If there is one thing I know all my kids have in common it is this…they love the water. Bath time, showers, pools, hot tubs. Doesn’t matter. They could spend hours. (Just like their momma.) They soak it up!
Every time we take swimming lessons they have the opportunity to jump off the diving board at the end of every lesson. It’s so much fun to be sitting in the gallery and watching all the little kids (and big kids) timidly jumping off the side of the board, with a noodle around their waste, into the open arms of their instructor. Of course, some are not so timid and are thoroughly enjoying themselves. Others are brave and jump (or attempt a dive) straight out, completely independent. And others like my kids, walk up to the ladder and don’t even want to make the climb. Too risky. Too high up.
Three of my kids have yet to jump off the board. They’re fine playing in the shallow end and even swimming into the deep end (within arms reach of the edge) but when it comes to jumping off the board and doing something risky they are emphatic. “No thanks.”
I plead with them, “But you’re missing out.”
“Look, if that little guy can do it, so can you!”
I can’t help but make a correlation to life. It’s okay not to be a risk taker. There’s not necessarily anything wrong with that. I tend to be more cautious and slow in making decisions and accepting changes and challenges too. But, to get stuck in that place, to be unwilling to try new things and attempt daring feats…boy, we miss out on LIFE when we do that.
So, let me encourage you, as I continue to encourage my children, “Dive.”
You’ll never know what you’re missing out on if you don’t.
Almost 8 years ago I was sitting in my OBGYN’s office for my 6 week follow up appointment after having my fourth child. I was feeling frustrated, depressed and discouraged.
After getting checked over and getting the “all clear” I said, “Hey, doc, one more thing…what can I do about this?” pointing to my stomach.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m not happy. I don’t want it to stay like this. There’s got to be something I can do.”
He looked at me like I had three heads and then replied, “Are you f-ing crazy? Oh Alecia, you just don’t get it. Don’t you realize that you’re OHM?”
I’m sorry, what? I don’t follow. Is that a disease? Is there a pill I can take for that?
Awhile back at work, all of us were given a rose to take home. It was a sweet surprise. As usual, with a single flower, the roses had the little water capsules on the stem to keep them hydrated till they were able to get into a vase.
I took mine home, laid it on the counter and forgot about it. The next morning, I came downstairs to see that my flower had made it into a vase full of water. My sweet Chloe had been trying to be helpful. I thanked her and went about my day…only to find that my flower was dead by the next morning. I thought…how odd. Roses usually last a good week for me! Continue reading
It’s been a year since I’ve blogged…and what a year its been.
This week marks the one year anniversary of the day I found out my husband had cheated on me…again…
and, more importantly, for the last time.
Being a parent, just like in marriage, is a continual exercise in learning how to be selfless.
Being a parent is:
Giving up more than half your bed so your scared little man can join you at 3 a.m. Of course this also means getting no sleep and still getting up the next morning to get everyone ready to go for the day.
It’s that time of year! The time when we look back at all of the accomplishments of the past year and all of the misses too. It’s also the time that we look forward…to what may come, to what we want to see happen, to the goals we have set and the dreams we have dreamed.
2014 is going to a big year, isn’t it? Regardless of whether I participate. Regardless of whether or not I step up and dream my dreams and set my goals and go after them. This year is big. Every year is. We can either choose to look forward (live and move and grow and challenge ourselves) or look behind (stew over regrets and missed chances and mistakes). Continue reading
Today I’m home with two sickies. We all stayed home from school. Me from my classroom, they from theirs.
So once I had the puke cleaned up and the dishes caught up and the laundered bed sheets all re-assembled I thought, wow, I actually have time to write a blog post today.
Is that all it takes?
A sick day?
Geesh, if I had known that we would have been running things a little different ’round here.
Of course, its not my sick day. If it were my sick day I’d be half naked laying across my bed unconscious with a saltine sticking out my mouth and a Kleenex stuffed up my nose. Nice picture I painted there, no? Continue reading