Silly Mom Thoughts

I knew my MOPS group was wonderful the minute I stepped in to my first meeting, but today, I truly know I am blessed beyond words to have these women.

In our group, when someone has a baby, one of the steering team members calls the other moms and sets up for meals to be delivered to the new family every other day for two or three weeks. Though I was quite new to my MOPS group when Bean was born, they did the same for me. Let me tell you, it was such a blessing. Day after day, these wonderful women would come to my door, women who barely knew me, bearing gifts of comfort foods, desserts, drinks, and sometimes gifts for the new baby. Often, the portions were generous and the meals would last for a few days.

I have returned the favor a couple of times, happy to give back when I knew how much it meant to me in those early days of Bean’s life. It’s amazing how a meal prepared or purchased by someone else can feel like the biggest gift ever.

Just a few minutes ago, there was a knock at my door. It was a fellow MOPS mom with a bag of food in her arms for me. Though she is just weeks from her own due date and on modified bed rest, she was at my door supplying me with baked potato soup, brownies, sparkling apple cider, and bread, the most amazing comfort food I could ask for. My MOPS leader asked a steering team member to set up a few meals for me this week, simply because I’ve been having a rough first trimester.

Part of me feels immensely guilty about this. I mean, I truly have felt awful these past weeks and on the verge of throwing up nearly all day long, but aside from the one time, I haven’t actually gotten sick. I have been exhausted and run down and basically received the ass-kicking of a lifetime, but plenty of people have rough pregnancies. How do I deserve such generosity? I’m not sure that I do, but I know my husband, who hasn’t had a good homecooked meal in at least three weeks and has been so wonderful to me, does.

Last week, I stepped down from my position as the childcare coordinator for our MOPS group. It was my job to set up snacks and crafts, and make sure that everything was running smoothly. I quickly realized that I was not going to be able to do that position anymore, especially with how I have been feeling and anticipating that things will only get more difficult. I absolutely hate backing out of commitments, and I do it only when it’s absolutely neccessary, but in this case, I felt it was. Instead of being disappointed and upset with me, my group was thankful for the time and effort I did put into the position. They made sure that just because I was leaving my position, that I wasn’t leaving the MOPS group all together.

I can tell you right now, there’s no way I’d leave this group. I can’t wait to be able to pass on the blessing that I have received, especially by way of dinners.