husband.  I love living next door to church.  I have very good friends both in my church and outside of it.  I love getting involved in youth ministry and other areas of my church and community.  I don’t feel sorry for my kids because they are pastor’s kids and I certaintly don’t feel sorry myself that I was one.  Are there times of trials and challenges?  Are there bad days?  Of course.  But we would have that anyway even if God called us to something else.

My husband has been a pastor for five and a half years.


Today is my second week of being “husband-less” at home.  (Another blog post coming about that).  Meals are somewhat simple and have a little more gluten in them than usual (husband has to eat gluten-free).  Plus we have our big church campout this weekend and we’re keeping our fingers crossed for good weather.  Memorial Day Weekend is a gamble weather wise in most places in the country especially Oregon.

Here is what we are eating…

Monday:  Tortellini with pasta sauce & Texas Toast

Tuesday:  Meatballs and Rice

Wednesday:  Tacos

Thursday:  Sweet and Sour Chicken Stir Fry

Friday:  Out to the eat with kiddos before husband comes home

Saturday:  Supper at church campout

Sunday:  Supper at church campout

I don’t have any fun recipes to share right now.  Things have been down to earth and simple lately.   I hope to have more fun in the chicken when the husband returns home.  We miss him!

I’m linking this up with MPM


I have been writing blog posts lately, but somehow my keeps reverting back to this blog post from a mom by the name of Laura.  I’ve never met her, but I have been reading her blog on a somewhat regular basis for the past year and a half.

Her youngest child, a boy who is thirteen months old, suffered a near drowning accident last week from a five gallon bucket of water.  He is currently in the hospital in somewhat critical condition.

Laura mentions how everyone wants the details–the what, the how, who was there, when, etc.  If we can piece things together, it might make more sense in our minds.

But we serve a God that doesn’t always make sense.  We don’t know why or what is going to happen next. We are not given clear cut answers.

The guest pastor preaching tonight said, “Why do we pray?  We pray because it is God who gives us our next breath.”  Such a simple thing.  Breating.  Inhale.  Exhale.  But it’s God who gives life.  It’s God who gives strength.  It’s God who gives peace.

Even in those moments when people’s comforting words don’t bring peace.  In those difficult times when the minutes and hours seem to stop. Life goes on hold for awhile.  God is there.  Even if you can’t feel His arms around you, He is there.

Would you join me in praying for Laura and her family this week?


On Monday the temperature was supposed to climb to the low 90′s (atypical for us in Oregon especially in May).  I whisked my younger two to our favorite park in the morning before the heat of the day.  There were three other moms there with their toddlers and preschoolers.  As I looked at them and myself, we all looked the same–hair tied back in a pony-tail, little make-up, t-shirt, Capri pants, flip-flops.  Why do I fight the feeling of, “Oh no, I really am one of them.”

Years and years ago when I still watched Dr. Phil, there was a young mom who was trying to dress trendy and look cool.  Dr. Phil said, “This is your thing, right?  You kind of like having the reputation as the cool mom.”

Yesterday I picked up my daughter from school and had the song “Good Life” by One Republic blasting.  Blasting music on a warm sunny day.  Cool.  From a Toyota mini van driven by a 30 something mom.  Maybe not so cool.

Some of my insecurity comes from the fact I was tomboyish as a kid.  When I was ready to break out of that and “be a girl,”  I had a hard time figuring out the hair, the dress, the “look.”  There were painful moments of being teased by older girls.

Putting all that aside, I’m reminded that’s it not all about image.   People see through the image.  Most of our kids do not need a “cool mom.”  They need A MOM who is tuned in to their lives and interests.  T-shirts, Capri pants, sweat suits, Calvin Klein jeans–they don’t care.

Even if we consider ourselves “cool moms” as our kids approach adolescence, they will find a way to label us “uncool.”  A couple of weeks ago one of my youth group kids said, “My mom really shouldn’t dance in the house.  She think she’s all cool, but she really looks ridiculous.”  That might be my own kids in a few years.


I have been a part of a MOPS group since 2006.  About three years ago our group started a tradition of having a “Spa Meeting.”  It is one of the most popular meetings.

The first year we had it, my youngest was only a few months old.  She had gotten over bronchiolitis and I was still very sleep deprived.  This meeting came at the right time.  The free hand massage and hair cut was amazing.  I was grateful for one of the moms who generously held my baby the whole time so I could enjoy it.

Here is how we do it.  It does vary from year to year.

We offer 10-15 minute massages.  In the past we had a woman come in and do hand massages.  This year we were lucky to have someone who was able to do neck and back massages.

We offer eyebrow waxing.  This is always very popular!  The sign-up list fills up quickly.

We offer some type of craft that goes along with ”a self care” theme.  In the past we made neck wraps.  This year we made a therapeutic sugar scrub.  Several of the ladies said it made their hands feel super soft.  We always choose a craft with simple household items that is affordable.

We have a table lined with every single color of nail polish you can think of!  It is fun to socialize and paint nails or toes.We have another table with hand creams, satin hand treatments, and ring cleaner.  I honestly don’t know what the satin hand treatment is!  I usually spend so much time at the massage and nail polish table, I miss some of the others!

At the center of the room is always a big jar filled with a special elixir punch.  It is very simple–lipton green tea mixed with ginger ale with lemons and limes to garnish.  It is such a small part of the spa day, but I look forward to it every year!

I think many of the moms appreciate a relaxing environment to socialize, share, and get to know one another better.

Our Spa meeting does not cost an excessive amount of money.  Many of the volunteers (massage therapists, beauticians) donate their time.  They are welcome to pass out business cards or promote their business.  The hand creams, nail polish, ring cleaner is all donated or borrowed.  We do spend money on craft supplies, but it is kept simple.  You could easily do a spa day like this in your own home with a group of ladies.  Or for a teen girl’s birthday party or girl’s night.  It might even become a tradition everyone looks forward to it each year!


I followed Running in Mommyland‘s quest in completing her first marathon this spring.  The running geek I am–I love following running blogs.  I remember her sharing with me that she was sad to  hit the taper.  That the whole marathon training was coming to an end.

Well I am the opposite.  I am ready for this to end.

Don’t get me wrong.  I am enjoying the running and gearing up for the Seattle Rock and Roll Marathon that I will run on June 23rd.  I did seventeen miles on Sunday afternoon and it went amazingly well.  But…

1) Doing Hal Higdon’s Marathon Training Intermediate is a lot more running than the novice track.  Doing eight milers midweek is tough to schedule.  

2)  I got a road bike and helmet as part of my birthday present.  I took my first bike ride in over ten years Easter weekend.  The last bike I owned was given to me for my fourteen birthday–over twenty years ago.  I have not been able to ride my new bike very much because I am running all the time.

3)  I am dealing with much less soreness and pain this time around compared to the other two marathons I trained for.  I remember waking up in the morning and hobbling to the bathroom before “my legs kicked in.”  I am not very sore these days even with all the extra miles.  I am, however, more fatigued.  I feel tired often.  I sleep amazingly well at night–good hard sleep.  I feel like I am lagging during the day.

This is the first time I trained for a spring marathon.  The last two I ran were in the fall.  I have to say I like doing long runs in March, April, and May versus September, October, and November.  Come end of June I hope to take a couple weeks off from running and get that bike out on the road.

 

 


I was at a neighborhood association meeting when I heard a representative from the Oregon Beverage Recycling Cooperative share about BottleDrop.  She informed us that in the beginning of March five major grocery stores in our town would be closing their bottling rooms.  If you wanted to recycle bottles or cans you had to bring them to a new redemption center located less than one and a half miles from the five grocery stores.

My first reaction:  “What a pain!  Now I have to make an extra trip to drop off my cans and pop bottles.”

After a few visits to BottleDrop, I like the concept.  The bottle rooms in the major grocery stores are often dirty not to mention small and congested.  Pushing a cart with a baby and toddler in tow means careening around everyone else’s bottle filled carts.  The machines break down often.  There is a separate machine for glass, cans, and plastic bottles.  So if you finish your cans and the plastic bottle machine is in use–you end up waiting in the small congested room trying to keep your shopping cart with a screaming toddler from blocking everyone else’s way.

At BottleDrop there are staff people walking around and constantly wiping down carts and machines. It is spacious and clean.  The carts are not metal shopping carts–large plastic carts on wheels you bring right out to your car.  You can put all your cans, bottles, and glass in the same machine.  The machine automatically separates it into bins.  You can redeem your cans for cash from an automated machine or staff member.  You can even open an account and get a “bottle drop redemption card” instead of cashing out every single time.

The plus side is my kids love going!  There are flashy signs everywhere that teach them about recycling.  The employees are really helpful and friendly.  There is a little window where my kids love to watch cans and bottles moving along a conveyor belt.  It’s a perfect preschool field trip.



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