Homebody

“Take a day, babe.  Get out of the house because I can’t do anything with them when you’re around.  They only want you when they see you.”

My husband was right but where would I go?  After a week of very little sleep, I’m exhausted.   And to be honest, all I really want to do is stay home.

But with a high of 40 degrees and a 1, 3 and 5 year-old in tow, kicking my husband out of the house left him with limited options.

“I’ve got some errands to run- I’ll take them with me.”

Music to my ears, but how long would I have?  I didn’t care.  I parked my rear on the recliner and watched a tv show for 30 minutes before starting dinner and calling my mom.

She lives only five minutes away and comes over to play with the kids twice a week but we spoke for over an hour- because we could without distraction.  It. Was. Amazing.

I folded a gargantuan pile of laundry, chatted with a few friends and sat down to write this article.  Not an incredibly momentous day, but after 3 hours alone, I felt renewed.

In my heart of hearts, I am a homebody.  These days, however, I never get to be home alone.  I miss the one-bedroom apartment I had to myself on the third floor of a 100 year-old house right after college.  I ate, slept and woke when I wanted and after years of roommates throughout boarding school and college, I finally didn’t have to share a thing.

My husband returned with a screaming three-year-old in tow.  She was mad he was returning a movie we rented- in other words, the world had just ended.  For a moment, it felt like the afternoon was a wash, but once we had her tucked in to bed, I reflected on my afternoon with gratitude.

A break from the daily chaos in the comfort of my own home.  Silence.  Solitude.

I sure do miss that old apartment.

But never enough to trade it for this house full of noise and love.

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Labels

“I’m not disciplined.”  I explained.  To them, to myself.  Over and over I’ve labeled myself as someone “undisciplined” when it comes to working out on my own.  I’ve always found comfort in taking a class with an instructor that tells me what to do.  I can’t make myself do 20 burpees but I sure can follow an order.  Or can I?

I arrived at the neighborhood park this morning, cutting my run short because I was a) gasping for breath after only 4 minutes and b) knew my kids wanted to play.  For the first time, I thought of one of my friends, a mother of four, who uses the park equipment to workout, effectively killing two birds with one stone- the kids play while mom works out.  Win-win, except I’ve always told myself I could never make myself do that.  I wouldn’t know which exercises to do and am generally just too lazy and unmotivated to make myself move.

But here I was, in my workout gear after cutting my run about 15 minutes short.  What harm would a couple of burpees do?  So I did 10 of them.  Followed by 10 broad jumps with the 3 year-old, who saw and joined me.  Squat jumps, walking lunges and push ups- I worked up a sweat and I thought, “Damn.  Maybe I can do this.”

In that moment, I realized I had labeled myself “undisciplined” as a subconscious way of excusing myself from ever even trying.  And it caused me to wonder, how many times are we guilty of doing this in all other aspects of our lives?  How many times are we quitting before ever trying?  Is it a fear of the unknown?  Of failure?

I challenged myself to think of all the other labels I’ve placed upon myself.  We label ourselves fat, lazy, the middle child, unlovable, depressed, not good-enough or perhaps too-good, too-smart, too-risky.  And while there may be some truth in these labels, there comes a point when we must ask, “Are we identifying the label or is it defining us?”

It’s true.  I’m a bit lazy when it comes to working out on my own but that doesn’t mean I always have to be, just because it’s the way I’ve been in the past.

New Leaf Parenting.  Every Day is a Fresh Start.

Today was a new day for me.  Today I coached myself and it felt gratifying to know that I can.  I can, so long as I toss aside that label, turn over a new leaf and get busy defining my reality on my own, new terms.

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Everything We Need

Buyer’s remorse- a complex emotion beginning with a want, followed by a brief justification, rush of adrenaline and ultimately an overwhelming feeling of guilt.  So why do we continue to buy?  What void are we trying to fill? Continue reading

Fleeting

They say it goes quickly but I keep having “them” so it seems to never end.  When my daughter stated matter-of-factly that I wouldn’t be able to carry her once she was five years-old it hit me like a ton of bricks.  Whoa.  Where has my baby gone?

These are unsettling times.  A pending presidential election polarizing our country.  It’s hard to see the big picture and yet, come back down to Earth.  What really matters?

God.  Brush Him off.  Roll your eyes.  Deny His existence but you still hear Him.

Family.  Seriously, other than God, what ELSE MATTERS?

Love.  Oh, Love.  Love is what matters.  In the end, it is all that has ever mattered.  We are born to love if only we can find it in our lifetime. . .

Which brings us back to children.

Why do we have them?  They are exhausting and egocentric but they are LIFE.  And life is fleeting.

Life.

Is Fleeting.

So,

Pray.  Connect.  Love.

It is all that has ever mattered.

Joy

Oozing from my fingertips, rushing through my blood.  Exuding out of my body, surrounding me like a happy cloud.

Joy.  Quick, dancing feet.  Sunshine through my teeth.

In the midst of troubled times, I find joy.

It’s the warm sand between my toes, the powerful waves breaking at the shoreline.

It’s the unexpected random act of kindness, it’s the piece of trash I retrieve off the street.

It’s the hug between friends, the laughter between strangers.

It’s the “God Bless” from a homeless man and the wind rushing through my trees.

In the midst of troubled times, I find Joy.  Pure, unadulterated joy.

Do you see it?  Can you hear it?  Do you feel it?

Find it and you will see.

There’s more to life than meets the eye, if only we can feel JOY.

 

Exercise & Socialize

I have been super down lately.  Feeling trapped, feeling the walls closing in with no end in sight.  Feeling ashamed that I have so much to be thankful for and yet still feel this way.  I was able to have three healthy babies, I have a home and supportive family and friends- I have no right to be down.  But I have been and after talking to Emmett last night, I figured out why.  It all comes down to two things: Exercising and Socializing.

My mother asked me yesterday what specifically was bothering me the most- after mentioning the dirty house, the inability to escape, I realized it had to do with how much my children “need” me right now.  They are all so little and can do very little for themselves.  They need me to wipe their butts, hold them, play with them, and strap them in their car seats.  They all want more of me even though I feel like I have nothing left to give.  I’m sure one day I will wish they needed me more but for now, it is an overwhelming responsibility.  How did I get here?

Abandoning them is not an option and I am not considering daycare, so how do I make the most of my time with these little girls?  How do I take care of myself while taking care of them?  I exercise and I socialize.

It dawned on me that things started to go downhill for me after Aurora returned to school in the Fall, which is precisely when I stopped attending my regular Stroller Strides class since Emma’s nap falls at exactly the same time.  Stroller Strides provides me not just the opportunity to sweat but also to commiserate with moms who have children the same ages as mine.  It goes without saying that we all were probably up multiple times the night before, that we are feeling overwhelmed, and that we have an undeniable and fierce love for our babies.  Simply surrounding myself with these mommas gives me a feeling of “belonging”- it validates my feelings all while I release endorphins by running, squatting or planking out my stress.

Although I have been jogging after Emma wakes up or using exercise videos while she naps, I have isolated myself by doing so.  Moreover, I injured my foot a week ago and haven’t been able to exercise at all which has led me to the darkest hours I felt this past weekend.

I knew I had to reach out and tell someone how I was feeling.  I didn’t want sympathy or encouragement, I just wanted somebody to know.  So I told a couple of friends who recommended a therapist and some medication.  The therapist I have but the medication, I am not ready for.  I used medication when I suffered from insomnia as a teacher and it led to a dangerous dependency I fear succumbing to again.

Instead, my husband listened to me last night.  And in talking to him, I realized the medicine I needed:  more exercise, more socializing.  If I can’t make it to my Stroller Strides classes right now, I will need to schedule some more Mommy Night’s Out.  Now that my foot has healed, I will need to lace my shoes up and run the stress out.

We all have different needs- some of us may need the medication.  Some of us may need to slow down.  Some of us may need to hire extra help.   The one thing we all need is the ability recognize where we are at the present moment.  I could have hidden my feelings.  I could have “coped” or pretended everything was ok.  But I’m not ok.  I’m struggling.  Recognizing where I am presently is the first step.  Speaking it out loud to someone else is the next.  After identifying the biggest issue, the final step is to discover the antidote and use it repeatedly until we dig ourselves out of the hole we can’t see out of.

I see the light, now.  I exercise and I socialize to refuel my empty tank.  My girls want more of me, all of the time, and now I finally feel like I have something to give.

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Feature image by Camille Vaughan Photography

Just Say No

How many times in your life have you begrudgingly said “Yes” when you really wanted to say “No”?  You had good intentions.  You didn’t want to hurt their feelings by saying “No”, so you said “Yes”.  And whatever it was, a birthday party, an event, a good deed, a visit with friends or family, it should have been fun.  It should have made you feel good.  But it became an obligation and you were angry with yourself for the resentment welling up inside of you, leaving you wondering “to what end?” Continue reading

Going with Your Gut

You know what I am talking about.  It’s not just the voice inside your head, it’s that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.  Your gut, your intuition, something almost palpable.  Whether we like it or not, we tend to feel more “balanced” when we go with our gut.  Unfortunately, we don’t always like what it is telling us, which leads us to put our blinders on to the blaring red flags, leaving us feeling inharmonious.  Today, I went with my gut.  Today, I pulled Harper out of school after just one day.   Continue reading

Growing Pains

It’s the gray area.  The wait-and-see how it goes.  The not-knowing.  Four years ago or even two years-ago I would have been crying in exasperation, frustrated that my “plan” wasn’t working.  Now, I know better.  These are growing pains and no matter how much you wish to fast-forward through them, there is no way to avoid them.  You cannot control the fact that they are happening, rather, all you can control is the way you react to them.

My tummy feels butterflies, my heart rate a little faster as I navigate a new school year with two in school and a baby whose nap-time is inconsistent.  I’ve been a diehard Stroller Strides member for 4.5 years and I want nothing more than to attend class at 9:30 a.m. with my friends.  Unfortunately, this coincides with Emma’s general nap time which wouldn’t be a problem if I didn’t have to pick up the big girls at 11:45.  Unless she concedes to nap-on-the-go, I may have to take a break from my exercise class.

This would have sent me into a tailspin a year ago, but now, I have learned the value of adaptability.  There’s no “right way”.  What works for other families may not work for mine.  What works one day, may not work the next day or week.  My Type A personality hates this wishy-washy feeling.  I thrive on schedules and these last minute decisions leave me a bit breathless; but I’ve experienced these growing pains before and I realize the earlier I surrender and let the current take me where it may, the better off I will be.  Fighting it, forcing it, swimming against the current will only exhaust me further.

So I am going to take it one day at-a-time.  One day I may go for a run in my neighborhood with Emma, the next a workout video at home, the other a Stroller Strides class or a day off.  The plan is to embrace the unknown.  To thrive in spite of it.  To overcome these little obstacles that will pass in the blink of an eye leaving me wishing, twenty years from now, that I had babies in preschool and at home napping.  I choose to cherish these growing pains.  I choose to surrender-all.

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Camille Vaughan Photography

Reinventing the Horcrux

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Here they are, my three little horcruxes, my seeds, my offspring.  I’m reinventing the horcrux.  The evil genius Voldemort in Harry Potter defines them a powerful object in which a dark wizard has hidden a fragment of his or her soul.  I define them as Aurora, Harper and Emma; pieces of me.

With each child I’ve birthed, I’ve preserved a portion of myself.  Perhaps this is why we care so much for them- truly, we are caring for ourselves.  Nurturing and preserving them, ensuring they represent the best of us even after they have long left the nest.  The more we have, the more we give and yet when there is only one, we invest our all for it is all that we have outside of ourselves.

They say the more horcruxes you have, the closer you are to immortality.  I say, the more you have, the more you surrender.  And the more you surrender the more you realize how little you matter to you anymore.  It’s them.  It’s watching your babies grow into their own souls; nurturing their individual identities, caring for their sweet feelings.

I have all the horcruxes I need, indeed I am fortunate to even have one.  And I intend to nurture these souls individually- to recognize and appreciate each of them as they are, not for what I wish them to be.

I am flawed.  I am positive I will take missteps along the way and yet I can only hope and pray that I will keep their dreams in sight as I also mind my parents- my mom, my dad and my God.  What do/did/would they want of me?  What have I given, what do I have left to do?

My past is behind me, my future in front for me to write.  My soul encapsulated in three little girls who look to me for guidance and reassurance.

Run.  Dream.  Create.  The world is your canvas and I am your biggest fan.   You were created in love and in love, I present you to the world.  Grow.  Flourish.  Bloom.

You. Are. Invincible.

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Photos by Camille Vaughan Photography.  Horcrux info from Wikipedia.