Life is not measured in the amount of likes you get on Instagram, numbers on a scale, or even your GPA. And there isn’t a “thing” you can buy in the world that can fill a void in your soul. Always remember that life is about the impact you have on others, so work on building your brain and growing your heart, and the rest will fall into place.
Fourth grade is tough. Intellectually my kids — like most at this age — are advancing rapidly, but even though we’ve had “the talk,” I just don’t know how to discuss Monica Lewinsky with a nine-year old. Sure, I had a myriad of inappropriate jokes and innuendo at my disposal, but none seemed entirely appropriate at the time. But neither did the truth.
At a macro level, positive intent means that there is always a positive function or purpose for what is currently happening in our lives. For the purpose of this post, positive intent is the belief that negativity often begins in the fabrication of thoughts in one’s own mind, often related to our insecurities. Living with positive intent is taking other people’s actions and words and working under the assumption that the majority of people are kind and are not out to hurt you. Net-net is this: when unsure, always think the best of someone.
I remember the moment well.
About four years ago I had invited a little girl over to play with my kids. Her mom dropped her off and we chatted while the kids played and then she told me she’d be back in an hour.
About seven minutes later, apparently our basement full of toys became completely uninteresting, so I was confronted by three little people carrying a science experiment book.
That’s why I told my friend that today I am happy in my marriage, and I believe my husband is too. But it isn’t always that way. Over the last 15 years (and the nearly 20 my husband and I have been in a committed relationship) we’ve had some pretty dark times. Times when I wasn’t sure if it was going to work out, times when we could not just agree to disagree, times when we yelled and cried and nearly gave up.
New Year’s Eve is one of my favorite holidays. I love everything about it. Getting dressed up, spending time with good friends, and watching the ball drop. I love closing the door on a year.
I recently wrote a post about how my friend spoke to me from the grave on Facebook. I was a little scared to put it out there. I mean, seriously, it’s a little far-fetched, right?
But it happened, and in my bones I felt like it was a communication, a message, a quick shout out from the beyond.
I was comforted by the fact that so many people had similar experiences to mine and related to my story. The post was widely read and shared by both those I knew and some new readers. And no one called the looney bin on me.
Having twins isn’t such a big deal anymore. It seems like everywhere you go there is a set of twins or triplets or even quads.
But although there are more of us mothers of multiples, I find that parents of “singletons” still aren’t sure of the rules of friendship.
As moms, one of the things that rattle our cages the most is the feeling of being judged. Breast feeding, day care, c-sections, co-sleeping, organic, home school — the list of things that start the Mommy Wars goes on and on. I would go so far as to say it is the single pervasive issue that limits Girl Power.