Be {#wholemama}

Hey all, the WholeMama linkup is continuing right here. Today we’re writing on the word ‘be’. Link up with us at the bottom of this post!

This urge to just be flies by and at odds with my own common sense and lists of do and must and should. 

Be.

It’s like an invitation to relaxation and hereness, but then also a wandering through the cords of what it means to be in this life, right here and now. Wholeness intertwined. The life that includes the doing of all the things, the creating, the reading, the cleaning, the washing, the acknowledging of different hopes and dreams and needs than might be considered necessary. The combination of things required and things desired. 

Be.

But more about sitting in and amidst those longings and to-do’s, and less about accomplishing.

I want to read the day along to hear the voices of others who wonder at the same places of understanding I do. I want to spend time thinking and forming my own thoughts about it all as well. Because knowing the words I would say about what I think help me to be, and be whole.

I need to do things to feel whole, but on the flipside I also need to take a break from thinking all the thoughts sometimes. 

Sometimes I just need to be. 

Just being right now means:

– acknowledging my need for a nap (at 37 weeks pregnant, this becomes a siren call hard to ignore), and not being too miffed if I happen to take a long nap everyday during my toddlers’ naptime instead of accomplishing everything or anything. Because sometime just being means just sleeping. 

– allowing myself to watch the hilarious antics of my kids when they get caught up with a game in our inflateable pool. Actually enjoying them when they’re getting along and creating fun…not just when they’re raising cain and mayhem, havoc-like. Because sometimes just being means just enjoying the people God gave me. 

I need to leave the rest of whatever to be done a little later. 

I need to read fiction. 

I need chocolate (no wait that’s an all-the-time thing). 

I need to be in my house and outside of it. Visiting people and not. 

Doing things as they feel enjoyable, and not because I must. But then also doing things that I must and allowing a calm into the activity…a ‘just be-ing’ attention paying instead of helter skelter strive-for-all. 

(This seems to be the post where I make up words. I’m sorry, but also not.)

But the point is – instead of doing and striving constantly, sometimes the most whole thing I can do is to take a step back and allow my pace to slow to a pace of enjoyment instead of a gallop whenever I can. 

And, well, Whole Mamas, sometimes this “just being” thing meets me where I am and I can smile, but sometimes it feels like a leaf caught up in a wild wind, just out of reach and always elusive. 

But that’s ok. It’s ok. That’s part of the beauty of it. We embrace our lives and sometimes our lives outrun us and we’re left panting. 

Just be. It’s ok. It’s not always calm or pretty or joy-bells, but we’ll make it. 

I wanted to make sure this first post – after school starts for some and the days amp up to a run – leaves us with an invitation to still simply be in it. To accept our calm and wild lives as they are, confident and bold, faltering and timid. Our own feelings about  whatsoever at odds or not with anything. 

Just take a breath and rest in the idiosyncracies of life.

Just be.

Summer has the melodic thrill of slowness. The hot air and extra sunshine leave us basking in a radiant glow. That moment of pause a more natural consequence of the position of the globe and timing in the school year. 

But then comes fall with the rush and helter skelter. I feel it too even with just little ones. The time is ticking and plans are being made for the goal of this last 37 weeks. waiting. and now we rush. Ready or not, towards the end. 

But still. 

Be still. 

Just be. 

Our days are going by at the same rate and we can only trust. 

So take a pause or a run. 

Just be. 

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Also next week I’ll be changing the time of this anchor post to Tuesday 8AM MST, just to give myself a little more leeway to my weekend.

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When Chasing Beauty is Hard {#wholemama}

There are days when I can’t slow down enough to welcome or see the beauty in my everyday. 

The yelling screaming passionate existance of my two toddlers drowns out my will to seek and to see beauty. I live in the moments of little kids and whining with some epihanies and adorable phrases. The loud overwhelms the quiet I wish I had and think I need. But the beauty is there all the same. 
I see it in the way my daughter dances big and free when we turn on any music at all. It wakes her up and calms her, somehow, in a way I don’t really get, but that beauty of music in the background frees her to beauty. 

I could pause and see the beautiful in the loud with a thankful heart, but sometimes my own overwhelmed frustration gets in the way and I choose to gloss past those moments of beauty in favor of just getting by.

I know in reality that all these days and moments are beauty. 

A rough and cold and hard beauty that builds character over time, maybe, but beauty still and the same. But just saying so doesn’t always help me to see the beauty in challenging moments.

There is something to be said for finding beauty in the mundane and everyday. When chasing beauty is hard sometimes the easiest way is to stop and simply welcome it in as it comes. I love that we can do this. Because that everyday beauty has a ministry to our hearts all its own. 

But there are times when the work of everyday beauty leaves us empty or disappointed or disenchanted, because our eyes can’t see and we are tired. 

Sometimes we need to take time away from our everyday to find the beauty. To recalibrate our senses to the joy possibilities. I need to take the time to find the warm and easy beauty of sunshine through the tree limbs, a walk outside, away from cars and other people.

Sometimes I need to give myself permission to seek out and create beauty in my home. A place for my eyes to rest and be calmed as I consider the possibilities given, changes made, and control taken. Decorating is a beauty seeking art. Creating this beauty reminds me everyday I have power to create change. 

Sometimes I overspiritualize beauty and think I should only look in the obscure places, but there is something to be said for creating spaces that are beautiful, even if only to you.

Well-placed arrows pointing to beauty and ministering to the wholeness our souls. 

A picture, a quote, a print, some flowers, bright colors, new clothes, some blush or mascara, a square (or seven) of rich dark chocolate.

Beauty. 

For certainly, beauty is closer than the thrift store, but maybe beauty is fleeting, like they say. And we can only look with open hands while it all runs through. 

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This is our last week of our #wholemama summer linkup at Esther’s, but it will continue in a more informal way on my blog. I’m excited. I am in the process of making a little facebook group where we can chat and encourage each other. I’ll also share the word of the week there a few days early so we can all think and discuss in slow time. Just make sure I know who you are right here in the comments and I’ll make sure you get approved! Join us! (So far the group on facebook only has a name, but it’s a work in progress.)

Meanwhile, come link up with us on Beauty at Esther’s!

  

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Celebratory Pause and Baby Countdown! {#WholeMama} 

We are counting down the days til this baby is due to make an appearance. At least I am. We have about 4.5 weeks and I am so looking forward to it. 

But with that knowledge comes the need to get things done. I am slated for a week of jury duty next week. I’m assuming I’ll look tOo pregnant to rely upon and get to go home. But we will see and now I’m just waiting for that to pass by for a load of stress to drop off my back. And then, once my mom and gets back from their halfway around the globe-trotting adventures in three weeks, this baby can come whenever is pleasing. happy.

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Next week also brings our last week of Whole Mama Summer at Esther’s place. She so graciously hosted and prompted and encouraged us this summer. It has been so healing to find this place of interconnection between our identities as creatives, moms and spiritual people. And absolutely wonderful to greet and connect and hear the stories of all of you lovely lovely ladies along the way. 

I will be keeping up the #Wholemama linkup here throughout the year. This summer has just been so good I want it to go on and on. The linkup will be here instead of at Esther’s, the fuze call and twitter party next week will be the grand finale of summer, and our twitter parties hosted by Esther will fade into a Facebook group where we can all connect in slower time. 

I can’t wait to see how that feels as many of us fall into school-season schedules and my family drops into newborn baby mode. 

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So this week we are celebrating. Esther has invited us to simply write lists of our celebrations. Because we can celebrate the ordinary and the extraordinary, if we just choose. 

So here’s my lovely and random: 

I am celebrating crayons and scissors and glue and paper. A summer pregnancy more comfortable than the last (thanks in part to not running, but also, I’m sure, to going gluten free). Feeling more whole and free in engaging creatively and sharing spiritually thoughtful things here in this space and in my home. Learning to help my children get along and play. Getting the hang of housework. Finding time to do things on my own. Making my home prettier. And the end of seven months of sharing one car and being either grounded at home or horribly and uncomfortably productive outside of it. 

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I’m celebrating: the garden that has only grown beans, four cherry tomatoes and a few dozen sunflowers because it happened to produce the tomatoes in pairs perfect for the kids to eat. A randomly nice trip to two thrift stores and one grocery store where the kids decided to behave unusually well and the employees handed out free hotwheels and stuffed animals and suckers and praised them for good behavior. Making it this far in pregnancy and not feeling like a blimp or even really that big (I wonder if this has something to do with no longer owning a full length mirror? I’ll take it though). Still feeling completely like myself even as I am pregnant and wading through the terrible twos and threenager-hood and the stresses of being a grown up. 

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I feel more whole and more capable so I am celebrating becoming more me along the way. 

I am celebrating only 10ish weeks until I might start running again. 

I am celebrating much time spent together and many hours outside.

I am celebrating learning to have consistent dates with my husband. Starting to find time to do things by myself. And learning to ask for help. 

It has been a growing summer for me. 

May it continue throughout the year. 

And may we all be inspired to chase and break and listen and weep and celebrate and share and find God in all the little pieces along the way. 

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Join us this week as we linkup at Esther’s on Celebration! 

And stay tuned for our last twitter party and fuze chat next monday evening!

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The Little Paris Bookshop {book review} 

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The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George

I can’t resist the lure of a book that promises to use more of my brain then average. Anything historical, or challenging, or psychology, or really thoughtful emotional insight,  or, in this case, to do with personalities. I like my books to have that extra depth. Which is why I latched onto this piece of fiction, even though I don’t usually review fiction here. 

This seemed a promising choice. It’s about a man, Perdu, who owns a bookshop barge and then ends up traveling through the canals and channels of europe south to find peace with his past. There’s a love-interest long gone, interesting companion characters, and a love-interest in the present. All of there stories entertwine to form a sweet look into their emotional lives and how that takes a toll on there present day choices. 

Jean Perdu’s bookshop is unique.  Instead of allowing people to simply pick and buy any book, he prescribes books. A sort of “literary apothecary”. He evaluates the needs of the person’s soul and has a knack for suggesting books to help find peace with a situation, rest better at night, to mourn, to fall in love, inspire, anything really to help with the everyday woes of everyday life and to leave one feeling more how you might want to feel. a balm for the soul.

Overall, I was disappointed that this theme of literary apothecary wasn’t bigger part of the storyline, but was happy with the combination of lightness/ease of reading and slight depth. An easy book to read that draws you into an emotional story. There was a sexual scene (or two?) that went into too much detail for me. Not so bad as t make me immediately stop reading (I would have if there had been more), but enough to earn it an R rating from me. 

A good book, but not as amazing as I hoped. Though I guess those are not as common as all that anyway. 

3.5/5 stars. 

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(I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review from bloggingforbooks.com)

Linking up with Literacy Musings Monday!

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Too Serious? {my #wholemama guestpost on Silly} 

My wholemama post is over at Esther Emery’s place this week! 

My silly kidlets: 

We are all talking about the words silly this week. Here’s a taste of my serious with silly:

“I tend to take life, and words, and actions seriously. 

Too seriously at times.

On our last date, my husband made a joke about something. Just a funny comment, but instead of laughing out loud or acknowledging the fun with him, I laughed on the inside and smiled at him, expectantly waiting for his next sentence. While at the same time he looked expectantly at me waiting for my reaction and then said, “that was supposed to be a joke.” 

I can get a little detached from humor.” 

I’d love for you to go to Esther’s for the rest of my words and find the linkup with everyone else’s words! 

We’d be so glad to have you join us! 

  

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What I’m Into | July 2015

July seems like it sped by way too quickly. (Do I say that every month??) We did things, but then also didn’t do much of anything. And yet it still flew by. Funny how that works. 

Highlights

  • My brother got married! And threw an epic party :) 
  • I cut my hair just a little bit shorter and love it so much more now. Inspired: When Free is Short Hair
  • Only a month and a half left of being pregnant! 
  • We picked up a little bigger pool so now that is what our kids do during the day…along with lots of walks and sunshine and inside toys outside in the yard. 
  • I guest posted about my thoughts surrounding our church switch at Circling the Story. If you missed it click here: Hopefully Churching. 
  • Anything #wholemama has been so inspiring and empowering for me. Check out our hashtag on twitter or instagram or start reading fomr the links I’ll share below. It’s fun and great. And whole. 
  • Got rid of a bunch of stuff we have kept in our garage and baby bedroom (hurray for more room!). It’s great although now I am completely inspired to get rid of ALL THE THIINGS and am quicly accumulating a new pile to kick out. Ah well. Such is the american lifestyle? :p
  • My kids are learning how to get along. Slowly. 

Books I’m Reading Currently or About to Start: 

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Books I Read: 

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The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer – I didn’t realize she was a rockstar and it wasn’t the sort of how-to book I was expecting, but I was completely intrigued by her life and tenacity and it read like fiction so I finished it easily. Biggest lesson I picked up (that really seems straightforward but happens to be hard for me): Your people want to help you. Just ask. Also so much interesting randomness about being a statue for a living. But you know, language and some content warning. 

To Bless the Space Between Us by John O’Donohue – I tweeted Emily P. Freeman for a reccomendation for a book of nightly benedictions to calm at day’s end. She graciously suggested this title. Almost exactly what I needed. A blessing for any scenario, I copied down a few and then was sad to return it to the library.I might use one or two as nightly benedictions. 

A God in Ruins by Kate Atkinson – very good. Loved the historical account and how she wove the different eras of the  story into one continuous thread. Strong believeable characters. I found it easy to set down, but interesting enough to pickback up again every time.

A Glorious Dark by A.J Swoboda – I read this a few pages or more at a time in the morning. I always had a hard time picking up again but was so glad I did each time. Many notable thoughts on hope in darkness and reality. I may have to share some quotes later.

Parenting with Love and Logic – some great suggestions, but I ended up skimming in the end because the ideas seemed pretty straightforward to me. Just have to apply them.

Simply Tuesday by Emily P. Freeman – If you’re feeling stuck in your ordinary life and a little uninspired, be sure to check out Emily’s wise and gracious words. (It’s up for preorder and really inexpensive right now ($7.17), In case you are waffling:Simply Tuesday: Small-Moment Living in a Fast-Moving World. And actually this whole list of amazing booksEdit is really inexpensive right now…if you happen to have a book problem like I do :)

I Thought It Was Just Me by Brenė Brown – I might want to own this book to more easily revisit and loan to all my people. It was excellent and empowering and eye opening. Is that enough adjectives? :)

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Other people’s words: 

All of this letter from Sarah Bessey: To the Young Women Reading Jesus Feminist:

“Take your everyday, ordinary life – your sleeping, eating, going-to-work and walking-around life – and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. “

Wisdom from Jennie Allen: Leading Through the Culture Wars:

“Our hope is not to redeem culture… our hope is that people would be redeemed.We want to be wise and we feel torn over how best that could happen. Love or Truth? They seem, at the moment, to be in opposition. It feels like we have to pick one.”

And then always all things #wholemama: Ordinary (with a Mihee Kim-Kort interview), Space, and Prayer (with a Sarah Bessey Interview) are the most recent linkups to peruse. 

Also, I just started and loved the Magic Lessons podcast from Elizabeth Gilbert. The first episode was encouraging for mothers who are also creatives. And the perfect length of 20 minutes.. Hurrah! So go look it up in itunes :) 

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Fighting for Ordinary {#wholemama}

The heros always fight for the ordinary. They protect the mundane. The day to day. The boring. 

Heroes stories are exciting because they break up the monotony and give us hope of bursting free. 

Unafraid and here. 

But in the end we’re all left back in the ordinary where feeling stuck is normal and fight for the best way to raise your kids is a never resolving conundrum. 

My ordinary is two kids, soon three. Many fights. Some tantrums. Some breakthroughs and minorly epic changes. But much day to day, laundry, meals to be prepared, toys to be contained, fights dealt with, and diapers changed. The day to day feels long and boring sometimes and I long to be the hero of a story somewhere outside my home. 

I seek the big. The beautiful. The accolades. I want fame, but kind of not, too. I want the feeling of being known and having the big life where I accomplish big things. Bigger than my little kids and mountains of laundry where the chance to simplify is the highlight of my summer (next to my brother’s weddding, of course). 

My ordinary doesn’t have that. 

And then, besides my own desire for the extraordinary way out of the ordinary life, I feel the pressure to succeed and make something of myself in a way that everyone else can judge and name as worthwhile. A specific standard of achievement to live up to that I tend to I forget wasn’t really set by God …so I pursue and reach and miss the goal.

Let down, disappointed, failure. 

The words inside my head telling me I can’t do this parenthood (or life) thing like the “rest” (embracing the myth that there’s only one version of “success”) did so my own little plot doesn’t matter. (Lies)

But here in today I might be trying to claim back my ordinary. 

An invitation to be my ordinary self in this great big world. Because maybe everyone else is just being their ordinary selves too and that’s really how God keeps the world spinning. 

He creates us for a purpose and sets us here without telling us exactly what that purpose might be. So we have to live and feel it out and in the process we live a lot of plain ordinary days. And moments. And maybe a lifetime of things that might feel ordinary to us, but, in the sum of the bigger story, are extraordinary to God. 

Because He made us so. To do exactly what we’re doing in this everyday. Diapers. Cleaning. Normal. 

But I still like to believe God made us like this so he could watch us. With joy and awe and love. He delights in our ordinary extraordinary. 

He loves to watch the little moments where we see a glimpse of Him in the day to day and we invite Him closer. 

He loves to hear our voices call and ask for His attention. 

He loves to pursue our joy through the display of his creations. 

He loves to give the Kingdom vision and share His dreams. 

He’s here in our ordinary. Lighting up the sky and turning it purple upon request, sometimes. He hears our words and our joy and our despair and our longing and reaches closer. Into our ordinary. 

And tells us it’s ok to be ordinary. 

It’s ok to live in our ordinary. 

To love our ordinary. 

To have mixed feelings about our ordinary. 

And even reach out of our ordinary at times.

Our ordinary calls us deeper and closer to His heart for us.

And then somehow. 

That becomes extraordinary. 

And we are drawn up in the midst of the fight for ordinary. 

We get to choose what is in our ordinary. Is it hate, distrust, and scarcity? Or is it love, abundance, and grace?  We fight for ordinary and then are again left in the ordinary. We find the fingerprints of God in the dust of our lives. And the dust of our pianos. And we claim back ordinary.

Ordinary life comes with the reality of it being hard and unpredictably predictable.

The heroes fight for ordinary and we get to choose what ordinary is. 

But then we are also invited to rest in the ordinary of our everyday lives. 

We don’t have to be extraordinary heroes, but ordinary heros come in many disguises.

I’m pretty sure we each have a thread of that ordinary cape. 

So even when our lives aren’t big and grand or changing things for more than just a few, just hang on to your thread and follow it to the end. 

I’m pretty sure that’s where Jesus is, way more often than we think. 

The ordinary everyday. 

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Link up with us or read more thoughts on ordinary at Esther’s! Don’t miss her interview with Mihee Kim-Kort!

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And in case you haven’t heard of it, Emily P. Freeman has a new book coming out in a few weeks called, Simply Tuesday. I had the privilege of reading an advance copy, and you guys, it’s for us! It’s all about embracing your ordinary everyday. 

She also hosts a party every week on instagram to inspire us to grab up those ordinary moments for closer consideration: #itssimplytuesday on Tuesdays, of course. If you join her there be sure to tag us #wholemama people so we can join your simple ordinary…and, you know, for a chance to win a book! That’s always a good thing :)  

  

10 about Ten // Five Minute Friday

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I am one of ten kids. And that is honestly the first thing that comes to mind about ten. So here are ten things (hopefully! I’m racing the clock here) about being one of ten. 

  1. You learn quickly to tune things out if you want to read. I once tuned out a kitchen timer, somewhere around the age of 10 probably, and my mom came into the room asking why I hadn’t done something about it or taken the food out. Oops. 
  2. You get stuck on buying clothes at the thrift store. Not because you have to anymore (and actually I didn’t do it much then because hand-me-downs) but because it’s a treat to pick out your own clothes and it turns out frugal’s in your blood now. 
  3. It becomes normal to walk around in a big group of short people. –>Ok. That was my five minutes. But I want to finish the list anyway because it could be fun :) 
  4. You have to figure out how to only cook for one or two people once you’re on your own so you don’t end up with years of leftovers accidentally. Related: Buying things in bulk is a habit you have to lose so expiration dates can be heeded. 
  5. Personality differences and types can be clearly illustrated within the bounds of your family. But that may also mean you assume most of the world is introverted and extraverts are actually the minority (those oddballs.).
  6. Sharing food as an adult can be stressful because as kids it was always a competition to see who could get more of the goodie being split. I am learning to assume my husband wants me to have good things too instead of assuming he’s out to eat more and it’s a race. Odd things you realize when sharing a dessert stresses you out internally. 
  7. Laundry and dishes are a battle only won with extreme organization and dedication. There’s always a pile to get through. This sometimes translates into waiting a long time to do dishes or laundry as an adult because it’s not worth it if you don’t have enough for a full load. About that… :)
  8. You get really happy when you’re away at school and you get a birthday card with all your siblings signatures in it for the first time in your life. But that might have more to do with my love of written affirmation.
  9. As one of the oldest of the group you always have someone wanting to play with you or begging for attention. Whether you want it or not.
  10. You can pool your money with siblings to get another sibling a super-cool gift. Which sometimes lasts for decades. Hello, my older sister’s stereo/cd player. :) 

And that is a lovely random list for you. 

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How many siblings do you have? 

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Space to be Whole {#wholemama}

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We chose pretty today.

Space to be whole. 

I’ve been wondering lately if I’ve been leaving myself enough space to be whole. I work to fill each moment of my day with something useful or productive in an attempt to be whole. Reading, cleaning, cooking, shopping, writing, herding my kids. And then the social media habit. Those are probably the main categories. 

Then there are times I have difficulty engaging with anything. In my rush to consume and produce, I gather clutter into my thinking space, my calm space. The space where I would hope to parent from. 

My soul needs space to gather quiet and regroup. And I’m trying to force it full of information.

It leaves me too full, and yet still empty. Like binging on candy at Easter when you’re little. Or making a meal out of popcorn or chocolate when you’re bigger (let’s pretend I would never ever do that, ahem). 
I want to mother from a place of wholeness instead of mothering from a place of wanting escape, or needing a break, or fighting for time to be myself, or wondering what others will think, or trying to convince myself or them of my love and good mother potential. 

As a young mom, I’m constantly told how fast these times go by and how I’ll cherish them later. I know it’s true but still struggle to accept these light and easy words from total strangers. Because life with littles is hard. Even if you get to stay at home as you want or work as you want. It’s hard. Growing people into adults is no easy task. 

But maybe when, instead of focusing solely on cherishing the little years, we intentionally expand our focus to living whole and ourselves in the little years, then we can move towards our children in an attitude of graciousness and connection. And maybe those comments from strangers will come more lightly as we become more secure in our mothering spaces. 

I want to mother as me in our now. Not some other lady in the future in perfect circumstances. 

I want a full and whole soul to feed my outer life and loving. 

I’m learning slowly the importance of making intentional changes. And how I get to choose to make these changes. And how often these changes look like space. 

I’m creating space. I’m establishing some better rhythms where I step away from my kids during the week, where I can accept some time alone or expect some help or count on a date with my husband. I have been learning the art of leaving space for creativity. I have time set aside to write each week. I have been making time to move.

I’m beginning to feel the recharge from having these times on my own. I’m beginning to feel more able to give.

And more like I need to give.

To create more free and gentle space with my children. A little more breathing room. Connection. No extra words or directions. Simple entertainment. Fewer distractionary measures. Stem the constant flow of information. Slow down to listen at their level. 

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simple, together, pretty spaces

I want to step into new rhythms where I move towards my kids. Rhythms of connection where I meet them in their space instead of primarily demanding they meet me in mine. Stepping down from the mommy throne of offering up orders and into the mama’s heart space in their little lives. 

It may be hard, at first, to allow my head to be that unoccupied, but good for all involved. A moment to breath and drink in the now with them instead of constantly moving forward with my own agenda.

It might mean not picking up a book or a screen to fill every given moment. It might mean paying attention to the my outer life, as it cirlces in their space, a little more even when it exhausts me. It might look like stepping into their space. It might look like hugging when I feel like hiding. It might look like sitting on the carpet. It might look like expecting less and doing less. It might look messier from the outside. It might be hard. 

But it might be as easy as smiling more.

It’s a dance of embracing the together spaces in the midst of the apart spaces. It’s a dance of creating shared space, giving the gift of space, and creating and moving into your own space freely.

Rhythms of connection and space.

And then a shower of grace for when we fall out of step, because God made beauty in that, too.

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Maybe these words met you where you are, but maybe you’re struggling with the another piece of whole. What space do you need to give yourself to be whole? Where are you grasping at thin air? Or gasping for air?

Take this as an invitation to make space for it, even if you’re simply making space for empty. 

It’s important.

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Our #wholemama friends are linking up on the word Space today over at Esther’s where Cara is sharing her story on being given the gift of space. Join us, please! 

Also we’re giving away books on instagram each week so you should join us there with our #wholemama hashtag and be entered to win (this week) Wild in the Hollow by Amber Haines.

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One last thing: Emily P. Freeman has put together a lovely video series (only four 5 minute videos, so no overwhelm) about creating space for our souls to breathe in our fast-paced world. You might like it :) 

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When Free is Short Hair // Five Minute Friday

Sometimes free is short hair. 

Right now, short hair is a gift and a reminder. 

It is odd because I’ve always gone back and forth between long and short and never felt this sort of attachment or affinity to the length of my hair. 

But maybe I just wasn’t cutting it short enough. Last year i had it chopped fairly short but the upkeep and daily hair drama was still more than I wanted to deal with. I figured out how to do it and liked it but didn’t feel anything  special about it. 

Normal. 

And then this year, I bit the bullet and finally cut it a little shorter. 

And then even a little shorter. 

And somehow this process of cutting my hair has been freeing. 

I chose to do it for me. This is how I like it. 

It’s not an attempt to conform to anything. And the daily hair drama is down to minimum because my hair likes being like this. 

But beyond the day to day hassle. 

Somehow this one little choice, choosing to do something a little bit brave and realizing it’s more me than anything I’ve tried before, is reminding me to be brave in other ways as well. 

I am free to be my own person. 

Free to be me. 

Other people’s expectations are not so important. 

It’s a visual reminder. 

To choose brave, to choose authenticity, to be myself even when I’m not sure I’ll like it. 

Somehow hair is all that right now. 

Because sometimes hair is a bigger part of your story than you thought. 

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Have you ever had something seemingly trivial become more meaningful than you expected?

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