Thank you Jesus

I finished reading the book of Matthew this morning. With it being Easter in a couple of weeks, reading Jesus’ death and resurrection story was timely. In my opinion the bible doesn’t do a great job of going into deep detail about the pain and misery that Jesus experienced while being beaten, tortured and crucified. Don’t get me wrong, it’s horrible and chilling, but the details are omitted. He gets arrested, beaten, crucified and then he rises and all is well. But after reading more detailed accounts and watching The Passion and seeing the indescribable pain that He went through, I have a whole new perspective. 

When you become a mother, you don’t really worry as much about what will happen to you, but more so what will or could happen to your children. And for a brief moment (because that’s all I could handle) I pictured Noah being crucified. As a baby. My son being tortured and hurt. Because, let’s face it, the people who would be doing the crucifying wouldn't care about how old you are. And it was enough to bring me to tears and cry out to God with gratitude. We’re God’s children. Jesus is God’s son. Though He was Jesus, He was in a mortal body and felt and lived just like any other man. Although He had a super human comprehension of Heaven and God, He didn’t have a super human ability to ignore pain. He didn't have the super human ability to keep from wanting to run when He was being captured. He was still human at the time. In fact, while He was being crucified He was so human that he accused God of forsaking him. Forgetting about him. Wondering why He was being punished the way that He was. “ My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Matthew 27:46 You see, if Jesus had been crucified with the strength of God, it would have been meaningless. Anyone could be nailed to a cross and left to hang and die if they weren't affected by the pain. But not Jesus. He felt every punch, whip, thorn, and nail. He felt the weight of his body ripping through his skin and muscles. He felt the blood pouring from His body and He felt the thirst that couldn’t be quenched. While He was hanging on the cross He cried out to God begging for mercy, wondering why He wasn’t just dying already. 

EVEN JESUS QUESTIONED GOD. 

Now can we get through our heads just how remarkable the sacrifice was? Can we understand how blessed we are that we don’t have to physically hang from a tree and bleed out while in intense, agonizing pain?! Can we stop our egocentric lives for just a moment and focus on what we don’t have to do because of what He already did for us? What our children don’t have to do because of what He did for us.  It’s breathtaking. It’s indescribable. It makes me proud to be a Christian. I hope you are too

Raising a Boy-Why I may not make it to 40

Noah is only 13 months old. I can safely say that if he was our first baby, he may have been the ONLY baby! I don't know if it's because he's a boy or if it's his personality, but he is a HANDFUL! 

He's been to the emergency room once. He bangs his head against the floor (whether it be cement or carpet) when he's mad. He has a permanent bruise on his forehead-or multiple bruises across his entire forehead. He has a black eye 70% of the time. He just recently ripped his frenulum in his mouth and blood was EVERYWHERE. He climbs everything. He eats dirt. He bites. He'll throw himself on the ground in a temper tantrum in a second. 

BUT he is such a sweet and loving child. He always needs cuddles to get to sleep and he kisses and hugs constantly. He pretends to feed mommy and laughs so hard when I "eat" his food. He makes the "motor" sounds when he's playing with his cars. He brushes his hair and our hair. He opens up his little snaggle mouth and says "Ahh" when we brush our teeth. He LOVES his sisters and he is CRAZY about daddy, but he has a special place in his heart that's just for mommy and it melts my heart every.single.time.


The fact that he's constantly getting hurt makes me sound like a negligent mother, but I swear I prevent much more than he actually gets. He is fast as lightening and stubborn as a mule and some accidents just cannot be foreseen. 

I wouldn't give up this crazy life for anything and I am so thankful that God chose me to be his mom. I may have a head full of gray hair by the time I'm 30 and I'll be lucky if my heart lasts until I'm 40, but I'll live every moment with a full and joyful heart because he's my baby boy.

**NEW** Items in the shop! Little Boy Bow Ties

Just in time for Easter, I'm releasing my spring patterned clip on bow ties. These fit little boys from birth to around 5 years old. They have a metal alligator clip affixed to the back and will clip onto any button up shirt!

These can also be worn as hair bows for little girls! 

Order yours from my Etsy shop by March 30th to guarantee delivery by Good Friday for Easter. Your little boy will be a show stopper with this adorable bow tie!! 

Noah can't wait to rock his for Easter this year. Look at this little face! Just 6 months old :)

Happy ordering!!!

Just another day at the Bernardon's

Today is unseasonably warm and we've all be craving warm weather so much. We opened the windows and soaked in the warmth and enjoyed watching the curtains blow in the breeze. Then this happened...

Flying just like a superhero

They said they were "stronging"

She's stuffing her bean bag weapons into her scarf belt

This is the face you use when you get the bad guys

Baby Brother wasn't in costume, but he was definitely enjoying watching Big Sisters get the bad guys!

Being mom to these three is such an honor. They are so creative, imaginative, strong and hilarious. I'm so blessed.