Paisley is seven. She’s so darn hilarious and the kind of girlfriend that everyone needs in their life, I just love her to death. She has those big girl conversations mixed with a little bit of that seven year old’s truthful kind of innocence that my heart just can’t get enough of.
She was in the bathroom with me this weekend where she always comes to watch and chat with me for some extra girl time. I finished my makeup and opened the cabinet to grab out my go-to dry shampoo.
“Is that your hairspray, Shelbs?”
“Nope, it’s my dry shampoo. One day you will love this.” View Post
All aboooard the Hot Mess Express!
So many tears have fallen and so many smiles have shined through in honor of celebrating this day for you. It’s your first day of Kindergarten, my boy. My eyes are red and puffy and my feelings are overpowering my exhaustion for right now. I didn’t get much sleep last night and have been up since 4am this morning. I didn’t want to go to sleep or get out of bed because I knew that today was the day. And I wanted to hold that moment in just a little bit longer if I could. It’s the day that you are officially my ‘big boy.’ Well, to prove to everyone else you are. You’re not a baby anymore, as much as I still want to explain to you though, how you always (forever and ever) will be… View Post
The first week is sluggishly passing by. Just being honest, it’s going reallyyyy slow, a little too slow for my liking. And while that is fine with me, it’s still a bit torturous, but it’s almost done. And yes, it’s taken me this long to actually just sit at my desk and write this without needing to stop and feel sad. I still cry at some point every day, and although I know it will go away at some point, just label me as ‘that mom.’ I don’t care. I’ve written in my journal every day, some multiple times a day, so I can remember everything that I’ve felt and everything that has happened. So after we celebrated us both getting through that first day together, I think celebrating getting through the first week will feel more like a victory.
Kindergarten roundup : Tuesday 8.16.16.
Yes, that “K” word. It’s here. It’s time. My boy starts Kindergarten in TWO days. Uggggh.
How am I feeling today you ask? Every emotion in the flippin’ book. I’m sad, anxious, excited for him but I feel like a piece of my heart is leaving me. I’m hopeful. I’m extremely thankful that we chose to keep him back one more year before starting. Everyone’s opinions made either a positive or negative impact but it’s true when they say ‘mom knows best.’ No one knows your child like you do. And seeing now how much he has succeeded, grown and accomplished in that year before sending him off has made it that much more easier to feel confident for him going this year. He’s ready, I’m ready… My heart just isn’t ready. But when will it ever be? View Post
A lot of conversations I’ve had with friends or clients lately have been about that ‘D’ word…
We don’t like to talk about it, or think about it. And we don’t, or should I sadly say most of us don’t, actually ‘plan’ for it to happen. But since it has come up so very often lately in my personal conversations, giving advice, being a listener and being able to relate on certain things and could possibly help a friend make it through, I thought I should write a little bit about it. So my recent friends who need a lift, here’s to you. I’m not here to bash people or put people down in any way, as some people, I know, are just not meant to be together. But unfortunately, it is still a part of life and everyone, going through this or not, could use a positive pick me up, a hug, or some uplifting thoughts for their future during certain situations. If you don’t like the idea of this, please don’t read it. It doesn’t bother me at all that you don’t care, but there are a few main points that have come across in conversations over and over again and having experienced this situation myself, I figured it could just help someone else if they need to hear it. Each relationship is different, so it is very broad, but I am hoping to help a friend or two out there somewhere. View Post
I did a lifestyle session and ended up having lunch after with a client, who has turned into more of a girlfriend, at her house the other week. Her family has always been one of my favorites to watch grow and we’ve become such close friends over time. We talk about all aspects of life and my cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so hard every time I leave her. We sit for an enjoyable hot minute, you know, having that dream mom to mom adult conversation, but usually after about 10 minutes, we’re standing (and usually yelling our conversations to each other from room to room) while we chase kids around. By the time we get into a strong conversation, it gets interrupted with answering the kids’ questions and we literally never get to finish a conversation. This could go on for a few hours… as we both clean up different messes while the kids are still playing.
For so many of us, there is so much time spent on cleaning up throughout the day, how we feel the need to constantly have a clean house for unexpected guests or to have ready at that very moment when our spouse comes home from work. Oh, how wonderful it feels at the end of the night when everything is put away in it’s ‘spot’ and I can go to bed knowing there is peacefulness until it starts again tomorrow. I think a lot of it for me, has to do with my son getting older now. As hectic as we are as a household still, that baby stage for me, is gone, (and no, I’m not ready to talk about that situation) which has left me with more time to allow ‘OCD’ through the door a little bit more than planned. I mean, I clean up while he’s playing. It’s bad. And then that’s when she said something that hit so close to my heart, because I always thought the same thing as Owen was growing up, and it put my mind at ease a little bit and helped get me back to where I always have been. View Post
“See it for what it is, not what you want it to be.”
This quote has gotten me further in life than I’ve expected. It’s just something that is still always on my mind and always has been. It has to do with what I’ve pictured my life to be like since I was a little girl, and what my life actually just is. You know, that thing that they call the “5 year plan?” If there is even such a thing, I have yet to believe it.
I took Paisley a while back to get her nails done on one of our usual ‘girls days’ that we have together. The lady smiled at us sitting in our manicure chairs and said, “Oh, lovely fingernails! Do you like to get your nails done with your Mom?”
“She’s not my mom…”
Backtrack to September 2013
This has been the beginning of a second chance. For the both of us.
Our first year together was one that I’ll never forget. And as hard as it was, it will always be one of my favorites.
We lived in separate homes, with separate lives, raising children who attended schools in different districts and we all had individual schedules. I was transitioning into a ‘new start’ in my life and he had already had a year and a half to mold his back into a fresh one. View Post
Life has a really funny way of working itself out, doesn’t it? Even, when at that exact moment when you thought your life was just the way you’ve always wanted it? Your life can instantly change. In one minute, one day, through a simple conversation or even one phone call. And you know what helps? The power of prayer. Just stop and pray. I mean, that’s what I did…