I want to have my cake and eat it too. I DON’T want to share it with ANYONE. I want it all to myself because I’m selfish. It’s my worst quality and the one area where I still have much work to do. One of many areas.
As I grow and go on with God He gently guides and teaches and as I listen and follow, my clenched hands open and what I grasp tight He teaches me to give. He brought this home in a profound way years ago and I’ve never forgotten the lesson. It’s this:
Just because a blessing falls into your lap doesn’t mean it’s always yours to keep.
If you follow my blog you know I’ve written quite a bit about my struggles with
mothering
Just a Mom? I Think You’re a World Changer
The truth is, the hand that rocks the cradle really does rule the world. No one will influence your child’s life more than you. No one.
You write their future one day at a time, one meal, one movie, one bath, one boo-boo, one lesson, one kiss, one hug, one diaper at a time. Millions of moments and thousands of days add up to a life of purpose when we value each moment and treasure each day. Even the hard days. And the hard days will come. Do you know you’re a builder? Whatever ‘mom name’ you go by, working mom, single mom, traveling mom, handicapped mom, step-mom, empty nest mom or a brand-new first time mom, you’re a builder. Moment by moment, day by day, year by year, you’re building.
Each day another brick is laid. Another building block is nailed into place. Another…
10 Ways to Untether and Tame the Crazy
Mamas, let me share my heart with you. In my years of mothering I’ve learned a few things and looking back, I see what was important. I see them condensed, pinpoints of light like bright stars in a vast and black sky.
Mothering is universal but things have changed, a lot, since I became a mom almost 3 decades ago.
The world is fast paced with information available at warp speed, voices everywhere screaming for attention. Distractions abound and pull, tugging us away from what’s important. The tyranny of the urgent seduces and traps with flattering but empty promises.
I’ve come up with some remedies, in no particular order, except the last one.
Catch and Release
It’s a push/pull, this mothering thing. Holding and at the same time, letting go. We have these babies, these tiny, soft, helpless babies, and we vow to hold them close, keep them safe, and never let the world and all it’s fears and worries and heartaches get too close. We become mama-fierce, like protective she-lions, ready …