Mommy Monday: Boy Mom Grace

I am a boy mom. To these two cuties 

 This hit me hard over the weekend. 
 Maybe it was that my baby boy turned 12 weeks
or maybe it was part conviction 
from my summer book study over at GMG "Anything". 
 In a nutshell the book is about 
what are you willing to give up for God
 and how to dig deeper into your prayer life.

You might ask how the book could have anything to do with this realization. 
 Well in the book it talks about what are we willing to risk to follow Jesus...
what are we willing to give up. 
 After a week of digging into scripture and reading chapters it hit me...
one thing I have been holding onto is my desire to have more children, especially a little girl. 
 I have felt that if we had x number of kids and at least 1 little girl our family would be complete. 
 Well I realized that my ideals might not be in God's plan. 
 After my 3+ year struggle with secondary infertility where my desire for more children consumed me
 this type of peace overwhelmed me this weekend. 
 God has granted me peace and comfort in this area to which I am extremely thankful. 
 He has also granted me something else which is much needed for all moms 
but I think especially for boy moms...grace!

God has shown me grace in many areas of my life. 
 He has also given me an example of how to show grace to my boys. 
 The grace to show patience when Wyatt has just one more thing to say or ask
 ( those of you who know him personally can understand this is HUGE!) 
The grace to not yell when I step on a stray Lego for the 1,000th time
but to smile and remember one day all too soon he will grow up and I'll miss that 
(thanks God for using my soon to be 19 year old nephew to teach me that one). 
 And lastly the grace to appreciate laundry...
yes I said it laundry...
each time I do a load of the boys clothes I get a peek into their day...
from what they collected (in their pockets)
 to what they played (determined by what stains are present and where). 
 God's grace is amazing because he never loses his temper
 or gets frustrated with us...
unlike me because I'm sure at some point today 
I will not use the aforementioned grace 
and tell Wyatt to be quiet, 
wish that Waylon didn't have a blow out, 
or become frustrated because I step on a toy 
or have to pretreat stains yet again.

Until next time...


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