Hi I’m Charity! I’m a Northwest transplant to the state of Texas, wife, Boy Mom of 2 adorable and wild toddlers, with another boy on the way!
Recently I was told the coming arrival of my 3rd boy makes me a MOB Boss
Because apparently if you have only 2 boys you can’t know what being a part of the MOB is “really like.” Which made me feel validated and sort of terrified at the same time…like what does it mean that I don’t “really know” what its like to have boys until I have 3 or more…I mean I already know it’s a stinky, exhilarating and exhausting adventure…and by adventure I mean… everyday you are praying “Oh Jesus” just keep them alive one more day…and of course all sorts of other really spiritual meaningful things I can’t remember…but when its 7:45 am and no one has had their orange juice and you find your 20 month old with their mouth wrapped around the hand santizier pump and you have no idea how long he’s been there or how much he’s ingested…. “Oh Jesus, keep them alive just one more day” feels like a very Holy, meaningful prayer.
So this is the part where I am supposed to wow you with my wit, accomplishments and general charming outlook on life…but here’s the thing…
The real honest thing….
The last time I was asked for my accomplishments, my vitae, my accolades, – I was about to speak to a room of about 50 Moms at my church. And my mind went blank… completely blank…all I could remember was that I woke up to a 20 month old who vomited and somehow I managed to get us all there early, and I had showered within the previous 24 hour time period, and yes my hair was dry but I had not had time to straighten it (see above about toddler vomit) and I was feeling a little insecure about the rising amount of frizz I was catching in my periphery vision…but I was there, my boys were alive, I was in my first trimester of my hardest pregnancy taking a comatose cocktail of progesterone and diclegis twice a day…and I was awake…with fairly legible notes in my hand…and oh crowning achievement of the day “lipstick, I have lipstick on!” Surely this was an accolade worth noting…because to be honest I have achieved higher education degrees and worked professionally in boring and hard and weird jobs…but 4 years into the Mommy gig…the accomplishment coming to memory…was lipstick…I have lipstick on – because this Mommy thing is hard and beautiful…it has felt harder than any class, any job or any season I have ever been in.
So that morning I was introduced as “Charity, wife, mom of 3 boys, with lipstick on” – (If only I had known about the MOB boss title then to beef up my intro)
And you know what, I was ok with that – humbling and awkward as it was…because this Mommy thing is hard and beautiful…
And I am up everyday doing this hard thing…
You, reader are made to do hard things…
It may be your hard thing is being a Mommy, it may be that advanced degree you are pursueing at night while you work full time. Your hard thing may be the loss your walking through, your dream that died, your longing to be married, your relationship that ended and left you heartbroken. You may have experienced betrayal and death and depression…I don’t know what your hard thing is…It may be choosing to get up everyday and keep going…and I get that, I have been there….I am there many, many days.
So today just know…this is a blog that will hopefully make you laugh, even cry all the cliché things we long for because we’re human and I think we love to hear in the messiness of life there is beauty to be uncovered, there is a hope worth knowing and there is a destiny we are made for.
You are made for greatness. I can’t tell you what that is, but I know where it starts. It starts in knowing Jesus. That is what this blog is about.
Jesus is the kindest, strongest and wisest place I know – to go with every struggle, every hurt, every dream. When we know Him more and more everyday there is a hope worth living for.
So here we go…here’s to knowing the Hope worth living for…in the messiness, in the beauty…in the vomit…on the days when all you can say is “I’m here and I’ve got my lipstick on.”