Super Z update

Ok, I am going to be pretty brief.  I just can’t seem to catch up with life enough to sit down.

 

This surgery has been a challenge.  There was some damage in working to get the cyst under control.  This caused him paralysis to his left leg and left arm, and on the left side of his face.  We had a scare on Sunday, he seemed to go into these non responsive modes and Sunday’s lasted so long it was scary.  We think it was due to pain.  They had a hard time getting that under control, and since Zayne is used to chronic headaches he has developed a pretty good tuning out skill to manage.   Once they got pain under control, it seemed to help.  They are still working to manage the pain.  He is on a hefty pain pill still…so please pray that that pain subsides.

 

On to the good news.  The boy stood on his own 2 feet today and balanced by himself.  This is HUGE!!!  He was also able to take 5 steps just holding on to the Dr. hands(until now we have had to support his weight for him.)  And along with that there was a sighting of left arm movement…which is a first sense surgery.

They have now checked out of the hospital and head to the rehab center tomorrow where he will stay.  We aren’t sure of a time line.  I have heard anywhere from 2 to 6 months.  It is going to be tough and I wish they didn’t have to go through all this, but I am grateful that walking is still an option for this little guy.

Thank you all so much for your support!!!  YOU HAVE KNOW IDEA.  We could feel your prayers.   I do apologize for our lack of updates.  We really want to keep you informed, you have been so good to us.  But this experience turned into just putting one foot in front of the other  hanging on to any thread of our faith and quite honestly…our sanity…. And I am not kidding.  Toughest thing we have every been through.

 

Jess and I have so much more to say, but life doesn’t give us a moment these days.  We wanted to at least get everyone updated on what has been happening in this whirlwind.

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He didn’t bring me out here to drown…

So it seems these past 24 hours I have been working to grasp my mustard seed of faith, only to wonder if it’s even that big. It seems in a moment the clamor of fear in my brain literally incapacitates me dropping me to my knees. Then I hear a voice “Peter, step out of the boat. Step out of the boat and walk on the water with me Peter.”  In the darkness of my mind I search for this Peter that this steady and assuring voice has called to.

 

I recognized that voice, I knew it was God calling for him.   And then I realized…. He was calling for me.   I was who he was calling to. My faith was diminishing by the second so I called out.  “Send me my angel…. I want to see him.” I demanded in desperation.   The with fear was seeping into every crevice it could find.  Moments later my angel was sitting next to me. Only, his image wasn’t strong… He almost seemed faded. Through angry tears I said. “Why aren’t you really here? I can barely see you!” And he responded so calmly. “It’s you, not me. It’s your perspective, because I AM right here.”  He went on to say, “It is ok, your human perspective is clouding things a bit right now.  Let go of fear and expectation.  You will see me. You know you will.”

 

For a moment I believed him. The moment lasted just long enough to throw me what didn’t feel like rope, but like a string.  I now can literally relate to hanging on by a thread.  I grip the thread tight.  Deep inside I do believe I can walk on water and even in my doubt when I begin to sink… I hold on to the thread of faith I have that says, He won’t let me drown.

~Jamie Lightner

We believe…

Well, once again, this night before surgery we rally the troops.

You all have supported us from the very beginning(Um.. he has a what?).  As always our words can never express the way we truly feel about all the support.  It may not make sense, but we feel your hearts and there is strength out pouring from so many.

As we near tomorrow we a rally the troops, and as with any rally before a big battle, we need a unified battle cry.  And as Jess and I sit together pondering what to say tonight, we feel the cry is “We believe!” Believe in what , you may ask… and to that we say “Yes”.  We believe in hope, we believe in peace, we believe in love, and we believe in God and his ultimate plan.  We believe in a power within each and every one of us to do great things, greater than we ever thought possible.  To shine in a weary land.  To bring life and peace to every corner.  We believe the battles we face are about much more than strengthening our faith in God, but about him revealing to us who we are truly and meant to be.  We will transform.  Like the Phoenix out of the ashes we will rise.  We don’t care what things look like, and our own expectations of outcomes aside, victory DOES course through our VEINS. We may stumble, we may fall, our faith be shaken to it’s very core and weakness may suffocate us for but a moment.  I can declare this for sure, come hell or high water we know who goes before us and who is behind us.  And no matter the outcome, we will rise. We understand the fight we fight.  WE see the risks; however we also understand that these battle lines surge beyond this surgery we face tomorrow. WE reach deep into our core, to the very depth of our soul.  And there, burning with just the slightest glow, at the very center of our hearts, is our true identity.  And like a Trust fall from terrifying heights, we choose to believe and take hold of our true identity, glowing like an ember, just waiting for our very breath to bring it to flames.  With every breath we transform.  We have called out angels, and this is not a fight we fight with fists, but a fight where we draw on the power of our hearts and the very wings on our backs, that our angels have given us to take flight.  We will soar.  Soar with power, and peace.  Soar with determination and strength and an even greater knowing of who we truly are.  And that is what We Believe.

 

I know we all have different understandings and beliefs, and that ok.  We all have a piece to the puzzle.  So when you ask us, “What specifically are we believing for THIS battle?”… we say “yes”.  So tomorrow reach to the very depths of your own soul.  Allow your own empowering beliefs to connect all our hearts together and we will rise.

Below is a song by Katty Parry that has fueled both Jess and my hearts this past month.  It will be one of the songs on our playlist for tomorrow.

And then if you scroll further I have a couple more videos…a couple of Zayne singing…love it.

Will I be strong enough for her… (Super Z Stories)

“Mom.”  I heard Kate’s voice and immediately I knew why she was calling.  “Are you coming to get me?”

In my rush to get Bo to his scrimmage in Eaton Rapids, I forgot to pick her up when I dropped off Josh and Timmy to their practices at the school tonight.  And I thought I was on top of things because I actually had dinner done before 5pm tonight.  I sunk in my chair at Bo’s scrimmage and wondered to myself how I was going to pull off the next 2 weeks.  My college classes were starting(yeah, a story for another blog), my coaching was going well, brain surgery is scheduled for next week, and oh yeah, I have FOUR kids who apparently have places to go and people to see.

Last brain surgery I felt so strong for Jess.  If I even heard her voice over my phone, “hey Jame…”, I was already in my car on my way.  These days I find myself staring at all the plates I have spinning in the air and I can’t help wonder which will come crashing down first, apparently it was the “pick your daughter up from practice plate.”  But which one would be next.

And then I go and do the unthinkable… read my sisters blog post.  Why would I do that to myself.

So I take tonight to fall apart, I take tonight to wonder, “Will I be able to be enough for her this time around?”  “Will my kids know that despite how many times they are left at the school, they are a priority?”  “Will my kids understand that my lack of patience with them this week is due to the pressure on my shoulders right now, but that I love them more than the very air I breathe?”

I take this moment to feel weak, and tired and quite honestly a bit like a whiner.  I take this moment, in this lull before battle to cry and ask why.  I take this moment to challenge my faith, really put it to the test so that when tomorrow comes it’s stronger.  Tonight I cry, but when tomorrow comes I will lift my eyes to the sun, spread my wings and allow my creator to fill me with his strength and peace, for in a few days we will go to battle with the angles by our sides and I will stand by her. No matter what… because that is what we do.

Throughout our lives my sister and I have taken turns standing and strengthening the other.   And although I feel weak tonight, I accept that, because I know it will be just for a moment.

 

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I quietly slid in his bed and snuggled up beside him.  Thoughts that day had been rough and I felt like as hard as I fought my thoughts were to strong and I came out of the ring pretty banged up.  My body was exhausted.  But I laid next to him and just took him in.  In the soft light I saw the silhouette of his perfect lips.  I have kissed those soft lips so many times.  His hands lay across his chest.  Those sweet little hands that have handed me dandelions, and other assorted weeds.  His eyes softly closed.  I just laid there and felt him.  Felt his presence.  I took in what it felt like to hear him breathe and to feel his little spirit even while he sleeps.  He is so creative.  So vibrant.  He is such a mix of bright colors.  I can’t imagine not seeing those colors.  Lord, tell me we are doing the right thing.  Tell me we are supposed to take all the risks and open him up once again.  Tell me he’s gonna make it out. Tell me I’ll get to lay beside him after surgery and watch his chest fill with breath.  Tell me he will come out and still be able to see me, talk to me, and be who I know he is.  I couldn’t help but imagine what the doctor’s face would look like if he had to tell me they did everything they could but just couldn’t revive him.  The emotion was so strong I felt like it was hard to breathe.  I felt like my lungs had quit working and to take a breath was like trying to breathe under water.  I shook the thought away and reached my hand out to touch him.  He was warm.  I scooted closer and put my nose against his.  I almost can’t describe that feeling.  As a parent there is an un-explainable love we have for our children.  It’s mind blowing, this love.  And in moments like these when you realize you have no control of an outcome if you don’t let go they become unbearable.  As I lay so close to my sweet baby boy, my whole being begged God to keep him safe.  He has so much life to explore, he has so much to do yet.  I breathed in the smell of him and slid my arm under his head and pulled him close.  I softly kissed his cheek and a tear rolled off mine onto his.  He woke up slightly and took a long breath in.  He mumbled something as he pulled away from me and wrapped the blankets around himself.  I put my head on his pillow and stared up at the ceiling fan.   As I felt my body drifting to sleep I prayed I wouldn’t enter the ring again with my thoughts.  I just wanted to sleep…to rest…and to just be… right here next to my beautiful boy.

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It was going to be a good day.  I was going to make sure of that.  I like to take the days we go up to Devos for Zayne’s chemo pills as a little date for just him and I.  Heading in we were listening to our inspirational music with our little Biggby hot cocoa.  Well…of course I had a coffee.  We arrived and went through the routine.  Get our badge, up the elevators, check in, called back for vitals and finally in the room we go.  I looked down at Zayne and realized I forgot his cream.  Oh shoot.  Ugh, mom of the year.  Well he will be ok…it’s not an IV it’s just a little poke.  Not gonna let this change my day.  We are good.    Sure enough they come into to draw blood.  He doesn’t even notice that they don’t have to clear cream off his arm.  The nurse rubs the alcohol on grabs the needle.  “OWE….That was NOT one of the soft needles.  You’re MEAN…you’re NEVER doing this again.”  Yea…he was pretty ticked.  “Buddy buddy….it wasn’t her fault it was mine.  I forgot your cream.  But look how brave you were.  And it was just a little poke!! Good job!!”  I could feel what I said register.  “You forgot my cream?  You did MOM.”  I was laughing before he could finish.  He did not find it so funny. But I figure I can laugh knowing that he is ok and won’t be scared for life or I could beat myself up and feel guilty which would have ruined the rest of our day.   After that we got the good news from the social worker that an amazing company is going to give us a gift card to buy Zayne a bike that will attach to mine!!  Which will make family biking a possibility!!! She also requested we get a soccer ball with a bell in it!!  So he would know, even without seeing it, where it was.   We grabbed his poke prize and chemo pills and left.  In and out!  Just the way we like it!  On the way home Zayne was watching a show on the Ipad and my brain replayed the conversation with the social worker.  I think I was more excited about that bike than Zayne was!!  I can’t wait for family biking!!  Then I thought about the ball and it took me to a memory of a couple mornings prior.   Ayden and I were playing catch and Zayne wanted to join.  He came and stood about 4 feet from me.  “Zayne come over here by me and then Mom can throw it to both of us.”  So Zayne trotted over to where Ayden stood which was about 10 ft away.  “Ok..Ready Zayne?” I said getting ready to throw. He scowled and said “NO.”  “Why not?”  I said pulling the ball back into me.  “MOM….You know I can’t see you.”  He said pretty nasty. Which is what he does.  Frustration or embarssasment always comes out as anger.   “Oh gosh buddy, I’m sorry I didn’t know…but that’s when you just say ‘Hey mom I need to move forward a bit so I can see you better’ Ok?” He gave me his snarled nose and eyebrows down face.  “MOM….YOU DID TOO KNOW.”  And as quickly as that story entered my brain started from there.  I wonder how he rides a bike.  It’s crazy he can ride down the driveway without getting hurtWhat if he goes completely blind?  Do we move him to a school with other blind kids?  It’s already a little hard to find friends his age and things to do that he can do.  He doesn’t like to go to the movies because he can’t see it.  He can’t play ball/catch with other kids.  Going to a playplace isn’t ideal . He panics if he loses sight of Ayden.  We stay home a lot because he knows where everything is, he knows where he can ride his bike, he can swim, and he knows our playset.  Jake and I have noticed if we leave things out that aren’t usually there he runs right into them.    I wonder if he will be able to drive?  If he can’t he will have to use public transportation.  What if he gets mugged because he’s blind?  Will he live on his own?  Will he ever marry?  Ever see the face of his first baby?   Before I knew it I spiraled into a depressed state.  Tears fell freely.  I was thankful for headphones, knowing my boy didn’t hear any of my battle going on in the front seat.  Ugh….Jessie stop….It was going to be a good day.  Thinking like this is NOT a good day. I tried reminding myself to be thankful that we weren’t in and out of surgery like other children.  That we didn’t have to go to Devos every week for a drip, that we no longer had a port and a fever was just a fever.  I tried to remind myself that if sight was the only thing we lost we were doing ok.  And if we have handled brain surgery this should be easy.  But it didn’t seem like it.   Brain surgery seemed like a sprint but going blind… that was for a lifetime.   I reminded myself that some parents lost their children and mine was still here.  There is a lot to be thankful for.  But my tears and emotions were not listening to reason.  The night did not get better.  I found myself waiting for bedtime to come so I could just let go for the night.  I tucked this kids in and got real close to Zayne’s face.  “Can you see me buddy?”  He tilted his head slightly.  “Yup…yea I can see ya.”  He said with his adorable little boy head nod.  I covered his good eye with the palm of my hand.  “Can you see me now?”  He looked around distantly.  He did not make eye contact.  “Not really…no.”  I felt my shoulders droop.  “What color are my eyes?”  He looked around to what he thought was my eye.  “Mom…I don’t wanna do this anymore.”  I pulled my hand away.  “Ok sweetie!  I get it.”  I kissed his cheek and felt his arms wrap around my neck.  “Love you Mom.”  He said in his little gruff voice right in my ear.  Tears welled once again.  What if he forgets my face?  What he forgets all of our faces?  I can’t imagine not seeing my mom’s face.  I squeezed my throat gave him a quick kiss on the nose and told him I love him too.  I retreated to my room.  I couldn’t breathe.  I just wanted it all to go away.  I wanted to text my friends and ask for prayer.  I wanted to call Reba and beg her to help me.  I wanted to take my boys on a vacation somewhere where these haunting thoughts wouldn’t get me.  But the reality was they were getting me…and they were winning.  I prayed sleep would come fast and my dreams would be tolerable.

In honor of Memorial Day, May I say…

Memorial Day.  A holiday that I certainly associate with the smell of the grill.  Many of us take that day off work to get together with our family and friends.   Today there was talk of politics on our ride home and my stomach sank a bit.  I began to feel uncertain of what my kids would have to face in their future.  Would health care be a problem? What would happen to the educational system? Would freedom’s be infringed upon?  I realized my feelings were not the first.  I remember as a young child, hearing my dad say, “Man, times are not like they were.” And he remembers his dad saying the same thing to him.

As a kid, it was hearing my dad talk about the simplicity of the past that I think created my love for an era I really knew nothing about.  But poodle skirts and sock hops sounded so innocent. Baseball was America’s favorite pastime and there was nothing like a good Ball Park hot dog.  I have always been drawn to the older music, somehow wishing I could transport my family to a simpler time.

As I gazed out my window, the talk of politics became the background to my thoughts as I looked out over the freshly planted field.  I took in the beauty of the rich dark dirt, outlined with the green of the tall grasses and trees.   I thought it funny, now I was thinking the very thoughts my dad expressed to me some 25 years ago.  I began to wonder how long this trend of thoughts has made it.  For how many generations has man expressed his worry about where this country is headed.  Has the fear of the future been trending sense man made his first fire.  And just when discouragement was about to wrap its grip around my heart, I thought, if this has been the thought of the generations before, then not all hope is lost.  Because although we have had our ups and downs, the heart of the human race makes its way through the rubble.  I believe at the very depths of our being, we are love.  When all else fades, and we let go of offense or our need to prove ourselves, when we stop using fight or flight as our primary mode of operation, when we let our differences fall to the way side, it is then we value each other and even the worst of enemies can set aside their feud and hold each other up.   Our country was born out of a revolution that took many lives, and then built on a foundation of values and principles that emphasize life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  And although we all may have different opinions on how to best carry that out, I still believe that WE believe in that foundation.   Even though our fears, offenses, and inability to care for each other at times, seem to hinder us, we believe in what America stands for and we will continue to strive for that. Valleys, mountains, trials and triumphs are all a part.  Through our tragedies is when I see America go back to its foundation, back to the very basis of what I believe we are all made of, LOVE. It is then we are united together once again.  It is in those moments we let our differences fall away and we see what so many have given their lives to secure.  One nation, under God and INDIVISIBLE, with liberty and justice for all.

And today, as I enjoy the time with my family,  I say thank you to those who have sacrificed.  I say thank you to the fallen soldiers, your heart lives on through each and every American living in this land today.  I say thank you to those veterans and those still in service, you have paid a high price for our freedom. I say thank you the families who have waved good bye to their loved ones who fight to ensure OUR freedom.

Happy Memorial Day…

I finally see it…Can you?

Being that for the month of May, the blog has been centered around women and giving yourself a break.  I asked a very dear friend of mine to write a blog to post.  She is Life Coach with TurningLeaf Wellness Center and I love when we get the chance to work together.  She is so brave, and I learn so much from her.  Although life through her the curve ball of single momhood, not only does she pour her heart and soul into her children, she is showing them how to be confident in who you are and chase your dreams, by doing that herself. 

 

I can see it…Can you.

by Leah Krispin

May is a month that brings up a lot of triggers of emotion and reflection of my three children.  There’s the obvious Mother’s Day, that brings a mixture of emotions.  Then the end of the school year rolls around, and I am hit with the realization that another year of my boys growing up has passed by in what feels like a blink of an eye.  Then, finally, my youngest has his birthday, and I grow further and further away from when “my baby” was actually my baby.

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I am in this stage of life that had seemed so far away to me, not that long ago.  My boys basically are all now teenagers, 16, 13, and 12.  The oldest and youngest have grown taller than me, and I now have to look up in order to look into their faces.  Although my middle son has had to wait a little longer than his brothers, I finally now look straight into his eyes, rather than look down at that little boy he was once was.  How did they get so big?

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I can see them, as if it was yesterday, toddling around with their little legs, playing rough and tough on their bikes, and making those boy car noises as they played for hours with their Matchbox cars.  Now I hold my breath as my oldest drives, I hear about the newest death defying scooter trick that was landed at the skate park, listen to the thoughts about girls at school, and hear about how the newest electronic devices are in fact a “need” rather than a “want”.

When they were 6, 4, and 2 life shifted, and it became just the four of us.  I was paralyzed with insecurity and enormous amount of doubt of how I was going to be able to give these boys what they needed temporally and emotionally.  Each day I woke up filled with all the reasons why I wasn’t enough, and saw the evidence that told me I was going to fail them miserably.  However, they were my reason to keep going.  At first I couldn’t see the “how” I was going to climb this mountain in front of me, but I had the why, and that was enough to put one foot in front of the other.

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This climb I have been on has not been an easy one.  I can’t say that there haven’t been times when I have tripped, or fallen, or just plain wanted to sit down and wave the white flag and cry out for mercy and declare “I have had enough!  I give! I give!” But I can say that eventually each time I got myself back up and brushed myself off and started back up the path ahead.

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All these years later I look at my sons who are now more young men, rather than the boys I once held on my lap, and I am filled with gratitude for who I see them becoming.  It was the climb I resisted so much that has given us everything that we ever needed.  I found myself for the first time, I became a better mother, and the four of us are stronger because of it.

 

So many times when “mountains”, or struggles, are placed in front of us on this path we call life we kick and scream, and resist.  “Why me?”, we ask, why is this happening to me?  We each have a mountain to tackle.  They are all different.  Some are large.  Some are at times smaller.  Some everyone can see.  Others we tackle without others ever knowing.  Mine, for the moment, is being a single mom.  I have learned more than I can share in a short blog, but one that stands out the most is that through struggle we learn who we are.  We learn, if we are open to it, that we are strong.  We are capable.  We are enough.  I finally see it.  Can you see it in you?

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Is that my laundry?!

A conversation between me and my sis…never a dull moment…

 

“Jamie bring my bags of laundry back over here when you come, my washer is working again.”

 

“Ugh, are you kidding me.”

“Jamie, it’s 2 bags, seriously. (insert eye roll at Jamie’s drama)”

“Ok… I will bring them over as soon as I unload my groceries.”

I headed over to Jess’ to have a cup of coffee, and then we jumped in her car to go pick up the kids. Jess and I were gabbing a mile a minute as usual when she stopped mid sentence and said,

“Um, Jamie, is that my laundry.”

We both looked up my driveway at the 2 white bags.

I immediately started laughing.  Jess on the other hand had a look of disbelief on her face ….the conversation continued. 

“Are you kidding me Jamie!”

(Jamie still laughing)

“I mean….it looks like it’s been run over.”

( Jamie still laughing)

“So…I guess that backup camera isn’t doing you any favors huh?”

She continued to drive past my driveway, with the bags of run over laundry in it, and headed to the school, meanwhile,   I am still trying to catch my breath.

We collect the kids and she pulls up my driveway to drop us off. 

“JAMIE…..there are  tire tracks on the bag….ARE YOU KIDDING ME???  You need a sign….you seriously need a sign.  Don’t stand behind me while backing up…it could be fatal.”

I at this point go into another fit of laughter as she drives off shaking her head.  

 

Never a dull moment for us!

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Is your PMS acting up?

PMS, when we read those words a certain subject comes to mind, but I am not talking about the time of month women lose their minds due to hormones.  I am talking about Mom’s losing their Minds due to a disease I refer to as Perfect Mother Syndrome, which is what I am focusing on for the next couple of weeks.   As I said yesterday, even Wonder Woman needs a break.  We all need to take a little time for ourselves.  This all sounds dandy and makes sense, I am sure.  The question is, why don’t we?  Well, my theory is PMS.  And this PMS isn’t just a once a month deal.  It is all the time!!!  Am I a good mom?  Am I raising strong kids, confident kids, kids who make responsible choices?  Oh, wait, did I feed the kids.  I mean seriously, they did eat,  right.  I know Bo had his shirt on inside out and backwards, Timmy needs a haircut, and Josh and Kate probably needed something signed for

As I said yesterday, even Wonder Woman needs a break.  We all need to take a little time for ourselves.  This all sounds dandy and makes sense, I am sure.  The question is, why don’t we?  Well, my theory is PMS.  And this PMS isn’t just a once a month deal.  It is all the time!!!  Am I a good mom?  Am I raising strong kids, confident kids, kids who make responsible choices?  Oh, wait, did I feed the kids.  I mean seriously, they did eat,  right.  I know Bo had his shirt on inside out and backwards, Timmy needs a haircut, and Josh and Kate probably needed something signed for school that I forgot, but DID I FEED THEM.  I mean yeah, I did leave a kid at school last week and I haven’t cooked a real dinner in weeks, but did they at least grab a granola bar before they went to school, come to think of it, do we have granola bars? We run to the pantry…no granola bars!  And then it happens, the PMS kicks in.

No granola bars, yelled at the kids yesterday, Bo ran out of clean underwear, you were late to Kate’s game and missed her throwing a player out at second, now she will probably need therapy as an adult you haven’t had Josh driving enough, he will probably be 50 before you send him through level 2, now that Timmy is using his inhaler at sports he is realizing what it’s really like to breath, you shoulda noticed his problem soon and done something sooner, oh and do you remember when you had him walk on his broken leg, seriously!  You left a kid at school, forgot to sign Josh and Kate’s papers, Timmy does need that haircut, oh, and Bo had his shirt backwards and inside out yesterday, and today he is wearing the same shirt, only now it is turned right side out and on the right way.   Ahhh, Yes, PMS! Perfect Mother Syndrome.   It is our ability to criticize everything we do and never feel we are enough.  I am not sayin, aim to be a horrible mom, then you won’t let yourself down, not at all!!  I’m just sayin’ give yourself a break and be realistic.  But this PMS, keeps us aiming for perfection, which keeps us chasing the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, so we never have a chance to give ourselves a break, it seems as if we don’t have time for it.   And in all honesty, when we accept our humanity, give ourselves permission to take care of us we are actually capable of more, and we are less stressed.  This actually give us the ability to be more Present in the moment with our kids, which is a better feeling than hoping for that pot of gold.

Here are some quick ideas to get you going…

  • Let them KNOW!- Let your kids know and feel your love for them. As long as they know that, they will forgive you when you forget to pick them up from  school
  • Be Real!- Face it you’re NOT Wonder Woman. None of us are. Be realistic with what you choose to take on.  You can’t do it ALL, ALL of the time! Your kids will understand…well, not till they have kids…but someday I assure you, they will understand!
  • Give yourself a BREAK!-We have our “Wonder Woman” moments, enjoy them!  But we also have human moments, ALL OF US, accept them and laugh at them, and move on!  Stop running a list of “shouldas” at the end of the day.  This I challenge you with, start making a list of “I rocked it” at the end of the day.  Because hey, if you have kids and you fed them…anything… well, every little bit counts.  And ya know what else I am going to count.  Today Bo turned that shirt on right side out and wore it again.  But it was a different side, so I vote…CLEANISH.  And cleanish is good enough for this week.
  • Listen to this fun song.

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Jamie Lightner

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