I can be an intensely private person with an overwhelming number of stressors to juggle. Sometimes its easier for me to gloss over my life in conversation with others than to try and find the words to describe the convoluted web I find myself in. If you found yourself nodding or otherwise relating to the
When I was sixteen years old, a series of poor choices resulted in my getting arrested. The punishment designated by the court was 100 hours of community service, overseen by Reverend William T. Federici of First Congregational Church. Unphased and unrepentant, I showed up (late, of course) for my first day of service straight from the beach: barefoot, sand covered, and bathing suit clad. Rev. Federici said not a word about what brought me to his office, and set about drawing me a diagram detailing the direct connection between the mind and the heart. He explained something called “the heart of the perfection of wisdom,” and advised that I needed not just to open, but to empty the negative thoughts cluttering my mind. For a disaffected teenager, it was quite a concept.
Each Thanksgiving, I take inventory of the things I am grateful for. While I am never more or less appreciative, one year to the next, there are times where events like births or deaths act as glowing reminders of all that we are blessed with (and, more soberingly, how quickly those things may be lost). This
In the wake of a string of very bad news this week, it would be nicer to shift our focus to a more pleasant subject. But I would be remiss if I did not heap massive kudos upon the author of this Scary Mommy post for pointing out why we need to show compassion, not
Tears and tantrums seem to rule our house these days. My moody and limit-testing 2-year-old ends up on the time-out chair again. Or she wants a “donut cookie” (??), and we don’t have any. She spilled milk on her shirt. I’m holding the baby. It’s a bath night. It’s not bath night. Her dinner’s too hot.
I’ve been listening to music pretty much every day on my walks or runs and I’ve found that I keep hitting repeat, over and over, on the song I Am Not a Robot by Marina and the Diamonds. I’ve been going through a lot of change in my life as my husband and I continue
My son is a dessert before dinner kind of kid, which I am sure many of us can identify with. Outside of birthdays, we’re a protein-first kind of family. But on those savory birthdays, if they want to indulge in cookies and cake before (or in lieu of) healthy greens and chicken, enjoy. I, however,
My four-year-old daughter surprises me with her acts of kindness and compassion on a daily basis. I am realizing more and more every day just how important it is to model the behaviors, like this one, that I expect from my daughters. Our children are always watching, whether we realize it or not. Even when
Here at CTWorkingMoms we believe in the importance of non-judgement. You do what’s best for your family and I’ll do what’s best for mine and we can still love, respect and even appreciate our differences. That’s the premise behind our Campaign for Judgement-Free Motherhood. We’ve talked a lot here about how we can all work
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The love we have for our children is like no other love we’ve experienced. Why is it that it’s so much harder to feel that same way about the people in our everyday lives? Can you imagine what it would feel like to walk around loving others