Love Yourself

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I notice moms everywhere…passing by me at Target and at gymnastics – 2 kids in tow, 1 on the way. The stressed look on her face. Trying to juggle it all. Feeling all alone. Life wasn’t supposed to be like this, was it? Isn’t this what she looked forward to her whole life? Getting married and having babies? Why did no one tell her how hard it would be? Why did no one tell her to stay young just a little while longer. Little did she know how many sleepless nights were ahead of her. How many fevers she would tend to. How many days the laundry would pile up around her while she felt anything but joy. Continue reading “Love Yourself”

Paradise Found

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For as long as I can remember, my mind has been captive to negative thoughts.

I wasn’t necessarily aware of it, but I was definitely not a “glass half full” person if you were to ask me. I knew that I longed for joy – but I really believed my circumstances just weren’t allowing for it. Whether it was cranky kids, sheer exhaustion, or a season of sickness, I always felt the odds were stacked against me in my search for happiness.

I so badly wanted to find this ‘paradise’ in my life – that time and place where everything would finally go my way. I was so caught up in the “if/then” game: “If only the kids were a little bit older, then things would be easier.” Or: “If I could just get a solid night of sleep, then I wouldn’t be so irritable all the time.”

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The Quest for Clutter-Free

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Lately, things have seemed so busy on the home front. I feel like I’ve been rushing from place to place to place. Doctor appointments, kid activities, school open houses, regular errands. Nothing really out of the ordinary, but it’s seemed nonstop for weeks now and shows no sign of letting up. And no matter how hard I try, I just cannot seem to stop piles from accumulating all over my house. Does anyone else feel the same way? If I try to put away the items, it never fails that my husband or kids ask me later that day, “Have you seen my (insert missing item here)?” And then, “Why did you put that away? I wasn’t done using it.” Continue reading “The Quest for Clutter-Free”

Taking Back Monday

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I remember it like it was yesterday. My daughter was roughly 2 months old and my husband had come home from work to have lunch with us. As we sat there talking, I kept thinking of something interesting I could add to the conversation…but, I literally had nothing. My morning had consisted of changing diapers, nursing countless times, and I was still in the same clothes I had slept in the night before. So I listened to my husband tell me about his busy morning while I wondered what was happening deep down inside of me.

This was such a pivotal moment in my new journey of motherhood. For the first time in my life, I was experiencing an identity crisis. I didn’t know who I was anymore. It felt so confusing…I had wanted to be a mother all of my life. So why wasn’t it fulfilling like I had envisioned?

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Why I’m Starting to Ignore My Kids

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I’ve decided I’m much too attentive to my kids. It’s amazing the different responses they get when they ask their mom vs. their dad for something. My husband pauses (a really long time), and usually finishes up whatever it is he’s doing (or watching) and they usually end up asking him about 3 times for whatever it is they needed. When they ask me, on the other hand, I tend to grant their request right away. I’m usually in the middle of something, so it seems easiest to get their snack/water and go back to what I’m doing. In this process, I think I’ve created demanding little monsters in some ways! They seem to have no patience for anything! Continue reading “Why I’m Starting to Ignore My Kids”

The Hard Days

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You know those days where you are so utterly exhausted as a parent because everything seemed to work against you from the moment you woke up? I had one of those not too long ago (chances are good it was a Monday). I don’t even remember the details of the day except it’s likely the morning began in the 4 or 5’oclock hour, which happens oftentimes with my youngest. I’m sure the rest of the day involved an argumentative 5-year-old, siblings fighting over every little thing, errands that needed run, and maybe a sickness or two. I honestly can’t even recall. But I do know it was one of those nights where my husband had an event that would go past bedtime. So I was on my own with the kids and the day seemed to last an eternity. Continue reading “The Hard Days”

What holds us together

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My daughter has been asking for probably a year now to see the place where Daddy and Mommy got married. It’s only a short drive away, so I’m not sure what took me so long to grant her request. But on a random Wednesday, I decided today was the day and we were going to make an adventure out of it. Continue reading “What holds us together”

Our January Adventure

A couple months ago we traveled up to the Reno / Lake Tahoe area to visit family. The trip was definitely a whirlwind – two nights and basically half a day of travel on each end. We couldn’t find any flights that worked to take us straight to Reno. Instead, we flew from LAX to Sacramento, and then rented a vehicle to drive through Donner Pass to get to Reno. Continue reading “Our January Adventure”

How did I get here?

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Every so often I find myself pondering certain words or phrases that have become the norm in my vocabulary. Like the use of the word “choo-choo” rather than the common term train- which suited me just fine for 30 plus years of my life. Or the fact that I refer to myself in the third person. “Please go get your shoes for Mommy.” Why and how did that ever happen? Continue reading “How did I get here?”

On Being Brave

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We all have that one defining moment in our lives, the moment where we must choose between remaining fearful or taking a risk. We may not even remember when it happened, because we were so young. But we all learned to stand, walk, and ride a bike so we all faced and overcame a fear at some point.

For some, that defining moment may have been an agonizing decision such as quitting a stable job to start a dream business or not following peers in a pressure-filled situation. For others, their moment may have been a series of small decisions that carried significant weight in the light of future endeavors. Continue reading “On Being Brave”