Beneath the surface

The conversation went like this:  ‘So what colours are you having for your baby? What theme’.  My reply went something like this……’Ummmmmmm.  My little man isn’t having any theme….he’s getting a mishmash of borrowed things/ donated things and a few new things’.

What on earth am I talking about?  Well here in America they have a wonderful yet somewhat humbling (when you are the recipient) tradition of hosting baby showers for you.  Not just for your first baby.  For every baby.  Yep.  They love their parties here……and along with the baby shower……most people choose special colours and or themes to go along with the stuff they would like for their babies.  For example I could have chosen green colours with zoo animals as my theme – and build my nursery around those pointers.

Well this little man ain’t getting a nursery.  He’s going to be sharing with a brother as soon as he is sleeping through the night.  Their room is an assortment of colours and storage solutions….but it works!  BUT the temptation is there to want for more for him.  The magazines come in the mail full of matching furniture and co-ordinated bedding…..the stores present co-ordinated clothing options…….the whole matching stroller/carseat/ portacrib combos.  It is never-ending.

But as tempting as it is.  As much as it appeals to my love for things to be ‘just so’.  I know it is not important.  I know that it is only surface looks.  Having a co-ordinated look is not going to make my child healthier, or happier, or less likely to spit up, or a better teether, or a faster feeder, or a slower feeder.   My child will not be dependent on THINGS to satisfy his needs.

So much of what really matters in life, lies beneath the surface.  Beneath the facades we present to people.

No I don’t have set colours for my baby.  And that’s perfectly ok.  What is more important to me is what is going on beneath my surface?  How am I growing as a Christian?  Being a better wife and mother?  A better friend?  More on this to come……it is my ‘thing’ at the moment.


Sigh.  I have space again.  Smile.  It is nice.  Space to think.  Space to pray.  Space to be me.

I had my parents and brother stay with me for some time just recently.  In all I think my parents were with us for three weeks.  It was lovely to see them.  We had a special time – they got to see our everyday lives here and also some special out of the ordinary times.  But to be perfectly honest…….when it was time for them to go – it was time for them to go.

Now I have a new appreciation for my own space.

Space where I can breathe in me God stuff.  Not that I can’t do that around visitors…..but I dunno…..seems that much harder when things aren’t quite ‘normal’ at home.  Anyone else struggle with keeping of your daily quiet time routine etc when you have visitors?

Anyway – now I have space and time on my hands I can concentrate on other things.  Like getting to know some people better – building new and stronger friendships.  Being there for friends back home who are going through some really hard times.  Getting myself ready for the arrival of our number three precious bundle in approx nine weeks.  Space.

I don’t take my MY space for granted.  Thankfully I have a husband who very readily gives me the car keys and orders me out for some me time when I need it.  He is a very generous man with his time and attention that he gives our children.  But not everyone is as blessed as me.  I think I should make it a priority that just as much as I love and appreciate the time and space I get for me, I should also make sure my friends get enough time for themselves as well…yeah……that’s a new challenge for me….starting from now.

Space for me and space for my friends.

No-one deserves to feel like they are a ship adrift…..we all need some space and time to reconnect, refresh and regroup.

I’ll let you know how I get on…….