I'm absolutely sure that Marshall has had freak outs too. You don't get to be that good without the empathy that comes from failing miserably and learning from the failure.
Wise Lynn. I was thinking that too and almost wrote that in. I am going to lean into this idea this week, that these freak outs are just how we become that good.
But wait. Did Seabass get cleats? Did he get the ones he wanted? What happened when you all showed up late for soccer? I want the whole story, please. But not if it stresses you out, of course. lol
Seabass did get cleats. They are super cool and cost less than half the cost of the Mbappé cleats. We arrived at soccer and what pretty much always happens when we freak out happened, a whole lot a nothing. He had a great time playing, and we reset for the next practice and made it on time. He did find two typos when he read the post after publishing so maybe I should hire him as an editor and he can put that towards his next pair of cleats.
also lol'd at this - I tell her as I eat my salad. (I may have been eating something less healthy, but I can’t be expected to remember all the details.)
I had a freak out tonight with my oldest. Ughhhh. Lame! I’d like to blame my hunger pre-dinner 😬😬 My grandmother was my favorite teacher and she’s gone now. The void is probably being filled by the natural world and books for the time being. I’m actually feeling a real void of mentors right now in a way that I feel acutely aware of ❤️🩹 Here for all the clunky chunky ceramics the world can produce! My local community center sells extras students forget to pick up and I’m always snapping up their sweet hand-made wares…
Thanks for reading Karen. Tomorrow's a new day. Love is not in getting it right all the time, or even most of the time. It's in the repair. I know this all too well. That community center sounds dreamy.
I wish for everyone the feels my community center gives me. Retirees, quiet, old school building, locker room full of gossiping people <3 thank you for this reminder, I needed that.
Been there! I’m at the stage of parenting where my youngest is about to spread her wings to college, but the pit of my stomach and the nagging anxiety that she is not ready (but really, I’m the one who’s not ready).
Have you read Braiding Sweetgrass Kristy? If not, I think you might really like it. The way she writes about motherhood and transitioning from a mom of little ones to bigger ones to mothering the earth and community will always stick with me. We are getting closer to this time of life with our oldest.
Mmmmmm... I resonated with this. I’m good at a lot of things, and I don’t like it when I’m not good at some things. I remember frantically scouring parenting books about sleep when my baby was not sleeping. I wasn’t listening to my gut or to my baby, rather I was panic-reading “experts” who didn’t know either of us our our situation. In retrospect, as the parent of a now 20yo, I wish I knew to burn the books and trust my gut more. I’m the mom. I’m the expert of my child, even if I don’t always know what that means. But at the time I was desperate for someone else to tell me what to do.
Thanks for sharing Jen and for sharing this post with others. That brings back memories of the sleep schedule we tried to follow with Anna. So much pressure. It is hard especially at first when you feel like there’s more that you don’t know than what you know. I’m learning to listen to myself better as I age, too, or at least I’m trying.
Thanks so much for reading and sharing. I know I did something right if it’s worthy of a spouse share. I’m so glad I made you laugh. I get such a kick out of putting the joy and laughter in- it’s my favorite part of writing right now.
I'm absolutely sure that Marshall has had freak outs too. You don't get to be that good without the empathy that comes from failing miserably and learning from the failure.
Wise Lynn. I was thinking that too and almost wrote that in. I am going to lean into this idea this week, that these freak outs are just how we become that good.
Really relating to this idea lately! Just put this sticky note on my desk, quoting somewhere I don’t remember now: Go for progress, not perfection 💞
But wait. Did Seabass get cleats? Did he get the ones he wanted? What happened when you all showed up late for soccer? I want the whole story, please. But not if it stresses you out, of course. lol
Seabass did get cleats. They are super cool and cost less than half the cost of the Mbappé cleats. We arrived at soccer and what pretty much always happens when we freak out happened, a whole lot a nothing. He had a great time playing, and we reset for the next practice and made it on time. He did find two typos when he read the post after publishing so maybe I should hire him as an editor and he can put that towards his next pair of cleats.
I loved this, sharing with Lauren!
also lol'd at this - I tell her as I eat my salad. (I may have been eating something less healthy, but I can’t be expected to remember all the details.)
I had a freak out tonight with my oldest. Ughhhh. Lame! I’d like to blame my hunger pre-dinner 😬😬 My grandmother was my favorite teacher and she’s gone now. The void is probably being filled by the natural world and books for the time being. I’m actually feeling a real void of mentors right now in a way that I feel acutely aware of ❤️🩹 Here for all the clunky chunky ceramics the world can produce! My local community center sells extras students forget to pick up and I’m always snapping up their sweet hand-made wares…
Thanks for reading Karen. Tomorrow's a new day. Love is not in getting it right all the time, or even most of the time. It's in the repair. I know this all too well. That community center sounds dreamy.
I wish for everyone the feels my community center gives me. Retirees, quiet, old school building, locker room full of gossiping people <3 thank you for this reminder, I needed that.
Beautiful
Been there! I’m at the stage of parenting where my youngest is about to spread her wings to college, but the pit of my stomach and the nagging anxiety that she is not ready (but really, I’m the one who’s not ready).
Have you read Braiding Sweetgrass Kristy? If not, I think you might really like it. The way she writes about motherhood and transitioning from a mom of little ones to bigger ones to mothering the earth and community will always stick with me. We are getting closer to this time of life with our oldest.
Going on my TBR list. Thanks!
Mmmmmm... I resonated with this. I’m good at a lot of things, and I don’t like it when I’m not good at some things. I remember frantically scouring parenting books about sleep when my baby was not sleeping. I wasn’t listening to my gut or to my baby, rather I was panic-reading “experts” who didn’t know either of us our our situation. In retrospect, as the parent of a now 20yo, I wish I knew to burn the books and trust my gut more. I’m the mom. I’m the expert of my child, even if I don’t always know what that means. But at the time I was desperate for someone else to tell me what to do.
Thanks for sharing Jen and for sharing this post with others. That brings back memories of the sleep schedule we tried to follow with Anna. So much pressure. It is hard especially at first when you feel like there’s more that you don’t know than what you know. I’m learning to listen to myself better as I age, too, or at least I’m trying.
Thanks so much for reading and sharing. I know I did something right if it’s worthy of a spouse share. I’m so glad I made you laugh. I get such a kick out of putting the joy and laughter in- it’s my favorite part of writing right now.