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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Lessons Learned from my One-Year-Old


Ryenne has been growing like crazy these days. While we were on a recent vacation to Kauai spanning a little over a week, she out-ate both of her cousins (3 years old and almost 2), and put on two or three pounds during! She is the friendliest toddler you'll ever meet - waving and smiling at children, little old ladies, teenagers, grouchy looking old men, and even homeless people! She has absolutely no prejudice towards any person at this point in her life. And that's such a beautiful thing.
Ryenne has also been quite the jabber mouth lately. She is really into imitating sounds and intonation, and has been able to put more and more words together. Lately a phrase that you'll hear her say quite often these days sounds something like "Mah-mah, Mama." As a professional Ryenne-Ashley-language-interpretor, I have deciphered this little phrase to mean, "Help me, Mama." It's something that I've been saying for her in an attempt to model what the proper way of communicating her needs was rather than whining or crying or pointing when she would get stuck or her toy would fall over or her food would drop to the floor from the table. It's so amazing to me how quickly she picks up on things and how much she wants to learn. She tries desperately to communicate with us all the time, and we do our very best to understand her and respond as quickly as possible so as not to discourage those attempts. It's so important to listen to your child when she expresses a need because that is going to build so much trust and security into your relationship. A parent who ignores their child as she tries to communicate her needs is teaching their child that her needs are not important, that the parent does not understand her, and that ultimately whatever the parent is consumed with is more important than the child. While I, too, have been guilty of staring at my phone or computer rather than trying to meet the needs of my child, I do try so hard everyday to show Ryenne that she is my priority.
And I don't mean to say that Ryenne is the center of the universe. In reality, God is always going to be number one and pleasing Him is what is most important to me. Second to that is always going to be her daddy, David, and she comes next. In the context of communication though, David and I both feel that it is of utmost importance to do our best to listen to our daughter as she attempts to vocalize her needs, thoughts, feelings, or wants. But, it is still up to us as the parents to decide how best to respond - and sometimes that means having to say "no."
Anyway! Back to my story. This new phrase of Ryenne's ("Help me, mama") has me completely melted just about every time she says it. There is something so precious about that little voice asking me for help. I would do just about anything, as long as it was in her best interest, to meet whatever her need is when she asks me in such a sweet way. My heart overflows with joy to help her in any way I can.
This tender example of my own child asking me, the parent, for whatever it is she needs, has got me thinking often about the way my Heavenly Father looks at me.
A passage in particular that is very dear to my heart comes from Matthew 7:7-11 (ESV):

"Ask, and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. Or what man is there among you who, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will he give him a serpent? If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!"

You are probably able to guess by now where I am going with this story. As a parent, when Ryenne asks me for help, I would do anything in the world to meet that need as long as I was able and it was in her best interest. And when I am able to meet that need, it brings me so much joy. So, how much more does God delight to answer me when I ask Him for help? He may not always answer me in the way that I am asking Him to, but that is only ever because it is in my very best interest. Sometimes I have to try to explain to Ryenne why I am not able to fulfill the need she is expressing. She doesn't understand for the most part yet, other than knowing that she's not getting what she asked for, but over time, she will hopefully be able to see why it is that sometimes I must say "no" to her. The same thing with me as a child of God. I may not always understand why God is not answering me in the way that I want Him to, but without fail, His reasoning is always in my best interest.
And what about the times where He does grant my request? That doesn't mean that He is answering my request because I've done anything right to earn it as a reward. It actually means the same exact thing as when He says "no:" it's because it's in my best interest. And if I receive so much joy in helping my daughter and giving her the things that she asks for, then how much more does it delight my Heavenly Father to help me and grant my requests!!! And oh, how much greater is His love for me than the love that I have for my little girl.

I am so thankful for the privilege it is to have my wonderful husband and my precious daughter as God's two greatest means of revealing Himself to me in new and beautiful ways. I have never felt more valued, cherished, protected, and loved by God as I do now, and I am so so thankful for the lessons He teaches me daily through my duties as a child of God, wife to David, and mama to Ryenne.

Randie Megan






Friday, August 14, 2015

Move over, Pinterest

Every night after Ryenne Ashley goes down to sleep I close her bedroom door, walk out to the living room, and am met with one of my favorite views as a mother and wife. No, it's not a Pinterest-worthy room with white walls, geometric shapes, modern furniture, and a vast array of trendy artwork hanging on the walls. The scene that I am usually greeted with consists of baby toys scattered about the room, a little shoe here and there, my husband's lunch containers sitting on an end table, board books scattered far from their place on the bookshelf, David's work uniform crumpled in a heap on the floor... a room very much lived-in. Many people might actually describe this sight as a complete mess (and on more than one occasion I admit that I would have agreed), but I look at it and it is the most beautiful home in the world to me. Tonight it finally hit me - why it's so beautiful to me:
What a blessing and privilege it is to have a husband and a baby to clean up after!
Those scattered toys and books strewn across the room? That means there was a little person who played and read and discovered today. The dirty lunch tupperware? That means there was a husband who enjoyed a good meal today. Those little shoes sitting in random places on the floor? They belong to a pair of adorable little feet that are not only walking all over the place, but growing way too fast! And the dirty pile of laundry? That means that there's a hard-working man in the house who ran, sweated, and worked in that uniform all day to provide for his family.
How could I see these things and not feel grateful?? The absence of them would possibly mean that that room could have the potential to be pinned on Pinterest, but oh how empty my life would feel without the laundry, the dishes, the little shoes, the toys, and the books to bring purpose and fulfillment to my life! There is no other title in the world that I'd rather have than "Wife" and "Mama." I know I didn't do anything to deserve either of those titles, but God in His sweet grace chose me to be wife to David and mama to RyeRye nonetheless.
And so it brings me great joy to clean up after my two precious charges every night. Goodness knows where I'd be without them :)
The most Pinterest-looking part of my home currently haha
David brought me these beautiful roses just because....
just because I'm a lucky girl :)
Xoxo,
Randie Megan

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Mawwiage

Mawwiage. 
That dream within a dream.
Okay, enough with the Princess Bride quotes. I knew this post was going to be about our marriage and so that was just the first thing that started running through my mind...
David and I have been married for nearly 2 years now - 2 years on August 9th! I remember when we were arriving in Chicago in the summer of 2013 - engaged and so ready to be married in about 2 months - a friend picked us up at the airport and as we chatted, she mentioned that she and her husband had been married for two years. I thought that sounded SO LONG. To me it seemed like she was making it sound as if they were newlyweds, but obviously they were basically a seasoned couple, right?? Well, let me just tell ya - at ALMOST two years of marriage, it DOES seem like we are still newlyweds. And I don't meant that because we are still living life in a honeymoon haze - reality has definitely set in, probably along the same time as when it came time to birth my daughter last summer. I just mean that I still remember with such clarity our wedding day and our honeymoon and moving to our first home together. In one sense, it really does seem like it was just a month ago that we got married.
In another sense, though...
It seems as if we have been married for 40 years. And again, just to clarify - I don't mean that it feels like 40 years because I am so sick of my husband. On the contrary, I am just as dependent on him as ever - we just have SO MUCH HISTORY together in our mere 2 years of marriage.
In two years, we have somehow managed to get married, go on a honeymoon to Kauai, move to Chicago, get pregnant, have a baby, move to a new apartment, graduate from college, move to Hawaii, have our very first house, and start a new job. Not to mention the 598 things that happened in between (like me learning how to play Settlers of Catan or David changing his very first diaper). It's no wonder that it feels like we've been married so long. We've had a very full life together thus far! So much so that it feels like we've spent a lifetime together.
(I can just hear the people who have been married for 5+ years chuckling at me and muttering "that little newlywed...")
All that said. There is a thing or two that I have learned through being married to my hunk. Here are a few of my top "Husband Observations:"
- Not all men leave the toilet seat up! Crazy, right?? I had mentally prepared myself to accept that I would have to beg my husband to remember to put the toilet seat down, but lo and behold, he did it without being asked! His mama done raise him right!
- David could kiss me ALL DAY if I let him... and sometimes, I need to let him :) 
- David is a creature of habit. If he could, he would eat cereal for breakfast, pizza for lunch, and burgers for dinner every. single. day.
- My hubby is unbelievably strong. Seriously, WHO else could watch a baby make its way into the world and not go running in the opposite direction?? I would much rather birth a child than be the one having to helplessly watch it happen.
- David is painstakingly patient. He goes above and beyond what is necessary to keep calm and let it go, whatever "it" is. He has put up with period-related emotional roller coaster rides, pregnancy-related emotional roller coaster rides, post-pardum-related emotional roller coaster rides, motherhood-related emotional roller coaster rides, and plain old woman-related emotional roller coaster rides. This guy is in it for the long run!
- David's clothes drawers will ALWAYS be unfolded and unorganized.
- He will win ALL tickle fights and water fights... unless he lets me win.
- No matter how much I may think I am self-reliant or independent, when it all comes down to it, my husband is my ROCK. I don't know what I would do without him. There could be a tornado heading our way and if David was with me, I would be calm. 

There are about 5,978,223 more things that I've learned throughout the past 2 years, but those are the few that come to mind at the moment that are worth sharing ;)
How long have you been married? And what are some things that you've learned about your husband in the years you've been together?

Thanks for stopping by!
Randie Megan