Entries by Shauna Blaak

My Mother’s Day Surprise – Time Together is a Gift (FMF: Pause)

As I sit and stare out the window, the rain trickles down the window pane, and I pause to listen. Silence, sweet silence. I can hear the clock tick, I can hear the dog breathe. I can hear faint rustlings coming from down the hallway. Someone I love is waking.

And I pause to rest.

In the past months, life has been frantic. Packing and planning, sorting and selling. Moving a family across an ocean is a massive task with last-minute urgencies at every turn.

But then Mother’s Day arrived and my life turned upside down. My darling husband is the BEST LIAR (yes, there is such a thing) and he surprised me with a doozie. He and Raelynne (our oldest daughter who has been studying in Australia for almost 2½ years) conspired to surprise me with her un-announced arrival and a 3-week visit.

And they planned it for 2 months without telling me ANYTHING. She just ‘showed up’ at our table for Mother’s Day dinner!

Here is the Facebook video of the big surprise and my ugly Mom cry.

Get Ready for SuperMom and the International Move

If any of you have made a life-changing move across cities, nations, or continents, then I’m sure you can relate to the whirlwind of activity that has been my life lately.

I am surprised, actually. I knew this was going to be a challenging season, but I didn’t expect the full gamut of emotions that we’ve been experiencing. Thank God we’ve had time to process this move with friends and family, out loud and not in silence.

The biggest surprise is what I’ve experienced concerning my writing and blogging. Have you noticed my absence lately? No, it’s not because I’ve stopped writing. Quite the contrary. I’m writing regularly and feverishly, but not all of it is meant for public consumption. Some things are just for my heart to hear.  

The truth is, fear stops me from sharing my journey with you. Fear because every time I go to press “publish,” I have visions of un-subscribe, un-friend, un-follow. How crazy is that!

You Don’t Have to Perform for Me – I Release You! (FMF:: Release)

Nobody died, nor was anyone arrested or caught doing drugs. But the bomb that went off in my world was big enough to push every ‘Identity’ button in me. And let me tell you, that button has been pushed more times in the last year than I care to count.

But why should it matter? I mean, after all, it was only one week after publishing my book, “IDENTITY: Finding the Proverbs 31 Woman in the Middle of Kid Chaos” that all hell broke loose for me. Could I not have longer than one week to enjoy my ‘success’?

I think if we’re all honest with ourselves, we’ll admit that the ‘performance’ of our kids affects our ‘feelings’ of accomplishment, doesn’t it? (Or the performance of our husbands, or parents, or puppies for that matter.)    

– Why else would the tired mother be thoroughly ashamed that her kid just had a complete meltdown in the grocery store, right in front of people that she respects?

– Why else would the new mommy be devastated that her baby won’t breastfeed, but her best friend’s baby is chubby, content, and sleeping through the night?

– Why else would older mothers grow deathly silent when their grown children start making choices that are completely contrary to the way they were raised?

Shame is a killer.