Hi, friend! I am so glad you have stopped by my little corner of the internet. I hope you’ll take some time to look around and join our wonderful community of moms here as we learn to be better moms together!
Do you feel that silent nudge that you're becoming addicted to the internet? What a difficult and ever-so-present temptation for our generation of mothers. If you feel discouraged and unsatisfied by the time you're spending on Facebook (or Pinterest, or Instagram...or whatever other computer/iPhone black hole you are sucked into!) - THERE IS HOPE.
Here are the two steps I have realized to help with Motherhood Internet Addiction. (It is a thing!)
I am not sure why women feel the crazy need to apologize for their homes, especially to other women.
Years ago when preparing for company, a play date, or simply a friend’s visit, I would sometimes greet guests with a rolling litany of things that I plan to do (or projects I intend to finish) and just how this room or that would come together when...
Why?
I believe God gives everyone gifts! There is something we are all good at. It may not always be talents that are in the spotlight such as singing or playing a musical instrument but there is something inside of all of us that shines especially bright.
I believe this to be true in our children as well and I would encourage you to help them find their gifts and help nurture them. I know for many parents they get an idea in their head for their children, sometimes even before they are born that they will be great athletes or have the same gifts they enjoyed themselves. This is not always the case and you can spend years pushing something toward your children that isn't really meant to be.
Some wonderful ways to nurture your children's gifts are:
Sick seaons are incredibly tough seasons. Especially if you have several children. Short, but tough. There is little else you can do other than take care of sick children because their need for mom escalates. So the house is left undone and meals are simple or take out. We become confined to the house to keep our germs to ourselves and rest to get well. It's certainly my least favorite thing about the fall and winter seasons.
But, to be the one my children reach their hands out to for a comforting touch, to be the one who rubs the back of my sick child to comfort them in a most uncomfortable state, that is a privilege.
She held her firstborn baby on her hip and looked down at my oversized belly. When I told her I was expecting our fourth baby she couldn't believe it. "Wow, so you got this whole mom thing down!…Right?" I could feel my belly tighten with a Braxton Hicks as I began to laugh and try not to wet myself. I might have scared her a little with my response. "No, the more children I have, the more I realize how much I don't have this mom thing down." She laughed nervously and changed the subject. I went to the bathroom.
Usually I only look at the pictures, but this time I’m reading the whole June 2015 National Geographic article about the little girls, in the Kathmandu Valley of Nepal, who are chosen to be worshiped as goddesses.
A six-year-old girl is asked what she’ll do if she’s chosen to be a kumari, or living goddess.
