The Thank You Letter

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Firstborn’s birthday was last week and he asked me to bake a cheesecake for him.  Along with the made-from-scratch cheesecake, I wrote him a thank you letter. I’ve depended on him for so much in the past few months and although I still have to remind him to take out the trash, he’s been my right hand and my brain. While walking by his room, I noticed the letter was hanging up. I laughed and told him to take it down, and his reply was, “No! I love that letter. It almost made me cry.” Wow, really? It was a letter from my heart, but I had no idea it would mean so much to him. 

Firstborn’s reaction to the letter, at nineteen years old, moved me to begin writing more thank you notes – not for special occasions, but just because. Yes, I say thank you when I’m supposed to, but sometimes those thank you comments seem rushed, rehearsed, or expected – it’s what we do. I can’t remember the last time I wrote a thank you note to a friend, to my parents, to my sisters, to my pastor, a co-worker, or even a neighbor.  For those who are married, a thank you note to your spouse would probably set the day off! 

This season of Thanksgiving is the perfect time to sit and hand write some thank you notes – just because.  Yes, it will take time and cost money for stamps, but a genuine thank you is priceless. Firstborn’s cheesecake is just about gone (there were two), but his letter remains hanging in his room and the words will hang on his heart for a long time. Since I don’t have your address, I’d like to say THANK YOU for your support, your words of encouragement, your kind replies and thoughtfulness. There would be no Momsweb without you.  


Own Your Happy!

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I was in my bedroom last night dancing to R Kelly’s, Happy People. It doesn’t matter if I’m at work, at home, or driving, when I hear that song, I move. I love to dance anyway and haven’t danced in a while, so last night I made up for it. I didn’t dance for exercise, I danced because I was happy, so what better song than Happy People? I found the song on YouTube and played it over, and over, and over again. What was I so happy about? Nothing in particular - just life itself. Yes, I have a lot going on in my life. Yes, I’m experiencing a season I never thought I’d be in during my golden years, but I’m happy! The more I played the song, the happier I felt. I was in my own happy world.
I didn’t think about anything in particular, yet I pictured myself in a large ballroom wearing a beautiful, flowing skirt that twirled with my every move. I imagined other people around me dancing, but I was center stage dancing alone and happy. Why not be happy? I may encounter seemingly, unhappy circumstances that I can’t control, but I can sure control my outlook, and I choose happy! I refuse to give my happy away – my happy is mine!
A few of the words in the song are: What is it that can come and take away all your stress, tell me – music. No further questions, you have passed my test. Happy people (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) keeps the world turnin', turnin', turnin'. Oh I believe that happy people (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Keep us dancin', dancin', dancin'.
 Naturally, I woke up with the song on my mind, and it reminded me that I have something even more powerful than my happy. I have joy! I started my day with prayer, praise, and yes…dancing. Why? Because I’m happy!
 Listen to the song and own your happy!
  
 
 
 

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Remembering Childbirth

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Submitted by Kimberly Allison, OK

The other morning, I gave my oldest son a big birthday hug and began to reminisce to him: "26 years ago today, I was in a hospital room, screaming my brains out, wanting to kill someone..." I glanced at the clock and realized it was about the time that he was born. My mind started drifting back to that first birthing experience. The horror of it… All of a sudden, my eye started twitching (which happens when I get nervous), and I started feeling queasy... I felt like I was going to throw up! Those trips down memory lane can go south so quickly! I had to snap back to the present and just say, “Happy Birthday!” OMG!

I Used To Be Like You


 
By Lisa Ekanger, Advice Coach
Kind Journey
 

I used to be like you. 
I used to try to keep my home perfect, my kids perfect, and my life perfect.  I used to be obsessed with keeping the house clean, the clothes washed, the groceries bought.  I used to go to ALL of the school events and work so hard to discover ALL of the opportunities that were available to me, my kids, and ALL of us as a family. For a lot of years it worked, and I felt like I was making progress...I felt as though I had accomplished something.  I lived that way until I was 40 years old.  Then, something happened right around my 40th birthday. I looked in the mirror and said to myself, you can never get those 40 years back.  I asked myself, “Were they mostly good?" "Which ones would you repeat if you could?"
 
I took inventory and decided that the best years of my life were spent laughing with friends and family.  The best years of my life weren’t because of any particular set of circumstances, or where I lived, or how much money I made, or what I owned. As the years passed and I collected experiences, I also found myself falling into the expected path. The one that is accepted by our society, by our culture.  Married, 2 kids, 1 boy and one girl...a house in the burbs.
 
As the years passed and I had more money and more things, I also observed that my stress level was rising too. I observed less laughter as I reviewed those years of my life. It wasn’t easy getting back to me. It was one step forward two steps back for sure.  My decision to reclaim me was deliberate and very slow. Now almost 8 years later, I can say I am about 65% of the way to reclaiming me. I pushed down the obsessive thoughts reminding me to clean the house, water the plants and bath the dogs. It took several years to be able to just walk past a mess, go to bed with dishes in the sink and RELAX.  I even bought a little sign that hangs prominently in my office; it says RELAX.
 
 I wondered what I was racing toward? Doing more, and more, and more for everyone around me just left me more, and more, and more empty and exhausted. Time for boundaries! I said goodbye to everyone. I said goodbye to my old relationships to people, and set out on a new course. Addressing them one at a time...and reminding myself ALL the way through, "YOU WILL NEVER GET THIS TIME BACK!" I said goodbye to my church, many so called friends, family, and my old marriage. The work isn’t complete, as you probably guessed; the hardest changes are the ones that stare you in the face on a daily basis...which makes the marriage improvement one of the very hardest challenges to take on. You might think I’ve abandoned my responsibilities, you may even think I’m being selfish. I would say to you, "I simply do not care what you think." And I don’t mean that in a snotty or bitchy way. I am selfish!  Because if I don’t take care of me, there will be no me. 
 
My positive contributions to the world will be done and I’m not ready to be done! I embarked on this self-improvement around 40, I read about meditation and free-thinking. I practiced yoga and now daily Zen.  I never dreamed that by allowing them in, they would park themselves in my heart whether I liked it or not.  They bathed my heart in peace and I had no choice but to practice the very thing that flooded me. I am at peace as I approach my 50th milestone.  When others attempt to pull me into their drama, I just release the stress. It is not my problem. I didn’t create this world. I didn’t create the conditions that freak you out.  I only can control me and how I react to the things that freak me out!  That’s ALL.
 
 I haven’t signed off. I’m more plugged into my presence and my contribution then I have ever been before. My days are long and wonderful and full of life, laughter and meaning. Do I have down moments?  Yes. But I don’t allow them to linger for very long. I am very good at brooming them away. Instead of cleaning the outside of my world, I am now obsessed with cleaning the inside of my soul. #lifeisgood

I Feel a Stirring



Yesterday, I watched my sons and several other boys play basketball in the driveway. I not only watched the intense games, but I noticed how each boy had grown up over the years. While in the Navy, I was used to moving every two or three years, but I’ve been in this city for over ten years. I’m grateful Firstborn and Secondborn had the opportunity to develop life-long friends and relationships. I’ve enjoyed it also, but it’s time to go. My spirit is stirring for a different view.

This same stirring of my spirit occurred about three years before I was supposed to retire. I knew I was being prepared to go in a different direction in my life. Now, two years before Secondborn graduates from high school, the stirring of the spirit is back. I’m being prepared to move into another direction. For a while, I’ve been talking to my husband and sons about moving to the mountains. I want to move to a place where nobody knows my name, and experience waking up to the nakedness of nature and all its beauty. I don’t know how long I’ll stay, but I definitely want to experience it – alone.

I’ve cooked, cleaned, washed, disciplined, home schooled, cheered, transported, nursed, sexed, helped, served and sacrificed, and now it’s time to play the ‘me’ card, and head to the mountains. I don’t want to be like a woman I spoke with this weekend, who is just realizing, in her sixties, that she needs to take care of herself. Hmph, it’s time to go! Sound selfish? Well, it’s time to be selfish and take care of my temple. I’ve poured out for my family, unselfishly, for almost twenty years.

 I don’t know about you, but the ‘me’ card is looking pretty good. A different view invites a different me. I welcome the stirring.

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Will the REAL Moms Please Stand Up!

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I spoke with a young mother this weekend, and asked her if she was enjoying motherhood. She hesitated, but replied that she loved her daughter. I thanked her for being honest, and told her motherhood isn’t always enjoyable. I told her it’s best to be real about how she felt instead of faking it, and the young mother began to cry. I gave her a hug and told her I understood because I had been there, done that, and have two t-shirts to prove it. Hmph…sometimes I go there now and I’ve been a mother for eighteen years. 

It’s so important for women to be real and unmask when we speak with other wives and mothers. How in the world are they supposed to see the power of God in our lives and give them hope if we always look and act like we have it all together?  It’s hard being a loving mother 24/7, and it’s okay to say that you sometimes get tired of your children. Saying it doesn’t remove an ounce of love we have for them! Will the REAL moms please stand up! 

If everyday in the motherHOOD was easy, we wouldn’t need God to comfort us. If we never cried, we wouldn’t need God to wipe away our tears. If we didn’t feel like we were burdened, we wouldn’t need God to cast our cares upon. Can I Be Real? A perfect mother does not exist. We all have struggles, meltdown moments, and some have crying spells. We just have to pray for strength and power to endure and take it one day at a time – one step at a time. We have to stay connected to our power source, and remember that He promised to never leave us. No, it’s not going to be alright, it’s already alright! 

Stay strong, hold on, and keep it REAL!