Why I have an eye twitch and other things I’ve learned

 

Life always manages to surprise me a little.  I had sort of written off this little blog and now suddenly I find myself with posts running through my head.  When that happens I always find that those posts will take over my thoughts…unless I write them down. 

As I said in my last post I was on a new journey…the one to discover the real me.  I wanted to share with you what I’ve discovered so far. 

• I love to write.  However I’m most comfortable when I have an editor- because while I love to write, it was not my college major. That’s why I’ve spent so much time focusing on writing for this magazine instead of for this blog.  My editor always catches my written gaffs.
• I also love to organize and I love to live in an organized space.  However I am not willing to identify myself as one who is always organized because I’m not. Plus being a person who is always organized doesn’t sound very fun.    I’d rather my dining room chairs be used as forts than insisting that they be sitting empty at the table. 
• I have time management issues.  If I write down (IN PEN) all the things I need to get done in a day I am more likely to do them.  Otherwise I may spend my entire day on pinterest or playing Angry Birds.  Neither one of those things is very productive. 
• I still haven’t determined if I’m an introvert or an extrovert.  I love to meet new people, but big groups scare me to death.  
• I have a better daily attitude when I start the day with God.  Otherwise I have a tendency towards negativity and pessimism.  Two traits I’m not very fond of.
• I’m a fair weather athlete.  I love to train for races in the spring and the summer.  As soon as the leaves start to fall I’d prefer to stay up late and sleep in a little longer. 
• I am a stubborn person.  Despite my preference to sleep longer when it’s cold I make myself get up three or four days a week to train.  Unfortunately that means I get less sleep.  
• I get an eye twitch when I don’t get enough sleep. 

Well that’s all for now.  I have a new friend to introduce to you soon…so stay tuned!

New Journeys

 

Before I begin I have to say that I have not completely given up on the idea of interviewing real authentic mothers.  That has simply been put on hold for a few months.  I felt the need to slow down, pull back and say no to more things than I said yes to.  I hope to get back to the regularly scheduled programming soon…but for now…well, you’ll see... 

 

Every now and again a book shapes my life significantly.  Actually it usually turns out that it is a series of books, each book with unique topic but always reinforcing some singular message.

Three years ago I was frazzled, frustrated and downright exhausted.  I was looking for answers.  Thoughts on how other moms managed to live their lives without yelling at their kids too much, forgetting to put the milk away on a regular basis and, most importantly, without waiting with excitement for bedtime.  

Shortly before Mothers Day I picked up a book.  A book about mothering…and though filled with a number of great ideas on things to do, that book spoke one important message to me.  Read your Bible every day.  Hmmm…

After finishing that book I checked out another.  It had been recommended by a friend.  Another compilation of fantastic ideas, thoughts on beauty but with the same important message.  Read you Bible every day. 

Would you believe the third book I checked out that summer had the exact same message? 

That summer I began a journey.  One I have never regretted.  That journey led me very unexpectedly to becoming the Women’s Retreat coordinator for my church.  It was a job I felt unqualified and unprepared for.  However I knew without a doubt that God had called me to that position.  And so I made myself available.  God can do amazing things when our only qualification is availability. 

But as often happens my life became too hectic, too cluttered and much too chaotic.  And so I started my slow journey back to quieting things down.  For some reason that journey always begins with a book.

This summer I have read some fantastic books.  They covered an array of topics from girls with tattoos to answers to skeptics questions on God.  However I am sensing one message in my reading; 

Slow down, and just be who God created me to be. 

How does one do that?  How do I slow down when I have three children, two of whom are in elementary school?  How do I slow down when I have commitments outside of being a mom?  How do I slow down when my whole being feels programmed to GO GO GO?

Last week I spent two days without kids, without responsibilities and without appointments.  I was in a strange city, staying in a strange room.  My husband was there but working.  So I had all day every day to do what I wanted, when I wanted.  It was easy to remember what I loved in those moments.  I read, I walked a lot, I exercised.  I ate yummy food-at a place that I got to choose.  I caught a glimpse of who I am, outside of being a mother. 

But then I came home.  I was met with laundry, dishes, a cluttered home and a party to organize.  The responsibilities of being a wife, a mother, a friend and all of the other roles I play met me full force.  So how do I remain true to myself-the one who is a mother, but not only a mother-how do I accomplish that?

I have, in the past, found an identity in my job, in being a scrap booker, in being crafty, in being an athlete, and now in being a mother.  But none of those titles truly defines me.  Not really.  So who am I?

Timothy Keller, in his book The Reason for God, defines sin as “the despairing refusal to find your deepest identity in your relationship and service to God.  Sin is seeking to become oneself, to get an identity, apart from him. 

Sin isn’t breaking the “divine rules” says Keller.  It’s the making of good things into ultimate things.  I do that ALL.THE.TIME.  I do that when I identify myself solely by what I do.  Yes I am a triathlete, but that is not all that I am.  If my identity is wrapped up in being a fast runner I am setting myself up for failure.  There will always be someone faster than I am.  Trust me it’s not that difficult.  If I base my identity on having a clean home, I am once again setting myself up for failure.  Because there will be a time when my home is not perfect (once again it’s not that difficult to imagine) and someone will stop in and see my disaster and I will be a failure. 

So who am I?  What makes me uniquely me?  And once I figure that out, how do I remain true to that person AND still meet the needs of all my other roles?

A new journey…one that I am sure I won’t regret.

Some Perspective

 

I can’t believe I haven’t written in such a long time.  Old habits die hard I suppose.  I could provide a lot of reasons (or excuses) but I’m not a fan of excuses so we’ll just go with starting fresh. 

In the last few months my youngest child has dropped my wedding ring and diamond down the overflow drain in our bathroom sink, broken the window control button in a fairly new car and spilled more things than I care to think about.  He’s also ripped apart the pages of a book meant to be a baby gift.  While I must admit my initial reaction to all of the above wasn’t exactly calm (in the case of the wedding ring it was simply WHAT DID YOU DO? …to which he cried), somehow in the midst of the crisis I was able to gain some perspective. 

Thankfully the perspective came before any yelling or crying or punishments. 

The little stinker is just like me. 

When I was younger (I have no recollection of exact age but I do know I was younger than 8) I pulled the front of the television set apart.  I wanted to see what was inside.  I thought there were little people in there.  I wanted to see them.  Maybe meet them, make friends with them.  Any way you look at it, I left that television set useless.  We didn’t get a new one for years.  I am sure that my older brothers still curse me for the years we went without television. 

But I was curious, and so I explored that curiosity.   My little guy is doing the exact same thing.  He put the ring in the circular hole at the back of the sink because he wanted to see if it fit.  Pulled the window control button off because he wanted to see if he could put the window down when the car was off.  Ripped a brand new book apart because he wanted to see how the hippopotamus head moved.  I have no good explanation for the spills so perhaps we need to learn a few boundaries there. 

Anyway, the bottom line is that if I don’t help him explore his curiosity I’ll squash it.  I would rather have 100 ripped books than damage his inquisitive nature.  

I am so very thankful that in the midst of the chaos of 3 year old mayhem I heard the still small voice reminding me of my past mistakes.  I was able to gain a little perspective. 

So I’ll foster that inquisitive mind.  Maybe help him take a few things apart-teach the little guy how things work.  Maybe one day he’ll use that inquisitive brain for big things.  Things I can’t even imagine.  Who knows.  But if the choice is between helping him or hindering him…this mother is going to help. 

Oh…and I’ll put my rings up where he can’t reach them…just in case

Responsibility

You remember when I posted about my friend Elaine?  No…oh right…it’s been a long time since I posted that.  It’s also been a long time since I’ve done a post of any kind. 

Well in true Authentic Mom fashion, life got out of balance.  I have been a little preoccupied with a Women’s Retreat of late-as in planning a retreat for 60 women.  The location was gorgeous, set on a mountain ranch- surrounded by evergreens and snow.   It was a fabulous retreat on relationships and it was a wonderful weekend away.  Now that I’m home and less preoccupied I have every intention of interviewing more fabulous moms and writing more posts. 

In the mean time I wanted to share a few tools I’ve come across, and it all circles back to my post about Elaine.  In that post Elaine’s advice was to allow my kids to feel consequences earlier in life and to give them more responsibility.  The issue is: How do I know what they’re ready for? 

Thanks to the wonderful world of the interweb I’ve found a few lists and I’m going to share them with you. 

http://somecallthemsticks.typepad.com/TEACH%20ME%20TO%20pdf.pdf

This first list if VERY comprehensive.  If you’re looking for something less overwhelming to start, you may want to try this list from Positive Parenting Solutions. 

Jobs for Kids

So while I’m no longer preoccupied with women’s retreats I am going to be busy for the next few weeks.  I’ll be training my little cherubs how to do their assigned tasks.  It may be more work now, but I have a feeling in the long run I’ll be glad I did it!

Karen

My friend Karen is the tall six foot blonde woman that most women would love to hate… if they didn’t know her. But to know Karen is to love her. She’s fun and full of energy and hilarious! You simply cannot help but love her.

I met Karen when I was in college. We were both spending a semester in Chicago. She was one of my four roommates in a two bedroom apartment near downtown. We had a blast. The first photo in this post was taken during one of Karen’s renditions of the many musicals she loved. While she has matured somewhat since then I hope she is passing on her love for musicals to her children.

We don’t live remotely close to one another any more but Karen is someone I want to stay in touch with. She is the mother to three young children. Her oldest is five, her youngest is three months. She is real and easily shared both her joys and her pitfalls in parenting. During our short conversation I got so busy chatting and catching up that sometimes I forgot that we were doing an interview…and Karen made me laugh harder than I’ve laughed in a while, mostly because I could so easily relate to her challenges.

In all of my conversations with mothers I’ve asked them what the biggest challenge of parenting has been. When I asked Karen this question she was honest and hilarious all at the same time.

“Potty training was the hardest time so far. I turned into a monster. If I never have to relive those days in my life I will be so glad. But it was all me! I had expectations, because my son had all girl friends. And they were all training at 2 or 2 1/2. Boys are different.

I was reading a list of the top 25 things you should not do when potty training your kid, and I think I did 24 of them. Just shy of beating my child- that was the one thing I did not do.”

I could easily relate. My children are all potty trained but I wish I had done it differently; been more patient, pushed them less. I would definitely have described myself as a monster during that period, and I hated it. I love that Karen was willing to share this with me. It was so good to laugh about it with her, to know that I was not alone.

We shared stores of how our second and third kids got a mom who was a lot more relaxed.

With my first I did everything by the book. I remember when he was three months old and he was doing something and my husband and I are screaming at each other “WELL WHAT DOES THE BOOK SAY?”

Her advice to new mom’s is “Take pieces from books and work with what works for you. With my second I took on the mentality of “what would I do if this was 1920?” if I didn’t have the internet and didn’t have all of my friends at my beck and call. I’m going to use my God given motherly instinct. If the baby is crying…FEED it. You don’t have to wait three hours because a book says wait three hours. The baby is freaking hungry-FEED THE BABY!”

Karen may be the mom of young children, but she also had some really sage advice, the kind of stuff you might hear from a seasoned veteran.

My single most important piece of advice is to get involved in a mom’s group-dealing with other women. Get yourself out of the house. Just hang out with other women.

When my oldest was between four months and nine months I got really sad. I didn’t have my identity as a working woman. I was now a stay at home mom. I didn’t have my family around. I was all alone and all of my friends were not mothers. They were all career women. For the first little bit I was in the honeymoon stage. I loved my life. At about four months in it was suddenly “what do we do now?” You can only read so many books to a four month old. I got so sad, I just wanted to move home. Right around nine months, I met a girl from church and she was starting a mom’s group. So I started with this mom’s group and my life really turned on it’s head- just having other mom’s to hang out with. Now I had a new identity.

When Karen and I talked we both shared how much we loved getting to know women whose children were older, or getting to know couples who’ve been married longer than we have. There is less competition within those ranks and more support. However after reflecting on my conversation with Karen I realized that having good relationships with women whose children are in the same stage is also incredibly important. It is with these women that we can share battle stories and compare wounds and joys. As Karen said “Motherhood should be telling war stories with each other so you can help each other get through it. How else would you?”

My Secret

I’ve been meaning to spill about this secret since my post about Joanna.  I talked about it in the beginning of that post…you know the one that ate me up from the inside?  But this was not an easy post to write.  I find the topic terrifying.  I also didn’t want to take this post lightly…and so it has taken me a very long time to write. But here goes--my secret:

The only thing worse than something bad happening to you as a child is not talking about what happened to you as a child.  That’s my belief anyway. 

From the age of about three until eight I was molested by my best friends father.  I didn’t tell my parents, or anyone else for that matter. I didn’t tell anyone.  I don’t know why I didn’t tell anyone.  I just didn’t.  

I was determined that I would die with my secret.  I lay in bed at night planning how I would keep the secret.  I thought that perhaps I might need to leave a note, to be read after I died, explaining why I would never talk about my childhood.  The final reveal would come after I had grown old and died.  I suppose I was a planner…even back then :)

By the time I was 13 I was ready for the world to stop so I could get off.  I wasn’t ready to do anything to make it stop, I just wished that it would. 

I was 15 when I realized that if I continued on my current path I would end up in trouble.  

When I was 16 I was ready to talk, I just didn’t know how to start.  I wished that someone would notice that something was wrong with me and ask.  No one ever did. 

My friend Joanna said that the only reason we stop living the lie is when living with the lie is worse than stopping it.  At 17 I wanted to stop living the lie.

So I started to talk and I’ve never looked back. 

There’s something about shining a light in a dark place that makes what is there a whole lot less scary or powerful.  Every time I told someone what happened to me I grew stronger.   That is what truth can do.  Sometimes the thought of being truthful is scary and terrifying, but when we shine a light into those dark corners…whatever is in there suddenly loses it’s power.  

I don’t define myself by what happened to me, because it no longer controls me.  It is a piece of my history, along with many other things.  My secret has shaped me.   It has shaped me as a person and as a parent.  But it doesn’t control me.  I don’t think about it at night.  I don’t even think about it every day.  I can go weeks, even months without ever considering what happened to me as a child.  That is only possible because I stopped fearing it and started talking about it.  I exposed the wound, and by doing so I allowed it to heal.  

I cannot take credit for getting to this place.  I have no explanation for why I was not truly suicidal, or why I didn’t develop an eating disorder or become an alcoholic, or so many other things that are often associated with victims of child abuse.  I do know that somewhere, during those dark nights, I felt that God loved me.  I knew that He had a plan.  That plan involved me staying here, and growing up.  And so I have.  And somewhere along the way He healed my broken heart.  He made me feel loved and beloved and He has given me so much more than I ever imagined possible. 

And that truth isn’t scary at all.   

Holly

Holly is one of my village people. Not THE Village People, just my village people. We have been a part of one another's lives for years. She has encouraged me when I was a new wife, a new mom and once again as the mother of elementary and preschoolers. She has loved on my kids and encouraged them too. That’s what I mean by village people. We are interwoven in one another’s lives. As I think it is meant to be.

Holly is funny and is forever making me laugh. She is genuine and fun and, while she would never believe it, a great mentor for me as a mom. I say that she would never believe it because Holly is beyond humble.

She has two children, one in college, the other in high school. She is married and considers her spouse a great parenting partner. “We are definitely a team, my husband and I. We balance each other out.”

Holly was such an encouragement when my kids were babies. She always knew the right thing to say. Now I know that it was because the hardest time for her as a parent was when her kids were infants.

It was a really big switch for me. Going from a corporate setting, working with mostly men, getting tons of accolades . To drop out of that and suddenly I’m making lunch for my husband and I was like “Did you LOVE your lunch?, wanting know every day “How was the sandwich?” That adjustment was really hard.

When you get your identity from what you do, instead of who you are. That makes it hard. I didn’t really learn or understand about being God’s beloved until later. That was part of why the infant stage was so hard.

Her advice to new mom’s is “Be near your parents…someone who could come over” I really wish you could hear her, because that statement was both funny and so true.

It was a concept I had difficulty with when my children were little…letting them go. I thought that somehow if I let someone else care for them SOMETHING would go wrong. I don’t know what, but something.

It has been good for me to build my group of villagers. People whom I trust, who both encourage me and who can take over for me once in a while. I’m so glad to know that Holly is a part of it. Partly because of her wisdom and partly because she makes me laugh.

It’s also very possible that the reason I identify so readily with Holly is that we’re both closet micromanagers. “My biggest challenge is to not micromanage my kids, to give them space to do what they can do by themselves.”

I struggle with this too, although Holly’s struggles are more about big life choices than mine. One of my biggest struggles is whether or not to put the tooth paste on my kids toothbrush. Giving them that responsibility means that I wipe toothpaste off the sink, counter, door and downstairs carpet (wait, how did that get there?) later on. It’s a daily struggle for me.

Which is why it’s so encouraging for me to know that despite her micromanaging challenges Holly has a great relationship with her kids.

They can tell me anything. I’m really approachable and compassionate. I always have advice but they can really tell me anything…As far as I know! At least I think they do.

It’s good to be a part of her village too. To watch her kids grow up, and to laugh about our challenges together.

Joanna

 

Have you ever had a secret that you didn’t want to tell?  One that you thought you would go to the grave with?  I did.  I swore to myself that it would never get out.  And that secret ate me up from in the inside.  Until one day I let it go…little by little.  It’s not a secret anymore and that has made a huge difference in my life.  I’m not going to tell you that secret today (how’s that for drama?), because today’s post isn’t about me. That post is for another day.  I will tell you that when today’s authentic mother offered up the advice to always seek truth, I knew she was for real. 

I have known Joanna for approximately 19 days.  You may scoff and wonder how it is that she inspires me after having known her for 19 days.  You don’t know Joanna yet. 

Just over two weeks ago I stumbled upon Joanna’s blog Single Mom Cooks.  For starters, single mothers always inspire me.   I could not do what they do.  They are super women, but without capes. 

Intrigued by her cooking blog I clicked through to her personal blog Broken and Free. I was blown away by her honesty and her faith.  She is honest and real and true to what is going on in her life right now.  She listed the novel Prayer for Owen Meany as one of her favorite books and has even done a post about lists….her fate was sealed!  Feeling incredibly brave, I sent her an email and she responded.

Joanna is a mother of four children, ages 11 through 20.  She is a single mom, having recently divorced after 20 years of marriage. She describes her marriage as troubled, and getting out of it was no picnic either.  “The financial and personal devastation was enormous but I would still do it again” she said.  Joanna has been through a lot in the last three years and she has so much wisdom from it.   Wisdom she was willing to share.

Our very first telephone conversation centered around authenticity and choosing the difficult path.  When I asked her what advice she would give to women in difficult life situations she provided sage counsel.

My advice is to seek truth.  To ask yourself the hard questions.  “Is my public life the same as my private life?”  I had a lot of anxiety because that wasn’t the case.  I was miserable.

As I said before I had lived out this truth.  I was right there with Joanna.  But what she offered along side it really made me think…made me realize that being real isn’t just about me.  It’s about those around me too.

Authenticity is a such big theme for me because that was the root of the issue in our home.  The front that was presented was not what really played out at home. There was an undercurrent of in-authenticity.  Something didn’t add up and the kids picked up on that.

You mean being real isn’t just about me, it’s also about my kids?!  Kids are so smart.  They see what’s happening.  They can sense a fake a mile away.  I can be going about my day, thinking I’m managing just fine, and my daughter will point out that I must be tired.  “What?” I say, “What makes you think that?”.  She simply observes that my demeanor isn’t the same, that I sigh a lot more.  My daughter is SEVEN.  And she knows.  I have to be real about who I am…if even just for her.

Joanna has found that the rewards of seeking truth, and living authentically far outweigh the risks. 

I have always been a people person, pretty extraverted.  In the last three years I have let my guard down, I have been more truthful than ever.  I have risked people not liking me, or not understanding me.  I have risked the blank stares when someone doesn’t get what I’m talking about.  But I have felt more connected to people and more valued by people than I ever have in my entire life. 

When we’re truthful, people are drawn to it. Not everybody is ready to hear it, but my relationships have been so much richer since I’ve chosen to be a more authentic person. You’re going to block yourself out from people, you’re going to miss out on relationships when you chose to believe the lie, because it’s a barrier. 

I want all of that.  The richer relationships, the connectedness, feeling valued.  How can I choose anything other than authenticity?

Thanks Joanna!

Why is Motherhood a Competition?

 

In an effort to be authentic and real, I’ve recognized that this blog can’t always be about the wonderful other women out there.  The only way for me to be real and present is to share what is going on in my head…maybe just not as much as I was before. 

A few weeks ago my DH had me read an article by Amy Chua.  I’m sure you’ve all heard about it…Why Chinese Mothers are Superior.  My reaction was visceral.  I argued in my head with that woman for days.  I’ve been coming up with retorts for weeks.  But as I ponder my reaction two things come to light.  The first is that Chua and I hold very differing views of parental success. 

Truthfully I want my kids to grow up confident, and happy and I want them to know God the same way that I do, if not better.  If that means that my son is not the top of his class in math, then so be it.  If it means that my daughter doesn’t become the best doctor or lawyer or CEO some day, I’m okay with that.  I have met too many over achievers who are miserable.  I don’t want that for my kids.

In a world where someone will cut me off in traffic so they can get to work five seconds faster, do I really want to teach my kids that first is the only option?  And what if their best doesn’t make them first?  What if my daughter is in the same class as the next Mark Zuckerberg?  Should I consider her any less of a success? 

I would rather teach my children to pursue greatness, but to look around once in a while.  To enjoy their friends and family.  To do something that they LOVE rather than force feeding school success to them every day.  I will teach my children to be independent, to be part of a society (starting with the family society) and to do their part.  I will teach them that it isn’t all about them.  That sometimes it’s about someone else and celebrating that person.  That it’s okay to be happy when someone else has success.    

I could go on, but honestly it’s not even about having different goals that’s the big issue.  It’s the title of the article and the comparison it makes.  That one type of parent is better than another.  

As a teen I spent a lot of time listening to the Canadian group Moxy Fruvous.  Most of their songs are silly; about Green Eggs and Ham or the King of Spain.  However they do have a more serious song that has a line that I love. 

What makes a person, so poisonous, righteous, that they think less of anyone that just disagrees?

Why must motherhood be about competition?  Why do we tear one another down so easily?  If I’m so caught up in being a better mother than the mom down the street what does that teach my children? 

I don’t think I’m a bad parent, but I don’t think Amy Chua is either. 

She is obviously close to her daughters.  She snuggles in bed with her youngest and they can joke, after Chua pushed her daughter to perfect a piano piece.  Chua invests in her daughters and holds them up to high standards.  She is holding the bar high, and they are reaching it.  I don’t think that’s a bad thing.  In fact there is a lesson in that for me . So often I don’t want my children to ruin something or struggle with something, and so I don’t let them try.  Chua’s parenting style requires that she have a lot of confidence in her daughters ability.  I need to show that confidence in my children.  

The last few weeks have left me feeling more positive about my fellow mothers, Amy Chua included.  Interviewing other, more experienced mothers has helped me realize that I will never be the best mom, but that I can do my best with what I’ve been given.  I’m looking for the good in others, instead of considering them potential competitors.  I’ve connected with other mothers and we’ve shared a bond. 

That is what authentic motherhood is about. 

Nikki

Did you know that the odds of being struck by lightning in our lifetime are 1 in 6250?  That means that my next Authentic Mother is at least one in six thousand two hundred and fifty…but I think that number should be higher.

But before I tell you her story I need have to tell you that this post has been a challenge to write.  It’s not because I don’t think Nikki is amazing and it’s not because there’s isn’t enough about her to write.  In fact the opposite is true.  It has been difficult because I want to tell you her story appropriately. 

So I’m going to start with the lesson first.  Nikki inspires me because she refuses to let life roll over her and make her a victim.  You need to know that before you read her story. Some of you might feel sorry for her after hearing what she has been through…but you shouldn’t.  My hope is that she inspires you the way she inspires me.

Nikki is strong, and funny and such a great listener, which is good because she’s a professional counselor.   She has an undergraduate from University of Colorado, and a masters from Denver Seminary. She has been married for nine, going on ten years and she’s also the mother of an adorable-almost five year old- boy. 

To say that Nikki has been through a lot in her lifetime would be an understatement.  Nikki has been struck by lightning, went through two years of constant pain, and a period of depression and anxiety.  Finally, and most recently, she and her husband went through the adoption process, were chosen by a birth mother and awaiting their little girls delivery, only to have her disappear into the foster care system, hands tied to do anything to stop it. 

If you met Nikki you would never guess any of those things.  Nikki is joyful and full of laughter and hope and- most importantly- she’s real about life.

I got struck by lightning and I’m different now.  I don’t know who I would have been, but I’m not her anymore because I have this trauma that happened.  It happened in a moment that changed my life.Honestly, if I could go back and change it, would I make sure it never happened?  Absolutely! Could I say I’m better?  I don’t know.  I think God redeems it and is redeeming it.  It makes me who I am and it makes me a good therapist and a good listener and I’m tuned into other people’s trauma and I can see pain quickly.  There’s a lot of good in that, but I wouldn’t say it’s made me a better person.

Do you see what I mean?  No pity party…but she doesn’t make it all out to be okay.  She is real and honest.  I admire that. 

She has allowed herself to be who God created her to be, even when it didn’t fit the mold of what she was expecting.  When we talked about what it was like for her after her son was born, she talked about a period of depression and anxiety.

I was feeling like a really bad mom because I didn’t like being home.  “I’m not good enough, I’m terrible at this! My God what has happened to ME?  Is this what motherhood is about?”  All the while the guilt part because I have this gorgeous little boy that I love so dearly!  I didn’t quite know how to accept that those things can happen together and that’s okay.  That you can love your child and not love staying home with them.   I felt God saying, Nikki you can still be who you are, as a mom.  Come with me, let me show you what you can do.

That’s it…the second lesson.  We don’t have to fit someone else’s mold of who they think we should be…we just have to be ourselves.  God created us all unique, and he wants us to be just who we are; real honest people.  We’re more inspiring that way.

Who are You Listening To?

If you make a comment on Facebook and nobody “likes” it, is the comment still valid?

Bear with me…today’s post isn’t about another authentic mother. It’s about this mother…and some thoughts I’ve had.

Yesterday was vacuuming day. I think when I vacuum, and so yesterday I did a lot of thinking. And I began to wonder why it was that I so quickly became bored to death of me. Yes, part of the reason is that I really don’t like writing self reflecting essays. It’s really not my style. To write those kind of posts one must be much wordier, and use better analogies. I am a straight forward kind of person, and therefore a straight forward kind of writer. But that is only part of the reason. The second piece is much more concerning to me.

You see…when I was writing those self reflecting essay little voices kept whispering

“Who do you think you are? Why would anyone care what you have to say? You aren’t a real writer”

I hate those voices. They are the same voices that make me question what I post on Facebook, why I post on Facebook and why other people are posting what they’re posting on Facebook. It doesn’t always happen…but they show up every now and then. Sometimes I’m better at ignoring them.

Truthfully they reveal a deeper issue which is simply; that I don’t think that what I have to offer is good enough. And so I look for affirmation for what I think, what I do, what I look like. The real trouble comes when I look for that affirmation on Facebook.

One of my favorite children’s books is “You Are Special” by Max Lucado. My children know it’s my favorite and so sometimes they will choose to read it just to humor me. It’s the story of a group of wooden people, called Wemmicks. The wooden people walk around all day, every day, giving one another stars or dots. They give a star if a Wemmick is pretty or talented. They give a dot if the Wemmick is ugly or foolish. In the course of the story the main character, Punchinello, learns that it is possible to prevent the stickers (both stars and dots) from sticking. He learns that they only stick if he lets them. And the best way to prevent the stickers from sticking is to visit Eli, the wood maker every day.

I imagine that Facebook is much the same. All day, every day, people post comments, in hopes of being rewarded with stars (likes or funny comments) or dots (nasty comments or worse yet <crickets>). Facebook isn’t my problem. It’s because I’m letting the stickers stick that Facebook is a problem.

A few years ago, shortly after I’d finished nursing my third child, I decided it was time to figure out what bra size I was. Now if you’ve had children you recognize what nursing three sweet babies will do to bra size.

What you need to know, is that at this point in my life I was very happy with where I was physically. I was preparing for my very first triathlon ever and so I was in pretty good shape. I knew that I was not overly endowed but I was happy with my overall physical appearance.

So…I go to “the source” to get my measurements. The source being the INTERNET for information. More specifically…Victoria’s Secret webpage. I follow the step by step instructions on how to measure oneself for cup size. Not being completely daft, I quickly ascertained that I need to re-measure myself as the numbers did not seem to be adding up. The numbers come out the same both times. Both times I calculated a negative number.

Now, if this is the first time heard about cup size, let me tell you…a negative number ISN’T a cup size. So not only was I not even an A, I might well be concave!

You can imagine what this did to my self esteem. The thing is, nothing had changed in the hour it took me to follow all of those instructions and calculate my negative cup size. I was still the same size, in the same physical shape…I looked EXACTLY the same. But I was allowing myself to get the grey dot.

Thankfully I have a sweet DH. He informed me that he still thought I was sexy (good man!) and judiciously suggested I be measured by a professional. Sweet, sweet man. Turns out I’m not concave after all.

Yesterday morning I sat with God. I cozied up and read from my devotional. And then I grabbed my journal, wrote down the date and began to scribble. I had a nice conversation with God…it was the beginning of my thought process of not being good enough. You see the scripture I read yesterday was Ephesians 3:7-12. I’ll highlight the portion that struck a cord…

⁷ I became a servant of this gospel by the gift of God’s grace given me through the working of his power. ⁸ Although I am less than the least of all the Lord’s people, this grace was given me: to preach to the Gentiles the boundless riches of Christ, ⁹ and to make plain to everyone the administration of this mystery, which for ages past was kept hidden in God, who created all things. ¹⁰ His intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms, ¹¹ according to his eternal purpose that he accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord. ¹² In him and through faith in him we may approach God with freedom and confidence.

When I sat down with that same devotional today I realized that yesterday I had read the wrong date. Accident…most assuredly. But I believe that the Holy Spirit was pointing me to a dark corner of my mind that I have yet to clean out. The corner that allows those thoughts to take hold…and paralyze me from being who He created me to be. I am allowing the stickers to stick.

My point…in all of this rambling, is that I need to stop listening to those ugly voices in my head, or miscalculated labels from the internet. I know, without question, that God has me exactly where he wants me in this life. The more time I spend listening to what He has to say, to how He sees me…well the less those stickers stick. Dots or stars.

Elaine

Are you a helicopter parent? I never figured myself for one…but it turns out I just may be.

My middle child has one of the most amazing preschool teachers ever. Elaine is the kind of teacher you want caring for your preschooler when you aren’t there. She loves on the kids in the classroom as if they were her own. She’s nurturing, loving and encouraging. Her classroom is a chaotic learning atmosphere: the kids are having so much fun in there they have no idea they’re learning. But they are!

She knows a thing or two about educating kids. She has an undergraduate degree in Early childhood development, a masters degree in Early Childhood Education and she is a certified Love and Logic Instructor.

I feel as though we’re kindred spirits, Elaine and I. She has caught me once or twice, handing my oldest child homework, forgotten at home. She smiles and nods. Understanding completely. So when our conversation about parenting hit the topic of consequences I was a little surprised to hear Elaine tell me that she wished she had let her kids experience consequences and responsibilities sooner. Wait, WHAT?!

I was the “go to” Mom and I loved it but it wasn’t good for them and it wasn’t good for me.

She’s speaking from experience. Elaine has four grown children of her own. Her oldest is 33, youngest is 23. One of them is an alcoholic. At the age of 15 he started drinking, and Elaine didn’t recognize that it was a problem. She and her husband continued parenting him until he was much older than 18. It has only been in the last few years that she has had to learn to let him go, make his own decisions and deal with the consequences.

If my name is not on the problem I don’t own it anymore. I think as moms the sooner we learn it the better. Let our kids go ahead and experience some consequences. Take more responsibility for mistakes. It’s not a punishment…but “oh oh, what are you going to do about that?”

So…I may be a helicopter parent. I never would have guessed it. But the fact is, I don’t like to see my kids in pain. Allowing them to feel natural consequences is unnatural to me. My husband tells me I coddle our kids, he might be right.

Part of good parenting is helping my kids figure out how to be independent. If I make sure they never suffer a consequence, if I run around all morning reminding them of all the things they need to remember, if I show up at school with a forgotten library book…well you get the picture. I’ve done them all and I’m not helping them by doing it.

So I’m sitting here, typing on my laptop with a dishwasher full of clean dishes. It’s just waiting for my daughter to get home so she and her brothers can empty it together....I'm thinking more responsibility is a good thing. I think tonight they’ll clean their rooms and the toy room and maybe the basement…hmmm…now that might be crossing the line :) Baby steps…

One last piece of advice from the worlds greatest preschool teacher…

It’s all about the girlfriends! Fostering those relationships with other women who are in the same position, that is huge!

So who’s up for some wine?

Adie

Should I be offended that my friend told me to get a life?  She meant it in the most sincere and caring way…so I think I’ll let it pass.  It was just part of a long list of great mothering advice from someone who has been a mother longer than I have.

Adie (pronounced 80) and I sometimes joke that we’re clones.  We both have auburn hair (although if we’re being really authentic here, mine can only be called auburn with a little help from L’Oreal).  We share similar tastes in music, an unusually high fondness for excel spreadsheets and a love of lists and planning.  Plus we both have a passion for discovering who God is and sharing that with others. 

For some reason, she and I are always planning or working on something together.  GEMS (like Girl Scouts, but way different), Bible studies, Food groups, Women’s retreats…there’s always something. 

She has three children and so do I.  Her oldest is about to become a doctor…hmmm… that may be where our similarities end.  My oldest does well in school, but first grade is a long cry from med school.  Plus Sydney runs in the opposite direction of anyone with blood.  I don’t think the medical profession is in her future.

ANYWAY…When evaluating who should start the list of Authentic Mothers, Adie seemed like the obvious choice.  I have long admired her honesty, her inner strength and her relationship with God.  She is authentic in the true sense.  She is real, approachable and incredibly humble.  Plus she agreed to be interviewed, which always helps!

Adie graduated from University of Maryland as a Parks and Rec. major.  She has been married for almost 29 years.  She married at 22 and had her first child at 24.  She has three fantastic kids, all of whom are totally unique.  She’s an amazing gardener, bread maker AND pie maker…and well, the list could go on.  But if all that I told you were good things about Adie, this wouldn’t be about Authentic Motherhood.  Since that’s what this is all about I have to tell you more. 

One of the best stories that Adie shared with me was the day she quit her job as a mother.  Her oldest son was about five and, at the time, she was also caring for her nephew during the day.  One day in particular she became fed up. So she told her five year old that she quit.  He apparently took her very seriously because he and his cousin packed up and began to head for his aunts house.  He knew that someone should be in charge. Mom quit and so he was off to find someone he trusted to be in charge.  

I love this story for a number of reasons. 

• I love that Adie shared it with me; it shows that she’s not trying to project perfection. Too many mothers would keep that gem of a story hidden under wraps in order to keep the “perfect mom” illusion alive. 
• I love the story because it shows that all moms get frustrated.  Even Moms that I admire.  So now when I become frustrated I know that I’m not alone. 
• And finally; the child who heard the words “I quit” from his mother?  He’s now the one moving on to become a medical doctor.  He’s married and still has a great relationship with his mom.  So even when I do make a mistake (which I often do)…chances are I’m not going to royally screw up my kids.  .

Actually, when Adie and I were talking about this blog, that was the one piece of advice that she had for mothers.  “Relax.  Kids are much more resilient than we think they are.  When we’re new at it and they’re young…we think we have to get everything just right and we never do.  They learn from all of that, it’s just part of their story.  You don’t even need to try to be supermom.” 

I could go on for pages about Adie’s insight into parenting and children, but this post would get a little long.  Instead I’ll go back to the original insight from Adie that I find incredibly important for mothers.  We all need to “get a life!”  She doesn’t say it in a mean or hurtful way.  It’s more an obvious observation that we can’t focus all of our time and energy on our kids. Adie says it best “If I don’t know and foster who I am, then I’m just going to invest in my children and that’s not healthy for anybody.  Find a way to have a life that your kids are a part of, but that your life is not your kids”

Bored to death of me

The other day I read a quote from Erma Bombeck that hit its mark (score one for my new years resolution!)

During the last year, I have dissected my marriage, examined my motives for buying, interpreted my fantasies, come to grips with midlife, found inner peace, outer flab, charted my astrological stars, become my best and only friend. I have brought order to my life, meditated, given up guilt, adjusted to the new morality and spent every living hour understanding me, interpreting me and loving me. And…you know what? I am bored to death of me.

I may not have spent a year doing this, but I am already bored to death of me. I hate writing self reflecting essays, which is unfortunate, because that is most of what a blog is.

There are some incredibly talented writers out there, for whom blogging is therapy. They can wax poetic about the events of their day and their words are powerful. I am not one of them.

I have found that the more I write about what I think, the more inward focused I become. It’s a downward spiral and it’s depressing. And so I’ve decided that I’m not going to do that anymore.

But I’m not going to quit blogging either. I am going to change things up a bit.

I have been privileged to know and spend time with a great many authentic moms. They have inspired me and encouraged me and I think there is room in this world for more of that.

These mothers, the ones that inspire,come from all different backgrounds and places. I would by no means say that they are from different generations, because that would be insulting. :) Instead I will say that they are at different life stages. I have come to know young moms, moms of tweens, and teens and mothers who are empty nesters. I also know moms who are in the same stage that I am, and they too inspire me.

And so I would like to share them with you. I would like to share their stories; what makes them inspiring, and what makes them authentic. They are not famous, or well known. They are moms, just like you and I. Imperfect but doing their best.

So if you know of a mom who inspires you, would you share her name with me? I’d love to get to know her and tell her story too. Email me and tell me what it is that inspires you. What would you love to know about her? Of course, I’ll also need her contact information.

The coolest part of this project is: even if not one soul reads what I’ve written, I will have spent time getting to know someone better. Someone who is inspirational. And that’s enough.

Beginnings

Are you making any New Years Resolutions?  I’m terrible at resolutions.  Each year I embrace the opportunity to start fresh and begin to plan ALL the many things I hope to change.  Inevitably I plan too many. So many in fact that it quickly becomes overwhelming.  I become discouraged and I quit. 

I’ve decided to scale back this year; to take baby steps to change.  I’m going to approach resolutions the same way I approach my exercise training regimen.

I actually enjoy working out, something I could not have said ten or fifteen years ago.  Somewhere in the last decade running became a part of my routine.  Each year I would run the local 10K a little faster, which encouraged me to train more.  A few years ago a friend of mine asked me to do a triathlon and I said yes.  So the two of us started small, and we now train for longer races, and have added strength training to our plan.   

However, if you had told me ten years ago that I would be getting up at 5am to workout I would have laughed in your face. Ten years ago I simply could not do it.  I didn’t have the self control, inspiration or dedication.  I have grown up a lot since then, and thanks in part to baby steps along the way.

So this year I’m downsizing.  I’ve chosen three areas of my life where I’d like to see change…my soul, my mind and my body.  While those are big parts of me, the changes I’m making are small. 

Soul: I will take time each month to spend one-on-one time with each of my kids. 

I’m constantly fretting over the lack of quality time that I get with them, and how quickly they’re growing up.  A friend of mine over at Homemade Parenting takes her boys out one-on-one all the time.  That inspires me.

Mind: I will read for 15 minutes each day. 

It’s disgusting how little quality reading I do.  I have no problem spending 45 minutes reading updates on Facebook, but I don’t have time at the end of the day to read a book?  Wrong, wrong, wrong!  Fifteen minutes is a short time, one I know I can accomplish.  So I start small and move up; it’s better than becoming discouraged because I can’t meet a larger goal.

Body: I will sit down and eat breakfast every morning, before the kids get up.

This was the hardest resolution for me to come up with.  I’m relatively fit.  I drink plenty of water and I exercise almost daily.  So…the final frontier is my diet. I have terrible eating habits, and am constantly missing breakfast in the morning.  Whether it’s because I’m not hungry immediately after a workout or because I feel like I don’t have time.   Both of which are excuses.  Not eating breakfast isn’t an option for my kids, so it shouldn’t be an option for me.

So that’s it.  Three small things…not overly extreme life changing things.  Just three small things that will make my overall life more enjoyable and healthy.

So what are your resolutions this year?