Deep down I know I am mentally “checking out” and creating the very stress I want to avoid. I found some inspiration in the children’s book “Going on a Bear Hunt”. The idea is that in order to complete an adventure, we “can’t go over it, can’t go under it…gotta go through it!”
There are many things I love about motherhood. The most important one though is that my children make me HAPPY!
How does the “glow of satisfaction” feel to you? What does it look like? Can you imagine it on the face of your child? That was how I felt when I learned how to create a blog,
As a work-at-home mom I don’t venture out much during the day. With five young children, my husband and I rarely go out either because the logistics are far too complicated. (None of our children are old enough to babysit, and asking a friend to take five children for the evening feels like too much.
Evenings at home can be hectic. You have probably been dealing with everyone’s problems all day long, and feeling a little frazzled. We’ve all had those days,but if you are frustrated with dinnertime, maybe you could benefit from a dinner planning system.
I love how whenever I sit down on the couch at least one or two of the kids magically come out of the woodwork to come snuggle with me, like little magnets! They know it’s one of my favorite things to do–to be surrounded and snuggled by my family.
At some early point, perhaps after my third decade mark, I naively assumed that I had already experienced the maximum that I could handle, and surely the road would start to smooth out. Yet, here I am.
We have chosen this summer to be a “Summer of Service.” I know summer is coming to an end for many of you, but there is still time to make some lemonade for a good cause! Here is what our kids have done with a little lemonade and some magic.
The one key to becoming my best Mom-self was to slow my frenetic pace, stop doing so many things for my kids and just BE with my kids. I got caught up in DOING so much that I lost track of who my kids were.
The other day I asked my three-year-old if he knew my name. “Um . . . Mom?” he replied.
I feel honored to bear the title of “Mom,” and I completely understand the one-dimensional view children often have of their parents, but there comes a time when my children need to know that I do actually have another name.
I love going to church on Sunday mornings, although with a one-year-old it is difficult to be fully present while there. As a single mom, I don’t have any assistance when it comes to my son’s care during church . . . and he requires a lot of care.
Sometimes I can do acrobatics on the tightrope of my daily journey. Other days I’m barely hanging on by my pinkie finger. However, despite the many hurdles on this journey I’ve found ways to be personally stable and balanced; my keys to steadiness.