Are you outlasting the challenges of motherhood? Or is your endurance in need of some work? As mothers, we need to remember that we are built for the long haul—to outlast the hard moments, days, weeks, and years we have before us. We are built to last.
I’ve realized that Mother’s Day doesn’t have to be about me sleeping in and being served breakfast in bed. Mother’s Day can be nothing more than me thinking about each of my children, how much I love them, and what a gift it is to be their mother.
You don’t have to wait for your kids to behave better or for your house to be cleaner in order to get off of the roller coaster. You don’t need anything outside of you to change. All you need is to pay attention to what is happening in your mind.
In this humorous and inspiring essay, author Amy Makechnie shares her experience of giving her thirteen-year-old daughter a lump sum allowance for the year and watching life lessons unfold.
What do your hands say about you? I have my mother’s hands–overworked, baggy knuckled, a bit bony, sinewy hands. They are cracked, but not dry and they are skinny but not delicate. These hands are tools, not accessories.
Are you depressed? If so, you’re not the only one. In fact, the third Monday of every January (this coming week) has been dubbed “Blue Monday” since 2005. Just check out this article to see how you can put the “blues” behind you.
What can podcasts do for mothers? Join April and John Lee Dumas as they discuss what podcasts can do for you and how to live your purpose.
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.
Do you sometimes wonder where “the old you” went? Looking for ways to replenish this year? Here are some great ideas!
I would ask myself, “But how? How can I make it every day with pain that is so deep and dark? How do I keep going?” I soon realized I did not have to take it day by day. I could simply do minute by minute, slowly working through the cycle of grief while holding onto hope for a better tomorrow.
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.