Life is Made From Everyday Moments of Courage

I’d first like to start this post by saying that I send my deepest, most heartfelt THANK YOU to all of the men and women who have fought (and continue to fight) for our freedom. There is no greater example of everyday moments of courage then from the ones who wake up every morning to sacrifice their lives to serve our country (and their families).

“She was powerful, not because she wasn’t scared but because she went on so strongly, despite the fear.” – Atticus

I was recommended an audio book, by a good friend a few weeks ago called “The 5 Second Rule” by Mel Robbins. As I went into my phone and pulled up my ibooks, I was a little hesitant to spend the $17.99 on it because every audio book I have tried before has put me to sleep (literally). There is just something about listening to someone read that makes me drift off into la-la-land and zone out. But I purchased it anyways and started listening to it on my drive to work.

Can I say that it’s been one of the best decisions I’ve made in a long time! Her concept and theory on how to go about life is so incredibly simple; yet life changing! Without going into the whole book and the rule she lays out (because I hope that you go out and listen to it for yourself), I did want to focus on one area that came up in the book; everyday moments of courage.

This concept that our lives are made from just little moments of courage each and every day has been dancing around in my head for weeks; that we alter the path of our future from these little decisions throughout the day.

I don’t know about anyone else, but for so long I felt that in order to achieve great things in my life, I needed to have great courage in order to accomplish it. But that’s never worked, nor is it the case. It was always a lose-lose situation for me because I am not a dreamer, I am not courageous – I am a worrier, I am a lost in the details type of person. So I was constantly disappointed in myself because I didn’t have the great courage to ‘lean in’ and ‘go big.’ It just becomes a vicious cycle of “tomorrow, I’m going to do xyz” and then tomorrow came and I wouldn’t (or couldn’t) do it.

As the words continued to swirl around in my head, I analyzed my life and how I’ve either taken advantage of these everyday moments of courage or how I have pushed these moments under the rug to avoid them.

So what do these moments of courage look like? Well, they differ for everyone but they are the moments when our conscious pokes us and tells us we should do something and we either listen, or we ignore it and keep going about our business. They are the moments to go to the gym even though we are tired. They are the moments to deal with the dishes instead of watching another episode on Netflix. They are the moments when you reach out to someone whom you haven’t spoken to in years. They are the moments when you speak up at work to share your idea or ask for a raise. They are the moments when you stand up for yourself to someone who is a bully. They are the moments when you reach for that drink but put it down. They are the moments when you finally sit down and come up with a plan to pay off your debt.

All of these little decisions, each and every day, help shape and mold us either into the person we were destined to become or then keep us in the shell of the person we are destined to become.

It’s been a challenging couple of months in my house. My son has been a challenge (as teenagers can be) and have really been struggling with having a lack of joy in my days. I’ve noticed it’s been harder and harder getting up in the morning, because honestly – there just wasn’t really anything in my day I was excited about getting up for. I knew I would have to face a challenge around every corner of my day; working through my relationship and where that’s headed, facing a 10 hour workday, dealing with Shane (and the ex), keeping up with the house, etc.  My moments of courage really have been just getting up and going into my day one foot at a time; to keep pushing forward and remembering to be grateful that I get to wake up every morning.

Being an introvert, I tend to retreat a lot into my own head and get lost in thought; analyzing the purpose of my life, decisions I’m making, what’s next for me, etc. So as I’ve been listening to Mel Robbins on my way to work and contemplating this idea of everyday moments of courage, it has really helped me break the continual loop of thoughts I’ve been stuck in. You see, I was losing joy in my days because I felt like all of the elements in my life that have been weighing me down, were too big to change; outside of my control to do anything about. However, when you can break down your day, your decisions, and your future into these bite-sized pieces – knowing that you don’t change the world by one courageous act, rather you change the world through 1000’s of small, everyday acts of courage – is really a liberating feeling.

I’ve been really conscious about my days and really plugged into these ‘crossroad’ moments that we face on a daily basis. At first it was just being aware of them, recognizing them as they came up; what my reaction was to them, what was my default decisions were, how I felt after. Eventually, I could see the pattern – see where I’ve either leaned into the courage or where I’ve avoided altogether.  If I’m totally honest, most of my decisions/reactions lean towards avoiding. I don’t like conflict but even more than that, everything just seemed too big to deal with or change and what I avoid the most are the areas in my life (and in my relationships) that required me to stand up for myself.

It’s no wonder why my word this year was about being INTENTIONAL and wanting to dictate my journey; I wasn’t in control my destiny when I was allowing everyone in my life to decide how they were going to treat me. Every day, I was giving my power away for the sake of harmony, the sake of peace and the sake of ‘just getting along’ – but all that left me at the end of the day was giving 200% of me to everyone else and getting nothing back in return. The concept of knowing that I give more than I receive isn’t new to me – but the concept that I have the power to take back control of it by little decisions throughout my day (and not having to change everyone or have these gigantic moments of courage to do something about it) is honestly the most freeing feeling in the world. It’s not going to change overnight, but it can change a little each and every day, and that I can do.

When we can start freeing ourselves of the burdens holding us back, through small everyday moments of courage – we can start to have the courage to lean into the life that God created us to live. When we have the courage to tackle the dishes at the end of the day instead of escaping into Netflix (guilty), we can then have the courage to tackle the next thing in our life that we’ve been avoiding; writing that chapter of the book you’ve been thinking about, applying for the job you don’t think you’re qualified for, going on that run you’ve been avoiding, signing up for that class you’ve been wanting to do.

The funny thing about life is that 5, 10, 15 years go by in a blink of an eye and we find ourselves pondering our life and wondering how we got to this point in our life. Where we end up in 5 years from now won’t be dictated by one major decision, but rather 1000’s of little decisions throughout each day.  We all have the power to decide what 5 years from now looks like – it’s just a matter of leaning into those everyday moments of courage to decide something different, to take the leap of faith, to follow your instinct when fear is telling you to ignore it.

Where will your decisions take you? What are your everyday moments of courage that will transcend your life? What one small decision can you make right now – that will alter your path to the one God created for you?

I encourage everyone to get the audiobook The 5 Second Rule by Mel Robbins. It was one small moment of courage I took to purchase it, that has forever changed my life.

<3

Kristin

Living in the ‘Hood’

Boy, has it been a challenging couple of weeks in my house!!! We are in definitely in a new season of life and I have a feeling that this season is going to last for some time (sigh).

Growing up most of my life in So. California, preparing for extreme seasons is not something I’ve had to worry about, prepare for or even give a second thought to. Literally, the most prepared I am for ‘seasons’ is by owning a pair of rain boots, which I haven’t even worn (not even in this crazy rainy season we have had). So to say I am under prepared for this season of my life is a bit of an understatement. I’ve got some major planning, preparation and new skills to tackle.

I want to use this week’s post to shed some light into the last few weeks in my household; into an area that hasn’t been filtered through an app on my phone to make it look prettier– because I have a really good hunch that there are other people going through this same season, that will benefit from just knowing they aren’t alone.

I think being vulnerable and open about our hardships, challenges, and struggles is sooo critical in this day and age. We live in a world now where we have free access to compare our lives to millions of other lives on a daily basis. Keeping up with Jones’s has a new meaning these days – it’s really more like Keeping up with the Kardashian’s. We get to see small glimpses into people’s lives – but really, how much of their life are we really seeing? We get to see only what they want to show us. So here is some full access into the good, the bad and the ugly of my life.

“Motherhood: The toughest hood you’ll ever go through!”

Unlike some of my friends, who seem to have these ‘unicorn’ teenagers (as I like to call them), my son is a very strong-willed, path of least resistance child. Every day seems like a battle of wills in our house.

I recently had him take a strength finders test for kids to see what his strengths were and they came back as: Competition, Confidence and Presence (he likes to be the best, he knows he’s the best, and likes to tell everyone he’s the best- essentially). All qualities that I KNOW will serve him well in life if he uses them to the best of his abilities. I have always told him he would make a great lawyer. To put into perspective our personalities, my strengths are: Empathy, Learner, Relator, Discipline and Developer (I like to bring people together, talk about our feelings and love a good routine).  Which probably explains why we butt heads so much; we are completely opposite.

Up until our latest fight, I’ve thought our biggest struggle has been because of our personalities and thus, have focused my time in CHANGING him. I wasn’t shocked by his strengths results; I had just never looked at them as strengths (more of areas of challenge). If I could just get him to be more compassionate, more disciplined, more studious – then all would be great in our lives and we could live happily ever after. After our epic battle the other week I realized that the biggest problem right now isn’t him, it’s me!

I’m going to share a story that does not make me proud as a mother, but think it’s worthy to share.

Once upon a time, there was a mother and a son. JK.

It all started two weeks ago when Shane asked if he could go to the school dance (the dance was that night) and if I could go out of my way to drop off $20.00 so he could buy a ticket. We went back and forth on it because he currently has 4 C’s (which of course will “all be A’s in a couple of weeks”) and the last dance I gave him money for, he took the money and never bought a ticket (which I didn’t find out about until 2 days before the dance). We decided to make a deal (which is 99.9% of our conversations – everything with him is up for negotiation and he is relentless in his tactics. Maybe he would make a good hostage negotiator also?!). The deal was, I would let him go to the dance - BUT – he had to read the book ‘7 Habits of Highly Effective Teenagers’ by the end of the weekend. Without arguing, without me reminding him, without fighting about it.

Good. Great. Deal was made. We both are getting what we want.

Wish that was the end of the story. He went to the dance Friday night and Saturday morning, when I got home from the gym, he told me he had read the entire book (in one hour). PLEASE!! I never know if I should be insulted or laugh at how dumb teenagers think parents are?!

Fast forward a few hours – we were in a full blown war in our house. Threats of leaving & going to his dad’s, to which I responded “you are welcome to walk there but you aren’t leaving the house with anything I’ve paid for” (phone, clothes, shoes, etc.). He was upset; frustrated to the point of tears. I was upset; frustrated to the point of just not giving a flying hoot if he left and didn’t come back. 

The final blow came when he was on the phone with his dad and I overheard him tell him how he at least respected his step-mom because “she has at least accomplished something in life.” When I tell you that I lost my marbles at this comment, that still doesn't accurately describe how upset and mad I was. I took the phone from him, and hung it up, and then told my son “F#$& you, Shane."

Words that I will forever regret! I walked out of his room completely defeated, embarrassed and ashamed.  

It was after I left his room that I realized, I am not frustrated at his behaviors – I am FEARFUL of his behaviors. Afraid of the behaviors that remind me of someone that hurt me – afraid of him not having the qualities and character that someone else wasn’t able to give to me (and left behind a deep scar). I reacted to him because the words he said were exact words that have been used against me, as reasoning for poor actions and insult. Not that he was right in saying it (and he knew it would hurt me), but my reaction and my words were not of me, or of God. They weren’t even words meant for Shane, but rather to the person who first hurt me with those words.

How could I try to hold Shane accountable to having a kind, loving, gracious heart – when I did not display the same behaviors? And in plain honesty usually don’t when he pushes ALL of my buttons to the point where he eventually pushes the last and final button (that last one is usually the nuclear button). I realized fully in that moment that I am not trying to parent Shane to evolve into the best person God created HIM to be. I am trying to parent him into NOT being a person I am afraid he will become. I have always told myself, and others, that you ‘create what you fear’ – meaning that when you live in a state of fear, you are consciously and subconsciously making decisions and displaying behaviors that will create the very thing you are trying to avoid. Your actions are driven by what you believe and focus on the most. 

I know as parents we all have our moments of ‘enough’ – moments that we aren’t necessarily proud of. Those moments seem to grow more as our kids continue to grow and enter into being teenagers. It can definitely be a challenge. It’s hard to remember that this season is a necessary season for them, to evolve and break the chains between child & parent. I mean, our whole goal as a parent is to raise our kids so that they can become self-sufficient, INDEPENDENT, human beings (who are hopefully great and wonderful human beings). I don’t know about any other parent, but I’m not sure I would be willing to break the chains – if our kids didn’t go through this period of life? It’s almost like they are taking the burden of being pain’s in the asses because they know we wouldn’t be able to let them go if they weren’t.

Although, I have another challenge to overcome during this season – more than just the challenge of raising a teenager. New tools I need to learn. I have to learn to let go of my past, so that Shane can look forward to his future! I can’t parent him in fear, rather I need to accept that he is his own person, with his own strengths (and his own flaws). Instead, I need to spend my time learning how to accept some of those qualities, but more importantly how to nurture those qualities so that his strength of competition doesn’t turn into selfishness. His strength of confidence doesn’t turn into cockiness. His strength of presence doesn’t turn into self-centeredness. ALL of our strengths are our greatest weaknesses if we don’t use them in the right capacity. My strength of being empathetic often leads me to carrying the weight of other people’s problems, dragging me down, and draining my energy; leaving nothing of value to give back to myself or my family.

No one is perfect! I am not a perfect parent. Shane is not a perfect child. But I am learning that I am the perfect parent for Shane and Shane is the perfect child for me. God doesn’t do anything by mistake or accident. There is a reason we are in each other’s lives. Maybe the reason I was chosen to be his mom is to teach him empathy, compassion and grace? And maybe the reason he was chosen to be my son is to teach me to let go of fear?

I don’t expect this little revelation I’ve had to solve our issues. He’s a teenager for goodness sake and I have about 34 years of things to work through. But at least I can parent a little more mindfully? I can watch out for the red flags and triggers, so that we don’t end up in the same spot we were a couple weeks ago. We have about 3.5 years left together, before he goes off into this big giant world and sets off to discover who he was destined to become. I don’t want these years to be miserable, for him or I. And given that I can only control my behavior and my actions, it’s silly for me to think that I don’t have to evolve as a parent to this now teenage, strong-willed, path of least resistance child of mine.

Parenting is some ‘gansta’ shit! It is definitely the toughest hood I’ve gone through. But I wouldn’t take it back for anything. Shane might not know it ,but he is the GREATEST THING I HAVE ACCOMPLISHED IN LIFE!

To all my parents out there (of teenagers, strong-willed children) – my heart is extended to you. We aren’t in this alone! A piece of advice I encourage you to explore, as I explore as well is – instead of trying to fight who they are, see what lessons God is trying to teach you through your child(ren). You might just be surprised.

<3 Kristin

Takes A Village . . .

This week, I have finally realized why people used to marry their kids off at 13/14 years old. It totally makes sense! Raising a teenager is one of the most confusing, frustrating, and exhausting experiences of my life. Nobody ever warned me that boys go through the ups and downs of mood swings the way they warn you about with girls. One moment you are having a normal conversation – the next their head is spinning and they are engulfed with anger (seemingly occurs at the same time you tell them no! Weird!).

Over this past holiday weekend, I had visions of sugar plums dancing around in my head of all the fun stuff we could do together – all the time we would have to hang out. Being a single, working mom, I cherish any extended period of time that we get to have, as my time with him consists of only seeing/being with him 50% of his life (albeit, I am grateful that, that is the case – for his sake). Boy did I miss the mark on those visions!!! Our weekend pretty much consisted of arguing and being grounded.

I remember growing up, I seemed to be grounded ALL.OF.THE.TIME. And I’m not just talking as a teenager. Probably since the age of 8 or 9! My dad would ground me for seemingly the smallest things (at least I recall them being minor – unfortunately, I can’t ask him how he would recall it). It’s surprising to me to think of how much of my life was spent behind my bedroom walls – especially because I wasn’t a bad kid and knowing my personality now; how I avoid confrontation, conflict, and am a people pleaser all the time – I’m pretty sure I was the same as a child (or maybe all of my solitary confinement turned me this way?). But my dad wouldn’t just ground me; I would be grounded for WEEKS at a time.

Being my father’s child, once I became a mother, grounding was my go to form of punishment once he turned about 11 or 12. Little did I have any clue that when I started grounding him, it would mean that I was pretty much grounded too! There isn’t much that you can do when they are on house arrest, other than to be on house arrest as well. I have no idea how my dad managed to be able to hold out for weeks at a time? I can barely stay committed to a day or two. Sometimes it feels like it’s more punishment for me than it is for him.

So as my glorious plans got taken over by man-child temper tantrums all weekend (pretty much started by making him do some standard chores Saturday morning – heaven forbid), there were many times I felt defeated, lost, confused, frustrated, and alone in how to deal with him but more importantly how to get through to him. How to use this and everything we were going through as lessons for him to grow from, while also not losing my cool too? Being a single parent gets exhausting having to fight the battles alone. There is no one to tap out to, to pass the baton over to – you are just there sometimes taking the beatings over and over again. Especially as a single mom! Not having my parents around makes it seemingly more difficult sometimes, as I can’t just call up my mom or dad and ask for advice. I often feel alone in this journey of raising a child, and now a teenager (more like alien life-form most days).

As most of my life has gone, when I became a parent, much of how I got through it was just to survive each day. Figuring it out as I went (as I think 99.99% of parents also feel). As the years went by, and as he got older, I became increasingly aware that having support was something I was going to critically need and that if I just kept trying to survive, neither one of us were going to make it out alive. Luckily, I have built a small village around me & God has put people/situations in my life that act as a life raft. Thankfully, I was given a life raft before I went into the  weekend – that helped keep me afloat for the three day marathon I was unknowingly about to enter into.

Earlier in the week, I was at a parent meeting for Teen Volunteers in Action (a volunteer group we are involved in) and they had a neuropsychologist speaking to us about the teenage male brain. Aside from learning about all of the neurological and chemical changes occurring in our sons’ brains/body (poor things) – something else struck me. She kept asking a lot of question to the parents about how many of us struggle with our sons on [insert topic: video games, mood swings, phones, etc.]. Question after question, just about EVERY parent raised their hand! It dawned on me how many parents (single or not) are all struggling with the same issues and how everyone feels that they are going about it alone! I found it curious that we all felt this way, when we live in a world where information is at our fingertips 24/7 and when we are supposedly more connected than ever.

As I was dealing with my son all weekend, I kept thinking about the meeting and found some comfort in at least knowing that while I was struggling alone at home – I knew I wasn’t the only one struggling at that moment. I’ve been lucky for this small village around me and situations like the parent meeting to help guide me in dealing with these moments that feel like they will go on for eternity. One of God’s more recent life rafts he has given me has been my bible study group. I have been blessed with mentor moms that provide the knowledge & comfort that only moms can provide – which I unfortunately lost at 8 when my mom died and again at 32 when my ‘second’ mom (my ex-mother-in-law, who had been a mom to me since high school) passed away. While I wanted to rip my hair out all weekend, I realized how blessed I was to have resources – when so many people don’t.

So as our hellish weekend came to a close, I realized that I got exactly what I asked for – a weekend hanging out with my son! The joke was on me of how glorious I thought it would be, but I got what I wanted. As Monday night came, and the work and school week was about to start again – I made my son help me make dinner. I had him make biscuits (which we used to make almost nightly when he was a toddler) and something miraculous happened. Not only did he not complain (gasp), but he actually sat down at the dinner table, engaged in conversation, and WANTED to watch TV with me (double gasp).  So while the previous 3 days were a nightmare (and know that we will have many more days like that), for a few hours the aliens returned my child to me and the world was again in alignment.

So to all you parents out there – of small children, teenagers, and adult children – I extend my heart to you and want to let you know you aren’t alone! I pray that you each have a village that you can turn to for guidance and support. For those who feel like they don't have a village -know that you at least have a virtual village in me!

Love,

Kristin

Lies and Misconceptions About Having it All

Going into this week, I’ve over analyzed this post to the point it became debilitating (which is what I tend to do). What the heck can I write about that people would actually care about? However, after seeing Chasity’s fearless post and just putting it out there (one of the qualities I love & admire about her), I decided it was time to just leap and not think.

So here we go the first solo post!!

As the New Year usually does, we all go into January reflecting on the previous year; replaying the good, the bad, and the ugly and come up with all these ‘resolutions’ for how we are going to make ourselves and our lives better. All set with good intentions, most with poor execution or follow through! Its human nature – we tend live in repeat and stay in our comfort zone! I read that the statistic for those who actually succeed in achieving their resolution was only like 10%.

I definitely am in the 10%! I had all these grand plans for 2017 (2016 was a tough year for me; lots of anxiety,  and God really putting pressure on me to make some changes that I had be avoiding for years). I wanted to go into 2017 as a better mom, business professional, friend, human being, etc. All the typical stuff!

Here’s how that has worked for me so far. Tuesday morning I woke up late, rushed myself and my son out the door at 7:00a to get to school and work, and then around 3:50p that day I realized that I not only didn’t give my son money for lunch – he also didn’t bring ANY food with him (I don’t think he ate breakfast that day either). He was about to go into lacrosse practice and pretty much hadn’t eaten anything all day. Anyone who has a 15 year old boy, or was a 15 year old boy, knows that all they do is eat! They are literally hungry 24 hours a day and you physically can’t keep enough food in the house to satisfy them. Way to start the new year off as a better mom! I felt horrible - both because I didn’t feed my child, but here I was, 2 days into the New Year and already failing at my resolution. #Winning!

After reading Chasity's post on the Lies and Misconceptions of Alcoholism, it got me thinking about the other lies and misconceptions we fall into. For me, it’s the lies and misconception that we have created as a society (especially for women), that we can and should have it ALL!

I don’t know about anyone else, but this idea is exhausting, and for me just not true. Can I do it all (sure), do I do it all (yes) – does it come without sacrifice, NO! That's the part of the mantra that always seems to be left out and what leaves so many people (myself included) feeling defeated and just downright drained. I am exhausted 24 hours a day!

I have no greater pleasure in my life then in the moments that I get to be a mom. I was fortunate to be able to stay home with my son the first 5 years of his life and have spent the last 10 years juggling between being a single mom and a working mom. I would love to be able to wake up in the mornings cook him breakfast (one that doesn’t consist of a baggie full of cereal as we rush out the door), pack his lunch, have his laundry folded and put away before he gets home from school (I don’t do his laundry by the way – made him start doing his own laundry years ago), etc. However, that isn’t my reality. My reality consists of TRYING to achieve all my mom duties, while also trying to live up to the other 100 things I should be doing or achieving as a woman.

I personally don’t believe that we are meant to have it all and do it all – and trying to achieve it doesn’t come without a daily sacrifice in some area of my life. When I am really engaged in being a mom and taking care of my home responsibilities– I am usually sacrificing my professional development, working out, eating healthy, being creative, and/or spending time with family/friends (and vise a versa). Maybe some of you out there are better at juggling it all, or maybe my expectations of what/where I should be at this stage of my life are too high? Who knows?

We live in a society now that stresses this idea of striving for perfection in EVERY area of life. I see it soo much in our kids’ lives with the expectations placed on them in sports and school. Kids are literally being verbally committed to colleges in middle school for sports! Soon they are going to start drafting them right out of the womb. It’s hard enough trying to live up to our own expectations, nonetheless societies expectations. I’m not saying it isn’t possible, I’m just saying we need to start shedding light on the truth that something’s got to give to make it all possible. Sometimes it’s the laundry, sometimes it’s feeding our children :(, sometimes it’s our sanity, sobriety, relationships, faith, happiness, joy, fulfillment [insert your own area of sacrifice], etc.

SO, my resolution for 2017 is to let go of the lies and misconceptions that I should have and do it all. To show myself grace and to remind myself that I should just strive to be thankful for whatever I was able to accomplish in the 24 hours that I was given. I’m only one person and have a limited amount of resources (energy being the main one :))! We are ALL only one person! Together, we CAN have and do it all but it takes a community, it takes help, and it takes leaning on others.

All my love (and grace) to each of you trying to get through today better than you got through yesterday. Some days we will succeed and some days we will fail! If we just keep putting one foot in front of the other we are guaranteed to continue to move forward. Some days we may only move forward one step, some days we might fall back 6 steps, and other days we may run a marathon. The goal is just to keep moving forward.

Love you all!

<3 Kristin