#DadLife

I have now been back at work and admittedly…I miss it. I miss it a lot actually.

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Derrick navigating 3 little women in 3 different stages of life.

I miss being at home with my daughters. You see when my wife and I decided to try for another little one to add to the “Newby Nest”, we planned to do things a little different than what we did with Sophia. Quite a bit had changed from when we had her, specifically two important factors. Ro was no longer working weekends and I was now working for the library, which is very generous with their paid time off offerings unlike my past job in retail. We looked at everything and decided that after her maternity leave had ran out I would take off an additional month to stave to avoid having to worry about childcare for a little longer. Fast forward a bit, Catalina was born, Ro spent her three months at home with her recuperating and showering our baby with love…and occasionally breast milk (Made myself laugh on that one).

The week I was set to take over was also the week school let out for our other two children. Now I have to admit, I was a little anxious about the prospect of not only keeping my kids alive for the next month, but also making it enjoyable. But, I made up my mind that I was about to rock this Daddy-duty time! I looked up all the summer activities I could find and programmed them into my calendar app. I also grabbed me an official “Dad hat”. I was ready!

To my surprise, the first couple of weeks went great. We managed to find that sweet spot between outside-the-house activities, inside-the-house activities, and keeping the baby content throughout. By the third week we had enrolled the oldest two in a summer reading program that lasted from 8-3 p.m. I was happy they were going to have the chance to play and learn with other kids, but I was also a little sad because we had just found our rhythm.

I still had my Lina Bug though, so for those last two weeks we walked every morning with Claire talking to the neighbors and listening to Pastor Mike, Pastor Steven, or whatever other pastor I could find on the podcasts app soaking up the sun, enjoying what little breeze there was. I would spend the rest of the day changing diapers, feeding, staring in Lina’s eyes trying to soak it all up, and then I would realize there still another 7 HOURS until Ro got back from work. During those 7 or so hours, I reflected a lot and wanted to share the biggest things I learned.

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1. I CAN do this.

I have always struggled a bit with anxiety and in fact we took that into consideration before we decided to try for Catalina. Rightly so, Ro was worried that the additional (completely normal) stress of a new baby would send me overboard. To be honest, I was worried too, but something or perhaps Someone told me it would be ok. I learned that half the battle is in your preparation. I had become so comfortable with my anxiety that I would just try to avoid situations that trigger it. But life doesn’t work that way. It is stressful, and chaotic, and random, but it is beautiful if you can learn to embrace it. What did my plans look like? They went something like this: Get kids ready (Don’t worry if they don’t look like they just stepped off the fashion runway as long as their teeth are brushed, eye buggers are gone, and clothes are mostly clean). Get to your destination and don’t worry if you end up being a few minutes behind, you have THREE kids to get to the same place in one piece…if you don’t leave one then you’re doing just fine. Then you have to attend to the baby’s needs before they even register with her (cause you’re a boss). Lastly and most importantly, be ready to have to scrap the whole “mission” and head back home to regroup. Kids don’t care about your plans, if they need a snack and a nap. By the grace of God, it worked and I was able to take my girls out and keep it together. As an added bonus, I think they picked up on my newfound “zen” and therefore they were kind of chill.  Best part is I looked cool, calm, and collected when wifey came home. Which made her feel better about leaving me to care for 3 little humans.

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That face of trying to help your daughter through a tantrum when you’re about to lose it, too.

 

 2. Our children NEED us!

My dad had stopped by and I shared with him that sometimes it feels odd that I didn’t see more guys out with their little ones. We talked about how when I first started having a family I noticed my friend circle got smaller and smaller. My dad told me how he experienced the very same thing raising my 4 younger sisters. He was the primary caretaker so where he went…they went. It was comforting to hear him be so candid about his feelings during that time.

I know there are some amazing fathers out there serving their wives and children with all their heart, in whatever capacitythat they can. I see plenty of dads breaking the mold and doing whatever is needed of them. I also see dads that have to make the hard sacrifice of spending time with their kids to ensure the family is provided for. I want to honor all of them because it is a tough and at times a thankless job, so my hats off to you for choosing to show up every day. With that being said, even today there still seems to be some taboo about what the roles of each parent are…comforter, provider, motivator, protector, and so on.

Often times, we get pulled into to certain patterns that can limit the potential of our families.

I want to say to all the dads that don’t feel that they can do what the moms because “they’re just better at it”, or you don’t want to “mess up the kids”, or whatever else…DUDE, YOU GOT THIS. YOU WERE BORN FOR THIS.

Are there differences in what each parent may be better at? Sure, but I am tired of the idea that moms are the better caretakers and we are just bumbling around with no sense of what we are doing. We are better than that. There are critical lessons that are kids are hungry for that they can only get from US as fathers, and we have to be present to deliver.

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Baby-wearing while on a hike at Petit Jean.

 3. The mothers NEED us!

Now before you beat the drum of independence, I am NOT saying that mothers are hopelessly dependent on the men around them. There are countless mothers who bear the full weight of parenthood and raise outstanding children. Likewise, as is the case in my home, there are mothers who are the glue that keeps everyone and everything together, and without them the family would lose its form.

What I mean is that our mothers need our support. If you are married that means breaking her out so she can go see that movie she’s been wanting to see with her friends or holding down the house so she can go get pampered a little (trust me…it’s a win win). Sometimes it is as simple as holding the baby so she can eat with TWO hands. The point is as husbands we need to be actively looking for ways to ease their burden. That goes double for the single mothers. They are pulling double the load. Whatever community that you are a part of and you see single moms, if you are in a position to help, even a little, it matters. This is not about comparing the hardships of fatherhood to motherhood. The reality is history has placed most of the responsibility of child rearing on the mothers. It is time we step up and take our rightful place as the influencers of the home.

 

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burdens & loads.

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It took me a long time to find this rock in my yard. The dog and my neighbors looked at me like I was insane.

Hi friends, 

I’ve been feeling somewhat heavy hearted lately, nothing is necessarily wrong. Just daily life. You know the normal hustle of the day. I seem to get swept away by the daily anxieties of life: did I pay that bill, did I call my mom, have I fed the dog, did I give Sophia her snack? 

Our life can get pretty overwhelming if believe we’re made to handle it all ourselves. I believe much of our struggles come from not knowing what to carry and what to leave at Jesus’ feet. 

So let’s talk loads and burdens. Loads are the daily responsibilities of life. If you learn how to somewhat effectively carry loads, it can help you grow spiritually and strengthen your relationship with God and others. In my life this means dealing with an eye-rolling pre-teen, surviving dinner (someone always cries because of what’s on the plate, and most often it’s me), and attempting to make my health a priority. These daily struggles take up so much energy, but as stated in Romans 3, they are made to create endurance. And we all know marriage and parenting is going to take major endurance.

Romans 5 says it best…

Romans 5:3-4 (NLT)

We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation.

Yes, my daughter saying “mom” a thousand times throughout the day or Jai forgetting that she had homework until the day of, definitely builds character because it’s not an option to give them back. These are my loads.

Then there are my burdens. Burdens are those weights of life that we were never meant to carry. Guilt, shame, and my old friend anger. This is the reason God gave us Jesus, so that we wouldn’t have to.

Scripture tells us over and over again, to cast our troubles to Him. So I challenge you, admit your short comings. Admit we can’t do it ourselves. We are not all-knowing or all-fixing. The sooner we accept that, the sooner we allow God to do His good work in us that can truly sustain our lives. 

Psalm 55:22 

22 Cast your cares on the Lord

    and he will sustain you;

he will never let

    the righteous be shaken. 

Now, here is the plot twist. I sometimes mistake my daily loads for burdens. My anxiety takes over and I give in to it. This means I yell at the kids, I binge eat bread, and I start nit-picking my husband. It’s not a pretty picture and I don’t like doing it. Lately, Derrick and I have been challenging ourselves to do what Romans 5 instructs us to do… rejoice. I find that nothing breaks that ugly cycle like gratitude. I have to be thankful for my loads and my burdens because it means I need Jesus. 

I need Him in my parenting.

I need Him in my marriage.

I need Him at work.

I need Him in my friendships.

His load is lighter, and His way is good.

XO, 

Ro

 

 

Rest.

IMG_2244Derrick is practically a robot.

Yes, my dear husband lives in “can’t stop, won’t stop” mode. Just the other day he stated to me that the major reason why he refuses to rest is the fear of stopping all together. He was afraid to rest. My heart was broken for him because in those minutes of listening, I was trying to think of the last time I saw him put his feet up.

I went to bed that night concerned for my husband because we all need rest. The Bible is filled with scripture on the importance of it.

Jeremiah 31: 25 says:

Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.

Whew. Ok so our loving creator KNEW the trials we would face and that we would grow weary and He would be ready to renew us.

After Jesus fed the five thousand, he said to his disciples in Mark 6: 31 “Come away by yourselves to a desolate place and rest a while.”

That is a holy command my friends, not a suggestion.

We live in a culture where we confuse a full schedule with a purposeful life.

I once read a quote that said “You have the same 24 hours in a day that Beyonce does.” Instead of motivating me, it made me feel like crap, ha ha. We do not value rest the was Jesus modeled rest in the Bible.

As I read scripture after scripture, I started seeing many verbs tied into the places where Jesus was telling us to rest by saying “dwell, walk in, lie in, enter, sleep.”

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And then it hit me!

To rest does not mean to be come INACTIVE. There is such a thing as purposeful rest.

Purposeful rest brings you to Jesus feet, it restores and replenishes you. Rest in whatever way you personally seek and find Him. For me, it’s this right here. I love to write and journal and put my thoughts to paper. For Jaidyn, it’s sketching. For Derrick, it’s playing basketball or  listening to God’s Word as he cooks. *Insert praise break!*

Stop going towards the massive waves of life, and let the waves carry you to rest. This doesn’t mean you stop your journey, because even Jesus took a nap under a tree, and continued his mission to the cross. Do not be afraid to sit next to Jesus, under that tree, while He fills you up. The same God that renews and restores will be the same God that finishes that good work in you.

XO,

Rosa

 

 

 

 

Mom Guilt.

We all experience it, in one form or another. An ugly guilt that keeps me up at night. I try to cover it up with an extra game of Uno, one more bedtime story, or a piece of chocolate after dinner. All in hopes of covering up the shame, that I may not be doing this mothering thing right.

Mom guilt is different than mom shame. To me, shame comes from external sources, guilt is something you put on yourself.

The biggest guilt I carry around is how different the first years were with each of my daughters. When I had Jai, my oldest, I was in nursing school at UCA for the first three years of her life. It was hectic. She spent most of those days with my parents, while I rushed to class, or while I worked 12 hour shifts every weekend. I always tell people, I may not have been married, but I was never a single mother. My parents helped every step of the way.
This is where the major mom guilt comes in. I didn’t know all the beautiful things I missed with Jaidyn. She is so incredible and I wish I could have given her true stability and well…just more of me. I wish I could remember what she smelled like or her cuddles. I remember how quiet she was during the time I was doing homework. I remember the go go go. I remember how happy she was to see me after 12 hours, only to sneak out for work at 6 am the next day. She deserved more.

In October of 2009, I met my husband and we welcomed our daughter Sophia in October of 2012. Everything was different for me. We had a home together, we were happily married, and we PRAYED that the Lord would bless us with a child. By the time I had Sophia, I was already a nurse and had decided to take 13 weeks off work to be with her. It was the best thing I could have ever imagined. I decided this time, I was going to do it the “right way”. I jumped at the opportunity to work weekend option.

Let me tell you how much of a blessing that was! I was able to drop off and pick up my children from school, be at all the classroom activities, and it gave my husband the opportunity to be a father to the girls and figure it all out on his own during the weekends. Being at home with Sophia taught me how to savor every giggle, every milestone, and even even baby tantrum. I finally felt like I was doing motherhood “right”.

Little did I know working weekends came at a price too. I missed all the family gatherings, never attended church, and became isolated from friends. I felt that while I was doing what was best for the kids, I lost myself.

Here we are at a crossroad again. My time off with with our new babe Catalina Rose has come to an end and I am sad about it. I have an amazing job with great coworkers and a great boss but I still can’t help but think that I rather be at home. I constantly try to convince Derrick to let me go part-time but as of today, that is no go. I still pray major circles around that specific want though. God knows my heart.

I don’t want fancy things, I just want to be here to raise my babies. 

I will give be thankful through it all though. Luckily, Derrick will be able to take a paid paternity leave for a month, then my dad will keep Catalina Rose until we are comfortable enough to send her daycare. So even though, it won’t be me… I know she is in good hands.

Friends, we have to let go of this mama guilt and replace it with grace. We are doing the best we can.
Rosa

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How to Cope: Jai Edition.

You are capable. You can do this. It’s your purpose.

I have been saying these things to myself over the last couple of weeks, and sharing them on my social media. So let’s be real…
Mothering is the hardest thing I have ever done, constantly try to improve, and most of the time I feel like I suck at it.

Parenting keeps me up at night. Just when you think you know what you’re doing, a kid sticks a rock in her ear.

Anyway, this worried me more than Samuel the rock.

Conversation:
J: “Mom, … I’m sad.”
Me: “Why baby?”
J: “I don’t know. I try to feel better, but I just don’t know how.”

Gut check: My oldest is experiencing a change in hormones & I may be raising a pre-teen.

This long conversation opened the door to a new landmark in motherhood: how do I help my child navigate through feelings and emotions, when I myself sometimes cannot deal.

Jai hasn’t been the best at coping because she is the most selfless, loving, patient little person I’ve ever met. She feels her feelings, and for the most part, pushes them to the side. Once she neglected to tell me about an issue at school because she said she knew I was already stressed and didn’t want to add to it.

*INSERT SOBS HERE*

Jai will ignore her needs, to love you better. But we all know what happens later, right?

People like this bottle everything up until they explode.
My sweet little sqeaky voiced girl is no different; she has exploded a few times before.

After seeing a pattern, I did what every parent does… I worried and read tons of parenting articles on coping.

One article states that we as parents, try to fix everything for our kids the second they are upset. TRUE.

Mentally noted. I have to stop doing that. I can’t go around fixing everything for them. They have to learn how to navigate through their own feelings and at least attempt at finding a solution.

A solution for coping looks different for everyone. For me it means indulging in romantic comedies with my old friends…carbs. I am also known to take long romantic walks down the isles of Target.

Will this work for Jai? Probably not.


So here I am, just a mom trying to help her kid figure it out.

*Disclaimer: In no way shape or form do I have life figured out. I just do stuff hoping it pulls me out the funk.


First things first: Recognize that feeling.
Recognize what you are feeling when it hits you. Am I sad, angry, or frustrated?
Once you know what you are feeling, allow yourself to really FEEL it. I find myself telling the girls that it’s ok. It’s ok to be sad Jai. It’s ok to be angry, Soph.
Second: Accept it. There’s nothing more hurtful or frustrating than someone telling you that you have no reason to feel the way you feel. Or being told to get over it.
If I am mad, no matter how irrational it may be, Derrick now knows to let me be mad. The last piece of pie he ate, even though I had been thinking about it all freaking day, becomes irrelevant after a little jam session to Backstreet Boys and a steaming hot shower.


Here’s a little science:

Coping skills can be developed into brain habits. If our children learn to recongnize emotions and the stressors that accompany them, then they can learn to cope accordingly.
If you train your brain to recongize anger, and then you decide the best way you cope with it is running ( or any other activity) then your mind will resort to that coping mechanism when anger appears. That is how habits develop.


As parents, it is our duty to equip our children early with proper coping mechanisms. If we can show them a healthy way to deal with breaking their favorite toy or the loss of a beloved pet, then maybe one day they will be able to handle a broken heart or loss of a friendship.


Words of advice to my girl:

  • Let yourself be _______. (angry, sad, frustrated.) Give yourself time to feel whatever you are feeling, don’t rush through it because it will catch up with you later.
  • Positive self talk. “I maybe sad now, but I want to be happy and I will go find things that make me feel better.” Even if you don’t feel it now, prepare yourself for getting out of the funk. Funks come and go. Just set your mind and heart to know that they don’t last forever because of God’s love and promises to you.
  • Find what helps pull you out of the funk. For her it was mommy-daughter date nights. A new book. Bubble baths.
  • Create a life of healthy habits: Go to bed at the same time every night. Wake up early. Take your vitamins. Drink water. Condition your hair. Eat fruit and veggies. Move your body everyday.

Music to soothe your soul. Reading to take you to different times and places. & fur babies to love you back.

How do you cope? I know many of my readers find joy at Target.

Whatever you do, enjoy the process. Let yourself feel, it is what let’s us know we’re alive.

Your friend,

Rosa

The Gift of Less.

dsc02135Several years ago we decided to move forward with minimalism but had not yet found a way to apply it to Christmas. Being the overachiever that I am, I would find myself wanting to make Christmas so magical, that I would get consumed on buying things that my children didn’t need, or even wanted all because I had a certain image in my head about the way Christmas should be.

I came across the idea of keeping gifts to a minimum. The approach of buying in 4 to 5 categories. We would gift the children: something you want, something you need, something to wear, and something to read. My favorite add on has been: something to do.

This year my children are going to love their gifts!

A Want: Barbie dream house with a Barbie remote control car
A Need: PJs
To Wear: Rainboots
To Read: Jai is getting the Percy Jackson Series and Sophia is getting a sticker activity book.
To Do: Jai is getting a sewing craft on how make a poncho. Sophia will get new finger paints.
Previously we bought the children a trip to Frozen on Ice and in the future I see sewing lessons and maybe one day soon, Disney World!


 

Don’t forget to encourage the children to clean out their toy box before the holidays to make space for new things. This routine prevents toy clutter. Have the children separate their toys in 3 piles: keep, gift, broken/trash. Trick: keep the toys in a bag or chest that allows for a quick visual inspection for when it is time to declutter.

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The big basket is full of puzzles, dinosaurs, and other figurines. The small blue basket holds the furniture to the dollhouse.

 

While you can manage the gift-giving in the home, it can be hard to address this with other family members. I felt the need to share the idea of less gifts to our family because I would notice Jai being excited to gather for the holidays for the gifts, and not necessarily to spend time with family. I didn’t want her correlating love with material things. I want her to be excited to see family simply because they are family.

When the children receive gifts they may already have or are outside of their developmental stage, we keep them in a box. Jai used to cry when we first implemented this. Why couldn’t she keep the new art set even though she already had three?!

We place all duplicates in a box that we gift out of all year! This is helpful for when you’re invited to a birthday party and have to find a last minute gift. The toys that are not gifted by the end of the year, my mom takes to Mexico and hands them out to the children on the border. Jai no longer cries at the thought of gifting to child who may not have had a brand new toy.


 

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Story time.

Growing up in devout Catholic family, I don’t remember gifts being the center of Christmas. I remember all of our family hosting a posada. Posada meaning “home, lodging” is a Spanish tradition of re-enacting Mary and Joseph’s search for rest the night Jesus was born. Everyone sings and prays. Towards the end of the posada, if you prayed, you would get a piece of candy.
On the night before Christmas we would set out one of our shoes under the bare tree with hopes that El Nino Dios (baby Jesus) would bring you a gift. You know, not too many presents fit under your shoe. I remember the best gift was a blue see-through Apple desktop, I was in heaven! As I got older, I stopped sitting out my shoe, but I remember being 16 and my dad telling me to sit it out just in case. I woke up to find nothing under my shoe, but inside was a pretty gold necklace. Good presents, but even better memories and traditions. That goes to show that just because you keep the gifts to a minimum, doesn’t mean that can’t be of good value.

During this season, I hope we remember the love and spirit of Christmas. Let’s remind our children that we have been given the ultimate gift: a savior.

Let’s redirect our children and ourselves to seek the beauty of tradition, family, and the joy of Jesus this holiday season!

Blessings,

Rosa

 

 

How the Word got me off the couch.

dsc01379For the last few years I have chosen a Bible verse to apply to the new year. In late 2015, I came across a verse that little did I know, would consume my entire being.

2015 was a great year, but I don’t recall much of it. I was pretty much a living mom zombie. It was the year of TIRED. I had so much intention, but no energy to take on my ever-growing to-do list.

I wasn’t searching for my 2016 verse, but prayed continuously for guidance on tackling everyday life. I don’t know about y’all but even all the ordinary things became difficult to overcome. How fitting that God sent me a verse so life-giving, that it basically jumped from the pages of Proverbs, straight in to my heart.

Proverbs 31:27
She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.

Gut punch. Thanks Father, you basically just called me lazy. You know that feeling when someone calls you out and then you get defensive. Yeah, I couldn’t do that. Not with him. He knows my heart. So instead of dwelling in my shortcomings. I held tight to those words.

I can’t tell you how many times I said it out loud, how many times I looked at it on my desk, and wrote it in my notebooks.

I had to let it marinate. I didn’t really know what God wanted me to do with it, or how to let it help me.

When you truly meditate on the Word of God, it speaks to you. The words may be the same on paper, but the Spirit delivers it to you in such a way that helps and heals you. When I feel these words, God isn’t calling me lazy.

He is telling me, I have purpose. I have much to do.


The beginning of the verse states “she looks well.” Looks, present tense, continuously. To look is to observe, to focus, and to notice. Ok God, I hear you, calling me to put the distraction away and look. I learned so much about my family, when I cleared the distractions, and focused. We can miss so much, by being distracted. I will never forget a post circulating Facebook last year involving a mom that decided to put her phone down for an hour to see how many times her children looked to her for direction, approval, and guidance. I cannot recall the exact number, but it was many times over. Can you imagine, so many missed opportunities to build up our husbands and children!

I was overtaken with guilt, but as we know, we can only move forward and forward I went, with my verse.


Sophia, my little loud bundle of joy, will never let you ignore her needs. Jaidyn, is my quiet soul. Jaidyn, like Derrick, hides her hurt and disappointment. For so long I was missing Jaidyn’s cues that she needed me. Either I was missing it completely or I wasn’t digging deep enough.

Story time: Earlier this year Jai was being ignored by a classmate. I attempted to teach her the hard lesson that not everyone wants to be your friend. Jai wasn’t having that. It hurt me to see Jai try to convience someone that she was worth knowing. One day she came home and requested extra chores in an attempt to purchase a Monster High book. I told her no initially and lectured her because she hadn’t finished her last book. The look on her face was more than just disappointment from not buying a book. Later that night, I asked her why this book was so important to her and she let me know that it was the favorite book of the girl who didn’t want to be her friend. It was common ground, to build a friendship on. Oh.

I almost missed this. I can’t believe I almost dismissed it.

Spoiler: A month later, this loving and patient daughter of mine gained a real friendship. The same child who ignored Jai… when asked who she was thankful for, stood up in class and said “Jaidyn”.

When you “look well” you’re able to love your tribe better.


The last part of the verse was to not eat the bread of idleness.

The Bible says so much about laziness. Again, after letting this dwell, I refused to wear that label. Instead I took this as encouragement.

How can you be idle, when I have promised you so much?

Half of my to-do list was not being accomplished not because I didn’t have time or intent. But because my old habits were preventing me from being the woman my family needed me to be!

I read an amazing book titled The Power of Habit that opened my eyes to my old habits and a way to reprogram new ones.

One of the of suggestions the book gives, is to be aware of the cue that begins your routine. For me that was my couch. Honey, I would grab a coffee and as soon as my bum hit that couch, there went my whole day. So what did I do? I got rid of that cue. I got rid of my couch. Drastic right? Well, I needed drastic. I needed change.

My brain started freaking out because it didn’t go into habit mode aka preservation mode, and had to work hard to build new habits. Once I came home, I didn’t sit down. I would drink my coffee while tackling my to-do list.

I thought to myself, if I can change my old habit, then I can for sure build amazing habits in my littles.

So with time I have been able to instill a routine of productiveness. Come home, feed dog, play with dog, do homework, have snack, play, reading, more play, dinner, bath, read some more, sleep.

Once those healthy habits are in place, they become instilled in you.

Guess what happened when some of those habits were formed… I didn’t have to ask or remind them as much and extra bonus…I yell less.

When these habits formed, we now have time for more walks, more Uno after dinner, more cuddles on the couch.

Don’t get me wrong, there are still tears, pouting, and temper tantrums, but not nearly as bad than before. They are now aware of their role in this family. Through me refusing to remain idle, my children have learned that they have greater things to do too.

Friends, I have learned that we are made to rejoice in doing. Our hearts were not made to remain idle but to be awaken and proactive in the loving of our tribe.

Please share the scripture that has encouraged you in this year, I would love to hear it.

Your friend,

Rosa