I've gotta tell ya', when I friend of mine called me 'inspiring' yesterday...you could've knocked me over with a feather. I'm not sure how in the world I am inspiring, especially these days. But I definitely appreciated (and needed to hear) the compliment.
Those who know me, know I'm fairly private. I share when appropriate, but am fiercly protective of my family. As every momma bear should be. I have surrounded myself with friends who are the same and want the same things out of life. For me, surrounding myself with any other type wouldn't help me be the person I want to be and it definitely wouldn't help my kids be the adults I hope they will grow up to be. The morals and life lessons I want them to pick up and watch with their all-knowing eyes along life's road are put before them everyday.
A friend recently described her Saturday nights as "a lot less martinis and a lot more dress up...and I wouldn't have it any other way." I'm right there with her. Except we're kinda past the dress-up days. (::::sigh:::::). The cool part is we are into the singing and dancing. Pole vaulting (seriously...I think she's got a gift). Balloon volleyball. Practice catching fly balls. Swings. Bubbles. Waterguns. BB guns (I've got a learning curve to overcome on this but am certain I will quickly). Walks. Lots of walks. Sidewalk chalk. Hopscotch. Tag. Jump rope (even got Ben trying it and it is **helarious**!). Nerf gun wars. Early morning snuggles...still. I'm looking forward to every new stage and know they will be equally fun (again...not too fast though!).
While I was humbled my friend gave me that sweet compliment yesterday, my hope is my kids look at me that way. I'm striving for them to anyway. I want them to be that type of parent and as scary as it is, I'm teaching them how to be one (insert prayer here!).
Shelby fell during her 'pole vault' practice the other day. And I mean fell hard. I said, "You done now?" and just out of pure determination and instinct she immediately replied, "Nope! I'm not a quitter." Amen sister! That's Belle. Determined.
During Ben's baseball game this weekend, one of his coaches came over to me during the game and said, "We're gonna have to put a leash on Ben. He's turned into a wild man! If he's on base, he is going to steal. He tells us, 'Let me steal...they can't catch me.' And they haven't yet. He definitely believes in himself."
So who is inspiring to me? Do you really even have to ask?
Those who know me, know I'm fairly private. I share when appropriate, but am fiercly protective of my family. As every momma bear should be. I have surrounded myself with friends who are the same and want the same things out of life. For me, surrounding myself with any other type wouldn't help me be the person I want to be and it definitely wouldn't help my kids be the adults I hope they will grow up to be. The morals and life lessons I want them to pick up and watch with their all-knowing eyes along life's road are put before them everyday.
A friend recently described her Saturday nights as "a lot less martinis and a lot more dress up...and I wouldn't have it any other way." I'm right there with her. Except we're kinda past the dress-up days. (::::sigh:::::). The cool part is we are into the singing and dancing. Pole vaulting (seriously...I think she's got a gift). Balloon volleyball. Practice catching fly balls. Swings. Bubbles. Waterguns. BB guns (I've got a learning curve to overcome on this but am certain I will quickly). Walks. Lots of walks. Sidewalk chalk. Hopscotch. Tag. Jump rope (even got Ben trying it and it is **helarious**!). Nerf gun wars. Early morning snuggles...still. I'm looking forward to every new stage and know they will be equally fun (again...not too fast though!).
While I was humbled my friend gave me that sweet compliment yesterday, my hope is my kids look at me that way. I'm striving for them to anyway. I want them to be that type of parent and as scary as it is, I'm teaching them how to be one (insert prayer here!).
Shelby fell during her 'pole vault' practice the other day. And I mean fell hard. I said, "You done now?" and just out of pure determination and instinct she immediately replied, "Nope! I'm not a quitter." Amen sister! That's Belle. Determined.
During Ben's baseball game this weekend, one of his coaches came over to me during the game and said, "We're gonna have to put a leash on Ben. He's turned into a wild man! If he's on base, he is going to steal. He tells us, 'Let me steal...they can't catch me.' And they haven't yet. He definitely believes in himself."
So who is inspiring to me? Do you really even have to ask?
How can I want anything less than everything for these two? They have the ability to turn my heart inside/out. They inspire me to be the person I want to be. Everyday. Even when I'm not sure if I have it in me, they remind me I do. They NEED me to be that kind of mom. All it takes is for me to look at them and I start to think just like they do.
Never quit. Always believe.
Always remember and never forget: It does not matter how slow you go so long as you don't stop. ~Confucius
Never quit. Always believe.
Always remember and never forget: It does not matter how slow you go so long as you don't stop. ~Confucius
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