In 2012, we lost my mom just after her 63rd birthday to heart failure brought on by her Lupus. She was diagnosed with Lupus at the Mayo Clinic in 1994 while in intensive care on a ventilator–they didn’t give her long to live. But she decided otherwise! She was not one to back down from a challenge and was known for creating her own reality. I grew up in a very small town in Northwest Iowa called Alta, which at the time had about 1,700 people. Growing up everyone’s moms were either teachers, nurses or moms. And while my mom
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Lean in my friends, I have a secret. Even though I like to think I have my poop in a group, there are times when I get stuck. It doesn’t happen quickly. Sometimes so slowly that I don’t even know I’ve come to a halt. I call this my flat tire. Can you ride a bicycle on a flat tire? Not for long you can’t. And that’s how we are in life. We need to be in balance…to be whole…to be effective. So my sure fire way to get from flat to rocking and rolling is the spoke and wheel
When I was 10 I decided that I was going to be an interior designer when I grew up. I have no idea how I came to that conclusion and/or how I even knew what an interior designer was growing up in my itty town in the middle of nowhere Iowa WAY before HGTV was a thing. So as part of these plans, I set my sights on New York City…as a 10 year old from a town of 1,700. I declared to all of my friends that I was going to live in Brooklyn and adopt a daughter and name
I thoroughly enjoy silence. It’s probably why I love Mondays so much, because everyone goes back to “their corners” and I have my quiet back again. With two rambunctious boys and a husband that works more and more from our very compact home, I don’t have a lot of “quiet time” in my life, which is why I value what I do have that much more and work hard to carve out silent time whenever I can. I never listen to the radio…I take reallllllllly long showers…and I try to keep my schedule clear on days when I’m going to
I doubt that I’m alone when I say that sometimes I can get jealous. Like when I see one of my friends on a fabulous work trip—you know the ones where they don’t have to cook, clean, deal with bedtime, and can wake up “naturally”. Or the days when I see the mom’s chatting on the playground as their children run about and I think, “Oh I wish I was a stay at home mom, and each day I could decide what playdate to have.” I think we have all had times when the grass seems greener on the other side.
I host a cookie swap every December that everyone swears is their favorite, but I am cognizant of the fact that they could be just being nice! I’d like to say that it is my charming hostess skills and/or my goodies, but I really think that the women in my life enjoy the opportunity to connect. In our crazy busy world it’s easy to get swept up into the minutia and put aside our own connections for those of our family and/or children. When was the last time you scheduled a playdate for yourself? With the cookie swap as a