Multitasking Mama (by Sarah Grady Wingerter)

Harborlily Creative welcomes our next guest blogger, Sarah Grady Wingerter. A military wife and mother of four, Sarah will be sharing  her wit and poigniant insights with us from her "home base" of South Korea. Please welcome her, give thanks for the sacrifice she and her entire family are making for our country, and offer your support in the way of comments, etc. to help Sarah stay connected with all of you. Welcome Sarah!

While pregnant with my first, I proudly announced to my sister that I was not only talking with her on the phone, I was also sewing!  "I'm multitasking!  This is important for motherhood." To which she replied, "Multitasking is a weak motherhood trait."

I pondered this years later while making dinner, nursing the baby, chatting on the phone and bathing the older children, while chewing gum!  So if multitasking is a weak trait, what's a strong one?

 All of this I am writing from a hillside cottage just outside the concrete jungles of South Korea.  Why am I here?  I'm here on a mission.  That mission -- wife and mother.

Uncle Sam gave my husband orders to come here for one year and the children and I weren't on them.  So, what's a girl to do?  I tucked my three children under my arms, and along with my preborn wombmate, secured passports and visas, hitchhiked on a military hop and landed in our new home for the year.

I may have given up a lot; a support network, familiar surroundings, a dishwasher -- but what I have is greater.  I have my family, together.  I may or may not have "strong motherhood traits," but my motherhood has made ME strong and, I have the most important thing -- love.

Cheers to God's great gift of motherhood!  So go hug your man, all your little lambs and bring a rose to Our Great Mother.  And if you can multitask, you can do them all at once!

"Pace Yourself"

  Recently, I thanked a friend for her support during my painfully slow progress with posting~ I'm working on getting more regular (just don't go back and review post dates...).  She responded with more encouragement.  She reminded me that we are all busy during this holiday season.  "Sus,"  she said, "celebrate what you have accomplished and pace yourself- you'll get there."  It was nice to have a voice of reason soothing my temptation to beat myself up and offering encouragement to keep plodding along.

 I began to apply this logic to where I was in this very holy season.  I had launched myself and household into garlands and twinkle lights at supersonic warp speed.  It proved to be a "warped" speed because I had led a frenzied pace to decorate the entire house, familiarize myself with most Christmas tunes, and urge the kids toward being on the "NICE" list all before December 1st.  Indeed, this was a first for me.  I grew up in a home where the Church's Advent calendar led the season.  We lit the advent candles and did a daily spiritual reflection at dinner time.  My Mom was adamant in having us wait until the very eve of Christmas to decorate the tree.  I'm sure there is a happy medium in all of this timing.  But I will say that my childhood tradition of "waiting" certainly built the anticipation to a near fevered pitch for us kids.  We were also building a true understanding of Christmas and the Reason we were celebrating. I began to realize the wisdom in the advice to Pace Myself.  True, Christ had already been born 2011 years ago.  This wasn't a true birthday celebration.  Advent is technically about helping us ready ourselves in preparation for the second coming of Christ.  It was not a bad thing to place baby Jesus in the manger early in the season~ it was a nice reminder of how He came as a vulnerable child.  Yet, my preoccupation with "festivities" had felt a little hollow without remembering to work "on the inside" alongside decorating the outward appearances.  In doing so, I had nearly reached burnout prematurely and allowed the secular jingling bells to drown out the Silent Night. 

  I found healing and restoration in remembering the importance on pacing oneself...this season is a journey...Mary and Joseph certainly didn't reach Bethlehem on the donkey overnight.  It was with one step at a time. 

  Perhaps cliche, but always true, life is often about what happens while journeying that makes the destination hold significance.  Perhaps, this was true for St. Joseph.  Maybe it was in the quiet unseen parts of the journey on foot that he gave his greatest sacrifices- sharing his portion of food with the donkey so it could have the strength to continue carrying it's precious cargo.  Walking on foot so Mary could ride with a little more comfort.  Either way, it wasn't the speed with which they reached Bethlehem, that impresses us in stories to this day...it was the tremendous distance they traveled burdened as they were.  They reached Bethlehem and still found hardship in "No room at the Inn."  It was essential then as it is now... this concept of pacing oneself... we will get there...this life is not our home forever.