Sometimes, it just happens. A perfect long weekend. Followed by a perfect week. Even though there’s really no such thing as perfect, perfect is just too good a word to not be used, especially if you mean something close. These photographs were taken on Easter Sunday. I have more of these where it came from, they’re just too many to flood my Instagram with so I thought I’d post some of them here on the blog. :)
No yaya and no work, we spent the entire weekend being lazy and spending much-needed quality time with the girls. We went to a family reunion on Friday, but pretty much stayed in the rest of the weekend. It was the Holy Week, and although most of our activities included drawing on the wall, dancing to Hi-5, singing silly songs, learning new words and colors, and making sure the little babes were happy and entertained, there’s much realization for me about the power of the cross and God’s presence in this season of my life.
To say that these girls (and their Daddy!) changed my life is an understatement. Being a wife and mom stretched me, made me do things I never imagined doing, brought me the greatest joy (and pain!), made me stronger and weaker at the same time, made me more appreciative of the little things, changed me for the better, drew me ever closer to God.
On being a Mommy
Once I said I don’t feel like I fit the mommy profile. I was never motherly, and motherhood doesn’t seem to be my greatest strength. (Although if you see my white hair, unmanicured nails, and unworn heels, you would say that I do fit the mommy profile! Haha.)
It’s just that, I feel more confident doing other things, like designing stuff, creating websites, gathering people for a cause, working. And yet somehow the Lord made me a mother—not really my forte if you know what I’m saying.
But it’s all good! It’s good to feel inadequate, unworthy, lost. It’s good to not be so confident about something God has called me to do. It’s good because the feeling of inadequacy and unworthiness makes me hold on to Him tighter, and depend on His strength, provision and grace even more.
A realization dawned on me on Easter Sunday as I read and listened to the story of the resurrection anew—Mary and a group of women found the tomb first. I know that’s not exactly a new discovery but I never really saw it in that angle before. In His wisdom the Lord picked a group of women to see that the tomb was open, and used these women as His mouth piece to tell the rest of the disciples that Jesus is alive! To think these women were simply bringing some spices they prepared to the tomb of Jesus—very motherly and domesticated I must say. :)
I don’t know about you, but that realization kindof blew my mind. It made me feel validated as a mother, and as a woman, and my role in bringing God’s message to my family, my children, and wherever the Lord tells me to bring it. And if that means preparing spices, or changing diapers, or chasing toddlers, or dancing to Hi-5, or serving food and working hard and being at home with the children, then I’ll very gladly do it.
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I kinda miss posting photographs of the twins ala- 52-week challenge. These two are growing way too fast! I think their photographs look really nice on my blog. :)