Just when I start to think that writing this blog is just me thinking out loud, keeping a record of day to day nonsense, someone mentions that they follow it, and that they get something out of it. I began this blog as a means of reaching out to women, like myself who are changing phases of life, stretching themselves, trying to learn new things, trying to figure out how they are meant to use their lives. We all have struggles, more than you might imagine. Rarely are lives perfect, even if they appear that way from the outside. We will have stops and starts. We will fail. We will have moments of joyful success. Some days our children will make us proud, some days they will scare us to death, and some nights they will keep us up with worry. We will struggle with making the right choices for them, and for ourselves. If we are not careful the choices, the worry, and even sometimes pride, will stand in the way of our experiencing the joy we are meant to enjoy with each day. Sometimes we just need to let go, and let God do his job. Lean in to him, acknowledge that you can't do it on your own, let him take that heavy burden you lug around all day. Have a day full of joy friend!
Summer is a wonderful time if you have the luxury to stay home with your kids and enjoy the slower pace. Lazy days, pool time, reading, outings, and spending time at the beach is good for the soul. If you are a parent who keeps your kids home with you vs. sending them to camp--- there is also a dark side to the lazy days of Summer. I know many Moms who say loud and proud, "I can't wait till Summer!! Oh yeah! Only 3 more weeks!!, Oh no! It's over already! We need a few more weeks!!" Are you one of those? Do you say it with a straight face? Ok, maybe you are sincere. Bully for you, you win the Mom medal. Those are NOT my people. I love my kids, don't get me wrong, I really do. I love reading time, and lego time, and swimming, and picnics at the beach-- as much as any other Mom. Let's get real for a minute though. We can't play down the other side of life with kids. The constant fighting The whining The meltdowns (yes one of our guys st...
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