Blog? What’s a blog? Oh yeah, that thing that used to call to me like a longing lover at least once a week. Sorry honey, I just haven’t been feeling it.
My little guy turned 6 and we had our first parent/teacher conference. He’s totally rocking kindergarten. My heart dropped a little when his teacher pointed out that he’s very hard on himself but that he seems to be finding his groove and relaxing. My mind wanted to sabotage me with thoughts like he’s hard on himself because I’m hard on myself. I taught him to be that way. Isn’t that just like a recovering perfectionist? Fortunately, there was another voice in my head, a stronger, more loving voice that said you’re such a good mama for recognizing his tendency to be hard on himself and showing him what self-compassion looks like. His teacher has no idea that his mama is uniquely qualified to help him kick perfectionism in the b-u-t-t.
We said our teary goodbye to the minivan.
The kids are on fall break this week, which means we’re enjoying the high 80’s and absolutely nothing resembling fall. We did get some rain last week, which inspired me to replace all of the sleeveless tops in my closet with my winter wardrobe. I’ll be sweating it out until December, folks.
I’ve been taking a lot of selfies.
Two lovely ladies, Dawn and Joyelle, are creating an anthology to create awareness for parents who are survivors of childhood sexual and physical abuse. I’m working on an essay to contribute and want to help spread the word to others who may be interested in contributing. You can get all the details on their Facebook page – https://www.facebook.com/TriggerPointsAnthology
There’s a pretty good chance that I won’t be posting much. I’m really enjoying just living in the present and I haven’t been feeling much like analyzing the past. That’s a big change for me and I’m going to ride it out. If we get what we focus on, I’m focusing on my state of wholeness. I don’t have to convince myself that I’m whole, I just have to remember. God made me whole. He always intended for me to be whole. I’m living like I already know the end of the book.