It’s just after 6am on Saturday, “stay-home-day”. My boys are still asleep – “a tiny one, a big one, and a man-boy” (three-year-olds are the best!). I am the “gwirl”, loving these quiet mornings to myself.
This week in a nutshell: Hubby got sick. I felt weird. Hubby went on a business trip (or, as I’d like to call it, a vacation). Thank god for grandparents. Hubby came home, still super sick. I got sick. Three-year-old threw tantrums. Little one did what babies do. Now it’s the long weekend… 😳 🙃
I almost threw the towel in on this whole project about 80 times. BUT I didn’t (yay me!). Instead, I decided to focus on what I could: the “listen” and “be” pillars, specifically rest and acceptance. This too shall pass… blah, blah, blah.
Yesterday I unscheduled and spent the day catching up on Hockey Wives and Super Soul Sundays with the babe. It was kind of lovely, snotty nose and all.
Fact: I have spent 40 of the last 48 months either pregnant or breastfeeding, or both. The other 8 months, I was recovering from lost pregnancies or trying to get pregnant… or both.
I am physically, emotionally, and spiritually spent.
But all of that is behind me now (except the breastfeeding part)! Two beautiful boys chose me to be their momma – I know I am blessed. Now it’s time to replenish my reserves and fill up my cup so that I can be the best momma possible to these two souls.
Enter project nourish: 6 months of nourishment to set the foundation of a lifetime of self-care and love. Starting today.
… all to be explained in time. And a weekly status update right here.
This is bold and a bit scary, but it’s also necessary. It’s time to commit. Join me on this journey (and keep me accountable!). 🙂
P.S. This will also force me to update this blog – painfully out of date. 🙃
Phew. What a ride! This is meant to be a love letter, so I’ll be nice.
Thank you for teaching me that I am strong, that I can get knocked down and rise wiser and kinder. I bow to the lessons. Thank you for giving me the strength to keep going and for showing me that I am not alone.
And thank you for reminding me of how truly blessed I am! This life – wow.
Thank you for helping me to see that I am a good mom and that I have a great kid. He is my guru, my sage, and the littlest love of my life. Thank you for giving me the strength to wake up at all hours of the night, for being patient during his tantrums (sometimes), and for the magic he’s showing me in the world. Thank you for answering all of my prayers with that kid!
Thank you for the original love of my life – the kid’s dad and my partner in crime. I’m still not sure how I got to be so darn lucky… thank you!
Thank you for this home! When I was a little girl, I dreamt of a home like this – beautiful and serene, somewhere to live forever and always, a fireplace with stockings, and lots of rooms to fill with memories. Now I live here and I am in awe.
Thank you for the adventures and travels, for friends near and far, for chocolate and wine and lattes, for morning snuggles in bed and five seasons of Scandal.
Thank you for showing me that there is still so much to come. Thank you.
I like sharing tidbits of my life here and there, and seeing what others up to.
Once in awhile, a picture will tweak something in me that I’m not proud of. Sometimes the perfectly sculpted bodies in perfectly arranged yoga poses, or the perfectly nutritious food perfect families are enjoying, inspire a full-on meltdown (last Sunday).
Here’s the crux of the matter:
Our lives are mostly ordinary but we tend to only document the extraordinary, best-possible, once-in-a-blue-moon tidbits. Read this article: instagram’s envy effect
I think the world needs to see more of these magical moments. The problem is, they make all of the other moments seem less magical and in not documenting them, we can forget what’s normal, perfectly a-ok and just #ordinarylife.
My life is both this:
And more often this:
I’m going to try to be a little bit more #ordinarylife in my ‘gramming. @mayacollum
Life rarely goes according to plan when you’re trying to sell your house and move with a toddler. Life rarely goes according to plan when you’re dealing with a toddler – period. I naively started the Tiny Devotion’s #insanelyintentional challenge a few days ago and, not surprisingly, I’m already behind. 🙂
Let’s pretend day 6 was yesterday and today is day 7. Let’s.
Day 7’s assignment: to forgive someone.
I chose me – we’re often the hardest on ourselves and this is absolutely true in my case. Here goes.
Dear me, I forgive you for being ordinary. I forgive you for not being particularly beautiful, exceptionally smart, or one iota funny. I forgive you for being serious, often too serious. I forgive you for not accomplishing as much as you thought you would – you found a magical life instead. I forgive you for not being a lawyer, a doctor, or a CEO – you’re a kick-butt mom, wife, and administrator instead. I forgive you for not being the perfect earth momma you thought you’d be – sometimes the kid just wants a bagel with cream cheese for dinner and there’s no room for negotiations. I forgive you for still having a soft tummy, 15 months later, and for being upset about it too often – croissants and wine are worth it. I forgive you for not being able to bend into the perfect yoga pose for the perfect instagram pic (although lord knows you try) – sometimes it’s safer not to break things. And so on. I forgive you and I embrace you for all of the above… and I’ll forgive you in advance for when you lose this feeling and feel whiny and sh*tty again. I embrace your ordinariness. It’s enough.