Balancing knives...success?

I am almost done with my student teaching and as lucrative positions open and close I am drawing and pulling closer to the vision God has given me. I find myself consistently speaking in a future tone. "When I get my own classroom." "Let's get this for my new class." All while the speaking is going on I wrestle with my flesh tearing away my optimistic outlook. This internal struggle may be more evident to myself, but lately I have noticed that my external self is struggling as well.

I have managed to put back on almost 20 pounds that I worked so hard to get rid of, not loose, because I know exactly where I put them and picked them back up! I have also started to fail at the jobs that I find most pertinent in my life. Wife. Mother. How is it that in the midst of trying to balance everything for the sake of the greater good I have lost sight in it? No, not sight. Just hold. I can still see them. I can hear their laughs. However, I have become a spectator in the life I have worked so hard to obtain. I watch my children color and tackle each other. I watch my husband make plans for our business and attend meetings that I should be at. Where did all that balance go? Where is my cape that has all my super powers?

I function day to day just as I did before. Keeping track of my activities, crossing them off as I go so that I do not miss a thing. Shower? Check. Diaper bag ready? Check. Both kids dressed and hair brushed? Check. Living room toys picked up? Check. Papers graded? Check....The list goes on until it runs into the next day. When I look back at the day I realize that I missed the simple moments that I should have soaked in. My daughter reaching for me at 5 am to get out of the crib and cuddle with daddy. Instead I am distracted by the soaked pull-up that has leaked over her night clothes. Change her and quickly exchange kisses for a new onsie. Or my son shooting straight out of bed to ask "Where are we going today?" curious of the day's adventures. Instead I see a wide eyed boy ready to eat breakfast and in desperate need of a bigger bed. Add that to the list.

I missed it.

I missed the moments to sit with my kids and pray. I missed teaching them to thank God for waking them. I missed teaching them how to talk to God first thing. Sure we prayed and thanked God at night, but what about what He has done for us through the night?

I missed it.

I missed my husband getting into bed to tell me about the team meeting. To share with me his vision for our family. I was exhausted from a day of work and planning for the upcoming school week. I missed the opportunity to let him know that I see him. Not just who he was, or who he is, but the small things he is doing to become who God wants him to be. Yes, I feel it's taking a long time. But my timeline is not the one in control here.

So after all this, how do I find the better balance? How do I juggle knives and not get cut? Does it exist? I thought I had it all figured out until I realized that I WAS in two places at once. I was the juggler tossing knives high in the air awaiting for them to descend into my hands (hopefully) gracefully. And I was the spectator. Watching the juggler, secretly wishing that one knife would drop innocently to the floor so that the terror of watching would slowly decrease.

Kicking and Screaming for God

Recently our family has been going through many tests and trials. You would think we would be better prepared, heeding the words that God placed in our Pastor's mouth this last Sunday and the sermon before that. Yet, as a human made of flesh, we continued our travels and skipped bountifully down this road we call life. Then, alas. What is that? Past the clouds, the billboards of temptation, and the detours, we see God. His hand is stretched out and His arms are revealed to be cozy and safe. But no. We can do this one on our own. This test doesn't even feel like a test. A pop quiz perhaps, but no degree defining exam that we would need to call on our Lord for. So we pass Him by and our skips become a slow saunter, a little less enthusiastic, maybe even a little worried. Then again as our road begins to crumble and the tempting billboards grow larger there He is again. Same hands, same arms, same safety. "Not yet," we think. "This isn't bad. I can still SEE the road." Now we walk away, looking back and our feet sigh as we persist down the road that falls apart with every step. Finally. The end of the road. The end of the road? No. The road has fallen out under us. We. Are. Falling........ Kicking and screaming our arms are stretched out, our feet are kicking. There is nothing in the world that is saving us. Then. There they are! Those hands, those arms, safety. After His silent offers and our yells of no, He has caught us again. Why then when we see God, do we kick and scream and fight to do it on our own?

A December to Remember

This holiday season has not held back on taxing the strength of a mom/student/worker/over-achiever. I have found that I listen to the radio less and enjoy the silence of the car more. Today I looked at my daughter and saw a baby that I barely know. She still freaks out and crawls to me when I come through the door, but when we look face to face I can see her questioning eyes staring into my heart. So I decided: this December is going to be one to remember. This will be my last holiday working as a retail manager, this will be the last year I let thoughts of depression consume me, this is the last year (moment) that I let the devil steal my joy. I have a wonderful and loving family that I am missing out on because of things I call "life" and "necessary." My family should be my life. I am working so hard that I have not enjoyed the life I struggled so much to build. This December I will remind myself to not be defeated, I will take hold of the happiness that has always been hiding inside me, I will let myself enjoy pastries, and I will crawl under the Christmas tree with my children every night. This December will be my first step into the next year...the greatest year for the Grays (yet). We will continue to walk the path that God has placed in front of us and we will walk with conviction and purpose. This December I will remember my fallen friend and the family members that are still lost and yet to be saved. This December I will remember....

It's a circus out there...so you better grab a clown suit!

It's so eerily quiet right now in my house because Matt took the kids over to his mom's and I'm about to head out for work. However with the twenty minutes that I rarely have to spare-well I guess these twenty minutes are more sacrificial than sparing-I feel the need to update my blog. Or as I like to think of it a public diary that no one seems to read :(

I just came back from a charity walk with my work and family and realized that my house is a mess, we're moving in three weeks, I haven't read any of my assignments for Brit Lit, I've got the Praxis in a month, I'm missing class next week because I have to work, there is no time for my husband and I to be a COUPLE and my kids barely know me......What am I doing all this for?

FOR THEM

But then I am faced with a dilemma. Continue to keep trucking through this circus I call life or throw in the towel and stay at home with the kids?

I guess it would be easier if only one of us had eight million things going on....but BOTH Matt and I are constantly on the go. How is it that some families can simply work part time, live off welfare and WIC and be happy while people like Matt and I kill ourselves to make it?

I have to keep reminding myself that God blessed me with my two children with a purpose in mind. I may not know that purpose and it may be driving me nuts, but I have to continue to live my life with His purpose in mind. Otherwise how will I succeed?

I wish I could be one of those moms that could see the purpose in the eyes of her children. But when I come home (or sometimes even when I leave for work too) their eyes are closed. I can only stand there and try to pry myself away from watching them sleep. So peaceful and naive to the world outside their little blanket covered window. I thank God for giving them to me because without them I probably would have given up a long time ago. Maybe I do find purpose in them...it just kills me that I cannot see or feel it. I miss out on the hugs and playtime because I am too busy paying bills, changing mailing addresses, calling about moving dates, setting up appointments, laundry, cleaning the kitchen, vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning the other bathroom....working 40+ hours a week.......

How do I set life aside in order to enjoy life?

Winter.....how did you sneak up so fast?

It's such a bittersweet moment as the leaves start to fall and you know that winter is right around the corner. Today I was making a last minute trip to the store before going out of town with the kids and realized that I had to buy Maliya 9 month winter clothing...Next thing you know it'll be February, my birthday will have passed (I'll be 21...) and Maliya will be a year old already! And here I am trying to rush her along to crawling! With winter comes age, another chapter ending and another chapter closer to getting our degrees! So with that I say, "Winter: Your cold days are less than desireable and I hate what you do to our roads. I am not looking forward to the stupidity that drivers are struck with when you lay down your icy hand....but I welcome you, only for a brief moment......"

The Evolution of the Offspring

My Children seem to keep growing and growing. Just the other day I was discussing with a friend how where Little Matt would go to kindergarten was another reason we decided to move deeper into Overland Park.....I almost cried thinking that in just two short years my son will be in SCHOOL and Maliya will be a walking, talking toddler. But for now....this is where they are:

Little Matt loves making up stories. Anytime he hears Big Matt or I telling a story about something that has happened, he says, "Mom, look at my story!" We're working on the right words to use! He is a repeat offender. Anything you can say, he says it louder. He LOVES Maliya. He's always asking to hold her and he tries consistently to get in her crib. He's WAAAAYYYY over the weight limit. He's the best big brother. There are times where he tries to get our attention by acting like he doesn't know how to do something. But as long as he is encouraged to behave like a big boy he has a positive turn around.

Maliya is a talker as well. They both get that quality from their daddy. I can talk, but definitely not as much as Big Matt. Maliya has been teething since four months and wants to put everything in her mouth. She started sitting up a couple weeks ago, although she falls down a few seconds after realizing that she is on her own. She hates being on her tummy but we are encouraging her to get over herself and embrace the tummy time. I'm not too worry about it though. I comfort myself in knowing that all babies are just as different as we are and that they all develop differently. Little Matt was always ahead of the game, I think Maliya loves to take her time.

We've started solid foods with her cereal. She's doing well in the orange foods but is not fond of anything green. Typical. She can almost hold her bottle which is a relief because there is always so much to do.

The kids are definitely evolving and I love watching how they interact with each other and their cousins. There is nothing like kissing the warm foreheads of your children before going to bed. Nothing like it.

A Change is Gonna Come

It's the end of August and ever since I was a little girl I always got the "change" feeling right before all the leaves started to fall and the grass started to die. I've grown to love this feeling. It reminds me that the holidays are right around the corner. Even though I have grown to dislike the weather of the winter and holiday times, I LOVE the fact that it's a reason for family to get together. It seems that each year we are rushed to figure out what we are going to do for the holidays, whose family we will visit, and if we will go out of town. This year I am definitely embracing our completed family with our addition of Maliya and our new apartment with more room and new beginnings!