Mother’s Day: A day that florist prepare to work extra hours fulfilling orders. A day that restaurant owners know that they will be busy with reservations. Jewelry companies advertise giving your mom or wife that special piece of jewelry to let her know you care.

So many mom’s hope that on this day her husband and children will suddenly realize how important she is to them. How much she does and sacrifices for them. We hope that somehow they have had an aha moment and want to surprise us with gifts and acts of appreciation and love. We ‘drop’ hints about ways they can surprise us. We see our friends on Facebook being spoiled with lavish gifts and trips and hope that we too get to show everyone how loved we are.

The truth is a lot of time we end up disappointed.

Being a mother is the most challenging job a person will ever have. And once we become a mother, it is a lifelong sentence. But it is also the most rewarding. Our joy of being a mother doesn’t come from gifts or words of appreciation. It doesn’t come from a husband that shows his appreciation on a day that is supposed to be celebrated for all that we do. Our joy comes from watching our children grow. The pride we receive when we see them act with love and kindness towards others. When they step out into the world to follow their dreams. Act with strength and courage when faced with life’s trials and tribulations.

I woke up today and went to church by myself. I picked up lunch and brought it to them. I took a nap, which I never do but decided that I was going to take the time for me today. I didn’t get lavish gifts or words of praise. After the year we had, I had hoped that my family would suddenly want to show me how much they loved me… but they didn’t. Next year will be the same. After a little while of feeling sorry for myself, I remembered that Mother’s Day is a commercial holiday. Our appreciation doesn’t come from gifts or material items. It doesn’t even come from our husbands or our children. Not in the way that we sometimes think that it should.

I hope that all of those moms who feel unappreciated today know that they are loved and valued. Your value isn’t in the gifts you receive on Mother’s Day. It doesn’t come from a husband who appreciates your worth. Your value is in doing the hardest job imaginable. Every time you have prayed and cried for your child. Those times when they were sick or hurt and you wished more than your next breath that you could take it away from them. For every sacrifice you have made so that they could have what they needed. God chose you to shape the next generation. He chose you to be a mother. What better honor is there than that? That ladies, is your value.

 

 

 

Menopause, what?!?!

Menopause. Seriously?!?! I am 38 years old, and according to the doctor … in full-blown menopause. I thought the doctor had to be wrong. Or at least making a not-so-funny joke. Nope, the second labs confirmed the diagnosis.

I shouldn’t be surprised. I mean c’mon, my body was surely going to have some type of protest after the last year. Losing my Nannie then the accident and subsequent months in the hospital. That would take its toll on anyone. Also, did y’all know the IRS audited us 3 days after the wreck?? Nope, not kidding. And they didn’t care that we were in the hospital with our children or that they might die. Carla from Bookkeeping Plus was such a blessing and took over everything AND made several trips to Vanderbilt. Did I mention that her and her team put in numerous hours and didn’t even charge us??? There were other trials that we endured this year but I have decided to wait until I finish the book to discuss them. Needless to say, if menopause is the worst of it, then I am fortunate.

At first, I wasn’t going to talk about this but with only my closet family and friends. It is kind of embarrassing to admit that I am going through the “change of life” and I am not even 40. That is what older women do, right??? But after thinking about it, I decided to hell  with that!

My body has earned the right to go into full-blown menopause at any age! After all, I have birthed 2 beautiful boys. I have endured levels of stress that most could only imagine. I am still standing strong. And best of all…. I haven’t committed a physical assault on anyone!! Plus, I now have the perfect excuse. It isn’t my fault, blame it on the menopause 😉

With Mother’s Day just a few days away, I am reminded why I am proud to be a woman. To be a mother. They say being a mother is the hardest job in the world. I absolutely freaking agree!!! It is also the most rewarding thing a woman can ever experience. Yes, we have to deal with all of the drama of being a woman, including trivial little matters like menopause. But at the end of it all, anything and everything is worth the joy of being a mother. To be a mother, I will embrace menopause and everything else that comes with it.

Love and blessings,

C.C.

 

 

Jesus is Real Y’all

I love my conversations with Jackson when it is just me and him in the truck. I never know just what we may talk about. Sometimes it is a funny story, others it is just a million questions as kids are subject to do.

Today, he talked to me about his trip to heaven.

I always knew there was more to share than he was ready to talk about the first time he told me he saw Jesus the day of the accident. Today he wanted to talk to me about the details of his trip.

He said that he went up the stairs to heaven. When he got towards the top he started to have a good feeling all over his body, and that is when he saw Jesus. Although he didn’t actually have to talk with his mouth, Jesus told him that he was going to be paralyzed but that he was going to be okay.

He also spoke about how in heaven you could instantly think of things but before you could finish the thought it appeared. Things were instant in heaven, and he knew immediately that being paralyzed meant him being in a wheelchair.

I believe there was more with the experience of “instant thoughts” that make things appear, but he isn’t ready to speak about it, and I don’t push him.  He will share it when he is ready.

He said that coming back to his body was also instant. He was in heaven one minute and he opened his eyes to the paramedics walking with him on the stretcher the next.

We then talked about how blessed he is that God gave him “another life” as he calls it. I am the one blessed, because I get to share my life with this awesome kid!

I am sharing Jackson’s story because I know this is something that God has asked me to do. I pray that his story touches others who need it. If someone was unsure about God and the truth of His word, I pray Jackson’s experience helps them to see just how good God is. If they feel alone, this helps them to know that they are never alone. There is a God who loves them and one day they will be reunited with lost loved ones.

Help me share Jackson’s story by sharing it with others. Tell it to your friends and family. Share it on Facebook and Twitter. Help others know that yes, there is a God and oh man He is GOOD!

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Love and blessings,

C.C.