Archive for ‘Mothers’

May 31, 2012

Welcome To This World, Coraline!

by pastortimfowler

baby feet close up!

I went to see my friend and his wife and their new baby last night. It was their first child and they were thrilled. I love seeing first time parents with their new babies, especially the dad. In this case, the baby was delivered via “C-section, so mom was still under the influence of the pain meds. They had both seen the baby in the delivery room, but she had not yet been brought from the nursery into their room yet. The nurse had been in checking on mom and said that they were going to bring the baby in a few minutes. At that time it was only me and the parents in the room. Some of the immediate family were on their way and showed up right before they brought the baby in, but I got to hang out with them by myself for a few minutes.
I don’t know mom that well. I have met her a few times but never had the privilege of hanging out and getting to know her. I play cards with dad once a month and have done so for over two years. Because I don’t know her that well I won’t make fun of mom and some of the things I observed as she enjoyed the pain meds. But that is one of the fun things about visiting a mom who just delivered via cesarean. They think that they are acting normal, but they are not.
Dad was trying real hard to act normal, but you can’t after your first child is born. You would think that they shared the pain meds with dad sometimes by the way they act. Of course I never acted goofy when my kids were born because, well, have you met my kids? This guy was doing pretty good though. He showed me pictures from right after the birth. Very few babies are cute then, to outsiders, but to dad they are gorgeous. Cesarean babies do look better than those born the other way. Those babies look like cone head aliens, to outsiders, but normal to parents. This was a cute baby. I watched the pride swell with each picture he showed me. It is a special moment.
For a few minutes the conversation went from the tough delivery to our next card game and then back to how beautiful the baby is and finally the family came in. I don’t like to hog time from family in any situation that involves a hospital. So I decided to wait until they brought the baby in and get a look at her in person and then head out so the family could have their time. Suddenly the door opened and the nurse came wheeling in the bed with this gift from God in it. They picked her up and handed her to mom and then I got to see that moment that is worth a million moments. It is the one where dad stands next to his wife who is holding their new-born child and he tries with all he has to smile, but tears just start flowing down his face as pride and joy and reality overwhelm him.
With that memory firmly etched in my mind I went over and hugged him and told mom that everything was awesome and bid farewell to the family I had just met. I knew that I had just seen the greatest life changing event a man can go through, other than knowing God. I believe that it is hard to look at this event in life and not consider that something this awesome just doesn’t happen without the God of love that I believe in. It never gets old and never ceases to amaze me how a grown man can be turned into a speechless and weeping ball of emotions all because of a little baby. I always thank God for that experience and hope that He never stops blessing me with the chance to see His gifts of children being brought into this world.
Congratulations Dru and Wendy! Welcome to this world Coraline. (Yes, I spelled that right)

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May 10, 2012

Mother’s Day

by pastortimfowler

 http://www.flickr.com/photos/marcusandsue/6989520159/

In case I get busy tomorrow, I wanted to be sure and get in my Mother’s Day blog. If there was ever group that deserves a holiday, it is this one. Mothers are awesome. There are two women in my life who have shown me just how awesome they are, my mother and my wife. My wife tries to tell me what to do like my mother did, but I never listened to her either, so get over it, dear.
My mom had some faults, but I know that without her I would not have been born. As much as my dad wanted me, he was not able to get pregnant and therefore married my mother to have me. Her first attempt to have me was a failure. Not a total failure, because it produced my sister. But my dad really waned me, so they tried again, and you know what they say, the second time is the charm.
When I was born they liked me so much that they tried to have another me, but it too ended in something not quite me, my brother. Don’t get me wrong, they liked them, but they were not me. I was my parents favorite first-born son.
My mom raised me special from the beginning. I did not get the first born’s hand me downs. I was the first of my siblings to learn to pee standing up. My sister claims that she could have done it first, but I guess it wasn’t that important to her until I started doing it. My mom dressed me in blue before the others and she also gave me the most masculine name of the first two of her children.
Mom cooked my favorite meals quite often. Chicken, burgers, and bacon covered anything were the top of the list. Often she would cook other stuff for the other children, but I know that she was only trying to not play favorites. It is hard for a mother to show favoritism when she has more than 1 child even though I believe she wanted to. Part of the reason that I think I was her favorite child is because she was my favorite mom as I was growing up.
My mom went to heaven several years ago. I believe she is there with no more pain from the cancer that took her life. I believe that she no longer worries about me and those other two she birthed. I believe she is trying hard not to play favorites when she tells God how thankful she is for having us, but I know that when no one else is around, she tells God how special I am.
My wife is the other mom that is special to me. I believe that it is something genetic that I inherited from my dad, but I too could not get pregnant. So I had to find someone who could. I wanted to have a child just like me because I was such a joy to my mom. Sadly I got stuck with those kids that we had to raise. They are okay, but they are not me. My wife, their mom, says that they are just like me, but we all know that would be too good to be true. I think that she loved me so much that she wanted more of me and sees those traits that make our children better. You can’t blame her for that.
My wife is a great mom. She made the children eat the same food I liked and rarely cooked them anything else. She dressed them like me often and even made our oldest, my daughter, learn to pee standing up so that she could be more like me. This is still very troubling to my daughter and her family now. My wife made all of our children promise to always say they love me more and taught them to be Gamecock fans. She never worried about how she was perceived, only how they perceived me.
In all the years that we have been married, she has treated me like she was my mother. She said that if she didn’t have any children that I would be her favorite child and believes that I will never grow up. Of course I am extremely mature for my age and this is just her desire to never stop being a mom. She cooks for me, cleans my room, makes sure I have everything I need to watch every football game the Gamecocks play, and always makes sure to leave to toilet seat up, because after all, I learned to pee standing up.
Happy Mother’s day to my two favorite moms and to all mothers out there. Sure, you don’t have children like me, but not everyone can be so blessed. Enjoy the kids you have and you can always teach them to be like me by continuing to read my blogs and teach them my ways. My two favorite moms did it with their kids, and you can too.

May 6, 2011

Mother’s Day

by pastortimfowler

Mother’s day is always a great time to recognize how awesome God is. He created man in His image and from man He made woman. That woman, Eve, was the mother of all humanity. I think that God made Eve a mom because moms are the closest picture of God’s grace one can find without experiencing God’s grace personally. I think it is that nurturing that causes us all to know that kind of love has to come from God whether we admit it or not.
My own mother was an amazing woman. As a small child she was the type that thought children should have fun. She would play in the front yard with all the kids in the neighborhood. Our house was the hangout for kids because of her. Even if we were sick and a great fun opportunity arose, she did not let us miss it.
In the south where I grew up, it does not snow much at all. When it does, everything shuts down and kids are out of school. Those who have sleds rush out to use them because the snow rarely lasts more than a day or two. I was 7 years old that year and it was the big snow and sleet storm of the year. we got about 2 inches of each and it was the perfect combination for sledding, and we had sleds. The only problem was that I had the flu. I was so sick that I had already missed a couple of days of school and the day it snowed was probably my worst day with a fever of 104. As my brother and sister were getting ready to go sledding, mom came to my room and told me to get up and get ready to go sledding. She said the snow was going to break that fever and if it didn’t I would forget about feeling so miserable by all the fun I had. Guess what. The fever broke and I slept like a 7-year-old the rest of the day and night. Mom knew that was a once a year and for some a once in a lifetime chance and she didn’t even let the flu stop me from have fun.
Mom died in early 1997 from cancer. Even in her death she was a fun person. She did not want sympathy but would rather have you laugh. So this Mother’s Day if you see me laughing, I’m not as crazy as you think, I am just remembering her.
My children are very blessed to have a great mom too. They have me to thank because I picked her out of a crowd of hundreds who wanted to be my wife. But this is a Mother’s Day blog so I will just talk about her now.
My wife is what a mom should be, full of grace and love of life and an incredible desire to see children happy. Proverbs says that a godly woman will have her children rise up and call her blessed, an I think that has happened more than once for my wife. Her love for children is amplified when it comes to our children’s children, (grandkids for those of you who are struggling). They believe that Mimi is God’s gift to them and they are probably right. I can’t wait to see her with our children’s children’s children, (great grandkids). Jesus commands to give a desire to meet Him to the children and my wife does. I think Jesus is very happy with her.
I could not have designed a better mother for my children. But here is something you may find weird. She thinks that she is my mother. Always telling me what to do and telling me what to wear and how to eat. She treats me like I’m a big kid or something. And I love it!
Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms who show God’s grace in such a special way!