Archive for June, 2017

25 Jun 2017

No, I Don’t Want More.

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This post has also been published on the Today Show Parenting Blog

More and more often these, I’m realizing that I don’t want more. I don’t want my kid to spend more time at the baseball field. I don’t want my kid to spend more time at gymnastics.

And no, I do not think that MORE is always better. Let me explain why I don’t want more.

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09 Jun 2017

A Room With A View

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It’s not the view I would have asked for. But maybe that is why we don’t always get what we ask for.

It wasn’t the day that I had so perfectly planned out. But maybe there is a reason that nothing ever goes as planned.

It wasn’t the start to an epic summer that I had so desired. But maybe that was ok too. Maybe this would really be the summer we truly remembered.

The room with the view that we have today, might be what we think could be the worst view ever. But maybe one day we will look back into this room with this view, and wish we could have it again.

Abby, Shelby and our new puppy, Buddy, headed to the puppy park this morning. It was a first full day of summer for us. But in one quick second, it turned my perfect sunshiny day into a day of heartbreak . And here I sit. In the dark.  Now 15 hours later, with my sweet little fearless 4-year-old girl, in a hot pink cast, and a handed down sentence for 4 weeks of rest and no swimming, thanks to the her poor ninja warrior skills. Still in the clothes I threw on this morning to take the dog for a walk, my hair uncombed, and my eyes sore and tired from all the tears today, the morning still playing out in my head.

We should have gone to another playground. I should have just taken the puppy on a walk around the block. I should have been there to catch her when she fell. But we didn’t. And I wasn’t. When the Mom guilt sets in, it goes deep and straight to the heart. My friend reminded me, it happens to the best of us. I know this. But it is a hard pill to swallow.

The room we have has a different view of what maybe I thought I should be seeing, as my dreams of a “room with a view” are always lively and bright. My room with a view in my dreams has me seeing white sandy beaches, the sounds of waves crashing in the distance, my kids playing in the sand and the sun setting in the distance while my family enjoys our time together.

But instead, my view is of my sleeping baby, her little body tired from a day of surgery, not play, the monitor beeping constantly with her vitals and the illuminating florescent light from the sterile hallway peeking into our room through the small window while every tick of the clock is heard and time and life seem to stand still while we are held captive in this room.

What you want isn’t what you always get, but there’s a reason for everything. You can always look at things from a new perspective. And that new perspective might be just what you need to see that your room with a view is exactly everything you ever wanted.

My sweet baby is healthy. A little bruised, but healthy. She’ll make a full recovery and will be back in action in no time.

My friends and family are among the best people in the world. From balloons, flowers, calls, texts, dinners and well wished, I couldn’t ask for a better village to raise my family with.

My sweet husband has dropped everything to be with us. We are one lucky family to have him be the cornerstone of us.

And the time!  Don’t we want it to stand still? Isn’t that what we are always saying. Did I need to be held captive for someone to remind me that the best room with a view is the one we wake up to each morning, no matter where we are? And maybe if we finally stop to hear the clicking of each second that goes by, we will realize that there is still time. Time to do whatever we want with those we love.

We don’t have to stay in the hospital for 3 months. We don’t have a 10 month recovery time. We know that we will have tomorrow to do the things we wanted to do today. This will be but only a blip on our time line of life. And our little room with a view will change again, and again, and again. And we might one day look back one day and wish…wish with all our might…that we could have that view again.