
So I stole a part of that title from
this blog - now that that is disclosed...I have been chewing on this post all week.
My boys, 2 and 4, are my delight. I love being their mom. Being a mom is really something I always dreamed of. I am so very thankful for the gift God has given me in both of them.
My boys, 2 and 4, are a lot of work.
As I reflected on the title "Velveteen Mom", I thought...that is so real.
Remind me of what Velveteen means?
The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive.
But the Skin Horse only smiled.
You want to know what struck me?
"That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept..."
How very often I feel like I break easily, have sharp edges and have to be carefully kept. This often will come in the form of...let me think...just trying to reflect and write this BLOG this morning. Yesterday I spent all day entertaining my boys with their friends and was "ON" from about 6:45 (because Stan let me "sleep in") until 12:00 (when Landon finally stopped getting up out of his bed). I felt like yesterday was fun for all, including me...
But this morning, I wanted to rest just a little bit in my OWN thoughts. Was that because I have to be "carefully kept?"
I sat at the table, coffee cup filled with perfect temperature coffee, both boys slept in this morning which automatically made for a more pleasant wake up time. Both boys with paint brushes in hand, Curious George on TV, had been fed and I believed I would be able to feed my soul, reading, "The Power of a Positive Mom" and having a devotional on that very book...
Well, if you are a mom, you know what is coming...
"I want another paper to paint", "I want cereal", screaming for a different color, I sneak to the restroom only to come back to the table to see the table cloth pulled off, broken water bowl shattered in the floor, markers everywhere and my now lukewarm coffee teetering on the edge of the table (along with my laptop).
Let's just say I was "sharp around the edges" at that point! I "broke easily".
Stan came downstairs and I asked my sweet husband for a retreat.
Here I am.
How can I be anything but real in my role as a mom?
I am broken, humbled by the lessons God has been teaching me since I became pregnant with Landon. That pregnancy that I prayed and prayed for was a scary time as I waited to find out if he would grow normally after finding an abnormality on his ultrasound.
The second time around we prayed and prayed for our Connor Douglas. What is beneath this mom who calls herself "mom of the year" jokingly when making fun treats with my kids and their friends. A mom who loves being a mom but it has not come easily.
We waited about the same amount of time for Connor as we did for Landon and were elated to find that we were pregnant after about 8 months of trying.
8 months? Some would say, that is not a big deal, esp. those who have tried longer and have had to resort to infertility treatments- some that have worked, some that have not. (I do not pretend to compare myself to those dear women.)
I am at month 11 now for trying for our third. Why do I write this publicly? Well, it is part of being real, it is part of my Velveteen mom story. 8 months x 2 for my first two, then add on 11 more months of waiting, grieving in my heart each month and keeping it to myself as I reflect and focus my gaze on the blessings God has given me.
It is hard to consider that I did "break easily, or was sharp around the edges" this morning when I am longing for another mess maker, patience tester, time taker... blessed refiner of the woman God is making me into daily.
So, am I real? I would say, yes in terms of my humanness, NO if I am comparing myself to the wise horse in the Velveteen rabbit story...I liken him to some of my heros and mentors in faith, I have a long way to go in that respect.
Does it hurt being real? Um yes.
Am I "Velveteen?" I would say, not yet.
Am I blessed? Most definitely.
Do I trust God's perfect timing? Most definitely.
Is it hard being real? You bet. But that. IS what God promised and his refinement of me into a "Velveteen mom" is the best gift I could hope for.