Motherhood comes with lots of stuff — joy, laughter and stress! And, motherhood comes with one thing every mom gets and no mom wants… guilt!
One thing it does not come with is a rewind button! We can’t rewind and redo what we regret. But, that’s okay, sister.
We can do something to prevent some of the regret.
The last time I posted a pic of my BFF’s on my blog, we were in swimsuits on a boat in the middle of the lake. That move on my part almost made me lose a couple letters — you know, the B for best and F for forever were definitely in question! But, Joan and Paula are my BFF’s and they stick with me no matter what, which included pouring themselves plum out into Fresh Grounded Faith Springfield last weekend! And, don’t they look cute in that pic?
What do you need more… courage or compliments?
Think about it. Which one boosts you and buoys you? Which one gives you what you need to take the next step or do the next right thing?
For me, it’s courage that I need. Compliments are nice, really nice, but courage does something in me that is bigger and stronger.
This past weekend I was in the diner capital of the world. Do you know where that is?
Well, they’re famous for their tomatoes and they have more race horses than the state of Kentucky. Still don’t know where I was?
Okay, another hint or two… This state is the world leader in blueberry and cranberry production – and my oatmeal thanks them very much! It’s the home of “Lucy The Elephant” and the Statue of Liberty has her feet planted in this state’s waters….
New Jersey!
Picture this: I’m visiting a friend whom I haven’t seen in years.
We’ve been able to stay in touch on the phone and by email. I’m traveling through her hometown and we meet for lunch. We hug, squeal, exchange “oh you look so good” comments, and then order our lunch. As we eat, we catch up on our kids and lives.
After the first frenzy of conversation, she’s less chatty. She doesn’t answer my questions very quickly. She seems so distracted. Our conversation loses its rhythm.
Then she says something about someone she’s following on Twitter, and I think, “Where in the world did that come from? I don’t even know who she’s talking about.”
I answered the phone one Friday in May, just six days before school was out, and heard my tenth grade son’s history teacher say,
“Mrs. Rothschild.” (It’s never a good sign when a phone call begins with Mrs.) “Your son, Clayton, has a 69 in my class. He’s so bright and I know he can do better… I thought you could encourage him.”
Oh, yes. I was ready to “encourage” him!
I was upset, panicked, and feeling guilty that I hadn’t been more alert. I was a mixed up mess of emotions.
