A Decade.

A decade of motherhood.   It's hard to believe that my baby is that old.  It's harder to believe that I'm old enough to have a kid that old.

My son has been through a lot with me.  When I try and list it all out it doesn't sound that crazy. But trust me when I say it; it's been crazy. A marriage.  2 more additions to the family.  A divorce.  6 moves. 2 schools.

Sounds like your average American kids life right there.

But this life for him was never my hope.  

My plan was to give stability.  To give him a family that had roots and loved God.  I wanted to be that mom that had dinner on the table every night (cooked from scratch of course!), never missed a little league game, and spent her days playing at the park with him and evenings reading books to him.  

Life didn't work out that way for us though.

My dreams for him have a new look these days. And I'm totally okay with that.

When I look at him now?  I know I've done something right.  Or maybe I just did a lot of something's wrong and somehow ended up with an amazing kid.  I'm not sure.  But somehow I have this kid that is wise beyond his years, ridiculously kind-hearted, loves his siblings to pieces, and can cook up some amazing French toast.    

This boy saved my life.  And that is no exaggeration.

Becoming a mom is the best thing that ever happened to me and I'm grateful for every day of it.

(Standard hospital issued newborn photo. So much sweetness in such an awkward little baby photo booth.)

His first birthday.  (Yes....photo of a photo...I know.)

Age 5

Age 7

From his last birthday. 

And this week I solemnly swear - I will go take his 10-year old portraits.

I could spend hours just posting photos of this kid.  But I promised myself I would only do a few and focus on the writing.  Photos are always easier than words for me.

Casey: This day 10 years ago? Life-changing, beautiful, amazing, incredibly-ridiculously-horribly painful, and absolutely perfect in every way.  I'm so glad God picked me to be your mom.  Thank you for being you.  Thank you for making me proud. Thank you for being so selfless, so kind, and for cuddling with your little brother every night without fail.  You bless me daily.  I love you buddy. -Mom. 

Thought's from this week

This is another one of those posts where I just ramble about what's in my head for the week.

I've been thinking a lot on single-parenting and my future.  Am I going to be a single parent forever or do I want to go back down the dating route? I've been paused on the dating thing for a bit.   My heart needed more healing and my understanding of Gods character needed (still needs) more depth. And the straw that broke the camels back was me getting hurt, yet again, yet another guy. 

A pause needed to happen.  

I need wisdom.  When someone tells me to steer clear of someone, I want to listen. Maybe, just maybe, I can start to avoid the heartache that comes from me thinking that I know better and ignoring the advice of those that love me.  And I'm tired of getting preyed on.

Back to my point:

I look at my life, and other than my ex giving me grief through the court system and the dramatics and stress related to that, my life is really good. 

I love my little duplex tucked away in the woods and my landlords have been beyond wonderful to me.  This place is tiny for my family of four, but it forces me to declutter often and I like that.  I feel safe here.  Between my dog (he's more of an alarm than a vicious attack dog) and my landlords living upstairs, I feel safe for the first time since my ex and I split.  Restraining orders are only pieces of paper right? But here? I feel safe. And it's good.   

Financially things are okay too. (I know talking about money is kinda odd, but I'm gonna do it).

A few years back I took the Dave Ramsey class.  And while I haven't been perfect at implementing what I learned, it has helped me pull myself together and get on my feet. Having an emergency fund, savings, a budget and living kinda below my means so that I can actually LIVE, is nice.  

All that to say.  Life is good. 

So do I really need a guy in my life?

Sometimes I'm lonely.  Those moments after the kids go to bed and I'm left with myself and Netflix? It can get a little old (well....orange is the new black season 2 is now out so this week I'm more excited than lonely).  But the reality is sometimes I do crave it.  And then I think through my past relationships and go "nah....not for me."  

But then again, I have to hope that maybe perhaps I've just picked poorly in the past and my ideas of what I want need to change. 

Time will tell....

Stopping the Echoes

A friend mentioned to me recently the concept of spiritual "echoes." It was a concept I knew of but hadn't heard put that way before. As I watched and took note, I saw this echo concept unfold right in front of me. When you decide to clean up shop spiritually, it seems that whatever sin you are trying to get out of your life will leave, but later will try and echo back into your life. It's familiar, it's easy, and when your guard is down BAM! You're right back in it. Echoes are a problem for me. As I've already discussed in previous posts, it's the "two steps forward, one step back" thing that kills me. I'd like to be further away from my issues than what I really am. For almost all of the last year I'd been trying to take steps away from a sin-issue in my life, but it kept echoing and echoing and echoing. The good part was that each time I took a step away the echoes seemed to get slower and slower, until they almost completely stopped. The bad part was that those echoes shredded my heart when they did come. This week I think the last echo "echoed." I've wanted to say that for a long time, but have never been able to. I'm not PMS'ing, but I think I spent more time crying this week than I have since last summer. But it was a good kind cry. Tears of closure, healing and grief over my own sin. I ran into my friend Carlianne this week at a coffee shop. It happened that we both had some time to visit, and I ended up baring my soul, sharing my heartache and ultimately crying in public. I shared my ongoing struggle and how I haven't been able to get out. Until this week. We talked for almost two hours and when it was all said and done, I felt such freedom and relief and no judgement at all. She encouraged me to go find a quiet place to talk to God about it all and clear my head. I did just that. I felt cobwebs lift from my brain and things came into focus, things that should have been in focus all along. It hurts to have the door closed, but the hurt comes from my own mistake, particularly the mistake of not closing all the doors so there could be no echoes ages ago. Also this grief that I'm feeling over my own sin? My friend Linda pointed out to me that it's a good thing because it means that I am becoming more sensitive to God's voice in my life. There is no condemnation in it, just a strong conviction and the knowledge that the warning's He gave me last year were there for my own heart's sake. He will definitely be there next time around to guide me and protect me. Next time I hope that I listen better. I'm so thankful that God loves me in a way that far exceeds any human kind love.

(Just a random photo of my baby and his dog.....so much love right here.)

  

Last nights show.

In my last post I said I don't get out much, but somehow I ended up out twice in one week.  Not sure how that happened, but it did.  My next night out isn't scheduled until October, so I'm gonna have to live on these good memories for awhile.

My buddy Chase and I went to see Cage the Elephant and Foals in Portland last night.  Chase and I have been friends for years.....all the way back since we were co-workers at the Rose Tree in 2004.   We pulled our share of restaurant pranks for sure.  He introduced me to Fight Club, which is one of my all time favorite movies to this day, and he told me he was gonna be a rock star.  I didn't see the man for quite a few years because of just that....he went on tour - Warped tour, SXSW and whole bunch of others I'm not cool enough to know of while I was doing the married/wife/kids things.
Long story short, we started talking again sometime last year and despite the fact that we live completely different lifestyles (he's a cool musician person and I'm a single mom with 3 kids) we somehow end up hanging out every few months or so and we always have a great drama-free time.

Last night we went and saw 2 bands I love.  Sold out show at the Crystal Ballroom.  While I haven't been to a whole heap of venues, Crystal is my current favorite.  We did the concert thing, waited in line FOREVER.  Stood on the muggy 100 degrees floor FOREVER. And waited and waited and waited for the show.  Both of us were soaked in sweat by the time it started and then it was crazy.

 I ended up in the pit at the front more than once, my feet and legs are beat to heck, and I helped a girl hold up her drunk best friend so she could clap to her favorite song.  Poor thing.

A couple video clips, but first, I don't even try to edit video so don't ask.  Not my medium.  Second.  Horizontal videos are not an option when you're being shoved around like that.  Sorry for vertical videos.

Lead singer for Foals. When it goes black that's definitely his butt floating over me.


(Yes I know, you can't even tell what was happening.  No one could.)


A slower one - my favorite song from Foals "Late Night"



 Then Cage the Elephant.  My sad attempt at holding the camera over my head while trying to not get knocked down.  I fall over at the end.

I stayed up there for awhile but was getting creeped on in the worst way by some old guy. (I know I'm in a pit and everyone touches everyone, but one can only handle so much dry-humping and inappropriate touching from a stranger during the slow moments) I was also covered head to toe in other peoples sweat, so I backed up on the craziness halfway through CTE set and sweet talked a bouncer into not one, but two bottles of water.  It had to be 110 degrees or more with 100% humidity up there.  Everyone was soaked all the way through.  AMAZING.





 I have a dozen more clips, most of them end with me getting plowed, but I'm not gonna try and edit them and make them all cool looking and I broke the holy rule of videography anyway and shot vertical on most of them. I'm gonna just stop.

My voice is gone, the adrenaline rush was INSANE.  I LOVE live music.  Seriously, amazing. 

We left, blasted some Wilco with the windows down and called it a night.

Good times.  Drama free times.  I could do with less drama in my life for real. Despite being soaked in other peoples sweat I felt refreshed.  Thanks Chase and the Dragon.

2 steps forward 1 step back

Doing the ash kicker was the most fun I've had in a long time.

We camped out the night before and stayed up way too late having girly conversations.

We kicked ash!

I am sore today.  Like I can barely move.  But I checked our stats a bit ago and found out I got second place for my age category.  I couldn't believe it.  

I'm so grateful for my friends.  I have a lot of good ones in my life and life would not be the same without them.  

But I took a step backwards this weekend and I'm a little disappointed in myself.

Last year was a rough one for me.  I made some bad choices involving men, alcohol and life and I determined this year was not going to be like last year.  

But I drank on an empty stomach post race yesterday.  I know better.  In fact I had planned on not drinking anything at all.  But the adrenaline rush and free beer were there and I tossed my resolution aside and threw back a not-so-cold one and some fireball.  

I was having a great time for most of the day.  Then somewhere post bacon-cheeseburger it turned on me.

I made an bit of an idiot out of myself.  I definitely puked on my friends tent.  

Thankfully I had a friend there that threw me over his shoulder, got me to a less public place of being sick, helped me get the vomit out of my hair and gave me some stomach calming sprite and saltines.  

I slept it off and amazingly woke up not hungover or sick, just a little bit of a growly stomach, no appetite, and a lot of embarassment.  

 I'm not made for the single party life at all.   I don't want to be a part of that type of lifestyle either.  It made me sad looking at my behavior.

I don't have an addictive relationship to alcohol.  But I do have a problem with feeling like I gotta go big or go home.

I don't get out much as a single mom with 3 kids.   I have full custody of my kids - my ex lost all visitation rights almost 4 years ago so I don't have the every other weekend thing that most divorcees seem to have.  I don't resent it at all, in fact I'm beyond grateful for it.  But the fact is, I don't get out much and when I do I tend to feel like I owe it to myself to live it up a bit. Which is why throwing back some beer and fireball sounded so great.   

I was never a big drinker.   I drank a few times when I was 18 and quickly realized party life wasn't my kinda life.   Then I married a person "in recovery" and so I supported his sobriety by not drinking.  From age 18 to 25 I only drank alcohol once.   Since then though I've had a love/hate relationship with alcohol.   Dealing with PTSD like I do can be a lot easier with a drink.   But the truth is this: there is not a single good thing that has ever come from me having alcohol.  Not that bad things come from it every time I drink, they don't, but on those occasional kid-free weekends where I feel the urge to live it up? There's a good chance I'll end up being an idiot. 

For the last few months my relationship with God had actually been more on track than it has been in a long time. I felt like I was taking good steps forward. Then I drank this weekend and felt like I lost all progress I had made over the last few months.

The communion message was given this morning as I sat there condemning myself for my mistakes.   He talked about Gods grace and it was exactly what I needed to hear.

This morning when I first woke up the condemning thoughts that attacked me were hellish at best.  "I'm a failure." "Why do I even try." "I'm never going to be okay." "Your kids deserve a better mom."

I needed to pull myself out of condemnation and discouragement.  

The message of Gods grace and love were so real to me today.   I needed to hear it.  I also needed hugs from my kids, and I got lots of those.   Olivia even gave me a much-needed back rub before going to bed tonight. 

Being really honest with myself here: I think alcohol and I need to break up.  If I could think of a benefit to drinking maybe I wouldn't say this, but I really can't think of one.  

 I'm not good at this single life thing.  I know getting myself out there is how I'm supposed to meet people and possibly end up in a relationship, but I'm not good at this.  I was made for relationship.  And while I am content where God has me right now, I'm realizing it's time for me to move forward and get out of this place I've been in for so long.  

Also.  This song.  I heard it for the first time a few weeks back and it totally moved me to tears.  Remembering that's Gods grace never runs dry? I have no words.  

http://youtu.be/qXqvJb_IGak

So I'm gonna pick myself up.  Focus on the amazing time I had this weekend before I had anything to drink.  Learn from my mistakes.  Cut the booze.  And keep on moving forward.  

God's Perception

My week hasn't been the easiest.

I kinda feel like a knife has been jabbed in me and twisted several times.  I've had to take a lot of deep breaths and try my hardest to keep my temper under control.  It hasn't been easy and a few angry words have escaped my mouth. 

God's perception of me is what matters.  And I'm trying so hard to remember that.  I should know that one by heart given the nonsense I've gone through in the past 4 years. 

 Yes. I do sometimes overhear the things people say about me behind my back.  There are a lot of people that support my children and I, an overwhelming amount of people actually, but there are those few that like to say crappy things about me and the choice I made to believe my kids and stick up for them.  Thick skin is a given.  I would rather have people throw dirt at me all day long and know that my kids are safe than the alternative - living with a sick secret for the sake of appearances.  I am not the woman that makes her life choices based on what looks good.  

After 4 years it's become almost easy to let that stuff roll off my back.  It's pretty black and white to me, I made the right choice and I've never doubted my decision. 

But this week was different.  This week it wasn't so black and white.  Getting hurt was a given.  Doubting my choices (not in regards to my kids of course, other stuff) and wondering if I really am doing okay in this life.  

In the end of it all I'm left with the realization that I have no control over how other's view me or feel about me.  I just don't.  I can say a million and one words, show love and kindness in every way I know how and be the nicest and sweetest person possible (or even be a total jerk), but I simply can't control another person's view of me or feelings towards me. 

Which is where I am left tonight.  Pulling out the knife.  Asking God to heal the wound.  Forgiving.  

Knowing that people pleasing is no way to live life.  Knowing that there is simply no way to please everyone anyways.   Knowing that I can stand my ground and still be loving.  Knowing that a person's perception of me, real or imagined, isn't God's perception of me. 

Reminding myself once again that it is only His view of me that is eternal and it is only Him that I serve.  

Gross cleaning stuff

So I posted a question the other day - which is worse? Cleaning out a dirty fridge, cleaning out the bottom of a trash can after something has leaked and fermented in it for 5 days, or cleaning a toilet that two young boys with poor aim regularly use.

It's been my busy season at work again and so I've fallen behind on most of my housework.  Not that my house was/is completely filthy.  It just needs a full day's cleaning and it will be fine.....I hope.   I haven't had a full day to do that in ages.  Does any mom ever have that?

I decided on my one day off to let my kids play and do whatever crazy stuff they wanted in the house, as long as it wasn't in the room I was cleaning so that I could try to get my kitchen and bathroom under control.  The kids really needed a regular old "stay home" day anyways.

My kitchen didn't really seem THAT dirty, the dishes were done and counters were tidy. But I knew I was a phony.  My garbage can and fridge were disgusting and several of my cabinets had food on the outside of them thanks to my 3 year old's little hands.  So I went crazy on my kitchen.  Scrubbing every square inch of my fridge and freezer, hand mopping the floor, wiping down every cabinet, cleaning out and getting rid of all the old condiments and spices that had accumulated and hosing out that nasty garbage can.

That can?  You can't spray hard enough to get the crap out of the bottom without the water splashing out the top and gravitating (naturally) towards your face no matter what direction you have the top of the can facing.  I got hit in the face with what I assume was scrambled egg?  The smell of rotten egg and garbage water made me gag. I almost tossed my cookies on my driveway right then and there.

I'm almost embarrassed to admit this - I had to make 4 trips to our big green trash can just from my kitchen.  Between the old and expired condiments, some old food in the fridge, some freezer burned stuff from the freezer, and the broken toaster, there was a serious amount of crap removed from the area.

My fridge pretty much sparkles now though it MAY be time for me to go grocery shopping.

And so does the rest of the kitchen.

Can you see any crumbs on this counter?  No.  Because there aren't any.

Meanwhile my kids got into a rousing game of hide and seek that I overheard but assumed they were being responsible since everyone seemed to be laughing and having a good time.

 I was wrong.

THIS is what my room now looks like.   (It was really rather clean before all this)

Hide and seek led to my daughter hiding in my closet and not just breaking my shoe rack but also knocking over half of the clothes I had hanging up onto the floor. That's all the knocked down clothes on the bed and dresser there.

Meanwhile, Tristen NEEDED a certain shirt and since his siblings didn't seem to know which shirt, THIS happened: 

Oh....and the bathroom. This is my bathroom counter pre-cleaning.

 I did get to it and the toilet after getting my kids to bed for the evening and now it's all sparkly and clean just like I like it.

I've come to accept that when life is busy it is just too much to hope for a completely clean house.  I have 2 sparkly clean rooms out of 6.  That is 1/3.  I'm batting over 300. Not bad right?

My conclusion at the end of the night?  The toilet was the least nasty.  My daughter has a weird thing for cleaning toilets that I don't understand and cleans our toilets whenever she feels like it.  It was probably only 4 or 5 days since its last good cleaning.

The fridge?  Being that Tristen had spilled apple juice (when trying to get it himself) over pretty much everything in my fridge a few days ago, it was all a toddlerified sticky mess to clean.  But really, there were just some leftover's to be tossed, some old condiments, and one moldy item.  Just one.  Kinda impressed with myself on that one.  All in all, not that bad.

The garbage can won this hands down.  Sick and wrong.  5 day old fermented dairy products splashing out and, despite my best efforts, hitting my face was just IT for me.  Gag city.  I wanted to quit right then and there.

So there you go.  I answered my own question. :-)