So I have found a couple of 'mommy blogs' that I am really into lately. Two in particular - Momastery, which is witty, sassy, and a free, safe place to share ideas and remember that love always wins; and Hands Free Mama, which is this amazingly perfect place to ground and reground myself in what's important. It is very idealistic, but also very genuine and real. It is about the quest to have a Hands Free journey, which is a very enlightening, inspiring, and beautiful thing. I am like obsessed with these two blogs. Oh, how cool it would be to write a blog like these. Anyways, until my blogging gets that big, (ha!) I'll just have to reference some of their great ideas and keep them top of mind as I make promises to myself in a similar fashion.
The other day I was walking between buildings at work, which can take 10-15 minutes, so I often pull up Facebook and do a quick scroll. One friend had posted this article, and as I glanced at it, I found that I was being moved to tears. I got teary! So I closed it, and revisited it later, eating up every word:
The Day I Stopped Saying Hurry Up
I truly believe that parents learn as much or more from their kids, especially as they start to develop their little personalities and say things that make you think. This little girl has taught her mama (and now, all of her mama's readers) a very important thing: the beauty of the journey. I say it all the time, but it's so hard to live it. Especially when I am spending so much of my days looking forward to the evening, or my weeks looking forward to Friday, it's hard to get lost in the moment. I also remember when I was on maternity leave, I told a friend that I anticipated going back to work would be tough because I would be transitioning between two VASTLY DIFFERENT speeds every single day. At work we move at mach speed; at 17 months, things just go a lot slower. We stop to smell every rose. We read every book. Twice. We point to every face on the fridge, and then we do it again. We go down the toddler slide 50 times, and then 50 more times after lunch. We poke at our food. We pour tea into cups, we pop up the jack-in-the-box again and again. We change a diaper, and then learn it needs changing just 10 minutes later.
I also find myself so excited for the stages when Kennedy talks and shares her thoughts with me, but I also have to be mindful to not wish away this early, sweet age as well. I will never get it back. When I get into it, I think I do pretty well, even though the transition is exhausting. I'm just thankful I have people out there writing such insightful messages every so often to bring me back to where I need to be.
The other day I was walking between buildings at work, which can take 10-15 minutes, so I often pull up Facebook and do a quick scroll. One friend had posted this article, and as I glanced at it, I found that I was being moved to tears. I got teary! So I closed it, and revisited it later, eating up every word:
The Day I Stopped Saying Hurry Up
I truly believe that parents learn as much or more from their kids, especially as they start to develop their little personalities and say things that make you think. This little girl has taught her mama (and now, all of her mama's readers) a very important thing: the beauty of the journey. I say it all the time, but it's so hard to live it. Especially when I am spending so much of my days looking forward to the evening, or my weeks looking forward to Friday, it's hard to get lost in the moment. I also remember when I was on maternity leave, I told a friend that I anticipated going back to work would be tough because I would be transitioning between two VASTLY DIFFERENT speeds every single day. At work we move at mach speed; at 17 months, things just go a lot slower. We stop to smell every rose. We read every book. Twice. We point to every face on the fridge, and then we do it again. We go down the toddler slide 50 times, and then 50 more times after lunch. We poke at our food. We pour tea into cups, we pop up the jack-in-the-box again and again. We change a diaper, and then learn it needs changing just 10 minutes later.
I also find myself so excited for the stages when Kennedy talks and shares her thoughts with me, but I also have to be mindful to not wish away this early, sweet age as well. I will never get it back. When I get into it, I think I do pretty well, even though the transition is exhausting. I'm just thankful I have people out there writing such insightful messages every so often to bring me back to where I need to be.
