"To the mom hiding in her bathroom, needing peace for just one minute, as the tears roll down her cheeks..
To the mom who is so tired she feel likes she can't f...unction anymore and would do anything to lay down and get the rest she needs...
To the mom sitting in her car, alone, stuffing food in her face because she doesn’t want anyone else to see or know she eats that stuff…
To the mom crying on the couch after she yelled at her kids for something little and is now feeling guilty and like she is unworthy…
To the mom that is trying desperately to put those old jeans on because all she really wants is to look in the mirror and feel good about herself…
To the mom that doesn’t want to leave the house because life is just too much to handle right now…
To the mom that is calling out for pizza again because dinner just didn’t happen the way she wanted it to…
To the mom that feels alone, whether in a room by herself or standing in a crowd...
You are enough.
You are important.
You are worthy.
This is a phase of life for us. This is a really really hard, challenging, crazy phase of life.
In the end it will all be worth it. But for now it’s hard. And it's hard for so many of us in many different ways. We don't always talk about it, but it's hard and it's not just you.
You are enough.
You are doing your best.
Those little eyes that look up at you - they think you are perfect. They think you are more than enough.
Those little hands that reach out to hold you - they think you are the strongest. They think you can conquer the world.
Those little mouths eating the food you gave them - they think that you are the best because their bellies are full.
Those little hearts that reach out to touch yours - they don’t want anything more. They just want you.
Because you are enough. You are more than enough, mama.
You. Are. Amazing."💙💚
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This year I am making the focus about myself. The way I see it, my family can't be healthy if I am not healthy. Happy Wife, Happy Life. Healthy Mommy, Healthy Home.
I was raised to put people first and have spent my entire life taking care of everyone but myself. My kids are at an age where I need to teach them about self care more than I need to do every thing for them. I did not have a parent who taught me how to be an adult and how to really care for myself, while sti...ll taking care of those who you love. I want my children to know and understand who important taking good care of yourself is, especially when taking care of others. I have not lead a life of example and I own that. It is hard for me to grasp that putting me first is not a bad thing, that it is not selfish and detrimental to my family. This year I will invest in me and not feel ashamed for it or about it and I will begin to teach my teenagers that taking care of yourself first is the best gift you can give anyone.
Good Morning Nesters! I hope we all survived the holidays in one piece.
I am starting 2018 with an optimism and hope I did not bring into 2017...
Today is my baby boy's 16th birthday. It's hard to believe it's been 16 years since I held my D-Fox for the first time. He is over 6 feet tall now and has more facial hair then his dad. He has dreams and aspirations that are not mine and a focus for his life that I did not give him. He has become his own man. I refuse to acc...ept that he may not need me anymore though, because I am his mother and boys will always need their mothers!
This is defiantly a new stage of parenting they don't talk about in all the books you read before the baby comes. Parenting teenagers takes more than just patience and nose plugs. It is this weird balance between making sure to not stop parenting them because they actually still need guidance and support and giving them enough space to learn how to guide and support themselves.
I hope y'all have a great day. I am off to spend the day playing board games with my 16 year old, because he is currently obsessed with board games!
#DFoxis16 #2018 #NewYearNewOutlook #RulingtheNest
Last night The Hubby had this (what he was sure) was a brilliant idea to let T-Dog sleep with us.
As our baby, we are both struggling with her not being a little girl anymore and every so often The Hubby needs her to be little and cuddly again... so in to bed our 12 year old, not so little girl climbed with us.
She cuddled with her daddy, and kicked me in the back, just like when she had been a toddler. She told her daddy a bedtime story and he was sound asleep before a s...ingle light had been turned off.
I however spent the night pushing knees away, avoiding elbows and spitting out hair (the girl has a lot of hair on her head) I tried three times to send her to her own bed through out the night, as I teetered on the edge of the bed, so sure if I moved I would end up on the floor... and each time The Hubby would tell me she was fine, she was not hurting anyone.
We made it through the night, somehow, I don't feel very rested and I am pretty sure that I have a bruise the shape of an knee in the middle of my back, but we survived.
So this morning, as The Hubby and I had coffee at the dinning room table as is our normal on Saturday mornings before he heads off to work, I took the opportunity to once again voice my opinion that our daughter, as much as we love her and as much as we both miss her being our little girl is far too old and too big to sleep with us. I accepted the normal "but hun, she's our baby" response to my disgruntlement, as we have had this conversation far to many times.... except... this morning I got...
"I agree, as nice as it was to cuddle with her, she is way too big for our bed. I feel like I slept in a tent with a bear all night."
I will admit that the feeling of victory is bittersweet, as I have to accept myself that my baby is not a baby, or even a little girl anymore, but a young woman and trying to force her into the little girl role she has played for us is no longer possible.
Moments like this make parenting hard. I never thought about these days, I thought about the days they would be old enough to feed themselves or bath themselves or drive themselves, but never the days they would be to old to be my babies anymore.
I now fully understand why people have that one last baby... even after all their kids are almost grown.
It snowed... In Houston...
People were rolling around in it at 4 AM...
Thankfully I have spent the majority of my life living where it snows all the time, so while others were throwing it at each other I poured a cup of coffee and had a Lorelai Gilmore moment with the first snow of the year. It was nice.
I am having a day.
It's not a bad day... but it does not feel like a good day either.
I feel like I want to be sad. I feel like I want to hide. I feel like I need something, but I don't know what that something is.
I am having a day.