Blessings Learned

Our kids had an activity this morning and we skipped it. No one was sick. We didn’t have previous commitments. We just didn’t want to go.

I had mom guilt for about ten minutes before I realized that the world wasn’t going to end because we didn’t show up. It didn’t hurt anyone. Our kids weren’t sad. We didn’t have to rush through the first few hours of our day.

But why did I feel so guilty about not going? Why does every second of the day have to be filled with plans and commitments? Does it really hurt to just say no sometimes?

I don’t think it does. Sometimes we have to say no to put our family and ourselves first. Sometimes we need just one more hour of unscheduled time in the day.

We aren’t teaching our kids to not be responsible or to not follow through, but that life moves so quickly sometimes you have to grab the reigns and slow it down. And that’s okay.

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Blessings Learned

For the mom who sees the pictures and sometimes not-so-nice comments about messy houses, and quickly realizes that the pictures resemble her own home – this is a friendly reminder that messes are sometimes blessings!

At the end of our lives, we will not be judged by how organized our homes were but by how we are as people.

Mom with the messy house, I know that you are trying to juggle raising babies, running a house and maybe even working outside of that house.

I know that you wake up at 5 after just a few short hours of interrupted sleep to begin the day. You make an attempt at getting yourself ready for the day, before the house starts buzzing. You throw clothes and shoes on the kids and scramble to find their coats and assignment books before rushing out the door at 7.

The next nine or ten hours are spent pursuing your passion and supporting your family. Quickly running out of the office at 4:59 to get to your volunteer meeting or the kids to some sort of practice at 5.

At 7, a mere twelve hours after you left, you walk in your house to eat dinner as a family around the table, even if it’s fast food. You cherish that thirty minutes where you get to catch-up with your family before you rush to complete homework and bathe some sleepy little people.

Everyone is happily (haha, yea) tucked into bed at 8:30, and you quickly do a load of laundry, set clothes out for the next day and check your email. Nine rolls around and your eyes are heavy. You see that in the short time you were at home the house got even messier, but the mess will have to wait until tomorrow because someone will need cuddles in the middle of the night and you need some sleep before the day starts over again.

You see, I have the same messy house, and the same busy life. And our mess doesn’t mean that we are lazy. In fact, I think it means exactly the opposite. We are living and giving and loving, and our messy homes are a reflection of just that.

Blessings Learned

Finding the Sweet Spot

For a few years, I’ve been telling myself that as long as I’m making this certain dollar amount a year by the time I turn thirty, I’ll know that I’m doing okay in life.

Guess what?

I’m now thirty and not making that dollar amount (not even close), and God used this to remind me of my real worth and of the true blessings in my life.

I literally had a birthday and woke up the next day with a new perspective.

I’ve found such a sweet spot at thirty. I’ve never before felt so great about where I’m at in life and it has absolutely nothing to do with a dollar amount that’s been determined by a company and some letters behind my name.

It has everything to do with putting together puzzles, licking the bowl after we bake cupcakes and middle of the night cries for “momma”.

My accomplishments in life will come from this sweet spot in time. God-willing my accomplishments will grow and bloom and serve and lead. And that reward far outweighs any amount of monetary compensation I’ll ever receive.

I now know that I can’t set these kinds of goals for success, because they detract from what’s most important in my life – puzzles, cupcakes and being momma.

Blessings Learned

Today, one of my high school friends posted a picture of her and her husband dressed up over the holidays. They looked great, and even more than that she looked beautiful. I commented as such and didn’t really think much else about it until she responded back. “We clean up okay, huh?”

My reply of “absolutely” didn’t really capture what I wanted to say to her though. You see this friend, is one I wish I would have spent more time with in high school.

She’s just a genuinely great person. Kind, intelligent, friendly, supportive – everything you could possibly want in a friend, twelve years ago and now. There are now several hundred miles that separate us and I think we’ve only seen each other once since graduation.

Now-a-days she’s a SAHM to a little cutie (toughest job on the planet, really, I couldn’t do it) and her days are probably spent changing diapers, getting food ready and trying to grow her little one into a great person amongst other things. I enjoy the photos she shares of her little one and of them together.

Beautiful friend, I hope that you know that your love and support are felt hundreds of miles away. Being your friend and watching your life (even through pictures) is a blessing. You’re beautiful inside and out every day, not just on days where you get cleaned up and I will forever cherish our friendship, whatever that may look like.

Blessings Learned

cookies & chaos

Phew, we made it through 2017 and what a year it was for our family. We were blessed to watch our kiddos grow, added a beautiful new addition to our family, and I was finally brave enough to start a blog. The year also brought along with it seizure scares with both of our littles. The oldest little had only a febrile seizure while our youngest little spent half of her first month of life in and out of intermediate care for a potential seizure disorder. We were so thankful to receive her Sandifer Syndrome diagnosis and bring home a happy, and otherwise healthy baby.

This year will begin a new season of life for our family. For the first time since 2010 (with the exception of 2012), we aren’t expecting or bringing home a new baby. I’m having a difficult time with it, more on that another day, but looking forward to 2018.

I’m not one to make resolutions because life happens and they are hard to keep. However, in 2018 I do have some hopes.

  1. Finish two Bible studies I started.
  2. Find and create experiences for our family. Whether it be a picnic, trip to a museum or mini-vacation.
  3. Practice my baking skills and make a whole lot of cookies and desserts.
  4. Live a more minimilastic life. Bye-bye clutter.
  5. Embrace the chaos!

With that said, my theme for 2018 is cookies & chaos. I’ll be baking, experiencing life and finding blessings in the mess and sharing.

Sending you wishes for a cookie and chaos (the good kind) filled 2018!