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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Pour Your Heart Out: Magic


His big, gorgeous eyes light up.

A huge grin shows his deep dimples.

As my 3 year-old declares, "It's MAGIC!"

Whether it's the automatic doors opening at the grocery store or the stars in the sky or cookies appearing after a shopping trip he didn't know I made, my youngest is quick to explain it all by saying "It's magic."

He takes such joy in commonplace events. He sees the beauty in the every day. The magic.

No need for explanations as to how things happen or why.

He sees what's around him and delights in it.

Too young to be jaded.

Not too busy to notice the every day magic.

I think I was like that once.

I think we all were.

I wonder when we lose it.

I wonder if we can start to see the magic in the every day again.


Monday, November 28, 2011

Hey, It's Okay

Hey, It's Okay....

To wish for a giant bottle of wine when you are stuck in traffic in the pouring down rain, your fuel light comes on, and a child pukes.

To read a book while your husband drives because watching him drive gives you a panic attack.

To get annoyed when you inform your mother of your plans and she says "That's okay," like you need her permission to do anything.

To wish your family could be a little more subtle about which of your children is their favorite or better yet, for them not to actually have a favorite.

To think the sweet potato casserole you made for Thanksgiving dinner was the best thing on the table.

To think your sister needs to chill the F out when it comes to her son.

To be jealous of your sil's amazing weight loss.

To feel a little left out when your siblings talk about all the things that they do together when you aren't there.

To miss your friends and wish you could spend more time with them than your family when you are visiting back home.

To be relieved to be back in your own bed after a long trip.

To know that you probably won't ever catch up with all you missed when you were out of town for a long trip and decide not to even try. It's okay if the delete button is your friend and you just start over fresh.

Joining in with Amber at Airing My Dirty Laundry for Hey, It's Okay: "I got this idea from Glamour magazine. They have a section called Hey, It’s Okay and will list a bunch of things to be okay about. You're welcome to join in and do something like this on your blog. Doesn't have to be on a Tuesday either. Just make sure you link up!"


Friday, November 25, 2011

Things They Can't Say About Parenting

With the holiday this week, we're trying something different for the Things They Can't Say feature. Last week, over on my facebook page, I asked you to tell me a hard truth, something you don't always like to admit, about parenting(in just 1-3 sentences). Below are some of the responses.

Having a newborn and three year old has been very overwhelming. So much so that twice this week I have forgotten to buckle my three year old in his car seat! Not proud of this...ugh!

Sometimes I wonder if I would be a more effective parent if my kids were afraid of me. If they had more fear of what might happen if they misbehaved.

I prayed for the summer to be over and for school to arrive so I could send my youngest away for 2 hours a day. His constant whining at me and crying over nothing exhaust me, and I desperately needed a break from him!
-Victoria, The First Day

I can't talk about my parenting disagreements with my husband. We are in a different camp on everything and it's breaking us apart into tiny pieces.
-Tracy, Sellabitmum

Some days, I just want a whole day to myself and on those days, being with my son all day is hard. I feel guilty just thinking it.

From working with kids for years I thought I knew it all and parenting would be easy, but I have been proven wrong. There have been many days, especially with my son, when I don't know why he's acting a certain way or why something hurts. I am terrified something is wrong with him.
-Evonne, Jules Outloud

I'm terrified of leaving my girl- emotionally and/or physically- the way so many other "parents" in my immediate family have left their kids (at one point or another). I pray i'm the exception, but am terrified of history repeating itself.
-Christina, Finally Mom

I struggle with guilt over my postpartum. Im hoping and praying Im not screwing my kids up, because I have issues.

I wish there was a way to have it all, be a good mom, wife and woman without giving up little parts of myself. I worry I'm too selfish to be a mom sometimes.

Your kids won't remember that the house was perfect. They will remember the time you spent with them. Priorities!

I find myself showing less and less affection to my older child, I don't know if it's a mix of because she's getting older and how I don't really show affection to people in general (not a touchy/feely person). I hug, kiss, and snuggle up to the baby like crazy, but as much to the big kid and I feel SO guilty & often hate myself for it.

I have always worried that I will turn into my Mom as I get older with the way that I interact with my child and my husband. Now I am scared that I really AM turning into her. . . It's not the person I want to be.

I don't always like my job as mom or my kids! Horrible? I know BUt being the single parent right now (for a year!) is tough in a lot of ways.

parenting is hard enough without having to navigate MY parents' unsolicited "advice" or "concerns" about my children. You had your turn. Keep it to yourself now.
-Christine, Quasi Agitato

I have an 11 y/o girl & 5 3/4 y/o boy and I still struggle daily with how much I need to do FOR them vs. how much I should encourage them to do for themselves. I want to raise capable people without putting too much on them as children.
-Jennifer, Just Jennifer

I know my son acts out sometimes because I don't give him enough attention, but I still find it hard to pay full attention for as long as I should.

Out I lied about being a more patient mom after already raising a pack of kids. My daughter who is being raised as an only, gets the short end of the stick a lot because, well because my stick is worn down to a nub.

somedays i dont like my son. like really,dont like him. maybe he is too much like me?

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