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Are you Stuck in Neutral?

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 5 May, 2014 None comments

Are you left in Neutral searching for the right path to take? Are you waiting for that Message in a Bottle to come find it’s way to you? Are you waiting for that phone call for the perfect job? Are you waiting?

Christ calls us to wait, but in the midst of waiting we must pursue what we know. We will always have enough information to take steps in moving forward rather than sitting in complacently on the couch.

Don’t wait on the couch, wait while being active. Christ calls us to move ahead and press on.

Thanks to: jamespoulter.co.uk

This week at Church our pastor talked about living in a state of complacency forgetting to push forward. Choosing to overlook the obstacles we face on a daily basis and keeping active should be our primary focus. If we remain complacent and focus on the obstacles we will never get around them and begin a full, healthy life in Christ. We forget how often our past controls our present failing to deal with it and move ahead. Jim (our Pastor) said “God loves working with a moving target.” Meaning, the more we are pushing ahead and trusting the Lord to provide direction, the more we move ahead and begin an extraordinary life.

I thought this was the perfect message for me this morning as I can often focus on the obstacles that lie ahead, rather then the bigger issue: “what am I doing to deepen my walk with Christ?” Sometimes I am a big planner and other times, not so much. I can fly by the seat of my pants pretty well, but sometimes I really need a schedule. When it comes to Cooper, I prefer a schedule. When it comes to traveling, I can fly by the seat of my pants. Any planning will be left to my husband as I am content just being on vacation. When it comes to our relationship with Christ, “flying by the seat of our pants” is often a good thing. God wants us to be active and pursuing His plans for our life rather than sitting on the couch hoping we will receive a letter in the mail telling us where to go.

Moment of Truth: These are my thoughts of the day for us all to soak in. Don’t remain stagnant. Christ has called us to go and make disciples. That means go, move, take action and listen for direction! What else matters in life apart from Christ? Nothing!

Timeliness

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 4 May, 2014 None comments

Timeliness is everywhere in life. We try and get to work on time, church, bible study, kids sporting activities, dinner dates, play dates, piano recitals, so on and so forth. Everything revolves around time. I’ve come to realize as I have just passed my second anniversary and am coming up on my sons 2nd birthday that life does not slow down. Do I want to be controlled by time or do I want to control the time I have?

How do we feel accomplished in our day? Do we lay our heads on our pillow at night feeling we didn’t quite get everything done that we had hoped or anticipated we would? What was on your list that you wish you could have accomplished? Was it worthwhile? Was it beneficial to your family and your soul, or was is an activity that we make important in our households that may not necessarily be that important?

These are questions that have filled my mind as of recent since the whirlwind began a month ago. The chaos of my day as of recent has been filled with three tiny souls longing to be loved and taught to love. The important things such as making my bed in the morning has taken a backseat. Washing every dish in the sink and vacuuming the floor has become less than an hourly or daily chore. My cleanliness obsession has begun to take a reality check as chasing three kids around doesn’t accomplish this task. Picking what really matters on a daily basis has become the new normal for me. Realizing it’s almost impossible to get anywhere early but roughly right on time or 5 minutes late; I’ve got this down to a science.

Realizing my life has taken a turn of utter chaos not all good and not all bad, has brought to my attention as I can’t believe this year has already brought us to the 5th month of 2014. I feel like we just got through the holidays and found out my mother-in-law was sick. Here we are in May and my son is almost 2 years old. Wondering where the time went and where it continues to still go baffles me beyond belief. The only thing I can stop and do is be thankful for the day I am in. This hasn’t been an easy concept for me, but the older I get, the longer I am married, and the older my son gets makes me realize time only goes faster, not slower. I want to relish in the day I am currently in and find the blessings in the tough days I wish I could sleep away.

As my son reaches his second birthday and we just passed our second anniversary I can humbly say, I’ve learned a lot in 2 full years. This is no understatement. Those of you who know me, know the struggles our family has faced and have been there to love and care for us through the process. Knowing God is doing a mighty work is extremely encouraging even when the hardship seems to cloud the work God is doing. I heard it once said, “It takes failure to bring success!” This caught my attention and made me realize we would never grow if we didn’t face hard circumstances in life forcing uncomfortability. As much as I want the extraordinary life, it also requires trials to bring perseverance which brings about a deeper relationship with Christ. We can’t get there without learning along the way.

My goal is to bring glory to God and be a blessing to my family. I want the world to know there is a happiness and peace that comes from trials knowing God is holding my hand along the way. The world would like to keep us blind to real happiness and often they succeed. It’s easy to get caught up in the mundane of life and allow petty things to dictate our accomplishments of the day. I know there are many times I lay my head to rest running down my mental checklist of what I got done and need to do the following day. These are not important tasks. After losing my mother-in-law, being reminded that all of her accomplishments in her career were nothing that lasted. They fall away but her soul remains. Nothing in her life that was career driven, self driven or for worldly pleasure went with her when she passed. The moment she took her last breath at 60 years old, none of that was important. Her soul, heart and mind is ALL that mattered.

Moment of Truth: What are you striving for in life? Is it worthwhile? Will it last for eternity or is it temporary? Strive to be more than this world has to offer.

Wonderful Accomplishment

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 3 May, 2014 None comments

Last night I was trying to get my son dinner, bath and bed. As usual we were playing outside for over two hours to have him rudely awakened to coming inside. My son would live out side and be the jungle boy if I let him. He loves outside no matter how long we are out there, he never wants to come back in. It’s a fight every time.

Tonight, was no different than any other night. He cried coming in and didn’t want to eat dinner. In the midst of this the neighborhood cat was stomping around and popped up to our door (it’s a glass door) and Cooper got so excited. So, trying to distract him and make him happy, I held him and out we went. We followed the cat around but this cat unfortunately was not scared of Cooper and wanted to be petted. Trying to scare him away as I did not want my son touching a stray cat, my great idea went south pretty quickly. Down Cooper went, around the house following the cat trying to pet him. Finally, the cat wanders off realizing not pets were being handed out. Crying once again, we head back inside to attempt dinner!

I’m starting to realize the evenings are everything but easy. My intentions are great, but do not work out in my favor most of the time. My husband gets home in the midst of the chaos unfortunately adding to the scene almost every night. Although his intentions are to come home and play with Cooper, his late arrival can be challenging with a tired, hungry boy refusing food. If you are following me, my patience has evaporated by the end of the day. :)

Tonight, after I got Cooper wrangled inside for the second time, Michael walks in the door at 6:40 (20 minutes before his supposed bedtime) to take him back outside….ugg all my hard work defeated once again. While they were out there, Michael took his dinner trying to sneak bites in and be helpful. Although this didn’t work, he started the negotiation process. Cooper is too young to negotiate and truly understand what that means but to my surprise Michael was able to negotiate one round of staying outside a little longer if he took a bite. Not sure if Coop really knew what he was doing, but this was quite the surprise to me. It was pretty cute to see the boys out there negotiating play time over chicken nuggets.

A few minutes later, we get him bathed and on to dinner one more time. I saw Michael had some chocolate chips that he snuck to Cooper without me seeing. He had one left and Michael tried to get him to do the same thing, take a bite of chicken and get the chocolate chip. That did not work and ended quickly. The desire for more chips were an immediate reaction that I was left to conquer.

I decided to test this theory and see if Cooper really knew what was going on and if he simply had me deceived that he was too young or if he simply has me wrapped around his cute little finger. Pulling out five small chocolate chips, I repeated the same thing. “One bite of chicken, one chocolate chip!” Finally, five minutes goes by and he’s just livid. I decide to put the chocolate chips away to not reinforce bad behavior as we have previously done.

As I put them on the counter things got worse, but only for a minute. I offered him the same thing “one bite of chicken (or strawberry), one chocolate chip.” He reached for the strawberry and proceeded to place it within his tiny mouth. He rapidly chewed it and received a chocolate chip. His cute little smile and poofy cheeks while trying to eat the strawberry and the chip at the same time was pretty adorable. Pointing his finger asking for one more, he grabbed another strawberry and received another chip. The third time, he reached for the last THREE pieces of strawberry and shoved all three in his mouth before beginning to chew. Super cute and smiling so large while juice dripped down his little chin was a laughing moment we both shared together. This moment made my day and to see him not only take to the negotiation process but to finally shove it all in so he could be done quicker was beyond me.

Showing me all the strawberries were gone!

We laughed together and he received the last three chocolate chips for such amazing behavior! OR….shall I say because he is the cutest child on the face of this earth and we are now sharing jokes together as mommy and son. :)

Moment of Truth: Once realizing my negotiation skills worked, it was a reminder that it wasn’t about negotiating but the simple fact he and I worked together and accomplished a task and it all ended in smiles. :)

Moment of the Day

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 2 May, 2014 None comments

Oh my! Do you ever have those moments you can’t believe just happened? You do not want to tell anyone because you are embarrassed but it’s too funny to keep quiet. This is exactly what happened to me while I was standing over the toilet this morning.

We have begun the slow process of trying to gain interest in potty training with my son. He actually has absolutely no interest in his little skunk potty. I bought him this cute little potty as he thoroughly enjoys saying “ewwww” for anything and everything. I told him that skunks say “eww” when you go potty hoping this would spark a fire in him to want to begin the process. Since that hasn’t worked, I began allowing him in the bathroom when I go. (I know, the things we do as parents) We stand over the potty and say “buh-bye” potty when we flush! He loves to do this so much so, that when I tell him I have to go potty, he runs back there waving buh-bye. He also will try and flush the toilet just to watch it go around and around even when we haven’t used it.

Okay, so now that I already shared more then I would prefer with you, this morning we had the same routine. I told him it’s potty time and we run into the bathroom. As we are standing over the potty waving buh-bye, he throws his hands in the toilet swirling around his little hands yelling with extreme excitement “buh-bye, buh-bye, buh-bye.” I reacted quickly but not quickly enough. This little man splashed potty water all over the floor and had quite the mess to clean up. Being the germ-a-phob that I am, I was hoping scrubbing his hands was enough to truly clean them.

Sweet baby trying to show me his teeth because he refuses to smile for me. :)

My little stinker really became a stinker today. Loving on him through the blessed moments knowing we’ve had a lot of rough moments this past month. :)

Moment of the Day

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 30 April, 2014 None comments

Moment of the Day:

Wishing I could blame the two chunks of Macaroni and Cheese I found entangled in my hair on my son, but unfortunately that wasn’t possible. He was resting his precious little eyes while I was cleaning and eating at the same time attempting to get as much housework done in as little time as possible. I grabbed a piece of my hair to run my fingers through the ends of it out of habit, and found something wet…two pieces of mac n’ cheese had been resting themselves in my hair for approximately an hour after eating. Yuck…this hopefully eludes to the chaos of my life and the exhaustion I have been feeling. Falling asleep consistently around 8:30 at night has been my M.O. lately.

Funeral Service

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 30 April, 2014 1 comments

The emotional roller coaster hit the tippy-top yesterday when we went to the funeral for my mother-in-law. The emotions filled our eyes as we were at the gravesite burying her ashes. The mixed emotion of laying ashes underground is always perplexing to my soul. I understand our souls live on but the concept of burying a loved one in the earth is a weird concept to me.

This was a very emotional beginning of the day for my husband. As we proceeded on to the memorial service at our church, I was beyond grateful for the women who put it all together. Their gracious hands helped make the room look incredible and the food taste delectable. It is a blessing to truly have a church step up and be the body of Christ as we are supposed to be. This was a true testament to our faith and church!

My husband was filled with sadness as we observed the photos and displays all around the room while they prepped the slideshow and music before the service started. It was a reality check to have my husband burry his mother and realize his estranged parents are no longer with us. This past month has brought years of history to surface and questions longing to be answered that no longer will hold an answer. The confusion, anger, hurt and sadness fills his broken soul.

Before the service began, we met an incredible amount of family that we never knew existed let alone lived in our backyard. They are all incredibly nice but what does it all mean? What relationships will form, if any? Are they willing to reach out and be there as family should? Why hadn’t they in the past? The questions fill our minds as the overwhelming meet-and-greet took place. The service itself was well done and emotional. The hard part for us as the new comers, is the fact that her career was the most important thing to her. My husband longed for a piece of that importance. Longed to know her as her co-workers did and longed for her to be his mother for years prior. This longing and desire is no longer able to be met. The hardship of hearing the stories sunk to the pit of our tummies as colleague upon colleague shared stories.

The bad comes with the good. We had three months of really good conversations and getting to know one another on a deeper level, but three months compared to a life time is a blink of an eye. The past 35 years flashed before my husbands eyes posing a lot of pain and heartache that he is left to figure out. This has been a complex puzzle for him and we long to finish it so our kids do not have to travel the same path. Breaking generational sin, hurt and abandonment is our utmost desire.

Although we are incredibly grateful for the three months, it’s been anything but easy. Praying for a difference and healing in my husband is the deepest desire for me as his wife. Knowing I can do absolutely nothing but pray for him is a difficult task but a refreshing task. God has it under control and it’s not my control!

As the days proceed, I hope healing comes and I hope relationships continue. We will see what lies ahead and hope the Lord brings grace upon is as this past three months and more so the past month has been utterly exhausting.

Moment of Truth: I’m learning to grasp the reality of “now” rather than past and future. Holding to what is current and rolling with the punches will help calm the storm we’ve entered and are hoping to be exiting now. As the days progress and my husband deals with the new “normal,” I pray I have the words and wisdom to provide when necessary.

Toddler Two’s

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 27 April, 2014 None comments

Not quite wanting to jump straight in and call it the terrible twos, I decided I would give Cooper the benefit of the doubt as the past two weeks have been pretty ridiculously crazy. Between my mother-in-law passing away, Cooper being hospitalized, mommy and daddy taking off for a couple of days to only be rudely awakened to my arrival home along with 2 additional children all within the same hour. With all the chaos I feel I can’t get too upset with Cooper. My patience this past week has been tested and tested with Cooper’s whining and crying and food tantrums while grasping the ropes of having three kids to care for.

Yesterday was a brutal day. Everything we did he wanted us right by his side to partake in his activities. The screaming and hitting that begins to follow the let down is horrific. This is a side of my child I have never seen before. It all began after we were hospitalized, he was a perfect gem prior and it is almost as if they unleashed the two-year old tantrums for us. Learning how to communicate with a child that cannot reason is extremely difficult. Feelings of inadequacy fill my soul as I begin to feel like a horrible parent with a child that is hitting me for not getting his way. Trying to figure out what lines of discipline are appropriate for his personality and age is the challenging part.

I blame the hospital for this child that now screams and hits me because I sure don’t know what light switched got turned on or off since that wretched night. Previously, I could say his name with authority and he would look at me and instantly stop. Now a days, that means nothing to him. The battle of him learning boundaries and testing limits has been fascinating and difficult for him and I. The simply fact that a child is growing his little brain enough to understand when mommy says no doesn’t mean that he still can’t do it, is actually fascinating. Their little minds and souls are beginning to take place and explore their big and beautiful world while mommy sets limits on their big and beautiful world is now confusing. Taking the time to remember his little brain cannot process like mine, is a good reminder to help want to teach him rather than get upset.

Realizing I can’t implement perfect behavior is hard considering we really were blessed with a well-behaved child to now shaking in my boots trying to figure out if we took the wrong child home from the hospital. This cute little man can quickly wrap me around his little finger to get what he wants, but now……life has changed. Those cute little moments are not so cute anymore. The cute behavior in asking for more treats is only a sugar high that can’t be contained. Those cute little moments of wanting to play with his train table are now taking apart the track and throwing them across the room. Those cute little moments of wanting to snuggle are now anything but a snuggle! Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a doll and beyond adorable! But it’s those little moments that cloud my mind of the good times! I know he is learning, I know this is all normal for his age and development, but what I don’t know is how to not feel like a bad mom while trying to figure out what works for us!

Realizing raising my voice will only complicate the situation or scare him because I am supposed to love him and his little mind cannot separate the two and spanking is not for our household is a battle of learning what works for him. He can’t quite understand timeout but he can understand it a lot more than when I raise my voice. Having done this a couple of times, I feel horrible after knowing it accomplished nothing and ended up making me feel horrible! Ahhh– the battle of learning even more as a parent as every child responds differently.

Something about raising children simply doesn’t get the acknowledgment and respect is so deserves. Every mother out there knows what I am saying. Every man out there is oblivious to what it really takes to raise a child, implement proper behavioral skills, show love and teach respect along with all the household duties that follow. This is beyond a mans imagination and because we do it, they do not have to worry about it because it’s already done. I want to thank every mom out there for their job in raising their children and the immense pressure it takes to want to raise your child the best possible. God ingrained in women how to care and nurture for their family. He ingrained in the men how to be a hard worker and provide for their families. This is a blessing that we’ve been given and in the little moments that seem monumental, remember God gave you everything you need to make it through the next moment of bliss or tantrums.

So, with that, I will set out on my day to take the opportunity that maybe today we can take a positive step in learning our boundaries together and implementing something better today that wasn’t there yesterday.

Moment of Truth: Raising children is character building. Are you raising them to have confidence and respect, or are you teaching them how to walk all over you and get what they want because their attitude is too much sometimes that you quickly give in?

3 Little Munchkins

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 26 April, 2014 None comments

I returned home late Monday night to be awakened with a reality I wasn’t ready for. My son woke up really early allowing for a cranky attitude for not getting as much sleep and also to pay my back from being gone for so long. I also had to bid my parents ado for coming and staying with Cooper and than taking off to begin their journey home. I proceeded to grocery shop and then have two little munchkins arrive at our house at 11:30. Yes, this all took place before 11:30 in the morning. Mind you, I got home and in bed at 11:30 the previous night. Our vacation ended abruptly bringing a reality check the following morning that once you leave your destination vacation, your vacation has officially vanished into thin air leaving you with nothing but a distant memory.

I have agreed to watch two additional little munchkins for a gal who needs some help for a few months. The blessing is I am watching them within our dwelling which is helpful for Cooper especially since we just returned home and all of a sudden have a houseful. These two little munchkins are 2 years and 4 years old leaving me with 2 two years old and a 4 year old. Two boys and one girl. It is very time consuming, not that I didn’t know this already having my own, but three kids is a lot. I am excited to have playmates for Cooper, but I didn’t realize how tiring it was until I decided that 8:30 last night I was ready for bed.

I’ve had a couple comments that this will help prepare more for having more children, but lets be honest, it’s entirely different watching someone else’s children than your own. I think every mom would agree to this comment as there is a different relationship built. Not good or bad, but different. Different boundaries are help with someone else’s kids rather than my own. I can discipline Cooper the way I see fit because he is my child. I don’t take the role as a caregiver. I still implement rules to keep the kids getting along and setting boundaries to help things flow more smoothly.

I think it’s a really good opportunity for all the kids to be around playmates and force them to learn it is okay to share toys. I’ve enjoyed the little girl as well, considering I do not get a lot of girl interaction and she is your typical girly girl. It’s fun to do crafts and hear princess stories while the boys thrash around and do what boys do; be destructive. :)

Needless to say, I am busy with three kids 3 days a week, Bible study and volunteering at my church along with working for Jamberry, holding the household together, cooking, cleaning, and keeping my stories coming for you all. I definitely am busy, no doubt about that! They are all good things but I am learning how to better manage the little time I have. How to cook lunch and dinner while kids are running around and also wanting to interact with them while picking up toys and trying to keep things clean.

This is the end of my cleaning…wishing I would have snapped a photo of the beginning state!

Yesterday started off a bit challenging. Kids came over, Cooper had a very nasty diaper that needed immediate attention. Realizing it was beyond my diaper skills, I went to start the bath. Returning to get the little munchkin realizing there is a trail behind him from one end of the house to the other. He managed to rip his diaper open and all the gel within the diaper was spread like cotton all throughout the house. If any of you have had experience with the inside gel of a diaper, you know it is IMPOSSIBLE to clean up. No vacuum, broom or mop could take care of this mess. It was amazing to me how impossible this gel really is. It took me forever to try and get the entire mess cleaned up while Cooper kept losing his balance and would slip like a deer on ice trying to walk to me on the wet floor. The frustration arose in both of us as I couldn’t clean it up fast enough and he was so frustrated why he couldn’t walk across the floor as usual.

Sweet baby so happy to have his Lil Coupe for the Coop oblivious to what had just taken place.

I have a new appreciation for diapers and the way the gel works to hold everything in there for hours, but I also have a huge hatred in my heart for the gel when it escapes the diaper leaving my wood floors an utter disaster.

Moment of Truth: Sometimes life is unmanageable and seems out of control! It happens, we all have those days that seem to begin imperfectly, yet they can get better. A new day comes, or the moment passes leaving those memories to be laughable. Kids bring about crazy experiences yet I wouldn’t’ change it for anything. I still love my munchkin even though he has no clue what I do to clean up after him while his day consists only of play and sleep. Oh the glorious innocence of little minds!

Enough is Enough

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 25 April, 2014 None comments

As a mom you know the little joys that take place all throughout the day, or perhaps you know the little annoyances that are testing your patience. I’ve longed to be a mom for as long as I could remember. I used to play with my water baby who seemed so real and would pretend she was my child. She my baby and I was going to take her anywhere and everywhere with me. Where I got this notion, I’m not too sure, but I do know it has been a longing since I can remember putting the white jammies with little red hearts on her saying I would care for her as long as I lived.

Becoming a parent for me, happened entirely different than I had dreamt of. I thought I would get married and fall helplessly in love, travel and be the happiest family on the face of this earth. I did fall in love and I do travel with my family, but it didn’t happen in the order I had scheduled on my agenda. I got pregnant after knowing my husband for a short 6 months to only test the boundaries of love and what that meant for the little child within my belly. We decided to take the plunge and get married two months prior to our little bundle of joy entering this world. We traveled within three months of him being born and still do. We’ve made it work, it hasn’t been easy but we’ve accomplished the unthinkable. It’s been a long journey, there are days you think it would be easier to run away and give up. There are moments of wondering who my spouse truly is amongst the crying and laughter filling the house. There are moments of curiosity: will my husband and I get along without the babe around? Will we learn the depths of one another’s soul even with a toddlers pitter-patter running rampant throughout the house. These are all questions that are posed in the midst of falling in love and creating love all at the same time. But when the end of the day hits, I am blessed and thankful!

There are many challenges to starting life the way my husband and I did. But, there are many joys and blessings that we wouldn’t have, had we not go pregnant and married. The pure bliss of our family is a blessing no matter the hardship that has occurred. You have to be willing to accept the difficult times along with the good. Fighting for your marriage no matter the cost. Choosing to get to know your spouse on a deeper level whenever possible. Choosing to let your family be your life!

These are all things I’ve chosen to accept knowing that it will not be easy. My husband and I have officially been married for two years now as of this month. We look back and thank one another for being there through all the challenges we’ve had. We’ve gone through A LOT within those two years battling cancer, death, my health, my sons hospitalizations, extended family drama and addictions as well as every day life. I firmly believe if we can make it through that, we can make it through anything. We’ve dealt with more than we bargained for and have chosen to accept it and keep learning and growing with one another. I love my husband beyond description. I know he was meant for me since the day we were born. There are so many positives amongst the challenges and often, we overlook the good.

Two people come from entirely different pasts, and that is a loaded guns as is. :) When you deal with extended family there are many things that encompass “family.” Good and bad. Relating to one another looks different than how my husband grew up. I grew up extremely conservative while he grew up in a family of immense wealth and prestige. He also grew up with very little love and acceptance and dealing with things a young child should never have to deal with. Bringing his family and past into our marriage was a handful for me just as much as the love and extreme communication in my family was a challenge for him. Our idea of a family looked different. We have had to learn to adapt and grow with what we’ve learned throughout life and mesh together our new “normal.”

With all of that to say, sometimes I get caught up in the mundane of life and say “enough is enough!” Forgetting how far we have come, home many more years of love and growth we have with one another, more traveling, more living and more being! Enough is enough when I have lost every ounce of patience with a crying child throwing temper tantrums and becoming severely dehydrated and being hospitalized all in the same week of losing my mother-in-law. Feeling I have to hold everything together, I do my best to not fall apart. I reached the end of myself last week three days before we left town for vacation. Realizing that I wouldn’t have the love of my husband and son had we not taken the road we are on. With all the hardship and patience being worn, that’s all because I am married and have a little munchkin to share my life with. The little moments outweigh the challenging moments. Life keeps ticking away and the hours keep fading, but what still remains is my family of three. I’m thankful I do not have to embark on this life alone. I’m thankful I have a husband who comes home every night, I’m thankful I have a family to share dinner with and cook for. I’m thankful for the laughter that fills my home while my husband and son play. I’m thankful to travel with my husband alone and get to know him even more than I already do. I am thankful and blessed for the little things. Enough IS enough! I have enough and am blessed to have enough! I have the little giggles, I have the little hugs and struggle to enunciate the beginnings of his vocabulary. The incredible knowledge this little man holds is enough for my soul. I have enough with my husband. The moments together of laughter and holding one another, the planning of our future. The talk of more children. Cooking romantic meals for one another and simply being together is enough!

Sometimes mommy cannot be and do everything for the family. We tend to take on this role and try to fulfill the families desires, simply forgetting that we are an individual as well. We take on the roles of wife, mommy, housekeeper, taxi driver, chef, accountant and much more forgetting I am still Me without all the titles. Embrace the titles you hold! Without your family you wouldn’t have these titles. Sometimes they become draining but they are more exciting than having no titles and being needed by those you love. We are needed as a wife and mommy and through the constant questions and nagging, you are needed and have enough! At the end of the day, my frustrations and lack of patience is and will continue to diminish as I embrace the positive in having enough.

Here is an article that I saw this morning and thought it was beyond a good reminder on why we wear all the hats of being a wife and mom. It’s the little things that last; chores and cleaning will always remain but our little munchkins grow up!

Enough is Enough-Read this article to remind you of why you choose to be a mom and a wife!

Moment of Truth: Embrace the day for the simple fact that you are needed to help supply the needs of your family. You are needed to create the relationships and security between your family and you are the biggest blessing to your family. Embrace the little kisses, hugs and words that are uttered from your rug rats and embrace the welcome home kiss from your husband after his long day at work. Embrace the family dinners and family walks together. Embrace life; enough is enough!

Be Thankful Even in the Little Things

Posted by Delightfully Doable on 25 April, 2014 None comments

It’s the little things that often catch my attention the most, the little things that keep my perspective fresh and full of abundance. The little things that make me yearn for more of life’s blessings rather than dwelling in the dirty waters that seem to fill my day.

This morning as I was driving my tired soul to church, I was stopped at a red light observing what was currently taking place in the sidewalk ahead of me. I saw a blind man walking across the street with a walking stick to help him avoid any bumps along the way. I was beyond surprised by his confidence in walking through a popular intersection without hesitation.

This scene took me aback and made me contemplate his reality. He’s blind, must proceed with life, and can’t wait around for someone to always help him. He was confident, successful and what appeared to me, to be thankful he could get out and about. Why do we take our sight and hearing for granted? I know I do, I do not think that my sight may be taken from me or that I may never hear again. I can’t imagine the obstacles in life you are faced with simply by these two things we forget we’ve been blessed with.

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This simply moment brought me to thankfulness while my son clearly sees many exciting features outside of his window that he continually points out. He constantly talks and responds to my questions showing his little ears hear and hear so well. This was a great moment to remember it’s the little things that are the biggest blessings.

Moment of Truth: As you walk throughout your day, practice being thankful for the little things you have been blessed with. Thankfulness lifts you above your current circumstances blessing you with a fresh perspective.