Permission to Fail

April 29th, 2013

It’s state test time here in Indiana which means lots of pressure on students and staff in the land of education. The state requires high school students to pass this test in order to graduate. So perhaps you can imagine the intensity of emotions…

I count myself very blessed to have kids that not only passed but excelled above the expected scores. They’re smart (like their dad)!

I’ve been thinking about failing lately. Not state tests but regular old life stuff. The things everyone around you pressures you to succeed at whether its important or not. Who cares? What difference does it make in the big picture HOW anyone gets to their dream? The path God has for me (or my children) may not look like yours. And that’s okay!

So, if you are struggling yourself or having a tough time watching your kids scraggle along life’s path… I’m happy to tell you to step back. You have permission to fail and so do they.

Sometimes just knowing the world isn’t going to come crashing down on your head can make all the difference. Success doesn’t look the same for everyone. Especially in the real world!

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Happy Monday peeps! Only 3 more Monday mornings for me. Not that I’m counting… Hehe

START

April 26th, 2013

I’m really psyched because my hubby & I PRE-ORDERED Jon Acuff’s new book and it just arrived this week. It’s called Start. Punch Fear in the Face. It’s all about being more awesome and let me tell ya…I surely need some of that! Don’t you?

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I can’t wait to read myself into total awesomeness this weekend. That’s about all I have planned since my hubby will be busy moving his office at work to the new office in another town. I hate moving but I’m always up for a fresh start. So, the next big thing on our agenda?

Sell our house and move closer to the new office. No pressure…yet. No one is forcing us to make any move. It would simply make life much easier to live closer to work, church & school for our college girls. Plus save money!!

I’ll keep you informed in the meantime. First, I have to get Started.

Happy weekend!

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Worry About Yourself

April 24th, 2013

Sometimes…..oh, who am I kidding?  All the time, we need a good laugh!  This little cutie cracks me up.  I remember the "let me do it" days of mothering.  I also recall trying NOT to laugh in the face of a determined toddler.  They mean business.

[Youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4A6Bu96ALOw]

The NO THANK YOU part is hilarious! Oh the sweet manners.  She certainly has the determination of a little woman, doesn't she?

Happy Friday eve, y'all!  And really, WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF!

Happy Place

April 22nd, 2013

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Meet my happy place. It’s where I do my best thinking. In just a few short weeks I’ll be sitting right here solving all the world problems I can handle.

Nice, huh?

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My little buddy & I practiced a bit this weekend. So far so good! How do you like my seat cushion? My girls bought it for me at the farm store. It’s too pretty to come from a place that smells like poopy baby chick troughs but it did. I splurged myself and bought the two cute pillows from Ikea…

See, happy place!

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I did a little of this over the weekend as well. Felt great! I’m all about taking it easy these days.

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I enjoyed watching my hubby work in the yard too. He actually strained his back he worked so hard. Look how much he accomplished on the outside staircase (that seems to never end)!

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Soon he’ll be at the top. Woohoo!

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I feel it’s my duty to tell you this today because Monday’s are a challenge. Make the most of it. Live loud, proud & be happy. Then spread it all over everyone in your way.

Teach them to find their own happy place!

Pushy Moms

April 21st, 2013

Have you ever wished your kids were something or someone they're not?  

i am flawed

Do you think they know?

build your kids 

God has entrusted each of us as parents to love & care for our children.  What we say to them and about them fills their hearts and minds. 

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moderation

I'm still reminded on a daily basis how important my influence is regarding my children.  I have power.  I can bring about positive or negative with just a few words.  I don't want to waste a single second that God gives me to make an impact on them.

I can't hide the kind of mom I've been to my own kids.  I've wished for them and spoken my dreams outloud many times never thinking through the pressure that I was undoubtedly pouring over their heads.

How can we be the parents our kids need us to be? 

Be quiet.  I have the gift of swooping in with my "good intentions" and "advice" when my kids get too close to the edge.  While there may be an appropriate time for that sort of help it isn't necessary for every incident. So, shhh!

Be wise.  I'm also good at trying to intervene in my kids issues WITH MY HAIR ON FIRE!  My response can either make the situation better or worse.  Kids crave consistency especially when it comes to a plan of attack.  Gentle & wise advice will give them the tools for coping in a world that seems to be getting crazier by the minute.

Be positive.  I was trained to find fault in others.  That's not a joke. Instead of giving others the benefit of the doubt, my own mother assumed everyone was guilty of something one way or another.  I unfortunately had some of that spilled onto me and every once in a while….catch myself wallowing in the negative mud.  Kids don't need that from their parents.  Keep it positive & let them know you believe in them….especially when they fail.

Be Godly.  I've said it before and I'll say it again….I can hide who I REALLY AM to everyone I meet, but my kids will always know the truth.  I never want to be seen as wonderful to others and as a fraud to my kids.  The way I respond, the words I choose to use and the heart behind it all will be the greatest influence whether positive or not for my kids.

Lord

Forgive me for being too pushy when dealing with my kids.  Help me to let them choose their own path in life and remind me when I cross the line.  I just want to be the best mom I can be because I know that's what you want for me to.

Amen

 

You’re A Pain

April 19th, 2013

Not you.  I love you.  I can't think of one rotten reason not to love you.  You come here and linger around reading my words.  Sometimes you leave me comments and tell me what they mean to you and it makes my heart go all a flutter.  You, make me enjoy doing what I do here.  

I'm talking to the beast that lives within me.  The one who rears its ugly head when I get just the slightest bit weak.  The one that for the most part I CAN MANAGE with my ninja girl superpowers — rest!  I'm not fooling anybody with that tactic.  Fibromyalgia isn't one to be "managed" unless you count having NO STRESS, NO EXHAUSTION & NO WORRY for a regular lifestyle.

Tell me, who do you know that doesn't have any of those issues going on in their life.  Uhh, yea…no one.

This whole week has been one big Fibro attack.  By Thursday, I was pretty much moving from one sitting position at work to another.  Which isn't quite do-able in my job.  I spend an enormous amount of time on my feet and walking long hallways all day.  Hello, 2 lunch duties?  Standing and walking are sort of important.

Guiltily, I decided to take Friday off and rest up.  Why does feeling well have to cost so much?  This illness is an embarrassment.  It makes you look like a sissy or a fake.   I'm neither of those.  I often wonder if having this beast is God's way of making me slow down (not that He's punishing me).  Is there something He wants to show me that I'm not willing to see otherwise?  I'm not going to argue with God about how crummy I feel — He knows.  He sees.  What I am going to do is  L I S T E N for His voice and His nudging in my life and let this attack run its course.  It's all I can do.

What threatens to invade your life and make it miserable?  Don't let it win, friend.  You are too strong for that!

Lord

I can't question you as to WHY ME when it comes to this Fibromyalgia pain.  I trust you too much to do that.  Help me do what is right for me to feel relief and for my family in coping with my bad days.  I consider it all joy, Lord that you trust me enough to handle such a thing.  I never take my good days for granted.  I know I am blessed with the body you've given me.

Amen