Monday, February 17, 2014
It's another snow event. Kids home early from school in time to really relax and settle in. Practices cancelled.
I look out and am so amazed by the beauty, it beckons me to come out and feel it. I step out onto the deck and it envelopes me. The quiet. Like a warm blanket it wraps me in comfort and fills my senses with peace. Quiet, comforting, beautiful peace. I breathe deep, taking it in, wanting to savor all of the richness and the calm and the comfort.
This winter has been atypical for us in the Midwest with temperatures lower and snow counts greater. "One for the record books", all over the newsfeed. This is a message, this is an invitation, this is Him beckoning you to slow down, breathe it in, cancel the plans, let your heart rate slow.
I've been listening to the message for more than a month, I'm finally hearing it and feeling it. This life you're trying to live isn't really a life, it's a race. A race you can't win. So He will continue to invite you to the pause, over and over and over again. Until you can feel it, drink it in, embrace the quiet.
This is a gift, every few days a fresh blanket of clean white snow to show you that you too can have a fresh start, every day. Just breathe it in. Slow down. Give Him some time.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
We need to talk. You see I’ve been watching you for a while now and things are starting to get out of hand. I want to chat with you about your sinister little friend, Pinterest. I know you think she’s the cat’s meow always looking so polished and perfect, but you know that’s not the real deal, right?
Seriously, who in their right mind convinces you that standing at the counter for an hour cutting tiny little black olives to wrap around cream cheese and shape into a penguin for a party is a good idea? And for crying out loud what five year old likes black olives anyway?
And those braids? I’m no rookie mom, I know those fancy braids your daughter showed up with at school had to take hours of screaming and crying and pleas to “Just sit still, I’m almost done!” While you creaked your neck to see your computer screen directions and your girl squirmed in her chair. That Pinterest friend of yours is selling and you’re buying it up like it’s all on sale.
And laundry rooms don’t have chandeliers! A laundry room has dust bunnies and a cat box and socks lost behind the dryer. There are no neatly ordered shelves with your laundry soap in glass jars and your dryer sheets tied in bows. Get a grip on yourself!
And the guys at your Super Bowl party don’t want strawberries that look like tiny footballs; they want lots of beer and a big vat of Velveeta and Ro-Tel like they’ve craved since the Reagan Administration. Snap out of it sister!
I come with truth telling because I care about you. I care about our tribe of fellow moms that must stick together. Ever since this little tart Pinterest girl moved into town, we’ve all been sucked in by her beauty, her sweet Photoshop confection. But it’s time for an intervention. It’s time to treat her like the museum exhibit that she is and get back to your real life.
Those cute little outfits she throws together so effortlessly. That’s a Jedi mind trick. You’re not finding any of that at TJMaxx so that outfit will actually cost you $4959 plus overseas shipping.
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