I’ve Been Keeping a Secret

Last week, the kids, Bryson and I loaded up the car and drove to Oklahoma City where I auditioned for Listen to Your Mother.

During the past year, I have struggled to find my voice or have the confidence to share. I know, it sounds absurd. I am a professor and writer, someone who communicates ideas for a living. But it has been a big struggle this year.

A sweet friend of mine emailed me and said, “I really think you should audition.” I retorted, “What would I share?” She told me I had so much to share. I am so thankful for her encouragement.

And I realized that one of the best ways to grow in my confidence and to find my voice again is to try things that scare me. I leaned in to the uncomfortable and took a risk by auditioning.

I am excited to share that I was selected for the 2017 Listen to Your Mother cast for the Oklahoma City show. The show is April 30 at 3 PM in Oklahoma City.

More details coming soon.

-Mandy

I Hated Valentine’s Day. She Changed That.

I’m not going to lie. I usually hate Valentine’s Day. Bryson and I have never celebrated it.

However, several days ago, I told him that I wanted to make the kids a candlelit dinner. I really wanted to demonstrate what loving pursuit and hospitality looks like. Lydia adores special meals and Valentine’s Day is her favorite because as she says, “it is all about love.” She is an old soul in a little body. 

It made me think why I have an aversion to this holiday, and why she loves it. So much of our culture wants instant gratification, it’s about me me me, consumerism, and often love is equated with feelings. Truth is, when I was very young, I dated an unkind person who overwhelmed me with gifts on Valentine’s Day. I always said to Bryson, “It is what we do all of the other days of the year that counts.”

But knowing my little girl’s true adoration of this holiday, I wanted her to relish in it, and feel our adoration. I wanted her to feel pursued.

Her love for Valentine’s Day made me think about what love means to her.

There was a time when I did not know if she could love us back, and I had to be content with that, and keep pursuing anyways. As I was making chocolate covered strawberries tonight, I thought long and hard about those tear-filled prayers. I begged that she would know love and be able to love in return. Not for me. Not because of me. Because of life. Life is about connection. I didn’t want more hard for her.

For a minute, I thought “I wish I could tell that Mandy, ‘it’ll be okay.'” But then I realized, “Nope. I am glad I didn’t know. So much of our culture wants instant love, they want to know that they’ll be loved in return, they don’t want risk. I am so glad I learned a different kind of love. I am glad I didn’t know and pursued during hard, hard moments.”

Tonight, as we sat down for dinner, Lydia sighed and sincerely said, “Mommy and Daddy, I love happy endings.”

“You love happy endings?” I expected to hear about her new favorite movie, Moana.

“Yes, mommy. Every kid should have a kind family like my family. I am so glad I don’t live at the orphanage. I wanted a mommy and daddy, and now I have you. I love happy endings.”

And I stopped myself from explaining loss. I stopped myself from explaining that we are dysfunctional and that our story is no fairytale. I stopped myself from saying we did not rescue her, this time. I have said it before. I bit my lip this time and simply said, “I wish every kid could have a family too. You add joy to our family.” I do wish that.

We are not a perfect family. I am far from a perfect mom. Bryson is not a perfect dad. Sometimes, I am a connected parent, and sometimes a dysfunctional one.

But this Valentine’s Day, we celebrate a type of love that is not based on DNA, feelings, consumption, religion, gifts, instant gratification, skin color, geographic boundaries, or reciprocation. We celebrate a kind of love that has taken time, patience, risk, courage, commitment, and sacrifice.

We have learned so much from our little Valentine.

I am thankful for the way she has helped me embrace a holiday that I once detested. I am thankful for the ways she taught me to pursue hearts, especially her heart and little Barrett’s. And I realized that tonight’s dinner did not demonstrate what loving pursuit and hospitality looks like, but we demonstrated it–with plenty of mistakes–the past three years.

Oh my goodness Mandy, what love for these two little people.

 

She closed her eyes while we set the table. She had no idea what we were doing.

Bryson gave Lydia and Barrett roses. They both insisted that mommy receives the roses.

Lydia gave me her rose and her new slinky toy.

She was so happy. And Barrett was too. He declared, “I like baba. I like mama. I like Lydia.” And though physical affection weirds him out, little love kissed my hand.

1 Corinthians 13The Message (MSG)

The Way of Love

13 If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.

If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing.

3-7 If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.

Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others,
Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.

8-10 Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled.

11 When I was an infant at my mother’s breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good.

12 We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!

13 But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.

Take In This Moment

This morning, the kids and I were ahead of schedule. This was quite the accomplishment because Bryson was out of town. Y’all. We were way ahead of schedule and I had time to fix my hair. We were going to get to school early even if we had bad traffic. But y’all. My kids turned into the slowest sloths of all the precious earth when I asked them to put their shoes on. Sloths.

I was frustrated. Though we had enough time to encounter bad traffic on our commute, apparently my kids turning into sloths takes even more time than bad traffic on Yale.

I had another migraine headache and was sighing.

And then it hit me.

Mandy. This time last year, you weren’t rushing to get to preschool on time. You were rushing to China to adopt your son. Breathe. Take in this moment. He is here with YOU – he is no longer in an orphanage. They are more precious than time. Be patient.  

So we were late.

But I stopped them, told them to smile, took the moment in, snapped a photo, and apologized.

I let them stomp all through the leaves.

Cutest sloths on the planet earth.

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Love,

The World’s Okayest Mom

“Mama! Come Here!”

Co-sleeping with this little dude has been a game changer. Slow progress, but progress in the right direction.

He was terrified of our bed, and so we did not force it.

He started in the pack-n-play, and as he got more comfortable with us, we tried our bed again. No way. 

Little Miss and Barrett FanFan were keeping the entire family up all night, and so we decided to split up. I would move to the office/guest room with Barrett FanFan and he would stay in the master with Lydia. Now neither child was particularly enthusiastic about this plan, but we knew we had to split up rooms.

For the past 8 nights, FanFan and I have slept in the “guest room.” I have a twin bed, and he has a twin mattress of the floor.

He has been slow to let me cuddle him or let me lay down on his bed. But I have seen incremental progress.

Last night, I heard “Mama!” at 1 am and my little guy wanted to snuggle up next to me in my twin bed. He wanted me to cuddle him and comfort him that way.  A first.

He also belly laughed in his sleep. Who does that? A precious little guy.

I am not usually one of those who compares myself to others, photos, or what I see on Pinterest or Facebook. I get it is not the complete picture and often people present the ideal self online. But, for whatever reason, the past 3 weeks I have felt guilty when I see the perfectly decorated home for Chinese New Year or a newly home family that is dominating at Christmas and life.

Why can I not dominate at life? I wonder.

Christmas here was very simple (as in you all will laugh at me when I post about it soon).

Chinese New Year this year? Gosh y’all. We will just go out to eat. Maybe. Nah. Probably takeout.

And today, I told myself it is okay if like FanFan, I can only take small steps during this season of change. Returning texts? Currently have 73 unanswered text messages. And the unanswered Facebook messages. Hundreds.

The same grace I extend to him, I must extend to myself with all of the extra. Because right now, my capacity is focusing on the two little people entrusted to my care and learning who the newest little is. That’s it. And that is perfectly wonderful and simple and complicated and messy and enough for one mama.

So for now, those 73 text messages will go unanswered.

The Christmas tree will stay up.

The pumpkins on my front porch leftover from Halloween will remain there.

And my life won’t look Facebook perfect.

Because tonight when a little boy said, “Mama! Come here!” and hit his lucky fin to the pillow to say “this spot is just for you, mama” I could tell he was opening his heart to me for a second, wanted me to be near, and to learn a little more about his new mama too. That is a miracle, but none of today was perfect.

I am not putting pressure on FanFan to be anything other than who he is and I am doing my best to give him extra grace during this adjustment, and I need to do the same for me.

Brown Bear, Brown Bear, what do you see? I see a mama doing her okayest looking at me.

And okayest is really good enough. 

Saying goodbye to pressure is a gift.

Mama Come Here

World’s Okayest Mom – Trick or Treating at Aldi

Tonight, I faced a dilemma.

Our little town has the most charming downtown. Businesses invite littles to come trick or treat and a local church has a great trunk or treating event. The plan was to go there.

After nap time, Lydia was persistent that “Today is NOT Halloween. Today Friday. Tomorrow Halloween.” But I explained our town treats today like Halloween.

I dressed Lydia in her Dorothy costume and put her hair in pigtails. She looked in the mirror and confidently exclaimed, “Beautiful!” And let out a little “Awww.”

As we were running to the van, it started to pour.

Uh oh.

So I told Lydia we were going to Trick or Treat at the great land of Aldi – like this is all totally the American thing to do.

As any good mommy should, I documented the event.
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She was so excited walking in with her Jack-O-lantern (she made sure I knew it was a pretend one) and her basket. Normally, she stays right by my side but was in a rush to get inside.

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When we Moores “trick-or-treat” at Aldi, little Moores get to pick two of whatever candy they want. Mom has no say. Lydia decided the fun size weren’t that fun, and opted for the big stuff. She got Kit Kats and chocolate covered pretzels.

Lydia at Aldi's

Posing for her trick-or-treating picture. What a cutie.

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And after, we went to Braum’s to “trick-or-treat” some more.

Friends, this is the best kind of trick-or-treating EVER.

Sincerely,

Mandy
The World’s Okayest Mom