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We Each Have One – A Mother!

We Each Have One Mothers…not about being a mother, but about OUR mothers. I am not a mother and I lost mine when I was 25 years old. I miss her every day. My parents gave me and my brothers a wonderful childhood, probably to the point of spoiling me, since I am the youngest…

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We Each Have One

Mothers…not about being a mother, but about OUR mothers. I am not a mother and I lost mine when I was 25 years old. I miss her every day. My parents gave me and my brothers a wonderful childhood, probably to the point of spoiling me, since I am the youngest and the only girl. My mom was always there for me, always supportive of me and my friends even though I didn’t realize it until later in life. Now she’s gone and it’s too late to tell her “thank you”, “I’m sorry” and “I love you”.

I see many women who have great relationships with their mothers. Some do not. I did not. My hope is that more women will see that, typically, we only get one mom and one dad and that someday it will be too late to say the things that are in our hearts. We can be mad at them, hurt by them, jealous of them or just plain indifferent to them but I sincerely hope that the day never comes when there is more regret for something not said. An “I love you”, a “thank you” or an “I’m sorry” can do so much good, even if harsh words were spoken before.

My experience has made me live with harsh words that I said, and kind words that I didn’t say. If this can help even one person, it will help me to cope with my own regret of taking my mother for granted and not telling her that I love her, or thanking her, or that I’m sorry.

I’m sorry mom.
I love you.
Thank you.

Guest bloggist, Liberty Landris is a small town waitress and avid equestrian trying to live a good, clean country life in Northern Michigan. She is also a supporter of “A Beautiful Me®”.

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How Do You DO It?

How Do You DO It? As soon as a new acquaintance finds out that I have six children between the ages of 7-12, the very next words out of her mouth are “How do you DO it?”. Usually followed by some sort of commentary that she “only” has 2 (or 1 or 3) kids, and…

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How Do You DO It?

As soon as a new acquaintance finds out that I have six children between the ages of 7-12, the very next words out of her mouth are “How do you DO it?”. Usually followed by some sort of commentary that she “only” has 2 (or 1 or 3) kids, and she can “barely manage”. Well ladies, let me tell you that we ALL have a lot on our plates – every single one of us! Anyone who is juggling parenthood, running a household, and possibly a full or part-time career knows that it isn’t easy!

The reality is that half the time we don’t give ourselves credit for how amazing we ARE! It’s time for each of us to stop comparing what we are doing against what we see others are doing. Because we really don’t know the internal struggle that someone else might be going through in their efforts to try to keep it out together. Sure, that other Mom at the grocery store might appear to be organized and her children well behaved. But what we don’t see is that her house is a mess, her kids ate leftover birthday cake for breakfast, and she missed work (again) yesterday because the baby had a fever. Fleeting glimpses into one another’s lives don’t tell the whole picture, and when we continue to compare ourselves with one another we are just setting ourselves up for feeling like “we’re not doing enough”.

So instead of measuring ourselves against one another – let’s instead give a big high-five to ourselves and to all Moms who work so hard everyday!

Guest bloggist, Sharon Rowley from Bedford Corners, NY, is a supporter of “A Beautiful Me®”. At www.Momof6.com she writes about organizing your home, using a family calendar, creating household routines, hosting at-home birthday parties, and holding a DIY summer camp.

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Christmas – A Season of Joy

A Season of Joy! I love Christmas! It is the season when everyone is friendly, happy and ready to give. My daughters and I love to sit and drink hot cocoa while watching our favorite Christmas movies. Everyone around us is excited and in a hurry to get everything done on time. I was able…

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A Season of Joy!

I love Christmas! It is the season when everyone is friendly, happy and ready to give. My daughters and I love to sit and drink hot cocoa while watching our favorite Christmas movies. Everyone around us is excited and in a hurry to get everything done on time.

I was able to see Christmas from a different point of view a few years ago. In December 2012, my family and I went on a mission trip to Thailand. We visited a ministry that reaches into dark areas of Bangkok to find women in need of a new life. I traveled across the world planning to bring hope to women who are part of this amazing ministry which helps them get out of an exploited life of darkness.

Surprisingly when entering a Christmas party I found them all laughing, singing and full of love. They seemed to enjoy this Christmas party as if it was their first party ever! During the party, they had a time of singing. One young lady approached the microphone with quietness. She took the mic in her hand and stood waiting for the music to begin. As she began the first note, I knew this was a worship song. I could not understand the words as she sang in her Thai language, but I could hear her heart. Tears ran down my face as I realized what the true meaning of Christmas was – possibly for the first time in my American life. I realized that this young girl was saved by Christ from a life of darkness. Her life was redeemed. I sat and listened to what redemption sounded like. It sounded like love, gratefulness and joy all mixed into a song that was sung as if it was a gift to God himself. God is ready to take your life, redeem your brokenness and show you how to sing again.

I went all the way around the world to learn what Christmas is all about. I also saw what I had been missing in my own life – in my American Christmas life. I was missing Joy! Do you have joy this Christmas season? Why don’t we take time this season to step away from our plans, our shopping and our movies. Let us be filled with what we really need this holiday season…JOY!

Guest bloggist, Heidi Cook, has a dream to speak to women in all areas of life and to share hope with those who feel hopeless. Heidi is a supporter of “A Beautiful Me®” and writes from her heart in a blog: www.heidicook.blogspot.com

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Which to Choose?

Which to Choose? My shoes are more than just accessories in my closet, accents for my feet or eye candy for date nights with my husband. They all serve a function. Some give me boost when extra inches are required. Others keep me grounded. More protect from harsh conditions and jerks. Then, there are my…

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Which to Choose?

My shoes are more than just accessories in my closet, accents for my feet or eye candy for date nights with my husband. They all serve a function. Some give me boost when extra inches are required. Others keep me grounded. More protect from harsh conditions and jerks. Then, there are my treads for running distances and traversing uneven terrain.

There are days when I’d like to wear someone else’s shoes for a block; or maybe for an entire marathon. Those red, three-inch, knee-high, platform-style boots I saw this morning at the bus stop sure would be the ticket. Better yet, what would it be like to see the world standing in cheetah-motif stilettos? Only the person wearing them really knows.

The next question is: would the red, platform-style boots or cheetah-print stilettos take me to the finish of the race I need to run? Maybe. Or, maybe not. It all depends upon my journey and the obstacles I need to overcome. I am thankful for having the free will to choose a pair — or several for that matter — that match whatever is required of me on any given day.

So, what shoes are you wearing today? I have yet to put mine on.

Guest bloggist, Kate Parish, is a supporter of “A Beautiful Me®” and provides advocacy as well as newsletter publishing services to Kids on the Go – www.kidsonthegocamp.com. Kate also writes about random thoughts and life scenes at her blog – kateschannel.wordpress.com

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Breaking Point

Breaking Point Growing up, I was often the subject of teasing. I had red hair, freckles, and my maiden name was “Pigeon”. Yes, just like the bird. I was a “sitting duck”. My mom told me to ignore them. But sometimes I got tired of turning the other cheek. In high school, there was a…

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Breaking Point

Growing up, I was often the subject of teasing. I had red hair, freckles, and my maiden name was “Pigeon”. Yes, just like the bird. I was a “sitting duck”. My mom told me to ignore them. But sometimes I got tired of turning the other cheek.

In high school, there was a boy who sat behind me in math class. Every day he would harass me. He would pull my hair, steal my pencils, and just be a pest. Then one day my patience hit its limit and I clocked him! My teacher saw me hit him and proceeded to reprimand my redheaded temper.

Why do we only notice people when they hit their breaking point? Had the teacher really not noticed our scuffles? Did he think we were just having hormone issues?

It seems we only notice what is happening when someone hits their breaking point. They lose their temper with a colleague. They end up in the hospital with an anxiety attack. They attempt to take their own life. Do we really not see when they are headed for divorce court? Did we not recognize the early signs of substance abuse?

People are good at hiding, and good at pretending too. But it’s time for us to look up and look around. Take an inventory of our friends and family. Are they doing alright? Is there something unusual about their countenance? Take a moment and ask. It may be nothing. But you may also catch someone before they hit their breaking point.

Guest bloggist, Rev. JoAnn Bastien, is a supporter of “A Beautiful Me®” and the pastor of Plumb Line Community Church in Livonia, MI. www.plcclivonia.com

 

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