There are very few points in time that I’d rather soak in then the ones where I’m cleaning up after a long, chaotic day; only to be reminded that the pains from scattered foot torture toys and alphabet fridge magnets are actually a blessing in disguise.
There's more, but when I sat down to write; these are what came to mind first. I think we all have different perspectives when it comes to what helps us get through the parenting game. It's definitely been eye-opening to witness this thing you made take on a personality of it's own; individually interpreting everything you've taught them. It's also amazing, and beautiful, and frustrating, and sad. I would be lying if I didn't say I was a little sad. Sad that I'm already buying 18 month clothes. Sad that I didn't get to experience breastfeeding like I thought I would. Sad because I feel a little guilty about the 'shoulda, woulda, coulda's' of my early parenting choices. Mainly sad because after this year, I will have a walking, back talking, NO shouting, gremlin of a toddler on my hands.
I know it seems like I'm going off on a random tangent, but lately I've been vibing so hard with my tribe. The collective group of women I'm lucky enough to call my friends & family. I have no idea how I've managed to hold on to the majority of them as long as I have (12 years plus, if you can believe that.) but God has truly provided a consistent flow of support throughout my life.
Just a gentle reminder for those of us that struggle with the day to day comparison game. It's hard not to wish, want, and chase after material fillers that fit within our Instagram squares. I myself am so guilty. It's important to take a step back and remember what's important. And I can tell you right now it's not going to be anything that's found inside of a mobile device.
Social media isn’t always going to authentically portray who I am as a mom, wife, friend, or sibling. There are moments where I struggle with the vulnerability I choose to highlight versus some of the uglier content that I choose to withhold. There are posts that I find myself second guessing and deleting in fear of judgement. All of which ultimately makes me wonder: how much of ourselves are we willing to be transparent about, and how much are we still hiding because we want to be approved of and liked by our peers?
Most of all – to the powerful women that we are raising. May they be a direct reflection of all the hard work and sacrifice we put in every second of every day.
Happy International Women’s day to all of you radiant, talented, poetic noble land mermaids!
That's about it! Like I said, this list isn't necessarily earth-shattering, but nonetheless, it's nice to know that these posts exist - especially for people like me, who have no idea what the hell they are doing with their lives half the time.
It is so easy to let the intimacy slip away from the forefront of your mind when you’re deep in the throes of parenting and life in general. If you’re reading this and thinking ‘nope, this isn’t MY relationship, looks like you have issues.’ then I applaud your perfection. Selfless acts of love do not come easily to me, as I am a naturally selfish person. In teaching myself to honor the little things about him that I continue to fall in love with every day, it sort of makes the idea of Valentines Day seem trivial in comparison.
There is no worse feeling than watching your babe be absolutely miserable, knowing there is really isn't much you can do to stop it. Yet, here we are, having dredged through the trenches for some time now. We've Pinterested, McGyver'ed, and have semi-successfully come up with a few clever ways to soothe our girl's discomfort. I wanted to share with you guys what has worked for us!
I was cleaning up my Charlotte's messy room today and was chuckling at all of the winter survival tools we've cluttered up her changing table with. This trooper baby has gone through a few colds, a double ear infection, eczema, and lingering congestion since late November. Her first AZ winter has not been kind to her. We've invested in some good baby probiotics, and I try and look at it this way: her immune system will be top notch by the end of her first year!
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