Next Meeting: May 1st
- Thank you and encouragement cards
- MOPPETS offering
- Chaos Cuties are responsible for meal
12300 County Line Road
Madison AL 35756
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
MOPS Meeting - Organizing/Housekeeping Tips
We had a good meeting discussing organizing and housekeeping tips. Here is the video I meant to show at the meeting:
Michelle shared many tips on housekeeping and organization. Here are a few worksheets for you as takeaways from her discussion:
Next Meeting: May 1st
Next Meeting: May 1st
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
MOPS Meeting Thursday April 17th
So it's been a little crazy in my world so MOPS postings have been a little lack but I plan on getting back on track .
Our next MOPS Meeting is tomorrow Thursday April 17th from 10am - noon at The Grove Baptist Church (12300 County Line Road Madison AL). I hope you'll be able to join us then. One of our own MOPS moms will be sharing some organizing/housekeeping tips for us busy moms.
In case you can't wait until tomorrow to see some mommy friends and you need to get out of the house today. The Grove Baptist Church is having their Easter Fun tonight starting at 5:30pm. All children and parents of children 2 years old - 6th grade are invited to attend!!!
Hope to see you tonight and tomorrow!!!
Have a blessed day!!
MOPS at The Grove
The Grove Baptist Church
12300 County Line Road
Madison AL 35756
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Monday, February 17, 2014
MOPS Meeting - February 20th
Our next meeting is this Thursday, February 20th from 10am - noon. We have a guest speaker coming to share some couponing tips/tricks. We'll be playing a little price is right as well. Hot Messy Mammas are providing the meal. It will be a great time!!!
Hope you can join us!!
MOPS at The Grove
12300 County Line Road
Madison AL 35756
Sunday, February 9, 2014
February 6th Meeting
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| We learned about God's conversation hearts in our short devotion that you can read here. |
We had a blast playing games and making our scratch off tickets whether it be for date night or treats for our kids for good behavior.
UPCOMING EVENTS:
- Play Date: February 17th location TBA...we are considering the following:
- Church Gym: cost is free
- Kidventure: cost is $5.75 for kids age 2 and above (kids under 2 free)
- MOPSwap February 20th 6:30-8:30pm: bring any item(s) you want (yard sale, toys overflow, etc.) so swap...everything is FREE!! (don't have to bring items to shop)
NEXT MEETING: February 20th 10am - Noon
- Special guest speaker Ruth Dennison talking about couponing tips/tricks
- Individual Challenge: bring canned food for food pantry
- Hot Messy Mammas have meal
Hope to see you all on the 20th at 10am!!!
MOPS at The Grove
12300 County Line Road
Madison AL 35756
Thursday, February 6, 2014
MOPS Meeting - Today
We'll be making some homemade scratch off tickets (perfect reward for good behavior or date night ideas) and playing some fun minute to win it games too!!
A few other reminders:
*Kids drop off at 9:45am
*You can still bring donations for the Choose Life Baby Shower
Hope to see you at 10am at The Grove!!!
MOPS at The Grove
12300 County Line Road
Madison AL 35756
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Learning to Live with the Ache by Sarah Bessey
Our old baby crib is now sitting in pieces in the garage. We will take it to the dump soon (it has one of those now-outlawed dropsides so we can’t resell it or donate it). Whole sections of the bars are gnawed to bare wood by little teething babies, there are bits of sticker glue and swipes of Sharpie marker here and there, the screws are a bit loose. It’s in rough shape after nearly eight years and three big babies-to-toddlers in quick succession. There are a lot of sacred memories hidden in that dismantled old crib. The day we took it apart, I cried over that junky old crib. Goodbye, old friend.
It is likely that there are no more babies for us.
I was never one of those girls who wanted to have a houseful of babies, who just wanted to get married and have babies and stay home with them. I mean, I was okay with kids but it wasn’t my thing. I quit babysitting at 14 because I figured there had to be a better way to make money than that. And even after our miscarriages and challenges with fertility, I was unprepared for how completely transformative I found motherhood, how I loved even the mundane dailyness, how I found joy here.
I know that everyone’s experience is different, and I’m not saying that mine is normative but it’s real and I can’t deny it: I came into myself when I became a mother. I was reborn, all over again. The experience of pregnancy, birth, and breastfeeding my babies profoundly changed me AND it changed my view of God entirely.
So, of course, it’s hard to know that stage of my life is done now.
But it is.
It’s likely that I won’t ever be pregnant again, that I won’t carry a baby within me again, that I won’t ever give birth again. (Yes, I’m one of those awful women who loves pregnancy and giving birth.) When I think about not breastfeeding – one of the most real things I’ve ever done with this body – ever again, I catch my breath with longing.
And yet, I love this new stage of life with the tinies. Just when I think we’re at my favourite stage with them, something new comes along and I think, “oh, wow! no, this part is my favourite!”
People tell you a lot about how much parenting will change your life and they’re right. But usually they mean that you won’t ever sleep in again (you won’t) and a few other things about how much we “give up” to become parents. No one tells you how much you’re going to laugh. No one tells you how much wisdom resides in these small humans, how much they will teach you about love and life and friendship and forgiveness and worship. No one tells you how good and freeing it is to leave your selfishness behind. No one tells you about recapturing your own wonder and innocence, about re-reading the Ramona books, about playing football in the basement, about birthday parties and snow days and every day beauty. All the best things I know about the big nouns and verbs of a life came back into my life because of them.
But there likely won’t be anymore Bessey babies for us. Our family is complete, it seems, we’ll always be a Five-Family, as the tinies call us. There are many personal reasons why we’ve come to this decision as a family.
In my head, I know that this is the right decision. In my heart, I know this is the right decision. Brian and I are in complete agreement.
And yet there is The Ache.
Always The Ache, right underneath my lungs, in the pit of my gut, the ache of what that means and the grief of moving on, of love, of knowing: No more babies. No more nursing quietly in the night. No more flour sack of milk-drunk baby bliss. No more gummy smiles. No more tiny diapers. No more baby clothes. No more crib. No more baby wearing. No more new baby smell. No more of the millions of moments that knit your heart so completely to another small soul.
The season of having babies – the one that so radically changed me – is over. I’m okay with that. Most days, I’m even very happy about it, relieved perhaps. It’s an intense season of life, make no mistake. We’re ready for this new season, looking forward with anticipation to new things. Other days, it’s hard.
I know we like to pretend like we can have everything all at once. It’s a nice illusion. But there are transitions in our lives: times for certain seasons and times when those seasons end. Are we happier for pretending that we can have everything anytime we like? Or are we better when we acknowledge the end of one chapter of our lives, grieve and sing and give weight to the passing of it, and move forward? To everything, there is a season.
I am starting to think that, no matter how many children we have, no matter the reasons why, no matter how old we are, when you’re done having babies, we always carry The Ache.
I have a friend who had six children, and she said that she had The Ache when they were done. I have other friends who had two, who had The Ache. Other friends who had four or five or six. I have friends who are in their thirties with toddlers, in their forties with teenagers, other women in their fifties and menopausal, and they still talk about The Ache: I miss that still, they say wistfully. That was a nice time in my life.
I don’t know that we ever lose that ache. I don’t know if we ever get rid of it. I don’t know if we should. Maybe it’s meant to be there with us. So I’m learning to live with The Ache now.
I’m learning to let it be there, part of me, probably always a part of me, without justification or change of circumstance. When you have been given the tremendous gift of being able to have a baby, to give birth to that baby, to love that baby, it marks you. It should, perhaps, and so this season has marked more than just my stretched-out body, it has marked my soul.
The Ache reminds me of the great and terrible beauty I have seen, of what love I have experienced, of the sorrow and brokenness of loss, of all the love that is still here, of the wonder and miracle of life, of the sweetness of co-creation, of the labour and release, of transcendence.
Praise God, my babies are growing up and that is its own joy and beauty. I’ll miss toddlers in the same way, I’ll miss preschoolers, I’ll miss their kindergarten self, their Grade Two self, as well, and so on through their lives.
Right now, the Ache is for no more babies in my life. This was a beautiful time in my life, please notice that it’s changing. But the Ache changes and grows as we move through our years, I imagine, perhaps in proportion to the life we live, the love we gather and give. Someday, I’ll miss these very days, talk about them with the same language, perhaps.
And in another few years, the blink of an eye, I’ll be sitting in a house, alone: the laundry will be done at last, the house will be clean – and it will stay clean, and the floors will be quiet, no one will be asking me for anything at all, my time will be my own, and I will feel the full weight of The Ache for which I’ve been holding vigil at last.
It’s simply the Ache of time passing, because this is what time does, and our souls are noticing the passing of a season, and it’s okay. It’s okay to let it Ache. It means we’re living and it means we’re loving our life as it stands, loving it enough to notice a transition away.
I am making my peace with The Ache, holding a bit of space for its presence in my life today. Someday it will be my old friend.
~Sarah Bessey
Sarah Bessey is a writer and award-winning blogger at SarahBessey.com. She is the author of Jesus Feminist. She lives in Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada, with her husband, Brian, and their three children, Anne, Joseph and Evelynn.
Choose Life Baby Shower - MOPS Meeting January 23rd
A Beautiful Mess
Embrace Your Story
“Miss America Mom”
You know her: she’s the mom who has a flat belly,
long legs, and perfect hair. Admit it, you occasionally wish she’d fall into a
cotton candy machine and gain thirty pounds. Her presence makes you feel less
than attractive, doesn’t it? Comparing ourselves with others is never a good
thing, and it’s not a God thing, either. God isn’t concerned with whether or
not your belly is as trim as it was before childbirth. His Word says that He
looks on the heart, not on your outward appearance. He’s more concerned with
the condition of your heart, not the cellulite on your legs. Of course, that
doesn’t mean we shouldn’t strive to be the best we can be--both inside and
out--but it certainly relieves some of the pressure to be perfect. Give your jealousies and feelings of inadequacy to
God and find you identity in Him. He loves you just the way you are—even if
you’re not Miss America.
“For the LORD does not see as man sees;
for man looks
at the outward appearance,
but the LORD looks at the heart.”
I Samuel 16:7
What's Ahead: Next Meeting February 6th
- Individual Challenge: bring your favorite 2-L drink to MOPS & a friend to MOPS
- You can still bring baby shower items for donation to Choose Life
- Chaos Cuties are providing the meal
Upcoming Events:
- Play Date Monday February 17th
- MOPSwap Thursday February 20th 6:30 - 8:30pm
MOPS at The Grove
12300 County Line Road
Madison AL 35756
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