Wednesday, September 24, 2014

A Lesson On Letting Go

Wednesday, September 24th 2014

Is it just me or does anybody else have a hard time letting go of the things you want so badly in life and simply "letting in" the reality that seems to be knocking at your door?

My whole life I've desired things for my future self; things that can only be described as petty, materialistic, and selfish: a big house, nice car, beautiful clothes, expensive vacations in the Caribbean and Europe, etc. I've lived for this future...believed in this future. Not to say that any of these things are bad to long for but why is it so important that these "things" be obtained? And why do these things seem to determine our stature and success in life? 

I think that a lot of us share this "American Dream" because that's what we are subconsciously taught to desire. We are told to go to school, get a college degree,  get a good corporate job and work as hard as you can so that you can buy yourself all of life's "necessities." Does that sound familiar to anyone? Even if we aren't necessarily told it...we watch it happen all the time, until all the sudden we are practically desiring it for ourselves as well.

I've come to grips with this reality more and more as I've gotten older; the reality that simply states that nothing in life is going to just be handed to you. You see...my whole life I naively figured that a life of luxury would somehow just land in my lap. Now, I didn't believe I was going to "marry rich" nor did I desire that (I mean if it happened I wouldn't be complaining either) but for some reason I thought gaining success would be easy and that the money would just flow in like crazy. We can all assume that I learned that lesson hard and fast.

Growing up...my dad worked his BUTT off to provide for our family. He traveled endlessly, spent hour upon hour building relationships with his clients, and never did I ever hear him complain. The best part is, he was always there for dinner in the evenings, bike rides on the weekends, and practically every sporting event his girls participated in (he even showed up at my school plays...commitment). Now, I never had those special name-brand clothes or drove an expensive car...but I had a lot. I was given a lot, I received a lot, and I expected a lot as well. I'm not saying that I didn't deserve all the things I was given, but at the same time, I was given a lot of undeserved things (if that makes sense).

I saw how hard my father worked, at times it was frustrating to me. But yet I expected to go on that exotic spring break trip, and I anticipated that my gas was paid for at the end of the day. You see, I  never saw past my own circumstances...and because of it I began to EXPECT a lot. 

Let me interrupt for a second and say that as I write this, I have a pit at the bottom of my stomach urging me to shut this blog down. How could you have been this person? How could you have been so selfish and self absorbed? But the truth is...I was this person and I still struggle with this person. I have selfish desires, I have self absorbed goals...but I also have Jesus and His grace covers me. So here I am laying it before His feet and for the world to see to show that I am not perfect and I do not have all my "stuff" together. I am a woman navigating the path laid before me...so again I ask for your grace.

So here I am...23 years old; I'm a college graduate with All-American Honors, and the Lord called me to stay at home with my daughter and son (and the hopefully many more to come). Some look at me with despise when I tell them I stay at home full-time, some look at me in disgust. In all honesty, sometimes I look at working moms in despise, and sometimes I look at them in disgust. The point is, we all want what we can't have right? We all desire to be something or someone that is a better version of the self that we already are. We feel that if we just had that nice house with the fenced in backyard and extra bedroom that we would be happy. But would we?

This is the situation that I am currently learning from.

I have this picture perfect idea in my head of what my life should look like and the steps that we need to take (as a family) to get there. You see...I often times don't have a great picture of what the end goal should look like but I have a pretty good idea of what the transitional steps should look like. I'm a person that lives for transitions (if that makes any sense at all). I look at a situation and say, "Ok, now we need to do A, B, and C to get to D, E, and F...." and I'd say that I'm pretty good at transitions. I am however NOT saying that I am good with change (there is a big difference).

Let me give you all a little example:
Recently, we found out we were having a baby right? We were thrilled, undone, and overjoyed at the growth of our family. Yet, the minute I heard about this new addition I began to picture in my head where we needed to be, and the things that needed to be done before baby Kirby #2 made his appearance. I started visualizing in my head the transitions that needed to happen in our lives before this baby came into the picture and before I knew it, I was consumed with thoughts of what I wanted for this family instead of what our family actually needed. I'm not saying that it's bad to plan, but what I struggled with was this notion that we had follow a specific plan and transitional period in order for our family to thrive.

We currently live in an outstanding 2 bedroom, 2 bath condo, with a pool, a park, a garage, a patio, and an amazing community. Not to mention, we are seconds away from a grocery store, minutes away from our friends, and surrounded by family that love to visit us. What more could we need right? We have been blessed in more ways than I can even begin to explain, yet...something inside of me told me that we needed more. I began to believe that this second baby was going to take up the entirety of our existing home and that there would be no room for the rest of us (which can happen with all the swings, bouncers, and cribs don't get me wrong). Unbeknownst to my husband I began looking for a home with three bedrooms, 2 full baths, a fenced in backyard, eat-in kitchen, play room, 2 car garage, nice neighborhood,  and a great location. As I continued my search I found myself leaving little room for compromise, especially when it came down to my husbands thoughts on the matter.

Who cares if it's going to cost us close to triple what we are already paying in rent, utilities, and LUXURIES! Who cares if we spread ourselves thin...at least we'll have all that we "need" right?

And so I ran in search of something better, something bigger, something more "suitable" to our needs and in the process, I left out the actual needs of our family. I began to picture this false reality that I thought was going to complete our family when in truth we already had everything we needed. We had MORE!

My sweet husband longed to invest into my (wacky) vision because all he ever wants is to see me happy and so he came house hunting with me (even though all we can afford to do at this point is rent), poured his time and energy into this dream with me. Yet at the end of the day...we still had to deal with the same reality:

He is an entrepreneur, growing his real estate business with little to no income each month. I am a stay at home mom, pouring my heart and soul into our daughter and giving whatever else I have left to my own health business.

We are young, naive, inexperienced, and blessed to be debt free. So why did I feel the rush to accumulate more?

This house hunting search went on from about the month of April till....last week when I finally began to "let go" and "let in" our true reality. No, my "ah-ha" moment didn't come because my husband told me I couldn't have any of these things, he never killed the dream that I longed to live...in fact he endorsed it, was willing to give his everything just so that I could have it. My "ah-ha" came while walking the dog last week (pretty epic right?) and watching Rozalyn run ahead of me. It was as if in that moment the Lord removed the blinders from my eyes and allowed me to see the BIG picture.

"Look what you have already Tessa. Look what I have given you. Stay in this place a while longer and I will give you your hearts desire. Stop looking at what you think you need during this time and start focusing on all that you already have. You can make this work. You are capable. You are strong. Give this up to me and allow me to intervene on behalf of your needs." said the Lord as I soaked in the amazing sunlight and watched as Rozalyn trotted so elegantly before me.

It was like, in that moment everything was completely clear...crystal clear. I finally saw life for what it truly was and forgot about all that I thought I needed. It all made sense to me. How could I have pictured myself anywhere else than where I am right now? I am blessed. I am beyond blessed. I have all that I truly need right in front of me and I AM satisfied.

This conviction hit me hard and I couldn't wait for Guy to get home so I could tell him about the revelation the Father had given me. I can't explain to you the look of relief on his face when I practically shouted out, "God told me we need to stay here." It was almost like everything that he had been silently praying for and believing in had come to pass and finally his voice had been heard. He didn't have to say, "I told you so," or "wow that took you long enough to figure out!" He simply asked..."so how can I make this work for you?" It was in that moment that the Lord affirmed to me that we had made the right decision.

You see...we probably could have moved. Had more space, more rooms, and more luxuries. We could have accomplished this "dream" of mine but how long would it have lasted? Would I have remained truly happy because I had finally accumulated all these things that I thought we needed? I don't know the answer to that but what I do know is that the Father has a perfect plan for us, He knows our needs and He knows our desires...He cherishes them. But He also has the most perfect timing in the world...after all He is our Creator.

So what did I learn from this...what did I gain during this experience?

I'll tell you this much, I learned first and foremost that my plan is not my own plan; His design for our lives is always so much grander than we could ever imagine. Second, I learned that although it's good to have dreams and goals for your life, sometimes the dreams and goals that the Father has for you are much different than what society expects them to be. And lastly, I learned that it often takes a whole lot of pride swallowing and letting go of our own, man-made plans in order to fully receive the reality to which the Father is calling us to walk in.

"If you say go, we will go. If you say wait, we will wait. If you say step out on the water and they say it can't be done, we'll fix our eyes on you and we will go. For your ways are higher than our ways, and the plans that you have laid are good and true."

What plans have you made in your own life that you need to let go of and give to God? Ask Him...I guarantee He will answer. It is my prayer that by sharing my life and the trials and triumphs that I often face that you may feel encouraged and know that you are not alone. We all deal with "stuff" in our life...big or small...it's still significant and I hope that by reading this ever so amateur written blog that you would see that first hand. God loves to deal with our "stuff." 

**Thanks for tuning in friends! Please pray for me this week as we begin the amazing adventure of potty training! Woo hoo! Cheers to a crazed, cabin-fevered momma, who wants to pull her hair out! Wish me luck!!!
My Best Friend

Friday, September 19, 2014

Raising Defiance: Learning to Say "I'm Sorry"


Friday, September 19th 2014


There comes a time in motherhood when raising your child is no longer about the "Oooo's" and "Ahhhh's" that mark the many major milestones of your child's life: like rolling over, sitting up on their own, clapping their hands, saying "da-da" and "ma-ma" (if you're lucky enough to have that one come first), taking their first step, etc. It's like there's this shift, this subtle yet apparent shift that occurs when all those cute moments suddenly turn into...straight defiance.

You're suddenly having to navigate how to rejoice in your child's successes while simultaneously directing them away from "pushing the boundaries" as my doctor so gracefully put it (i.e. smudging your make-up all over the ground as you rush to get out the door, pulling every single book off your bookshelf because...why not...it's fun, climbing on top of your kitchen counters when no ones looking and oh ya, getting into the knife drawer...sweet, or simply tossing tirelessly on the floor as you change their fifth poopy diaper of the day. Pushing the boundaries. Ya right. It's more like pushing me off my ROCKER!!

Let's just be honest mom's...we all face it; That torn feeling of how to you love your child unconditionally while still giving them the push back they need (so you're not left standing with the screaming kid in the grocery store, while everyone looks grudgingly at you...although...we've all probably been there. And if you think you'll be the exception to that rule, I hate to break it to you...you simply won't). It's just something we have deal with as moms and although it sucks...it's our job right?

I had a mom friend a while back tell me she couldn't stand the thought of having to spank her child or even swat their hand. At the time she was a new mom with a 2 month old, while I was dealing with my 18 month old and laughing under my breath. But in all honesty, she's right...you can't stand the thought of punishing your child at such a young and innocent age. We don't like to do it, it doesn't make us feel better as parents when we have to teach our 9 month olds that it's not okay to stick their fingers in light sockets, and chew on the dogs bones. It doesn't just "come natural" to us to spank our children or tell them "NO" after you've already said it 57 times that day. But let's face it...we all have to learn how to raise defiance as mothers. It's not easy, it's not fun, but it sure is one thing...tiring.

Over the past couple weeks, I've been navigating through a situation with my almost 2 year old daughter and it's been one in which I've had to reassess a lot of my parenting techniques along the way. Now I wouldn't consider Rozalyn to be an incessantly "strong-willed" child (although she has her moments) but in this particular situation she was being extremely defiant against the wishes of her mother and it was making me really angry.

It all started when I returned home from my business trip to Utah. Rozalyn had been staying at my parents house/her auntie's house in Michigan while my husband and I were away for the week. My mom was relaying to me an occurrence from the night before that involved Rozalyn hitting her cousin Cylis in the face with a broom.

Wow. That was my first reaction too! How rude right!? Then she shared with me how after basically jilting her cousin she would not say that she was sorry (here it is folks...the situation). Well, that's weird I thought, since Rozalyn really started talking she's had no trouble saying the word "sorry," she would even graciously repeat it every time she was told to do so.

This MUST just be a one time deal. HAS to be! Rozalyn would never act that defiant............I mean look at her for heaven sake.

Well friends, I was wrong. After experiencing the same situation first hand once more in Michigan and countless times after returning home, I realized things needed to change.

Now, some of you might be thinking...Tessa, just chill out. Give the kid a break, she's not even two years old! And believe me, I've thought the same thing...over and over again. But the truth is...what it really comes down to, is that if I continue to (as her parent) inconsistently teach her that it's okay to knock a kid down or draw all over the kitchen floor, and if I continue to give her the excuse that ya, maybe she doesn't fully understand what it means to be truly sorry so I'll let this time slide, I'm not doing her any favors in the long run. I'm not teaching her to be compassionate, I'm not teaching her to love when it's hard to love, and I'm not teaching her what it means to lay aside your own selfish pride.

I am in NO way teaching her what it means to be Jesus.

So I have this strong conviction right? This needs to change.
Well that was much easier said than done.

I go through 2 grueling days with Roz...on top of the crazy, teething child that she already was, I was having to deal with a whole different beast. PRIDE! It's like I could see it in her eyes...festering, lingering, determined. She was not about to say that she was sorry.

Day 1 of my determined mighty mom act consisted of this:

It's a Thursday morning, just like any other day of the week, although this morning I had a business associate over for training. And THIS morning I NEEDED to focus! I couldn't get more than two words out without her screaming on the floor next to me, because although she wouldn't say she was sorry for coloring on my beautiful, white, antique table cloth, she was going to make sure that I heard just how upset she was about me sternly asking her to say she was sorry (as I tried my hardest to stay calm in front of my associate).

Be consistent Tessa. I told myself. Be strong Tessa. I screamed (to myself of course).

I needed to change my approach. So what did I do next? I told her that she needed to go to her room and she couldn't come out until she told me she was sorry. I had NO idea what I was doing. I'd never shut her in her room by herself for long periods of time. Who knows what she would do in there! But I stuck to my guns and it wasn't pretty.

When I first put her in there, she screamed at the top of her lungs and I "confidently" walked back to my meeting, feeling like the worst mother ever. I waited about 5 minutes but it felt like an eternity (in all reality it was probably 3 minutes) and I went back in her room. I knelt down in front of her and said "Rozalyn, you need to tell mommy you're sorry for coloring on the table." I got nothing. She screamed some more and tears rushed down her bright pink cheeks. She looked a little something like this...


I was dying inside! But I told myself once more, stay strong Tessa, be consistent. So again, I closed the door and told her that she couldn't come out until she said she was sorry. At this point I'm sure the woman sitting at my dining room table thought I was nuts but I smiled and urged her to continue with her questions. This time I'm sure I had to have waited 10 minutes because I answered A LOT of her questions!

When I went in to check on Roz, she was sprawled out on the floor in front of the door with her blotchy red, tear streaked face staring me down. "Rozalyn, can you please say you're sorry?" Nothing. I was at a loss. In that moment I caved, settled for a hug and a kiss and called it quits for the day.

Day 2:

It had been a day or two since our last go around and I honestly can't remember at this point what series of events occurred prior to this specific episode but it started out much like the last time (at least I'm sure it did), except for this time my husband was around to witness the chaos.

I insisted that she say she was sorry. She wouldn't. So I told her, like before, that she needed to go to her room and stay in there until she said she was sorry. This led to an uproar all on its own. Apparently last time had been pretty traumatic since the mentioning of her "room" made her lip quiver. The screaming soon followed and like before, saying sorry was not something she was going to give up too easily. So I gave her one last chance to say she was sorry (for whatever it was she had done) and when she refused, I closed the door.


Now let me just interject really quickly and say that this process was not just difficult for me, it was EXTREMELY difficult, it was exhausting and it was heartbreaking. Having to literally "shut out" your child from your instinctual grasp is not something that comes natural, feels natural, or remains natural. It hurts your heart to see your child collapse in tears as you shut the door in front of them, and it kills you when you have to listen to their muffled cries following. Nothing about this process is easy for us moms (and or dads) but it's a learning curve for each of us. So grace people...I need grace.

When I felt like a sufficient amount of time had passed (4 minutes max!) I reentered her bedroom, knelt down and for what felt like the hundredth time asked if she would say she was sorry. My heart sunk when those words did not fall off her lips and I slowly turned for the door. After closing it to the sound of her pathetic sobs I ran out to my husband and cried, "I don't know what to do honey. What am I supposed to do?" With little response from the jury I decided I was going to go back into her room and suffice for a hug and a kiss.

As I once again knelt before her small, delicate toddler innocence I asked one last time, "Rozalyn, can you please tell mommy you're sorry." Is it any surprise to anyone else that she said nothing once again? In that moment so many things flooded my mind: I could spank her again-that might work, or I could yell at her some more, tell her she has to stay in her room longer... and as all these thoughts thickened in my brain, I began to feel discouraged, upset and most of all defeated. It was then that I heard the Lord say to me..."Pray Tessa. Just pray."

Pray? PRAY? What am I supposed to pray about here? I thought.

But with strong conviction in my heart, I grabbed Rozalyn, wrapped her in my arms and began to pray. I'm not really sure what I prayed for in those next 5 minutes but I remember asking the Lord to reveal to Rozalyn what compassion truly looks like, and what it really means to be sorry. I asked the Lord to take away any pride that might reside within Rozalyn and to replace it with mercy. I thanked the Lord for Rozalyn's grace and tender heart and I declared that the enemy not have any jurisdiction over those areas of her life.

Like I said, I'm not too sure what I really prayed during that time but the Lord's grace was flooding my spirit and all I knew was that in that moment this is the one thing that I could do, the one thing the Father would do for His children.

When I reached my final remarks and ended with an accompanied "Amen," I pulled Rozalyn in tight and told her how much I loved her. It was in that moment that she pulled away, looked into my eyes and exclaimed, "Sowwy mom."

I was completely undone. Every fiber of my being was extraordinarily overwhelmed at what I had just heard flow off my daughters tongue. Lord, thank you. You are good. You are worthy. You know just what we need when we need it and you give endlessly to those who trust in you.

This was not a "Go mommy" moment this was a "Go God" moment, because He knew what Rozalyn needed before I knew it. And had I chose to continue going about the situation like I was, she probably would have never uttered that fragile word. But the Lord intervened and it is through Him and Him alone that that conflict was resolved.

If there is one teaching moment here, it's that the Lord knows exactly what His children need and we sometimes have to change our perspective as mothers, and daughters as to how we approach certain situations. Society will tell you how to deal with a specific situation by giving you a load of self-help books and parental advice, which absolutely works for people, I am in no way denying that. But our Heavenly Father is not our society, He is our creator, our comforter, our counselor; and He and He alone knows His flock better than anyone. So maybe the next time you feel like you have your heart set on what the world would do or finds acceptable, step back and say a silent pray for all that you need in that moment and the Lord will intervene. I promise. 

"Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God's peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus." Phillippians 4:6-7

Thank you for tuning into my blog. I cannot thank you enough for your endless amount of love and support. I want to state, that my intentions for this blog are to share with the world my daily life as a mom, as a wife, and as a daughter of our Heavenly Father. I, in no way claim to know it all or interject on the righteousness of others dealing with similar situations. My hope is to encourage others to laugh, and see the beauty in our sometimes wild and crazy lives. Please share this with anyone that you think needs a little uplifting today!

xoxo, Tessa

Monday, September 15, 2014

My Crazy BUT Beautiful Life As A Housewife

Monday, September 15th 2014

Wow. This is super weird. Never in my life would I have thought that I would be writing a blog, nor desiring to write a blog. Yet, here I am, enamored at the endless possibilities before me, while I listen to the thunderstorm unfold outside, drinking my delicious cup of coffee, filled with probably too much hazelnut creamer, and listening to my favorite Pandora station-Gregory Alan Isakov (could there be a more perfect atmosphere to write a blog in?). To be totally honest, I thought for a long time that blogging was for dead end writers and hopeless romantics waiting to find love. But again, here I am. Writing a blog about my life, which really isn't all that interesting but I will admit, it has its moments. 

Let me first begin by emphasizing that I am in no way a professional writer, I am 100% amateur...like maybe even the step below amateur level...which is, I'm not even sure, but that's where I am. I will probably have way too many typo's and grammatical errors...but whose counting right? YOU ARE! Come on...just because I'm subpar amateur doesn't mean I don't know the difference between "whose" and "who's!" But for real...stop critiquing, counting, and whatever else you may be doing, just try to enjoy! Cool...now that we are on the same page, let's begin....

My name is Tessa Kirby (maiden name Adams), I am 23 years old, and knee deep in the beginning stages of those "terrible two's" with my daughter Rozalyn (Pronounced: Roz-lynn). I am married to the most amazing man that I could have possibly ever dreamed of, his name is Guy. Yes, just Guy...although he likes to refer to himself as Gunther from time-to-time. 

Here we are...my family. 

(L-R) Me, Rozalyn, Guy 


OHHHH...And not to mention...there's another one in the works. Coming January 2015! 
PRESENTING...Baby BOY Kirby! 




So here we are...week 24
24 down, 16 to go!!!


I am in no way ready to handle two little munchkins but man, am I excited!

So you may be wondering...why in the heck are you even writing this blog? For starters, let's just clarify that I am still trying to figure that out for myself but I felt a strong conviction from the Lord to share my life: my ups, my downs, and my in betweens. Like probably many of you...I desire to live a life with a lasting legacy, but more than anything, I desire to instill joy, vision, freedom and healthy living into my family. 

I want to make a difference in peoples lives, I want to bring the Kingdom where ever I go, and I want my children to grow up knowing I did everything in my power to be the BEST mom I knew how to be.  Will I fail? Absolutely. Have I failed? Oh yes. Am I scared out of my mind at the thought of failure? More than anything. 

So who are you Tessa? 

Well that's a great question, one in which I'm still trying to figure out myself BUT to give you an idea of what I DO know I'll begin by saying: 

I am a woman, a woman that loves the Lord with all of her heart, soul, and mind. I am a wife, a wife to a husband that loves me for reasons I don't understand and don't try to. I am a mother, a mother to an almost two year old girl, that lives without fear, laughs without hesitation, and dances like no one's watching (always). I am a provider, a stay-at-home mom, working part time for a company that allows me not only time freedom, but financial freedom as well. I am a musician, a worshipper trying to find her voice amidst the noise. I am a designer, an ambitious renovator, seeking to make the lifeless come to life again. I am a sister, a baby sister to the best 3 older sisters a girl could ask
for. I am a daughter, the baby of 4 girls to the two most inspiring and influential parents that exist. I am an aunt, an aunt to the 3 most precious creations in all the world.  And I am a friend, a friend that longs to love and be loved, encourage, strengthen, refine, and challenge. 
Getting Baptized (7/27/14)
Love 


Recreations by Tessa
Worship at its finest

Health Talk-USANA Health Sciences

Imaginations running wild
Sisters (L-R) Hannah (30), Me (23), Erica (27), Lexi (25)
Recreation Renovation
We hate having our picture taken....
Nieces (L-R) Ezra (4), Selah (6)
Nephew-Cylis Robert (1) 
Mom and Dad
Family (L-R)
Fred, Ezzie, Hannah, Cylis, Lexi, Dad, Selah, Mom, Erica, M, Roz, Guy
 Here it is...my life in a nutshell. 
I am blessed beyond belief, I am fortunate, I am grateful. God you are so good, you are so faithful. 
Follow me for more stories of the day-in-the-life of a young mom just trying to figure it all out, without having the slightest clue of what she's doing! 



Don't you think I forgot friends...
I didn't come up with this blog title alone! I enlisted the help of an army of people through my facebook to generate a title they thought fit me best. The winner(s) were to be announced in this first blog. So here it is friends, the winners of this blog title challenge are....
Becky Vanderpol
Grace Marcy

Bridget Kao

Thank you ladies all so much. You each helped inspire me to create something that I otherwise could not have done on my own. And a HUGE shoutout to the rest of you who voiced your input on the situation. It was a really tough decision! 

THAT'S ALL FOLKS!