Well that was fun!! I don’t know about you but I have a serious love hate relationship with Christmas. This year my procrastinating tendencies caught up with me and honestly I didn’t handle it oh so well. There may have been some anxiety and stress. In the end, as always
we I got through it and I was able to look back at it all, laugh, smile and see all the fun we had!!
This is just a glimpse at some of the crazy fun I had!!
Driving around running errands is sooooo not the glamourous life. Nor is it at all entertaining.
Sometimes a momma has to do what a momma has to do…
“Mommy do you know what?” Francine smiles as she asks from the back seat of the car
“No I don’t know what!” I tease, “I have never met him. What does he look like? Is he tall?”
“MOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!” she sighs sooooo not into it.
(sometimes my humor is lost on my little ones….sighhhhh)
“Where does he live? Is he nice ? Have you met what? Does he like broccoli? Does he wear shoes?” I go on because I can not resist.
“MooOOOmmMMMMMM do you know whhhhattttt?”
“I told you I don’t know what! I’ve never met him. Does he live near here?” I answer with a straight face
“Ohhhh mom!!! Never mind!!” she says as she slumps back into her seat.
I give her a smile in the rearview mirror as I catch her rolling her eyes to look out the window.
WHAT?! I think I’m a hoot!
It was Monday. Elena did her usual link up motivational post. This time she added something… a new something… a special something… an inspiring something. She added an optional writing prompt for this Monday’s link up: Standing Taller. It was more than a prompt to me. I was inspired, I was all in and then it was my mission. Wait… What does standing taller even mean to me? How do I stand taller? What makes me stand taller? Do I even stand tall? Do I need to work on standing taller?
It was my favorite day of the work week… The night of the week I get to stop and buy dinner. The night I don’t have to cook. I walked into Jimmy John’s to order sandwiches. “Hi welcome to do a Jimmy John’s. What can we get you?”
The girls were fantastic. Olivia crossed off the list and Francine pick things off the shelf. No fighting, no whining… a small mommy victory, my own personal moment. Walking to the checkout line at the grocery store the cashier warmly says hello to Olivia and Francine. Olivia shies away at first. “You’re with me sweetie. It’s okay to say hi,” I say to Olivia.
I was busy answering e-mails and getting things done on the computer. I was a machine and my To Do list was quickly dwindling… yeah me! A colleague at work walked into my room. She wanted to run some ideas by me and share an exciting new program she was using. I looked up to say Hi and welcome her in. I was on a roll… I was getting things done! I kept working as she started talking. I nodded, uh-huh uh-huh and I briefly looked up.
Then it all made sense to me.
I started to place my order. My eyes instantly looked to the floor as I talked. Why was I you looking down? I’m a confident, strong woman with nothing to prove or be intimidated by. It was the freckin’ Jimmy John’s order guy for goodness sakes. I looked up from the floor and looked him in the eyes. I continued with my order. My shoulders instantly went back, my face lit up a bit and my 5’11 frame stood taller.
Olivia shied away. A mom look and a friendly mom nudge was all it took. She instantly stood taller, confidently looked the woman in the eyes and said, “Hi”. A smile quickly came to her face and a hands over her head, 1 foot, spinning ballet twirl showed me how happy she was with herself.
My collegue continues to share. My head was still in the computer, but I was listening. I stopped. I looked up, closed the computer and looked her straight in the eyes. A smile came over her face. Her shoulders went back a little. My attention was fully hers.
Eye contact can mean so many different things. Some cultures value it, while some are intimidated or even offended by it. Families put varying levels of importance on it. To me, this prompt, this challenge, this mission reminded me…My eyes.
The simple act of looking someone in the eyes…
It requires confidence in me, confidence in who am and confidence in what I am saying. Making good eye contact makes me stand taller. Most importantly, eye contact shows people I am confident in myself. Eye contact shows people we are confident ourselves. Eye contact shows others they they are important to us. Eye contact gives us all a little more height.
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the time has come to celebrate ourselves… myself!
It’s your turn now…
The sun is shining. Thank god we finally have a real summer day. 90 degrees, dry air, so hot if you are not at the pool you are not outside. Olivia, Francine and I head to the pool. This is definitely the summer I get to see if they finally have what it takes to hang at the pool. Wake up in the morning, eat breakfast, pack a lunch, swim, eat lunch and swim some more until it is dinner time, hang at the pool.
Bathing suits were everywhere. Duh we were at the pool. You know not many of us actually look good in a bathing suit. We can only be lucky enough to find a bathing suit that will hide some of our flaws. A suit that will hide just enough of our flaws so we feel good enough about ourselves to be at the public pool.
Still more bathing suits. Some of them really cute. Some of them really cute, but not cute or even flattering on the person wearing it. You know there are only a hand full of women that after say 30 and/or kids look good in a bikini. I often wonder do they know how they look in that suit? Is their body image off? Do they just want to wear the suit because they like it and they do not care how it looks on them? Doesn’t anyone that loves them tell them it is not flattering on them?
Bathing suits and body image began to make me think. Bathing suit shopping is never easy. My girls still have their boy like figures, no curves, still a baby fat pooch that comes and goes with each growth spurt. Never do we have to give a second thought in how they will look in the suit only what is the cutest one we can find. What would I say to one of my daughters if they were not so trim? When will my girls start to worry about how they look in a swim suit? What do moms say to their girls when they reach that stage when the baby fat starts to impact how clothes fit? How do moms balance ensuring their girls have a healthy self image but educate their young girls on what looks best on their body type?
Olivia: “Mommy, there is sand on my hand.”
Me: “Yes, that’s what happens when you play in the sand. Do you want to go back and play in the pool?”
Olivia: “Yeah!!!! Lets go do kicks!!”
Four hours later Olivia and Francine had proven to me that we were more then ready to hang out at the pool this summer. Towel dried, pink cheeked and still with a little smear of peanut butter on her face from lunch we were ready to leave. We were happy, exhilarated, excited for more pool days and exhausted! (Francine just barely made it to the edge of the parking lot awake) And for now we will embrace who we are without question and enjoy the the pool. Questions will come soon enough!