Tag: mama

So, the elf is back. You know, the elf that I have spent many December nights in the past decade despising because I had to come up with something clever to do. The elf that has made me get out of my warm and comfy bed way past my bedtime when I forgot to move her – or made me think on the fly in the morning so that my kids didn’t wake up to her in the same spot. That darn elf.

A little over 17 years ago, on the day that I graduated college, my mom handed me a gift in a small box. The day was a rush of emotions and busyness, and it wasn’t until we were standing in the parking lot of my apartment as my parents were getting ready to leave for the day that she gave it to me.

As a mom, I feel like the giver of all the things – all the time. Every waking moment tugs me one way or another to give – who needs what? And when? On top of my dry erase daily to-do board, there are about 95 things ongoing that I need to give to on the to-do list inside my head.

You ever have someone say something to you that just sticks – like it finds a place in your brain and will randomly play over and over on repeat? A few years ago, I was told that my “problem” was that I loved to be loved. Not that I loved to love – but that I loved to be loved.

When I am trying to figure out what to share for the week, I usually try to somewhat tie it into what is going on in the world around me. Is there something relatable that people will actually want to read about? Clearly, this week, there was a pretty huge event – but one, even I with an opinion column, won’t touch.

Oh hey, November, I am so ready for you. I feel like this has been a long Halloween season – which is weird, because Halloween doesn’t change year over year – I mean, it is always the last day of October. But we usually trick-or-treat like a week before – not on Halloween. So, I am not sure if that is why it seemed so long.

I really do not have anything to write about this week – which is kind of funny, since I pretty much never stop talking. You would think I could just throw all those words down on paper and call it my story for the week.

I burned hard boiled eggs this week. I am talking full blown smoke alarms blaring and eggs popping out of the pot – completely breaking and exploding out of their shell – and all over my kitchen.

If I look hard enough, I can find God anywhere. That sunrise coming up, I can see Him in that. The sweet embrace of a friend or child, I can feel His love. A kind word from a stranger or a good morning note just because — I know God was a part of those.

Sometimes, we make time for what we have to do. And sometimes, we make time for what we love to do. I think what always surprises me the most is when something I have to do turns into something that I love to do – like nightly reading with Reagan.