A Mom-friend recently shared this with me, and I wanted to share it with you. And remember, Your Doing A GREAT JOB, Mom!! So, relax and enjoy this moment, each day!

On Being Mom by Anna Quindlen

If not for the photographs, I might have a hard time
believing they ever existed. The pensive infant with
the swipe of dark bangs and the black button eyes of a
Raggedy Andy doll. The placid baby with the yellow
ringlets and the high piping voice. The sturdy toddler
with the lower lip that curled into an apostrophe
above her chin. ALL MY BABIES are gone now.

I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I take
great satisfaction in what I have today: three
almost-adults, two taller than I am, one closing in
fast. Three people who read the same books I do and
have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me
in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar
jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who
need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want
to keep their doors closed more than I like.

Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their
jackets and move food from plate to mouth all by
themselves. Like the trick soap I bought for the
bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby
is buried deep within each, barely discernible except
through the unreliable haze of the past.

Everything in all the books I once pored over is
finished for me now. Penelope Leach., T. Berry
Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and
sleeping through the night and early-childhood
education, all grown obsolete.

Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things
Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I
suspect that if you flipped the pages dust would rise
like memories.

What those books taught me, finally, and what the
women on the playground taught me, and the
well-meaning relations –what they taught me was that
they couldn’t really teach me very much at all.
Raising children is presented at first as a true-false
test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far
along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one
knows anything. One child responds well to positive
reinforcement, another can be managed only with a
stern voice and a timeout. One boy is toilet trained
at 3, his brother at 2.

When my first child was born, parents were told to put
baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on
his own spit- up. By the time my last arrived, babies
were put down on their backs because of research on
sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this
ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then
soothing.

Eventually you must learn to trust yourself.
Eventually the research will follow.

I remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr.
Brazelton’s wonderful books on child development, in
which he describes three different sorts of infants:
average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a
sub-quiet codicil for an 18-month-old who did not
walk. Was there something wrong with his fat little
legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little
mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically
challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China.
Next year he goes to college. He can talk just fine.
He can walk, too.

Every part of raising children is humbling, too.
Believe me, mistakes were made. They have all been
enshrined in the Remember-When-Mom-Did Hall of Fame.
The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language,
mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed.
The times I arrived late for preschool pickup. The
nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day
when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom
with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, What
did you get wrong? (She insisted I include that.) The
time I ordered food at the McDonald’s drive-through
speaker and then drove away without picking it up from
the window. (They all insisted I include that.) I did
not allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first two
seasons.

What was I thinking?

But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of
us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment
enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment
is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one
picture of the three of them sitting in the grass on a
quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day,
ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we
ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded,
and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish
I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next
thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured
the doing a little more and the getting it done a
little less.

Even today I’m not sure what worked and what didn’t,
what was me and what was simply life. When they were
very small, I suppose I thought someday they would
become who they were because of what I’d done. Now I
suspect they simply grew into their true selves
because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back
off and let them be.

The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense,
matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over the top. And
look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three
people I like best in the world, who have done more
than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That’s
what the books never told me. I was bound and
determined to learn from the experts.

It just took me a while to figure out who the experts
were.

Live Positively Fulfilled!

Lynn Ely
MomEvolve
Inspiring Moms to Evolve TM
www.momevolve.com

We were watching home videos over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, and we saw one with my older daughter as a young toddler saying “No” as one of her early words. She wasn’t rude or disrespectful, just a very pleasant yet understandable “No” with a smile. Isn’t it funny that, although “No” is one of the first words in our initial vocabulary, it is one of the only words that seems to get increasingly difficult to say when we would like to as adult Moms. Now, I’m not talking about telling our kids “No” – although that can be difficult at times, most of us moms learn early on that, no matter how cute that little begging face with the big, wide eyes staring up at us is, it still requires the response of a firm “No” at times. Rather, I’m talking about us struggling with our ability to say “No” to other adults in our lives when they ask us to pile more onto our already over-full plates. (Sorry for the plate analogy – I personally am still full from Thanksgiving last Thursday!)

Especially during the holidays, when we are all so busy rushing around, it can be very easy to over-schedule, over-commit, and overwhelm yourself during what could be one of the most enjoyable times of year for both you and your family. So do yourself a huge favor this holiday season and take time to slow down and listen to your body and intuition when others ask you to do something. When asked to take on another task, take a moment first instead – how are you feeling at that moment? What is your body telling you about this request – are you happy about it, is your heart excited over the thought of this opportunity? Or, are you tightening up, feeling tense in your stomach or a “lump” in your throat? And what is your heart or intuition telling you? What is the first thought that came to mind when the request was made? Were you genuinely excited and eager to participate, or did you think “Oh no!” Now that you have taken a moment to tune into your body and check-in with your Self, what do you really WANT to do? That may be very different than what you are feeling like you HAVE to do, simply because someone asked you. Give yourself this space and time to make a decision that you will feel good about, even if it means telling the person making the request that you will need to get back to them. If you feel in your body and heart that this is not something that you are thrilled about making a priority in your Holiday schedule, politely decline. Although you may initially be concerned that someone else may be disappointed in your decision, you can feel great about knowing that you made the choice that is right for you, and really, yours is the only choice you have control over. So, own it, feel great about honoring your Self, and recognize that not only will saying “No” get easier and feel more natural over time (with practice), your refusal to take on something that doesn’t serve you right now is actually creating that opportunity for another person whom the task will serve. You just did someone else and yourself a favor! See, saying “No” is easier already!