Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Midnight Musings: Mom-ing in the Dark

In the night, when my daughter is awake for hours, snuggling with me, or kicking me, or asking for blankets she already has, I wrestle with what's bothering me.

A year or so into parenting a child who does not sleep, I had to make a choice  I could sit and be annoyed, counting down the hours until I was supposed to get up and function at work.  or...

Last year, I taught a high-strung group of students, my mom died, and I learned a lot.  Working through my grief, struggling to find a way to calm down my students, I discovered meditation and mindfulness.  I calmed my students' minds, and I calmed my own.  

Soon, the middle of the night became about thinking and not about worrying.

In just such a thoughtful night, I started to unravel my children's personalities, started to analyze how different they are as humans, how unique, and how my relationship with each child has to, by necessity, be different.

I mom by the seat of my pants and always seem surprised when results differ from expectations (sadly, this is true outside of my parenting life, as well). I had very clear expectations of what dressing my son would be like, but by age three, it was QUITE clear that as a big fat NOPE

My daughter, who often suffers from second-child syndrome (we continue to think she's tiny because she's so much smaller than her giant brother was at that age), is developing into a tiny princess fashionista.  She love tutus and leggings and, duh, cowgirl boots (okay, we DID see that one coming).  She's solid in her opinions. She always wants to "DO IT MYSELF."  

During the quiet moments of the night, I learn to accept the curve balls, the differences. I come to terms with the fact that my son wants to cuddle and be cozy all night and my daughter wants to play with Magnatiles (also all night...).

I talk myself through the challenges. Boy Child may not want to participate in wrestling (he did get on the mat to listen to instructions). The Girl may still have more nights of not sleeping.  

And then my daughter rolls over, nestles in under my chin, and all I can do is kiss her forehead and sigh into sleep.

Maybe the middle of the night is the best time of the day. And maybe that's the most important thought I can have.


Monday, September 25, 2017

Setting Priorities: Why I Stopped Direct Sales

Please note that this writing very much reflects my personal experience with Direct Sales.  I personally know many women, in particular, for whom Direct Sales works wonders. I also will not swear off Direct Sales forever - but I know that, in this season of my life, I can no longer devote my energy to this type of endeavor.

After a summer of focusing on repairing a fragmented mind, I knew I still had work to do.  Over a year and a half ago, I made a choice to begin selling for a Direct Sales/Multi-Level Marketing company, in addition to my full-time job.  It felt right in the moment, but the more time I took reflect on where I wanted to focus my energies, the less I wanted to keep selling.

I took an unofficial break from Direct Sales for the summer - no major announcements, no cancelling of websites or subscriptions - and took a look at my businesses again once the school year started. After a great deal of reflection, stopping still felt like the best choice.  And here's why.

1.  I desperately need a social media break. Direct sales, at least the model I tried to follow, required my near constant presence on social media. I needed to make posts, answer questions, post sales, go live, and more.  When logged on, I would, of course, wander over to explore other posts, peruse sales, and more.  And I would get lost.  While I'm not swearing off social media (I'm fairly certain some relatives would disown me should I stop sharing photos of the kiddos), I need the option to take extended breaks.  When I no longer felt the necessity to check-in online, exploring social media become fun again. And it also opened up the very real need to unfollow people I don't actually know.  I no longer need my social media feeds to serve as a business avenue, and I'm enjoying what I see a lot more these days.

2. I value fitness.  I've lost almost ten pounds since I stopped using most of my free time on direct sales.  I had seriously considered continuing with one of my businesses, but when I spent (off and on) bits and pieces of two days trying to simply log on to the company's site to place an order, I finally saw the light.  The evening of the second day, I chose to go for a run with my son instead of refreshing the website all night.  That felt amazing.  In the weeks that have followed, I have made similar choices, and I feel so much more like myself. More importantly, I recognize my body more than I have in months. I have my eyes set on more changes, and now I have the time to make them happen.

3. I want to see my friends as friends, not customers. This point, in particular, feels especially personal.  Some Direct Sales mavens are true champs at building a customer base well beyond their friends.  That's not how the process flowed for me. And I started to entertain the thought of no longer asking my friends to buy products from me.  I liked the way that thought felt, rumbling around in my mind, and so I officially made the call to quit.

4. I want to be better at what matters.  I had spread myself far too thin and wasn't really good at any one thing anymore. I started this school year without a single thought of selling products to customers.  I can schedule my weekends around my son's soccer schedule and not around sales parties.  Coworkers have commented that they notice my improved/increased focus, and while I'm still struggling to keep afloat as the parent of a new kindergartner, at least I have the mental space to try!

5. I have chosen to pursue minimalism where I can.  I have worked through several books on minimalism, have gutted our home (and will continue to do so), but my next step in minimalism is to structure my whole life around these principles. I know that I can't quite follow true minimalism (I like those new pairs of Converse a little too much), but I can definitely spread a healthy dose of this philosophy in my life.  That means paring down commitments. I did this carefully and strategically - with intention - letting go of commitments gradually over time.  I checked with myself with each "no," ensuring that I wasn't flaming out or burning bridges.  Several months into this process, I still feel confident in my decisions and know that I may have more to make.

No, I don't have a big tell-all story. I won't even name the companies I quit.  I do know that I had grown tired of talking, thinking, and worrying about these small businesses. I wanted room in my mind for my priorities to spread out, to deepen.  I can be more deeply involved with reading to my son at night.  I can pay more attention to my students. I can text with my best friends instead of running sales. I can dance to Moana with my daughter as long as she wants.  I can sit with husband and watch television instead of my phone.

I don't have less in my life after quitting direct sales.  Instead, I have more of what matters.  


Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Putting the Fragments Together: No More Fitting It In

Almost four months ago, I vowed to "Say Yes Less."  Knowing my own personal history, I worked intentionally to slowly reshape my commitments and my life in general.

I'm not done yet.

We have spent so much time together as a family - in various forms from me with just one or both of my kids to the four of us together to with my dad to with #friendsthatarefamily to in-laws and cousins to neighbors and new friends.

And the one thing that I did differently? I put away my phone. I paid attention to one thing at a time.

Sure, I took pictures, but I also let other people take the pictures (what a concept).  Sure, it helped that we stayed a few places that had poor cell service and no wi-fi (a huge gift to someone like me).

In the moments of quiet, whether to myself or while holding my daughter, kissing her head, and hoping she would go to sleep, I let my mind wander. I meditated. I prayed. I put some pieces back together.

And for the first time in a very long time, my mind started to feel whole again.

Fitting all the pieces together had fractured me.

I fit pieces in like an incredibly complicated puzzle. Ten minutes for a workout (that was really thirty because I had to check on dinner, and the kids and the dog kept crawling on me).  Six posts to my online sales groups, just a quick sec, I'm running a sale.  Balance. Bargaining. Compromise. A broken mind. I need fewer, larger pieces.

It's me. It's not you.

I see the growing number of mamas (yes, specifically mamas - no one tells a dad they need to "fit in a workout around baby's nap schedule) fitting it all in. No excuses. Twenty minutes before bed. Bounce around while your kids climb on you. Make it fun for them!  I love that it works for you.  I have nothing but respect for those of you who can make this work.

It used to work for me. 

My son adored the stroller until age two - he literally slept through 11 miles of multiple half-marathons. My daughter thinks it's some kind of medieval torture device most days, and on the others, she hands me toys through the top of the stroller and then falls asleep for ten minutes and skips her two hour nap.

It makes me even crazier than I already am, and no one needs that.

When I try to actually work out with my kids around? I trip on my son's bike because he likes to stop suddenly after riding like a bat out of hell for ten minutes. I feel like I'm getting internal damage from my daughter bouncing and shouting "WAKE" on my belly while I try to do yoga.  Add into that the 100+ teenagers who ask for my attention all day, and I desperately need some alone time at the gym.

But it's not just that I can't split my attention like that for exercise.

I can't do that for anything anymore.  

I don't want to fit in direct sales around small gaps in family time.  I actually enjoy talking to my husband in the car and not having the phone in my face.  In the evening, I want to sit and relax with my husband, not run an online sale.  Like with the fit-in exercise model, cheers to the mamas making this really work for you.  You're rocking your business and your family.

Me? I've gained weight. I've bought a lot of product (for myself and for friends) - it's great. I love the products I sell, but...it's time to slow down.

The time I spend managing multiple businesses comes directly from my free time.

You know what used to do with my free time? Exercise.  And the extra money? It's hard to enjoy spending it when I'm constantly working the business to the detriment of my family.

Years ago, my best friend asked me if I still got to pursue my interests after becoming a mom.

I told her the truth - I had to choose. I had to narrow down.

And then I broke my own advice and began to add, add, add.

It's too much.

Am I going to stop trying to things, pursuing new adventures? No, of course not.  But I'm not going to pursue them all at once.  

I have chosen to nourish myself this year, to live with intention. It's not the first time I've made that promise, but it's the first time I've followed through.  Bit by bit, I'm dismantling my overcrowded life.

And the results are astonishing.




Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Reshaping a Life: Reflections on Less Yes

Saying yes less has helped me slowly reshape my life.

Over the course of my Lenten season, I worked strategically to identify and set priorities in my life.

I have a tendency to quickly jump at change, whether it be quitting all of the things at once or adding all of the things to my to-do list.

In the wake of the shattering loss of my mom, I had to guard myself. I knew, all to well, that I would want to leap at change and make myself feel better with the rush of something new.

When I set out this year to nourish myself, I knew that change would come, and I finally feel ready.

The past several years have offered a growing career, becoming a mom (twice), facing my mom's illness, and simply living my day-to-day life, and I've lost sight of too much. I've hidden myself in commitments.

Commitments look good from the outside. I'm bringing in extra money! I'm getting published! I'm a leader on my campus! All of the exclamation points!

I could write 20 blog posts (#becauseoverachiever) about what happens to me when I over-commit, but the purpose of my Lenten promise was to look at what happens to me when I don't.

Who am I without an overwhelming, fast-paced (self-induced) schedule?

As good as it eventually feels, letting go terrifies me.

I took it slowly, and opportunities to say no began to present themselves.

When I thought about how I felt when others rejected my photography skills (both directly and indirectly), I recognized that it needed to go.

With a photography business carefully and prayerfully set aside, other priorities started to float to the surface.

Should I continue to force my direct sales business, or should I back off and let it grow as the hobby I originally intended? I emailed my upline and let her know about some changes she might see in my commission statements, and I immediately felt better.

As invitations, volunteer opportunities, and sales videos poured into my inbox, I refrained from an immediate yes or no.  I have intentionally let go of immediate responses.

There's a rush that comes from commitment. My schedule looks full and warm and happy.

But there's a dangerous low that follows the high.

In December, we participated in a wellness conversation at work. They warned us about "burn out." I related to Every. Single. Symptom.

The holidays and packed travel preceded back-to-school and family tragedy.  February passed in a blur of tears and sickness.

And then Lent began, with its promising gift of renewal.

Finally, I could take a moment to step back and reflect on this time in my life.

I'm trying to piece it all together into something that makes sense for me, and it doesn't always go smoothly.

I'm the least perfect person I know, and I've probably offended people as I settle into a new kind of life. I have new priorities. Why won't you let me be part of all of the things that are now my priorities as of this week? I definitely didn't need to shout my demands at people. I have made mistakes.  I find there's a bluntness that comes with grief. Couple that with an active desire to change the patterns of my life, and, well, emotional responses happened. I'm paying a price. And I'm also working on it.

While Lent has ended, my promise will continue.  I will keep steadily pulling at the pieces and rebuilding.

We have a crazy new season starting soon. My son will move from preschool to kindergarten. He will enter a new phase of childhood, and we will take a new step as parents.

Change is still coming, and I hope that I can face it with grace.





















Monday, March 27, 2017

The Slow Season: Facing Change As It Comes

Years ago, like in high school, I watched a TV movie with my mom. We watched a lot of those. Anyway, in this one, a woman suffered an unfathomable loss.  During the days, weeks, and months after her loss, people get telling her get over it.  Even then, when the most I'd lost was my great-grandparents - family I loved but was not surprised to lose, even then, I knew getting over it would never be that simple.

Fast forward many years, and I find myself in those very shoes.

Not getting over it.

I don't cry.  That doesn't surprise me.

I do, though, let the pain hit me throughout the day.  I watch my daughter devour cottage cheese and want to tell my mom, since that just screams of her personality.  And BMX? Did I mention BMX? My son loves it, and it's easy for him. Nothing has been easy.  I want to call my mom and tell her that something finally fits for my boy.

But I can't tell her.

It's a season of change.  Those come along anyway, no matter what we do, but loss cannot help but speed along a new season.

I get into trouble when my seasons change.

I have a bad habit of starting and stopping.  My mom used to tell me that I was terrible with beginnings and endings, that I needed more middle.  She wasn't wrong.

Knowing this about myself, and also with the full awareness that this is an unnatural season, not something simply flowing from moment to moment, I am cautious.

Two months after my mom's death, I have only quit one thing and not taken on anything new. I've let my son wrap-up his time with gymnastics - he has found something else that sparks his heart, and I need to respect that.  Still, nearly two years of weekly lessons and the random assortment of Mommy & Me classes before that meant something, and the end of that signals a new season for my boy.

But I can feel it.  I can feel more change coming in my life. 

In the past (almost) five years of motherhood. I've tried to squeeze myself into some boxes that don't fit. My mom told me that I tend to jump in, feet first, considering the consequences only when I'm in over my head.  She wasn't wrong.

I am trying to hear her voice and take some slower steps.

With time, with caution, with reflection, I can keep breaking out of those boxes and finding something that fits better.

When I sit with myself, with God, things start to make a bit more sense.

This morning, settling into my classroom for the day, I realized, I'm not going to look for the next new thing, for this change that's coming. I'm going to wait for it. I'm going to let change show itself to me.

And I felt so relieved.

I don't have a timeline.

I don't have to go in search of change.

Change will find me.

And before I know it, I'll be back in the middle. And that's where I thrive.











Saturday, March 25, 2017

Never the Best: On Living for the Joy of It

"It must be hard hearing you're not the best."

Someone I respect told me this a few years ago in a moment of his own weakness.  He had an excuse for saying "No" to me, but he knew that the excuse was invalid; so, he told me this instead. The real reason came out much later, but in that moment, the words stung.

Except.

I'm not the best. Never have been.

Being the best at something would have required a lot more than I had or was willing to give, at various points in my life.  My parents didn't have the resources or the time for me to be the best at a sport. Nor did I have coaches who saw some underdog potential in me that they felt compelled to cultivate.  Other students were better at school than me and were willing to sleep less to make sure that stayed true for them.

Cleaning out my parents' house, I've found my piles of certificates. They show that I had great grades, that I made it into honors programs and clubs, that I earned scholarships.  I also found essays scored with a careless A or A- and a couple of condescending comments about how I could probably change up my tone every now and again.  Yep. Not the best.

Except.

I tried to be the best, or so I thought. I wanted it (perhaps not enough). In that quest for the best, which looking back, I had zero chance of completing, I lost a lot. Or I should say, I missed a lot.

I missed parties or adventures with friends to stay home and write was was, apparently, basically the same essay 140 times. I avoided classes I would potentially not ace, because I didn't see the value in education for the sake of education.

I do now. I see it.

Except.

Even when I know it's true, it's still hard to not be the best. It's hard when someone signs up for a photo session, either through casual talk or through actual, written down, yes, I'll work with you, and then, before solidifying a date, posts photos exclaiming how awesome this photographer is and how I'll only ever work with her. And it's not me.  

It's challenging when people I trust go around talking about how incredible someone's photography is and how grateful they are to have such an awesome photographer around to take all their photos and how lucky they are to have found them. And it's not me.  Oh. Gotcha.

It's hard hearing I'm not the one chosen.

I love photography.

But I also know my limits. I know that I have some serious gaps in my maturity.

I'm not really great at handling these rejections with grace.

Beyond the rejections, for whatever those unspoken reasons from people I know and love might be, I also know I'm not at the same level the photographers I admire.

Aside from the occasional missed dinner or trip to the grocery store, I haven't sacrificed in the ways that a lot of professional photographers have, and I know I never will.

I want to grow as an artist without also worrying about growing a business.

I want to enjoy the light of a perfect spring evening without worrying if I'm going to place my clients the right way to avoid the shadow on their faces. I want to learn how the pros I admire get those perfect edits without feeling like some weird little competitor.

I want to nourish myself as an artist. End of story.

I'm incredibly grateful that my mom bought me Bittersweet. I keep coming back to the idea of seasons.  Trying to turn my photography into a business was a season. In that season, I felt foggy and like I had something to prove about my identity beyond motherhood. That season has ended.  

An hour or so after I posted my announcement, feeling lighter than I have in months, I took my kids to a local park. I buckled my daughter in the Tula, and she looked at me, smiled, and hugged me around the neck.   My son rode his bike and practiced going down hills, insisting that I watch him as he demonstrated his skills.

For what time I have with them while they're little, and for what time I have while they think I'm the best, well, I want to focus on that and not let my thoughts and my energy dwell on anything else.

I feel a new season starting, and I welcome its arrival.









Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Strong Women

My beautiful, brilliant, spunky daughter had a fever and other various symptoms yesterday.

I stayed home with her.

I held my whimpering daughter, trying to comfort her and get her through this illness.

We aren't a television watching household, not much anyway, but the television comforted her yesterday. We watched a bit of Chicken Little, because she saw the chicken on Netflix and wanted to watch. We watched Home because of the colorful graphics.

Then we happened upon My Little Pony.

I played with My Little Ponies, Barbies, Strawberry Shortcake, Rainbow Brite, all of them. But I watched Voltron, Thunder Cats, and He-man & She-ra.

Before yesterday, I didn't know.

The first scenes of the first season of the new My Little Pony show "Twilight Sparkle" running around researching, learning, discovering. Then, she gets a directive from her mentor and teacher, "Princess Celesteia," to go to Ponyville and organize a party, oh, and stop studying so much and work on getting some friends.

Excusez-moi?

Sure, the rest of the episode and the couple that followed show "Twilight Sparkle" meeting a few supportive friends, all who have special qualities that make them good ponies.  Good, right?

But good enough? Enough to push our daughters to greatness?

I (harshly) posted about the show in a group.  The answers? Oh, give it a chance. It gets much better.

Give it a chance?

My little bitty daughter can't pick through the subtleties of a cartoon. I will find something else, something that is more obvious in its support of intelligence and inquiry.

I don't want my daughter to have to read through all of the mane tossing and giggling to figure out that what they are really talking about is that everypony has their strengths, and we can all work together, despite our differences.

Kids take these cartoons at face values. She will process very pretty little ponies stomping their hooves, tossing their manes, giggling, and going on about their business.

What's wrong with that?

Everything.

When my son watches what are clearly "boy" shows, does he see characters telling each other to stop studying? No, he says Dino Dan exploring, through study and scientific experiment, what dinosaurs can do.  He grabs his friends, including girls, to go experiment with him. No one stops him, least of all a teacher, to suggest he go play some baseball and have some fun, instead.  Instead, the teachers and parents make learning fun - they let Dan explore his passion and interest through art, experiment, and more.

On Octonauts, the characters help each other, those around them, and there's nary a hair flip.  Dashi and Tweak (name aside...) are key parts of the team, with Dashi documenting and researching new sea creatures and Tweak engineering the ship and developing new techniques.  They make study and academics something normal and expected rather than something to do less of.

It's clear that I'm not a "girly girl." I do love pink, and I have a huge collection of colored pens and patterned leggings.  But I have never once used flirtation to get my way - I wouldn't even know where to begin. That's neither my strength nor my style.

And I'd rather it not be my daughter's style either.

As a teacher, I've watched countless girls bat their eyes, smile, and expect to get their way, either with teachers or other students. And it makes me cringe.

Women should be able to get what they want, what they need, on their own merits.

Women should not have to hide their intelligence behind beauty.

Sure, women can follow fashion, fix their hair, and be the most brilliant people on earth.

It's when they do all of these things and still say, "I don't know..." and shrug cutely, when we all know they have the answer, that we have a problem.

My mother taught me better than that.

I have dealt with my fair share of, "Oh, just smile and laugh it it off."

In one instance of sexual harassment at work was told, by three female supervisors, to, and I quote,"Giggle and look away." Have my male peers been given the same directive?

No.

I want more and expect more for and from my daughter than giggles and flirtation to hide her intelligent mind.

I love that, so far, the girls my son admires most are fierce, intelligent, and vibrant.  He gets it. He is drawn to strength.

I believe that strength resides in owning our intelligence, in proving that femininity and womanhood need not be defined by simpering flirtation.  Yes, there is strength in love, in kindness.  But when women set aside their intelligence in favor of appearance, they reveal only weakness.

I want to cultivate strength in my daughter, my son, and my students.

Be smart.

Be brave.

Be kind.

And let us see all of it.