Mom Fatigue Syndrome. It’s real, it’s pervasive, and it creeps into every facet of a mom’s life leading to overwhelm, exhaustion, anxiety, and feeling like you’re stuck in a big, fat fog—a Mom Fog.
But in trying to get unstuck, moms frequently use methods and techniques that don’t work with the way their brain is wired. They begin to blame themselves, perpetuating the problem, and end up with no energy, no joy, and no motivation to make things better.
Get ready, sister, because we are spilling some fantastic beans today! This was captured LIVE in College Station, Texas at a Fresh Grounded Faith conference featuring Bible teacher Kelly Minter and singer-songwriter Michael O’Brien.
Kelly shares the unlikely Bible character she most relates to, and then both Kelly and Michael reveal their (very funny) most embarrassing moments. We’ll also give some helpful advice to moms of teenage sons, and you’ll learn how to take a “fiction vacation.”
We need each other! None of us are designed to do this life alone … without support, without community. But sometimes we just don’t know how to get over our self-reliance and get honest with others.
So, today on the 4:13 Podcast, we’re going to learn from author and podcast host, Heather MacFadyen, about how to not mom alone. But her insight isn’t just for moms! This applies to whoever you are and whatever you do.
I answered the phone one Friday in May, just six days before school was out, and heard my tenth grade son’s history teacher say,
“Mrs. Rothschild.” (It’s never a good sign when a phone call begins with Mrs.) “Your son, Clayton, has a 69 in my class. He’s so bright and I know he can do better… I thought you could encourage him.”
Oh, yes. I was ready to “encourage” him!
I was upset, panicked, and feeling guilty that I hadn’t been more alert. I was a mixed up mess of emotions.
The first words from a first born baby are just the best, aren’t they?
Our first child’s first word was… wait for it… wait for it… ball!
Yep, not original, but, girl, I wrote it down in the baby book, called my mom and was so excited I could have started a blog dedicated to his brilliance.
Then, he added words, but only a few. He called my husband “Dadda” and he could also say “up” when he wanted out of his crib.
There’s something about routine that brings me comfort. I know what to expect and what each new day will bring.
But, there’s also something about routine – about the dailiness of life – that can make me feel stuck.
I start to feel trapped in my very own life.
Have you ever felt swallowed up in the dailiness of your life — doing the same old chores and tasks over and over and over again?
