The Superwoman Complex

Can I just let you in on a little secret?  I am surrounded in life by some of the most talented and amazing people and chances are so are you.  I am surrounded by artists, musicians, lovers of life, writers and truth tellers.  I have people in my life who teach me daily about compassion and grace.  I have people who live with me who are generous and love my child as their own.  I am inspired by friends who are strong beyond their circumstances.  I am humbled and amazed by those I get to do life with. Sometimes I wish people could see what I see on my social media pages.  They would see such amazing talents, and such beauty and positivity.  Sometimes I geek out on just how amazing my people are.  What about you? Do you ever have moments when it just hits you.....that with all the negativity that exists in life, with all of the pain and hard times that you face....you still get to have amazing people in your life. I have a couple of friends...

We as humans are complicated.  we are difficult to understand and even more difficult to to live with.  We lie, hurt, steal happiness and justify our bad behavior. We do not attempt to  know ourselves, but seek to understand others. We pass judgment on things we do not understand, and ostricize entire populations based on our own understanding, our narrow minded understanding.  We label, criticize, and hate anything that is different from our own comfort zone. We expect love from others but we are unwilling to extend love, even to ourselves. We do not learn from mistakes, we repeat them, sometimes over and over again.  We make apologies for bad decisions but do not change our behavior.  We claim to stand for our convictions, but often do so from the sidelines.  We are complicated. But one word keeps coming back to me.  One word keeps returning to my mind and my heart.  That word is Grace. Grace: disposition to or an act or instance of kin...

My four year old has a diet that has consisted primarily of cheese cheese sandwiches (cold not grilled), fruit and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  I could not get him to eat anything else.  I struggled with getting protein into this child and it was starting to make me question my motherhood. Yes I realize I'm being a little dramatic.  After reflecting some I realized that I was making a special dinner for this child because I allowed him to "pick his poison".  I decided I had had enough of making separate meals and told this mini dictator that I he was eating what mommy ate.  Low and behold, he ate dinner, didn't go to bed hungry and I felt like parent of the year because he ate grilled chicken and green beans instead of mac and cheese. Success!!! Everyone defines it differently.  I have long been one of those who only felt accomplished when big ticket successes were achieved, but lately I have been finding joy in the small wins. Child sleeps in his...