Messiness

Messy…this word is running through my brain this weekend. It’s been week of struggles.

Autism is full of big feelings, rampant emotions, and the inability to regulate yourself. My youngest is struggling in his autism lately. He’s probably learning and growing and getting ready to move to a new level of ability and when he is getting close to mastering something we often have a period of regression. We are in a full on regression period right now.

There is screaming, there is mess making of an epic level…he dumped an entire container of pancake mix on my dark sofa yesterday and on my birthday there was a bathtub mess of epic proportions that made me want to run away and hide. There are big feelings that make you exhausted and then the need for Mom to make it better so there are snuggles and struggles as he works through whatever this is. There are also struggles with sleep and he has been crawling in bed with me frequently and honestly I am not my best in the middle of the night so there are struggles with me being exhausted from lack of sleep and him struggling to stay asleep.

It’s also a week where I am struggling with being a single mom. As the lone parent for my boys I am dealing with the struggles that come with raising my boys. I am the person who calms them down, who loves them through and who is present for these moments of absolute epic chaos and emotion. The messiness makes me feel like a failure.

FAILURE is my big feeling…my messy space. I don’t like it, I don’t want it in my life and I see it as a monumental indication that I am not GOOD ENOUGH…that I am somehow defined solely by those things that I struggle and fight and don’t accomplish. I often feel like if I don’t do enough, if I don’t accomplish enough, if I don’t present myself as anything but perfect than people perceive me as a FAILURE.

I’m still trying to figure out where this has come from and why it is so deep rooted inside me. I was not brought up where I had to be perfect. I was a typical teenager with a messy room, lots of successes and failures and I was allowed to make mistakes…but I am also a pastor’s kid. Pastors are not perfect and neither are their families but somehow we tend to look on people who are in spiritual leadership as being “more godly” or “more perfect” than the average person and hold them to a standard that is not either healthy or desired. And while it’s not directly said there is a feeling of being held to a standard above the average standard that an average family at church would have to present or attain. Pastor’s should not be viewed as sinning or having sin in their homes…and yet we are Sinners who live in a fallen world just like everybody else…so I think that we need to realize that yes Pastor’s and their families are in places of leadership and view but that doesn’t mean that we need to expect more of them or have them be so much better than everyone else. You never know what passing comment or opinion will do to a developing psyche and what they will latch on too.

We also as parts of the Christian community hold the standards of the Proverbs 31 women in such high regard that we then place on Christian women this notion that if we are not doing everything that is described in that passage of the Bible to an epic level of perfection then we are not being a good Christian wife or Mom. This is not the point of that passage nor should it be. It’s been blown out of proportion and made to be something it shouldn’t be by too many people and I think it can do more harm than good sometimes. We also give men in the church a pass. Go into any Christian bookstore or do an Amazon search for Marriage books for Christian women and Marriage books for Christian men…women are the target audience and we are told that we have to strive harder and meet these goals in order for our marriages and lives to be successful and if we don’t than basically we are disappointing God. And we can easily translate that to failure.

One thing I am learning through the last few years is that there are people who can see past the messiness…and they are amazed at all the things that you are accomplishing and doing. Messiness is a smoke screen as it were…a crutch to keep people out and a way to hide from the bigger things and deeper issues. We were designed to be perfect…and yet we were given Free Will and man chose the messy. The messy keeps us from so many things…it scares us or makes us hide. I’m choosing to reveal my messiness…and the lessons and learning that I am gaining by peeling away these ideas and thoughts that trap me behind a wall of perceived perfection that makes me think that life could be easy. We don’t want to show our messes…we don’t want people to think less of us but in that messiness we are real and we show people that they are not the only ones who feel things deeply or struggle with things. God designed us for community and wants us to build relationships…first with Him and then with others. We are not designed to carry the burden alone but to help bear one another’s burdens as we walk along the path set before us.

So welcome to my messiness…I promise I’m working on cleaning stuff up but there is always a new mess or issue that I will be dealing with or trying to change. I’m human…I’m real…I’m messy.

45

Today is my birthday. I am 45 years old today.

45 seems so old, like I should be full of great wisdom and have a deep understanding of what life should be full of and a feeling of great accomplishment for all that I’ve learned. In the past when life spans were much shorter I would be probably be a grandparent and be considered one of the older generation in my community. But times have have changed and I’m now smack dab in the middle of life…and my 3rd child has reminded me that I am halfway to 90~!

So what does 45 look like as I analyze my life? In many ways 45 feels a lot like my 20’s. I’m in a period of change. I married young and was married for 21 years and now I’m not married anymore. I skipped the period of life when many figure out who they are as people, who embrace life as a singleton. I married at 22 and by the time I was 25 I had 2 small children so that period of time was filled with learning to be a mom, trying to be a loving and supportive wife, and I made lots of mistakes and grew up quickly in my 20’s. On the flip side here I am in my mid 40’s and I am figuring out how to be single again, to navigate parenting children with high medical needs and special needs as a Lone parent and I continue to juggle the needs of the many against the needs of the few. Add in adult children going through situations that are strangely parallel to my life and it has a weird Twilight Zone episode feeling.

45 seems like such a big number and it is…it’s longer than the the Israelites wandered in the desert. It’s a significant milestone on the road to 50 years married but its still weirdly young. I feel like I’m still growing and changing and blossoming. 45 is a period of new growth and a re-blooming if you will. The dead branches, the hurt areas, and the wounded parts of my life are getting pruned off and healing and I’m seeing new growth. Parts of my spirit and personality which I made small are being allowed to come out and shine. I’m rediscovering things I enjoy and not having to fit my square peg into a round hole is so freeing and scary at the same time. I’m learning what makes me tick and why I define things the way I do. I am recognizing that my VALUE and WORTH are not based on anything or anyone…I don’t have to do and be more than I am to be appreciated and valued. I am who God created me to be and I need to be just who I am and bring Glory and Honor to God. Its my responsibility to nurture and love my children, to grow and develop, to seek and learn and so…

45…lets do this…here we go…

Sweetness in the Sour

I’m sitting at the kitchen table looking out over the backyard. My younger two boys are playing with a neighborhood friend on our backyard trampoline. They are jumping, wrestling and using boxes to create a fort of some type. It’s a warm afternoon and I’m watching my kids be kids.

It’s a good reminder that there is sweetness in the everyday moments of my life.

Sunday’s are hard lately. I need the spiritual encouragement and to feed my soul. I enjoy going to church. I love to worship, since my divorce worship hits me in a whole different way than it did before I walked this deep valley of struggle. God has shown up in my broken places. He has shined a light and illuminated areas of my soul where I need to work, where I need Him to heal, where I feel things so very deeply. But autism strikes on Sunday’s. My youngest has been struggling on Sunday and I miss out on the parts of church that are sometimes needed the most. I’m very grateful for technology and that services are now on online as I can go back and fill in the places that I missed. There is a lot of Big feelings and when he’s in full meltdown mode it feels like its all too much. But people love me and they love my kids and they encourage and smile and invite us in. They find ways to encourage, to bring Hope to dark places and to make me feel like people see the struggle.

Having a child with special needs is hard when you are a parent. It’s even harder when you are the Lone parent. It’s chasing, its running, its screaming, it’s meltdowns, it’s feeling like the weight of the world is on your back and you can’t get up. But it’s also lots of special moments…its hugs, its little boys who fall asleep on you when they just need your presence, it’s special smiles and simple ways that they show you that they appreciate what you do. Its a lot of sour and bitter moments that make you want to run and hide away from the looks and feeling like you are not succeeding because its so hard but there is a sweetness with the sour. The love and appreciation that your child shows in those calm moments and when they truly need you most.

So I look for the sweetness in the sour, the sugar to make the bitter more palatable. The good in those moments when you are drowning and feel like nothing will every be okay ever again. And God finds me…he meets me in my sour places and he reminds me that He is Faithful, He is Good and He is going to make a way even when I can’t see it. He meets me with a text at just the right moment, a reminder that people love me, a hug from a friend, a smile from a stranger or just in those moments when it hurts to breathe and yet you still can…

God is good all the time…All the time God is good…and He meets us where we are…even when we don’t always see it.

Lone

aka…what I am feeling as I am now the only everyday parent to 2 boys with lots of challenges and needs…

I’m currently sitting in my kitchen on a work day. I don’t usually sit in my kitchen on a work day…I’m supposed to be at work. I was at work…and then I got the text on my phone that my child is sick. I hate those phone calls. So I let my boss know…and today its okay…they can get me out of my room easily and can figure out how to cover everything…that’s not always the case.

I’ve been thinking about the parenting dynamic of my life recently. Yes, I am a single Mom…have been since September 2020..I am the custodial parent…have been since the end of March 2021…but in reality I have been the LONE parent for the majority of my children’s lives…and I have been a parent for 21 years.

What does it mean to be the LONE parent? It means that I am the one who takes care and figures everything out in relation to the children. I am the one who has gone to every doctor’s appointment, every parent teacher conference, every meeting, every activity everything that I can possibly and physically make. Where is the other parent? Well, he comes when it suits him, when he can’t use something else as an excuse, when he’s well rested and not overly tired, or when his not coming and helping makes him look bad. I am fine with excusing things when you have scheduled things at work, when there is a genuine schedule conflict but there are times when you need to be much more available and step in and help.

I hate that I have to figure out everything…

I hate the thought that I can just let him know what’s going on instead of him taking an active interest in things.

I hate that there is always and excuse or reason for him to yet again not step up and help.

I’m tired of being told how HARD his visits are and that 3 hours is just a long time.

I’m tired of him not caring how HARD mothering HIS children is on ME.

These kids are 50% his DNA…he’s their dad. I didn’t make them myself…and they are boys so that is not in my genetic ability…and yet I am their safe place. I am their caregiver, I am the one they want to be around and who they look for when they are struggling and sad.

I hate the assumption that I will do it better because he doesn’t want or need to do more as long as he covers their medical costs(which are significant) and child support.

I hate the fact that he thinks that 3 hours every other weekend is giving me “a break”.

I HATE being the Lone parent…I would much rather Co-Parent…but right now…I don’t have that option.

However being a Lone Parent doesn’t mean that I am ALONE…

I am grateful for encouragement from others as I walk along this journey.

I am thankful for cards and notes from people who want to support me in tangible ways.

I am grateful for people who listen and encourage and give me hugs and tell me that they love me.

I am appreciative of those who step in and meet me where I am.

And I have a BIG GOD on my side who help to bear my burden and brings me encouragement and love. You never know how Strong you are until that is the only thing you have to be.

4 am

It’s 4 am and I’m awake…

I should be sleeping.

It’s 4 am and I am awake…I’m awake because of the stupid disease that affects my son. Type 1 Diabetes doesn’t have a time table. Alerts wake me up at night and it’s hard to go back to sleep.

It’s 4 am and I’m awake…I’m awake because autism effects sleep and little boys need their Mama’s in the middle of the night and Mom’s wake up and comfort and provide and then you can’t go back to sleep.

It’s 4 am and I’m awake…I’m awake because I can’t turn off my brain…I continue to wrap my mind around so many things…some good, some bad, some needed, some not needed, some wanted, some unsure.

It’s 4 am and I’m awake…I want to sleep…I need to sleep…I’m so tired.

I’m tired from doing everything that I have to do because it’s just me.

I’m tired because I’m divorced and single and I have to shoulder my load and figure out how to fit all the pieces that could be carried by another into my schedule and make it all happen.

I’m tired because I have small children and I work with small children and everyone has needs.

I’m tired because not all of my needs are getting met because there are only so many hours in the day and sometimes you have to push things to the side because there just isn’t time.

I’m tired because I’m wound of up so tight that it’s impossible to relax at times.

I’m tired because I overthink…because in the past if I didn’t and something happened the wrong way I would be scrambling and now I don’t know how to not overthink even when I don’t want to be overthinking…

I’m tired…and It’s 4 am…and I’m awake.

Being Broken

I wrote this several months ago…and I found it this morning in my journal…I’m sharing it here because I have been reading the Book of Job as a study and I’m reminded that I am more than the things I feel and the problems I face.

We use the verse out of context so often about God not giving us more than we can handle. God DOES give us More than we can Handle.  He DOES.  He absolutely will give us more than we can handle because it is only then when we absolutely are pushed to the point that we no longer can do anything about anything.  Its when the situation is hopeless and full of pain, agony and you no longer want to deal or process and you are so overwhelmed that we in our humanity, our stubbornness or pride will look to the heavens and say “ God I NEED YOU!”  

I NEED YOU…to carry this emotion because it is too heavy for me.

I NEED YOU…to hug me close like a Father and tell me that YOU are Near.

I NEED YOU…to bring some kind of calmness to the chaos of my soul.

I NEED YOU…to show me that you are the divine Keeper of all Things.

I NEED YOU…to bring to light all the things I can’t see.

I’m broken.

I’m frustrated and holding on to a layer of guilt that I have placed on myself from a situation that I initiated but didn’t want.

I’m angry with the person who I built my life around who views the family unit as only being important when he feels like it and can be condescending, mean and intimidating.  

I’m Tired of being made small in the eyes of someone who can’t do all the things that I do on a daily basis and complains that things are too HARD…when in reality they are not.

I’m irritated by the fact that when the reality of my life is brought forth people will judge me for not keeping my marriage together as if that is the worst possible sin in the world because God Hates Divorce.

I’m bothered by the fact that I feel that people will judge me when they learn that I am divorced or look down on me for not keeping my marriage together after 21 years…even though they do not live with me or see the change that was and is necessary when you and the person you committed to start treating each other in a toxic manner and only 1 of you is capable of change.

I’m struggling with boundaries and not being a pushover because I feel bad that things have ended and I will put others first and sometimes that is not what I should be doing.

I’m feeling like the Black sheep of the family…even though there is divorce, and other big sins around…mine must be so much worse because I am a failure.

That is the root of it…I’m broken and I’m a FAILURE.  I had one job…to stay married until Death Do Us Part…and he’s still alive and I’m not Married…so yeah…I’m broken.  I’m a mess and I need to figure out how to go from wallowing to thriving.

I’m spiraling…like water down the drain.  I’m pushing the world up like Atlas…only to see it fall.  I’m HUMAN.  

I’m HUMAN…I have faults, I have problems, I have struggles, I have challenges.  I’m NOT invincible, I’m not all knowing.

I AM….

A beloved child of God

A Daughter of the King

A Believer Saved by Grace

A mother of 4 great kids

A daughter of amazing parents

A teacher of the tiny people who think I am great.

A person who is worth knowing

Stuck

I’m feeling stuck today…

I’m stuck in a funk

I’m stuck in a rut

I’m stuck, I’m stuck, I’m stuck…

I hate this feeling…

I can’t get myself to accomplish anything…

I’ve tried…

I’m failing…

I”M STUCK!

Life is too Overwhelming…

I’m tired to being needed all the time…

I’m tired of having to shoulder the load…

I’m stuck

I have projects I need to finish

I have things I want to do but tonight

Tonight I’m Stuck.

Balancing Act

Being a full time single mom is challenging.

Being a full time working mom is challenging.

I’m struggling with balancing being my kids mom and doing what’s best for them with my feelings about my job and working.

I have 1 kid with definite Covid symptoms…I have 1 kid with no symptoms…

I have 2 kids home from school today…

Both kids have been tested.

We’re waiting for the results.

I hate waiting.

I’m trying to do the right thing and keep my kids away from other people so we don’t spread this stupid virus around…I’m so tired of this virus.

I’m frustrated because I am a hard worker and I hate having to miss and I know that my absence makes things at work all the more challenging and frustrating for my boss and coworkers.

But if I choose work over my kids I’m not being a responsible parent..and if I choose my kids over my work then I’m being a bad worker…and it’s a wagon wheel of guilt and blame and shifting and struggle…

BUT…

I will stay home and keep my kids away from others

I will work on things for work as much as I am able from a safe distance to protect my students

I will do what needs to be done and try to silence the unseen judgement and critics who I think are watching me..

Taking Care of Me

I’m learning how to take care of myself again.

For a long time I worried only about my kids and family and put myself last.

I’m learning that sometimes I have to put myself first.

It’s okay to do things that make me feel good or help me to relax.

Tonight I lit a candle in my room…just because I wanted to…I like the flicker and the glow…it makes me feel cozy.

I’m taking care of my skin…I haven’t done a mask in a long time…so I have one on my face and I’m enjoying the feel, sluffing off the bad and then moisturizing the good…I need to do this more often.

I’m enjoying the quiet…the peace, the relaxation of the moments when the children are in bed and the house is calm.

I’m going to bed early tonight…I need some extra sleep.

I’m taking care of me…and it feels good.

Letting Go

I have to let go of my guilt.

I have to let go of my shame.

I have to let go of the “what if”.

I have to let go of the expectations.

I have to let go of inadequacy.

I have to let go of the pain.

I don’t know how…

I’m struggling…

I’m feeling undervalued.

I’m feeling like a doormat.

I’m feeling blah and hurt.

I want to be valued.

I want to be appreciated.

I want to be more than I am.

I’m not finding the balance.

I’m not feeling joy.

I hate having to be strong all the time.

I want to be weaker.

I want someone to help.

I want someone to meet me where I am and pick up the slack.

I want what I don’t have and I need to get back to what I do have and do my best.

This process is Hard.