Tomorrow is Mother’s Day.  I have mixed feelings about the holiday.  Sure, I’m a mom and love that there’s a day on the calendar in honor of mothers.  It is wonderful to be appreciated for all the hard work and sacrifices we’ve made on account of raising children.  But for me, expectations can run high and get the best of me.  Consequently, my high emotional hopes on this annual celebration rarely happen the way I fantisize and I end the day disappointed.  For all you kids and spouses out there who are searching for the perfect last-minute Mother’s Day gift, here are 5 tips:

1) No gift can ever appreciate your wife/mom enough.  There is no fancy diamond bracelet or spa treatment that will cancel the years of late night exhaustion, erase the interrupted showers, or relieve the worry of a mom.  (I’d love to receive a day of pampering, don’t misunderstand…hint, hint)  However, instead of searching for the perfect gift, or perhaps along with your gift, let her know how invaluable Mom is to you and how irreplaceable she is.  As moms, we often feel as if our cleaning, cooking, nose-wiping, and diaper-changing are routine tasks that any human, regardless of skill or gifting, could accomplish. It’s incredibly rejuvenating to know that though anybody could get the job done, others recognize that our actions are a choice done out of love, and that our presence is meaningful and important.

2) Don’t get frustrated when you ask her what she wants to do tomorrow and she doesn’t know.  As mothers, we have been conditioned through childrearing that our desires and needs come second.  I have no idea what restaurant I want to go to for lunch.  I have forgotten what good food even tastes like.  I think I like Italian food, or Mexican, maybe?  I honestly don’t remember.  Over the past 11 years, it has become more important to me to keep the peace and make meals-on-the-go easy outings.  I often pick McDonald’s, Chick-Fil-A, or pizza, just to prevent the kids from screaming.  Mother’s Day is no different.  In fact, if my kids complain about the food, even if I have before me a margarita and some quality queso, guilt of selfishness will consume me.  Mothers usually just want everyone to be happy.  Do whatever results in the least amount of tears for lunch and make her a margarita after the kids go to bed. 🙂

3) Don’t buy her an iwatch.  As a mother of four kids, I already have 4 “I-watches”.  They  watch me change.  They watch me go to the bathroom. They watch my every move.  They remind me I haven’t made their morning chocolate milk yet, I haven’t washed their favorite shirt yet, and that they still don’t like Mexican food.  I don’t need another thing physically assaulting my wrist throughout the day, interrupting my own personal thoughts.  I’d rather receive some personal uninterrupted face-to-face time with some girlfriends or my spouse.  I’d love to have an evening where doctor’s appointments, school projects, the chore schedule, and planning activities are OFF the table of conversation.  (This would also be an appropriate time for a margarita) 🙂

4) Remind her of who she is.  As a mother, one of biggest struggles I have faced has been identifying myself as “only” a mother.  I remember coming home from the hospital with my first baby and my husband asking me, “Do you need anything, Momma?”  I nearly flipped over the table.  I didn’t want to be called ‘Momma’.  My name was ‘Angie’.  I was scared that who I was (rather, who I thought I was) would be lost forever in the craziness of motherhood.  And to some degree, I was right.  But, God has taught me more about who I really am through the service of parenthood.  It is true, that many of my interests and gifts have been overshadowed and neglected by a house full of children who need my attention.  But, I am learning to rest more in the identity that has and will always be mine.  I am a daughter to the King, chosen, beloved, worth more than fine treasure, and forgiven.  My talents and abilities make me unique, but Jesus makes me special and valuable.  Remind the mother in your life of this!  Give her the gift of some time or resources to re-engage with her unique talents.  Yet, remind her of who she is in Jesus.  She needs to know that even if she doesn’t paint, or write, or sing, or garden–or whatever she is great at–for the next 15 years, it doesn’t de-value her or make her fade into the background.

5) Pray for her.  Cover her in prayer.  Audibly.  Out loud.  In front of her.  Even if you are uncomfortable doing so…ESPECIALLY if you are uncomfortable.  She will cry.  I guarantee it.  Thank Jesus for her.  Ask God to sustain her.  Ask Father to tend to her heart, to meet her every need.  Ask for forgiveness for the times you’ve not appreciated her.  Ask the Spirit to fill her and equip her.  Being a mom, or let’s face it–a human–is hard.  None of us can do it on our own.  No matter what role or title we acquire (mom, grandma, single-mom, childless, business woman, doctor, accountant,  etc…), we all need Jesus–His grace, His mercy, and His love.

He is the best gift.

“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus.”

Romans 3:23-24

Last week, I was in full “let’s-try-to-be-a-super-mom” mode.  You’d think, by now, I would know it just ain’t possible.  But, yet, I try.  Along the way, (usually when I start to feel I am way in over my head with paint projects, Pinterest craftiness, or sewing catastrophes) I realize just how far I’ve gone into unrealistic super-hero status.  I start down a quaint and inviting path of creativity that eventually leads me into a jungle full of prowling lions of self-criticism, mocking monkeys of comparison, and howling hyenas of stress.

When will I learn?

My most recent illusion of grandeur began with a trip to the WWII Commemorative Air Show with my three boys.  (Yes, you added right, the hubs counted as a boy that day.)  Gideon was in awe of the planes and propellers, and of course, all the big guns.  So, when the soon-to-be birthday boy, who for the last two years has celebrated with an Easter Bunny Pirate Party (don’t ask), requested to have planes instead, I jumped at the fresh idea.  However, when I asked more details about his desires, I soon realized I was already further into the jungle than I thought.  Not only did he want to have a WWII plane themed party, but he also wanted the Easter Bunny Pirate character to return, including Easter egg bombs and a Pirate treasure hunt adventure.  Mercy.

So I took plenty pictures of the B-17 Flying Fortress from multiple angles, mentally planning how the metal beast could be replicated with edible sweets.

Over.  My.  Head.  

I took note of the bombers and where they sat and envisioned white chocolate pirate bunnies taking their positions with their chocolate guns.

Entering. The. Jungle.  

I started perusing Pinterest for ideas.

Welcome. Jungle. Predators.

Why do I do this?  Why do I submit myself to these crazy ideas and plans?

For a few reasons: 1) I like the challenge.  I am by nature a person who likes to express herself creatively.  It is how God made me.  And as a stay-at-home mother of four, whose responsibilities outside the home have changed since our relocation, I rarely have the opportunity to fully unleash my creative juices.  2)  I love my kids.  My heart overflowed when I witnessed my little boy struck with awe as the gust of wind from old plane propellors swept the hat off his head.  If I can create a birthday celebration that generates even half of that excitement, it’s worth it.  3) Pride.  See, here’s the nasty thing about being halfway good at anything:  we somehow in the back of our hearts think we can earn favor or worth by being awesome at something.  Because somewhere in the process of doing the task or making the speech or singing the song, we give ourselves credit for the abilities we have to accomplish whatever it is.

Have we worked hard?  Probably.  Have we studied?  Likely.  Have we practiced?  Yep.

I can’t speak for everybody, but here’s where I think I go wrong:  I start to assume that the beginning inklings of talent or skill that were planted in me by God are even my own doing.  Proverbs 16:18 says, “Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.”  (Maybe this is why the night before the party, the airplane cracked in half down the middle and crushed the cake beneath.) However, Psalm 139:13 corrects me: “For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.”  He is the source of any good found within me.

Just like my fondant covered B-17 would be nothing without that one initial flake of Rice Krispie’s Cereal with which it started, so is anything good that I can produce without the Father’s design: NOTHING.  It is a challenge, however, to maintain that solid footing in a slippery and treacherous jungle of pride.  We somehow become disillusioned with our size and strength, feeling either invincible under the shade of the thick green canopy, or fearful of becoming prey for the larger and fiercer wildlife.  We forget who we are. The truth is we are small, yet equipped.  We lack control over our destiny, yet are empowered.  We are not our own, yet heirs to an entire Kingdom.

When I focus on who I can become with all my hard work and fine-tuning, I forget who I already am.  When I strive to grow my talents for my own accolades and affirmations, I actually diminish in maturity.  Ephesians 4:15 says, “Rather, speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ.”  Rather than aiming for personal praise, we are to grow up in EVERY way into him who is the head: JESUS.  Whatever we do, it should be done to grow closer to Him.  This doesn’t mean I stop challenging my creativity with icing and modeling chocolate.  However, it does mean that when I find myself seeking the praise of others because of it, then I should stop.  If I am discouraged because my efforts or talents aren’t appreciated, then I need to glory in the joy the process brought me, and give thanks that Jesus gave me the desire for and enjoyment in such a task.  To consider that He loves me enough to give me joy in such things…that draws me to Him!

Yeah…I’m not very good at that thinking either.  But like all areas in which we seek to better ourselves, He is the source and genesis for all of our development, growth, and maturity.  A more fervent trust in Him, greater satisfaction in His favor, and authentic humility in our hearts all start with a little flake of Holy Spirit planted in our inmost being.  Like a mustard seed, it can be small, but He nourishes it and cultivates it into a great tree of beauty.

I’ve got more lofty projects underway, especially this week.  And as I enter a time of intense focus, my prayer is this:

Jesus, may I end this week where I started in the womb, owing all my value, worth, and purpose to you.  May I always be established in You.  “For [Your] invisible attributes, namely, [Your] eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. [Including me.] So [I am] without excuse.  For although [I have known] God, [I] did not honor him as God or give thanks to him, but [I} became futile in [my} thinking, and [my] foolish heart [was] darkened. Claiming to be wise, [I] became [a] fool. (Romans 1:20-22)”  Please forgive me and help me to walk forward in newness of life, recalling who I am because of You… only You.  Produce good fruit in me that brings glory to Your namesake.

In Jesus’ name,


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