30 minutes on the bike
30 minutes coaching soccer practice
Slightly Swollen Strides
It’s Thursday kids! You know what time it is?
Nope, not Tool Time. It’s time for me to get real. Usually these are outrageously real and light hearted. So if that’s what you’re looking for – here:
We’ve had quite a few noticeable earthquakes lately. The kids have probably felt 3-4 in the last week so I was explaining what causes earthquakes: plates, building pressure, the Earth’s need to release, yada yada yada. The first analogy that popped into my head was farting. Fabulous. So now my kids think earthquakes are the planet’s way of letting a gassy lunch go.
Now for the real stuff. And by real…I mean REAL.
I was cruising on Facebook and learning about really important things like Rebecca Black’s new song is releasing and stumbled across this gem of a quote.
I’m not going to lie, it stopped me dead in my tracks. Sadly this was the second time I had seen it. The first time I read it, I went to a super fabulous place called de-nial. But this time there was no ignoring it.
I felt sucker punched.
I have spent a significant amount of time lately reacting to my kids instead of responding. The do, I react. They don’t do, I react. Sometimes I find myself saying things and wondering
when I’ve turned into my mother (love you Mom! you’re the best) who I’ve become.
My goal lately has been to just take a deep breath before I say anything.
This is so much harder than a 5am 20-miler. I’m not even kidding.
My voice, my winces, my reactions are creating my children’s inner voices. Oh sure, sometimes it’s funny. Strawberry literally had the entire neighborhood pool in hysterics when he kept dropping the toys he was carrying and declared, “Oh my gosh, I’m a total hot mess”. But watching his teeth clench when he’s upset and I know he’s being too hard on himself is like looking in a flipping mirror.
I’m thinking a lot about the voices in my kid’s head (and I’m hoping there’s only one in each respective little cabeza of theirs) and what they hear now and will hear in the future. I hope it’s forgiving, gracious, loving, and kind – not only to others, but to themselves as well. I want their inner voices to be confident, merciful and joyful.
The challenge is that I have to get my “voice” there first. I need to stop reacting, start responding and make sure the voices in my head are giving a true read on what’s actually going on. It’s time to stop playing the worry, people pleasing, and internal berating on repeat.
All of this begs the question: Why don’t kids come with a manual? It’d be so much easier eh?
Do you need to change your inner voice?
If you have kids, what do you want their inner voices to be like?