Good morning, Mamma. Aaaaand we’re back. Re-entry can be hard, can’t it?
I don’t know about you, but I struggled with the idea of letting go of a delicious, golden vacation that was absolutely soaked in family time. I didn’t even answer the phone yesterday. I wanted the outside world to just stay away while I had my last few hours of nothing but family time with husband and kiddos.
Last night I had a very broken night’s sleep. I was still struggling with the idea of getting up and heading back to work when kiddo came in at 5 AM to tell me he was sick. And his sister was sick too.
Ah yes, reality.
This morning, as I ventured back into my home office for the first time in nearly two weeks, my eye caught sight of a pack of cards a friend had given me as a Christmas present. Index cards. With black sharpie messages. He is a speech and debate coach and had laughingly given me his most recent stack of cards to use at the dinner table with my kids. They say things like, “Sit up” and “Listen”.
This morning, my eye lit on the one that said, “Smile, breathe, get back in”.
God is so wonderful, sometimes, in the way He talks to us.
It’s a great plan. Smile. Breathe. And now, soaked in gratitude for your wonderful, rich life, get back in there, Mamma.
Happy 2016, Mommies. It’s going to be a great year.
Oh-so philosophical this morning. How could I not be? Because of my friend’s wife’s devastating diagnosis, I spent all day yesterday wondering what I would do if I was told I had weeks to months to live. Distills and clarifies life down to what really matters right quickly, doesn’t it?
Mamma, you are so very precious and so crucially important to your family. They need you in their lives today and they need you in their lives for a very, very long time. Much of our health and energy is dependent on us, on our behaviors. Are you taking care of yourself?
We cannot prevent every terrible diagnosis. Heck, we can’t even fight off every cold, but we can BE HERE while we’re here. We can be here at our best energy, at our most aware and joyful and generous. We can make sure that we aren’t giving that precious life energy to cigarettes or Ding-Dongs or hours of sitting mesmerized by a TV.
There are twenty-four hours in every precious day we are given on this earth. How do you want to spend yours?
(Sorry… told you I was feeling philosophical this morning…)
My family plays a game called “Things”. A question is posed, we all write down our answer, and then we take turns trying to guess who answered what. Great game.
This last weekend, one of the questions was “Things I want to do before I die”. My youngest son, my gentle giant who just turned fourteen, my youngest son answered, “Live”.
Go live, Mamma. Go in gratitude and joy and determination. Go hold your kids tight, kiss that man in your bed upstairs, dive into your work with courage and truth.
Taste the apples, breath the sweet air, feel your beautiful body move in space.
Good morning, Mamma. Happy Wednesday!
My sky is a much brighter blue today. I got some time with each of my kids yesterday (wow I needed that), made a really nice dinner last night (the healthy kind, with two different salads and a high protein pasta), talked to husband before bed about our family (love that man), and got a full night’s sleep. SO much better today.
Bless you, Mamma, whatever kind of day you’re having. Whether you’re on top of the world or hanging on by your finger tips, know that you’re not alone. There are so many of us out here doing this dance, having good days and bad days, and wanting so passionately to do it all well.
You are wonderful, Mommy. You are doing fine.
Keep working hard, keep caring deeply, and give yourself grace on the rocky days.
Been there, done that, lived to tell the tale.
Good morning, Mamma. Almost 6 am, two cups of coffee into my day, and I am still sitting here struggling to get myself out the door for my morning run. I know I should, I know I need to, and yet, I really, really, REALLY don’t want to get off this sofa.
Guh. I hate it when the overgrown toddler in me rears her tantrum having head and interferes with my life.
Will I go anyway? Oh, yes, I’ll go. I have to. I’ve lived long enough to know that these mornings when I don’t want to go (REALLY don’t want to go) are the mornings I most need to force myself out the door for a workout.
It’s self-defense. Self-defense against every pouty, lazy, sad impulse that continues to live in me, even though I wish I could banish them forever. Like the characters that cute little emotion movie, I picture these emotions as little blobs, sitting in a corner, arms crossed, lower lips out muttering “I don’t want to” to themselves.
Well, the angels of my better nature are stronger today. They have to be. I have a life to live.
And so do you.
Whatever it is you are struggling with, girl, know that you are not alone. And whatever it is, know that the strength you need is there inside of you.
Grab it. And go, Mamma, go.
Good morning, Mamma! Kids out the door? Lunches packed? Ready to get to it today?
If your heads not quite there yet, maybe take five minutes and write a super fast gratitude list. Really, five minutes, and really, write it down. In a scientific study this was shown to lift mood and “affect” — an anti-depressant without the pills, woo-hoo!
What are you grateful for? Here, I’ll start… timer set … and go!
I’m grateful for my husband, large, warm, loud, messy, wonderful, generous man.
For my kids. Life itself.
For ridiculous, perpetually smiling dogs. Living breathing comic relief.
For chocolate. And coffee. And morning smoothies that my husband makes me.
For flowers. Lift my mood in a way that defies logic.
For crisp, clean cotton sheets. Heaven.
For white clouds in a blue sky.
For a full battery on my cell phone.
For friends I don’t see often enough, but who can always make me laugh over that cell phone.
For car pools. OH SO grateful for car pools.
For babysitters who love my kids. And the adventures that they create here at home. Grandma and her cookies. Alma the Pirate Queen, and the dress-up play-acting games she would do with the kids. Someone was always fighting a dragon when I came home… I’m grateful for her.
I’m grateful for Starbucks drive-thrus, and their extra large green tea.
Grateful for tulips and roses and the humble carnation.
Grateful for eyeliner that doesn’t smudge.
Blush in just the right shade.
Hairspray that doesn’t make my hair crunchy.
I’m grateful for bare feet, and thick socks and my fuzzy boots…
There. Five minutes. How was that? And what do you know… I’m smiling.
Give it a whirl. See what pops up on your list! And then go take on the day.
Hello, Mamma. How are you this morning? I have my little surgery tomorrow. Digging deep for courage today.
We all of us have our stuff we’re dealing with; I know, because these double lives of ours are many things, but they are not tidy, and they are not easy. But, oh, they are so worthwhile. We do so much that is good and beautiful.
I love this quote from Franklin Roosevelt: “Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear.”
What’s more important than my fear? My family, my children’s health and well-being, the work I do for my company. Everything is more important than fear.
Fear is paralysis. It’s not doing anything. It’s letting the what-if’s keep you from the might-be’s.
Go, Mamma, go. Do what needs to be done today. Life, laundry, loving that brood of yours.
Let nothing get in your way. Not even yourself.
Ah, Monday. Hello, Mamma. How are you? I didn’t have quite the morning I’d expected this morning. Overslept, the wash machine started leaking, husband and I groused at each other (not helpful)… you know how it goes sometimes, right?
And then I get to my desk at work and …. and what? My energy is in the tank, my brain is somewhere else, and I sit here feeling blue and trying to remember if I told the kids I loved them before they headed off to school.
This won’t do.
There are days, like this one, where we have to haul ourselves back from the brink of doubt and despair. We have to. Because life needs to be lived, and there is no one waiting in the wings to take over our responsibilities for us.
Sometimes call a friend, other times I’ll pull up a TED talk or YouTube video. This four minute video helped this morning. I watched it four times. And I’ll probably watch it again before the day is over.
Check it out. Raise yourself up. It’s in there, girl; you can do this! Go get your day, Mamma!
When my almost 80 year old mother calls me in the middle of my workday to tell me to pull up a Dancing With the Stars video, (“What, Mom? Like, now?”) I know it must be something special.
Noah Galloway, dancing to Toby Keith’s “American Soldier”.
Okay, mom, you were right. Wow.
Maybe on your lunch break, ladies. Google it up. Be inspired. And no more excuses for not working out.