Preach. Push. Stop. Diffuse. Deliver.

This week as “Mom”… I Preached a sermonette, Pushed 100 lbs for 5 miles, Stopped a wreck from happening, Diffused several bombs and Delivered a baby.

On Mother’s Day Sunday, I preached a sermonette.  I had the honor of giving the sermon at our church.  This is something I said I would never do.  But guess what I’ve learned?  Never. Say. Never.  I spoke about hearing God.  This is a subject I am passionate about.  It was an exhilarating experience.  You can listen to it online by visiting our church website here.

This week I stopped myself from getting into a wreck.  I was driving to a conference and the whole time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something might happen.  I knew God was preparing me to be aware.  I was waiting at a red light, and after it turned green I waited before taking my turn to go.  It’s unusual for me to hesitate at a green light.  I’m typically a very aggressive driver.  As I began to drive, I took a moment and looked to my left, thankfully seeing another vehicle barreling thru their red light and crossing into my lane.  I was able to stop in time before being t-boned.  I didn’t have time to honk and yell at the idiot who almost hit me, but after I felt the anger bubble up inside of me, I was filled with thankfulness.  For God’s protection and preparation. For hearing His voice, with an awareness to heed His warning.  

This week I pushed two sleeping souls for 5 miles…
After playing at the park with some friends, I pushed Salem (40 lbs) & Selah (30 lbs) in the stroller (30 lbs) on a run / walk for 5 miles on one of my favorite trails.  It was a beautiful day and a peaceful time.  I got a work out.  They got a nap.  Good Times.


This week I diffused several bombs…

Wee bab bombs.  This was a difficult week.  Emotions were high.  We went to bed late every night.  We were away from home four nights this week and P.A. was gone an additional night. We were all out of sorts.  Our family functions best when we have a lot of quality time together.  Quality time is our family love language.  

Warning: Minimal fam time + tired / busy Babs = kid bombs and explosions may will occur

Thankfully, I am good at diffusing bombs.  I’ve been a mom now for 8 years.  I’ve had a temper for 35 years.  I have gifted that wonderful trait to my children.  I’ve surrendered my temper to God over the years and learned a lot from my mistakes.  God has helped me to diffuse the bombs our wee babs can make.  He really helps me to see situations with their behavior before they explode everywhere.

There are times when they do explode.  Thankfully, we are good at practicing forgiveness in our family.  and, on those days when bombs are going off all around me and I just can’t get to them in time to diffuse, I always feel better after I clean my sink.


This week I delivered a baby…                                                                        

Adah Joy Droz

Well, not really.  My friends, the Droz’s, had their baby and I was honored to be their doula as they welcomed Adah Joy Droz into the world.  Labor began at 1:30am, so I stayed up all night as a support and encouragement to Natalie as she labored to bring Adah into the world at 6:25am.  Since I love sleep, I’ve been taking lots of short naps the past few days to recover from staying up all night, in between diffusing bombs and being Mom.  I’m not 21 anymore. I need my sleep.  
Snoozing doula 🙂

The word “doula” comes from the ancient Greek meaning “a woman who serves” who provides physical, emotional and informational support to the mother / family before, during and just after birth; or who provides emotional and practical support during the postpartum period.

In 2006, I took my doula training courses and have attended 6 births as a doula over the past 5 years.  Since I took time off to have my own wee babs, I am not certified with a doula organization… yet.  It’s kind of like I went to school and did all of the work to graduate, but don’t have my diploma.  This is due to my special skill of procrastination… and “some day” I’ll finish that.  My passion stems from my own intensive birth research and personal birth experiences.  I’ve had three wee babs with no medicine and have a passion to support and encourage women who desire a natural labor experience.  


It was a very busy week as “Mom”…  Even though I procrastinate some things, I am not procrastinating anymore on other things…

Like this blog.  I’ve had a passion to write for a long time.  And now I am.

What are you passionate about?  Are you procrastinating your passions?

Don’t live in regret or the “some day”.  Just do something.


Mom Song

A few years back, I wrote a song…
Simply titled “Mom Song”.
I’m grateful to be mom of the 3 wee babs…
It’s not always easy, but it’s my favorite. job. ever.

Here’s a little recording P.A. and I made of the song in honor of Mother’s Day.  We hope you enjoy it!

“Mom Song”
Well I feel like a thread barely holding on, pulled in so many directions.
And I know that what I really need is the good Lord’s peace, to make a deeper connection.
But those times when I try and rely on a cup o’ joe or a t.v. show for distraction.
That’s when I need to get down on my knees, knowing only He can give me satisfaction.

Cause I get tired and I feel weak, and there’s some days that I barely sleep.
I get worn down and I lose my cool and I forget about the ol’ Golden rule.
Some days I laugh, some days I cry and I can do ’em both in the blink of an eye.
Now the alarm is buzzin’ and the coffee’s brewin’ and I step back… and just wish my kids would stop growin’…

Dinner, diapers and discipline.  No matter the end, Mom always wins.
Spit up, and clean up, and shoes all wrong.  I just got up, where has my day gone?

Happy Mother’s Day!

(c) 2006 / all rights reserved

Birth Story ~ Soleil

May 9th, 2004 ~ Soleil Elizabeth Babcock made her entrance into the world ~ via Beth Israel Hospital in NYC, NY
on that Mother’s Day Sunday ~ 5:46pm ~ our lives forever changed
our first born, our boo-ba, our sunshine
and it all started on a British Bus

now get your minds out the gutter. Soleil wasn’t conceived on a double-decker British bus or anything, but our first desire to have a child was.

At the time, P.A. and I were living and working in NYC.  We lived in Battery Park City, served in ministry at a vibrant church in Midtown Manhattan, and had a healthy love/hate relationship with the Big Apple. 

In the fall of 2002, we went on the trip of our dreams to Europe.  We traveled by planes, trains and automobiles, exploring England, Germany, France and Switzerland.  We backpacked, traveled light and stayed at hostels, convents and budget hotels.  Our first stop was London and the first day there, we rode on one of the British double decker buses.  The same kind of tour buses we made fun of in NYC.
Yes, we were those tourists.

On the top level of the double-decker, as we were taking in the sights of London, like Buckingham Palace, etc… P.A. and I both looked forward and caught sight of this cute little boy with wavy red hair.  He looked back in our direction toward his parents behind us and flashed a smile.  We then looked at each other and started to tear up.
We knew.

At this time, we had been married for over 5 years and had no plans of having children anytime soon.  We didn’t even like kids. unless they were a good distance away from us.  we were never ‘baby people’.  “Ohhh, let me hold your baby.” or “Your baby is sooo cute!” or “babies are the best!” …
those words never came from our mouths.

Yet, in this moment. we. just. knew.
We spent the rest of our dream trip talking about our future with kids.
And now we have 3 wee babs…
and Salem, our 5 year old, has a toy British Bus and often asks, “When are we gonna go on a British Bus?”  To which we reply, “We want to go as soon as we can!”

So we procrastinated on actually having a baby.  since we are good at procrastinating, why mess up a good thing?
By God’s grace and mercy, I became pregnant with Soleil in August 2003, right away, after waiting procrastinating to “try” and get pregnant.

As soon as we found out I was pregnant, emotions were high and everyday was a new adventure of learning and questions like “what to eat?”, “what to wear?”, “how will I feel?” and “will I make it thru the day without throwing up?”  At this point, I was consumed with myself more than a normal human typically is, I’m guessing.

I was very sick for the first trimester. I couldn’t keep much food down.  I lost 10-15 lbs.  and I was excited about this.  I was enjoying being a “skinny pregnant chick”.

Fast forward to February 2004.  I was 6 months pregnant and we were taking our birthing classes at the hospital, given by a midwife.  During this time, I discovered that the c-section rate at our hospital was very high.  I started doing my homework, not procrastinating for once, and researching everything there is to know about pregnancy and birth at one of my favorite places to dwell for endless hours, prior to having kids… the Barnes and Noble cafe tables in Union Square.

After our birthing class and my personal research, I was empowered with enough information to become a doctor and deliver my own baby, so I decided to change doctors.  Although I tend to be a people pleaser and don’t like hurting anyone’s feelings, I didn’t have a committed relationship to my doctor, so I changed hospitals and found a midwifery group that I could marry into.
These ladies rocked!  

At this point, I also cared more about Soleil – who at the time was Hannah-Soleil – and was growing beautifully.  We were growing very anxious to meet her!  During the 20 week ultra sound, the technician said in her Russian accent “she has strong arm.”  During this ultra sound, we also found out she was going to be a she.  P.A. kept asking, “are you sure?” only to be met with a firm look and a stern answer, “Yes. I sure.” from the technician who, as I said before, was Russian and looked as though she could arm wrestle us with her pinky.  I kept nudging P.A. to believe her and just let it be… but he asked because he had to be sure.

In case you weren’t aware of this fact: 
Pregnant women can experience a range of emotions.  

When I was just a few weeks away from my due date, P.A. and I went to Quiznos for lunch, and as I waddled into the fine sandwich establishment, I suddenly felt like I was under a spotlight.  As we approached the counter to order, one of the workers making sandwiches whispered loud enough so that i could hear, “Man, she is mad pregnant!”  Really?!?  I wasn’t sure.  I thought I had just swallowed a whole basketball or watermelon or some other thing roughly that size… needless to say, I was like “dude, I can HEAR YOU!” and I stared him down until he couldn’t handle my fiery gaze any longer and he turned away.  I don’t think he will share his opinion on any pregnant women again after encountering moi.

After 9 months of swollen feet, maddening hunger, severe need to always be near a restroom (not always easy in NYC), and feeling like a manatee… Saturday, May 8th arrived.  This was a normal day, whatever that means for our lives. We had a youth leaders meeting an hour north of the city and drove up there to connect, encourage and pray with one another.  During the dinner and meeting, I visited the restroom a record number of times and had some painful infrequent contractions.  At the end of our time together all the leaders gathered around to pray for us, as we were about to journey into the unpredictable land of parenthood.
They prayed I would have the baby that night.

As we drove back to the city, I talked with my sister in law on the phone, reporting to her all of the details of my recent contractions and obsessive need to go pee, throughout the youth leaders meeting.  When we got home, I plopped myself on the couch and watched some show about “Celebrity Moms”.  At midnight, I managed to pry myself off of the couch to walk four feet into our bedroom and Whoosh!   My water broke.

I. was. in. shock.  

I didn’t really expect to go into labor so soon – my due date was still a week away.  But there was no doubt, labor had begun.  I called my midwife. went to the bathroom 30 more times, soaked thru several pairs of pants and after 6 hours of laboring at home, we headed to the hospital at 6am.

Nearly 12 hours later, after an intense natural labor and all of the fun things involved with that – which I will spare you the details on, since you have enough other details of her/our long story – Soleil was born compound presentation.  this means she had her hand on her cheek when she was delivered.  let me tell you, that was super fun.  especially given no meds… and the fact that she was a “big baby” weighing 8.9 lbs.

But I didn’t care about the pain, though P.A. nearly passed out.  She was healthy and in my arms.  As soon as we saw her, we new she was not a “Hannah-Soleil”, she was a pure ‘Soleil’ ~ We were ecstatic!  and she looked just like a female version of Adam.  we couldn’t get over it.  so we gave her the middle name Elizabeth, after the middle name of P.A.’s sister.

Here is P.A. with Soleil – 1.5 days old – leaving the hospital.  I almost peed my pants laughing when I saw her in those sunglasses.

Soleil ~ just born ~ 5:46pm, Mother’s Day Sunday, May 9th

So, this is Soleil’s birth story with a lot of important details leading up to her life story.  She just turned eight years old and is already changing the world and touching lives.  She has changed our lives forever with her grand entrance into the world and we look forward to the rest of her story… so far it is only halfwritten.

Happy 8th Birthday to our Sweet Soleil!

The Mystery

Our family celebrated Easter last weekend with a beautiful service at our amazing church. Easter is a humbling time of year.  This Easter season, I’ve been meditating on 3 things that Jesus modeled ~ which He invites me to join with Him ~ Suffering, Sacrifice and Salvation.  Philippians 3:10-11.

I can not begin to compare my sufferings to His.  I have everything I need… and more. I live in a place where I am free to worship as I choose.  I am free to follow Jesus. And I am free to tell others about my relationship with Him.  It rarely feels like I’m suffering…

On Good Friday, our church had a ‘Cross Walk’.  We walked with a group of peeps from our church down the main drag in our town, taking turns carrying a large wooden cross, for 2 1/2 miles.  We share in what Christ did when He carried His own cross to Calvary before He was crucified. And remember that He tells us we must take up our own cross to follow Him.  Matthew 16:24-28.

We ended the evening with a time of food and fellowship. Our church has celebrated Good Friday with this tradition for the past 6 years.  This year, as we were preparing to leave on the Cross Walk, our 2 year old Selah was messing around with the cross and got a taste of suffering… she got two splinters.  She kept saying, “I’m okay now”, as she bravely sucked her finger and the pain subsided.  Still, the splinters had to be removed.

Even in these simple moments of pain and bravery, I can see God teaching me more about Him and suffering

When I became a mom nearly 8 years ago, I couldn’t believe what a sacrifice it was to take care of another person 24-7.  To give of my own life, as I was suddenly given another life to care for.  Motherhood happens instantly, there’s no transition time – in case you didn’t know, btw… and that advice was free.  The crying, the attention, the feedings, the time spent, the time I no longer had, the neediness of a baby… oh my!  I had no idea what was involved in motherhood.  The past 8 years, I have learned more… and I understand it more.  The Lord continually sums it up for me ~ sacrifice.

Even in the everyday motherhood moments, God is teaching me more about Him and I can taste of what it means to sacrifice…

The Mystery is God’s revealed plan of salvation.  I am humbled to have my salvation in Christ.  It is a mystery to fully understand, but I believe it.  I Timothy 3:16.  In Jesus I trust, surrender my life, and submit myself to.

I am thankful for each day I have to walk with Jesus, to grow in knowledge of Him, to abide in Him.  This is the most precious gift I could ever receive… salvation.

I hope and pray you have the knowledge of Christ and can share in His sufferings, sacrifice and salvation.  If not, I would love to pray with you to receive Him ~ yes, even thru this blog!

I would love to share these lyrics from one of my favorite songs, “Mystery” by Charlie Hall ~

“Sweet Jesus Christ my sanity… Sweet Jesus Christ my clarity… 

Bread of Heaven, broken for me… Cup of Salvation held up to drink… Jesus the Mystery

Christ has died and Christ is risen and Christ will come again!”

Noted By ~ Les Babs

flying saucers

This week as “Mom”…

i have been a teacher, a mediator, a jungle gym, a protector against flying saucers, and a rebel who got in trouble with the school principle…
and I did it all with out a major “Mommy” meltdown.  Go Me.

this week i protected our wee babs from a flying saucer.

we were at the park after school with some friends.  we were having fun, doing the normal thing we do at the park… play.  when all of a sudden i see a flying saucer heading right toward us!

actually, it was a trash can lid.  but this wasn’t just your normal household sized trash can lid.  this was a huge industrial sized trash can lid.  which is usually attached the to the trash can by a metal wire.  but it had broken off and this day was extremely windy.

so i saw it coming our way.  i didn’t freak out.  i remained calm.  i assessed where all three wee babs were and made sure they were out of harms way.  i briefly thought about jumping in front of the lid to stop it, but changed my mind when i briefly panicked about it knocking me over.  it ended up flying right past me, into the jungle gym equipment, thankfully avoiding any human contact.  when the lid finally came to a hault, i proceeded to pick it up and put it back on the trash can, hoping no more wind gusts would cause a repeat of the crazy experience we just had.  Whew.  Go Me.

this week i spent time as a mommy jungle gym.  we love to wrestle and cuddle with our wee babs.  tickle me, tickle me is a favorite request.  hugs are constantly being dished out.  big squeezes and lots of kisses are the norm.  i love this part of my job. 
we are always telling them they can’t grow anymore.    
but. they. are.  
we take every opportunity to hold our wee babs… because one day… 
Go Us.

this week i have been a teacher.  well, every moment i am a teacher.  but this week has had even more teaching moments.  i treasure these times to teach our wee babs.  they are sponges, soaking up information faster than my coffee is brewed.  i have to be a quick thinker as a mommy teacher.  they are learning so much about the world; and in this global internet age, there is so much to “learn”. but….

we don’t want them to just be “informed”…

we pray, hope and teach them to be transformed.  in Christ likeness.  at home. at school. with their friends. everywhere they go and with everyone they meet. these are my absolute favorite teaching moments.  Go Us + God.

this week i have been a mediator.  this is nothing new.  sometimes the wee babs fight with one another and i have to break it up.  sometimes i make things worse and can’t control my own temper, end up having a “mommy meltdown”, and cause additional stress to the situation.

friday morning i slept in.  until 8:30am.  i consider this a miracle.  the wee babs were watching their favorite cartoons “Martha” & “George” and i never heard a peep out of them.  after i woke up, things changed.

as i was busy preparing breakfast, prepping school clothes, packing lunch and perusing facebook… the peace crumbled.  the storm brewed.  and all hell broke loose.

Soleil’s shirt wasn’t clean.  the shirt she had planned all week to wear.  the shirt her bff was also going to wear, so they could be twins on this last day of school before spring break.  the shirt i knew about but which was at the bottom of the laundry bin, so it was too stinky to “air out” and had to be washed.  meanwhile, Salem melted down when Selah started playing with his playmobile toys.  both of them proceeded to go back and forth fighting and crying for the next hour about i’m not sure what, and i remained calm.

i mediated their fights and tears in between doing a quick load of laundry, finishing making breakfast (homemade waffles-btw), lunch prep, changing a diaper, sending a few texts and quick facebook check.  and i remained calm. another miracle.

Soleil went to school wearing a slightly damp shirt and a great attitude about it.  i mediated successfully with the other two wee babs and avoided a “mommy meltdown”.  Go Me.

this week i was a rebel…

because of the miracle i experienced friday morning, the one when i slept in until 8:30a.m., i was running super late to get Soleil to school on time.  shocker.

so i took her to the back of the school building to drop her off.  it’s closer to her classroom.  and we were running super late.

i know i’m not supposed to drop her off back there.  i know it’s considered a safety issue.  i know it’s for buses only. blah blah blah.  i’ve been told this information before. and 99.9% of the time, i drop her off in the proper place at the front of the school where all the other parents drop off their kids.  but somedays i don’t follow rules very well.  and friday i was a rebel.

about an hour later i got a phone call.  from the school principle.  i got called out on my rebellion.  the principle said, “it has been brought to my attention that Soleil is being dropped off in the back. this is the area for buses only.” i listened respectfully, meanwhile thinking “you recognize my van? my awesome 1997 taupe honda odyssey with the sun roof?  wait… am i going to get a detention for this?”

i continued listening and responded “i understand”.  but this wasn’t the first time i dropped her off in the back, and if i’m a rebel again, it won’t be the last…

either way the principle was doing her job.  and i appreciate that.  at the same time, i was doing my job as Mom.  Go Me.

as Moms, we never know what “flying saucers” will come our way each week.  we have to be quick thinking teachers, patient mediators, flexible jungle gyms, brave protectors and yes… sometimes even rebels.
Go Moms.