Raising Magnolias

Because it's never too late for happily ever after…

My Memorial-Labor Day

9 years ago on Memorial Day, I sat with my husband and mid-wife and a variety of nurses and I labored.

It actually started several hours the day before.

And I guess I wasn’t really sitting.

And I labored some more.

And I went through at least 3 nursing shifts. So many in fact, that 3 1/2 years later, when I started laboring with Emma Claire, my nurse said to me, “Cool. You’re using a mid-wife. I never delivered with a midwife.”

I took her by the arm and looked her in the eyes and I said.

“Well, you’re gonna. Because I had like 5 nurses with Coulter and I don’t care what it takes, but Emma Claire is gonna be a one-shift baby.”

One shift.

One nurse.


I won’t bore you with the details because if you have babies, you know that it hurts and if you haven’t had babies yet, I don’t want to scare you, (but you should kinda be scared. Ya know, just a little), but it was long and I was scared of the epidural so it was drug-free and I don’t have too many nice things to say lately and there are seasons when all we can see if gray even when there’s a rainbow right in front of us, and this morning I needed a rainbow so  I sent a text to Coulter’s dad.

Thank you.

Thank you for laboring with me on this day, nine years ago.

Then I went for a walk and saw a dog-walker whose ex-husband is in jail.

Hard to pay child support from jail.

As God’s children we are called to give thinks in all circumstances.

Somedays that means being thankful that your ex-husband didn’t pass out during labor.

Somedays that means recognizing that your ex-husband always, always, always pays his child support.

Somedays that means recognizing that your ex-husband isn’t in jail, even though the kids would probably get to spend more time at home with me if he was.

Ya know, just sayin’.

OK, so the Y was closed this morning. I sent texts out wondering if the weather would hold for outdoor workouts. My dad was struck by lightening as a child and people will tell me all the time that you can’t survive that, but my dad’s 69 so, actually you can survive that, but even still, I don’t mess around with lightening.

I got a text back.

“The sun is trying to shine over the Catholic Church.”

Trying to shine.

That’s what I’m doing. Trying to shine and trying to see and searching for the rainbow..

The kids will be back on Wednesday.

I have 4 nights left before his “exclusive” time in the summer.

4 nights.

It’s possible that if I quit pouting long enough, I would be able to plan a pretty cool stay-cation.

This calls for pinterest.

And a tent.

Yes, I need pinterest and a tent.

And somebody who knows how to pitch a tent.

And your ideas if you have any!

I need jars.

And lightening bugs.

And if y’all could please pray that I can stay up long enough for the lightening bugs to appear.

And I need sun and warmth and water and balls and we are going to have birthday parties and we are going to see friends and I’m giving thanks.

Ann Voskamp says that thanksgiving precedes the miracle.

So I’m giving thanks for my ex-husband. For the gift of our children. For his job and his ability to pay child-support. For the wonderful vacations that they  get to go on (because now that we’re not married, there is all of a sudden a lot of money for travel and vacations and dang it, that didn’t sound very thankful. I told you the sun was trying to shine, I didn’t say it was shining brightly,) and yes, I am thankful for a weekend to rest and rejuvenate and re—

Oh, who am I kidding.

I didn’t sleep at all. My house is eerily quiet and I actually built a pillow barrier so that I could only sleep on 1/8 of my bed, since Emma Claire usually sprawls out over the rest of it and occasionally, I tuned Netflix to some very obnoxious kid shows just so I didn’t feel like a stranger in my own house.

If I could just train the dogs to complain about every piece of food I put in front of them, then I might actually be able to relax.

But what mom can relax when her babies are gone?

God did not create us for that.

Where was I?

Oh yeah.


I need the miracle.

And this summer maybe the miracle is being able to see the rainbow.

And that the sun is really trying to shine.

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