Today was a pretty poopy day. A runny, poopy diaper kind of day.  Sorry to be so graphic, but it really did stink. After a wonderful weekend away visiting family over the Easter holiday, coming back home to reality was rough. All day, I felt like I was being pecked at from every direction by my responsibilities. After about the 12th negative electronic communication, I tossed my phone away and just wanted to give up on all of the projects I have been working on. I felt like Tippi Hedren’s character in the Alfred Hitchcock movie, “The Birds.”


As I was staring out the family room window watching the rain fall and feeling sorry for myself, I noticed a cardinal pecking around our yard. Instead of running for cover, I gazed at its bold, red color that seemed to glow through the bare trees, adding illumination to the dreariest of days.  This bird seemed to emanate strength and courage as he flew around doing his thing, answering to no one, doing what he could to survive.

Nobody messes with this guy.

Nobody messes with this guy.

This made me feel optimistic that: 1. Spring is on it’s way (even though cardinals are winter birds too, but I digress) and 2. Allowed me to remember that I can overcome my everyday obstacles by being bold and practicing a little bit of courage when I get pushed to the edge. It is my ultimate goal that as I get older (and hopefully wiser) that I will learn to practice and master the art of giving less of a shit about the small things in life.  Because I am pretty proud of the person I have become on this bumpy journey through motherhood.

And I am courageous because…

*I grew and birthed two beautiful children.

*I made it through the Terrible Threes (and the crazy half of the Fours) with my sanity intact.

*I am managing being a working mom to the best of my ability (and with a lot of help from a great hubby).

*I give everything I do 1000% of my effort (for the most part).

*I realize that I will not always succeed, even if I give something my all. And that is ok.

*I have spent 3.5 years of my life breastfeeding two kids and being sucked like a human pacifier.

*I am courageous every time I choose what is right for my family, rather than what is right for only myself.

*I am courageous when I can prioritize what is important – and my family is #1, always.

*I am courageous when I can rise above and respond to negative people with kindness.

*I am courageous when I replace anger with love; frustration with empathy; and chaos with peace.

From now on, I will refer to and recite these points of courage as a reminder that I can handle anything thrown my way.  And as long as I have the health and love of family, that is all that matters!