I wake up in the morning before my kids, shower, get breakfast started, check some facebook statuses and my email, and miraculously even get a load of laundry in before I go out to get the goats milked. I was able to find both duck eggs today too before the dogs got a hold of them, I’m on a roll. I tiptoe back in and the kids are still asleep. This is going to be a good day.
Fast forward 14 hours. That load of laundry I put in, yep, it’s still there. The dishes in the sink are piling up because I never did convince the kids that unloading the dishwasher would be more fun than jumping on the trampoline.
The dogs are roaming the neighborhood again and it’s time for our bedtime battle, my least favorite part of the day. This was my life a few weeks ago while my husband was gone on one of his week long business trips. As I was laying there trying to sing songs to the boys while they kept sneaking off to get yet another drink of water I couldn’t help but get frustrated and distracted thinking about how tired I was and the list of all of the things I still needed to do before I could go to bed.
Then all of a sudden it hit me, I was letting myself get distracted, I was missing out. This should be a magical time for us. It is a time of day when I have all of my boys in the same room with me and we can talk, laugh, and snuggle. Since that night I have been more conscious about being present and making the choice to look forward to that time of day instead of trying to get it over with. Since that night I have started laying in the bed of each boy and telling them something they did that day that meant a lot to me, and why I was proud of them for doing it and then I sing them a song.
When I remember to point out things my kids did that I appreciate instead of all of the things they didn’t do quite right I can see their eyes light up and notice they want to do what is right. Not only has our bedtime routine become easier, but our mornings have too. I have noticed that instead of avoiding me when I ask them to do chores, they do them without me asking, or with just a gentle reminder. This is all because I take a few minutes every night to tell them what they mean to me.
This morning, Preston, my 7 year old even got up with Adalaide, our 1 year old, and when I came in from doing my outside chores she was in her highchair and he was feeding her breakfast. That was even after he volunteered to make toast for everyone so I wouldn’t have to make breakfast. A little bit of love goes a long way.
I am constantly telling my boys that sometimes we need to just change our thoughts and our attitudes. We can not control everything that is going on around us no matter how hard we try, and sometimes that also includes trying to control the way people around us act, including our own children. We also have a family motto where we say, “Our family is a team, I am a member of that team. I know what is right, I will do what is right. I can do hard things, I can do amazing things.” Sometimes I forget that I can change my attitude too and when I do incredible things can happen.
Being super mom doesn’t include being able to cross things off of a to-do list. It is about always striving to improve ourselves and the lives of those we love the most, our family.
I am sure that we all have everyday tasks that we don’t enjoy doing and maybe even despise at times. What do you think the world would be like if everyone made the choice to just be. Just be happy and enjoy every moment of their day, soak it all in, the good and the bad. Every experience teaches us something and we can be grateful for, a lesson learned if nothing else. As mothers we have a lot of less than desirable tasks on our to-do lists daily and many of them are very monotonous, like bedtime routines, dishes and laundry.
When we do things that are difficult for us and we strive to do our best no matter what, we can get that feeling of pride. I’m not talking about being prideful, but of feeling that sense of accomplishment. It is an ingrained human emotion. I saw it when my baby took her first few steps a week ago, I saw it when my 6 year old lost his first tooth and when my almost 8 year old aced a math test. None of those things came easily, they took effort, and the more effort we put into something the more we have to be proud of.
Join me in making the choice, starting today, to always strive to be the best mothers we can be. I am going to start by striving to be the best person I can be. It will all start with my attitude and my choice to love what I do, constantly learn better ways to do everyday tasks, and being humble enough to admit when I have done something wrong, to myself, and especially to my kids. I want them to know the choice is theirs. The choice is mine. The choice is yours. The choice to love every moment and just be. Lets take the first step together.