Category Archives: Friendship & Community

Unofficial Official Schedule from the Unofficial Official

**This post is being published almost a month late! :-/ Our first month of homeschooling really threw my schedule off! I’m hoping to get back into a groove now!**

In my last two posts I shared my planning and organizational woes and ideas. This is an area I feel like I particularly struggle with, mainly because *whines* keeping track of seven people, their stuff and their lives in general is hard.

But! Don’t feel sorry for me. I signed up for it. At some point. Without knowing what I was doing/getting myself into.

Okay, seriously. One of the super great things about my life is that I have a VERY smart “Other Momma” (see my post How God Can Use My Brokenness for a description of an “Other Momma”), and she raised and homeschooled seven children. And she still likes them and they her. SO, when I am lost, I go to her for advice.

Me and My Other Momma
Me and My Other Momma

When I realized how very much our day needed a schedule I went to her and asked what her schedule looked like when her children were young. The following has been an inspiration and encouragement to me, and I hope it is for you as well:
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How God Can use My Brokenness to Love All the “Babies” (or at least some of them)

Mommy and her Girls
            Me with my girls. Happiness is loving on my babies.

I like to tell people that I was born to be a momma. I don’t mean it in the arrogant “look how amazing of a mother I am” kind of way that it sounds. I don’t think I am some Mary Poppins/Betty Crocker/June Cleaver miracle among mothers. I don’t pretend to think that I don’t mess up the Mom-gig daily. Hourly. It’s actually appalling how much I still mess up. But man do I love my kids and being their mom. Even the parts of parenting that I dislike, I actually love. Don’t ask me how that makes sense, I don’t know. But I know that every part of me loves being a momma.

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Loneliness and the Search for Belonging

A friend posted this on her Facebook last night:

Loneliness

I really identified with it, which made me want to write about it, since that is how I process and communicate best. Talk about “raw”, this post is going to be raw. Bear with me while I work it out, and then speak up and tell me what you think.

I am lonely. Which is strange, because I am always surrounded by people. Small, not-quite-grown people mostly, but people.

I know that human interaction does not quite fill that loneliness, no matter how hard I try, and it never will. Christ alone will completely fill that hole. But I still want the human interaction.

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Eviserate

*I hope that you read this with an open mind, more specifically a mind open seeking the highest Truth. I don’t know much and what I’ve written here is just one woman’s opinion. I welcome and encourage you all to share what you think. What do you think about authenticity? This blog exists to start conversations, so conversate!

**I can make up words like “conversate” if I want. 😉

***Authenticity does not always share the sad and tragic, but I did focus on that aspect a little more in this post. Can you all share others ways you are authentic? A dear friend, momma, mentor of mine shared that it is definitely easier for her to be authentically joyful. I think even that might be difficult for some. What do you think?

A village of women begins with one moment of connection and solidarity. In his book The Four Loves, C.S. Lewis said it best, “Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What? You too? I thought I was the only one.’”

Those moments depend on authenticity. If we cannot truly bear our souls to one another, we have no hope of meaningful and fruitful relationships. Relationships without authenticity ring hollow and false; they are the white washed tombs of society. Continue reading Eviserate

Calling all Momsters

Welcome Friend!

Have you ever found yourself wishing you belonged to a community of women with a passion for creativity, spirituality, and home and family management? Or maybe you already do, but you’re looking to expand that community?

Three Headed Momster was born out of my desire to be a part of a community like that. A community filled to the brim with women who share tips, stories, advice, and encouragement with one another. A community founded on kindness and honesty. A community where I knew I could be raw and vulnerable and authentic. A community where I didn’t have to be anything other than myself to fit in.

I live in a small town. It’s a lovely town, full of lovely people. But I don’t fit in. I am strange and intense and bold and awkward and very, very honest. I love those things about myself and so do a few other people. But mostly I seem to make people feel uncomfortable. Have you ever felt like that?

Also? I don’t have a big, extended family like everyone else in my area seems to have. I strongly desire a huge, loud, too helpful, always-there family. I actually come from a pretty broken family, and have had to learn SO MANY THINGS the hard way. The hard way meaning years and years of trial and error, and so many (too many) instances where I realized way late in the game that I was doing something completely wrong. In fact, the things I didn’t have to learn the hard way were gifts of knowledge, wisdom and correction from the few mentors and “sisters” that are in my life.

A big family and community means people available to guide, advise, suggest and teach. I want that!!!

I know there are others like me out there. Maybe you also live in a town full of polished moms and fishing dads and you and your husband like skulls and art and disorder and loud families. Maybe you are completely different from me. Either way, if what you are looking for is the opportunity to learn and grow and be really real with a community of friends that will become like sisters, you are welcome here