I am known by many names.
Wife to my husband James, mother to three beautiful girls, and a nurse who doubles as a teacher to the high school students I teach about healthcare careers. My favorite time of day is when the sun is just rising up in the east, as I sit in my chair with a fresh cup of coffee in one hand, and my bible in my lap with anticipation of what my Father has to say to me for that day.
My husband and I have a romance that dates back to the 1900’s, as my oldest likes to say. (She thinks that it was a very long time ago!) Right before Spring Break of 1996, both of our churches asked us at the very last minute to be counselors for youth camp that week. A game of spades turned into a long, serious talk about life sitting on the curb outside of my room one night during that week. Coming home from that camp, I remember talking to my mom about him, and watching her eyes light up as if she knew something that I did not know. During her motherly advice speech on the day we got married, she looked at me and said, “Beth, be good to him, I prayed him up.” I am thankful that she “prayed this man up” for me, because after 20 years he is still my best friend. He has taught me how to cook, to braid my girls’ hair, and to laugh at his sarcastic comments that used I to take personal. Did I mention he has a Type A personality and I am not?! He is also still pretty cute, and I love this life we share together.
James and I have 3 of the most beautiful girls that are different in every way possible. We call them our “Big, our Middle, and our Little”. Our “big” is her daddy in a girl’s body. When she speaks, her daddy comes out of her mouth. Most days it makes me laugh until my belly hurts, but there are some days it drives me crazy to have “two of them” in my house. She plays softball for her high school causing us to be obsessed with all things softball. (We are Auburn fans, but during softball season you may hear us yell for the Tide as well. Gasp!) In the middle, we have our sparkly, cheerleading loving, girly-girl with the most precious servant’s heart. Watching her serve and love “the least of these” has taught me more about serving than any adult. She is also the peace maker in our home, trying to keep her sisters’ rooms clean so they will not get in trouble. Then we have our little. This cute blonde-haired, blue-eyed, dimple-faced seven-year-old is the life of our Brumley house. She loves roaming the neighborhood with the little boy next door, flipping at gymnastics with her two best girlfriends, and making up dances with her sisters. Sitting in her daddy’s lap to nap, then reading Bible stories at bed time with me every night are two of her other favorite times that make my heart swell to an almost bursting point.
Some days I sit back to look at these people that God has entrusted to me. I become overwhelmed with all that I need to be as a mother, but most of all I become overwhelmed with thankfulness that I am their mother!
I couldn’t write a little about myself and leave out my friends that God has blessed me with. I know that God supplies all of our needs according to His riches. So as a people person, one of my deepest needs is to be surrounded with people and He has filled that need in abundance. At work, I have my inner circle friend group, and from my church, He has given me women that I confide in spiritually, but then I have these three very unique, very close, God-given gifts that I am able to work out life alongside. I mention these three because like me, they too are in this journey of raising girls. During our morning walks and daily texts, we are each other’s sounding boards, encouragers and guidance counselors. These are the people with whom I get to be real. One of them I have known since I was eight, and the other two, well, I feel like I have known all of my life. We have been through ballgame wins & losses sitting in the hot sun. We have faced sicknesses, deaths, this new “boyfriend thing” with our Bigs, bullying, disappointments and new jobs; they are more like family than just friends. We have named our clan, “that group”. So, in my writings you will get to know these wise women in my life that I get to literally “walk alongside” this journey called motherhood.
I hope that you have learned a little about me. I may not have really properly introduced myself. You could call me Mary Elizabeth, my given name from my parents. My husband and friends call me, “Beth”. Of course, my girls call me, “Mom”. My students call me “Mrs. Brumley”, and have nicknamed me, “Brumz”. But the most precious name that I am known by is “His”.