Not Nice Spice
![]() There is nothing more sacred to a mama than nap time. When I had Chickadee I livedfor naptime. The day was broken down into increments that idolized the few moments of silence and serenity that came each morning and afternoon. Since I became pregnant with Little Dude my mind just won’t let me completely checkout—but that doesn’t stop me from trying! Living at my parents until we are nestled into our own place has been an adjustment. I haven’t lived at home since I moved away for college (… 14 years ago!). A good houseguest always thanks the host for a restful sleep and wonderful accommodations; unfortunately I tend to be an ox in a china shop. So when within hours of completely overtaking their guest wing everyone was rubbing and itching their noses, I couldn’t help but make my little PSA—the house is incredibly dry! After banter and plugging in a bazillion diffusers and humidifiers we all moved along. Until it went too far. A little flick of the nose while putting Little Dude down for a desperately needed nap (on both our parts), the blood gates opened! I actually don’t remember the last time I had a bloody nose, though I probably was busy digging away and being a weirdo little pubescent girl. After realizing I couldn’t sniffle this one away, I plugged it up and didn’t miss a beat while rhythmically pacing the room.
When Chickadee or Little Dude are truly tired it takes no more than ten minutes to get them down for a nap. I was already four minutes into the routine. There was no way I could stop! So how is it that there are so many other obstacles or challenges that we face on the daily and we use them as an excuse to stop? Stop helping others, stop bettering ourselves, stop our passions dead in their tracks. We’ve allowed ourselves to become a product of a culture that wants us to routinely doubt our ability to achieve. There is an invisible bubble of fear encapsulating us, and when something comes close to the bubble, or God forbid pops the bubble, we tell ourselves, “Stop! This is a warning. You will get hurt. You will fail. You cannot succeed. No one does this. No one thinks like this. You passion is nonsense. You are nonsense.” But, my dear friend, these are merely juvenile lies. They’re so simple and yet we toss and turn with them as though they are complex. Know you’re worth. Do not allow trivial matters to take more substance in your life than the things of true worth. Dig your heels in deep and do not be easily thrown by simple distractions or deterrents.
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