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Friday, April 5, 2013

The Christian Mama's Guide to the First School Years by Erin MacPherson

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Thomas Nelson (April 9, 2013)

***Special thanks to Erin MacPherson for sending me a review copy.***

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

 Erin MacPherson is a mom of three who never does anything halfway. When she discovered she was pregnant she decided to write about it—but then kept writing. A former staff writer and editor for Nickelodeon, Erin now entertains parents on her personal blog as well as through freelance magazine articles, devotionals and speaking. She wants to come beside her readers not only as a confidant and Christian sister, but also as a best girlfriend who understands what daily life is all about.

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SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

The Christian Mama's Guide to the First School Years: Prepares moms for the time when their school-aged kids take their first few steps into the world and away from mama's nest.

Sending a child off to school is a whole lot more than stocking up on school supplies and packing a (somewhat) healthy lunch. This helpful guidebook walks Christian moms through:

  • discovering a long-term vision for the person that Christ has purposed for your child to become
  • instilling a sense of "who I am and where I came from" in your child
  • choosing a school for your kids
  • helping your kids to develop key attributes—courage, kindness, perseverance—that lead to success in school
  • dealing with teachers, sports, and lessons
  • navigating those difficult conversations that will come sooner rather than later
  • a special feature includes sidebars "From the Principal's Office" with insights from a 35-year elementary school principal and educator

Moms will learn how to cover their children in prayer so that their launch into the world, and away from her control, is done with grace and wisdom—helping them grow into the men and women God intended them to be.



Product Details:
List Price: $15.99

Paperback: 208 pages
Publisher: Thomas Nelson (April 9, 2013)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0849964768
ISBN-13: 978-0849964763



AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:


Introduction

Into the Big, Wide (and Sometimes Scary) World



Whoever created the drop-off policy at my son Joey's elementary school had clearly never met a newbie kindergarten mom.  Because when the letter outlining first-day drop off instructions arrived in the mail along with his school supply list, I started to hyperventilate.  Okay, so I might be exaggerating, but I certainly had a momentary panic where I considered whiting out my son's birth date on his birth certificate and keeping him home another year.

The letter was short and sweet.



Dear Parents,

In an effort to ensure the safety of our students on the first day of school, we ask that you drop all kids off by the front doors and then continue to exit through the west parking lot.  We will have teachers and student leaders available to escort new kindergarten students through the doors and into the cafeteria where their teachers will be waiting.  We ask that you please do not park your car in order to walk your child into the school . . .



That's all I had to read for the panic to start.  My son—my baby!—had to walk from my car and into the big, wide school all by himself.  All.  By.  Himself.  What if his backpack was too heavy?  Or what if a big bad fifth grader bullied him as he walked in?  (I hear those big kids are getting bigger every year.)  I mean, the potential crises that could result in those ten steps between my car and the school were enough to make my heart start a-racin'.  He could stub his toe as he walked through the threshold, for goodness’ sake, and spend the entire day in toe-stubbed misery.  This was not good.  Not good at all.

As terrible scenarios raced through my mind, my husband had to restrain me from picking up the phone and calling the school to complain.  He reminded me that schools make policies like that for a reason.  And usually that reason was because of over-panicky parents like me.  Okay, he didn't say that.  But I could tell he was thinking it.

On the Saturday before school started, we drove to the school and practiced.  (I know, I know.  Overachiever mom.  Or maybe it's overprotective mom.)  I pulled up in front of the school and let Joey unbuckle himself, grab his backpack, and walk those ten big steps to the door.  He did it five times—just for good measure—and once I was confidant that he was going to manage just fine without stubbing his toe, we left.

And on Monday, I put on my bravest face.

I scrubbed Joey's face and combed his hair.  I made pancakes for breakfast and arranged blueberries in the shape of a smiley face on top.  I lovingly packed his lunch and wrote him a little note just to say how much I adored him (because I figured he’d be reading by lunchtime, he’s super smart).  I took at least ten thousand pictures before I loaded him into the car.  And I put those keys in the ignition and headed toward the school while trying to control the tears that threatened to start rolling down my face.

As we pulled up to the school, I pasted a smile on my face as I turned to my baby-turned-big boy and said "This is it, Joey!  I'm so proud of you!  I love you."

And he was off.

Confidently taking those first ten steps into the big, wide world.

I watched him taking every single one of those steps in my rearview mirror with tears streaming down my face.  Tears of joy.  Tears of sadness.  And tears of hope.  And I prayed that as we all made this big—no, monumental—transition of starting school, that I could handle it with courage, grace, and a giant sprinkling of Christlike love.

Sending your baby off into the big, wide world is bittersweet.  It's exciting.  Your kid now has the chance to make a stand—a stand for who he is, what he believes in, and what he wants to be.  But it's also sad.  Your baby is growing up.  And while this is certainly not the end of your time as a mom—you can go ahead and trust me that your mom skills will be tested in the year to come as they’ve never have been before—it's the end of an era of sorts.  And as you move out of the preschool era, you get to move into the big-kid era.

An era when your kid will grow and learn more than you ever imagined.

An era when your kid will (hopefully) solidify his trust in Christ.

An era when your kid will learn what faith and grace and hope truly mean.

And as you make this transition, I want to come beside you to share my stories.  My struggles.  My over-panicky moments.  So that you, too, can send your kid off into the big, wide world with the confidence he needs to thrive.



A note for my particularly scrupulous readers:  You may notice that all of the pronouns in this book are male.  This was a decision made by my editors and I in order to keep the copy simple and consistent.  It in no way means that that this book is more applicable to boys or that I intended the tips and advice in this book to be just for boys.  So, if you happen to have a daughter (like I do), please mentally substitute "her" for "him" and "she" for "he" as you read.  And then write a very serious letter to whoever invented the English language letting them know how much easier our lives would be if pronouns weren't gender specific.


Chapter 1



Getting into the Big-Kid-Mama Groove

Surviving and Thriving as You Transition into the Grade School Years



It's a little bit ironic that the first time (ever) that Joey slept past 6:00 a.m. was on his first day of kindergarten.

During Joey's toddler and preschool years, I had literally tried every possible strategy to get Joey to sleep in.  We begged.  We pleaded.  We bribed him with chocolate chip pancakes on any day that he slept past seven.  Which never happened.  We even got one of those "Okay to Wake" clocks that glowed when it was okay for him to get up, which only resulted in him waking me up at five a.m. to check and see "if the clock was still working."  It was.

Anyway, by the time Joey turned five, I had given up on turning him into a late sleeper.  We made a rule that he had to stay in bed—reading or whatnot—until the sun came up.  If he wanted to wake up at o'dark thirty and just lay there, then that was his prerogative.  And so he did, morning after morning, month after month, year after year.  Until that hot day in August when he had to go to school for the first time.  On that day, he decided to sleep in.  In fact, I had to drag him out of bed by 6:30 to make sure we made it to school on time.

The next day, he slept in again.

And on that Saturday morning, he slept until eight.  Eight in the morning!  And as he trudged down the stairs in all his bedheaded glory, he announced to me that now that he was in kindergarten, he was going to start sleeping like a teenager.  (Because, in case you're wondering, teenagers sleep until eight.  Or something like that.)

I hate to be the one to break the news to you, but your kid is growing up. And that means your parenting is going to have to grow up a bit too.  You probably no longer have to worry that your kid is going to wake up at 4:42 a.m. and dump Cheerios all over your bed.  Or have a potty accident at playgroup.  Or have a meltdown in the middle of the Target aisle. (Unless, of course, a sugar-low coincides with a sale on sticker books, in which case all bets are off.)

Big-kid parenting is just different from baby or toddler parenting.  Where before you were vigilant, now you have to be strategic.  And where before you were black-and-white, now you can start to add some color to your parenting.  You can add some orange ideas here and a bright turquoise discipline choice there.  And before long, you'll discover a whole rainbow of possibilities with your big kid.  Okay, enough with the cheesy metaphors—I'm sure you get it.  Your kid is bigger.  And that means you have to start parenting bigger too. I've written this book to help you do exactly that.  But first, here are a few tricks and tips to help you get into the big-kid-mama groove.



How to Get into the Big-Kid-Mama Groove [[A head]]

1. Think before you act. [[B head]]

Back in your toddler-mama days, you had to think fast.  Because if you didn't make a diving leap in front of your kid as he walked toward the mud puddle, he was certainly going to find a way to get every drop of water from that puddle into some place that it didn't belong.  But now your kid is a big kid.  And with that comes a measure of security.  You probably don't have to worry that he's going to touch the hot coals in the fireplace or smear sweet potato puree onto the underside of the couch cushions.  And, that security buys you time to think a bit before you act.  Nothing is as pressing as it was when your kid was small.

So what exactly does more-thinking, less-reacting parenting look like?  It means instead of jumping to reprimand or reward your kid, you spend some time thinking about the best way to approach each situation.  And—even more important—you allow your kid to spend time contemplating the best approach to each and every situation as well.  So instead of jumping to your kid's rescue when he's struggling to figure out how to put together his Legos, allow him the space to ask for help.  And when he misbehaves, don't intervene immediately, but allow both of you some time to cool off and consider things.  Because the more you allow yourself—and your kid—to think, the more he's going to learn and grow.



2.  Lean on God more than ever.  [[B head]]

Letting go is hard.  Remember that story I told you in the introduction about the day I dropped Joey off at kindergarten for the first time?  What I didn't tell you is that after I pulled out of that parking lot, I had to pull my car over because I was crying so hard that I couldn't see.  I sat there on the side of the road—within view of the school—and sobbed for a good twenty minutes.  Because my baby took my heart with him as he walked into that school.

My motherly instinct is to hold on—to cling to my children as if they are mine to hold and protect.  And while I know that God's purposes for my children require independence, my mother's heart still needs some convincing.  Because when my eyes see big kids—kids who are ready to face the big, wide world and all that comes with it—my heart still sees those tiny, precious babies that I once cradled in my arms.  Tiny babies who have grown up way too fast.

I know that I still have a lot more letting go to do—I can't even imagine the tears I will shed when my tiny babies move on to middle school and then high school and—I don't even want to think about it—college.  But now, while each tiny step feels like a rite of passage of its own, I'm learning to lean on Christ more than I ever have before. I cannot fulfill my job as a mother by clinging to my own understanding—because my human emotions and desires stand in the way of God's bigger picture.  And only by turning to Christ will I teach my children that they, too, can turn to him as they grow.



3.  Rely on prayer. [[B head]]

I'm a fixer.  If I could, I'd like to pave the road for my kids with rainbows and cotton balls so that if they ever hit a snag, they'll land on a cuddly cloud of softness.  (I’m sure Joey will love it when I talk like that when he's a teenager.  Especially in front of his friends.)  Anyway, when Joey mentioned to me one day last year that a kid in his class—let's call him Mr. Meanie Pants—had called him a "wimp" at school and refused to play with him at recess, I wanted to call up Mr. Meanie Pants’ mom and tell her exactly what I thought of her kid's bully tactics.  That'd teach him to mess with my kid.

But I didn't call because I knew that part of growing up is learning to do things on your own.  Well, that and I didn't have Mr. Meanie Pants’ mom's phone number.  Instead, I prayed.  I prayed that God would give Joey the insight to stand up for what is right.  I prayed that Joey would learn how to discern right from wrong on the playground without becoming a bully or a victim.  I prayed that I would know the words to say to help him learn important attributes like courage and kindness and respect.

I honestly don't know what happened with Mr. Meanie Pants.  I have a feeling that by the time they hit the playground on the next day, both kids had probably forgotten about the incident and had moved on.  Because Joey never mentioned Mr. Meany Pants again in a negative light.

I have to say that the incident with Mr. Meany Pants taught me a valuable lesson.  (And no, it wasn't that playground politics should be left on the playground, although that's important too.)  I learned that while my mama-bear instincts might tell me to toss gumdrops and lollipops at my kids in order to make sure their days are happy, my Christian instinct should always be to turn toward prayer.  Because while I won't always be able to fix things for my kids, I can always rely on God to stand in the gap for them.



4.  Make quality time a priority. [[B head]]

Once your kid starts school, those easy-breezy days when you had nothing to do but sit around in your pajamas and read the same stories over and over and over are, well, over.  And I'm telling you this because I know how much people love it when I state the obvious.  But also because I want to save you the embarrassment that will certainly come when your kid shows up at school and tells his teacher that he spent his summer eating Captain Crunch out of the box because "mommy didn't have time to wash the spoons."

Schooling takes time—and whether you send your kid to school or homeschool, the amount of free time you have to just hang out with your kid will certainly decrease.  But I'm a quality over quantity type of person.  I mean, think about it: would you rather have a whole bag of M&Ms or one really amazing piece of rich, expensive dark chocolate?  Okay, forget that analogy because the obvious answer is both.  But my point is that even if you don't have a ton of time with your kid, you can still make that time count.

One thing I do is set aside after-school snack time as "us" time.  I whip up a from-scratch batch of chocolate chip cookies—okay, I feed him Goldfish crackers—and spend a half hour talking to him about his day.  I also try to do something fun as a family each weekend—go on a bike ride or go bowling—so there is something non-school and non-chore related that we can do together at least once every week.  Whatever we're doing, I make it a point to spend quality time with my kids every day.
Ready, Set, Invest [[Ahead]]

Throughout this book I hope to give you tips, ideas, and strategies to go beyond simply parenting your kids.  Because I know that's simply not enough.  Instead, I want to help you invest in your kid's Christian heritage—not their future success, their academic achievement, or that football scholarship that you're hoping for—but in who your kids are in Christ.  Because the truth is, that as you send your kid out into the big, wide world, your ultimate goal is not that your kid will learn to stand on her own two feet but, instead, to learn to stand on the Rock.



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Time-out for Mom

For When You’re Preparing Your Heart to Send Your Kids Out into the World



“Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commandments.” (Deuteronomy 7:9)



Heavenly Father, I am so grateful for your faithfulness!  I know that you have a covenant of love with your children, and that is such a comfort to me!  I am scared right now, Lord.  I am getting ready to send my baby away from the shelter of my nest and into the world.  Guide my words and my actions, Lord, so that I can prepare my child to be a servant, a disciple, and a follower of you.  Help him to shine bright in a dark world so that your love will be evident through everything he does.  Amen.



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10 Things to Remember as You Send Your Kid Off into the Big, Wide World [[A head]]

There's a reason that glitter glue and baby wipes were on your school supply list.  And it's the same reason that you shouldn't send your kid to school in the $80 blouse that your mother-in-law got her for Easter.
Make your kid memorize the following:  I will bring my lunch box home from school every day. Because there's a hard-and-fast rule at my house that mommy doesn't pick moldy carrot sticks out of lunch boxes.
Your kid may say he understands the book checkout system in the library.  He may even think he understands the book checkout system in the library.  But you should probably go over it again before the next class library day.  Because twenty confused kids equals one frustrated librarian and the chance that your kid won't be able to check out the new Fly Guy book until next week.
"Because I said so" is a perfectly acceptable answer to the question, "Why can't I bring my pet lizard to school?"  But that doesn't mean your big kid won't try to find out why exactly it's such a bad idea for himself.
The desire to be clean apparently must develop post-elementary school.  So that battle you've been doing to get your kid to bathe, well, it will continue for the foreseeable future.
It's still okay to kiss your kid goodbye.  Just do it quickly before his friends see.
Even if your kid can read to himself now, she will still love it when you read him a bedtime story.
Just because you pack kale chips and a sprouted hummus sandwich in your kid's lunch, doesn't mean he's going to eat it.  Chances are—smarty pants that he is—he'll find a way to swindle the girl next to him out of her Twinkie by saying that his quinoa bake is "a princess pie."
Your kid is watching you.  And that means that your little meltdown over the fact that daddy is coming home late again will not only be stored in his little brain under "appropriate ways to react when frustrated," but will also probably be reported in full detail to his teacher, friends, and guidance counselor tomorrow.
Your kid may be a big kid, but he still needs his mommy.  Make room for those gangly legs on your lap and give your kid the time and space just to be with you.  Because no kid is ever too big for mommy snuggles.  Except for maybe a teenager.

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Thursday, April 4, 2013

The Christian Mama's Guide to Parenting a Toddler by Erin MacPherson

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Thomas Nelson (April 9, 2013)

***Special thanks to Erin MacPherson for sending me a review copy.***

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

 Erin MacPherson is a mom of three who never does anything halfway. When she discovered she was pregnant she decided to write about it—but then kept writing. A former staff writer and editor for Nickelodeon, Erin now entertains parents on her personal blog as well as through freelance magazine articles, devotionals and speaking. She wants to come beside her readers not only as a confidant and Christian sister, but also as a best girlfriend who understands what daily life is all about.

Visit the author's website.


SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

The Christian Mama's Guide to Parenting a Toddler:  What's a mom to do when her sweet baby's smiles and snuggles turn to tears and tantrums?

This take on everything toddler—from throwing food to potty training to massive toddler fits—is filled with sanity-saving advice every mom wants to hear. Helpful tips include how to:

  • stop a tantrum in its tracks (or at least survive the tantrum without breaking into tears of your own)
  • discipline your child in a way that demonstrates Christ's redeeming love
  • make your marriage a priority when your kid is a squeaky wheel that always seems to need your time and attention
  • introduce your child to Jesus in a way that leads to authentic faith
  • convince a one-and-a-half year old that broccoli really is better than cookies—even if you don't believe it yourself

Moms will be entertained and encouraged by the amusing anecdotes and godly advice of this comprehensive, topical approach to parenting one and two year olds.



Product Details:
List Price: $15.99
Paperback: 224 pages
Publisher: Thomas Nelson (April 9, 2013)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 084996475X
ISBN-13: 978-0849964756



AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:


Introduction

What Happened to My Sweet Baby?

Your baby is (or at least was) about as close to perfection as you’ll find this side of heaven. Those dreamy grins every time you walked into the room. The sweet melody of ba-ba-la-la-las in the baby monitor as you woke up each morning. Those moments when she snuggled close and fell asleep on your shoulder. Pure, sweet almost-perfection.

But recently, have you noticed something changing? Like those dreamy grins being replaced by snarls? And that sweet melody of ba-ba-la-la-las sounding an awful lot like, “No! Mine! No! No! No!”? And those snuggle-close-and-fall-asleep moments getting fewer and further between?

Just as you were getting that whole baby thing down pat, your kid decides to up and turn one-and-a-half on you. And suddenly, you’re afraid to go out in public because your kid might pitch a royal fit, but you don’t want to stay home because your kid might have a tantrum. You can’t go to restaurants (he might smoosh peas into the carpet) or to parks (he might hit someone) or to stores (he might climb the shelves). How do you survive?

I remember the day I realized that my son was in the terrible twos. We were at the park with the other moms in my MOPS group and Joey picked up a pebble (okay, it was a rock) and threw it at another kid. Gulp. After a very long (and very passionate) lecture on why rock throwing isn’t a nice thing to do, I was certain that Joey wouldn’t do it again. He was so contrite. And surely he hadn’t done it on purpose. He was only one! So I hugged my oh-so-sweet son tightly and sent him off to play. And, as soon as he escaped my grip, he smiled innocently at me, picked up another rock and threw it at the same kid. Harder this time. Uh oh. Helllllo terrible twos.

So, what now? How do you survive when your kid can’t make it through the day (okay, the minute) without throwing a massive tantrum? And what do you do when she thinks that a balanced diet should consist solely of mac & cheese and chocolate chips? And how do you discipline a kid who can’t understand the difference between “steal” and “share”? And how in the world can you go grocery shopping when your kid’s throwing toys out of the cart every twelve seconds as you stock up in the bulk-foods aisle?

It’s time to adjust your mama game plan. You can be the mom of a one-and-a-half-year-old and still go into public and come home (somewhat) sane. And you can love God, love your husband, and (yes) even love your fit-throwing, no-saying, rock-throwing kid while doing it. Here’s how.



A note for my particularly scrupulous readers:  You may notice that all of the pronouns in this book are male.  This was a decision made by my editors and I in order to keep the copy simple and consistent.  It in no way means that that this book is more applicable to boys or that I intended the tips and advice in this book to be just for boys.  So, if you happen to have a daughter (like I do), please mentally substitute "her" for "him" and "she" for "he" as you read. And then write a very serious letter to whoever invented the English language letting them know how much easier our lives would be if pronouns weren't gender specific.





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Getting into the Toddler Mama Groove

Surviving and Thriving in the Toddler Years



I took my one-and-a-half-year-old niece, Greta, to McDonalds a few days ago. I’m not sure if that makes me a bad Auntie (she’s asked for McNuggets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day since) or a cool Auntie (I let her get fries . . . shhhhh!)—but regardless, she loved it. And I did too. Except for one thing: Greta—adorable, sweet and precious Greta—is smack dab in the middle of the terrible twos.

We walked into the play area, and before I could set my tray on a table, Greta ran up to another kid who was putting on his shoes and shouted, “No! Mine!” Turns out Greta was under the impression that everything in the room belonged to her. The slide? Mine! The giant piano on the wall? Mine! The little baby that another woman was putting in a high chair? You guessed it. Mine! It was hilarious. And aside from having to remind Greta 15,324 times to be sweet, we had a wonderful time.

I told my sister-in-law the story and she wasn’t quite as amused. You see, Greta’s plunge from delectable baby to delectable-yet-exasperating toddler happened very quickly and very unexpectedly. One day, Greta was her normal sweet self—singing sleepily in her crib, eating whatever delicacy her mama put on her plate, and playing nicely with her cousins. The next day, Greta woke up a different kid. She whined. She said no. She threw her veggies on the floor. And she screamed “mine” at anyone and everyone who dared come within fifteen feet of one of her toys.

My sister-in-law is beyond frustrated—and rightfully so. I remember feeling the same way when my kids hit the terrible twos. Suddenly, all of my parenting skills were tested. All of the rules were changed. And all of my lovely walk-in-the-park moments were ruined by massive temper tantrums and whining fits. I realized I had to get my mama groove back because my sweet baby was no longer a sweet baby, and if we were being honest, I was no longer a sweet baby mama. I was a frustrated mama. And an annoyed mama. And the kind of mama who spent more time saying no to my kid than he spent saying no to everyone else. Which was a lot.

Being the parent of a one-and-a-half-year-old is overwhelming. Remember back in your new mama days when the mere thought of feeding and bathing and diapering a baby seemed overwhelming? Remember that? Well, now you’re an old pro. Being a toddler mama is a lot like that; it feels impossible at first. It seems like you’ll never be able to go to the mall—or church—again. But you’ll figure it out. And before long you’ll be able to handle a whiney meltdown while calmly filing your nails and sipping an espresso.

[[a header]]How to Get into the Toddler Mama Groove

[[b header]]1. Give yourself a break.

I’m a perfectionist, so I tend to think of my kids’ behavior as a direct reflection on me. And then, when my kid acts obnoxiously, I blame myself for being a terrible mother. But mama mantra #1345 begs to differ: you are not a terrible mother because your kid just smeared Desitin all over your mother-in-law’s antique quilt. Or hasn’t eaten anything besides peanut butter and Cheerios in nine days. Or just stole a toy from another kid at playgroup.

I’m not saying you shouldn’t deal with these issues—you should—but simply that you can’t be hard on yourself because your kid is having a bad day. Motherhood is hard, and no mom in the history of the entire world has been a perfect mama—no one. With that in mind, even in your worst mama moments, cut yourself some slack. God has used some of the hardest times I’ve had as a mom—times when I wasn’t sure if I would survive the day, much less eighteen years—to show me how to depend on Him. And in order for God to use these trials to help me learn and grow, I have to let go of them and give them to God. Only He can make our paths—and our children’s paths—straight.

[[b header]]2. Give yourself a time-out from your kid.

Sometimes you just need a time-out. I remember a day like that. My son Joey had thrown a huge fit in Target because I hadn’t bought him a chocolate milk (mean mommy, right?) and that had escalated to a hysterically whiney car ride and a full-on toy-throwing tantrum when we got home. I called my mom. She told me to bring him over to her house.

I vegged in front of the TV while she took him to play in the sandbox and read him books. He calmed down. I calmed down. And by the time I had to go home to make dinner, I was a different mama—calm, cool, collected, and totally in love with my adorable son. Whoever said that absence makes the heart grow fonder was almost certainly the mom of a one-and-a-half-year-old. I can be at my wit’s end but after just an hour away, be rushing home for a chubby-armed toddler hug.

So, on those can’t-get-through-five-minutes-without-an-issue days, don’t be afraid to call a friend, call your mother, call someone. No one can do it alone, and chances are that your mother or your sister or your best girlfriend would be happy to take your kid to McDonalds for an hour or two . . . and return them full of chicken nuggets and French fries.

[[b header]]3. Plan Your Days to Include Movement.

In the past, you may have been able to get by with lazing around all morning and spending the afternoon reading stories, but most toddlers are active and need a lot of activity. And by “need a lot of activity,” I mean that if you don’t make sure your kid runs around for at least two hours out of every day, you’re pretty much guaranteed a five-star meltdown at nap time and an eight-star fit at dinner.

So, for your sanity (and your kid’s), try to work some activity into every day. One of my favorite things to do with my kids is to go into the backyard and play soccer. They love it because it’s fun. I love it because it counts as exercise for them and for me—and because a couple of years ago, after a couple of weeks of backyard soccer practice, my husband commented on my “sexy soccer-player calves.” Let’s just say I became a regular soccer fiend after that. Even a quick walk to the park or around the neighborhood can burn some of that pent-up toddler energy, especially if you let your kid walk at her pace instead of yours. Of course, that means you won’t get anywhere quickly, but who cares? At least you’ll be able to inspect every single acorn you see along the way.

[[b header]]4. Pray. For Yourself.

I know you’re praying for your kid. Like all the time. But what about for yourself? It’s hard to be a good mama—especially when your kid isn’t exactly full of sugar and spice and everything nice. So pray for patience. Pray for wisdom. And pray that you’ll be able to reflect Christ’s love in your life even when you’re on your last nerve.

Time-out for Mom

For When You’re Praying For Yourself as a Mother



You have searched me, Lord,
    and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
    you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
    you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
    you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
    and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
    too lofty for me to attain.  (Psalm 139:1-6)


Lord God, it is such an incredible thing that you—the creator of heaven and earth—know me personally.  You know my ever flaw, my every strength, my every thought and my every desire.  And so, I don't have to tell you that I desperately love my children and want to do whatever it takes to raise them in a way that's pleasing to you.  Lord, I need your help.  I cannot do it alone.  My human ways are weak—I grow impatient and selfish and angry.  But you are so much bigger than that and I pray that you fill me with your spirit so that I, in turn, can be like you.  Amen.







[[a header]]Toddler Dictionary

Just to get you started off right on your toddler mama journey, here’s a dictionary of common toddler words.

Bedtime [bed-tahym]: 1. The moment when—no matter how exhausted I’ve been all day—I suddenly feel wide-awake. 2. The moment when—no matter how much milk I left in my sippy cup at dinnertime—I suddenly feel extremely thirsty. 3. The moment when—no matter how independent I’ve felt all day—I suddenly feel extremely needy.

Binky [bing-k-ee]: (also known as: wubby, wubbalove, paci, pacifier) 1. The thing that—no matter how much my mom tries—I will refuse to go to bed without. 2. The thing that—no matter how much mom tries—I will refuse to leave the house without.

Broccoli [brok-uh-lee]: A green tree-like substance that should be immediately fed to the dog if placed on your highchair tray.

Chocolate milk [chaw-kuh-lit milk]: The only thing that will keep me from tossing a carton of eggs on the floor at the grocery store.

Crayon [krey-on, -uh n]: 1. The thing mom always puts in my hand when she wants me to be quiet at restaurants. 2. A tool for decorating walls, floors, and mom’s super-expensive antique coffee table. 3. A yummy snack.

Dog [dawg]: 1. The big thing lying on the floor that wants you to pull its tail. 2. Synonymous with “pony.”

Hair [hair]: A convenient place to wipe your hands after you’ve eaten mashed sweet potatoes or anything with maple syrup.

Mine [mahyn]: 1. Something that belongs to me. 2. Something that I want to belong to me. 3. Something that once belonged to me. 4. Something that I’ve seen before.

Park [pahrk]: 1. The place where I can run and scream as loud as I want and mom won’t tell me to stop. 2. The place where I will find unlimited amounts of gravel, rocks and dirt to roll in, get in my shoe, eat, and throw at other kids.

The Wiggles [th-uu wig-uh ls]: 1. The absolutely hilarious guys that mom—against her best judgment—introduced me to on that day that she was trying to answer sixty-two emails in one afternoon. 2. The fun concert that mom will—against her best judgment—take me to when they come to town. 3. The fun CD that mom will—against her best judgment—buy. 4. The fun CD that mom will—against her best judgment—play in the car CD player if I whine long enough.

Whine [wahyn]: 1. The noise you make when you really, really want something. 2. The noise you make when you really, really want something and mom says no. 3. The noise you make when you really, really want something and mom still keeps saying no. 4. The noise you make when you don’t remember what you wanted, but you know Mom will probably say no anyway.

Vegetable [vej-tuh-buh l]: A fun toy that mom puts on your dinner plate so you have something to throw during dinnertime.

[[a header]]Your Toddler is Fabulous (Even if She’s Fabulously Obnoxious at Times)

Even in the middle of the most hysterical, most obnoxious, most terrible one-and-a-half fit, if you look really, really close, your kid will still be pretty darn cute. That’s because your kid is a fabulously amazing (and independent) creation of God and even in the middle of her one-and-a-half-year-old glory, she is still pretty darn amazing.

The thing about the terrible twos is that they really aren’t that terrible. Sure, your kid acts terrible from time to time, but it’s because she is growing and learning and trying to figure out the world. And sometimes that figuring manifests itself as whining. And sometimes that growing manifests itself as fit-throwing. But in the middle of it all, God is working in your kid’s life, and you get the incredible privilege of getting a front-row seat to it all.

It’s easy to get frustrated with one-and-a-half-year-olds, but it’s also easy to love them for the real, honest, and utterly adorable children of God that they are. And with that in mind, let’s get on with our loving—and surviving—of the toddler years.


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Tuesday, April 2, 2013

The Christian Mama's Guide to Baby's First Year: Everything You Need to Know to Survive (and Love) Your First Year as a Mom (Christian Mama's Guide Series) by Erin MacPherson

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Thomas Nelson (April 9, 2013)

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

 Erin MacPherson is a mom of three who never does anything halfway. When she discovered she was pregnant she decided to write about it—but then kept writing. A former staff writer and editor for Nickelodeon, Erin now entertains parents on her personal blog as well as through freelance magazine articles, devotionals and speaking. She wants to come beside her readers not only as a confidant and Christian sister, but also as a best girlfriend who understands what daily life is all about.

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SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

The Christian Mama's Guide to Baby's First Year:  An entertaining, practical guide for first-time mamas and those who need a baby refresher course.

The new mom initiation ritual involves sleepless nights, an inexplicable obsession with baby booties, and more questions than answers. This take on everything baby offers new moms the Christian girlfriend advice she needs to feel confident in her new role, including:

  • getting into the motherhood groove
  • breastfeeding advice
  • suggestions for losing the baby weight—before your baby is no longer a baby
  • time management tips that may just help you find time to do laundry—before you run out of clean underwear
  • how you can manage to be a godly mother and a good wife on less than three hours of sleep a night

Easy-to-read and relatable, this been-there-done-that guide answers these questions and more with a dose of humor an a lot of grace so that new moms can become the moms that God intended them to be during their baby's first year.


Product Details:
List Price: $15.99

Paperback: 240 pages
Publisher: Thomas Nelson (April 9, 2013)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0849964741
ISBN-13: 978-0849964749




AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:



Welcome to Club Mom



Congratulations.  You (yes, you) are an official, card-carrying member of the greatest club of all: Club Mom.  And talk about an initiation ritual.  You just survived months of morning sickness, forty (plus) pounds of weight gain, and seventeen hours of labor and delivery.  Or, if you adopted, you trekked through seventy billion pages of paperwork, months of ups and downs and nail-biting nerves.  But you did it—and you did it all for that teeny, tiny, eight-ish pound baby that you already love more than anything in the world.

I was inducted into the club two days after Christmas in 2005 when my son, Josiah, was born.  And what a day that was!  I was exhausted.  And groggy.  And in pain.  But I was overjoyed.  My son was literally the most amazing, gorgeous, beautiful baby that had ever been born.  (Yours is too, right?)  And from that moment on, I knew that Club Mom was exactly the place I wanted to be.

Isn't motherhood wonderful?  I certainly don't need to tell you how fabulous your new baby is—but just for fun, let's talk about your baby for a minute.  That downy-soft hair.  Big need-you eyes.  Chubby round cheeks.  Big ole potbelly.  Fat, delicious knees.  Tiny, stubby toes.  Amazing!  And adorable! And, best of all, knit together by the Creator of the Universe Himself with a very specific and wonderful purpose in mind.  No wonder you feel so awestruck every time you sneak into your baby's nursery for one last goodnight kiss.

Of course, just because you've been initiated into Club Mom doesn't mean you know what you're doing.  I learned the hard way (read: through countless messy diaper blow-outs) that motherhood has a huge learning curve.  And nobody becomes a pro-mom—you know, the kind who carries a fully stocked diaper bag and manages to nurse her baby to sleep while picking up groceries—without practice . . . and some good, solid, mama-to-mama advice.

That's why I'm here—to get you from the spit-up-covered, baggy-eyed mama that you are now—to the proud, camera-wielding, frosting-covered mama that you will be on your baby's first birthday.  And what a journey it will be—in the next year, you'll learn how to sleep while simultaneously spoon-feeding your baby tiny pieces of cheese and videoing your baby's adorable lip smacking, how to remove yellow stains from expensive, grandma-purchased, white baby clothes, and how to puree food using nothing but a spoon and your own ingenuity.

Yes, in the next year, you're going to learn a lot.  How to care for your baby.  How to be a godly mother.  And how to embrace the ups and downs of motherhood while maintaining some semblance of the hip person you really are.  As you can imagine, that's not an easy thing to do—especially when you're running on about three (interrupted) hours of sleep a night.

But, it is doable!  And you're going to do great!  So welcome to the club.



A note for my particularly scrupulous readers:  You may notice that all of the pronouns in this book are male.  This was a decision made by my editors and I in order to keep the copy simple and consistent.  It in no way means that that this book is more applicable to boys or that I intended the tips and advice in this book to be just for boys.  So, if you happen to have a daughter (like I do), please mentally substitute "her" for "him" and "she" for "he" as you read.  And then write a very serious letter to whoever invented the English language letting them know how much easier our lives would be if pronouns weren't gender specific.





Chapter 1

Getting Into the New Mama Groove

Surviving and Thriving as a New Mom





Being a new mom isn't as easy as it looks.  I remember going to the grocery store when my son was a few months old and standing in line behind a woman who had three kids.  She stood there, thumbing through a magazine with her baby sleeping peacefully in a sling while her two older (and perfectly behaved) children sat quietly in the cart and quizzed each other on phonics.  Phonics.  No joke!  And to top it all off, the woman was wearing real pants (not sweats) and I think I spotted a smidgeon of mascara on her eyes.  My jaw dropped in awe.  How did she do that?

Meanwhile I stood there wearing a ratty, spit-up-covered T-shirt, my hair in a greasy pony tail, bouncing up and down in line while singing "Jesus Loves Me" to try to make my son stop screaming so that I could at least make it through the check-out line and buy milk.  And I wondered how I was ever going to be able to do normal things—like go to the grocery store or (gasp!) have a social life—without enduring a total meltdown (both the baby's and mine).

Being a mom is hard.  Way back in the 1960s, two psychologists named Holmes and Rah decided to study the link between major life events and stress.  They did a bunch of research and interviewed a ton of people and came to the startling conclusion that major life changes—you know, like having a baby—are stressful.  Um, well, duh.

Of course having a new baby is stressful!  In a matter of minutes, you go from a fashionable, intelligent, and totally (okay, mostly) put-together woman to a blubbering, still-trying-to-lose-the-baby-weight mother who is exhausted, overwhelmed, and can't figure out how to use the nasal aspirator.  It's a huge life change—and most mamas (like me!) need some time to get the hang of it.

But you’ll get there.  Okay, so chances are you’ll probably never stand in line at the grocery store while your kid discusses the intricacies of phonics, but you’ll certainly get to the point where you can manage to put on real pants and buy milk without feeling like a bumbling fool.  I promise.



How to Get Into the New Mom Groove

1.  Give yourself a break.  Remember that seemingly perfect mom I told you about earlier in the chapter?  The one who managed to wear pants and mascara while wrangling three kids?  Well, fabulous as she is, you have to remember that she has three kids . . . which means she's had a lot of practice.  I'm willing to bet that there was a point in time when she also stood in the grocery store with a screaming baby in her arms while covered in spit-up from head to toe.

You're not going to have the mom thing down pat right away—or ever.  Case in point:  We flew from Texas to Oregon right around my son's first birthday.  With a full year's experience of being a mom under my belt, I had everything under control.  Or so I thought.  Right after we got on the plane, I realized that my son had a dirty diaper—and, of course, in the process of trying to change it on the cramped plane, I managed to completely soil his pants, his shirt ,and his sweater.  I reached for the diaper bag—only to realize that I had checked it.  I had nothing.  Well, nothing except for a naked baby on an airplane in December.

Every mom has a story like that—well, maybe not exactly like that, but I'm pretty sure every mom forgets to bring a change of clothes once or twice.  And when things happen that make us look inexperienced or clueless or just plain frazzled, we have to take it in stride.  Realize we're doing the best we can.  And confidently ask everyone around us if we can please borrow a diaper.



2. Give yourself a break from baby. You heard me.  If you’re going to stay sane, you need to pry yourself away from your little schnookums every once in awhile.  I’m not telling you to go away on a four-week African safari, but it certainly wouldn’t hurt you to sneak out of the room while your baby is sleeping and take a shower.  Or, if you’re feeling really brave, you could leave your baby with your mom and go out to the Tastee Freez with your husband.

The point is that as wonderful as your baby is, you need some time to be you.  And seeing as how you weren't always a brand-new mom with a brand-new baby attached to your hip, it's good for you to pry that baby off of your hip every once in awhile and go back to being your fabulous self—give or take ten to fifteen pounds.

When my son was a few weeks old, my husband suggested (okay, demanded) that I leave the baby with him and go to the mall with my sister.  I whined and moaned and worried that something would happen.  But I eventually left.  And we had a great time.  We were only gone an hour or two (I was breast-feeding) but I remember feeling so liberated walking around carrying just my purse.  I felt like a real person again!



3.  Pace yourself. When you have a new baby in tow, there is no way you can do all the things you used to do back in the day.  That’s fine.  It’s okay that the house only gets vacuumed when your mother-in-law comes or that an entire day’s worth of activities constitutes a run to Target to buy diapers.  Yes, you headed up the world committee on organic gardening while holding down a full-time job and a seventy-hour-per-week volunteer ministry in your pre-baby days, but you just aren't going to be able to do that now that you have kids.  And that's okay.

The good news is that you'll get back into your do-everything-and-volunteer-at-the-soup-kitchen-to-boot groove soon enough.  I remember feeling so incompetent when my son was a newborn.  I felt like nothing got accomplished at my house.  Ever.  But you know what?  My son didn't stay a newborn and I didn't stay a newborn mom forever.  Now I head the snack committee for my son's football league and organize the class picnic and write the newsletter for my MOPS group.  And some days, I kind of miss those nostalgic new mom days when my only daily responsibility was making sure my son got fed.



4. Let your friends help. It takes a whole village—or at least an entire extended family and a church group—to raise a child.  And yet so many young mamas try to do it alone.  I remember being nervous when my friends offered to set up a CareCalendar (www.carecalendar.org) to bring me meals after my baby was born.  I didn't want them to think I wasn't capable—and I certainly didn't want them to feel like they had to wait on me.  Of course they didn't feel that way at all.  They wanted to help—just like I do when my friends have babies.

Here's the way I look at it:  when you have a brand-new baby and are recovering from what was possibly a very traumatic labor, you need all the help you can get.  So accept whatever your friends and family offer you gratefully—and make a mental note to do the same when they need you.  And, the truth is, unless you're still asking your friends to make you dinner and clean your house when your baby is ten months old, no one will feel like they're waiting on you.  They love you.  They want to bless you.  And you'd do the same for them in a heartbeat.



5.  Try to maintain a sense of normalcy. Yes, your house is messy.  Yes, your clothes don’t fit.  Yes, you feel like a completely different person than you were before your baby was born.  But that doesn’t mean everything has to change.  Try to do one thing every day that the “old” you would’ve done—whether it’s obsessively de-cluttering the kitchen counter or simply putting on a coat of mascara.

When my son was a new baby, I made myself a little "get yourself together" schedule.  Okay, I didn't call it that, but everyday I "scheduled" one household task or errand or job to do so that I felt like I had responsibilities outside of slouching on the couch with my boob in my son's mouth while watching TLC.  Some of my jobs were easy—like reading the new issue of Parenting from cover to cover.  Others were a bit more difficult, like trying to figure out how to make the wipe-warmer actually keep wipes warm.



Time-out for Mom

For When You’re Just Getting Into the Swing of The New Mom Thing



 “He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.” (Isaiah 40:1)



Father God, What a blessing my new baby is.  There is nothing you could've given me that is more wonderful, more beautiful and more telling of your love.  Thank you.  And Lord, while my life has totally changed, thank you for dealing gently with me and showering me with your grace when I need it most.  Lead me, Lord God, so that I can raise this precious baby in a way that guides him to Your kingdom.  Amen.



Ways You've Changed Since Becoming a Mom

The old you: Wore cute, belly-hugging tops and styled your hair every single day without fail.
The new you: Has been wearing the same pajamas now for a week.  (To your defense, they're really, really cute pajamas.)
The old you: Never missed an episode of Downton Abbey.
The new you: Never misses an episode of the Late, Late Show.  Ever.  (What else are you supposed to do when Lil’ Mr. Hungrypants is always wanting to eat at one am?)
The old you: Knew how to make a mean grilled cheese sandwich.
The new you: Has grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner.  Three times every week.
The old you: Skipped out on the super-long and boring HOA meeting because it was super-long and boring.
The new you: Wishes you could go to the super-long and boring HOA meeting (at least it'd get you out of the house) but can't because it’s during your baby’s nap time.
The old you: Never had time to lunch with your girlfriends.
The new you: Lets your baby nap in the infant seat while you have lunch with your girlfriends who you haven’t seen for weeks.
The old you: Felt guilty if you went to bed without doing the dinner dishes.
The new you: Spends the entire day watching your sweet baby sleep—and is completely okay with the fact that the same cereal bowl has been sitting in the sink for a week.


Christian Mama Style

True story:  When I told my friend that I was writing a Christian pregnancy guide, she said, "Every pregnant mom experiences the same morning sickness and the same weight gain.  So why would I need a special pregnancy guide just for Christian moms?  Seems like any old pregnancy guide would say the exact same things."

And she's right—sort of.  Yes, every mom, Christian or not, shares similar experiences as she learns to navigate being a parent.  Every mom feels that intense I-will-never-be-able-to-get-over-how-amazing-you-are feeling while simultaneously freaking out about the fact that they are entirely and utterly responsible for the tiny life in their arms.  Us mama bears are fiercely protective of our babies—both physically and emotionally—and we'll do anything and everything we can to make sure our babies are safe, healthy, and happy.  It's human nature.

But what makes Christian moms different is that Christian moms also care deeply about our family’s relationship with Jesus along the way.  We want to grow closer to Jesus in this journey of parenthood and we want our kids to grow up to love Him with all of their hearts, their souls, and their minds.  And in the meantime we also want to teach our kids character, help them to grow rock-solid faiths, sow in them a joyful hope in Jesus, and help them to realize that while they are flawed human beings, they serve a God who is perfect yet forgiving and loving yet powerful.  A tall order.  But, before you really start to freak out (I know the very thought of that makes my mind start to whir with thoughts of my own unworthiness), I want to remind you that it is God who can and will work in your kid's lives.  It is God who knit them together with a perfect plan in mind for their lives.  And it is God who will work to help that plan come into fruition.  Isn't that a relief?

Of course, we as parents aren't totally off the hook.  God calls us to love and nurture our children in the fear and admonition of the Lord.  And that starts from day one.  Yes, that's right.  You can start teaching your baby about Jesus from the day he or she is born.  Here are a few easy ways to do just that.



Pray.  It's probably a given that most Christian moms pray for their kids.  But, I also know what it's like to be in that crazy newborn phase where there's never enough time for basics like sleeping or showering.  And when I was in that phase, prayer time often got relegated to the back burner.  I want to encourage you to get in the habit of praying for your kids—and praying often.  One way I've found to be purposeful about prayer is to use Scripture to pray for your kids.  (The book Praying God's Word for Your Life by Kathi Lipp has some great ideas on how to do this.)  I've spent the last six months reading the book of Ephesians and then using the words in that scripture to pray for my three kids. It's been a powerful experience where God has revealed a lot to me about His plan for them.
Adjust your expectations.  One thing I had to learn as a new mom was that my time with Jesus was just different than before I had kids.  In my pre-kid days, I would often set aside extended periods of time every morning to pray and read my Bible.  If I needed more time with God, I could just set my alarm a little earlier.  But I think any mom will tell you that a baby is no match for an alarm clock and that it's almost a guarantee that if you set an alarm for six am, your baby will wake up at ten to six.  Because of this, I had to learn to take mini-prayer breaks throughout the day as well as find alternative times (like during my baby's nap) to read my Bible.
Sing songs.  I love the song "Change My Heart, Oh God," so when my daughter was tiny, I would sit in my rocker, snuggle her against me, and sing that song over and over.  For months and months, that's how she fell asleep.  And even now, more than four years later, she still sings that song, loudly and clearly, whenever she's down or upset.  It's become a comfort to her.
Set an example.  Get into the habit of spending thirty minutes each morning—at a time when your baby can see you and hear you—reading your Bible and praying.  Sure, a two-month-old isn't going to know what's going on, but as your baby grows and recognizes that Mommy spends time every day in the same spot, praying to God, he or she might be inspired to do the same.
Expose them to the Bible.  I get that busting out a King James Version with a six-month-old will probably only fly for fourteen seconds, but try giving your kids access to the Bible in age-appropriate chunks.  Point out a rainbow in the sky and talk about the story of Noah's ark.  Read short Bible stories from a children's Bible.  Talk about how God created everything we see in the world.  As your baby grows, these simple conversations will be woven in with experiences to become part of his spiritual legacy.


Being a Mom Rocks!

The truth is that being a mom is the best thing ever—regardless of how many diapers you’ve changed or how many times your baby woke you up last night.  Your baby is pretty much the most amazing thing that has happened to you.  And, aside from the fact that your life is a teensy bit nuttier than it's ever been before, your life is also so much sweeter.  Nothing beats baby smiles, melodic gurgles. and chubby baby knees.   Nothing.

Plus, when you have a new baby, you feel like you're a rock star.  Everywhere you go, people will point and ooh and ahh and try to get a glimpse underneath the baby blanket.  People will hold doors open for your baby stroller and give you advice on elevators.  People will strike up conversations with you, wistfully thinking about the days that their now-thirty-year-olds were that small.  And everyone—and I mean everyone—will marvel at how strong/smart/alert/quiet/sweet your baby is.

Even when things start to feel tough—like when your baby wakes you up seventeen times in the middle of the night and you've gone through an entire package of diapers in twenty-four hours—there's nothing that will ever damper the feeling you have for that baby in your arms.  Nothing.  In my new mom days, I was completely in awe of my son and the love I felt for him.

Experiencing that kind of love showed me a lot about the love God has for us.  Of course, we could never love like He does, but just the experience of being a mom and loving a child made me overwhelmingly grateful.  In John 3:1, the bible tell us to " For example, 1 John 3:1: “See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!”  God loves me more than I could ever comprehend—yet holding my son for the first time, I got a glimpse of it.  What an amazing feeling.

Anyway, now that you have your mama groove, it's time to talk about the nitty-gritty of newborn parenting.  How do you change your baby's diaper without getting pee all over yourself?  How do you know when his cries are real or when he's just working out a secret plan to keep you awake all night long?  And how in the world do you get those crazy (but adorable) button-up jumpsuits buttoned when your baby is squirming and wiggling?  Let's find out.







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