What I know, what I wish I knew

I'm not even going to hide the fact that my toilet is dirty. That's how we roll in my house. My Smalls was "going" and I gave him privacy only to hear, "Mommmmmyyyyyy, my boooook is in the toy-yet!!!" That's life!

I’m not even going to hide the fact that my toilet is dirty. That’s how we roll in my house. My Smalls was “going” and I gave him privacy only to hear, “Mommmmmyyyyyy, my boooook is in the toy-yet!!!” That’s life. Life is messy!

Y’all, I am a hot mess. Literally. I am hot all the time (if you know me in ‘real life’, you know) and I am literal mess. I’ve either got someone’s food smeared on me or someone’s pee saturating my clothes. Like everyday. And I re-wear clothes. Like all week long. The same clothes. It’s gross. I’m gross. And when I go to bed at night, I haven’t always had a #Mommywin day. Some days are really hard. Most days, actually. But I learn from them. Mostly.

I’ve learned a LOT in my almost four and a half years of being a Mommy. Probably more in that time than all the rest of my life put together. And I’m still learning. I don’t think one stops learning.

I’ve learned that not every day is perfect. That I’m not perfect. And my kids aren’t either. Although fearfully and wonderfully made, they are professional mistake makers. That’s what they do. They will learn. And continue to mess up. Just like me. I, too, am fearfully and wonderfully made, and I am messing up daily.

And that’s okay. I’m learning that it’s okay to mess up. Kids, in general, are incredibly forgiving. When I have a bad day, we start over in the morning. While that is hard when you are still wounded by things they say and do, it is a blessing when you’ve had a crummy day as a parent. Something we should remember and practice, ourselves. Likewise, God’s mercies are new each morning. Remember, He made us out of dust. He wants to love and protect what He’s carefully made. He, too, lets us start new.

“Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning.” – Lamentations 3:23

I’ve learned the value of fellow Mommy friends. During my first year as a parent, I was pretty isolated. I didn’t know many other Moms nor did I venture out much. Target was my outing of choice (still is HA!). When my Bigs was almost one, I joined a kids’ gym, and met my first group of Mom friends. It changed my whole life. It took me out of my comfort zone. I finally had people that understood my daily struggle! Then I joined a Mom group in my church and my friend groups, faith, and fellowship grew even more. I am constantly meeting new friends through both of these groups and am so blessed by each Mom that I meet. Each one has something new to teach me. And I am hungry to learn. To soak up those bits of knowledge that have been imparted to me.

“As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.” – Proverbs 27:17

I’ve learned that it’s okay to let your child fail sometimes. It’s so hard, as a parent, to sit back and watch your child hurt. And it’s equally hard, as an extremely Type A personality, to watch my child do something “wrong”. I’m learning that it might only be “wrong” to me. My boys have taught me (without trying) that there are more solutions and different ways of looking at things.

“Train child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.” – Proverbs 22:6

I’ve learned the value of community. Accepting the help or advice from my fellow parents has been such a valuable lesson for me. Surrounding my children with strong and faithful families has not only strengthened my own faith, but my children’s (without them knowing).

“Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.” – 1 John 4:11

“How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity!” – Psalm 133:1

I am learning patience. Apparently, I was not born with it and didn’t develop it very well, despite thinking that I wasn’t THAT much of an impatient person, prior to having children. It’s a struggle, y’all. Oh, the struggle!

“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.” – Ephesians 4:2

“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.” – Romans 12:12

“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” – Galatians 6:9

I am learning to let go. There are so many things that I could hold on to, that just don’t need be be held on to. And to let go of the control I keep trying to have over all the details of my life. My God is huge, my God is awesome, and my God is in control.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.” – Proverbs 3:5-6

“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” – Jeremiah 29:11

As always, I am a HUGE work in progress. Every day, in some way, I’m learning something new, about myself, about Motherhood, and I’m asking forgiveness for my mess-ups, which are frequent. I am not perfect, nor do I want to be. I just want to be the Mom God made me to be.

Many blessings,

Kristin

Happy 1 Year Blogiversary to Sprinkles in my Lunchbox!

On October 19th, I had my one-year blog anniversary. It was monumental. I went to church, and then came home for lunch and a nap, and then went to a birthday party at Chuck E Cheese. Okay, truth be told, it slipped my mind. Until I remembered one day later. When thinking a while back about what I’d do when I hit the “big 1”, I had big plans to bake a cake, but you know what they say about best laid plans! But not to worry, I’ll be making something yummy (for a bake-off!) this upcoming weekend. Wish me luck! 😉 [I think we are ALL going to be winners because we are all eating dessert after dessert after dessert]

This last year blogging has been such a wonderful journey for me. It’s gone by so quickly too! I had thought about blogging for a long time before actually taking the plunge. It’s a big decision, putting yourself out there. It makes you vulnerable. It’s a commitment to be open and honest. I’m so glad I made that decision one year ago. It’s given me a way to put my personal puzzle pieces together, to share my thoughts, and to share with you the results of my seemingly only tangible talent. I’ve been able to connect with so many people, near and far, known and new. I can’t wait to see where this blog takes me in the future. And I’m so thankful for all of you, who have supported me, shared my blog with others, tried my ideas or recipes, and read my thoughts, without judgment. For without you, this would be a party of one. 😀

Please “like” my Sprinkles Facebook page!

http://www.facebook.com/SprinklesinmyLunchbox

THANK YOU!

Blessings,

Kristin

Ain’t “nuttin'” but a PB thang, baby!

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Soooo, it looks like we missed National Peanut Butter Day by quite a while, which was on January 24th this year. November, however, is National Peanut Month, so maybe I’m early! Yes, that’s it. I’m early. Did you know that it takes 550 peanuts to make a 12 ounce jar of peanut butter? That fact makes each of those spoon-fulls that pass my lips seem a little bit more precious!

We eat a TON of peanut butter in my house (and elsewhere). I am very thankful that we have no aversions to it. It seems that we would be lost without it. We eat it at least once a day – on toast, on sandwiches, in desserts, with apples, with carrots, on a spoon, on fingers….

In preparation for an upcoming playdate, I made peanut butter cookies (and cupcakes, but we’ll save those for another day). I adore how “old fashioned” they look, with the fork marks on them. This particular version is both gluten and dairy free. I’ve made them before with this recipe and they always come out beautifully.

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They are soft, but with a little chew to them, just as they should be. They are rich with peanut butter flavor. They’d be delicious if you used crunchy peanut butter (I only had creamy). You could also add chocolate chips. Or you could keep them just as they are…perfect, soft, yet crumbly, reminiscent of a bakery peanut butter cookie.

Make them. You won’t be disappointed!

http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/recipe/gluten-free-peanut-butter-cookies

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Blessings,

Kristin

 

One of these things is not like the other!

Remember that song from Sesame Street?

One of these is not like the other

When I went into my bathroom last night to take out my contacts and wash my face, I saw something that seemed both out of place and right at home to me. Amongst all my face washes and astringents, contact case and cleaner, soaps and scrubs, right next to my jewelery box, was one of my sons’ little Army Men, just sitting, paused, ready for battle, should I engage him.

It made me giggle, not only because it was funny to me, but also because another friend posted on Facebook that very day about the trail of things her own kids leave behind.

A LOT of the things the kids leave behind in a trail get in the way and can be and are annoying – shoes not put back in their correct places, toys pulled out so that my house looks like a Toys R Us threw up in it, stickers that have lost their stick on shirts and skin, but for some reason stick really well to my wood floors, dried up drips of food and drink peppering that same floor, crumbs that would make Hansel and Gretel (my inspiration behind the name for my dog, Gretl – because I would name my dog after a girl who went to a candy house) proud, enough books to fill a library and a huge bookcase, but aren’t in that bookcase and instead are in every room on the floors, pages from books that Smalls has ripped out (we are working on respecting literature), little, tiny footprints from little, tiny, wet feet, fresh out of the bath, little things that should be chucked in the bin but aren’t because they are tiny, special, little treasures to my Bigs and Smalls. These are the things that are littering my floor. Does the OCD side of me want my china cabinet to have pristine, crystal clear, fingerprint-free glass? Yes. But the Mommy side of me always wants those little prints there, and on my front windows, and in the dirt on my truck. And all those things that have taken over my home… I will miss. When they aren’t there, I will want them back. I will look very fondly on these days. I want to keep those reminders of my two precious blessings, those memories forever.

So while I’d love to someday have a house that looks like it belongs on the pages of Southern Living, I’m going to tuck that dream away for a little while. For now, I’d love nothing more than a house that looks and feels like there are two very loved boys living and thriving inside of it.

Life is so very precious. Moments come and go so quickly. The days of having your small children at home are so short compared to a full life. I am going to enjoy them, embrace them, and welcome them.

Blessings,

Kristin

A Lap Lesson

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Last night, my youngest son Smalls had a lot of trouble getting to sleep. He’s usually out within 20 minutes tops. Last night, it took him maybe an hour and a half. I am not sure what is ailing him, although he’s got a teeny weeny tooth coming in. It could be that. Or whatever else ails 20 month olds. He would be crying and whining, and I’d go in to check on him. The second I’d walk next to his crib, my hands resting on his chest, he’d stop crying. The second I’d leave, he’d start back up again. I finally decided to rock him in the 100 year old rocking chair my Grandmother’s Mom rocked her in. He clutched his Koko (a lovey) and his Baba (his word for “brother”, and a word he calls his blankie, the same kind his older brother has) tightly, and just stared into my eyes, our souls connected, as we sat in a comfortable silence. I smiled at him and he started giggling. We had a silly moment. I asked him if he was ready to be put back in bed and he said, “Rock!” (a word I didn’t even know he had in his vocabulary). It filled overflowed my heart. After more rocking, I offered to put him back in bed and he agreed, “Bed!”.  After I gently placed him in his crib and walked out, he starting crying again. We went through this several times until he tuckered himself out.

To be needed by your child is one of the greatest feelings, and to be able to fulfill your child’s needs is an even better feeling. My oldest son, who is almost 4, has never been a snuggler. I cherish the moments where he asks to be rocked because they are so few and far between. Although, he is not one to really need that lap time, I hope to alway be able to provide “Mama’s Lap” to him, no matter how old he is. And I hope my little one never stops needing to cuddle withe me.

I want to be there, not only emotionally, financially, and with general aid, but physically for my two precious boys. I want to always be able to provide that lap. And I strive to be a Biblical Mother and example to my sons.

My beautiful friend Corin is a blogger, a published author, and a great friend to me. She is also a busy, sweet Mommy to three kids. She just wrote a blog post titled, “A Place in Mama’s Lap”. My references to a “Mama’s Lap” are from her blog post. Please check out her blog and that post in particular. It really touched my heart, as do so many of her posts. It is so encouraging to me, as a Mother and as a woman.

http://www.corinhughs.com/family/2014/04/07/place-mamas-lap/

Kristin