This humorous and validating post describes the “unseen work” of mothers: chauffeuring our kids, studying our kids, teaching our kids, planning traditions for our kids, and managing all of the paperwork that comes along the way!
We have spent less time on our phones and trying to chase the “shiny pennies” in life and have spent more time holding hands, reading to our kids, building train tracks with our toddlers, taking family walks, baking treats for neighbors and speaking words of love, encouragement and kindness. This book has changed us.
I was more tired than I could have ever dreamed of being. It was so hard. I felt alone in the night and like a walking zombie all day. My rose-colored glasses were shattered, but I was left with a few tools I didn’t know I would need.
What I thought would be a lesson for my son in appropriate store behavior turned into a lesson for me about compassion. I learned that sometimes compassion trumps other things, like my plans.
Of course, it would be ideal to give our best every single day. But now I know that today’s best is different from yesterday’s best. And some days I’ll admit that I am not even giving my best. But I am still giving. And that is enough.
Instead of telling our boys to toughen up, we can show them how to be mentally tough and still emotionally tender. I want to teach my son to battle sadness, hurt, disappointment, fear with strength, not denial. I want my son to be confident, not calloused.
Ever since I was first pregnant, I can’t feed my family anything without second guessing myself. Being responsible for another person is often motivation for people to make healthy changes in their lives, but for me it created a slippery slope to a state of anxiety.
Have you ever judged another mother for doing something, only to find yourself doing the exact same thing later? If you need a good laugh, check out this lighthearted post from Brooke Romney about how she learned not to judge.
Do you ever find yourself in the midst of a survial-mode week or month of parenting? Have you developed any concrete strategies for getting through those crazy times? Blogger Jamie Walton has been there, and she compiled seven of her best tips for “rocking” survival-mode parenting.
Sometimes being the “perfect” mother means taking a step back and seeing yourself from the eyes of your child.
I am an annoying parent. I’m not talking about being annoying to other people; I’m talking about being annoying to my children themselves. I’ve found that when I tweak the delivery of my expectations to be less irritating, I enjoy parenting more and have fewer battles with my strong-willed son.
Once I admired the museum-like homes of women who decorate with exquisite vases and see the sunrise through fingerprint-free windows. But museums are for halted history. My life is in vibrant, living color. The signs are everywhere, splashed across the canvas of our home where we are alive and well.