mrsmomdragon

Sharing my adventures, thoughts and occassional jokes. Sorting through laundry, and a little bit of life…This is How I Train My Dragons…

Fly.

Late July. The heat of the summer.

The pools are in full swing and the popsicles and s’mores supplies are flying off of the shelves. Campgrounds and fishing holes are right in the middle of their busy season and neighborhoods are flooded with the laughter of children. Yet, each time we go into the store, the shelves are beginning to fill up with notebooks, lunchboxes, pencils, and dorm supplies.

For some, summer is just beginning. They are in the thick of it.

For some, their time of rest is slowly waning and they are preparing to head back into the classroom. For some, they are counting down the days until they get to send their kids back to school.

And, for some…all they can do is grasp at each dwindling day before they say “see ya later” to their child who is getting ready to move off to college. No one can prepare you for this day, let alone the months of thinking of leading up to the “day”. Whether your child is moving out 12 minutes away, or 1200 miles away doesn’t matter…they’re leaving the nest.

The nest that you have done your very best to be a place of protection, comfort, and love. How can we just let them leave? But guess what? As hard as it is to admit it, they were never meant to stay. This was the plan all along. Those once babies, weren’t designed to remain in comfort. They were designed to be loved, taught, encouraged and nudged. And, although it’s scary for a brief moment, they step out…and fly.

As a parent, our mind begins to fill with questions and doubts like, “have I done enough?”…”did I give them my very best while they were home?”…and the big one…”are they ready?”

Yes.

Yes-you did and Yes-they are. Although it may not feel like it now, rest assured you provided your child with all of the tools they need and I promise you they are thankful for you. They are going to be ok. You are going to be ok.

This new season of parenthood isn’t easy, but it sure is beautiful. I’m not going to lie…it stings. I have never cried so hard in my life. It’s a painful process for your kids to leave, but it’s also equally, if not more, beautiful. It’s a beautiful thing to watch your children leave the nest with everything you’ve given them and become who they are meant to be.

Just a mom here who has let two of her three little birds fly, encouraging you to hang on and continue to enjoy this ride–motherhood isn’t over just because they are leaving. Motherhood just looks a little different now.

So, enjoy the rest of your summer and soak all of these moments in with yours. Try not to dwell on the past, but focus on the great life you still have ahead of you and they have ahead of them!

Let them fly. You won’t regret it.

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Weight and Worth: Perfectly Imperfect

I’ve always hated weighing myself. Ever since I can remember, it’s always been such a point of discouragement for me. I have never seemed to reach the weight I always thought I should be. Now, introduce peri-menopause into the mix!! Hello hot flashes and gaining weight in places for no apparent reason. Now, it seems like nothing I can do is going to change the mind of my scale. I’ve finally come to a realization-as a woman, I am worth more than a number on our scale. I have given so much power to a scale that I didn’t even realize that’s what I was doing and the power it had over me. Nevermind that I know I am more than a number in God’s eyes…I wanted to see it in my scale. 

My body has birthed 3 babies and my weight had nothing to do with it. Not to mention, one of those babies was a whopping NINE pounds. My body has endured so much and still, it had nothing to do with my body weight. Nor any imperfection I tend to see with a magnifying glass for that matter. 

I look at my legs and see dimples, marks, and veins. Somehow, I’ve forgotten the miles that my legs have allowed me to walk alongside my husband hand in hand. The two half marathons I accomplished? Yeah, all because of my legs. All of the dance parties in the kitchen that my legs have granted me have seemed to be pushed aside pushing my focus to the insecure places of all the imperfections. 

I look at my arms. I no longer want to point out the scars and the “softer” side of them. When I look at my arms, I want to remember all of the countless nights I rocked my babies to sleep.I want to look forward to using these same arms to one day possibly hold a grandchild. 

Every single imperfection I might see…so many great memories were born right from them. My body has never once failed me and I’m ready to start saying ‘thank you’. If I am constantly worried about what I might look like in a certain top or bathing suit, I am quickly losing out on the memories that are happening all around me. 

I might see a wrinkle, but if I look closer I can remember that wrinkle was caused by laughter. I might see a stretch mark, but when I examine it I can remember my skin being stretched (to what it felt like was  the ends of the earth) to make a perfect home for my baby developing inside of my tummy. I remember one time my daughter Emaleigh telling me she “loved the color of my skin because it had stripes!” Heck yes it does, and my body earned me every one of those stripes. 

As a woman in my 40s, I’m no longer in the era of trying to look like the woman on the tv screen. I am more concerned with the woman I have already become. I am proud of my body and I encourage you to be proud of yours! If we are constantly picking out all of the negative things about ourselves, we are literally spitting in the face of the creator–The one who made us perfectly imperfect.

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