We’re busy–us moms; a little too busy.
Moms sacrifice, we hustle, we wipe tears, we wipe our own tears, we love, we bake cookies, we go on no sleep, we carpool, we take kids to school or choose to educate them at home, we deal with temper tantrums, we make dinner, give baths, kiss, read stories and we do it all again the next day… and the next. We barely have time to eat and shower let alone plan for a life other than what we’re entrenched in. I know, I have eight kids. We live a story that’s kind of been just, happening. A story we didn’t write, but rather, was written for us. Where did the time go? We plan to keep our lives handed to us in some kind of order but feel always in the rears; peddling fast in life just to keep up. We love our children, we love being their mother–so any feeling of discontent gives us the bitter after taste of guilt and selfishness that we try to shove under the rug, but in the quiet of moments, we still feel it. We feel– restless. We keep going– giving, serving; surviving.
What if I told you that it all starts with the simple act to write a better story? This simple act does something amazing. It makes you think. Think about where you’re going, where you’re headed, what you want to pursue and what you want to leave behind. Get out a blank piece of paper and stare at it. What do you see?
You should see possibility!
Do not be afraid to change things up and move things around to create the life you and your family need in order to truly LIVE! I’m going to tell you a secret: enrolling your kids in a billion different activities does nothing for them, you, or your family life. You now can focus on the kind of life you want to live and then set out to map out that kind of life. You can script a life you envision! Stop reacting to life and instead, make your life happen.
This method of planning prompts you to create a life that you were designed to live. Life is short. Write a better story.
Here’s to us!
|my 8th baby–blayne lewis|
Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days.
Us moms get them a lot. Our beautifully planned, planner pages of all we wanted to accomplish personally, and for the home, dashed and done. I’m talking full-blown, scratched out, need to start over, days.
I am a mom of many–eight to be exact, and five of them are boys. Yeah, five boys. And if you have any kind of an imagination I’m sure you can get the gist of what my days can look like. I have crazy “bad” days and moments all the time.
Let me give you an example of a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day: it’s a day when I have high-hopes and a big, full day planned ahead, and then my toddler decides to wake up way too early. Because he’s decided to rise and shine with me, he’s cranky and clingy. So my plans, for not only devotions are dashed, but the laundry, the dishes and my shower. The toddler now decides to take a nap earlier then normal, so any errands we were going to run are now pushed to another day. Now this toddler who takes his nap early, wakes groggy, and is grumpy–again. Nice. What else can go wrong? A lot. From toothpaste squeezed out onto the floor, boys wrestling and girls crying, you can see how this qualifies as a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
But you know what? I embrace them now. You know why?
Yes, the big, bad, horrible days where you just want to jump in bed and put the covers over your head are just as a part of your life and betterment as the good days. We can learn from these bad days. Take them. Embrace them and not let them get the best of you. I used to be the kind of mom who wore it on her sleeve all day. I just felt I deserved to let everyone in my family know, I was the victim here. But I also hated feeling that way all day. Wearing it on my sleeve didn’t help anything or anyone. When I decided to change my reactions and mood to bad days, my day ended up not being so bad after all. I mean, yeah…there wasn’t any recovery, the day and all that was planned in it was not going to happen, but that’s ok. I learn how to be a better mom; a better person when these days happen. I get a chance to grow.
So, when these days happen, I now understand they’re short and I don’t want to wish them away. These are the days… and you know what? I’m grateful. I’m grateful I’m a mom. I’m grateful that I have so many amazing children and I’m grateful that God entrusted all these lives to me. I can choose to be in a bad mood or make it a teaching moment, I can love my babies and make the best of it, or hate everyone and wear it on my sleeve. So on these, terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days– I have a choice to make and I choose joy, even in the midst of madness.
Will you, too?
I’ve coined a phrase so it’s easy to remember: Stop, focus, complete, repeat. See? Easy peasy. So what I would do when the overwhelm would kick-in, I would stop, jot down what I needed to do in order of importance, and would focus on the top thing on my list and wouldn’t budge until it was completely done. I’d then move on to the next thing on my list and finish it to completion and repeat. I would do this until I could finally get to the point where I could crinkle that to-do list into a ball in my fists and have the dog fetch it and chew it up. I love nothing more than getting to the point where that stuff isn’t hanging over my head. Now, I could do the things I wanted to do.
So if you find yourself overwhelmed with much to-do and the mere thought of tackling it all makes you shut-down–try this: Stop, focus, complete, repeat. Yeah, you’ve got this! We’ve all got this!
Do you get overwhelmed? Do you think this will help you, too? Leave a comment and let’s discuss…
The Planner Perfect Method.
I am in love with reading. I make it a point to read each day and to finish a book a week. I actually plan it, if I don’t, odds are I won’t read because, well, I have a million other things I could do!
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.”
I have not been on my blog in so long. It’s good to be back. I want to talk about 2016 over the course of these next weeks and all the hope it offers.