Posted on November 19, 2018
The questions spiral most days. They can transpire into good or bad but, most days I spin my wheels trying to decide. I have always been a creature of solution seeking. Trying to figure out the best way to solve the troublesome issue that either repeats itself or is simply a one-time occurrence.
When my hair is flat I use hairspray and tease it like I am a sexy lifeguard off Baywatch in the 80’s. If the batteries run out of juice I simply grab another toy and use those batteries. Simple problem solving yet, people fret about these things instead of just fix the issue without bitching. We all know in this day in age tho you can not have a day without a complaint of some sort. Why do you ask? I have no damn clue. Let alone I really don’t get why you wouldn’t want to just have a day without something shading your sunshine. Right?! Nope. But, you’d think so!
I wonder day in and day out tho when I make choices if I am making the right ones. Or if there really is a right one.
Raising another human is seriously a lot of responsibility and pressure. Not always in a heavy way but, let us be real. We are shaping the life of a person that will eventually have a voice in this world. I don’t want to raise a dick. Right? Ha! ( Light hearted joke)
I mean when Gracie is sick or gets a rash is it just something we let work itself out and it will go away? Or do we call the doctor and do what every single mom does in this day in age. Worry that what Google is telling them might be that their child will die over some red splotches. You get what I am saying yeah?
Truly every single day I am fretting over whether or not I am making the right choice. But, besides the basics of right and wrong in the world. Who is the hell made the “Right” list? Like, as in how things are supposed to be done. Why do I and possibly you feel like we have to doubt if we are making the right choice to stay home or go back to work? Perhaps it is as simple as putting your kid in speech therapy at two or at three. Do we disservice them by doing it our way or listening to the doctors? Is it really going to matter if they eat that handful of dirt? Will the finger in the socket really kill them or teach them a lesson to stop pulling the protectors off? (I’m kidding) Can you feed them a piece of popcorn at two or are they really going to choke and die?
I mean you guys, the list goes on and on with what choices we make day in and day out. Are we overprotecting or are we simply encouraging to make smart choices and be aware of things? Should I be so worried about teaching my daughter all the bad that is happening to women in our day today? Can I just not tell her the bad and horrible things to protect her mindset or am I honest so that she is informed?
In reality, we are all fighting to make the choices we think are going to be the best ones for our kids. Heck even making choices for ourselves every single day can be stressful. Depending on your job or just the position your in with life currently. Choices have so much impact on the conclusion for ourselves and others. I find that being aware that choices are powerful really help me at least alleviate that scared feeling of making the wrong choice.
In the end my friends, we are not in control of the end result. In my paradigm, God has reins on that one. No matter the shift in direction by choice. If something is meant to happen or be, God will bring you back too it. Even if the battle isn’t always pretty, in fact, it could be a bloody mess.
Is the fight worth it to you?
Posted on March 21, 2018
Oh my gosh. If someone ever handed me a Genie Bottle to make some ridiculous wish(es.) I would absolutely choose to have a Super Power and mine would be, “Flash!” Right?! I mean, as a Mom that only makes sense. For all you Moms that have more than one child. I want you to know I just clapped my hands for you. Ha Ha. I’m not even kidding, I did. You are impressive! I also want you to know, I think you are an alien from another planet. Because only something out of this world can handle double the amount of snot and feces. I mean don’t get me wrong, I don’t look down on it. I just think your nuts. Ha Ha. I have one and I feel like I run a zoo, that has landmines everywhere. Instead of Zoo Animal poop landmines. Its Plastic toys that jam into the bottom of your feet, or make you trip and fall. Like your one half of a fifth into some whiskey. Ha Ha. Hey, maybe you are. I won’t judge you but keep it out of the reach of children. Ha Ha!
So like I was saying, I would be Flash! I could literally always have a clean house, top too bottom organization, I mean I could even go to Paris and be back in time for dinner! That would seriously boost my Mom street credit. I mean think of the possibilities! Let us do it together.
Scenario, Mom of two little boys. Ages 6 and 8, they are both in public school and have after school activities they both attend. Mom also has a Full-time job that is rather demanding of her. The father is a pilot, and he is away for work a lot so he can support his family. While the mom is home working, and tending to the children. So let us imagine what her day looks like. Wake up, get ready. But don’t forget the boys need to be ready for school too. Which we ALL know, almost all boys, let alone kids take absolutely forever to just keep enough focus to dress themselves. So priorities are, yes mom will need a shower. But her first job is to feed the boys, ensure they are getting dressed, ready for their day before school, she needs to pack lunches, and be sure the boys have clean jeans on. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about.
Okay, so I am gonna stop there because I know you are getting the drift that this mom. Let alone a lot of moms out there that have a list of things to do in a short amount of time, and the paper isn’t long enough to write the list. Dads have a lot of responsibility, don’t get me wrong. But mom life, holy bananas. We are like bumble bees. Right? So my point is, that I would choose Flash. Simply for the purpose of knowing and ensuring that everything would be done with a breeze and not a skip of a breath. I like that. I like the sound of that a lot. Don’t you?
Or, am I the Alien?
(Feel free to share what Super Power you would choose, and why)
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
journey to the little things