I was driving home from Castle Rock today and thinking about a graduation party I would later be attending. It was fun to think about the graduate: excited that she's finally finished with high school, about to embark on a life that she is more able to call Her Own, ready to do Something... and I started wishing I could recapture those feelings I had when I graduated from high school. Those anticipations are exciting, but I think we've all found ourselves getting bogged down in the 'exciting life' we've created for ourselves post-graduation. This got me thinking: Why can't I feel like that more often? What's stopping me? If I've learned anything over this last year, and good Lord I hope that I have, it's that we 'graduate' from life's experiences all the time. We made it through a tough project at work...graduation. We resolve an argument with a loved one...graduation. We keep our cool when we really want to lose it...graduation. When I make it through something like this, I would like to feel grateful that I made it through, a little wiser for it, and more prepared for what comes next. In other words, I would like to feel like a graduate. I want to have a little party in my mind, say "Good job, Julie!" and eat a cupcake in honor of myself. But this is not my gut reaction. My gut reaction is to be frustrated at the situation, worried that I didn't do well enough, and anxious that it will happen again. This makes me think about what I've been learning lately about the power of Intentional Thinking; that is, realizing that our thoughts do not control us, we control them. It sounds so simple, but I think this is my biggest obstacle in this area. Intentional thinking can stop us from reverting to what feels instinctual and teach us to replace it with something else. It can teach us to say "Yay!" instead of "Ugh..." and to pat ourselves on the back instead of slapping ourselves on the wrist. It's not easy, of course, and it's not quick (if it were, believe me, I would be an expert - I am AWESOME at things that are easy and quick!), but it has the potential to save me from boatloads of anxiety (Yes. My anxiety is such that it is most accurately measure in boatloads). It has the potential to make me feel excited not only about what I have already accomplished, but about the new things I will now be able to accomplish as a result. Just the thought of feeling that I've surmounted something instead of it surmounting me is enough to motivate me. So this is my goal: to hear Pomp and Circumstance each time I walk away from a challenge!
Please excuse me while I go work on changing my perspective...and get myself a cupcake : )
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Mother's Day...
I would like to wish a very happy (and early) Mother's Day to all my friends who are mothers! Each one of you has tackled motherhood and its various challenges with a love and commitment that I hope to emulate.
This past Sunday I got to see my Peanut. I have to say: I am in awe of him. I'm sure all mothers feel this way (at least, I hope they do!), but I think seeing him so infrequently gives me the advantage of not getting used to that feeling. Every time I see him I am amazed and grateful all over again. This visit, however, had a bittersweet quality to it. When I arrived he had just woken up from his nap and was getting his diaper changed. I walked into his room as his mom walked out to fix him a bottle. He looked past me, out the door and started crying for his mommy. My heart just about broke as I realized that the mommy my son was crying for wasn't me. And yet, this was exactly what I hoped for when I gave him. My goal, since before he was born, was that his birth father and I would be happy extra's in Peanut's life, never essentials. But seeing that... seeing that is a very different feeling. But the rest of what I got to see that afternoon and evening more than made up for my sadness. I got to see Peanut crawl around, stand up, eat Cheerios, take a bath, and play peek-a-boo! I also got to see how hard his mom works to provide a happy, stable and loving life for Peanut and his big sister.
His mom works part time, and spends the rest of her time with her kids. She's an amazing mother: she bakes with her three-year-old daughter, plays pretend, cooks, cleans, reads, watches more kids movies than any mother should ever have to, and loves loves loves on her kids. She changes diapers, cleans up 'accidents,' and has washed chocolate syrup, eye shadow, and countless other substances out of her carpets (and her daughter's bedroom!). She is patient, kind, and endlessly loving. She is as much in awe of Peanut as I am, and believe me, that's not an easy thing to be. She is a mother who deserves far more than one day of recognition!
My own mother is another one of those. The mother that raised me is very similar to the one who is raising Peanut. We played Ice Cream Shop on the basement stairs, Barbie's, Cooking Show, and Play-Doh. As I got older she gave me invaluable advice about dating, friends, school, work... everything. She has taught me so much about what faith is, and who God is. She's the first one I want to call when I've had a good day or a bad day. She, more than anyone in my life, has doubled my joys and halved my sorrows. I owe every good decision I've ever made to the guidance she and my father gave me growing up, and I owe every narrow miss of a mistake to her wise advice. I am very grateful for her.
So, to all mothers out there... thank you for what you do! I know mother's who are struggling with everything from their children's devastating health problems to the devastating choices their teenage and adult children have made, yet they have all decided that their love is greater than their fear or frustration. They have chosen to love even when they weren't sure what that would look like; they have chosen to believe that even the injustice's they have been dealt are a worthy price to pay for being a parent; they have been brave, understanding, exhausted, frustrated, and heroic. Mothers, you deserve far more than a day for the lifetime you have spent, or will spend, doing what you do. I hope I get the chance to be a mother again; thanks to you I have a lot of women in my life to learn from, and a very high standard to live up to!
Happy Mother's Day!
: )
This past Sunday I got to see my Peanut. I have to say: I am in awe of him. I'm sure all mothers feel this way (at least, I hope they do!), but I think seeing him so infrequently gives me the advantage of not getting used to that feeling. Every time I see him I am amazed and grateful all over again. This visit, however, had a bittersweet quality to it. When I arrived he had just woken up from his nap and was getting his diaper changed. I walked into his room as his mom walked out to fix him a bottle. He looked past me, out the door and started crying for his mommy. My heart just about broke as I realized that the mommy my son was crying for wasn't me. And yet, this was exactly what I hoped for when I gave him. My goal, since before he was born, was that his birth father and I would be happy extra's in Peanut's life, never essentials. But seeing that... seeing that is a very different feeling. But the rest of what I got to see that afternoon and evening more than made up for my sadness. I got to see Peanut crawl around, stand up, eat Cheerios, take a bath, and play peek-a-boo! I also got to see how hard his mom works to provide a happy, stable and loving life for Peanut and his big sister.
His mom works part time, and spends the rest of her time with her kids. She's an amazing mother: she bakes with her three-year-old daughter, plays pretend, cooks, cleans, reads, watches more kids movies than any mother should ever have to, and loves loves loves on her kids. She changes diapers, cleans up 'accidents,' and has washed chocolate syrup, eye shadow, and countless other substances out of her carpets (and her daughter's bedroom!). She is patient, kind, and endlessly loving. She is as much in awe of Peanut as I am, and believe me, that's not an easy thing to be. She is a mother who deserves far more than one day of recognition!
My own mother is another one of those. The mother that raised me is very similar to the one who is raising Peanut. We played Ice Cream Shop on the basement stairs, Barbie's, Cooking Show, and Play-Doh. As I got older she gave me invaluable advice about dating, friends, school, work... everything. She has taught me so much about what faith is, and who God is. She's the first one I want to call when I've had a good day or a bad day. She, more than anyone in my life, has doubled my joys and halved my sorrows. I owe every good decision I've ever made to the guidance she and my father gave me growing up, and I owe every narrow miss of a mistake to her wise advice. I am very grateful for her.
So, to all mothers out there... thank you for what you do! I know mother's who are struggling with everything from their children's devastating health problems to the devastating choices their teenage and adult children have made, yet they have all decided that their love is greater than their fear or frustration. They have chosen to love even when they weren't sure what that would look like; they have chosen to believe that even the injustice's they have been dealt are a worthy price to pay for being a parent; they have been brave, understanding, exhausted, frustrated, and heroic. Mothers, you deserve far more than a day for the lifetime you have spent, or will spend, doing what you do. I hope I get the chance to be a mother again; thanks to you I have a lot of women in my life to learn from, and a very high standard to live up to!
Happy Mother's Day!
: )
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