Tag: love

it’s not Friday

resting

So why am I posting?Β 

 

Ha!

I had a beautiful Monday, and I have had some wonderful moments sprinkled throughout these last couple of weeks. Life is just plain fun! And I feel like recording it πŸ™‚

 

I have received beautiful drawings from kids with hearts full of love, danced in the kitchen, sorted and said goodbye to toys that need to go to a new home, and I WENT ON A DATE! Say what? I’m so glad I took the plunge! A great man, a cup of hot chocolate, and fantastic conversation made for one of the sweetest times. EVER. I will forever be grateful for his kind heart and hearty laugh. Throw in some sarcasm? Love it!

Life is a varied and funny thing – and I’m happy to be in this season. Thrilled would be a better fit. As would elated, excited, and any ready to kick up my feet and have a good time-ish phrases πŸ™‚

 

 

So party planning, taxes, and art projects aside – I’M HAPPY. Not because life is perfect, but because I get to live it πŸ™‚ Really. Not survive, or cope, or any of those horrid things that sometimes entangle us – nope nope nope. Not me.

 

I get to sit in the car waiting for my daughter to get out of school, recline my seat completely back, and take in the wondrous creation. Le sigh. The wind singing with the leaves, the sun casting gorgeous shadows and highlighting the amazing details of each leaf, and the distant sound of traffic sounding like a deep river. Oh my. It was peaceful and soothing. I unplugged and let my mind wander – and I felt the youth of my soul revive.

So we sat and chatted for two hours. TWO HOURS. And it felt like nothing and everything at the same time. He listened so patiently to my ramblings, waited while I tried to gather my thoughts, and even let me finish my sentences. I was ME. And I could feel the blood of Β non-mom me start to flow in my veins again. And what I want, and what I fear, and what I dream – it’s there. I saw it, and he gave me the chance to speak it. I loved every minute! Walking and talking – I heard his heart, his laugh, and I was perfectly happy. It’s the chance to grow and be pushed – to listen to different music and appreciate the print you leave in this world – all at the same time.

 

And I love the newness of sharing in the beauty of another’s soul.

 

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hugs

It’s been a while!

Life is crazy, sometimes more than others πŸ™‚

I’m not going to over think this, I’m not going to worry or live in fear.
I am going to write!

GRACE

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I think it’s the one thing we lack as parents this day in age. The concept of grace is pretty much the least evident in our parenting skills at the grocery store, as the kids cry and we hold that bar immeasurably high thinking they need to attain it. Where is the GRACE? Yes we need to have expectations, realistic ones are usually not the ones we have though, are they?

I spent the first years of my daughter’s life expecting her to be SOMETHING. At the age of two I practically exploded out of my skin after I had repeated myself over five times (really it was ten, but that level of insanity should only be known by a few, right?). What was it that I said?

Listen closely because at the time this made complete sense to me.
“Go grab your shoes and purse and bring them here so that I can put them on you.” After giving her 15 minutes to get ready.

TWO YEARS OLD!!!

We are so proud of ourselves for giving them options (they mostly DO NOT need, can’t handle, and don’t really want – but that’s a different story), but then we EXPECT and DEMAND them to act like mini adults. I gave you a choice (you weren’t ready for), you made a decision (with your limited thought process), and now there’s a natural consequence (which you can’t really comprehend).

NO GRACE

Just consequences and frustration and little to no empathy.

That’s what I see looking back. I see the times I should’ve ( and should STILL) hug and hold – not scold and stand in silent indignation.

There needs to be a solid expectation, yes, but there needs to overwhelming and overly generous amounts of grace that show LOVE –Β 

no matter what

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broken

 

So excited to join in the #FMF party again!!! It’s been a while, and I was missing not only reading other contributions but adding mine to the mix. So, maybe next week I can read what you have to say?? Join! It’s fun πŸ™‚

broken

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It’s funny in life how so many things seem like pieces, but then you turn around one day and it’s all one whole.

I feel like every day I am meeting myself for the first time. And sometimes it’s awkward, like a first date. Take about thirty minutes ago for an example. I’m sitting at a table surrounded by other yopros (young professionals), making encouraging cards for teachers, and what do I do? Get up and leave the group. Yeah! Seriously, lol. I wasn’t trying to be rude, but the chit chat and non-stop comment were driving me INSANE. In that moment I felt like a bonafide eighty year old introvert. But it’s what I find out about myself every day that makes this journey so fun! Apparently, if I’m working on a project with a time limit and I want to really focus, my own table and space is necessary. I even like to “talk” about things before I put pen to paper. #onesidedconversations

So about things being broken, I am much more in love with that idea than I ever thought possible. I grew up in a legalistic church and had no idea how much of that I had soaked up in my perfectionistic loving self. As an adult though, going through a divorce, being a single mom, and seeing life literally become chaos before my eyes, that whole perfect thing hasn’t worked out. In fact, I find myself running from perfection more and more. So glad!!!

I love that God takes all things broken and transforms them into beauty!

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