Archive for February, 2008
Originally posted February 29, 2008.
This has happened to me before. Last night I ate a booger. That in and of itself is gut wrenching, but what makes it worse on some level is that it wasn’t mine.
Madelyn, our 2 year old, and I were snuggling in our bed pretending to be asleep.
Be sleep Mommy. Shhh…
So I did. I am a good sport and truthfully, any chance I have to lay in bed with my eyes closed is precious.
I started to pretend snore when I felt a little finger on my lips and something salty fell in my mouth.
I gagged and sat up.
Me: “Maddy, what did you put in Mommy’s mouth?”
Maddy: “No, no I put finger in Mommy mouth.”
Me: “What was on your finger?”
Maddy: “Oh, just a booger Mommy!”
Note to You: My spell check doesn’t recognize the word booger but it does recognize sassafras. Is that odd?
Originally posted February 26, 2008.
Cooper: “Mom is the ceiling fan alive?”
Me: “Does it grow? Eat?”
Cooper: “No. But MOM, it is made and WOOD and that is all that is important! Wood comes from trees. Trees are alive.”
Me: “Point taken. Smarty pants.”
Originally posted February 19, 2008.
While cleaning out the cedar closet in our basement bedroom, I happened upon a sweater that I haven’t worn (fit into) in over five years.
For five years I have held onto this over priced piece of wool, dreaming of the days my bones would shrink, my fat would melt away and I would magically fit into it again.
For the first time, I took it out, looked at it, and tossed it into the Goodwill pile. Completely emotionless. Deep breathe. Gosh that felt good.
The truth is, the sweater isn’t me anymore. The space it was taking up needed to be occupied with more important things, like Legos and finger paints.
There is a point in your life when you come to terms with who you are vs. who you think you want to be.
I can’t help that my abdomen will never be the same post child-carrying and frankly, I don’t care. I dress differently now because I am different now and I am OK with that. My children are worth every bit of transformation that has overtaken me both physically and emotionally.
At the end of the day, it comes down to loving yourself in your own skin. It doesn’t come naturally to me. For a long time I consciously controlled my thought patterns away from negative to more positive. Eventually, I became more comfortable with who I am.
I am grateful I stumbled upon this life lesson in my twenties. Hating yourself is not only exhausting, but a waste of time.
I love me.
Originally posted February 11, 2008.
Is there something wrong with me if I can’t watch an episode of Bob the Builder without wondering if behind the scenes, Bob and Wendy are having a hot love affair?
It makes it so much more interesting to watch.
Real quote from the show: “You’re on Bob’s wood Mr. Crab.” -Lofty