Be intentional. Be relational. Be selfless.
In all of your relationships the effort you put into them, and your attitude, have a direct affect on you and those around you. My heart is to encourage through sharing my joys and challenges – the good, the bad and the ugly. Words served up with a bit of sweet, a dash of spicy and a healthy serving of random reality.

About Tracey

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Teen To Tattoo Or Not To Tattoo

Apr
25

I have had a few parents ask me my opinion on whether or not their child should get a tattoo. Of course I suggest seeking God’s desire, but I too know the value in gathering intel from other God seeking people when decision making – as God uses that to communicate with us too!

“Mom and Dad, I want a tattoo” drifted out of the soft spoken lips of our then eighteen year old daughter who was a Senior in High School.

Our first reaction was not to react because that is a pivotal parenting secret when dealing with the wonderings and wanderings of teenagers. They are in a place in their life where they are considering, exploring and formulating the way they are choosing to live life as they move forward.

A teen’s desire to discuss what’s swirling through their heads with their parents is a HUGE blessing and one way to keep them coming back for more discussion – is not to react…or shall I say – DO NOT FREAK THE HECK OUT when they ask you something that makes you want to freak the heck out. Even if you have to bluff your way through it…don’t react!

Deep, deep breaths, concentrated in and out breathing are much more important now than they were when you were birthing that baby, or being handed that bundle for the first time. Much more is at stake in the life of a teen.

OK, back to the tattoo.

We asked her why she wanted a tattoo and she said because she wanted a constant reminder of who she was, whose she was and a conversation starter to share her faith with others in a non-threatening way.

That sounded good. But we went a little deeper.

Why do you need a tattoo to do that? Are you sure this is not a pride issue or a go along with the crowd issue? We had some good discussion around that and she sought to determine if that was indeed part of the lure.

Then my husband did an amazing thing and to this day I honestly think that was the lesson of this discussion. He told her we would think about it and pray about it and get back to her. He then asked her if she agreed that she was still under his authority and regardless of what he told her our answer was, did she agree that she was still under his authority and would she abide by our decision.

She pointed out that she was 18 and she could do whatever she wanted. He pointed out that her scholarships for college did not cover all of her tuition and she still basically “lived” under our roof and until she was on her own she was still under his authority. She agreed to the truth of that statement.

We have done the “letting go while still teaching” dance since she hit the teen years. We have worked hard (though not always gotten it right) to “let go” and allow her to make more decisions for herself, while guiding her through the outcomes. The trial and error process has helped her to gain wisdom while she is still under our authority.

In this instance we all agreed that something as big as a tattoo on her body that cannot be removed and could be regretted was something she would remain under our authority over. We ultimately told her that we didn’t think a tattoo was wise and she agreed to remain under our authority and trust our judgment.

The acceptance of that fact was an indication that she was learning well how to submit to authority – a true blessing. Unpopular to far too many, but the truth of scripture. Submission is an important lesson we ALL need to learn. The desire for self constantly battles authority.

Unbeknownst to her, her father and I continued to discuss and seek God on the issue. The week before she left for college her father told her she could get the tattoo and that very day she went to a reputable tattoo parlor she had researched and got her tattoo – with me in tow, and I waited quietly up front as a show of support.

Her tattoo is located on her right wrist and it is the Hebrew word “remember” because she wants to remember who she is, whose she is and when someone asks what the tattoo is she tells them just that. She wants that daily reminder to remember what God has done in her life and to seek Him above all else.

There you have it, our experience with “to tattoo or not to tattoo” – the issue we felt it brought to light for our daughter and how God used it in her life and ours. I hope in some way our experience will be helpful for you.

Teen Parenting Tips!

Apr
15

Hey Friends!!!

Do you have tweens or teens? Maybe friends with those hormone filled, independence figuring out amazing, exciting young people? If you don’t … you will! Check out this quick set of tips that will help you navigate the stormy seas experienced in teendom and guide you towards  peaceful waters!

Join me over at MomLife Today for 10 Timely Tips on Raising Teens!

 

Got Bullies? Got Answers!

Apr
9

My kids have dealt with their share of bullies, popular peeps, status jockeying that leads to drama, drama, drama.

On each occasion I have been adamant that status is not important, but people and relationships are what matters. I let my kids know they need to be far more interested in who in the room is alone and their need to reach out than to be concerned with where they land in the pecking order. I admit it – I have zero tolerance for bullies or jockeying for position that causes kids to be unkind to others.

I have been a substitute teacher – it is there and it is ugly. Real ugly – and it starts young.

Join me over at MomLife Today where I share a particularly hard time in my sons life – a time where he faced bullies. It set up a life lesson at a young age that I do believe taught him to care more fully for others.

If you have never had a discussion with your child about bullies or popularity “games” that are played amongst kids and teens you need to – you so do not want your child to be part of the problem simply because you failed to help them guard against it – in others and in themselves.

MOB’s, Listen Up!

Feb
6

That little boy of mine, the one that used to beat on the front the door with his tiny little palm and chant, “outside, outside, outside” – yeah that one, he is over six feet tall now.

The little dimples that have always winked at me when he smiles, still do. Somehow because he is headed towards manhood, they are even more adorable now than they used to be.  Perched up there above the scraggly beard.

One day last week, with his green eyes twinkling he asked, “Mom, how about we go out to dinner and a movie this weekend?  Just you and me!”

My mom heart swelled.

Then I asked, “Are you messin with me?” You see, over the years we have done many date nights, but they were pretty much always initiated by me.

“No…I’m serious, I really want to!”

Yet another sign the little boy is becoming a thoughtful young man.

On Saturday night as we walked out to the car, he opened my car door – a slight grin on his face, as I delighted in his gentlemanly gesture he rolled his eyes just a tinge and grinned – his dimples in all their glory.

The “treat her like a lady” remembrances (so well learned through the years) were practiced throughout the night.  Dinner conversation was easy, sweet and silly, as was the movie. The easy going flow of the night was delightful.

That rough and tumble, dirty, all things outdoors, big burly and manly boy of mine brings me such joy—and hope for his future.

As I sit here remembering my special date I am burdened anew with the desire to help younger mothers embrace the truth that it really does help navigate the teen years when you have made it your practice to be intentional, be relational and be selfless with your children.

I also am reflecting on the tears shared just yesterday with a precious friend who lost her son a few years ago – she mentioned to me she so wished moms would realize that the little stuff that can consume our every day doesn’t matter, our kids matter.

Sweet moms, set aside the “to do” list and embrace the “to be” MOMents – make the time to be the mom.

And you just might find yourself with an amazing dinner date that is sportin a scraggly beard… and trust me, that day will arrive much sooner than you might imagine!

Mom Talk…Talk…Talk!

Jan
21

Guilty.

Sometimes in my efforts to “reach and teach” my children – I doth drone on far too lengthy. {british accent included}

So much so that recently I heard about it from my sweet son …My teen son and I had just gone to see a movie together and on the drive home, he suddenly giggled, shook his head and uttered, “Mom, you talk too much.”

Ouch.

Actually, double ouch because I distinctly remember my teen daughter saying the same thing to me a couple of years ago.

Heavy sigh.

Please know, my teens are very respectful so I do not see either’s declaration as disrespect. I see it as honesty and an opportunity for me to consider the truth spoken in love.

To get “the rest of the story” I hope you join me over at MomLife Today!

Broken Boy Hope

Jan
8

(Friends, I wrote this post over CHRISTmas, but because I had made the choice not to blog over the break it has been sitting in my computer…but I feel compelled to share it as I feel someone needs the assurance of the encouragement it provides. And I really want to know the answer to the question I pose at the end!)

I am sitting in a hospital recovery room, eyes affixed on my sixteen year old son who is recovering from surgery.

I sit here listening to his rough breathing and search his scruffily bearded face for signs of consciousness – attempting to will his eyes to open. Searching for a glimpse of the playful personality that brings such joy to our lives.

We refer to my son as “a walking party” and he is just that, as well as an encourager and compassionate leader amongst his peers.

As we walked into the hospital at 5:30 a.m. we were greeted by a ten foot Christmas tree bedazzled with gold and red decor that revealed the celebratory nature of the season.  The receptionist that greeted us and helped us complete paper work was adorned in a green sparkly shirt and a Merry CHRISTmas pin.

All of the joy and love of the CHRISTmas was keeping any real concern at bay.

Thankfully his hospitalization is not life threatening, he has a badly broken collar bone that required surgery.  My “waiting” I expected to be relatively simple and anxiety free.

I was mistaken – I underestimated the tug on my heart from the events of the past. A tug that traveled from heart to my brain and began to invade my mind with tendrils of fear.

I close my eyes and am catapulted back in time to a sweet little boy, with a soft smooth face with vacant eyes lying in a tiny hospital bed.  The tendrils grip tight and the “what if’s” begin to invade my mind relentlessly. (If you have read Be The Mom, you know that of which I speak.)

So many years ago with a toddler, and through many trials since then, I have learned that there is a weapon against the invader that is fear. I quietly repeat scripture in my mind and the truth of God’s love for me, and my son sweetly replace the fear…peace on earth…peace in my heart and mind.

Has there been a time in your life recently where the truth of God’s word tumbled through your heart and mind to bring you peace?

Messy Kid Doomed To Episode Of Hoarders

Sep
13

 

When she became a tween and through her teen years my daughter’s room was the safest room in our home. The very room we should hide all of our valuables in, for if our home was ever broken into even the thief would be so overwhelmed upon entrance to her room he would have shuddered and made a fast retreat to a more organized part of the home.

What the heck happened to my “clean up, clean up…everybody, everywhere…clean up, clean up…everybody do your share” purple dinosaur lovin daughter? (Random fact: I met the guy whose daughter sang all the songs for the actual Barney television show, he said it was grueling, but fun for her.)

Back to the mess.

I mean seriously, do you know how many years and words I have put into – a place for everything and everything in its place? So, after days, weeks, months of arguing and punishing we had a “meeting” and discussed what would bring peace back to our home.

This “my way disease” suffering mama came to the realization that it was her room and she had to figure out how she was going to live in her space.  We made an agreement. She could live however she wanted, but I was encouraging her to live with order to make her life easier. Therefore, Fridays her room needed to be neat and clean or weekend fun had to wait. She agreed, but she did not like it.

Yes, there were weeks of success, weeks of failure – but she agreed. There were also weeks where I gave grace, if I knew it had been an extra packed week. So there were times where Friday was given a reprieve until Saturday morning. (I have weeks my bedroom looks like a dump too!)

You can “make” your kid do anything, your goal is to guide them to “want” to do the right thing.

Fast forward to last year, my daughters freshman year in college. I went to visit Samara for a few days before a break and they were not allowed to leave for the weekend until their room was “checked.” The RA walked by her room and said, “No need to check this room, it’s always the neatest, cleanest room in the dorm.”

I snapped my head back, turned and looked at my girl, mouth agape. She grinned and said, “See mom, I was listening, I did learn – it does matter to me now.”

Happy dance…I will not see my daughter on an episode of hoarders.

Do not grow weary moms…keep teaching!

How Boys Grow into Men

Jul
31

 

Growing boys into menWhat I wanted to say was, “That’s too hard, cut him some slack.”

What I did say was, nothing. But MAN was it hard to bite my tongue. That’s my little boy he’s talking to. (As in 6’1” and 220 pounds…”little” but he is my little boy.)

Such were my thoughts at the beginning of the summer when my husband told my sixteen year old son what was expected of him this summer.

Join me at MomLifeToday to read the rest of the story…


Sleep Deprived Mom

Jul
30

Ah, sleep deprivation I remember it well.

It started when they were born and stopped…well actually it hasn’t stopped.

I have a dear friend who just had her first child about a month ago, she told me that what she missed most was sleep.  And that if she could just manage to get 8 hours of sleep one night a week she would be happy.

It was all I could do not to laugh.  Because I am keenly aware that desire is going to remain a constant – for years!

I think all moms slowly begin to recognize that once you have children sleep becomes different – there is now a new normal.  And that new normal will not be eight hours of sleep…it just won’t.

But the benefits gained from long term sleep deprivation far outweigh the cost.

Let me give you an example, when my daughter was about sixteen and got sick I was up with her for a good three nights nursing her back to health – which led to that familiar exhaustion.  I put her needs ahead of mine and played nursemaid to get her back to good health.

A month or so later one night when hubby was out of town she showed up standing at the foot of my bed, holding her pillow and smiling, “Mom…can we talk?”

My first thought – “please no – all I want to do is get a good night’s sleep”.

My second thought – my sixteen year old daughter obviously wants to talk and I need to put her needs first. My needs….well, maybe I  could sleep a little extra on Saturday morning.

My daughter and I did some serious talking, until almost 2:00 am, on a school night no less.

In those four hours I had done more good listening and sorting through life’s issues with my daughter than I could have ever done in the next month through our chit chat during the busy days of life.

She knew she could come to me, when she needed to talk.  Why?  Because I had always been approachable and accessible. I had earned the right to speak into her life because I have spent many, many nights up with her through the years. Either because she was sick, or because she was in the mood to chat.

So my advice to you – accept sleepless nights as a way to grow in relationship with your children.  You want to be the one they come to whether they are sick or hurting…or want advice on how to sort through life’s issues.

Yeah…you pretty much have to Be The Mom day and night…for MANY years, so sleep will have to wait till you are old and gray!

 

Moms Of Boys Reality

Jul
24

The little boy I have cuddled with, zoomed cars with and built towers tall with is no longer a little boy, he is a young man who now towers over me.

His sixteen year old boyish grin is outlined by a scruffy beard, his shoulders are broad, his voice deep – yet still filled with kind compassion as he reveals snip-its of his day with me. He has always been so willing to share his thoughts. Someday he will have a wife who will be blessed by his ability to communicate.

Oh how he makes me laugh. He has the gift of seeing the world with such joy and lives his days seeking out adventure and revelry. We have always referred to him as a walking party. That boy enjoys to have himself some fun!

He is a good, good friend to his roof crashers – and he tries to be mindful of others.

This morning he was sharing a few exciting details from his previous 24 hours -  flashlight tag, swimming in a creek, dirt bike detailing, bro man conversation, snake hunting, fish skeleton retrieving, transmission fluid filling, laundry folding, snack creating and more. Keeping a straight face during some of his antic “reveals” is pretty much impossible. Boys are interesting creatures, so different than girls – God purposed differences.

Exploration, adventure, conquering, hunting, protecting. I haven’t always gotten it, but hubby cautioned me early on I needed to let him be a him…he is not a her.

After the fun talk our conversation then took a turn to the more serious. I asked him what he thought about what happened in Aurora. He shared what he had heard about the shooting, I shared what I had heard.

After a bit of solemn silence I asked him if he had heard about some of the details as it related to several of the young men and young ladies that were in the theatre.

I shared with him that I had read in an article about three different young men in the theatre who had thrown their bodies over the young ladies they were with to protect them. He asked what happened? I told him each of the young ladies survived, each of the young men died.

He was silent.

The green eyes grew serious, under the long wispy bangs that curve over his forehead, the sweet smile no longer lit up the suntanned face.

He just looked at me…for a long moment.

Without looking away he said, “Mom, I would do the same thing.”

Time stopped, for just a MOMent.

I looked deep into his thoughtful eyes, “I know you would Westley.”

My boy is quite the man…as God purposed.