Celebrating Someday …

Happy Almost Mother’s Day out there to everyone from me and my half dozen kiddos who test my patience, sanity and soda sobriety daily.


This week an entire gallon of milk, three pounds of cereal, a 6.4 oz. tube of Crest Sparkle KIDS toothpaste, two packs of Trident, a box of Crystal Light packs, a Jiffy cornbread mix, a pound of Country Time lemonade powder and a full bottle of mouthwash were sacrificed on the alter of This-Is-What-Kids-Do-To-Make-You-Crazy.

Add to that three hours in a dental waiting room with five kids, a camera plunging to its death and a toddler who refuses to be potty trained and it’s been a long week.

And yet … and yet …

Sunday will be an awesome day because ten years ago my greatest heart ache was lifted and I became a momma. And this year, like each year before, I remember just how badly I wanted this day … how much it hurt to be left out on this day … how much I prayed for someday.

And on Sunday I celebrate that someday came.

And though my children have declared that I will be poor with stained carpet ‘til the end of days, I give thanks for all six of the miracles that came to this broken, infertile woman.


Because even now, I still remember those first three years being married and the heartache of watching everyone around us start families and feeling like we never would …


And just like it was yesterday, I remember:

~ Driving into work one morning with the worst case of nausea and feeling bitter—like it was some sort of cruel joke to go through this regular cycle of missed periods, heavy nausea and then negative pregnancy tests–and then to start my cycle a day or two after the test came back negative.  I was so desperate all through my shift to make the nausea go away that I decided to run next door to the store and get a pregnancy test so that it would hurry up and be negative and I could feel better soon …

~ Taking that test in the employee bathroom and screaming out loud when that faint little line appeared … and stumbling out of the bathroom shaking and crying so hard that my co-worker ran over to see what was going on … and her giving me a hug when I showed her the test … and me pushing back and shaking my head and telling her through sobs that it wasn’t real—that she didn’t understand–because I have two doctors and two miscarriages that say can’t have kids … and her grabbing me by my shoulders and gently shaking me until I stopped talking and her looking straight into my eyes and saying, “Nike, you’re going to be a mother” … and me losing it completely as her words pierced my soul and I began to believe …


~ Being so horribly sick the whole nine months and throwing up several times a day, everyday …

~ The false alarms, the day-and-a-half in labor, the c-section and all the complications …

But mostly I remember looking at my son and knowing that I was a mother now.


And despite how overwhelming and scary that was, there was so much joy and gratitude. And I think there really must be an extra measure of sweetness to those feelings of new motherhood when it has been withheld for a time.

I am moved to tears each time I read of Hannah in 1 Samuel and read the tender words, “And the Lord remembered her ….”

And like Hannah I can truly say, “For this child I prayed ….”


And being able to share this experience with my sisters, sisters-in-law, neighbors and friends is all sorts of wonderful. Because they’re amazing mommas … and they love their kids fiercely … and they get what it’s like to go through a week of toothpaste and milk and lemonade and waiting rooms from hell.


And in the six months since I started this little blogging thing, I’ve been privileged to “meet” so many incredible women who are mommas and bloggers and crafters-to-stay-saners who get it, too.

And being surrounded by all of you gives me the hope that I can someday be like the women in my life that I look up to most—women like:

Mr. Thrive’s Mother


who recognized my post-partum depression immediately and watched me like a hawk—calling and emailing me everyday for a year with the encouragement and adult conversation I desperately needed. And even though I was struggling to know which end was up, she believed in the mother that I could become.

… and …

Mr. Thrive’s Step-Mother:


who rushed in last year when Mr. Thrive and I were on the verge of cracking up and even divorce because of the crushing stress of the whole young-family-with-six-kids-and-autism-and-layoffs-and-poverty-and-never-ever-ever-ever-ever-ever-having-any-time-or-money-for-ourselves thing. And that weekend way was magic … and restored our hope … and helped us get to the good place we are today.

… and …

My Amazing Mother


who has always been the one to call me on my crap and make me accountable for what I’m doing and not doing—and I love her for it. And last October she sat across the booth from me at Taco Bell on the last day of her visit and told me that I needed to stop procrastinating and worrying and waiting for the perfect moment to started THRIVE. She told me to not be scared of failure, but to leap … and trust that this was the right thing to do … and that answers to some of my questions and family challenges would come through doing this.

And so I did.

And two weeks later my first post went up.


Thanks, Mom.

So Happy Mother’s Day to all of us.

Hope tomorrow brings you the chance to remember your first someday and to celebrate the women in your life who make each day a little easier to get through.


And to the woman out there who still carry the heartache of someday … please know how many of us out there know your hurt, pray for you always and never give up hope that your someday will come.

20 thoughts on “Celebrating Someday …”

  1. Inspiring, Nike. Thank you, thank you, for all you share with everyone. I love your blog. I don't quite remember how I came across it, but SO grateful I did. Happy Mother's Day! :o)

  2. Nike, you are amazing. I admire you so much and look forward to to your posts. If we lived in the same place I would totally ask if you would be my friend. Heck, will you be my friend anyway? (Do you, like me, ever feel like the bloggers you read are your friends, even if you've never had a comment conversation with them?) Thanks for sharing this, it lifted my heart. Sarah

  3. What a beautiful, touching, goose-bump giving post. You are an amazing woman…that's why G-d gave you six beautiful children. One day, you will look back on these days and laugh so hard, because "this, too, shall pass". You'll be amazed, as I am, just how many days, and weeks, and months, and years you will have to do whatever your heart desires without little children pulling at you. And you'll be amazed at how fast the years will go by before they're all gone and on their own. So cherish every day (and I think you are by this post) just as much as you cherish the moment you realized you were going to be a mother. You are so blessed. I truly love reading your blog and how you are teaching others (me) how to thrive. G-d bless you, dear heart. Happy Mother's Day.

  4. This is such a great post- thank you for sharing- I was waiting for that someday for a long time too- and now I have my two little boys and I totally get what you are saying- happy Mother's Day to you!:)

  5. wonderful post.. thank God i keep tissues near my computer. my wish for you this mothers day is for you to find the strength to love your kids exactly as each of them deserves.. just submit to the will of god, for grace to flow through you.

    you are a wonderful mom , happy mothers day!

  6. A wonderful post Nike. I miss my mum like crazy, not having her to talk to on the phone anymore. My dad has Alzheimer's so no parent to talk to really.

    Thanks for sharing your story, and hopefully by the end of the day my son will have called me, or come by!


  7. Yep you got me crying too. My daughter is going through the someday and as her mother I want to find the words to comfort her during these times.
    I want to be like your 3 Moms and be strong and help her out so I will take this to heart. Thank you and enjoy your Mother's day!

  8. Your post made me cry! I too went through several miscarriages before my beautiful son was born and I have also been going through the frustration and tension of balancing motherhood, marriage, ministry and no money. Your mother's charge to YOU was God's charge to ME! Thank you for sharing!

  9. Thank you so very much for this encouraging post. I've been dealing with my own version of chaos; the whole single-parent-family-with-four-kids-and-poverty-and-never-ever-ever-ever-ever-ever-having-any-time-or-money-for-myself thing…your post has reminded me that everyone has trials in this life, and that happiness is a choice.

  10. Oh, that was so beautiful. I am expecting #3 in 10 days, and so your birth story really hit home here. Congratulations to you on surviving 10 years!!! Being a mother is a full-time job, and a test of patience. But mostly, I find, it is a test of my heart… how much is can hold, how resilient it is after every heartbreak or disappointment. And kudos to those women in your life- those mothers- who knew how and when to help. Happy Mother's Day to you all!

  11. I stumbled upon your blog…if you believe in stumbling. Today is the day of my fourth miscarriage, my third year of fertility treatments, and another day of longing for someday. You remind me that I'm not alone and that my journey is not in vain, nor have I been forsaken. For we have given the most incredible gift to our lost children. A life in which no pain, no hurt, no loss was ever felt…only love. Thank you, you never know who's out there and whose life you're touching.

  12. Hi Nike,

    Thank you for the lovely post. It makes things seem so much more bearable knowing someone else you may never "know" knows your hopes.

    So, thank you. I'm glad your someday came! 🙂

    Dog mama

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