This is a bumper sticker that I recently saw on the back of one of the newest, "coolest" minivans on the market and it inspired a Kelso family blog redesign.
Dan and I- we used to be cool. We loved late night poker games, camping in sub-freezing weather, UFC fights, catching a no-name band at a pub, roadtrips to absolutely nowhere with absolutely no planning . . . or gear, going to the movies to catch the latest comedy. I loved shopping for clothes and decorating. Dan loved to fish and sit around talking with the guys about "man-stuff," whatever that is.
Yeah, we used to be cool... I think. At least we felt that way.
"They" say having children changes things and boy are they right! Whoever "they" are.
Cool is gone! The things we get excited about now...
getting to bed early
avoiding our turn to change the dirty diaper
getting through a meal at a restuarant without a complete and total meltdown
teaching Izzie to throw away her own diapers
hand-me-down kids clothes
the spit-up hitting the floor instead of our shirt... or face
GOING TO WALMART ALONE!
making it through a whole movie before falling asleep
getting out a few times a month just Dan and I
It sounds all bad, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Even though becoming parents has changed our lives tremendously, its definitely not for the worst. Sure at first glance it doesn't seem "cool" to have spit-up crusted hair or poop on your freshly washed bed sheets. But our definition of cool has been changing over the last couple of years, especially over the last few months.
I wont lie, just a few months ago I was struggling. I am big pregnant with stretch marks that make me look like I belong on Animal Planet. It seemed like everyday something new happened that made me think... "i used to be cool" and now I'm just a mommy. All day everyday. I hear that this is a common emotion for mothers, so I'm hoping that I'm not the only one. But the Lord has been doing some amazing work on my heart.
Children are a heritage from the LORD, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth.
What a joy to be chosen as a mother! To be given the responsibility of yeilding the arrows our children's lives. Sure, it's totally scary! But its totally cool! As Isabelle is getting older I am beginning to see the first fruits of raising your children up in the Lord. Why is my life wicked cool?
I get to see Izzie sing "Jesus Loves Me." Which pretty much consists of her saying "jeus" over and over.
She holds our hands to pray.
She runs to get the Bible to read with us at night.
Yeah, my definition of "cool" has changed.