Soft and hard seems like the best of both worlds doesn’t it? It kinda does to me-strong but sweet. Smart but funny. Nice but adventurous. Passionate but reasonable. It’s a blend of opposites. Throwing my buddy a cold drink last summer. It was a magic THROW if I do say so myself. 🙂 And yes he caught it.
I think the challenge is in the transition between the soft and hard. It’s the moments between the soft and hard. It’s the grey area, the new stuff or the things that don’t have a “title” yet. That’s where the magic happens. It’s the space in between, the transition part. Holding that space and breathing through it is the key. Not avoiding it. Not getting on amazon to ignore it. Not even hitting the gym to distract it. But literally, watching it like a wave come and go. One of my favorite authors, Eckart Tolle calls it living in the present moment.
I tell my three little kids that one of the secrets to life is learning how calm yourself down naturally and fairly quickly. With a 7 year old little boy and 5 year old identical girl twins, we get to practice this a lot. 🙂
**Life is tossing me a lot of the magic these days and I’m grabbing it by the face.
Sending love and resilience to you and your people.
Days are long. Years are short. Days are long. Years are short. Kai, getting it at the playground!Pre bedtime snuggle with my girl band!
Our days are bat shit crazy busy with kids stuff so I keep our afternoons/evenings very low key with a hard emphasis on the bedtime routine. Yes, Blaize and Pepper are 5 years old but they need their sleep. And so do I!
They are not the kind of kids that can stay up til 10pm and be “cool” the next day. I still plan my life around playing and chasing the fun with my kids during the day while honoring our “family sleep schedule.”
More music, more singing, more adventures and sleep, lots of beautiful sleep.
Happy sleeping my friends!
This. Is. Amazing. Root down to rise up. They say this all the time in hot yoga and it resonates with me in every single way. Last summer-chilling at the splash pad for a quick picture
Physically, I know that you must build yourself up from the bottom to the top through the middle to feel good.
Mentally, I know that you must put your own oxygen mask on first before serving others.
Spiritually, I know you must believe in something bigger than you to be humble and resilient in this wild world.
Mom-ally, I know I must lead by example and say what I mean and mean what I say to raise, healthy, happy well adjusted kids.
Personally, I know I am accountable to myself, for my actions, decisions and words to grow and evolve as a person.
Why are some days so hard? And why does it look so easy for everyone else on the social media?
Well, my friends it’s all about the swan.
Like my grandma Ardie used to say, SWIM and PADDLE like crazy (under the water) and SMILE with POISE and dignity on top of the water. Then REPEAT the very next day and everyday thereafter. Also, make your bed everyday. That’s important too. As a mom to 3 little humans, making my bed may be the only thing I actually finish today. So make that bed!
I write and share on this mom blog because no matter what it looks like on the Instagram or the Facebook, everyone is paddling like crazy under water just like you and me. Of course, I enjoy the pretty part on top, who doesn’t?! But, I like the real stuff and talk about the “underwater part” which makes the pretty part even bette if you ask me.
Now, roll on summer so I can work on my kiddie, splash park tan. 🙂
I have to talk about it because it’s happening all the time and really weird. And people that do instagram don’t know what I’m talking about until I show them. Why, oh why? Haha! I like the instagram, feels like how facebook was 10 years ago. Pictures without all the political bs. Surprisingly, you can write a lot under your instagram pictures. #justsayin
And when I publish my book, Instagram will be a great place to spread the love.Taking a break from the instagram weird and working out in the hotel gym. Always me in the gym and one bald pilot. Haha!
Instagram has a texting or DM component (direct message) for all my non-instagram people. However, there’s a second tier of direct messages under Direct and titled REQUESTS. These messages under REQUESTS requests are creepy. I have a revolving list of 20-30 different randoms wanting to “chat.” I don’t follow these jokers so they can’t direct message me-they can only “request” the DM. Some guys are basic with opening lines of “Hi and Hey.” Then it goes downhill from there really fast. Pictures are offered. No, I’ve never accepted one-a message or a picture.
Who knows if they are real people or robots? For all I know they’re catfishing on Instagram. I can block them especially when they get cranky and send angry direct message requests from the second tier. But really, who has time to block the freaks. Ignore them and they’ll go away is how I play it. They can delete their direct message request and a new round of freaks appears in the second tier of messaging. WTF?
Tell me, do you have a line of creepers on Instagram trying to “request” direct messages with you?
“Instagram, why you so weird?”
“Days are long, years are short.” I’ve heard this saying a lot lately and I get it. The days are long as a mom to 3 little kiddos. Our days start early and we go hard all day! The Fridays when I wear my mom hat all day and fly that night are the really long days. I’m not complaining but it takes some serious STAMINA. Not to mention the 3 hour time change (backwards) to the mix. My watch confirms why I’m so sleepy on these special mom Fridays-standing for 19 hours and walking 25,000 steps. Wow! Fresh as a daisy before boarding. Still have 9-10 hours left of socializing in me. 🙂Post flight debrief-lipstick, hat but no eye contact. I’ve got nothing left. Haha!
I’m a minimalist at heart so being a mom to three little people has it’s organizing challenges.Blaize and Pepper in all their glory. Post dinner scooter party with my toms wedges and all. Haha!
Yes, I want to save the stuff you want to save. But, we collect SO MUCH STUFF every.single.day. The daily pictures, math problems and cursive practice sheets from home alone are wild. We live in the Pearl so don’t have a garage or attic to store all the extra “stuff.” That makes it challenging to hold onto.
Years ago, a friend told me about “clipping” people. And how important it was to get rid of the blood suckers. You know, the takers. The ones that constantly take and forget to give back. These days, I’m clipping the stuff.
As, I did my quarterly closet clean out for Blaize and Pepper, I found bags of stuff to donate. Of course they still have the rotating single socks (at least 40 single socks without matchers) and the clothes. Single socks happen in every house but are rampant in two parent homes.
But a highlight for me during the closet clean out is getting a clothing item out of the rotation! It’s either too small, too stained or too tired. That feels good. Maybe next time, I’ll throw those 40 single socks away and start fresh?
I hope this post tickled your clipping urge. Less is more if you ask me.