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.

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

We’re back!

After a very refreshing and very busy two week break from social media, school and work, it’s back to reality for the Becker fam.

We loaded up the car ten days ago and drove a thousand or so miles to sunny Orlando, Florida for a safety conference for me and a whole lotta Disney World fun for everyone.

Staring down the last two-hundred miles to home, we’re all a little delirious and ready to be out of the car! I’m looking forward to sharing more of our Disney trip in the coming weeks. We made so many awesome memories!

Have a great weekend!

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.