When you share a story of struggle with a friend do they ever respond with, “I’ll say a prayer for you.”? Do you ever wonder if they really do say a prayer?
I often ponder this. Sometimes I think, Don’t tell me you’re going to say a prayer if you’re not really going to say it. Then I started thinking maybe they don’t think I actually say a prayer if I promise to keep them in my prayers.
But I do. I really do.
If I’m having a conversation with someone, perhaps via text, and I write, “I’ll say a prayer for you,” I literally pause whatever it is I am doing and say a prayer for that particular person.
If someone asks for prayers over Facebook, I don’t scroll on by. I pause and say a prayer for him or her.
If I can *waste* time watching a funny cat video someone shared, then I most certainly have time to pause for prayer for a friend in need.
How many of us actually do that? Do my friends do that for me? I used to throw out the phrase, “I’ll say a prayer…” and then had the best intentions on doing so later in the day, but let’s be real: my day would get busy, my mind would get busy, and a lot of the time I would end up forgetting to pray for whomever I said I’d pray for. Sound familiar?
I realized this was happening frequently so I decided that whenever I told someone I would pray for them, I would. Right there, in that moment.
I challenge you to do the same. No doubt our lives are busy and chaotic, but anyone can take sixty seconds to pray for a friend in need. If you are not in the right frame of mind to say a prayer in that exact moment, then write the person’s name down where you know you’re going to see it before you lay your head down for bed.
And if prayer isn’t a part of your life, at least stop to send them good vibes. Every bit of positivity is powerful.
When I tell a friend I will pray for them, I feel like not only am I making a promise to them, but a promise to God, as well.
I pray all my loyal friends, family, and followers have a safe and blessed Thanksgiving.
I really do.
My little Adelaide is six months old! Say it isn’t so! A whole half a year–WTF?! Seriously. It’s too much for this momma…
Adelaide is such a laid-back baby. I guess she doesn’t really have a choice, being the second child. She basically follows along whatever her big sister’s plans are, and is happy to do it. (Although I cringe every time I have to wake her up from a nap to pick Emmalyn up from school.)
There have been many “firsts” over the last six months:
-Trip to the library
-Three trips to Disney
-Rode It’s a Small World (twice!)
-Fireworks on The 4th of July
-Met tons of family
-Ballet class with mommy
-Science Center, Children’s Museum, & Aquarium
-Kid Zone at the gym
-Traveled to: Orlando, Tallahassee, Tampa, Satellite Beach
-Toes in the sand
-Met the Blue Angels
-Halloween (you were Anna from Frozen)
-Sat up in a shopping cart
-Swinging in a swing
Whew! That’s a lot for a little baby!
Adelaide’s first food was an avocado, just a few days ago. I love the faces babies make when trying food for the first time. I’ve let her little baby gums gnaw on a tangerine and celery stick. She has sucked on a watermelon and apple, and has tried a banana. I haven’t pushed food yet because she isn’t quite sitting up by herself.
We are still exclusively nursing, and to be quite honest, it amazes me that we still are. Six months was my “long-term” nursing goal. Back at the three-week mark, six months seemed like a lifetime away. Now that we are here, I don’t have any urge to stop. I am just going to follow Adelaide’s cues.
I am having so much fun with Adelaide! She is delightful 95% of the time. She loves getting a bath, letting the water trickle down her face, and laughs hysterically when people make funny faces and noises. The only time she cries is if she’s hungry, wet, or overly tired. She is very easy to bring with me wherever I go. She is still waking up a few times a night, but at least she goes right back to sleep after nursing. I look forward to the day that we are both sleeping through the night, but I know this is only a short phase in the long-run.
My favorite part about having another baby is seeing the interaction between my two daughters. Emmalyn is obsessed with Adelaide, and Adelaide just admires her big sister. Emmalyn loves to hold and make her laugh, and it melts my heart every time. I wish I had a permanent videographer following me around to capture these precious moments for me!
Six months has gone by way too fast. I know it sounds cliché, but it’s the truth. Adelaide makes me so happy, and I can barely remember life before her. She’s a blessing to our family, and I love her so much!
You are four years old.
I am in awe of the little girl you’re growing into.
My favorite moment over the last year has been watching you become a big sister to Adelaide. You jumped into your new role seamlessly, as if you were always meant to be a big sister. Sure, there have been trying times, where you poke her in the ear or pull her socks off. But mostly you just love too hard. You squeeze her with hugs and suffocate her with kisses, but I know it’s because you love her so much. I know this because nearly everyday you make up songs about loving her “sooooo much!” She is quite lucky to have you–to look up to you, always, for life.
Three was both fun and difficult. It was trying because you learned how to push my buttons and polished your tantrum skills. There are things you did and said that I never imagined my own child saying. But you served me up some fresh humble pie and taught me to never judge another yelling mom at Disney. I’m excited to see what interests you develop over the next year. Right now it’s pretty clear you don’t like soccer, but love gymnastics and dance. You love putting on nightly dance recitals before bed for Daddy, Adelaide, and me, and it warms my heart every time.
You are super girly and say things like, “Shirts are ugly. Dresses are beautiful.” I swear I didn’t push you to be stereotypically girly. It’s all you, baby. You had your mind set on a Frozen Tea Party for your fourth birthday party with your girlfriends (and best boy friend) and there was no stopping you! You do jump on opportunities to get dirt under your nails, too, though!
You have gotten super close to your daddy over the last several months, and it’s incredible to watch. At such a young age you already exude kindness towards others, and make me laugh multiple times a day, every day.
I know without a doubt you were born into this world to make me a better person. Before I had you, I was repeatedly stressing over small stuff; I could never just “go with the flow”. But you have put things into perspective for me. You have made me realize that dirty dishes and laundry rank very low on the To-Do list when there are much more important things like saving the princess from the scary dragon in the castle.
Yesterday you told me, “Mama, you’re a good teacher for teaching me.” Emmalyn, I know it’s the other way around.
I love you so much, sweet angel baby. More than you’ll ever know…
Have the happiest fourth birthday!
It was the day after Halloween. I kissed my husband goodbye as he left me to deal with two kiddos who had just been out Trick-or-Treating and full on candy. He was going away for the weekend–about two hours west, to participate in his monthly Navy Reserve drill weekend, like he had for one weekend a month, two weeks a year, for the last eight years.
If you would have told me five months ago I would be nursing my baby in the middle of ballet class, I would have thought you were a crazy person!
Five months ago I was struggling so much with breastfeeding. Every other day I wanted to quit. Practically every other day I was visiting my lactation nurse. I was constantly text messaging friends for support. I was telling my husband, “Don’t let me give up!”
And look at me now:
It brings a whole new meaning to “The Boobie Barre”!
I also didn’t think I would be getting back into dance at three months postpartum. But I did it! I was determined to stick to my mantra of “just get moving!” I’m so thankful that my ballet class allows me to wear Adelaide, and bring Emmalyn. This class is something I look forward to each and every week. Sometimes I am super stressed leading up to it (…Emmalyn doesn’t want to get her shoes on, I accidentally take a wrong turn and end up on the interstate, Adelaide’s crying, etc., etc.) BUT I leave it all on the dance floor!
I couldn’t do the class without the amazing women and teacher who help and support me each week. They help me schlep my
entire house baby stuff into the studio, and hold Adelaide while I do pirouettes across the floor.
Oh! I could easily make excuses for not going. I could easily say: “It’s just too much work… It’s too far of a drive… I’m too tired…” because let’s face it–all the latter are completely true.
But it’s so worth it.
The hour-and-a-half my feet glide across the dance floor is therapy to me. It’s hot and sweaty therapy! For that hour-and-a-half I get to be me.
I never foresaw nursing my baby at the ballet barre in my future. But looking down at her sweet cherub face, catching her smiling at me mid-plies, is quite magical. Sharing my passion with my littlest one is special and unique, and well–just magical.
Five months ago I would have thought you were crazy for saying this was in my future.
And now? I’m the crazy person.
And I love it!
P.S. Do you think So You Think You Can Dance will add another genre of dance next season called Boobie Ballet? 😉
*TELL ME: What do you like to do for exercise post-babies? What *excuses* are holding you back? I encourage you do go after what you want–and make it happen! You are way more capable than you think!
There were a lot of names we threw around before deciding on “Adelaide”. As a little girl I was constantly writing down baby names in a journal. It hasn’t stopped since I’ve become an adult. It’s funny how “Emmalyn” was never on my “baby name list” growing up. I actually thought I would name my first girl, Halle, and calling her “Hal”. (I was slightly obsessed with Lindsay Lohan’s version of The Parent Trap.) Emmalyn was ‘almost’ Olivia, a name I completely adored, but was too popular for us at the time. Also, I find it interesting that none of Emmalyn’s ‘almosts’ showed up on Adelaide’s potential name list. It’s funny how things change.