Hi, I'm Tina.
I'm a I was born and raised in Minnesota, but have since moved all over the place with my husband's job(s). Along the way, we've had three handsome boys.
Fortunately for us, the boys are always well-behaved. We never need to raise our voices or reprimand them for anything. They get along and share their LEGOs like champs. It really is quite amazing that I can just peacefully watch them play while I sip my steaming hot coffee...
If this describes you, go away. We don't want you here.
The Lord has truly blessed us by sending us three boys. Strangers often lament that I somehow drew the short straw by getting three of the same gender. I smile politely and give a half-hearted laugh, but inside, I'm thankful for what I have.
I wouldn't have it any other way! Sure, they are rambunctious and loud and have no concept of hot coffee. At the end of the day, though, we sit on the milk-stained couch and thank God for his amazing love and sovereign plan of giving us three handsome men to raise.
I wrote this post especially for the mom who looks in the mirror and doesn't see the mom they want to see. It really sets the tone for the rest of this blog. I trust you will find encouragement from it.
Let’s get things out of the way before we dive in. Real life is not Facebook. Real life is waking up in the middle of the night to change wet sheets–twice. Real life gives you a gold star for getting out of pajama pants into yoga pants. Real life hides toys in the toilet tank and shoves cucumbers in the toaster. That’s what real life is.
Here are a few photos of my ‘real life’.
See, life isn’t always wrapped up with a bow on top. It’s hard, it’s lonely. Some days you wake up with a motivation to get things done until you get out of bed and face the day. No matter how hard you try, that motivation seems meaningless. Nothing works. The room that was clean when you went to bed now is covered in baby powder and cheerios. The sink is still full and the kids don’t have clean spoons for their yogurt.
You get to lunch time, and you feel like nothing productive happened. All you want to do is take a nap, but if you do that, you’ll fall further behind and feel even worse about yourself. You should really work out to shed that baby weight, but you’ve been working out all morning to keep the kids alive. Is it even worth it?
This isn’t me complaining about how hard I have it. This is me telling you I understand where you are. Don’t believe the lies you tell yourself. You are strong. You are up to the task of mom-hood.