Motherhood isn’t about being, it’s about becoming. At each stage of motherhood, we are beginners. We don’t just become mothers when we give birth; we become mothers as we trudge through all the trial and error, the self-doubt, the worry, the overwhelmingly hard days, and the joy, too.
While mini-catastrophes mean nothing in comparison to the larger problems of the world, these types of experiences happen day in and day out in family life. And if we aren’t careful, they can wear us down and cause us to look at our otherwise wonderful lives through an irritated and gloomy lens.
It didn’t matter what I looked like, how much baby weight remained, how dirty the rest of the house was. Everything that meant anything to me in that moment was before me. My dream had come true.
Being a mom and being with children can be fun, at least some of the time. But I’ve had a a few experiences lately that have shown me the value of pure fun, just for myself.
It’s great to plan a family trip when everything goes well and everyone has a good time, but when things start to fall apart, it becomes an adventure! “Our trip became one of the weaving moments of the fabric of our family, and hopefully we taught our children that when it rains, you sing.”
I needed to take control of my negative thoughts and find a way to appreciate myself as a mother, so I found four ways to focus more on the good “mom”ents than the bad.
I want to live in a community where women can showcase their strengths and pursue their talents– at home and in the workforce–without the fear of being or looking “too good.” When women excel, at anything, it is good for all of us.
Many parenting situations are not funny at the time. In fact, some are downright horrifying! But the ability to look back and laugh can make all the difference in how we approach new challenges and put difficult times behind us.
What doesn’t get talked about much are the ways that single parenting is absolutely amazing. Which is a shame, because even though it’s hard, I know I have had some very special experiences that were only possible because I’m a single parent.
There are days that I am endlessly running, and it helps to consider the view from above. It doesn’t eliminate what needs to be done, but it helps me to remember that my actions do matter.
I was praying and pleading daily to have help and patience. I had a degree in early childhood education, for heaven’s sake—I knew how to teach and discipline, right? But I didn’t have any answers for this passionate, intense child. I was humbled and needed help.
This book of “12 Essential Skills to be Confident and Classy in a Crazy World,” inspired this highschooler to look at life with a new lens. Enjoy this review from her perspective as a mother-in training.