Mother’s Day Strike., #ironmommafail

It’s official. Ironmomma is going on strike. Here’s the story:

You know, I find it interesting how nobody posts many bad mother’s day news on social media. Hmm… still trying to just show the good, which is totally awesome and legit, we MUST focus on the good. Today, however, I noticed that sometimes when we think something we are doing is good- the results can be challenging and sad to say the least.

I woke up to the second chance at Mother’s Day for my kids (and husband). I say second chance because in Mexico (we are MexiCANs) Mother’s Day is always on May 10th. Then, in the USA (where we currently live) Mother’s Day is celebrated on the second Sunday of the month. So……there was plenty of time for my family to prepare for this superfabulous day right?!! WRONG.

This is the first time in 13 years that no one in my household remembered nor took the time or effort to write a note, pick a flower, make a craft etc. for Mother’s Day. NADA. Nothing. As a matter of fact, I don’t think it was intentional, they just forgot. Correct. Momma was taken for granted this Mother’s Day. Which got me to thinking that it is more often than not that ‘taken for granted’ has been happening.

Yes, just like I can take my God for granted when things are good and smooth, when I am flowing in His favor and life is great. I tend to forget to Praise him and thank Him for his goodness. I can forget to thank him for providing for me, for loving me unconditionally, for saving me and granting me the gift of freedom and eternal life. ~ Now…..I know that I am certainly NOT all that regarding my mother hood. But it seems society has made it to look like I should. The world tells me that as a mom I am supposed to (or at least should) be this Super Goddess that can fix and do anything, take care of everybody, never sleep and never get paid. All by myself. Really?!! NOT!! Might I say here that the famous Proverbs 31 woman had, here it comes…..SERVANTS? Yes, yes she did.

[b]A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still night;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her female servants.

And I am expected to do this all by myself?

You know, yesterday was like a bucket of ice cold water poured over my head for a silly but significant wake-up call that told me: I am NOT all that. I can tell myself that I am a Super Hero #ironmomma all I want because I work full time, am married (to a great guy by the way), have two successful and pretty cool kids, serve at my church, go to Crossfit, make breakfast lunch and dinner every night (well…almost every night), do the laundry, grocery shopping, send the bills on time, have two bible studies per week, make time to intentionally love and serve others, drive kids around town like a taxi driver, raise a puppy who has way to much energy etc. etc. etc. If I can DO all these things yet my children can’t remember to say Happy Mother’s DAY!! Or simply: good morning mom, how can I help you today? Thank you for xyz! Then what am I creating? AM I a bad Mother? What kind of Kingdom Kids am I raising? Ungrateful and unconsiderate and ……? I certainly believed that this mother’s day 2014…..

I found myself crying while in the shower (yes…#ironmomma cries….once in a while), crying because I was clearly a failure as a mom. At least that is where my thoughts went. I prayed and prayed and
asked God to help me STOP. THIS. CRYING. Because come on now, buckle up right? What is the big deal? It’s just one day and really just a Hallmark card marketing strategy?? Was there a Mother’s Day back in the first century? ;/ The reality is that what happened is that all sort of past hurts began to surface and all I believed at that moment is that I had failed as a mom. Past feelings of shame and ugly and that I am not enough came to visit my mind and set up camp for a while…. and the more I heard about how other moms were having a fabulous day being celebrated by their kids the more I wanted to
turn away and start crying again. Where does this sorrow come from?!!

I remembered my pastor’s words from a Women’s Event my church had a couple of days ago, when she mentioned that weak is strong. I am vulnerable. I am weak. My God is strong. She also spoke about obstacles creating opportunities. This ‘obstacle’ is now creating an opportunity for me to revisit some of my childrearing techniques. I will not love my children less, that is just not possible! I will however find new ways to set them up for success.

Ephesians 5 :15-17 tells us :

Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is.”

Yes, the days are evil, and so are my kids and so am I. BUT GOD IS GOOD. And so today, I choose to make the most of this opportunity. In my obedience to God, I will provide my children the opportunity to make their own lunches in the morning, wash, dry and fold their own laundry, pay for their cell phone service, appreciate the hard work it takes to have a good life, to serve, and to be responsible.

This morning went pretty well. I am not sure if a certain 9 yr. old found his uniform pants, or if a certain 13 yr. old took a lunch to school…but I am setting up some guardrails for a family life that can be a Godly success story. My failure is not my future. Out of the way satan!! His mercies are new EVERY DAY. Here we go again!! I will keep you posted on the events of the #ironmommastrike.