My Coffee Turns Cold: 5 Minutes of Motherhood

 

I take my mug and put it in the microwave, heat it for a minute and a half. I heat it because it has gotten cold. Cold as I change a diaper. Cold as I mix up a bowl of cereal. Cold as I dress her warm. Cold as I redirect her from playing with cords to play with a more appropriate toy.

I pick up, I put down. I tell her it's okay when she bumps her head. I take her with me when it's time for me to get dressed. I blow bubbles on her tummy and make her laugh. I show her her reflection in the mirror and watch her grin with delight. I listen and lean and lift and love.

And in the meantime, as my love warms us both, my coffee turns cold. But that's okay. Because when it comes to coffee, a microwave will do. 

These days of motherhood are consuming and taking the time to blog can easily get lost in the hustle and bustle of it all. But these days of motherhood are also fleeting and I don’t want to let them slip by. And so this series of posts, Five Minutes of Motherhood, are my attempts to capture some of these moments—whether poignant or not—in the short spurts of time available to me these days: a time-limit of five minutes. That way the moment gets memorialized and then I can get back to life—back to motherhood. Click here to read all the posts in the Five Minutes of Motherhood series.
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Redeeming Motherhood: Iradis' Story


Redeeming Motherhood is a series of posts where women open up about some of the struggles they've faced as mothers and how the Lord has redeemed those situations and brought beauty from them. Check out all the posts in the Redeeming Motherhood series here. (And if you want to share your own story of hope and healing, please check out the bottom of the post for instructions!)

Many thanks to Iradis of Live Faithfully for kicking off the series and sharing her experience in today's Q&A. (And boy do I know all too well what she means when she says she has a "spirited baby." Mine was one of those, too!) 
Iradis and her son at 5 months old,
now "a fairly happy baby" ;)

Describe one of the hardships you've faced as a mother. What made this time so difficult?
As a new mom, I had a few preconceived notions about how our baby would be, from his temperament to how he would look physically. We were blessed with a very spirited baby, who from the very beginning made his presence known loud and clear. One hardship I faced as a new mom was in the first 4 months of our baby's life. Having a newborn who cried inconsolably most of the time during his awake times was difficult. It made me feel like somehow I had failed as a mom.

What were some of the emotions you were feeling during this time?
I felt an overwhelming sense of insecurity. I had absolutely no idea what to do to get our baby to stop screaming. I felt frustration, failure and helplessness. Yes, there were times I even felt anger and resentment.

How did the Lord speak to you during this time? How did he bring redemption or healing to you?
Amid all the noise (literally), it seemed like God's voice was distant even though now I know it wasn't. I knew He was working in my heart to have more patience with the situation. God used my husband and a friend (also a new mom) to speak truth into my life, hard as it was. At one point, I knew that only God could cover me with his peace, as our baby screamed for hours at a time. Honestly, I feel like I am still healing and trying to find redemption for those first few months. It's an ongoing process but I am thankful for God's grace with me.

Is there a Bible verse that you think speaks poignantly to this experience?
During those first months, Philippians 4:4-13 is a passage that I would read over and over again. I was clinging to the knowledge that God would somehow bring peace and contentment through it all and that it would never be more than I could handle. If I made the choice to rejoice, even when I didn't feel like it, God would strengthen me to get through this experience.

Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you. I rejoice greatly in the Lord that at last you have renewed your concern for me. Indeed, you have been concerned, but you had no opportunity to show it. I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength. - Philippians 4:4-13

ABOUT THE WRITER: My name is Iradis, aka Urban Wife and I've been married to Red Beard since 2008. In May of this year, we welcomed our first baby boy into our lives. We are excited to see what God has in store for our little family and are forever in awe of His mercy & grace. Feel free to stop by my blog Live Faithfully or Instagram @urbanwife to follow along on our journey.

If you are interested in contributing to the Redeeming Motherhood series, contact me with your responses to the questions in this post. Include a short bio and a photograph, if you like. It's not necessary to have your own blog, just a heart and a story to share!
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A World of Wonder



It’s incredible to try to look at the world from my daughter’s perspective. It’s nearly impossible, really. How she explores things that we take for granted—cause and effect, gravity, object permanence—and finds delight in them. Not just mere interest but squeal-with-joy delight.

It makes me look at this world of mine with a bit more wonder, a bit more awe at how the Lord made it work, how he made it work so well. I look at how he made her body, so soft and malleable to tolerate her tumbles and falls without ever getting a bruise. I look at how he gave her a thumb, which she found the other month and hasn’t stopped sucking since, and how that is a gift to her because it brings her such calm and comfort. He gave that to her. I look at how he made her personality and how she wears it so beautifully. He gave that to me.

It’s these little things that make me stop and realize the gravity of it all, whisper prayers of thanks in response.

I recently read a book that does much the same. A beautifully written little book whose premise is to do just that: Open your eyes to the world around you, show you how to look at it—in all its brokenness and heartbreak, even—and awe. Because there’s more to this world than what we see on the surface. When we take the time to look deeper, we see the one who made it so wonderful, the Creator behind every leaf and laugh and life.

From Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl by N.D. Wilson:

“This world is beautiful but badly broken. St. Paul said that it groans, but I love it even in its groaning. I love this round stage where we act out the tragedies and the comedies of history. I love it with all its villains and petty liars and self-righteous pompers. I love the ants and the laughter of wide-eyed children encountering their first butterfly. I love it as it is, because it is a story, and isn’t stuck in one place. It is full of conflict and darkness like every good story. And like every good story, there will be an ending. I love the world as it is, because I love what it will be.”

Let us not forget that last part. This world is a wonderful place. And, in time, it will only become even more wonderful.

Find Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl by N.D. Wilson on Amazon. (I received a copy of this book from Booksneeze to review.)

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Redeeming Motherhood: My Story of Hope


Motherhood can be tough. That's a lesson I learned early on when I had my daughter. Sometimes you don't know how you're going to get through it, whether you can get through it, or where God is in the midst of it. Ugh. But I also learned another lesson: That God is in the midst of it. Sometimes you just have to look hard, maybe harder than you ever have before. And that's what this series, Redeeming Motherhood, is about: Sharing our stories about how God has met us during some of those tough times of motherhood and the work he's done to redeem them. Because he always redeems. If you find yourself in one of those similar seasons of struggle, I hope these posts encourage you in that, too. Check out all the posts in the Redeeming Motherhood series here. (And if you want to share your own story of hope and healing, please check out the bottom of the post for instructions!)

To kick the series off, I wanted to go ahead and share part of my own story:

Me and Claire, much more well-rested,
at seven months old
Describe one of the hardships you've faced as a mother. What made this time so difficult?
When my daughter Claire was first born she struggled to sleep. We all struggled to help her sleep and nothing, save time, seemed to help. We could be seen pacing the floors, bouncing, rocking, shushing, swaddling, nursing, singing to try to help her settle down. We’d lay her down, pick her up, pat her back, turn on water, run the vacuum—anything to try to help. It rarely did. One night, my husband took to jogging with her around the kitchen to finally get her to succumb to sleep. Surprisingly that worked—for that night.

What were some of the emotions you were feeling during this time?
The thing that made this time so difficult was beyond just the obvious of utter exhaustion. What really made it difficult was that I felt abandoned by God during this time. I prayed and prayed that Claire would fall to sleep. Prayed that when we got her asleep, she would stay asleep. I prayed so many prayers over her, over myself. And then she’d never fail to wake up, screaming, and it would all start all over again.

It seemed God wasn’t listening to my prayers, wasn’t concerned with aiding me through them. I tried praying scripture over her sleep, quoting the Psalms as I prayed, “God gives rest to his loved ones.” I turned that verse into a lullaby I sang over Claire and sang it over and over again. The more I sang it and didn’t see fruit from it, the less and less I felt as though I was one of those “loved ones.”

In my head I knew that God did hear and I knew that he would prevail. I forced myself to praise him during those arduous days and nights. But I didn’t feel it. Honestly, I didn’t feel like God had answered my prayers until my husband started to get the call-backs for the job in Ohio. Not coincidentally, it was around that time that Claire finally started succumbing to sleep and taking naps all on her own.

How did the Lord speak to you during this time? How did he bring redemption or healing to you?
Although I felt like he was distancing himself from me, I knew that he was not. So I continued to seek after him, continued to pray even when it felt a waste. At the time, I didn’t feel hope or see how all this was going to get better or get easier. Still, I pressed on. I think that is the takeaway I have from the experience: A willingness to seek after God, even when it feels he’s stepping away. To chase after him, as the woman in Song of Songs does when her lover comes to the door and then she goes searching for him through the streets.

Because the truth is, if we seek after him, we will find him. That truth has never failed me. It took awhile, but after a couple of hard months, it felt like the floodgates of heaven opened and the Lord’s love rained down on me. Such blessing we received when he did start answering my prayers: Claire started napping, my husband got selected from 231 applicants for a single position, we sold our house in three days. Boom, boom, boom. Miracle after miracle. The Psalms also says, “Show me your unfailing love in wonderful ways.” That was exactly how I felt during that time.

While I don’t think I’d ever willingly go back and live those days over again, I can say I’m grateful for them. I’m grateful that during a time when I felt so low, that I had the strength and the courage to cling to the Lord. I am proud of myself during that time, even when that strength was weak and wavering. It was still there. He was still there. And I know there will be more trials and tribulations to come, and so I know I have this stake in the ground to look back on, my own pile of stones that recall a time of hardship—but also God’s inevitable sweet and divine deliverance.

Is there a Bible verse that you think speaks poignantly to this experience?
I am praying to you because I know you will answer, O God.
Bend down and listen as I pray.
Show me your unfailing love in wonderful ways…. – Psalm 17:6-7

If you are interested in contributing to the Redeeming Motherhood series, contact me with your responses to the questions in this post. Include a short bio and a photograph, if you like. It's not necessary to have your own blog, just a heart and a story to share!
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Eating Her First Banana: 5 Minutes of Motherhood



The other day, Claire ate a banana all on her own. She's been teething and consequently kind of clingy, so I was holding her as I was finishing my oatmeal for breakfast.

My husband had put some banana in his oatmeal and laid the rest down on the table. She was reaching for everything, my spoon, my bowl. So when she reached for the banana (which was one of her first foods when we started her on solids about a month and a half before), I let her have it.

She squealed with delight, crushing the soft fruit between her fingers. It took some practice to get a hold of it, as it slipped from her grip until she mushed it into her fist. But once she did, she took her fistful to her mouth and bit off a chunk, spit out any extra, chewed, swallowed and repeated.

By the end of it, I had a handful of banana that she'd spit out, a tabletop to wipe down, two pair of hands to wash from the mess of it. But she was delighted. She was so happy, in spite of sticky hands and a banana-smeared face.

It was a messy moment but it was a beautiful one, too.

I'm beginning to think that's a lot of the way this motherhood thing works, as well.

These days of motherhood are consuming and taking the time to blog can easily get lost in the hustle and bustle of it all. But these days of motherhood are also fleeting and I don’t want to let them slip by. And so this series of posts, Five Minutes of Motherhood, are my attempts to capture some of these moments—whether poignant or not—in the short spurts of time available to me these days: a time-limit of five minutes. That way the moment gets memorialized and then I can get back to life—back to motherhood. Click here to read all the posts in the Five Minutes of Motherhood series.
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A Barstool, a Bloody Nose, and a Step Closer to God



Now that Claire has learned to pull herself up and stand up, the world has become one big curiosity. Every ledge has the potential to expand her horizons, lifting her up to have a bigger perspective on this ever-changing world of hers. And so it is that at any given time, I'll turn around and she's hoisted herself up by clinging to a couch or a coffee table, sometimes a trashcan or a large toy.

This skill, though it has delighted her, has proved to make her world a bit more perilous. She doesn't yet understand that not everything is sturdy, not everything is meant to hold her up and, though it might for a moment, may not continue to do so.

She learned that lesson the other night when, while I was do some motherly multitasking, turned my back to her. She'd been contentedly playing with a toy piano. Then, I heard a thud and a screech of a scream. I turned around to see she'd left the piano in favor of a wooden barstool, which had evidently fallen on top of her when she pulled up to it.

I ran to her, lifted her, hugged her and rocked her. And then I saw a little stream of blood trickle from one nostril, then the other. As a new mom, it was a terribly scary moment for me and a million worst-case scenarios flew through my head.

Fortunately, within a minute, the blood had stopped and we settled her down. After phoning the family pediatrition and finding out that we probably didn't have anything to worry about since she hadn't bled "a lot," was able to nurse without trouble (and, consequently, breathe through her nose) and was acting normal.

Still, it was a really good bonk that left her pretty sore. So when I tried to put her down for bed, without fail, she'd end up rubbing her nose which would lead to more shrill cries. As I cradled her and tried to comfort her, I prayed over her and the pain she was feeling that she surely didn't understand, as a baby who heretofore has been incredibly healthy.

I prayed that God would take away the pain. Then, without even thinking about it, prayed that God could transfer the pain to me, so that she didn't have to suffer through it. As soon as I prayed it, cuddling my little girl whose sobs had subsided to pitiful little sniffles, I realized the enormity of it. I realized that is exactly what God did for me.

As a parent, he too wanted to spare the pain that I would otherwise endure. The pain was so unbearable, he didn't want us to ever know it. And so he wore it himself. On the cross. To a death that we can't even imagine.

Then, as my daughter finally gave way to sleep, I laid her down. Walking away from her crib, I couldn't shake the awe that came from this glimpse God had given me. Of something so simple but that hadn't yet really understood until now.

Then, in the still and quiet dark, I moved the barstool so that it wouldn't ever hurt her again.

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