Yesterday was election day. Whether you submitted a ballot or not, you still have a chance to vote. How? Every day is voting day. Every day we cast our votes for what we deem important. How we spend our money, where we go, what we watch and who we spend time with are all votes.
How will you vote today?
There are a lot of things I can make today. There are a lot of things I can do. There are a lot of ways I can spend my time. But most important of them all is to make today meaningful.
Here are a few ways I can make today meaningful: hug, laugh, encourage, kiss, smile, give, rest, play, work, nurture, love and listen.
How do you make your days meaningful?
Today I’m explaining to KidFish where the sun goes at night time.
Today I’m taking KidFish to the farmer’s market to let her taste how delicious ripe summer fruits can be.
Today I’m encouraging KidFish to be generous with her toys.
Today I’m celebrating with KidFish when she puts on her own shoes (even if they’re on the wrong feet).
Some might call this “raising a child.”
I’m not raising a child.
I’m raising a woman.
A woman who knows that the world does not revolve around herself.
A woman who lives a healthy lifestyle and takes care of her body.
A woman who joyfully shares what has been given to her.
A woman who is confident, works-hard and knows the satisfaction of a job well done.
KidFish might look like a little girl, but in reality she is a woman-in-training.
Dear Chore Chart,
We need to talk. Lately, I feel like things between us have gotten out of control. When we first met, I welcomed you into my home as an assistant. You quickly became more than an assistant to me, you became a real friend. When I was adjusting to life as a stay-at-home mom with a newborn baby, you brought some much needed sanity to my home. You made sure I had clean clothes to wear and clean dishes to eat off of. You helped keep things in order when everything felt so out of control.
Those early days were great, but now our relationship seems less like a partnership and more like a dictatorship. Somewhere along the way we switched places. You went from assistant to boss. Instead of cheering me on after accomplishing a task, you started to make me feel guilty for every unfinished chore. I found myself exchanging time with my daughter for time with a mop and sponge just to make you happy. Every time I played make-believe with her instead of wash dishes I felt like I was doing the wrong thing.
I feel worthless and inadequate because you measure my value in household chores.
We need to re-evaluate our relationship. You are my assistant, not my master. You do not get to tell me who I am or what my value is. You do not get to determine my worth as a person or my effectiveness as a mother. What you do get to do is gently remind me that I have a responsibility to keep my home reasonably tidy, that I function best in order, not chaos, and that you really are here to help.
I really do appreciate you and all the calm you’ve brought into my home. I hope you will stay. Life is better with you than without you.