“If I had four more arms and one more brain, I might be able to help you.” This phrase is uttered a lot around my house lately. With five children demanding my attention and help throughout the day, the playing field is very lopsided. I often feel like there is just not enough of me […]
There are many things I want to do in my life and most of them are made more difficult by motherhood: write books, travel the world, get a master’s degree, read more, learn photography, take classes in everything from art to astronomy…Ultimately I realized, who I want to be is more important than all of those things that I want to do.
Somehow, when I wasn’t looking, he’d developed into a kind young man of character and great focus, and I’d missed it. Sure, I’d caught glimpses along the way, but I could’ve enjoyed so much more if I weren’t blinded by my idea of who he should be.
The other day we were going to the store to buy garland for our banister. I wanted to make our home look homey and festive…so my children would feel the “holiday spirit” in our home. However, the children had other ideas in mind.
The Rent Collector reminds us that hope and redemption can be found in unlikely places, and that happiness comes not from our possessions but from our connections to the people we love.
I miss the way nursing a baby pushes the pause button on my day. Whatever I needed to do in that moment–freezes. Now I have to remind myself to take those pauses…because I have found time and time again that these moments are where the magic of motherhood lies, waiting.
Why am I trying to be like other people when I am me? I am the person my husband and children need. I have talents, abilities, and goals that make me unique and special, just as you do. To compare myself to others lessens my value.
I’ve realized that sometimes I say no without even thinking I could say yes. So the past few months, I’ve been trying say yes more – even though Children + Yes = More Mess.
I’m in an overwhelming season of life, and it’s okay. I don’t need to fix my life. I don’t need to change myself. But I do need to change something.
This week it was easy to see where I fell short, but I can also see how I’ve grown. When my flaws revealed themselves, I showed the strength to get my act back together. What the worst parts of me had damaged, the best parts of me had fixed.
The magic of childhood. How do you make it last, respect it, and hold on to it? By observing, engaging, and nurturing our children’s imaginations, not only can we preserve the magic, we can participate in it.
My experience with bed bugs taught me a profound lesson in compassion and humility. We all have our daily battles. Some are more severe than others, yet each one is valid.