Mindful Mom

Like so many of us, I spend too much time looking ahead, wondering (and fretting, and second guessing, and worrying) about what the future might hold. I also seem to get pulled back into the past a lot—mulling over things that have already happened that I can never change. But life is right now. What is happening in this exact moment is the only thing that matters. I’ve been working hard to put that knowledge into practise. It’s certainly not easy. In fact, for something so seemingly simple, being mindful of what is happening right now is harder than it would seem. Who knew? I had no idea. Stress (or my inability to handle it) has been robbing me of joy. This is why I’m reading and learning and writing about how to live mindfully. 

This page is about my attempt to be a more mindful mom and human being in general. It’s a work in progress…


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I thought I was perfectly happy living in the past and contemplating every conceivable permutation for the future, oblivious to what was going on around me in the present. This whole being mindful and “living in the moment” concept was foreign to me. I like to hang onto things—to cling to past experiences and their corresponding feelings (good and bad) like some kind of memory hoarder. Read the rest…

 

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I originally called this little #KarmaCleanse exercise a ‘Karma Kleanse’ but remembered that purposely using the wrong letters to be ‘cute’ annoys some people. God knows I wouldn’t want to annoy anyone and have them talk behind my back or sarcastically tweet about how “Some people think they’re so clever using two ks.”
The level of back stabbing and gossip and PATs (passive aggressive tweets) online is astounding. Whether you choose to participate or feed into it, is totally up to you. If you swim with sharks, you’re bound to get bitten. I prefer adorable dolphins. And whales and of course super cute seahorses. Read the rest…

 

If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands. What, no clapping? Aren’t you happy?! Well, don’t let that make you sad because not many of us are consistently happy. According to the studies anyway. Science has us pegged as a sad sack of SOBs just trying to make it until cocktail hour.  My daughter however, she’s perpetually happy. She gleefully claps her hands all the time for no apparent reason. It’s like a happiness explosion where her joy just can’t be contained and the sudden burst of happy claps is a way to let it out. I consider myself a very happy person, but I can’t say I feel “happiness explosion happiness” in adulthood very often. But alas, nobody is as happy as Avery. Read the rest…

 

When you are a parent you’re IN CHARGE of other people and as a result there can be moments that rattle your confidence and depending on the severity of the scare, the fear can linger and reek havoc on our life. And if you already have a tendency to worry, buckle up because you’re in for a long bumpy ride down anxiety road. 

When our daughter was three, she scared the hell out of us. She had the first of several life threatening seizures that, unbeknownst to her dad and I, were part of her chromosome deletion disorder. I don’t have to tell you how scary it was to helplessly watch as paramedics worked to resuscitate our toddler. Read the rest…

 

We can inspire confidence by leading by example—which can be tough because I admit that some days I feel fat and ugly, and stupid, and less than. This is alarming because I consider myself to be a strong and confident woman. Clearly, none of us are immune to the “you’re not good enough” messages we’re bombarded with every day. So how can we help build our girls’ confidence?

A great place to start is by hosting a Dove Self-Esteem Party. Of course, there are snacks and drinks and decorations and silly moments. Hello, it’s a party! But a “Mother-Daughter Mindful Me Party”, is a party with a purpose—with activities built into the fun to promote and build self-esteem. Of course, one little workshop like this won’t fix everything, but it’s certainly a wonderful place to begin. Read the rest…


  

 

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