The Power of Support

It’s atypical to post twice in one day I think, but I don’t really have any rules about when and how often to blog, so…

I was just struck by how a difficult day can end really, really well when you have a good support system. I told my husband multiple times today that for some reason today was hard. I couldn’t pin point what was making it hard. Some days I just don’t feel like the day flows as smoothly as others. But I was so grateful that he came home with a huge bouquet of flowers and took one look at my overwhelmed face and told me to go take a break and that he would take care of dinner. It doesn’t get any better than that. It gave me the space to clear my head, splash my face with water and try to start over. I was able to spend the last few hours of the day with the kids feeling a little revived and made up for the less than perfect job I did between the hours of 3:30-5:30pm. Those can be really hard hours in the winter. When it’s warm out, we go to the amazing park across the street and the boys have the ability to run and jump and scream and get it all out. In the winter, they just want to do that in my small house. Not the best combo. Sometimes I can totally be down for that if I’m in the right frame of mind. But I wasn’t there until I got the chance to reset the day. IMG_5873So after I found some grounding, Big Brother and I had a dance party to the song I’m obsessed with. He was so wowed by the dancer in that video that after watching this with me he was trying to do spins and jumps in the living room. When I was a child, I loved to pretend I could dance. In my mind I was this amazing ballerina slash ice skater and I would slide around on my socks spinning and jumping.  I saw that in Big Brother tonight and it was awesome. Little One cracked me up by standing by and watching and he would actually say “Oh wow, Mama!” while I was dancing. Dance parties. Always a good button to press when your day needs resetting.

IMG_5782When it was time to wind down for bed we read books and did some journal writing. Big Brother writes some of the words and draws all of the pictures. I love hearing about what he thinks is important enough to write about. I’ve kept a journal about his life since before he was born and now I’m in the process of handing that over to him. It always surprises me how little he remembers about his day. Why don’t kids remember anything about their day? Actually, he remembers A LOT, like the fact that when I said no to the cookie this morning for breakfast and told him he could have a cookie after he finishes dinner instead. But when I ask him, what did you do today….it’s always, “I don’t know”. Until I poke and question and then the stories come out. What he holds on to and deems worth of writing in his journal is interesting. These days I try to write just what he says rather than put it in my own words. And we love reading past entries and talking about them.

IMG_5867And then I said yes to letting him sleep in his circus tent. He thought it was the coolest thing ever. And it kinda is.

IMG_5871So I’m thankful that my husband stepped in and made all of this possible for me today. He helped give me the space so that I could reconnect to me and find the good that I love sharing with my kids instead of the grumpy & tired.  Things have been challenging between the two of us lately, because you know, marriage is hard.  So it was a nice reset where we stood, too.

“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” -Marcel Proust

3 thoughts on “The Power of Support

  1. So funny, when I was a little girl I wanted to be a June Taylor dancer ( before your time) I used to dance around the room too. Anyway these snow days are tough. One or two is good and then everyone gets stir crazy!

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