I recently had the opportunity to share my love of all things Disney, and have a bit of Disney fun, with a few of my favorite kiddos. Thanks to the generous support of Maria Bailey, BSM Media, MomSelect, and Disney Parks, it was truly a magical time.
Hi all! My weekly update is oh, so late. Why? Because I feel like crud 🙁 I hope that you aren’t battling the sniffles this week. If you are, I hope that you are fighting much better than I am! I am dragging today, and woke up yesterday feeling downright gross!
I didn’t want to get out of the house, but I had a to-do list that appeared to be a mile long. There is rarely much rest for Moms…EVER… so I kept chugging along. One of my stops included a Bible study in the home of a dear friend. This lovely lady offered crockpot pumpkin spice latte (ya’ll know that I’m a sucker for lattes & all things crockpot!) and blueberry bread pudding. I was in HEAVEN! Spending time with this friend reminded me of comforting afternoons at my grandmother’s house, as well as in the kitchen of a dear family friend.
My grandmother mastered the art of comfort food. If you were battling the sniffles, or just having a bad day, you could always find something warm and welcoming in her kitchen. I very much appreciate the art of pouring love into the dishes that I make. I am learning and testing new recipes these days – some for my severely allergic kiddo, and others just for healthy, alternative fun with friends. The greatest cooking tidbit that I learned from my grandmother, and people like her, was that love can be tasted. If you simply throw a few ingredients together, and just mindlessly follow a recipe, the end result may taste ok. However, if you focus on each item, and have the best of intentions for the people who will eat the meal, you can create a culinary masterpiece that soothes all the way to a person’s soul.
I have zero plans of cooking much until I no longer feel like crud. I am thinking of great food to prepare when I am feeling better, and I hope that when I prepare these dishes that I can help those who taste them to feel warmth, comfort, and love.
I wish all of you a lovely week!
Until next time,
All of my friends will tell you this: I don’t have time to talk to anyone on the phone, or listen to my favorite talk radio, until I am waiting in the school drop-off/pick up line, or the dry cleaners‘ car service line, walking through the grocery store, or…ok, I’ll admit it…hiding in the bathroom (not using the bathroom… just…hiding. I can’t be the only Mom who does that…right?).
I heard an exchange on one of my favorite morning XM radio shows, and it made me think about a conversation with a few of my friends. A radio host discussed an interesting article by Britni Danielle, and stated what most of my friends & I already think: if you are a woman who doesn’t trust other women, they aren’t the problem, you are. I truly believe that what we detest and judge the most about other people is often what we fear or see in ourselves. For example, let’s talk about bad jokes: you know, the ones about hair, ethnicity, weight, etc. Most (not all) of the time, these jokes are being told by people who perhaps a) suffered as recipients of such jokes, and fear being victimized again; b) fear or hate those very things about their own lives; c) fear that others will like that person better, so they’d better bring them down a notch. Pretty petty, right? Have you noticed the key word yet?
So, what gives? Why are we afraid to be friends? Why can’t we support another woman, even if she does things differently? Some people think that we just aren’t wired to be able to do so; I believe differently. I believe that when you love yourself that you are capable of loving others. You cannot give what you do not have. If you are happy with your health and weight, you are less likely to judge another person’s weight. You might give support or encouragement, but you wouldn’t find a reason to demean them. If you are happy with how things are going in your own marriage, you don’t have the time or energy to waste discussing another person’s relationship. If you know that you are loved, and you love yourself, you are free to give love to others.
I say that we can start to make things easier. Rather than wasting our time and energy to debate parenting, breastfeeding, liposuction, hair color, how many sports we are pushing our kids to master, or any of the other mundane things that we use to draw battle lines, why not celebrate each other? I appreciate that I can be who I am with my friends, and they accept me. I cherish that I don’t have to guess how they will react to something. We love each other because we accept how much we are loved. It is like the reciprocal principle that is found throughout the Bible: if you want something, then do something. If you want friends, then be friendly. If you want blessings, then be a blessing.
I think that it is pretty simple. The next time you feel the need to say, “oh, I could never trust them,” ask yourself if you should be trusted. Before you begin to tell the off-color joke, search within yourself for the motive. Are we less satisfied with our own lives? Are we fearful that people will see us differently, or prefer someone else? Before we start the gossip, let’s confirm our true motive. We all deserve love, and to live our lives to the fullest, so let’s work to expand our hearts to love ourselves enough to love others.
Until next time,
The video hits a little too close to home…and pretty much represents the day I had
Happy Monday, loves! I hope that you enjoyed your weekend!
I am recovering from a whirlwind trip with the Bald Genius and Superkiddo. We had the pleasure of meeting up with a dear family, and Superkiddo spent time with his favorite child author. No, I didn’t say children’s author, I said child author. This phenomenally talented writer published his first book when he was only in the 2nd grade. Helping Man is a delightful book, and we were so honored to spend time with Jalen and his family this weekend.
I have to admit it: although I allow myself a dietary cheat day now and then, I discovered a “trigger drug” last Friday. While Superkiddo bonded with fellow superhero kids, I tried a less than remotely close to healthy dessert. I will probably need to run a marathon to work it off, and I didn’t even consume half of it! A day or so later, I found myself thinking about this dessert. I just had to have another one! Thankfully, the concoction was nearly 200 miles from my home, and there was no way to replicate it in any establishment near me. I was reminded of what it was like before Mamavation, and before I learned what I could and couldn’t do.
This isn’t intended to make light of another person’s struggle, and I do realize that many fight to overcome an addiction to food just as they would to a controlled substance. I am aware of how much I have grown, and become sensitive enough to listen to my body. I allowed myself to enjoy something, without giving myself permission to go off the deep end. I haven’t become one of those health nut poster children, who vow to never partake of any of the favorites from the past, but I am now someone who knows what is best for my body. Could I have a milkshake for dessert everyday, or even once a week? Definitely not. Could I enjoy one, not finish it, and not race out to buy one the next day? Uhhh I’m working on it, but so far, yes.
I have to mention Jalen’s family one more time. It really moved me, at times to tears, to witness another family with a superhero kid. Superkiddo bonded instantly with Jalen and his Superbrothers, and the Bald Genius & I connected with the Superparents. I applaud parents who recognize and support the gifts and strengths of their children, as well as invest in their futures. Many people have bleak views of the days ahead, but I see hope for the world because of little boys like Jalen Helping Man Butler, his amazing Superbrothers, and my very own Superkiddo.
I think that we owe it to future generations to make our world a much better place, and to teach them how to excel and live well. One of the many great lessons that we can teach is how to make wise decisions. Even Superkiddo recognized my milkshake dilemma: Hey, Mom, it was fun for you to try it, but I bet that you know not to do it again soon. You’re right, Superkiddo. I had to refer to one of my Mamavation hazing slogans: nothing can taste as good as being healthy can feel. I may have to repeat it SEVERAL times while I convince my taste buds and brain that my large salad for lunch is much better than that milkshake…
Until next time,