Thursday, August 13, 2009


MOMSnext: A group for mothers of school-age kids.
At MOPS International we believe Better Moms Make a Better World. This is true during the preschool years and beyond. As mothers enter the school years, new challenges and issues arise, but the need for community and hope remains. For this reason we are launching a ministry to mothers of school-age kids.
For thirty-six years MOPS International has been reaching out to mothers of preschoolers to encourage, equip and develop them to be better moms. Now this group format will encourage, equip and develop moms in the next phase of mothering. All of the excellent MOPS leadership resources will be available to group leaders as they start groups around the world.
A mother’s influence is great during the school years. Join us as we launch this ministry to reach more mothers with community and hope that is life-changing.

For more information or to start a group for mothers of school-age kids, call 1-888-910-6677 or email

A Deeper Kind of Love by Rebecca Harrison

I found this on the MOPS website

A Deeper Kind of Love

by Rebecca Harrison

I have always been independent and stubborn. I did everything for myself and rarely accepted help. I've always been an organizer - who had so much on her plate that she needed to go on a calendar diet. I'd trust myself more than others to get a job done. I'd take care of everyone else, except myself. Until last September.

I woke up laying on the table in the hospital, four hours after saying one last prayer. I now had to use a dry-erase board to communicate and a syringe to feed myself. I had worn braces for two years, and my jaw surgery was part of the journey to fix my teeth. I knew it would correct my crooked bite, but I did not realize the impact the surgery would have on my overscheduled but organized life.

Before my surgery, I prepared a seven page “to-do” list for my mom who became my clone for a few weeks during recovery. I didn't realize just how much I do as a mom until I had to write it down for someone else to take my place. I had my whole life prepared before my surgery. Then something happened after surgery that I didn't prepare for.

I had an unexpected reaction to the blood loss from the surgery and I couldn't ask for help fast enough on my dry-erase board. I needed someone to get into my head and tell the nurse what I wanted to say. My mom panicked and called for help, and I realized I needed her to stay. I wanted her to help me. I was tired of being independent. I sank into my hospital bed and allowed my life to simply happen.

After that extended hospital stay, I came home without expectations, and my kids surprised me. My son told me to use the force and call for help with his electronic light saber. When I pulled the trigger I heard echoes of, “Hurry, Mom needs our help!” My daughter drew pictures of her and I holding hands with her name, my name, and hearts around the dry-erase board. She knew I couldn't sing to her, so she sang to me in her sweet voice. My youngest stared at my stitches and swollen head like I was Frankenstein's monster. But when her fear of what I looked like was overcome by her love, she would cautiously and gently place her hand in mine and say, “I love you, Mom.”

That surgery was my wake-up call to let my guard down, let others take care of me, and trust people. With my new smile, I've entered the next phase of life with less independence and more appreciation for help and love from people God has placed in my life.

Rebecca Harrison, M.A., is a freelance writer and community college teacher.
She lives with her husband and three children, ages 10, 4, and 3 in North Alabama. She is a member of Capshaw Baptist MOPS.