Be still my mothering heart

I have been totally in denial. It started when she turned 5. It’s a milestone birthday but I didn’t let myself get all emotional and bloggy about it.

Then she graduated from preschool. And I was proud I didn’t bawl like a baby (although I did tear up).

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But there’s no avoiding the next milestone or pretending it’s not the complete end of “baby phases” for my sweet Tink.

She will start Kindergarten in 40 days (but who’s counting?) and she is beyond excited. She is such an independent little spirit and lately it seems she’s preparing me for her next big step.

She wants to do everything, and I mean everything, by herself, without help.

Walking up to swim lessons without me, fixing her own hair (heaven help us), and this morning, it was buttering her own pancakes.

Today we also got her a pair of shoes with laces so she can learn how to tie shoes before starting school. This was actually my idea because I would like to save a little of her teacher’s sanity.

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When we pulled into the driveway after buying the shoes, she unbuckled her seatbelt (by herself of course), looked at me so sweetly and said,

“In kindergarten, I’m gonna have to learn to do things by myself. Swing myself on the swings, tie my shoes, being kind, brush my teeth, talking about Jesus. All kinds of stuff.”

And then my heart broke with pride.

Independence, Kindness & Jesus.
Maybe I’m doing something right.
Happy tears, y’all.
This motherhood gig is alright.

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Wise words

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What I love most about this is when I read it, I hear my mother’s voice in my head. It’s a bit of advice she gave countless times when I was growing up (along with “You’ve got to stand for something or you’ll fall for anything”). And it’s something she has never been afraid to live by; leading by example.

Happy Wednesday,
Adrian

Metaphor for motherhood

Every night, before bed, I read AH a story. Lately, her evening selection has been her (and my) longtime favorite, Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree. Every time I read it to her, I can hardly make it through without teary eyes and shaky voice as I read the final words to this metaphor for motherhood.

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Happy Somewhat Wordless Wednesday,
Adrian

M is for My kids could teach me a thing or two

Lessons I could learn from my kids…

Forgiveness.
I’m amazed at how quickly children forgive and forget. How quickly I am forgiven by them for the mistakes I make as a parent. As you get older it seems harder to forgive others so freely and forgetting is nearly impossible.

I’m a good mother.
I know many times in my blog I talk about my anxieties or shortcomings as a mom. But sometimes there are moments when you see your children and the people they are becoming and think to yourself, “maybe I am doing something right.”

All work and no play make Jack a dull boy.
Work is serious, sometimes boring, and lately really insane. When you’re a kid there are no worries about work; your job is to play all day. I need to make time to play more instead of worrying about work outside office doors.

Be selfish.
Children, by nature, are selfish creatures. We teach them to think of others as they get older. We teach them to share, be compassionate, do unto others. Sometimes parents don’t take enough time for themselves. I know I don’t. We give so much to our families that sometimes we neglect our own wants/needs. Sometimes, a little selfishness isn’t a bad thing.

Feel the music and move to it.
I remember when AH could stand up on her own, the next milestone was shaking her diapered tush. Little ones have no inhibition. They hear a beat they like? They dance and clap to the music. They’re inspired. Be inspired, and let it move you.

Don’t take yourself too seriously.
The further we get into adulthood, we begin to form this candy coated shell on our exteriors. Composed and solid on the outside but if we get a little goofy, that exterior will crack. But kids don’t care. They’ll laugh at themselves and be goofy just for the fun of it.

Enjoy the good stuff first.
I my family, we do something called Dessert First Day. It’s a day that I let the kids pick a dessert and they get to eat it before their dinner. I tell them they still have to eat some of their dinner but that sometimes in life, you should enjoy the good stuff first. Shake things up a bit. Don’t save it for a special occasion because today is special in its own right.

Find the Hallelujah in everything.
AH went through a phase where anything that excited her would get a loud, “Hallelujah!” Sitting on top of LD’s shoulders? “Hallelujah!” Finger-painting with new paints? “Hallelujah!” Having her dinner plate sat in front of her? “Hallelujah!” I began thinking, “I should be learning from her.”

Don’t procrastinate.
This post is proof that I am a procrastinator (the A to Z challenge is now on N). But my kids don’t give me the luxury of procrastination. When they want something, whether it’s my attention or money, it usually can’t (or won’t) wait. And by the time I get around to what needs to be done, I am too exhausted and choose sleep instead.

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(AH yelling “Hal-eh-loo-lah!)

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Happy Blogging,

Adrian