Mother’s Day Muse

Somehow I feel I should be writing about Mother’s Day this week… and yet, I am feeling drastically underqualified to comment about such things. Raised 4 kids. Grieved the loss of a child. Learned from some of the best moms going. Boys. Girls. Fur babies. The check list is filled with seemingly adequate accomplishments on the Mother-of-all-time list. But that is one of the funny things about motherhood isn’t it? There are no instructions lists. No colour-coded guide book on how to raise children. God gives us some help in His Word, but a lot of it is trial and error isn’t it? Not to mention the fact that each kid is different from the next. In some respects, that’s what makes the challenge of parenting worth the effort! You never know what your gonna get!

Therefore, instead of writing a long post about my adventures in motherhood, I simply want to encourage you: do the best you can. Pray a lot. Trust others and ask for help when you need it. Be blessed and appreciate the little things. One of my favourite verses is Luke 2:19, where the narrator of the Christmas story reminds us that even when all the chaos of shepherds, angels and barn animals were encroaching on Mary’s person, she simply “treasured up these things and pondered them in her heart”.

If you’ve been reading mittonmusings for some time, you’ve heard me mention this before. You’ve seen the glimpses of my “ponderings” and “mused” along with me about the treasures I find each week. Even this year, as I reflect on the most recent Mother’s Day, I am reminded of the strong women who have influenced me in my parenting journey. And I see the next generation reflecting the efforts of the “village” that helped raise them. Reflections I treasure. Methods I sometimes ponder deeply.

Thank you for following along with me each week, here in this little corner of the internet that we call “home”. Your comments, likes and follows affirm that somehow my words are valid. That somehow someone “out there” is interested in the quirkiness of our crew and the adventures we share. Keep them coming, my beloveds!

Here are some links to previous “muses” you might be interested in:

To Begin to Be

Another week has literally flown by in my world! It’s almost a contradiction of sorts…we are supposed to be in a “stay-at-home”/ lockdown situation and yet I have been busier now than before the pandemic! I’m spending long hours at work, while everyone else is at home dirtying dishes, eating up the food and otherwise creating messes that no one has time to clean up because zoom meetings and stay at home activities are consuming all the rest of the waking hours. It’s tiring, this “not doing anything”. Which makes it seem like there is nothing to write about… everything is vaccines, Covid numbers and infection rates. Is there nothing else to talk about?

Of course, there are always things to muse and ponder over… we just have to be prompted in the right direction, which was my go-to this week… a writing prompt (thanks “The Grace Space” Facebook group!) I chose the word “become”. A verb. An action word. “To begin to be” is how google describes it. I like that. “To begin to be”. It evokes images of emerging from a cocoon, transformed into a new being…changed. Metamorphosis. Transformation from one thing to the next. I suppose it is not necessarily the direct change, but the process of change? Hmmnn. A good word to ponder: become.

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We helped our eldest move in to her first bachelor apartment this weekend. She has “become” an official tenant of her own space. In charge of paying rent, filling out forms, and signing up for her own bills. She’s responsible for her own space and must now manage it unfettered from her parents. She has “become” independent. As mom, I am excited for her. I am curious to see how things play out. She’s been out of the house since starting University, but this is one more step… out of the nest. As parents, we will certainly be available for advice giving, guidance and care packages. You are welcome “home” for a meal and free laundry, but the time has come to venture and learn and grow on your own.

Likewise, the youngest became an official teenager this week. Age thirteen means no more excuses. It also means we can no longer eat off the children’s menu and get the “under 12” discounts. The kids have become adult material. Well, at least teenage material. “Begin to be”. I guess the hubby and I are becoming empty nesters. I know it is only beginning to be because the state of my house indicates there are certainly still fledglings hanging around eating up all the snacks! Yet, we are beginning to see glimpses of the future. Now don’t get all sentimental on me. This is what you trained them up for! (Read more of my thoughts about this here.). It delights my heart to watch my kids take on tasks that challenge and grow them. Perhaps I am a little too eager for their independence. Perhaps I will regret not keeping them young a little longer. So far, I am enjoying the “beginning to be”.

One of the very first verses I had to memorize as a kid was 2Corinthians 5:17:

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation.[a] The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”


The bible is full of verses similar to this. Thoughts about “becoming”. “Beginning to be”. Changing, not only from our former (sinful) selves, but continuing to grow, mature and develop “in Christ”. Maturing. Much like my children are doing as they go through this earthly life. The scholarly word for this becoming is sanctification. Being set apart as holy, and refining oneself to a life of purity, consecration and Biblical service. Here at mittonmusings, we call it the faith journey… one that I share about each week (even when I don’t feel I have much to write about!). It’s not about the perfection, but about the journey, the process, the “begin to be” action word. Butterflies are one of my favourite symbols of this journey. You will notice them on our logo and blog banner… because they give us a very clear example of how our lives are changed from the touch of Christ: we start out as lumpy, worm like caterpillars and emerge as changed beings… still fragile and delicate but beautiful nonetheless. It’s an image that makes me smile. What will you “begin to be” this week, my beloved?

Photo by Alexander Löwe on Unsplash

Blissful Rest

One of my favourite things to do on the weekends is sleep in. After a long work week, there is nothing more I look forward to than snuggling under the covers way past the alarm. I am sure there are those of you who are reading this with great distain, saying things like “but the day is half over”, “you’d be so much more productive if you got up early” and “it’s not good for you to get that much sleep”. My response? Bah, humbug. This nighthawk loves her comfort zone.

According to my internet searches, the average person sleeps about a third of their lifetime, some 229,961 hours of blissful rest. On average, we are sleeping a few hours less than we did 10 years ago. Something about workaholics, artificial light and caffeine… again, I say, Bah humbug. Studies say that the women are sleeping longer than men, but 55 per cent of Canadian women aged 18 to 64 reported troubles falling asleep or staying asleep “sometimes/most of the time/ all of the time.” Only 43 per cent of men reported the same trouble in drifting off. I guess I am not your average woman. (wink, wink)

Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash

Of course, there are seasons in life when sleep is precious. New parents know what I am talking about. Come to think of it, parents of teenagers know what I am talking about too. Especially teenagers that can drive your car. I can’t wait until those senior years when naps come back into your life with abundance. Now, I will admit, there are times when I think… I should get up and be more productive, I should get my devotional or prayer time on track and get that hour in the first of the day. Don’t farmers have to be up at the crack of dawn for their chickens? Rooster crow and all that? I might be in trouble. I am just not a morning person.

I’ve heard there are people that have trouble sleeping. Sorry, can’t relate. I’m one of those, hit the pillow and be snoring 5 minutes later folk. And it is not because I don’t think about things…the blog is called mittonmusings, after all. I just don’t let my mind or my worries keep me up at night. Blessed, I know. Apologies to those of you who struggle with this, I understand it is a difficult thing to “turn off” your brain and shut down. I’ve heard there are tips and tricks to master this… google it.

Jesus tells us in Matthew 11:28:

“Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”


I don’t know who might need to hear that today, but there it is. It’s a pretty straightforward answer. No gimmicks, no oils, no teas, no white noise or pills. When your mind is racing and the thoughts won’t slow down, true rest is only found in the one who sees your every waking hour… and your sleeping ones. His peace and assurance is truly comforting. May you rest well, my beloveds.