Monday, November 19, 2012

{GUILTY} Moms

I wrote this blog post a few months ago before all the craziness of opening a bridal store happened. It was revised and used at a Releif Society activity about a month ago where it was met with many women thanking me for stating how they felt. After being reminded of that yesterday by someone I thought I should probably get it posted. Enjoy!


Every other weekend it is my  “weekend off”.  This is the time I have when my kids are with their dad and I get to recoup. It is two days every other weekend when I morph back into what I consider to be a normal human being. This transition doesn’t happen instantly.  It takes at least three hours of not hearing my name constantly yelled before I am able to feel my blood pressure stabilize, and my brain frees up enough space to think about more than what’s going on the dinner table next.

On one of these weekends Troy and I walked into Red Robin. Walking out as we were walking in was a mom. She appeared to be with three little kids (by herself) and her face was the picture of contentment, peace, and happiness. I did a double take as she passed. Women like this are mythical creatures to me. I raised my thoughts to my sweet husband and asked him however anyone could walk out of a restaurant with little kids after dining out and be SMILING? I can see smiling that the meal was survived, or smiling that perhaps no one had killed each other. But looking happy, peaceful, AND smiling…that I just don’t comprehend after such an event. Troy proclaimed that he understood, that he could take little kids out to eat or wherever for that matter and feel the way that woman looked. It was then that I realized what I had known all along…I was married to one of these mythical creatures, just in male form.

It was this event that started my reflection on motherhood. Why was I not born with this innate ability to care for children with endless patience and eternal perspective?  Why am I not giddy with excitement to help kids with lemonade stands, make boondoggles, or figure out how to make crocodile origami as we are instructed on YouTube? (You’d think it would be easy to watch someone do it and follow suit. It’s not, enough said.)

Why do I give everything I’m capable of but still feel like I haven’t done it well enough?

I love my children more than anything, and I love spending time with them. The moments that they are away from me solidify these feelings each time.  As much as I love them, some days I just want to take a nap. Some days I‘d rather watch what I want on TV without people all over me. Some days I just can’t handle the thought of cooking something only to have it be rejected by 50% of my diners. Some days I’d rather just fold the laundry myself because it’s easier than dozens of teaching moments. On these days I nap, I watch what I want on TV, I tell the kids to eat cereal or a sandwich, and I do the laundry myself.

 At the end of that day I feel GUILT. The big 5 letter G word that pops up again, and again. This is something I’ve been working on and have a new understanding about. Guilt is not something that comes from our Heavenly Father. It is a tool Satan uses to keep us trapped and to keep us from progressing. Instead of focusing on what we can do better and moving forward we wallow in our imperfectness and stay there. We stay there and watch all the seemingly perfect moms flit around us each day.

We watch the perfect ones that stroll out of Red Robin with a smile on their face, the motivated ones that jog in the mornings while pushing their children. The ones with the well-behaved children that all have on matching outfits and their hair done perfectly. We watch the perfect Moms in the pew in front of us with the children who sit quietly and listen to the speakers. We see the image of perfection all around us as we peruse Pinterest and learn how to organize better and cook 10,000 freezer meals that only cost 37 cents a meal. In all this we see what we want to see, and perhaps what we are lacking. We see how organized someone is now, but what we don’t know is where they came from and how much effort it took to get there.  We focus on this image of what perfection is and when we utterly and most surely fail, we beat ourselves up.

I have been reading a book by Amy Wilson, titled, When Did I Get Like This?  She says, “Most of us mothers are far too wrapped up in our own guilt to judge anyone else, too certain that everyone else is doing better than we are to look askance at a neighbor’s choices. We are sure other mothers are judging us because, well, they must be, when we suck so exceptionally. But we are our own worst enemies. If nearly all of us have these daily moments of doubt, these nagging fears of failure, the ones we are hardest on are ourselves.”

 “There is always a way to fall short, and so there is always a corner of my brain reverberating: you are a failure.”

I haven’t got this whole thing figured out. I find myself lacking in multiple ways each day. I watch the women around me that mother so effortlessly and radiate happiness while they do it. I have concluded that that will never be me. Loving my kids comes easy. If only love was the only thing it took to raise a child. Everything else I will struggle with and find inadequacies daily, but each day I’ll try to be better, and each day I’ll try to lay the guilt aside so that I can truly move forward and not be stuck.  I will remind myself that although I see people like my husband (and the women strolling out of Red Robin) as mythical creatures, that he has other things he struggles with that come easily to me.  Different things come naturally to each of us. Let us strive to not get caught in the guilt of the things that don’t.

Now I must go make dinner, do some more laundry, and pull some weeds. I’ll play some ball with the kids and hopefully at the end of this day they know their mom loves them…even though she’s not perfect.


Ether 12:27   And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Not Your Typical Bride...


You know that feeling you get at Christmas time? You plan and anticipate and then it’s all over in the blink of an eye. This is how my wedding day was.  We worked, planned, stressed, laughed, and anticipated for months. Every detail had to be perfect and it had to represent us.

For Troy and I planning a wedding was different than most people experience. It wasn’t just about cake, flowers, and guests. It was a process. It was something we considered a preliminary test of our life and proof of what we could accomplish together. It was for us and no one else. It was the platform upon how we wanted our marriage to start, and a celebration of the life we have ahead of us. 

We dreamed big and did one little thing at a time. We (and by WE I mean ME) kept precise lists of what we’d spent and what was still needed. We prioritized things and amazingly kept finding ourselves checking things off of lists. We loved every second that we got to spend together creating this party. We had many people ask us what they could do to help but we just wanted to do it ourselves. Our intentions were not to exclude anyone but merely to work together and see what we could accomplish.

It was amazing to stand there that day and see our vision come to life.  It was surreal, amazing, and stressful! While it was a fabulous day it was also exhausting.  I didn’t exactly feel like your typical bride, and let’s be honest, I was far from it.
The diaper box in front so accurately symbolizes this untraditional wedding.

Trying to keep calm minutes before we started.
Instead of spending the morning pampering myself I spent it picking up flowers, setting up pictures, and arranging endless amounts of pink candy. After deeming the venue and its décor perfect we raced to get ready. You women know how stressful is it to just get yourself ready when you need to look fabulous. Let’s just say the typical bride does not have to worry about seven other people looking and behaving their best. Lucky for me Troy is a saint and got the boys ready while I worked on getting a hairdo worthy of a wedding day.  (Thanks to Abbie for your bobby pin expertise on the back of my head!) My awesome sister put her own primping on hold in order to do our two little bridesmaids hair. (Kudos to Stacey for creating awesome hair that day!) After making sure the boys were dressed (All except Grayson who literally got tossed into his clothes 20 minutes before we started.) Troy was able to quickly get dressed and out the door we went. We had only a few mishaps on our wedding day. Here are a few of them…          

·        When I went to pick up the flowers they were totally different than what I had pictured in my mind.  (I mean seriously…shouldn’t a florist be able to see the picture in your head without you accurately describing it? Sheesh. ) With a little more time, communication, and baby breath we were able to make the flowers workable. Troy had to run to a few more florists for more baby breath and spent another hour arranging flowers to look the way we wanted. Stacey helped too. Thanks sister!

·        Oh, I can’t forget that the flowers didn’t even all fit in my vehicle. Thanks to James for saving the day and picking up the rest!

·        The flowers on the girls’ dresses were pretty heavy and kept flopping over. I’m not sure who helped but I know it took a team of women to get those flowers pinned on properly. They sure were cute though!

·        While getting ready we realized that we had forgotten a belt for Kyle. Luckily Seth was in need of a belt also and so he was able to rush to the store and take care of that for us. Thanks Seth!

·        Kassidy’s dress sleeve ripped before the reception even started. We finally located some safety pins and got her taken care of. Thanks to my BFF Mel for taking care of that little problem for me!

We had practiced and gone over with the kids multiple times how this event was going to go down. They had to walk down the aisle, hold my hands, and sit down in chairs at the end. Simple enough right? Obviously we hadn’t practiced with me in my enormous dress so walking ended up being a little problematic. Especially with two little boys who kept tripping over layers of taffeta. Grayson was at a standstill when he saw all of the people. He had practiced running up that aisle like a champ and was the cutest little thing ever. However, the crowd confused him and Kassidy had to help nudge him down the aisle. It was crazy, a little chaotic, and completely us. I was elated when that part of the day was over and I got to stand there and marry Troy.



While Troy and I planned and put this wedding together ourselves we could not have pulled it off without the army of people that helped us that day. Alana Lange Photography did an AMAZING job on our pictures, Kim Hardy with Unforgettable Weddings set up our tent, pink fabric and lots of finishing touches and the crew at Ivy House made sure we had everything we needed.

Our families were the key to this day being successful.  They helped us set up, took video for us, chased kids, shooed kids away from the candy table, and most of all took down the entire thing and cleaned up for us. Thank you to everyone who helped us make memories that day. We may not have been the traditional bride and groom but for us it marked the beginning of our lives together. We are so proud of what we accomplished and excited that we get to share these memories forever.



Together we make a FAMILY

Monday, July 9, 2012

OUR STORY

Now that we are moved I can finally post some wedding things. This is "OUR STORY" that we had on the tables at our reception for people to read. It's a pretty good read if I do say so myself. :)









Monday, June 25, 2012

Patience, Faith, & God's Will

I've been thinking a lot lately about the blessings in my life, about following the spirit and about doing His will. I am so intrigued at the way I can look back now and see my Heavenly Father's hand in everything I do. The biggest lesson I've been learning lately is PATIENCE.

Anyone who knows me will tell you that I don't have a lot of patience. I want things now, and I want them my way. I am learning that I am blessed with what I need each day and that everything I need or want is going to come eventually...I just have to have PATIENCE.

I moved to a small apartment 14 months ago. It was perfect for me and my four kids at the time. However, throughout the months we have driven each other crazy, shared one bathroom, shared one living space, and had not nearly enough room. We have grown closer throughout the year but seriously...enough is enough!

The search for a new place to rent began after Troy and I got married and we got home from our honeymoon in May. It was a very long and frustrating process. Everyday I felt like we were in a rat race. Who could get the first call into the property owner, who could get to the desired house first, who could get their applications in first. We looked at dozens of homes, had many fall through for absurd reasons, and had a lot of nights with heavy hearts. (Well, I should speak for myself....Troy has more patience than me.) The only ones that felt right to us ended up falling through. Besides the ones we looked at I called on dozens more, only to be told that they were already taken, or that something didn't fit the criteria we needed.

I had a thought come to me one day during this rat race that it all just seemed too crazy. I had the impression that when we found the right house it would be easy...that it would just workout and it wouldn't be so hard and stressful. This helped me muddle through the next few weeks and I learned not to get my hopes set on anything. Troy kept reminding me that we would end up exactly where we are supposed to be, that I needed to be patient, and that it would all work out. As I look back I know my Heavenly Father was trying to teach me two things. #1- PATIENCE, and #2- Faith in HIS plan...not my own.

The end to this story is that we found yet another house to go look at. I had no expectations by this point. (We had seen some pretty interesting properties...and by interesting I mean nasty!) We pulled up and were pleasantly suprised, we walked in and without a shadow of a doubt knew this was the place where we were supposed to be. We kind of hurried through the house because we knew we just needed to call the owner ASAP and tell him we wanted it. We were the first ones to see the house but we knew that didn't mean anything. We knew he could let other people through, review their applications and pick his favorite.

We got out to our car and Troy called Ben (the owner) and told him that we liked the house and wanted it. Ben basically told us it was ours, end of story. He said he would take it off the market immediately and he'd send us an application WHEN HE GOT AROUND TO IT. (Seriously....NO ONE does this!) Within just a few minutes the house was ours. I couldn't believe how easy it was....or how hard it had been up to that point. There were so many houses that could have worked but none that had felt right. The one we held out for was by far the best and I can't believe how blessed we have been. It has an unfinished basement that is going to allow us to be able to finish all the room we need for seven kids to live comfortably. (Seven kids in my apartment was the stuff bad sitcoms are made of!)

We are so excited to move and start OUR life together in a new place and to make this home OUR own. I've learned how important it is to set goals and to have faith and let Heavenly Father do the rest. I've learned that while He is teaching me patience He is also guiding me to what he has planned for me.

To those with some serious challenges right now my little house hunting story may sound trivial, and I agree that it is. The point is is that if our Heavenly Father cares about the trivial things in our life then he most definately is going to help us get through the serious stuff. I've seen His hand through the heavy, yucky stuff also, and again I learned the same two lessons.  #1- PATIENCE, and #2- Faith in HIS plan...not my own.

We never know what He has in store for us, but if we can have faith through the hard times it will definately turn out better than we could have ever planned ourselves.


Friday, April 6, 2012

SPRING BREAK: Feeding the Multitudes

Tonight I lie awake, exhausted, my mind racing. I am in a new world, a wonderful, crazy, frustrating new world where my life shifts from four children to SEVEN. If I can tell you anything it is that mealtime with seven kids has much to be desired. I am learning something new each time we eat. Things I have learned so far this week….

·         A big table and nine chairs are a MUST HAVE if we are to ever gain control over the chaos.

·         Do not serve pancakes as they come off the griddle. Next time I will call them all to eat AFTER I’ve made at least FORTY.

·         Seven children will never ALL like the same meal, unless it is pizza.

·         If you cut the pizza into smaller pieces they think they are eating more than they really are.

·         If you make grilled cheese sandwiches you will be on your feet for at least 45 minutes. (Unless you run out of cheese and bread faster than that.)

·         Cold cereal is a necessity and needs a budget all of its own.

·         Structured snacks are a MUST or the grazing will never stop.

·         Two ovens would be helpful.

·         I need larger griddles. (Mom and Dad…I may steal yours, watch out!)

·         People who do this every day are AMAZING.

·         I have never thought about meals so much in my life. (Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks…new day…start all over. Breakfast, lunch, dinner…)

·         Teenagers CAN be taught how to make tomato soup. (Open can…add water…stir….good job!)

·         I am completely and utterly grateful for PAPER PLATES.

·         Life without a dishwasher would be slavery.


I find myself often thinking of my Grandma Bonnie and what it must have taken to raise 10 kids. I cannot wait until I can talk to her someday about what that was like. (Especially mealtime!) I can’t imagine making all the loaves of bread that it would take to feed that many kids. The work must have been never ending. I wonder how she had enough patience, and how she found enough time to give everyone what they needed. I wonder if she ever felt inadequate, overwhelmed, and underappreciated. I wonder if she ever wanted to walk out the door and come back after everyone was asleep. Someday I’ll ask her all these things and have my questions answered! Meanwhile I’ll keep doing the best I can, and learning something new with every meal we have. I’ll work on getting more chairs and more patience. And I’ll keep appreciating paper plates, water bottles, and my dishwasher.

2 Things You May Have Wondered...

For those of you wondering the details on my soon to be family, please let me explain. My wonderful, soon to be hubby has three kids. Knute is 14, Rohr is 13, and Emmalynn is 10. They have been with their mom for the past year and a half in South Dakota. (Their step-dad is in the military.) They spent part of the summer here and we were able to get to know each other and go on some fun trips. They are here for the month of April for vacation and of course our wedding! They have an AMAZING opportunity to go to Japan as their step-dad received orders to station there. They will be leaving for Japan in May and we’ll see how the summer treats them there! We are so excited for them to have this opportunity but we are also sad to not have them around for the summer.


While I’m at it let me explain my soon to be last name. It is Ljungberg; pronounced Youngberg. Sounds normal, but looks weird. Troy’s family is Norwegian and I am so excited to be a part of it. (I have a magnet on my fridge from his mom that says, “Pray for me, I’m married to a Norwegian.” Lol) For the rest of my life when I tell people my last name I will have to explain how it is spelled. I have watched Troy do this hundreds of times already. It is a small price to pay for love I suppose. ;)


Our trip to Mount Rushmore this past summer
If you must know I cannot wait to have this last name. You cannot imagine the confusion of not knowing what your name is. Some places I’m Howard, some I’m Miller, and at the gym and most recently car insurance I’m Ljungberg. I’m caught off guard when anyone asks me my name, and I have to think about where I am. It’s an interesting dilemma and I’m not gonna lie, it is pretty funny sometimes. I went to sign at the closing of my house last week and they had my middle initial recorded as N instead of M. The lady at the title company told me to just sign with an N since that is what was on everything. I agreed...I have lots of names right now.


My boys have told me that since we’ll have different last names, that that means we’re not family, and that they can’t live with me anymore. Oh, the conversations you never imagined having to have with your children! Luckily they have good friends in similar situations, and so their examples helped the boys to understand. How confusing for a little kid!


We are excited for our families to be joined and look forward to all the crazy and fun times. The kids already get along like brothers and sisters. The PLAY together, FIGHT together, and LOVE each other. I don't think I could define FAMILY any better than that.



Wednesday, March 21, 2012

What No One Told Me

Every other weekend two great moments happen. The first moment is the minute my kids leave to go with their dad for the weekend and my house is silent. I can hear the clock ticking and a peaceful calm surrounds me.  It’s time to take care of myself and have no worries or responsibilities. The second moment is that minute when my kids walk back through the door. My empty house is once again filled with chaos, craziness, love, and hugs.

From the outside looking in it appears to be a great setup having your kids gone every other weekend. I don’t disagree with that but what no one told me is that the worry never really goes away. You see when they aren’t with me I’m not responsible for them. I have no say in what they can and cannot do. I forfeit my control every time they walk out that door. I have to have faith, a lot of prayers and accept the fact that my way isn’t the only way. I have to accept that someone else has an influence in their life and I have to allow that to happen. What no one told me is how much I would love my kids. A few years ago I would dare say I was not the mom I would have liked to be. I was consumed with my own feelings and problems. I didn’t give my kids the attention they needed and deserved. My relationships with them are so different now than they used to be. We have conversations that we have never had before. We talk about how blessed we are to have each other, how we stick together as a family, and how people that make different choices than us are not bad people….just different. I pray that they are learning compassion, and things that will help them reach out to other people when they see a need. I watch them have inner conflicts as they go from house to house and try to sort out their own emotions. I watch them come to me with concerns that need discussed and excitement about things happening in their lives. No one told me how amazing it would be to watch my children transform. It’s incredible to watch kids grow and learn and to watch them come through with flying colors. There is nothing better than when an outsider says to me, “Your kids seem so happy and seem to be doing so well.” As a mom I can see the changes that take place each day but when other people take notice it is extra sweet. No one told me how much I would cherish FAMILY TIME. This time has taken on a new meaning as we spend time together and enjoy each other’s company. The future holds endless possibilities and we are excited as we make goals and plans to do things as a family. You know that feeling you have when you've been gone on a long trip? You can’t wait to get home, and you’re so glad to see your kids after a long time away! It's the feeling that helps you appreciate what you have and to remember how blessed you are. What no one told me is that I would be so blessed to be able to experience that feeling every other weekend. I get to remember each time my kids walk in and out my door how much I love them. I never have a chance to take them for granted because I am constantly reminded of how much I love them every time they are away from me.  
No one told me any of these things, but I’ve figured them out on my own. I’ve wrestled with emotions, I’ve cried endless tears, and had a heavy heart. I have also felt joy, been proud of my kids, been stronger than ever myself, and have more love in my home than I ever imagined possible. What an amazing thing it is to look back at life, at lessons that have been learned, and at progress that has been made. I'm so excited for more change, growth, and happiness to come!