Thursday, August 6, 2015

Giving Grace

This week was a bittersweet week for me. I turned my son’s car seat from rear facing (RF) to forward facing (FF) because he reached the weight limit of the seat in the RF position. To a lot of moms, this switch isn’t a huge deal, but for me this was a bittersweet transition for a lot of reasons. It was bitter because I actually wanted to keep him RF longer and, why is my 2.5 year old so big?? It was sweet because keeping him RF this long is only one of my many mommy victories. I chose to do Extended Rear Facing (ERF) with Emerson. I’m not going to use this post as a PSA for car seat safety, although I obviously am passionate about it. And I never expected that car seats would be my platform for so many other mommy issues, but here we are, and it is. You see, ERF was a choice I made as a mother, for my child, and like many choices that mothers make, I was questioned and judged for this choice. But thank goodness I chose to follow my mothers-intuition instead of caving to the pressure of other mothers, family, and strangers – all of whom are not in my immediate family, and while they may have some guidance to offer from time to time, don’t know what is best for us. Before you get offended by that last bit, let me clarify.



We Are All Doing the Best We Can

I think being a mom is an incredible job, and motherhood looks different, and holds a different experience for each of us. Being a mom is not a job that is to be taken lightly, and none of the moms I know are treating it that way. No mother that I know is doing exactly what I am doing as a mother, yet I know with total certainty that each mother I know is doing the best she can with what she knows and the resources she has. When I know that another mom is doing the best she can, I can’t have anything but love in my heart for her. I can’t do anything but uplift her for doing the best job she knows how to do. I can’t feel anything but tenderness in my heart for her for the hard choices she has to make for her family. When we know that mothers are doing the best they can, how can we feel anything different?

What Moms Face

Moms always have to make decisions for their families on display for the world to see (and thus, critique). So many times moms want to make a decision for their family and end up choosing differently than what their intuition is guiding them to do. Whether it be due to well-meaning family who is just crossing the “giving advice” boundaries, or social media bombarding moms with unrealistic expectations of motherhood, or just complete strangers sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong; moms are flooded with opinions and judgements about the choices they are making for their family and, unfortunately, this often leads to moms making choices for their families that they might not be completely comfortable with. I have been hit with this force multiple times, over multiple choices I have made as a mother and I finally just had to find my mommy voice and say enough!

And to be clear – I’ve been on the other side of that coin too, judging mothers for doing something that they “clearly” could have done better. It’s not easy just to eliminate those thoughts. Sometimes I can prevent them from popping up in my mind in the first place, but sometimes they enter my thoughts uninvited, and I have to give myself the grace to politely ask them to leave. Or even worse, not only do they sometimes enter my thoughts, sometimes they manifest into ugly gossip, and that’s when I really need to do some introspection and ask myself how this is benefiting anyone, because it’s not.  It’s a work in progress for all of us. I don’t ask that any of us change who we are overnight, I just ask that we make an effort to recognize this behavior and to choose to do better.

Mothers-Intuition

The day my son was born, I was born too, and I was born with mothers-intuition – a gut feeling, a maternal instinct, and an innate knowing that guides me to make choices for my family that will grow us into the best humans we can possibly be. Moms were given mother-intuition for a reason; we shouldn’t ignore it for the comfort and convenience of others.

When I was judged for keeping Emerson rear facing for longer than others thought he should have been, I had a choice to make. I could cave into the pressure of the voices around me, or I could silence those voices and follow the only voice that matters; the voice of my intuition.  I chose to follow my heart. I chose to let love guide me, even at the cost of being judged by others, and there aren’t many greater feelings than having confidence in yourself, knowing that you made a choice that was intuitive and authentic.



How to Treat Moms

If I could reach out to social media, strangers, and people in my life who have questioned my choices as a mother and tell them how I would like to be treated (wait, is that what’s happening here?), this is what I would say:

I am smart. I am a conscious, thoughtful, loving mother, and everything I do for my children is what I believe is in their best interest. I read a lot. I read a lot about parenting, I read a lot about politics, and I read about things I think might help me be a better person. I am intelligent, and when I read things I thoughtfully consider how this idea or concept might apply to my family, and how it could work for us. I don’t apply everything I read to my family, and I don’t apply things I’ve read about to my family without consciously considering if this would be a good fit for us or not. I also have a lot of original ideas and instinctive choices that I have made for my family that are not influenced by anything I’ve read. Please know this and consider this before judging or questioning the choices I am making. Sure, some choices are different than the “tried and true” way, but that doesn’t make it wrong. This goes for all mothers. We don’t all need to be making the same choices to be amazing parents to our children.

Every Parent, Every Kid, Every Family

Since becoming a mother, this has become my motto. I never realized how poorly mothers were treated until I became one myself. It’s like as soon as you become a parent suddenly the way you live your life is everyone else’s business. Nope, sorry, it’s not. And obviously there are family and friends who love our kids almost as much as we do and they don’t mean be critical but they just want the best for our little ones, I get it. Guidance from family and friends is WONDERFUL, but it also has boundaries. Welcomed wisdom is okay, unsolicited advice is not. And as a loved one, you have to accept that the mother might choose differently than what you would choose, and because you love her, you have to give her the grace to make the choices she needs to make, even if those choices may be different from yours. The truth is, it’s just not your choice to make. Additionally, even if you have been through a similar scenario as a mother and you want to tell her how you “got through it”, you are not THAT mother, to THAT child in THAT family. Even with the experience you may have, you still don’t know what the best choice is for that family. So give wisdom when it’s welcomed, be unattached to the outcome, and support the mom and family no matter what.



Our Right as Mothers

We were made mothers for a reason. Our children chose us for a reason. We have all the wisdom and resources to be the parents we were destined to be. We were given this job for a purpose, and it’s our right and our responsibility to parent as we see fit – which includes making mistakes! I will be the first to say that I know that not ALL of the choices I am making as a mother are “the best”. I once told my kid I would give him a Popsicle if he let me put pajamas on him. CLEARLY that was not my best parenting moment. But I look forward to the “poor choices” just as much as I look forward to the “good choices”, because when I don’t make the best choice then it’s an opportunity to grow, and I’m thankful for that. The downfalls give me a chance to introspect on how this particular situation panned out, what I learned from it, and how I might handle it differently in the future. Moms are entitled to this just as much as they are entitled to watching their kids succeed. We deserve to learn and grow authentically in our little families.

Making Choices

Many of our big moments in life are really just small moments when everything unfolds with perfect beauty. This happened for me one morning when I yelled at my dog for barking (yes, you read that right). My husband and I are really conscious of how we discipline our dog in front of our toddler because he doesn’t understand it all. So this one morning I wasn’t being careful and I yelled at my dog because he was standing on the couch barking at the mailman. Then my 2 year old joined in the yelling and started to tell our dog that he was a “bad dog”. I (immediately thinking a trillion years into the future) panicked at the thought of my kid resenting our dog, so I explained to him how I saw the situation. I said “Emerson, Chance isn’t a bad dog, he’s just making bad choices” - and ever since this has been our parenting philosophy. My husband and I are constantly reminding our little guy to make good choices and we give him opportunities to identify whether his choices are good or bad. I want to use this philosophy with my kids because I want to empower them. I want them to know that they have a say in their little world, and that they are intelligent, capable people. And that’s how mothers should be treated too. Sometimes moms have to make hard choices, and I think it’s important for all of us to give mothers the respect and grace to make choices for her family. Even if it’s not what we would choose, that doesn’t mean that the mom is bad, it’s just the choice that she needed to make for her family. It’s not up to us to evaluate and understand every single choice a mother makes for her family; it’s only our job to love her through it. Period.

All You Need Is Love

In conclusion…

Moms, you rock. You make hard choices every day and you should love yourself for it. Love yourself for the opportunities just as much as you love yourself for successes. Love yourself in the moments when you teach your kids valuable life lessons, and in the moments when you bribe them to do something they shouldn’t be bribed to do. Give yourself grace, and celebrate each and every mommy victory!

Outsiders, you have an important job in raising these kids, and that job is to uplift their mothers. Empower, support, love, and encourage mothers to keep making the important choices, and give them grace when their choices are different than yours. Above all else, just give them love.



Disclaimer: This article doesn’t apply to clearly bad parenting choices like abuse or neglect. This only applies to healthy parenting and everyday choices like breastfeeding vs formula, crib vs co-sleeping, organic vs non-organic, etc.


Disclaimer 2: Although this article was worded to be towards mothers it applies to all parents and guardians.

Friday, January 17, 2014

Letter to Lack

Dear Lack,                                                                                                                                           

I am writing to let you know that you are not welcome in my life anymore. Please, pack your baggage and leave my life; promptly. You and I have had a long-term relationship, and I know that you will not want to leave, but this relationship is simply not serving me anymore. What I’ve realized is that the only reason I have kept you around for this long is for the fear of what my life would look like without you. I know that letting you go will mean that I will have to come face to face with some of my fears, I will have to be vulnerable, and I will have to be accountable. I have reached the point where the fear of those things is no longer greater than the desire to have you in my life. You have just become manipulative and cumbersome. You are always in my head, trying to persuade my thoughts and honestly, it’s just getting old. Enough is enough. You see, as I look at my balance this morning and I see that I have $$$$ in my checking account, and then I look at my bills and I see that I owe over $$$$, I know that it is true that I owe more than what I have. It simple math. But this is not the Truth. The Truth is that I am a beloved child of God, and God is my source. God is infinite therefore I am infinite. God is abundant, therefore I am abundant. God is prosperous, therefore I am prosperous. There is no end to God and there is no end to my supply of good. The Truth is that God has given me everything I need to be a thriving, vibrant spiritual being having a human experience and by keeping you in my life, I would be living under the illusion that this isn’t so. The Truth is that you are an illusion. I can no longer allow the length of our time together dictate our relationship. Things just aren’t working out, because I know better now. So, if you would please, pack up your anxiety, fear, and stress and leave the premises of my life immediately.

Additionally, I would like to thank you for the role that you have played in my life, because what you did for me was present me with an opportunity to know my Truth. You gave me an opportunity to surrender and trust my source. And now that I know my Truth, you will have to leave.

Regards,


Danielle

Friday, December 21, 2012

Breath of Heaven


12.18.2012

This time of year the Christmas songs are buzzing everywhere you turn. My very favorite Christmas song is Breath of Heaven by Amy Grant. I have always felt such a strong connection to that song, and to Mary, and now that I am a mother, the words could not ring more true for me.

Reflecting on the story of Mary, I feel an overwhelming presence of strength and humility; two things that I am quickly learning define motherhood. While not all mothers give birth to the messiah, each child is just as important in their mothers eyes, and to the mother, the job of raising, caring and nurturing for them is just the same.

In the past 11 weeks of my life, I have stepped upon the foot of the mountain of motherhood. Just like Mary, my short life of motherhood has been consumed me with strength and humility.

I have always heard the sayings about motherhood... "It's the hardest job you'll ever have" "There is no love like the love of a mothers", but these statements always proved to be vague and uninformative. Motherhood being a "hard" job is an enormous understatement. Starting with labor and the unspeakable things that go on in that delivery room. There are so many things that you are not forewarned about in books, the internet, and already established mothers. And once the baby has arrived, you are abruptly thrown back into society as just another number. From the red tape of hospitals, insurance, and employment and the mile high hoops that you are forced to jump through, to breastfeeding, sleepless nights, and yet another round of hormones changing - its a wonder that there are so many wonderfully functioning mothers in society.

When I think of Mary, I am comforted by the strength and perseverance she had. Mary was afraid of being a mother, especially to the messiah. When she is praying to God she asks him if he is sure that he has chosen the right person for this task. I don't know if every mother feels this, although I imagine that they do, but like Mary, on a daily basis I am faced with fear of raising my beautiful baby boy. Am I doing this right? What if I over feed him? Underfeed him? Don't give him enough tummy time? Am I interacting with him enough? Is there such thing as too much time in the car seat? Is he the right temperature?  What if he over heats? But what if he gets cold? I don't think I need to explain that this is the list that never ends. Being a mother is a constant balancing act between one extreme and the next.

As if monitoring his temperature isn't scary enough, then the mother has to let him go. From the first time he goes to a babysitter, to the first time she returns to work, to the first time he sleeps over at grandmas house, to the dreaded day when he stops nursing, motherhood is a constant struggle of letting go. I can vividly remember learning that I had to return to work sooner than I thought and looking at my beautiful baby and just saying to him "well, here starts a life time of always letting go."

And as if letting go isn't scary enough, then the mother must raise her child to be a happy, safe, and thriving person in a world full of distorted values and a love of violence. Now I can really start to put my feet in Mary's shoes. Jesus was born to bring change to the world. He was brought to this earth to teach unconditional love, inner peace, and unwavering faith. And it was Mary's job to see that he had the love, guidance, and protection to do so. Like the mothers of today, she also had to do these things in a world of distorted values. As a mother, this is the scariest thing I have ever known. Especially after events like the elementary school shooting that took place last week. How does anyone know such evil? How do I raise my son to repel evil and violence and embrace love and peace? Can I really do that? Me? Are you sure God??

Every day I go to work wanting to sob because I miss my son SO much. I just want to be with him and hold him. I think to my self, this is only going to work, how will I handle it when he goes to school or makes friends? This is when I am reminded that motherhood is a constant wave of letting go. A perpetual pull on my heart strings. And at this time I only have one child. When I have a second child I will be starting back at square one. And then I wonder, how do mothers do this? How is it possible to endure so much hardship and still have enough love left over to kiss your little baby so much that you run out of breath? I don't know how, I just know that it is. And perhaps the "how' is not what is important.

And the last, and maybe hardest lesson that I am learning (emphasis on the present tense) from Mother Mary is unconditional gratitude. Unconditional gratitude is by far the most humbling experience of motherhood. Mothers endure so many bumps in the road, yet, we must always be grateful above all for our healthy, thriving children. Life itself is a perpetual reminder that "things could always be worse." So although it hurts my heart to leave my son at his babysitters while I go to work, and I have been through one run around after another with the hospital, insurance, work, and school, and things like the labor and breastfeeding did not pan out as beautifully as I imagined in my mind - after all I am humbly and utterly grateful that I have a beautiful happy and healthy son, and that I have all of the resources available to me to "raise the messiah."

As a mother this holiday season and always, I am abundantly grateful to have Mother Mary as my light and my guide to help me along the way as I shepard my little boy into this world and nourish the love, peace, and faith inside of him. So; breath of heaven, hold me together, be forever near me. Breath of heaven, light to my darkness, pour over me your holiness, for you are holy. This is my daily prayer.