After 5 years of being a stay-at-home mom, I found the wonder of mothering slowly starting to get crowded out by the mundane feeling. I realized our world seems to surround people with the negative, and complaining about blessings seems totally acceptable. So I decided to fight against that "normalcy" and focus only on the positive. I look back to my first year as a mom when everything was new and keeping house was fun and I aim to have that attitude again. This blog is my outlet to showcase the daily miracles that surround me in my blessed life as a stay-at-home mom so that I will never forget the wonder of it all.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Bittersweet Tears

I'm not a crier.  My husband knows that if I'm crying, its a BIG deal because I generally only cry when our babies are born. 

But today, I will cry. 

My baby boy is one. 

They will all be happy tears, but most will be bittersweet.  Why?  I can't fully explain it even to my husband.  And trying to would only frustrate me because words would only make my reasons sound less than they are since words just can't describe a mother's heart. 

But oh.......I LOVE this boy!  How one can look at their one year old, so happy all the time, and not believe an amazing loving Heavenly Father created him is beyond me.  My baby boy didn't just happen, he was CREATED by a Father so loving, he molded Kian in HIS image.  That makes me love the Lord so much more because if I look at my baby son, His mere image, and feel near perfection......I can only imagine God's perfection. 

Thank you dear Lord for this boy.  You have blessed me to tears.

Kian and I about to leave the hospital

Kian with my Papa, his namesake, who brought his
harmonica to the hospital to play for Kian just hours after
his birth.


  1. O my gosh! I just about cried reading this.

  2. Such a sweet post! Happy Birthday to your sweet boy! You are an amazing mama!! Have a great day celebrating your little gift from God!!

  3. Children are so precious, even when they're no longer children. You are such a gift to me, Jen. Love you.