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Archive for July, 2008

“Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.”

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Life is supposed to be fun. Wednesday July 30, 2008: One hundred percent of the shots you don’t take don’t go in.
-Wayne Gretzky

I have a theory about life, and it stemmed from observing little children. If you watch any Super mom in action, any good preschool teacher or camp counselor, any dad, grama, grampa, or child care person who’s a hit with the little ones, it all boils down to two words: projects and snacks.

We have play dates a lot at the pink house. For all ages. As long as we have fun stuff to do—and it doesn’t have to be fancy (it can be a can of shaving cream and a sink to play in)—and good snacks, the play date’s a hit.

As I drop our four-year-old Sagey off at her preschool, I observe for a moment what’s transpiring. The children are busily engaging in a number of different “stations.” There’s coloring, puzzles, painting, reading, dress-up, kitchen play, etc. and always a special new project that was just introduced today. The teachers are supervising and dealing with any mishaps that arise, giving guidance where needed, and giving love to all, but their big “work” is done: they’ve set up the projects that will make the day flow with ease and joy—provided that there are breaks with yummy food to follow.

And it’s really the same with our ten-year-old and one-year-old as well—“the project and snack for happiness template”—and, I’m suggesting, with adults to boot.

Think about it: as long as we’re happily engaged in a “project” that is pleasing to us and we have good stuff to eat when we are hungry and need a break, we’re happy, for the most part. Now the “projects” we choose vary widely, and that’s the beauty of human nature… we’re all so different.

And so it is with your yoga practice. Even if you are practicing with 35 other people in a hot sweaty room, ostensibly following the “same” practice and lead by the same instructor, your practice is uniquely your own as you flow with your own breath, your own intention, and your own unique body and needs, resting when you need to and listening from within.

According to my theory, the only thing missing from this yoga practice scenario is the snacks. I did practice at a studio in DC once that offered cookies shaped like cats after class. Perhaps that studio owner is on to my theory.

Take care of the minutes—the hours will take of themselves.

Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have.

Don’t wait for amazing moments. Love this moment, and that energy will spread throughout your entire day.

Happiness is not a destination. It is a method of life.
-Burton Hills

The secret to happiness is not doing what you like to do, but liking what you are doing.

There is nothing as beautiful as the happiness of a child.

Inspire those around you with your kindness.

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Super-Mom Julia Badgley

My name’s Julia and I met Taylor a couple weeks ago when she bought a cupcake card through my etsy site, http://www.etsy.com/shop/CardsbyJeweleighaB . It’s pink and sparkly and at her request reads, “Have the best day ever!” As you all know, she’s chatty and friendly and I was intrigued to read her blog and marvel about how she keeps everything together with five kids and her career. Then SHE asked ME to be Supermom of the month. I’m a pretty good mom, but I think like most mothers, I struggle with guilt. Am I doing enough housework? (This is an area where I don’t want to overdo it!) Am I spending too much time crafting? (I justify it by saying that it’s for my sanity.) Are my boys getting enough quality time? I have to remind myself that the kids are happy and affectionate, as well as fairly clean (haha!) so I must be doing okay.

My two little boys are two and a half, and 11 months old. My husband and I were so enraptured by our easy-going firstborn, that we decided to have another one soon after, and it turns out that now he’s the easy baby while our two year old is a very busy boy; this has consequently turned me into a very busy mama who is outnumbered 3 to 1 in terms of gender. In a house of boys, it’s nice to be appreciated for my non-boyish qualities. The other day, Zach was admiring my skirt and said I was a ‘laly’ (lady). I felt pleased to be recognized as such, until he told me that was ‘funny’. That brought me down a notch or two. But really, trying to get used to a house of boys is something else. They roughhouse, throw balls at the wall, and seem to revel in inappropriate noises. And I need to get used to it because they are not me. Right?

As a mom I’ve really been trying to focus on enjoying the moments with my boys. It’s easy to get caught up in what needs to be done around the house, or the craft I want to do next, but I’ve been trying to stay present and enjoy the simple things- Zach taking my hand as we walk through the mall, Patrick’s big grin and love of music, Zach asking to read his Jesus book, and their dependence on me. These are the things that matter in the long run.