Thursday, July 9, 2015

My Growing Girl and Book Talk

Hi.

I'm not much of a morning person.  Something really exciting has to be going on for me to feel like one.  You know, like leaving on a big vacation or something of that ilk.  It takes a great deal for me to not hate life during the morning 5 o'clock hour.

This little girl manages to make me smile during that hour.

Aimee Flinkman's photo.
 
This morning I realized that her newborn looks are gone.  Vanished.  Seemingly overnight.  I've noticed her growing bigger and filling out and becoming more alert, but some of those newborn qualities were hanging on.

No longer.  My baby is a baby now.  Not a newborn.  She is over a month old now, after all.  That fact saddens and excites me.  I never expected to love the newborn stage so much.  I've always longed for babies to hurry up and get to two months because they seem less breakable and more entertaining by then.  Not so scary.

But my newborn wasn't scary.  I  mean, maybe a little, but she was also amazing, and the amazing part took me by major surprise.  Turns out I love the immobile, always down to snuggle, sleeps all the time, teeny-tiny baby month, and I'm sad to see that stage end so quickly.

However, yesterday her eyes locked on my face.  I knew she was really seeing me.  And then she smiled.  It wasn't just a gas-related smile.  She reacted to me.  And this went on for at least twenty minutes.  It was blissful.

I suppose that's one of the lessons of motherhood.  Each new stage brings something wonderful to ease the pain of leaving the previous one.

Well, I said I'd tell you about that book.

Aimee Flinkman's photo.
 
The Bible Tells Me So, by Peter Enns, was a difficult book for me to read.  Not because of lofty vocabulary or over-my-head concepts, but because it made me question things I thought I knew.
 
The part I struggled with the most was when he said that maybe some of the events we read about didn't actually happen the way they are portrayed in the Bible.  This made me want to set the book down throw the book across the room and not pick it up again.
 
However, he goes on to say that the Bible is a book of stories written by an ancient people, and that we need to realize they lived in a completely different culture than we do today.  That is an extremely basic breakdown of a large portion of his book. 
 
Much of what he says boils down to the fact that the Bible still works just the way it is.  We don't have to protect and defend, or try to explain it.  (Like explaining why God would tell the Israelites to wipe out entire cultures... because if we're being honest, doesn't that bother us?  What kind of gracious and compassionate God would order such a travesty?)
 
He says that this messy, strange Bible is the Bible that God gave us.  Not a neat and tidy rule book for life.  It is a book worth reading and paying attention to because God uses it to bring us to a deeper trust in him.  We were, after all, called to defend our faith, not the Bible.
 
One of his final points is that the Bible is not the center of the Christian faith.  Wait, what?!  That's right- the Bible is not the center- Jesus is, and if we pay attention to the Bible, we will realize that the Bible doesn't ask us to look at it, but through it. 
 
Another point he made was that the Bible is not a weapon for us to use against others.  Sure, it says it's sharper than a double-edged sword, but God is the one pointing it at each of us individually.  It is where we meet with God, "die" to ourselves and "accept the challenge of scripture, knowing [we] will be undone in the process."
 
The book made me wary of reading passages out of context.  But at the same time, it mentions that even Jesus read his Bible "creatively," and that doing so wasn't all that strange to the Jewish culture of his day. 
 
It made me question many of the beliefs I hold just because that's what I've been taught all my life, and that scared me.  It made me uncomfortable, which is why I felt so much better when I read "An unsettled faith is a maturing faith."  Enns points out that feeling unsettled may mean that God is pushing us out of our comfort zone, that he may be trying to get us to experience him more fully and to grow.
 
I think one of my favorite lines from the book is "In the spiritual life, the opposite of fear is not courage, but trust."
 
So, I guess while I grapple with all of these ideas, I should feel encouraged rather than discouraged because they are doing what they are meant to do.  They are making me trust in God, not a book.
 
Well that got a little long-winded, so kudos to you if you read the whole thing.  I honestly would recommend the book.  It was tough.  (For me at least, but that could be because I'm a firstborn and don't like to go against the grain.)
 
Let me know if you do decide to read it.  I'd love to chat about it! 
 
Right now I have a sleepy babe who wants to be cuddled.  It's a rough life I'm leading,
 
Later.
 
Aim


Wednesday, July 8, 2015

The Little Firecracker's First 4th

Heeeey.

Sleeping baby means hurry and post as many pictures from the holiday weekend as possible, right?  Right??

I thought so.  Never mind the hampers full of clothes that need to be sorted.  They're not going anywhere.

Much to my chagrin, I didn't capture as many moments as I would have liked.  Here's what I managed to get:

 
[Evelyn with Aunt Sember in their coordinating patriotic apparel]
 
[Snoozing through meeting Uncle Donny]
 
 
[Getting in some quality snuggle time with Grandma Lynn]
 
[A little father-son chat]
 
 
[Getting to know Grandma Cris a little]
 
[Finally got to meet and enjoy snuggles with her Grandpa Herb this weekend!]
 
 
[I think her favorite spot at Grandma and Grandpa's is going to be in Grandpa's rocking chair.]
 
[Relaxing on the porch swing with Grandma Beth]
 
[Truce? eyes after a rough afternoon for mom and baby]
 
 
[Grandma and Aunt Katie teaching Evie mischief]
 
  
["Wipe boogies on Mommy?  I could never!"]
 
[Snuggling with my favorite girls]
 
[Post-late night meal faces are some of my favorites.]
 
[So, so, so glad Grandma Beth and Grandpa Herb joined us for the long weekend!]
 
[Being burped is not her favorite.]
 
[Still making us laugh with her expressions]
 
[Sleeping through her first Rude family pictures... photo courtesy de Aunt Sember]
 
[And fussing through her first Rude cousin picture... photo courtesy de Ash and Caleb]
 
[Newest Rude-side babies. Photo courtesy de Ash and Caleb...
Funny faces and karate kicks courtesy de Savannah and Evie]
 
[Bad headaches call for baby snuggles]
 
 
We had a great, albeit tiring holiday weekend.  I think the excitement was a bit much for the little lady to get used to, which contributed to a few missed photo ops.  There's always next time though.
 
Next time, I plan to tell you about that Bible book I mentioned awhile back.  Take care until then.
 
Aim


Thursday, July 2, 2015

What Motherhood Looks Like Right Now

Hi.

I read a blog post recently, where the woman talked about what motherhood looked like for her right now.  I really enjoyed it and wanted to document the same for me because I know there are many little things happening right now that I want to make sure I remember.  (Granted, my list is very different from her list because she has a four-year-old boy and I have a month old girl who sleeps 90% of the time.)

So, for my future, scatter-brained self and anyone else who cares, this is what motherhood looks like right now:


Snuggling.  Lots of snuggling.  And a constant inner struggle to determine if I should put her in bed for her naps, or if I should just keep snuggling.  Guess which one almost always wins.


Being that paranoid new mom who keeps checking to see if my baby's breathing while she's sleeping because she seems so still.


Taking a trillion photos of each expression she makes because we swear it's different than it was before.  Or maybe we just don't have a photo of the expression with that outfit.


Loving that she is starting to grasp more.  She holds on to my shirt and my fingers tighter than she used to, and I can feel her grab my side more when she eats.

Balancing and bouncing a baby to sleep in one arm while trying to hold a book in the other.

 

Wondering if we have time to run to Target in between her meals.


Cracking up at the faces she makes.

 

Sobbing/cry-whispering, "You're ok.  We're ok," when she cries inconsolably.

Disbelief at how fast she is changing on me already.


Crying when I think about potential hurts she will face in the future.

Laughing because we literally cheer her on while she massively fills diapers because we know that means a happier baby.

Having a love/hate relationship with nursing.  It's rough, but I love the passed out little cutie it results in.


Watching as she fills out.  Her skinny newborn fingers are turning into pudgy infant hands, and her wrinkly leg skin is disappearing and being replaced with small rolls.


Denial that I'm going to have to go back to work and be away from her all day.

All in all, motherhood looks pretty great right now.  This little babe is so sweet, it almost hurts.

 

Later,

Aim