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Being a stay with child mom is not a glamorous job.
I used to think it was all cuddles, blanket forts and frolicking in the park. In my pre-mom years I often saw women strolling their babies around the neighborhood and others having mommy dates at the park. How relaxing! How fun! How free!
How wrong I was.
When I actually became a stay with child mom, I learned about the other side of motherhood—the endless dishes, diapers and laundry.
Don’t get me wrong. I love being with KidFish all day. It’s the dishes, diapers and laundry that I could do without.
This year, I am challenging myself to see from a different perspective. To look at those dishes, diapers and laundry as a result of memories that were made and moments that were shared.
What stories can those dishes tell?
What sweet words have those diapers heard?
What adventures has that laundry experienced?
Instead of seeing a stack of dirty dishes…
…I should smell the delicious meal that was shared with love.
…I should hear the meaningful dinner conversations.
…I should see the opportunity I had to teach KidFish manners.
Instead of seeing a pile of unfolded laundry…
…I should see a life of abundance.
…I should see the stains on KidFish’s pants from the time she found a sand dollar at the beach.
…I should see the time my sweatshirt kept me warm on the cable car ride as my husband and I pretended to be tourists.
Instead of seeing a diaper that needs to be changed…
…I should see the awesome little person that I get to love.
…I should find comfort in knowing that KidFish is getting enough to eat and drink.
…I should hear the giggle that came out of KidFish’s mouth as I tickled her exposed belly.
Listen closely because those dishes, diapers and laundry tell many stories. Hopefully mine tell of a life well lived.
What stories can your dishes, diapers and laundry tell?
I love December. It’s the month I get to slow down and reflect on the year that past and prepare for the year to come.
2013 was a year of living with less (less shopping, less eating out, less commitments) so that I could have more (more time with Jesus, more time with family, more time establishing a home).
2014 is the year that I move even closer to the life I want.
A simple life filled with passion and purpose.
How do I do that? Here’s my simple plan:
Fear tells me that I am not an artist.
Fear tells me that “artist” is reserved for greats like Michelangelo, Monet and Picasso, not for 30-year old stay-with-child moms.
Fear tells me that my work is not art.
Do you know what fear doesn’t tell me? It doesn’t tell me that I have a college degree in fine art and have spent the past decade working professionally as a graphic designer. It doesn’t tell me that even if I don’t see myself as an artist or my work as art, others do.
Fear doesn’t like facts. It likes to hide in the shadows whispering lies and twisting the truth. Fear wants me to stay in limbo, in the gray area of uncertainty because it paralyzes me. It keeps me from dreaming and creating. It knows that making art helps me see what cannot be seen and that leads to me closer to seeing fear’s true self—small, powerless, useless.
I will not let fear tell me what I am not. Instead, I will tell fear what I am.
I am an artist and I make art.
If you’d like to see my art, head over to my Instagram feed. It’s where I post images of everyday objects from a different perspective. It’s a place where an almond becomes a duck’s beak and a tape dispenser becomes a snail. Enjoy!
Can I be honest? Sometimes I get discouraged for not having this whole parenting thing figured out. I’ve been a mom for more than two years, which equates to more than 18,000 hours! In any other area 10,000 hours qualifies me as an expert, but when it comes to parenting, I’m just a beginner.
I may still have a long way to go, but I’m so glad that I’m not where I used to be.
When I was in college, my brother told me that he would never let me babysit his future kids. EVER! (emphasis his) Something about being irresponsible…or something…I guess I wasn’t really paying attention and was too irresponsible to listen to what he was saying.
That was almost 15 years ago and since then, I’ve babysat all my nieces and nephews…all 5 of them! I’ve even volunteered with middle schoolers, high schoolers and now preschoolers…and I love it!
When I start to get discouraged about still having a long way to go on my journey as a parent, it helps to remember how far I’ve come, not just how far I have to go.