The Guest House
This being human is a guesthouse
Everyday a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness
some momentary awareness comes
from an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
of all of it's furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes
Because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Showing posts with label single mom coach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label single mom coach. Show all posts
One Breath
I just finished Pema Chodorn's book Living Beautifully with Uncertainty and Change. It was great and her message was both profound and simple, just like life.
She challenges her readers to make three commitments:
1. Do no harm.
2. Help others
3. Accept life exactly as it is at this very moment.
WOW!
What resonated most with me as I read her words was the gentleness. She calls us to be gentle with ourselves when we mess up. I am notoriously hard on myself. Being kind and loving to myself in my thoughts has always been a struggle. If I commit to something or someone and fall short, I spend way too much of my precious time beating myself up. Pema's words encouraged me to simply recognize the shortcoming, breathe and leap again in commitment. In that breath there is no room for guilt or shame or self incrimination. AMEN!
Recognize. Breathe in. Breathe out. Commit again. Don't get into the story.
I can do that.
She challenges her readers to make three commitments:
1. Do no harm.
2. Help others
3. Accept life exactly as it is at this very moment.
WOW!
What resonated most with me as I read her words was the gentleness. She calls us to be gentle with ourselves when we mess up. I am notoriously hard on myself. Being kind and loving to myself in my thoughts has always been a struggle. If I commit to something or someone and fall short, I spend way too much of my precious time beating myself up. Pema's words encouraged me to simply recognize the shortcoming, breathe and leap again in commitment. In that breath there is no room for guilt or shame or self incrimination. AMEN!
Recognize. Breathe in. Breathe out. Commit again. Don't get into the story.
I can do that.
Judgement vs. Loving
The other night I overheard another parent talking about me. It was a negative rant. It was dark.Nobody knew I was sitting in a nearby car waiting to pick up my child. Nobody saw the tears rolling down my face.
After the tears came the' back at ya' thoughts.
Then came the praying and the journaling and the knowing.
I am just as guilty. OUCH!
I have made judgments about other parents. I have voiced these judgments to others. What if they heard me? What if I made some hard working uber loving mother cry?
That was a hard pill to swallow.
Since that night I have been paying close attention to how I judge myself and others. Interestingly enough I have caught myself saying to myself exactly what that parent said about me! I have also caught myself judging moms, dads and everyone.
Now when I hear the words that the mom in the parking lot spoke about me run through my head, I take a deep breath and say to myself, "You are an awesome mom Virginia."
Now when I catch myself judging anyone in my head, I don't say it out loud. I do what my mom taught me, I send a prayer of love.
Thank you lovely woman who made me cry. You taught me a great lesson.
Don't judge. Love instead.
After the tears came the' back at ya' thoughts.
Then came the praying and the journaling and the knowing.
I am just as guilty. OUCH!
I have made judgments about other parents. I have voiced these judgments to others. What if they heard me? What if I made some hard working uber loving mother cry?
That was a hard pill to swallow.
Since that night I have been paying close attention to how I judge myself and others. Interestingly enough I have caught myself saying to myself exactly what that parent said about me! I have also caught myself judging moms, dads and everyone.
Now when I hear the words that the mom in the parking lot spoke about me run through my head, I take a deep breath and say to myself, "You are an awesome mom Virginia."
Now when I catch myself judging anyone in my head, I don't say it out loud. I do what my mom taught me, I send a prayer of love.
Thank you lovely woman who made me cry. You taught me a great lesson.
Don't judge. Love instead.
A promise is a promise
A promise is a promise.
I promised myself I would write a blog everyday in October. As a single mom of three very busy kids, the promises I make to myself often get put on the back burner.
I make excuses.
I am done with the excuses.
Is this the best piece of writing I have ever created? Absolutely NOT. It just may be the WORST
Yet I made a promise to ME.
I am in the half century mark. Promises to me finally feel significant.
Make a promise to yourself. Laugh at the excuses. Notice the perceived barriers. Be kind to yourself
Do it anyways.
Love
I promised myself I would write a blog everyday in October. As a single mom of three very busy kids, the promises I make to myself often get put on the back burner.
I make excuses.
I am done with the excuses.
Is this the best piece of writing I have ever created? Absolutely NOT. It just may be the WORST
Yet I made a promise to ME.
I am in the half century mark. Promises to me finally feel significant.
Make a promise to yourself. Laugh at the excuses. Notice the perceived barriers. Be kind to yourself
Do it anyways.
Love
The paradox of cleaning
I got hit with the cleaning bug. Not your run of the mill, 'clean because company is coming over' or 'clean counters make me feel in control' type of cleaning bug. I got hit with the 'I want my home to look different and feel different' cleaning bug.
I moved furniture. The living room is now the dining room and vice versa. I wiped down and vacuumed up some pretty scary dirt and found some interesting objects behind and underneath said furniture. I didn't give myself enough time and the new arrangement is yet to be finished.
Thus three plus hours of cleaning and rearranging has made my house a total wreck. Add three teenagers and a puppy to said wreck and the paradox of cleaning makes me chuckle.
Cleaning is no different than life. Taking care of the unseen places of my home is synonymous to taking care of the corners of my soul. They both require work. The beginnings of such an undertaking appear to be a backwards step. Three hours of cleaning 'should' not equal utter chaos. Yet it does and thus it 'should'. It will never be totally done. Even in the chaos, I feel lighter.
I moved furniture. The living room is now the dining room and vice versa. I wiped down and vacuumed up some pretty scary dirt and found some interesting objects behind and underneath said furniture. I didn't give myself enough time and the new arrangement is yet to be finished.
Thus three plus hours of cleaning and rearranging has made my house a total wreck. Add three teenagers and a puppy to said wreck and the paradox of cleaning makes me chuckle.
Cleaning is no different than life. Taking care of the unseen places of my home is synonymous to taking care of the corners of my soul. They both require work. The beginnings of such an undertaking appear to be a backwards step. Three hours of cleaning 'should' not equal utter chaos. Yet it does and thus it 'should'. It will never be totally done. Even in the chaos, I feel lighter.
Start
Every week my daughter and I hit the library. We are both voracious readers and between what we have ordered and what we find, our bag is loaded. We love books.
Here is where we differ. She delves into her favorite book and is off to the land of reading. I, on the other hand, examine my goodies, peruse a few pages of each and decide which world of words to delve into first.
Tonight she dove in and I perused as we waited for Sean's practice to end.
I came across a great quote in the first pages of one of my books and thus chose this one to delve into first.
The book, Mirror Mirror Off the Wall, How I learned to love my body by not looking at it for a year, by Kjerstein Gruys starts with this quote:
A year from now you will wish you started today. Karen Lamb.
Imagine a year of not looking in the mirror?
I'll tell you more after I read it.
Until then, whatever you want to do or be START TODAY!
Amen.
Here is where we differ. She delves into her favorite book and is off to the land of reading. I, on the other hand, examine my goodies, peruse a few pages of each and decide which world of words to delve into first.
Tonight she dove in and I perused as we waited for Sean's practice to end.
I came across a great quote in the first pages of one of my books and thus chose this one to delve into first.
The book, Mirror Mirror Off the Wall, How I learned to love my body by not looking at it for a year, by Kjerstein Gruys starts with this quote:
A year from now you will wish you started today. Karen Lamb.
Imagine a year of not looking in the mirror?
I'll tell you more after I read it.
Until then, whatever you want to do or be START TODAY!
Amen.
Fifty vs Thirteen.
Turning fifty years old is loaded with expectations. It hit me about three years ago when birthday cards were signed, ' Soon you'll be fifty." The comments baffled me. I became even more perplexed when people would realize my age and respond, "I can't believe you're almost fifty."
Hmmm..
The real kicker came practically as soon as I blew out my candles on my 49th birthday cake. " What are you going to do for your fiftieth?" When I shrugged, the response was always, "You have to do SOMETHING."
So I guess in some way I became conditioned in believing something would shift once I turned fifty. I am now on my fourth day of being fifty years old and guess what? I look the same, feel the same and act the same as I did five days ago.
The only thing that has changed is that people are no longer commenting on 'almost' being fifty or telling me that I have to do SOMETHING for my fiftieth. Phew!
I am however having a hard time wrapping my head around my baby being a teenager. Yes my best birthday present ever is now thirteen years old. That I wasn't ready for.
Hmmm..
The real kicker came practically as soon as I blew out my candles on my 49th birthday cake. " What are you going to do for your fiftieth?" When I shrugged, the response was always, "You have to do SOMETHING."
So I guess in some way I became conditioned in believing something would shift once I turned fifty. I am now on my fourth day of being fifty years old and guess what? I look the same, feel the same and act the same as I did five days ago.
The only thing that has changed is that people are no longer commenting on 'almost' being fifty or telling me that I have to do SOMETHING for my fiftieth. Phew!
I am however having a hard time wrapping my head around my baby being a teenager. Yes my best birthday present ever is now thirteen years old. That I wasn't ready for.
I just want them to be happy
" I just want them to be happy."
Every parent's ultimate dream is for their children to be happy. The problem is we can't. We can love them to the moon and back. We can provide a loving and nurturing home. We can cart them to every activity their heart desires. We can feed them the most nutritious meals and talk and laugh with them. But make them happy? That we cannot do.
Happiness is an inside job. The only person's happiness we have any control over is our own.
In my 18 years of parenting, this fact has always stumped me. Yet it has helped me to pay closer attention to my own sense of joy. The irony of it all is when I am happy from the inside out and when I am paying close attention to my joy meter my children seem to sense it and are thus more joyful themselves.
So any time I notice one of my children is in a slump, before I jump into the worry, I stop and pay attention to my own inner landscape. It is my joy that ultimately keeps my family on track.
Blessings,
Virginia
Looking to find more joy in yourself and with your children, I would be honored to help. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com.
Every parent's ultimate dream is for their children to be happy. The problem is we can't. We can love them to the moon and back. We can provide a loving and nurturing home. We can cart them to every activity their heart desires. We can feed them the most nutritious meals and talk and laugh with them. But make them happy? That we cannot do.
Happiness is an inside job. The only person's happiness we have any control over is our own.
In my 18 years of parenting, this fact has always stumped me. Yet it has helped me to pay closer attention to my own sense of joy. The irony of it all is when I am happy from the inside out and when I am paying close attention to my joy meter my children seem to sense it and are thus more joyful themselves.
So any time I notice one of my children is in a slump, before I jump into the worry, I stop and pay attention to my own inner landscape. It is my joy that ultimately keeps my family on track.
Blessings,
Virginia
Looking to find more joy in yourself and with your children, I would be honored to help. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com.
Farewell Dear Summer
One child started school today and the other two will begin tomorrow. Par usual I am wondering where did the summer go? What did we do all of those days? I can't come up with anything mind blowing. Yet I remember some very special moments.
A sunrise shared with my youngest:
A sunrise shared with my youngest:
Amusement Rides
The Tallest Sunflower EVER
Dinner and playing on the Beach with my Daughter
Finding the most perfect heart rocks to add to my collection
Yes dear summer you have been wonderful to me and given me moments and gifts to treasure a life time.
Farewell
The Best Teachers
The best teachers are the ones we are trying to teach. I learned that lesson in my 18 years of motherhood. Now I am learning it again in training this adorable guy, Jackson.
Lately Jackson has been teaching me about the importance of treats. With the promise of a treat, Jackson has learned to sit, lie down, roll over, and stay. Today, with treats in my fanny pack, my adorable pup ran two miles with me. Treats and praise was all it took.
After my run, I started thinking about carrying my own fanny pack filled with Virginia treats and self praise as a way to accomplish new things. Here is what I am packing.
*Lots of positive self talk and reminders that I am loved.
*Gentle words when I mess up.
*Doing things I love which I call Virginia treats. They are Virginia treats because they are things I love to do.
-Cutting flowers from my garden and creating beautiful bouquets.
- Cleaning out a shelf in a closet,
- Putting on a favorite song and dancing around the kitchen.
- Pulling weeds from the garden.
-Framing pictures
- Taking time to create a delicious lunch.
What treats are you willing to pack as you accomplish new things?
Blessings,
Virginia
Lately Jackson has been teaching me about the importance of treats. With the promise of a treat, Jackson has learned to sit, lie down, roll over, and stay. Today, with treats in my fanny pack, my adorable pup ran two miles with me. Treats and praise was all it took.
After my run, I started thinking about carrying my own fanny pack filled with Virginia treats and self praise as a way to accomplish new things. Here is what I am packing.
*Lots of positive self talk and reminders that I am loved.
*Gentle words when I mess up.
*Doing things I love which I call Virginia treats. They are Virginia treats because they are things I love to do.
-Cutting flowers from my garden and creating beautiful bouquets.
- Cleaning out a shelf in a closet,
- Putting on a favorite song and dancing around the kitchen.
- Pulling weeds from the garden.
-Framing pictures
- Taking time to create a delicious lunch.
What treats are you willing to pack as you accomplish new things?
Blessings,
Virginia
The Magic of Love
Single parenting has been the most joyful and the most challenging aspect of my life these past twelve years. As the teen age years roll by I have hit many a parenting snag. I have had moments of sheer exhaustion and gulping sobs. There have been times where I honestly did not think I could make it one more day or hour or minute of this crazy journey.
Times like these I call on my co parent, God. To Him I bring all of my worries, frustrations and self pity. I write it all out, every last morsel of how I perceive what is going on with my kids. I hold nothing back. Getting it all out then leaves room for something else to come in. Peace and Calm.
In that peace and calm I hold my child/children in my heart. I simply bask in all that is perfect about him or her. I remember all of the love and the laughter we have shared. I even talk to my child in my heart telling him/her how very much I love them.
Always, each and every time, I do that something shifts and life seems to get back on track.
It isn't magic. It is simply love. When I choose too see my children with loving eyes they become more loving.
Times like these I call on my co parent, God. To Him I bring all of my worries, frustrations and self pity. I write it all out, every last morsel of how I perceive what is going on with my kids. I hold nothing back. Getting it all out then leaves room for something else to come in. Peace and Calm.
In that peace and calm I hold my child/children in my heart. I simply bask in all that is perfect about him or her. I remember all of the love and the laughter we have shared. I even talk to my child in my heart telling him/her how very much I love them.
Always, each and every time, I do that something shifts and life seems to get back on track.
It isn't magic. It is simply love. When I choose too see my children with loving eyes they become more loving.
Beginning Again
Life often presents itself with perceived obstacles that holler, "I am too busy!"
One thing is erased from the to do list.
Then the voice inside gets louder, " I am really busy!"
Another thing gets erased from the to do list.
The voice seems to get louder and louder and suddenly all of the things that you do to care for yourself seem to vanish in thin air. They disappear under the guise of busyness and exhaustion sets in.
The exhaustion, the crankiness and the overwhelm has little to do with the busy and everything to do with the choosing. Taking care of myself is the best use of my time. Choosing to do the things that inspire me makes me more efficient and present in every area of my life.
The paradox is life herself.
So I am back starting once again on this blog, because it is never to late to begin again.
Blessings,
Virginia
The thing I love most about getting older is that I appreciate more and I surround myself with friends that do the same.
I got an email today from a dear friend. My friend was ecstatic about the dandelions sprouting around the garage.
After the dandelion gush,the email read, "Spring is really here!"
A dandelion equals love and joy.
I have watched many a person,myself included , trying to rid their yards of dandelions. Yet a dandelion is a sign of spring. AT LAST!
I replied back that I have perennials popping up through the snow. I said a prayer to those courageous and full of trust perennials,"Please teach me."
Nature teaches us, nurtures us, and shows us everything we need to learn.
Spring has come!
Amen
Blessings,
Virginia.
Let's do spring together in love of dandelions and the courage and faith of the perennials. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com.
I got an email today from a dear friend. My friend was ecstatic about the dandelions sprouting around the garage.
After the dandelion gush,the email read, "Spring is really here!"
A dandelion equals love and joy.
I have watched many a person,myself included , trying to rid their yards of dandelions. Yet a dandelion is a sign of spring. AT LAST!
I replied back that I have perennials popping up through the snow. I said a prayer to those courageous and full of trust perennials,"Please teach me."
Nature teaches us, nurtures us, and shows us everything we need to learn.
Spring has come!
Amen
Blessings,
Virginia.
Let's do spring together in love of dandelions and the courage and faith of the perennials. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com.
Mud Season of the Soul
I can feel spring in the air and in my spirit. The days are warmer. I had to pull off layers during today's run. The snow is melting. I feel a bit lighter.
I see grass on many lawns, mine included.
My daffodils that I dug out of the snow are getting taller.
No doubt about it, spring is on her way.
Even with spring about to burst, to the human eye, the landscaope looks dull. Mud, puddles, brown snow and last fall's forgotten clean up litter the landscape.
It all looks quite ugly.
I feel it in myself. I have lovingly witnessed it in others
Right beside the hope of spring sits a tad bit of the ugly we would like to ignore.
Yet there it is.
I say embrace it. Love it and play with it in the best way you know how.
Blessings,
Virginia
Let's make mud into blesssings. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com
I see grass on many lawns, mine included.
My daffodils that I dug out of the snow are getting taller.
No doubt about it, spring is on her way.
Even with spring about to burst, to the human eye, the landscaope looks dull. Mud, puddles, brown snow and last fall's forgotten clean up litter the landscape.
It all looks quite ugly.
I feel it in myself. I have lovingly witnessed it in others
Right beside the hope of spring sits a tad bit of the ugly we would like to ignore.
Yet there it is.
I say embrace it. Love it and play with it in the best way you know how.
Blessings,
Virginia
Let's make mud into blesssings. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com
They are teaching me.
I entered motherhood naively believing that I would teach my children everything they needed to know and that the learning was one way. The older I get, and the older my children get, I realize more and more that such a premise is very far from the truth.
My children are teaching me and have been teaching me since the day they were born. These days as I watch the people they are becoming, I am learning more about myself.
My eldest is committed to his dream of playing college lacrosse and is pushing his body to it's limits. He encourages me to train for a few 5Ks.
My daughter is amazingly comfortable in her introverted and intellectual nature. She encourages me to embrace and love my introversion and thinker nature.
My youngest's 'take life lightly' approach reminds me not to worry so much about the small stuff or any stuff .
There is so much more about each of them. Every day is a different lesson for me. As I raise them on my own they help me become a better me.
These beautiful young people entrusted in my care are teaching me valuable lessons about myself as I give them the permission and the freedom to become who they are.
Single Mothering...such a blessing!
My children are teaching me and have been teaching me since the day they were born. These days as I watch the people they are becoming, I am learning more about myself.
My eldest is committed to his dream of playing college lacrosse and is pushing his body to it's limits. He encourages me to train for a few 5Ks.
My daughter is amazingly comfortable in her introverted and intellectual nature. She encourages me to embrace and love my introversion and thinker nature.
My youngest's 'take life lightly' approach reminds me not to worry so much about the small stuff or any stuff .
There is so much more about each of them. Every day is a different lesson for me. As I raise them on my own they help me become a better me.
These beautiful young people entrusted in my care are teaching me valuable lessons about myself as I give them the permission and the freedom to become who they are.
Single Mothering...such a blessing!
Seeing Beauty
Five more inches of snow fell overnight. We had shovelled close to a foot of snow yesterday. I was going to have to shovel the driveway without my three helpers on the first day of spring. During yesterday's snow day my children had remembered last year on March 19th. I let them stay home from school so we could go to the beach on a miraculous 80 degree day. As I was bundling up I was reminiscing about last year's warm weather and feeling a bit overwhelmed and exasperated by this year's enormous snow fall and never ending winter.
Once I began the task at hand, the sun burst open. I looked around and what seemed like another stupid snowstorm became a magical scene from a fairy tale. I was in awe of the beauty. I smiled and my heart swelled. I didn't want to leave the fairly tale so shoveling the driveway became shoveling the walkways and the back deck and breathing in all of the wonder.
In the midst of my joy and appreciation I realized what all of the great sages of time claim as truth. When we allow life to be just as it is. When we stop trying to make life the way we think it 'should be'. Then and only then do we see true beauty within ourselves and in everything we encounter.
Blessings,
Virginia
Are you wrrestling with what life has brought you? I would love to help you see the gifts. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com
Once I began the task at hand, the sun burst open. I looked around and what seemed like another stupid snowstorm became a magical scene from a fairy tale. I was in awe of the beauty. I smiled and my heart swelled. I didn't want to leave the fairly tale so shoveling the driveway became shoveling the walkways and the back deck and breathing in all of the wonder.
In the midst of my joy and appreciation I realized what all of the great sages of time claim as truth. When we allow life to be just as it is. When we stop trying to make life the way we think it 'should be'. Then and only then do we see true beauty within ourselves and in everything we encounter.
Blessings,
Virginia
Are you wrrestling with what life has brought you? I would love to help you see the gifts. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com
Facebook: Fake Book
A dear friend of mine once said "Facebook equals Fake Book."
I deactivated my account a while back.
Many have told me such an action is an entrepreneur's suicide. As an entrepreneur, I beg to differ. My deactivation will not have any effect on my overhead. Most of my clients come to me by word of mouth and by God's power.
I deactivated because I found myself too attached. I was checking my likings and comments numbers way too much. I was in the process of making facebook into FAKE book. I never wanted that to happen. I never wanted to be what my dear loving friend described.
I never want to be FAKE.
I want to be REAL.
I will go back to facebook. Next time I will be way more authentic.
Until then.....
I am so enjoying the break.
Blessings,
Virginia
Need some help being more of the unique authentic YOU. I would love to help. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com
I deactivated my account a while back.
Many have told me such an action is an entrepreneur's suicide. As an entrepreneur, I beg to differ. My deactivation will not have any effect on my overhead. Most of my clients come to me by word of mouth and by God's power.
I deactivated because I found myself too attached. I was checking my likings and comments numbers way too much. I was in the process of making facebook into FAKE book. I never wanted that to happen. I never wanted to be what my dear loving friend described.
I never want to be FAKE.
I want to be REAL.
I will go back to facebook. Next time I will be way more authentic.
Until then.....
I am so enjoying the break.
Blessings,
Virginia
Need some help being more of the unique authentic YOU. I would love to help. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com
Quotes
I love quotes!
Quotes are like a great healthy snack. They nourish in just the right way and in just the right time.
I came across this one today.
Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent. C.J. Jung
It was a perfect find as I spent a few hours writing on today's snowday. I was feeling a tad guilty for writing as my children were doing their own thing. When I found this quote, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that me living MY life and taking care of MY creative needs is the best thing I could ever do for my children.
Naturally, once the writiing was done, snow fun began!
Blessings,
Virginia
Need help balancing your needs with your children's needs? I would love to help. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com.
Quotes are like a great healthy snack. They nourish in just the right way and in just the right time.
I came across this one today.
Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent. C.J. Jung
It was a perfect find as I spent a few hours writing on today's snowday. I was feeling a tad guilty for writing as my children were doing their own thing. When I found this quote, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that me living MY life and taking care of MY creative needs is the best thing I could ever do for my children.
Naturally, once the writiing was done, snow fun began!
Blessings,
Virginia
Need help balancing your needs with your children's needs? I would love to help. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com.
10 Rules of Perfect Mothers
1. Perfect mothers have an entire reportoire of effective escape routes. Regardless if she is parenting infants toddlers, school aged children or teenagers, a perfect mother creatively escapes on a daily basis. You must take care of yourself!
2. Perfect mothers don't devour every parenting book, becasue they trust their innate ability to be the expert for their own children. When the perfect mother is looking for advice, she naturally finds resources that are in sync with her uniquely beautiful parenting style.
3. Perfect mothers neither judge or compare themselves to other mothers. The perfect mother encourages and supports other mothers with compliments, knowing smiles and practical help.
4. Perfect mothers remind themselves of their own fabulous motehring in affirmations, great mommy-moments journals, and by celebrating with other great moms the things they do well.
5. Perfect mothers say no to anything and everything that doesn't inspire them. Perfect mothers have children who sometimes compete in sports with no parental cheering section. The perfect mother knows that her not being there develops her child's internal cheering section. Perfect mothers have said " no" so many times to volunteer activities, she is no longer hounded. The perfect mother volunteers in accordance to her passions, not her guilt.
6. Perfect mothers spend more time doing things with their children and less time doing things for their children. Children of perfect mothers sometimes have to live with the consequences of forgetting their instrument, homework or permission slip. It usually only happens once. Perfect mothers have more time to play with their children because household chores are shared.
7. Perfect mothers have passions and hobbies and a wealth of intelligence that grows as they mother. At times perfect mothers put their passions before the desires of their children.
8. Perfect mothers have no guilt or shame in admitting to themselves and others that sometimes mothering is neither fun or rewarding, and sometimes they would love to run away.
9. Even so, perfect mothers look directly intp their chidlren's eyes and smile many times a day.
10. Perfect motehrs are all of us: on our perfect snapshot days, our nerve-shot days and all of the days in the middle.
Blessings,
Virginia
2. Perfect mothers don't devour every parenting book, becasue they trust their innate ability to be the expert for their own children. When the perfect mother is looking for advice, she naturally finds resources that are in sync with her uniquely beautiful parenting style.
3. Perfect mothers neither judge or compare themselves to other mothers. The perfect mother encourages and supports other mothers with compliments, knowing smiles and practical help.
4. Perfect mothers remind themselves of their own fabulous motehring in affirmations, great mommy-moments journals, and by celebrating with other great moms the things they do well.
5. Perfect mothers say no to anything and everything that doesn't inspire them. Perfect mothers have children who sometimes compete in sports with no parental cheering section. The perfect mother knows that her not being there develops her child's internal cheering section. Perfect mothers have said " no" so many times to volunteer activities, she is no longer hounded. The perfect mother volunteers in accordance to her passions, not her guilt.
6. Perfect mothers spend more time doing things with their children and less time doing things for their children. Children of perfect mothers sometimes have to live with the consequences of forgetting their instrument, homework or permission slip. It usually only happens once. Perfect mothers have more time to play with their children because household chores are shared.
7. Perfect mothers have passions and hobbies and a wealth of intelligence that grows as they mother. At times perfect mothers put their passions before the desires of their children.
8. Perfect mothers have no guilt or shame in admitting to themselves and others that sometimes mothering is neither fun or rewarding, and sometimes they would love to run away.
9. Even so, perfect mothers look directly intp their chidlren's eyes and smile many times a day.
10. Perfect motehrs are all of us: on our perfect snapshot days, our nerve-shot days and all of the days in the middle.
Blessings,
Virginia
Perfect Mothers
What is your idea of a perfect mother?
Is it the impeccably dressed, cookie baking PTA mom? Is it the thriving six figure career momma? Is it the mom with the bleary eyes carrying an infant while dealing with her toddler's tantrum in the cereal aisle? Or could it be the mom who leaves the dishes piled, the laundry unfolded and the kids in their pyjamas and calls the sitter for the much needed break?
Is it one or all of the above?
There is a slew of articles, books and motivational speeches about moms taking good care of themselves and letting go of the idea of perfection. Yet the media still sets the rules of a good mother at oppressive and unattainable heights. We are constantly bombarded with with the one perfect snapshot of motherhood. Believing these snapshots are actually real, moms hide behind the mask of perfection.
Raising children is messy business.
However perfect mothers do exist.
Tomorrow I'll share my ten rules of perfect moms.
Blessings,
Virginia
Need some help seeing your own perfection. I would love to help. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com
Is it the impeccably dressed, cookie baking PTA mom? Is it the thriving six figure career momma? Is it the mom with the bleary eyes carrying an infant while dealing with her toddler's tantrum in the cereal aisle? Or could it be the mom who leaves the dishes piled, the laundry unfolded and the kids in their pyjamas and calls the sitter for the much needed break?
Is it one or all of the above?
There is a slew of articles, books and motivational speeches about moms taking good care of themselves and letting go of the idea of perfection. Yet the media still sets the rules of a good mother at oppressive and unattainable heights. We are constantly bombarded with with the one perfect snapshot of motherhood. Believing these snapshots are actually real, moms hide behind the mask of perfection.
Raising children is messy business.
However perfect mothers do exist.
Tomorrow I'll share my ten rules of perfect moms.
Blessings,
Virginia
Need some help seeing your own perfection. I would love to help. virginiamccormack05@gmail.com
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