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Archive for September, 2010

“It was the tiniest thing I ever decided to put my whole life into.”
Terri Guillemets

We have baby twins named Dakota and Montana. Most of you know this, but in case you just started reading my blog, now you’re up to date. ;)

Dakota and Montana are five months old.

They smile, they giggle, they chuckle, they laugh, they kick their legs in excitement and anticipation (before a shower, when they see a toy, when they know it’s time to nurse, when they see Supermom and/or their siblings and/or their Papa), they tell us when something is off, they snuggle, they cuddle, they eat, and they sleep.

And they teach.

They teach all five of us other Wells,’ all day and all night.

They teach us that you don’t have to say ANYTHING to communicate A LOT.

They tell us more in a moment with their eyes and their light than I “tell” in a 60-minute yoga class.

And it’s effortless.

THEY are effortless.

Just their “being” is perfect.

They don’t need to “do” anything.

They just “are,” and it’s quite something to witness.

And, Super-people, these are my fourth and fifth children…the miracle and the learning never lessens—in fact, in my humble opinion and in my experience, it has grown with each child, since I am more relaxed and open and able to see and receive their teachings, and really enjoy them.

To sit back and breathe and take them in.

To see how their 3 siblings continue to run downstairs to see them first thing in the morning, even after 5 months, is awe-inspiring.

And play with them nonstop—until it’s time for the babies’ nap—a joy to behold.

Wise teachers are all around you, Super-people, but are you present enough to know this and take in their teachings?

“While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.”

“Clear your head so your heart will be happy…”

Hafiz of Shiraz
“Sometimes you need to step outside, clear your head and remind yourself of who you are. And where you wanna be.”

Gossip Girl
“That’s the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how obvious they’ve been all along.”

Madeleine L’Engle

“Your heart is free, have the courage to follow it.”

Braveheart

“Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely.”
The Land Before Time

“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart … Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.”
Carl Jung

“Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.”

Confucius

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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.