The Hardest Job Ever

I posted today on Facebook about how being a stay at home mom is the hardest job ever. How for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm failing. I just found the need to expound on this and so here I am!
 
I have been working since I was 16. When I was in college, I had 3 part time jobs. I have always been a good, dare I say great, employee. I have a good work ethic. When I was in the workplace, I worked hard and did a good job. I would get frustrated at times, of course. I would want to slack off at times, of course. But I always did the best I could. Sometimes I was rewarded, sometimes I wasn't. But that didn't deter me because I knew it was the right thing. I was proud of my work habits. I felt good about getting things accomplished. I like checklists and more importantly, checking off the things on those lists.

But these things do not translate to being at home. The house is always a mess. One or more of the kids always need something. There is way too much to do and not enough time to do it. Laundry, dishes, homework, housework. Sometimes I feel like my house is actually swallowing me up! And I have absolutely NO energy. I always have good intentions but they rarely become actual deeds. And don't even get me started on the organization. I love organization. I want and need to be organized so badly, but it's not happening. I'm drowning in a sea of clothes and papers and toys. And there are so many good ideas out there, sometimes I get overwhelmed just by the pure amount of them! I let Elijah watch too much TV and do not do enough projects or papers with him. I'm not really the creative type and yes again, there are way too many ideas out there. I don't like to take the kids out a lot because it's tiring, cost too much money but mostly because I like being home. I think I romanticized the idea of staying home. I thought, think of the time I'll have to do things! I will get so much accomplished in the house! Ha! I can only laugh at that now. The grasser is always greener...as they say.

I guess I'm still transitioning from the work world to this new world of chaos and confusion. It's overwhelming. There are so many lessons I feel I need to learn during this time. I'm used to being good at what I do. But I don't feel like I'm very good at this. And so this is the most humbling experience I have ever had. Bingo! Maybe that is the first lesson God is trying to teach me, humility. And it's hard. Some days I think about giving up and just going back back to work. Because that is easy and comfortable. But then some days, I feel like I need this challenge and I will overcome. I do feel like God is really working hard on me right now. He doesn't want me to take the easy way out. He wants me to go through this, He NEEDS me to go through this. So that I can be a better person, mother and wife in the end.

The Death of a Family

Many days we spent together
As we were growing up
There were times nothing was better
Than to share the family cup

So much laughter and a few tears
And yet we always knew
The love we felt through the years
Must be tried and true

Well time has taken a nasty toll
What happened to us all?
It seems we all forgot our roll
And one by one we fall

Bitterness and anger took over
And we gave up the fight
And now it seems we're no where closer
To put the pieces back right

Pain and loss surround us all
And hope is surely gone
No matter how loud we call
We are truly all alone

As my heart reflects all this
I am shaken to my core
For all the things that I do miss
What was it all for?

Grief and loss is what I feel
There's nothing to be done
But accept what's truly real
That all we know is gone

Strength and Independence

Being strong and independent is not always a good thing. And needing others is sometimes good...and necessary. When I was younger, my dad nicknamed me "independent Jenn". At that time, I always thought of it as a compliment. "Wow, isn't it so great to be so independent? I can do what I want and I don't need anyone else. I am so grown up." I always wanted to be doing my own thing, going my own way, grow up too fast. Now when I think of the name, I am almost ashamed.

Yes, it's true that there is a degree of strength and independence one needs in order to live life successfully. Otherwise, no one would leave their childhood house, go to college or move away to a new city.  But when others look at you and say, "Oh, she is fine, she doesn't need anyone. She's got it all under control", then you are truly on your own. There will be no offers to do this or that. No one will think to see how you are doing, because you are, of course, are fine. The loneliness I tend to feel is not everyone else's fault. It's mostly my own fault. If I make others think that I am strong and can handle anything, they will not give me a second thought. And can you blame them? Why waste time on someone who doesn't need it. But the truth is, I am as vulnerable and needy as everyone else. I just try to hide it. I have always felt that these things make me weak. I also do not want to have to rely on anyone else because I am sure I will be disappointed. The problem with this is that I am the one missing out. I am missing out on closeness and friendships. Of course, there are a few people in my life that I know I can count on and they will be there for me no matter what. But there is a reason my email is mostly spam and the only people that call my phone are those that want money.

Admitedly, building friendships is not something I am good at. I have so many shortfalls. I have a hard time asking people for help. I have a hard time being vulnerable. I don't want to be perceived as weak. I have a hard time seeing needs of people right in front of me. I am stubborn, hardened, prideful. And I ashamed of all these things. So tonight I am praying for change in my life. Because ultimately, God is the only one who can change me.

My thoughts on American Idol last night

I don't really know why I want to write this but it's on my mind and I want to get into the habit of writing blogs so here it goes...

Last night, Jessica Sanchez, who is considered one of the front runners and is a great singer, almost got sent home from American Idol. It was a "shocker" to most people. But after thinking about it, here are three reasons I think this happened.

1. Confidence or Arrogance? - Jessica did herself no favors by telling the audience that she has an alter ego, bb chez. It made her seem arrogant and like she thinks she's all that before she is even famous. There is a fine line between confidence and arrogance and once you cross it on American Idol, it's hard to go back. America does not forgive easily.

2. Voting - Though they may be watching, most boys/men are not actually voting. But most girls/women are. So of course they are going to vote for the cute guys. And come on, let's admit it, both Phillip and Colton are such cutie pie's! I have only voted once this season so far and it was for both these guys and Elise. Though she has a great voice and talent, Jessica just doesn't really appeal to me overall.

3. Song Choice - She picked an unknown song from an unknown artist to sing. I didn't know the song or the artist. So I had to look up Jazmine what's her name on wikipedia. I didn't really learn anything except that she hasn't done much and she spells her name with a z. She should have picked something known and current.

Now, a couple last thoughts...though Phillip and Colton are not the technically best singers, there is just something about each of them.

Colton has grown on me each week. Out of all the contestants, the music he will make after Idol will probably appeal to me most as a Christian rock/alternative artist. He also has a good niche - young christian girls. They like to vote.

What can I say about Phillip? I have loved him from the start. Just something about him when he is on that stage. Even before I watched last nights show, I thought, "I think I might be over Phillip" but as soon as he got on that stage and starting singing, I knew I wasn't. I just love him. He's different than the others and of course he's got that innocent southern charm. I do wish he would wear some color instead of just black and gray!

As far as Elise, I really like her and think she is very talented. The only thing I can think is that she is from the North and the rest of the contestants are from the South. So maybe mostly southerners are invested and actually voting.

Ok. Well that's all for now...Hopefully this will spur me on to write more blogs in the future!

There's no crying in baseball...

An iconic line from a great movie. But it turns out that yesterday, at Josiah's first baseball game of this fall season, I found this not to be the case. Of course, it didn't have so much to do with baseball as it had to do with the quiet raging battle inside me. Watching your kids, seeing so much of yourself in them, can really be eye opening.

Elijah, I have an easier time watching because he is friendly and outgoing and most people naturally like him. He is a mix of Frank's dad and my mom. He can be a little shy but for the most part, he is likable and genuinely likes people. Josiah, on the other hand, is more like me and Frank. He is smart, more reserved, quiet, not easily moved, gets stuck on things, likes things to be in a certain place or order, anxious and nervous at times. Watching Josiah out there getting ready for the game with his coach and teammates, all of sudden such emotion came over me. I felt like crying. Of course, most of you would say it's just the pregnancy but it's more than that. Being pregnant I guess just heightens it. He was trying so hard. But every time he would be standing off by himself or looking awkward or anxious, it brought me back to my experiences growing up.

I was very shy and reserved. And I tried so hard for so long to be accepted by the popular or cool kids. I wanted so bad to fit in with them. And watching Josiah made me remember how it felt...to feel so awkward and to be so nervous to do the wrong thing in front of others. I remember playing a couple sports and how anxious I was...not just of playing well, but I wanted them to accept me. I wanted to be part of the "in" crowd. But I was just another regular player, nothing special about me. No great personality, no special skills on the field...nothing to set me apart. I always felt left out, I was just there. This was probably the main reason I quit every sport I started. It was a horrible feeling. And I guess the same could be said about high school and friends in general. I always had a couple of really close friends but felt like an outsider to the rest of the world.

So now I look at Josiah and I think, what could I really do to ease this for him or help him with this? The truth is, I have no idea. Because in life today, I still struggle with these same battle of inferiority. Deep down, I still want so badly to be accepted but the years of hurts have made me so hardened, that I pretend that I don't care. I want to say, this is who I am and if they all don't like it, that's just too bad. And that I am happy with who I am and what I have to offer. But I don't really feel like this at all. Time after time, even now, my inferior feelings of self worth cause me such pain. I don't want this for my son. And I don't want it for me. I am finally, after these many years, trying to work out all these things. I need to help me before I can know how to help him. So I am working on it. It's amazing how we will never do things for ourselves, but when it involves our children, we will do anything to make it better.

Moving On

I can't believe my baby is now 3 years old. I  don't know where the time has gone. This got me thinking. As parents, we are supposed to guide our kids and help them figure out who they are. The ironic and crazy part of this is that here I sit, at age 33 and I'm not even sure who I am. Even after all this time of living and learning, I still feel left out, not fitting in. It's like continual high school (ugh). I try to make friends. It just doesn't happen easily for me. I try to reach out. But after so many disappointments - invitations accepted but not returned, invitations declined, being ignored, promises broken - I can say that I am disillusioned with people in general. I always wind up blaming myself. There must be something wrong with me. I must have done something or maybe I'm just not worth hanging out with. But I'm tired of beating myself up. I have worth, just like everyone else. So what makes me so forgetful? so easy to ignore? I wish I knew. Sad to say, most of the Christians I come across make me feel the same way. In fact, there are probably 2 real friends I can say that I have and neither of them even attend church. There is something wrong with this. Churches are too clickey (if that's a word). Everyone gets in their groups and it's impossible to break through. I think there comes a time when you just have to resign yourself and realize it's not worth trying anymore. When your hurt time and again and no-one even notices, it's time. Moving on is hard. And no-one likes change. But I really need someone to restore my faith in people.

The Beginning of Realization

The last couple of weeks have been interesting. I think it started with the PLACE class at church. We took tests to learn all these things about ourselves and how we therefore can serve others. I also met and spent some time with a wonderful woman of God in our church who just touched me. She is so filled with God and His Spirit. Then I went to the women's conference and immediately felt God's presence so strongly. Almost as soon as I walked in, I suddenly felt a stong need in my life that I was unaware of and know now I need to pray for - the one for a mentor. I also came to so many realizations. As each woman gave their hearfelt testimonies of God's faithfulness, I found myself wondering - after years and years of salvation, why do I not see God's faithfulness in my own life? Why can't I put in words all the wonderful things I have seen God do? I was raised in a Christian home. I went to church most of my life. And yet, all I can think of are the bad things - the hurts, the disappointments. And as I sat there struggling with these thoughts, I suddenly could feel and visualize my heart's poor condition. I could see the open sores - the bitterness, the anger, the resentment I have been holding onto for so long. And for the first time in a long time, I realized that God is not punishing me but instead He actually does want to heal me. He doesn't want me to live this way. I don't have to go through life with all this pain in my heart. What a realization! But the only way He can do this is if I give it to Him and allow Him to begin this process. And I need to be honest with Him. I know the things that I should do and say as a Christian, but it's all motions. I don't really know Him like I should. I gave up devotion time a long time ago. First, I got angry at God for things happening in my life. Then I just got busy and tired and burned out. And where has this left me? Cold and alone. One of the most important things I have come away with from this day is that I NEED to spend time with Him. This is not a "if I have time" or "if it fits into my schedule". By not taking this time, I have essentially cut off my relationship with Him. I have put Him at a distance and said, I will go through the motions because I know that is what I should do. I do not know Him and I sure don't want Him to know me. Because I have been scared to let Him see me, as I really am. I don't want Him to see the dark places inside. I don't even want to acknowledge them to myself. So I put on facade. But how silly is that? He already knows, yet somehow I think I am hiding it from Him?? When I think about it now, I can't believe how foolish I have been. My eyes are being opened to so many things just in the past week, I could be up all night writing about it. I have been hiding in darkness for so long, but now I can finally see the beginning of the Light. I am reminded of this verse (though is may not be in exact context) "He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Phil 1:6 Thank God that He does not give up on us. No matter how long we try to keep Him out.