I’m not a marathon runner, even though many of my loved ones are. But whether we’ve run 26 miles or simply held it together for 26 minutes, I think we can all appreciate this touching story told by Janeen Wright.
Posts in the "Optimism (and Gratitude)" category:
Have you ever seen a Boy Scout proudly displaying all of the merit badges he has earned? Do you ever feel like we should earn merit badges for all of the amazing feats we accomplish as mothers?
I often feel like motherhood is like a big game of Tetris. With shapes falling out of the sky, I need to make sure they land in their proper place. It’s fun in the beginning but, as the levels begin to advance, the game gets much harder-just like life.
At six weeks of age, Brittany Miller’s daughter was diagnosed with Aicardi Syndrome, cerebral palsy, epilepsy, and partial blindness. In this picture story, she expresses her gratitude for her precious daughter and offers support to other mothers facing heartbreaking diagnoses.
Having sight but no vision, or living in a world of negativity, cripples the progress of the human soul. And mothering is all about souls. Below is wisdom, inspired by Helen Keller, debunking common myths that hold mothers back from embracing the power of optimism.
Tuesday was election day in America. After months and months of having a vested interest in a particular candidate, party, measure, or proposition, to wake up and realize that it’s all over (or even worse, that your candidate/measure/proposition lost!) can be a real let down. What in the world does this have to do with motherhood? Allyson Reynolds will tell you.
How do you convince small children they have to do something they neither want nor believe they can do? How do you help them “press on” when their perspective holds only pain and discomfort? Answer: a big, therapeutic dose of OPTIMISM!
Is exercise a drudgery for you? The Power of Moms’ author Mary Jenkins shares how her daughter turns exercise into a joy with her bright optimism as they take on the challenge together.
Did my five-year-old know what being “a mess” meant? No, that much was obvious. So then why was it something she wanted to be? Then it hit me: Being a mess was something I had called myself. Is that what I want her to learn from me?
I have a sure-fire way of dealing with whatever life throws at me: I have found a happiness elixir! It comes in through my ears and goes right to my heart.
Lately I have been thinking a lot about raising a child with a disability. Recently I heard that an old college friend had a baby that was born with some severe disabilities, and I have really been pondering about it and just thought I’d share my take on this.
To listen to this post rather than reading it, click here. One June morning in Sacramento, I boarded a Greyhound bus with my five-month-old daughter to visit my parents for a weekend. We were with a rough-looking group of passengers. The drive was six hours. My baby needed a diaper change before we’d even […]