Mission Statement

Motherhood has swallowed my life, digested it, and pooped it out.  This may not conjure up the best of images, but it is my truth.  I love Lady and Sir with my whole soul and in this process the other things that make me light up have grown a bit dim.  Staying at home this year has been hard, like really REALLY hard.  My days seem to run into each other.  I look forward to His Lordship getting home from work with an intensity that is hard to admit.  It is difficult for me to see how easy it seems to be for other women and comparison is not kind.  


In the spring, when the most predictable weather on the High Plains of Colorado is wind, I found it difficult to get out of the house.  When the weather is not ideal for walks and playgrounds, there is no indoor space for the kids to play and that makes me stir crazy.

One day, after nap time, around mid-afternoon I was needing to go to the store.  I was getting around and changed Sir’s clothes, he turns to me and says;

“Why are we putting clothes on?  Where are we going?”  

Oh my.  This kid knows that we stay all day in our P.Js unless we are going to be seen by the public.  Oh the mom shame reigns down.  

I tried to explain to him that we wear clothes even when we don’t have a place to go.  He wasn’t buying it.  “But where are we goooing?”  

“The store.”  I admitted.  

His face lit up as if I had said a spaceship.  

“Can I get a sucker?” he asked.  

“Sure.”  I smiled. 

His whole little life is made by the DumDum he gets from the cashier at the grocery store.  I love that he loves running errands and that he finds such joy telling the clerk about every item we purchased as he puts them on the counter. Sir shakes my sparkling water and says “when this opens it is like a volcano, but there is no smoke” The cashier looks at him and smiles, surprised by this impromptu science lesson.  He then acts out how a volcano erupts with his little two year old body including spewing sounds. She giggles with amusement and eventually hands over the basket for him to pick his sucker flavor. Not surprisingly, he chooses one he has never tried, root beer, not my choice but to each his own. He is a risk taker.  His simple joy is divine.  He also loves to go the Post Office and see the letters behind the mailboxes. Always so full of questions. He is so curious, so smart, and so full of life.  

I often feel as though I need to be doing more to foster his curiosities.  The teacher in me says I need to be challenging his brain and exposing him to more.  The problem is, my creativity tank is empty in so many ways.  I pride myself as being a creative person and I always thought that as a mom, adventures and such would be my strength.  It isn’t though, far from it.

After talking it over with His Lordship I decided that the best way to serve my children’s creativity is by fostering my own.  Like the flight attendant instructing parents to first put on their air mask before helping their children.  My spark for life needs to be reignited so I can be a better mom.  And hell, even if my spark doesn’t make me a better mom, isn’t my own life worth getting excited about?  

So here is my new mission statement:  I am going to carve out time each week to create and learn or learn from creating.  It might be writing, it might be fine art, it may be interpretive dance… All I know is, I want to be as excited about life as a toddler volcano.  

Photo Courtesy Joyful Photography  


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