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{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

And Then There Were Four

Having my first kid was love at first sight.  I was in awe of that tiny little bundle.  Those ten little fingers and ten little toes made me weak in the knees.  I spent hours just staring at him, marveling at the wonder of life.  He and I, we meshed.  He moved into crawling and walking and still it felt as if this new heart of mine, this mommy heart, beat solely to the rhythm of his.

Then along came baby #2.  Less than 2 years after the arrival of #1.  And it was fun.  Now I got to introduce my first to all the amazing things that make babies so lovable.  I still had energy and patience and somehow I survived just fine on little sleep.  I adored both boys.  I marveled at every new thing they did.  I soaked up all the “Mommy watch this” and the “Mommy hold me.”  I loved being needed.  Tears and meltdowns felt like par for the course where I was able to soothe and restore.  I had this whole Mommy thing down pat.  Life was more chaotic than with just one, but I was good at it.  And I loved it.

Less than 2 years later, #3 arrived.  2 years after that, #4.  And suddenly I was knee deep in crowd control.  Being a Mommy didn’t feel nearly so fun and while I still was in love with each of my babies, there wasn’t a whole lot of time to reflect on the wonders and marvels of little life.  I hardly had time to stare at one before another needed my attention.  I was over here treading deep water just trying my best not to sink.  The first couple of years of #4’s life?  A complete blur.  When did she start walking?  What was her favorite bedtime story?  I’m ashamed to not know.  I’m sure I wrote it down somewhere but the moments aren’t carved into the essence of my heart the way they were with the first one.

Realizing I can’t remember some of those moments because I was moving through life in a daze?  That’s a sobering thought.

I don’t tend to hang myself with guilt or beat myself up with regret.  But I do tend to let my past guide me.

These relationships I have over here?  They’re not just important to me.  They’re my lifeline.  These kids might temporarily be mine before they head off into the wide world but they are my saving grace, my road to sanctification.

How will I possibly live with myself if I don’t nurture the little lives that I labored to bring into this world?

My littlest one is almost 4.  Life has slowed down considerably for me.  We can actually travel and not have to listen to screaming thirty minutes in.  No more diapers or nursing babies.  No more meltdowns eagerly awaiting naptimes.  I’ve got two boys that I can’t remember the last time they asked me to pick them up or hold them.  I only hear “Mommy watch this” occasionally these days.  My once upon a time toddlers now help around the house and ease the workload of this busy mama so life doesn’t feel so overwhelming.

But I’ve spent the past few weeks looking at them wondering how the last few years impacted our relationships.  I know I was here physically, but my goodness, mentally I was exhausted.  Some days I felt like I had nothing left in me to give.  I can’t honestly say that I paused long enough to listen to each of them.  There was always so much laundry and cooking and cleaning and the minute one began to talk, another began to cry.  I literally spent the last few years divided, not really giving fairly to any of them.

Of course it doesn’t help that on top of all my own self-induced responsibilities, I also had the distraction of an outside world.  Text messages, social calls, Facebook groups, the world of internet.  It all moves so fast today.  So very fast.

So how do I nurture the relationships that give me purpose in such a fast paced world?

I have a vision of what I want our relationship to look like twenty years from now.  And so I choose.  I choose to slow down.  To stop and savor.  To be intentional.  Intentional in my plans.  Intentional in my conversations.  Intentional in the moments I share with these darling little beings.  Intentional because that’s how a goal is met…one intention at a time.

If you want to be a pro soccer player someday, you train.  Intentionally.  You don’t spend your days eating bags of potato chips and greasy hamburgers.  You don’t take weeks off  to stay indoors reading books about soccer.  You play soccer.  It’s one training session at a time.  One intentional day at a time.

Relationships are no different.

Sometimes those intentional moments require a complete break from the fast paced beat of our everyday lives.  Sometimes it’s as simple as turning off the phone.  Other times it’s as simple as choosing them over some imagined priority.  It’s always as easy as looking into their eyes when they’re talking to me.  Listening to them when they express themselves (even when that’s done through a cascade of tears or a fit of anger).  Holding them even when they think they don’t need to be held.

Those things pressing into me from every side.   Most of those things will still be there tomorrow.  They’ll still be there twenty years from now.  But these relationships I’m building?  That’s happening now.  And I have to choose.  If I want those to look like I imagine in twenty years, then I have to choose to be intentional today.

 

{A Glimpse into an Intentional Life}

Being intentional is easier said than done.  It’s easier imagined than executed.  So here’s where we inspire you every week with a simple picture and a few words.  Think of this as a chance to help you realize the simplicity of intentional. 

Being intentional can be as lovely as glancing out of your window and finding a hidden chapel on the top of a sand dune right in the middle of a cluster of houses and then taking a few minutes to explore.  If we hadn’t been looking out of our windows, with intention, we’d have missed the charm of this little beauty.

Be inspired.  Allow gratitude and joy and beauty to sneak in with every intention.  And then won’t you come back and share your moment with us?  Or leave a link in the comments to your blog where you celebrate {A Glimpse into an Intentional Life}. 

 

 

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{this moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

{this moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

March Daybook

In my backyard…Lots of radishes are popping up as well as beautiful medicinal herbs…I’ve got lemon balm, chickweed and something that I don’t recognize and I can’t remember what I planted.  I’m waiting for it to grow just a bit more so perhaps I will recognize it!

I am remembering…William’s pure delight when he caught a few green anoles in the backyard and we said he could temporarily house them.  He loved on those scaly little guys for a few days before he let them go back into the garden.

I am grateful for…discovering a beautiful park with lovely trails…an old park that’s new to us.

I am watching…Eve Anderson’s Charlotte Mason DVDs in the evening and learning so many great tips for implementing CM’s methods.

I am listening…to the neighbor’s lawn mower.  It’s that time of year again.  The grass is green.  The trees are budding.  The flowers are blooming.  And I am sneezing.  But I’m breathing.  And I’m okay with sneezing as long as I’m breathing.

I am wondering…whether Lemon Balm is one lucky hamster for having so many little people to love her or if she’s the most unlucky hamster as she never gets any time alone.

I am laughing…at Joey’s newest version of the Brady Bunch Theme song…it goes something like this:

Here’s the story of a girl named Stacie, who was busy with her studies at college, she worked at a tower building and loved her messy room, but she was all alone.

Here’s the story of a man named Daxson who was sometimes a bad kid at home, he hated beet juice so much but he was nice to his mother.

Til the one day when the lady met this fellow and they knew that it was love at first sight.  They had four lovely children, that’s the way they all became the Satery bunch.  The Satery bunch.  The Satery bunch.  That’s the way they became the Satery bunch.

I am reflecting…on this thought from Mark Twain, “The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.”

In the schoolroom…we spent last week homeschooling in the woods and this week we’ve been getting our lessons done early each morning so we can visit with friends we’ve been missing.

Around the house…floors are cleaned.  Until we go to the beach again.

I am wearing…black capris and a blue t-shirt.

We are preparing for…a visit with Granny.  It’s so long overdue and we’re so very excited.

Someday I am going to miss…the mischief that goes along with this little girl.  Enjoy this picture ’cause now that she took the scissors to those beautiful curls, she’s not looking nearly so cute now.

I am readingThe Violets of March by Sarah Jio and listening to The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. 

One of my favorite things…a night out with these girls.

A peek into my day

Please visit The Simple Woman’s Daybook for more daybook entries.

 

 

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Finding Balance in Motherhood

I still remember the first time I heard the phrase “Don’t put your eggs all in one basket.” I was about four years old and we had an old Atari game where you had to catch eggs in a basket and during the game, the little chicken would remind you not to put all the eggs in one basket.

I remember mulling that one over for awhile.  Why wouldn’t I put all my eggs in one basket, I wondered.  It seemed smart to me.  Then they’re all safe and snug in one spot where I can’t lose them.  Oh, but then what if I lost the basket?  Well, I’d lose all my eggs!  Or what if I dropped the basket?  Yikes, I’d break all the eggs.  I began to understand the wisdom of that chicken.

It is years later and I find myself still mulling over that piece of advice.  Now I’m not catching Atari eggs.  Shoot, I’m not even worried about real eggs in a real basket.  I’m thinking a bit more philosophically over here.

Sometimes I find myself pouring my heart and soul into these little children that have been entrusted to me.  Metaphorically speaking: I put all my eggs in one basket.

Please head over to Corpus Christi Moms Blog to finish reading how I found balance in my mothering journey.

{A Glimpse into an Intentional Life}

Being intentional is easier said than done.  It’s easier imagined than executed.  So here’s where we inspire you every week with a simple picture and a few words.  Think of this as a chance to help you realize the simplicity of intentional. 

A moment to stop and connect.  It’s intentional and beautiful.  Take a moment now to stop and connect.

Be inspired.  Allow gratitude and joy and beauty to sneak in with every intention.  And then won’t you come back and share your moment with us?  Or leave a link in the comments to your blog where you celebrate {A Glimpse into an Intentional Life}. 

 

 

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{this moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

{A Glimpse into an Intentional Life}

Being intentional is easier said than done.  It’s easier imagined than executed.  So here’s where we inspire you every week with a simple picture and a few words.  Think of this as a chance to help you realize the simplicity of intentional. 

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This is a quote from The Hiding Place by Corrie ten Boom.  Happiness is something we make inside ourselves…isn’t that a delightful thought?

Be inspired.  Allow gratitude and joy and beauty to sneak in with every intention.  And then won’t you come back and share your moment with us?  Or leave a link in the comments to your blog where you celebrate {A Glimpse into an Intentional Life}. 

 

 

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