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Once Again…Choose Love

I was searching for one of my favorite Marianne Williamson quotes and came across a blog post from one year ago titled Choose Love.

It was just what I needed to read after the horrible event that took place last Friday at Sandy Hook Elementary school in Newtown, CT.

Love instead of fear

When bad things happen I turn to my  favorite inspirational ladies–Brene Brown, Patti Digh, and Marianne Williamson. Their words and beliefs are generally in line with how I feel and tend to offer the best support. I can very quickly find myself in a downward spiral of fear and anxiety, so I look to them to help keep my thoughts grounded in reality, and love.

If you’re looking for comfort and support right now, check out their websites, blogs, and Facebook pages and I’m sure you will find it. Here is a poem posted on Patti’s blog yesterday.

Shoulders

A man crosses the street in rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.

No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.

This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo
but he’s not marked.
Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,
HANDLE WITH CARE.

His ear fills up with breathing.
He hears the hum of a boy’s dream
deep inside him.

We’re not going to be able
to live in this world
if we’re not willing to do what he’s doing
with one another.

The road will only be wide.
The rain will never stop falling.

~ Naomi Shihab Nye ~

I also recommend reading this post from another blog Patti participates in with two of her best friends. The last story reflects my deepest fears and thoughts as a mother. And it is beautiful.

That is all.


Turquoise Corner

I love this little turquoise chair and thought you would, too.

I picked it up randomly last fall from an antique booth at MaDee’s Market.

(If you’re interested in being a vendor at the market this fall, get more info. here. It’s a great cause!)

The awesome color and very attractive price tag caught my eye as I was literally walking out the door and I’m so glad I stopped to get it! Turquoise is my favorite color and I’ve enjoyed collecting bits and pieces in that shade to sprinkle around the house over the years.

I (more like my husband) didn’t think we had room for one.more.thing. but now that I put my cute little chair in this corner of our living room, I can’t imagine it NOT being there.

I’m really liking how it covers those unsightly cords.

It used to bother me that the color of the chair is not the exact same as the dresser, but I’m starting to embrace the ability to mix multiple shades of the same color rather than be too “matchy-matchy.”

What do you think?


The Good Bits 1

Not every day is easy.

Today was one of those “hard days.”

I woke up extra tired…run down…low on energy. I thought maybe I was getting sick, but then remembered that sometimes being pregnant is equivalent to  always feeling on the verge of being sick…or hungover. And some days are more blah than others.

It didn’t help that it was a cloudy, dreary day. It was Monday. And the little one (#1) got to bed too late and woke up too early which = a cranky, overly emotionally fragile child that broke down more as the day went on.

Luckily hubby knew I might need a break and suggested a trip to McDonald’s for lunch. The french fries helped to get us through.

This came after a really awesome few days last week. AJH had very few tantrums (we’re in that very sensitive, two-year-old phase), she played on her own without being too needy, and I felt like I was actually doing some things right with parenting, which has been kind of few and far between lately. My days at home were scarily smooth.

And then today came and I felt like we were back to square one.

It was a long day.

It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows.

It was a lot of tears and, “Mommy, hold youuuuuu” (which I interpret as, “Mommy, hold meeeeeee”).

It was finding mouse poop in the cabinet.

It was taking way too many hours to let a two-year old wash a mountain of dirty, mouse-poopy dishes while getting water everywhere.

It was throwing tupperware lids that didn’t fit

And baby doll high chairs that just didn’t work the exact way she wanted them to.

But amidst the mouse poop, I also found some good bits.

I found patience.

I found my ability to scoop up, and do a lap-plop while wiping away tears and giving reassurance.

To teach deep breaths, and counting, and “calm-down” time over. and over. and over.

Five years ago, I don’t think I would’ve found this girl inside of me.

Five years ago I was the girl throwing the tupperware.

Somehow motherhood has the ability to surface those parts of us we thought would never come out of hiding.

And it feels good.

Almost as good as finally laying on the couch at the end of a day like today, looking down with tears in your eyes and feeling little one (#2) give a few reassuring kicks, as if to say, “It’s okay mama, hang in there!”

It just doesn’t get much better than that.

"I'm always happy!"