Hope Despite Despair

A friend of mine recently lost her job and now faces an uncertain economic future.  I have a friend who has decided to courageously fight and overcome an obstacle that has plagued her for years.  Another friend has spent weeks in a hospital at her mom’s side, rotating shifts with exhausted family members, balancing the needs of her family with the needs of her mother, not knowing each time she leaves to care for her three children, if it will be the last time she sees her mom alive.  My grandmother speaks wistfully of a desire to return to her home, leaving the assisted living facility where she now resides, knowing that her longing will most likely never be fulfilled.  My cousin missed her daughter’s college graduation to rush to her father’s side as he fought for his life in a hospital.  Today, a dear friend, who had just comforted neighbors who lost their son to suicide, learned that her best friend lost her young daughter in a drowning.  I don’t know her friend, but because the experience of motherhood is universal, I wept for her loss because no friend cries alone, no family member cries alone, no mother cries alone.

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Letting My Kids Take The Lead

The coach finishes his post-game pep talk then holds up the coveted game ball.  He’s ready to announce tonight’s recipient.  I glance at my son, his eyes wide in anticipation.  I can almost hear his slow intake of breath, the butterflies of possibility fluttering in his stomach.  I’ve been there on pageant stages, at cheerleader tryouts, the waiting to hear your name announced yet knowing deep down it probably isn’t going to happen.  C closes his eyes hoping to hear his name.  Tonight was his best game of the season, but he plays on a team of standouts, and their plays and displays outshone his.  “Tonight’s game ball goes to….”  I don’t remember whose name was called; I just know it wasn’t his.

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Playing Offense

Few things drive me to my knees faster than parenting.  I think Satan likes to attack my parenting because it is where I feel most insecure.  I’m accustomed to tackling challenges with ease, but parenting leaves me baffled.  What works one day prompts disaster the next.  Throw a strong-willed child into the mix and boom!  Once again, I’m left in the wake picking up the shards of a broken morning.

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Turning 40: Five Things I Wish I Had Known 20 Years Ago

This July is my fortieth birthday. Forty isn’t a little mile marker on the life highway, it’s one of those big flashing billboards reminding you not to text and drive on the interstate. You might notice it for a moment as you glance up from your smart phone…..the one that didn’t even exist twenty years ago. Forty is one of those birthdays that requires reflection: from where have I come and to where am I going? As I prepare to celebrate in a few months, I’ve been wondering what it would be like to go back and have a chat with my
twenty-year-old self, the one on the brink of jumping into life with both feet, a life full of unknowns but also brimming with promise. What would I say to that naive girl? What wisdom would the 40-year-old version of me impart to that ingenue? So, I decided to create a list of truths I’d like to share with that much-younger me:

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New Year Reflections

This is the time of year where I usually reflect on my failed resolutions of the past 365 days, an uplifting berating of my many failings and shortcomings.  Most resolutions never live to see me sneaking Valentine conversation hearts from my kids’ stashes.  It’s been such a strange and atypical year, though, that I decided to reflect on what the past year has taught me about who I am, flaws and all.   Continue reading “New Year Reflections”

The One Where I Open Up About My Struggle with Body Image

I quickly post pictures of me taken at the finish line of the Gulf Coast Triathlon without examining them too closely. I just completed my first triathlon, and these pictures need to get to the world wide web as soon as possible. The people need to know. Later, when I’ve had time to recover, I scroll through the photographs taken by family and friends. I pause on the one of me proudly holding up my finisher’s medal, and I am disgusted. My first thought isn’t, “Look at what you just accomplished after years of battling injury. You go girl!” No, sadly, my first thought is, “Who is that big girl? I look so fat.” What should be my most triumphant moment in a long time reduces me to tears of frustration as I pore over every flaw, picking apart each inch of my body with a negativity I wouldn’t reserve for my nemesis. Continue reading “The One Where I Open Up About My Struggle with Body Image”