Behind every successful working mom are a few secret weapons. Her go-to sources, tips and tricks that keep the home/work/family operation moving, while keeping major operational disasters to a minimum. My own personal system definitely has some kinks. And some days I travel or don't feel like doing much more than vegging on the couch after the kids go to bed, so things temporarily get a little off keel. But there's nothing I love more than a system for doing things, so I thought I'd share a few of my favorites with y'all.
My#1 secret weapon is FlyLady. She inspires me to have a good attitude, keep things simple and not get overwhelmed by trying to do all and be all. She sells the most excellent calendar I have ever owned. Also, a subscription is completely FREE.
Another of my favorite secrets is the Six O'Clock Scramble. I get great recipes that are fast and easy to make. You can search by ingredients, create your own recipe box and also print out a grocery list based on the recipes you choose. The woman behind it all, Aviva Goldfarb, will actually answer email personally (which I know from my own experience), and she has a nice little blog attached to the site now, too. This one isn't free but it's pretty darn inexpensive and a great value for the money.
The newest addition to my personal weapons cache is the House Fairy. The House Fairy helps kids keep their rooms neat. Really. You can watch a couple of videos on the site before you subscribe (at an incredibly low price). The first time I showed the videos to the girls they could not get up to their rooms fast enough to do what the House Fairy said. (She is Santa's sister, by the way.)
When I need to get a grip on life, to step back and have some perspective, or just be completely enthralled by the human experience I check out PostSecret. This is a Web site started by a guy who asked people to send in their secrets – anonymously – on a postcard. It's turned into a series of books, a MySpace community, and one of the most moving things online, in my opinion. The secrets that are sent in are moving, funny, sometimes disturbing and always compelling. It makes you realize that we are more alike than we think and that it's okay to think and feel the things we do. I wonder what his mailman thinks?
If you have any great secret weapons to share please do. As the song goes, "I get by with a little help from my friends."
I promise none of these people have paid me to promote their businesses in any way. These are just a few sites I've discovered over the years that I come back to time and again.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Gratitude and grossitude.
The first 24 hours of my experiment have been remarkable. First off, I got two completely unexpected and wonderful letters from good friends telling me that they were glad I'm in their life. Thanks to both of you - you never know if you've made an impact in someone's life and it's overwhelmingly nice to hear that you have.
Secondly, saying thank you has made me feel good. I know... that's not exactly a revelation, especially if you like Oprah and self-help books. But it has. And I've realized that one of the most important people to say thank you to is my husband. Like any relationship, it's easy to notice the little things that annoy you and not always so easy to focus on the little things that make your life easier. Taking the time to actually mention the good little things makes the others kind of disappear.
And now for a little grossitude.
Last night I let my dog in to eat his dinner and noticed that he had some...ahem.... poop hanging from his butt. Luckily I had some rubber gloves nearby from a wood staining project. Turns out, I think he ate a dryer sheet. You can probably put together the rest. Seriously, I almost puked.
Secondly, saying thank you has made me feel good. I know... that's not exactly a revelation, especially if you like Oprah and self-help books. But it has. And I've realized that one of the most important people to say thank you to is my husband. Like any relationship, it's easy to notice the little things that annoy you and not always so easy to focus on the little things that make your life easier. Taking the time to actually mention the good little things makes the others kind of disappear.
And now for a little grossitude.
Last night I let my dog in to eat his dinner and noticed that he had some...ahem.... poop hanging from his butt. Luckily I had some rubber gloves nearby from a wood staining project. Turns out, I think he ate a dryer sheet. You can probably put together the rest. Seriously, I almost puked.
Friday, October 3, 2008
The Gratitude Experiment
Earlier this week a coworker of my sister's suffered the worst possible loss I can imagine. He and his wife lost their 6 month old son to shaken baby syndrome at the hands of the babysitter.
As a parent you can't even allow your brain to begin to comprehend the loss of a child. You can't imagine anything worse. Yet, for this couple, it did get worse. They'd been on my mind a lot as events had unfolded prior to the baby's death, and time and time again I've thought how lucky I am to have happy, healthy children. To just have them here. With me. When my sister called to tell me that the baby had died and how, I cried. Then I went straight to my computer and sent an email to my daughters' baby sitter to thank her for the loving care she gave them for nearly 6 years.
Miss Penny moved to Oregon earlier this year. Her move was the right thing for her, but it was the loss of a family member for us. Finding childcare is hard enough. Finding childcare from a person who genuinely falls in love with your children, makes tater tot casserole for their birthday party, takes it upon herself to keep your baby's eczema from itching her like crazy, gives you endless advice that makes you feel like you actually know what you're doing, and still finds the time to sell Body Shop is nothing short of a miracle.
So I wrote Miss Penny a thank-you note, something I probably should have done long ago. A couple of hours later she called me and we mourned together the loss of that couple's baby. We got caught up on our childrens' lives, our jobs. We reconnected and, at least for me, it gave me something to smile about.
All of this got me to thinking about gratitude. What it really is and what it can do for us. Oprah is a big proponent of keeping a gratitude journal, a little notebook where we write down the things we are grateful and appreciative of. I've tried this and, frankly, felt a little silly. But I like the idea. I believe positive thinking is a powerful force and right now we could all use a little bit more of it. So I've decided to conduct what I'm calling The Gratitude Experiment.
Here's how it works:
1. Each day I am going to say thank you - sincerely! - to three people.
This could be the woman at Froehlich's who knows just how much butter I like on my bagel and takes time to put it on right after it comes out of the toaster, so it melts perfectly and I don't have to do it myself. It could be my husband, who stopped to get milk on the way home so that I didn't have to drag two kids into the grocery store and back out. The point is to thank someone for something that may be a small act of kindness (or a really large one), but makes a big difference for you. To look them in the eye and say, "Thank you so much. I really appreciate that."
2. Twice a month I am going to write to someone who has done something thank-worthy. They didn't necessarily have to do it for me, but that list is pretty long so I think I'll start there. Miss Penny was a big one. But there are many other people who have helped me in ways big and small. I know from experience that getting a thank- you note makes you feel good. But writing it also makes you feel good.
Here's what I want to find out:
1. What happens to your own psyche when you take time to say thank you?
2. What happens to your relationships?
3. How do people respond when they are thanked and why?
4. How can this attitude of gratitude be spread around my family, my town, the world?
And I want you to help me find these things out. I want you to join me in The Gratitude Experiment. It doesn't take a lot of time or money. Just a little effort that I suspect will reap very big rewards both intangibly and tangibly. You can send an e-mail, write a letter, make a phone call - whatever works for you.
I also want you to share what happens. Tell me (and everyone else) what people said back to you and how it made you feel to say thank you. Join me in a mission to populate the world with positive thinking. Resist feeling dorky and just do it. You'll be glad you did.
And thank you so much for reading. It makes me feel good to know that you're out there.
As a parent you can't even allow your brain to begin to comprehend the loss of a child. You can't imagine anything worse. Yet, for this couple, it did get worse. They'd been on my mind a lot as events had unfolded prior to the baby's death, and time and time again I've thought how lucky I am to have happy, healthy children. To just have them here. With me. When my sister called to tell me that the baby had died and how, I cried. Then I went straight to my computer and sent an email to my daughters' baby sitter to thank her for the loving care she gave them for nearly 6 years.
Miss Penny moved to Oregon earlier this year. Her move was the right thing for her, but it was the loss of a family member for us. Finding childcare is hard enough. Finding childcare from a person who genuinely falls in love with your children, makes tater tot casserole for their birthday party, takes it upon herself to keep your baby's eczema from itching her like crazy, gives you endless advice that makes you feel like you actually know what you're doing, and still finds the time to sell Body Shop is nothing short of a miracle.
So I wrote Miss Penny a thank-you note, something I probably should have done long ago. A couple of hours later she called me and we mourned together the loss of that couple's baby. We got caught up on our childrens' lives, our jobs. We reconnected and, at least for me, it gave me something to smile about.
All of this got me to thinking about gratitude. What it really is and what it can do for us. Oprah is a big proponent of keeping a gratitude journal, a little notebook where we write down the things we are grateful and appreciative of. I've tried this and, frankly, felt a little silly. But I like the idea. I believe positive thinking is a powerful force and right now we could all use a little bit more of it. So I've decided to conduct what I'm calling The Gratitude Experiment.
Here's how it works:
1. Each day I am going to say thank you - sincerely! - to three people.
This could be the woman at Froehlich's who knows just how much butter I like on my bagel and takes time to put it on right after it comes out of the toaster, so it melts perfectly and I don't have to do it myself. It could be my husband, who stopped to get milk on the way home so that I didn't have to drag two kids into the grocery store and back out. The point is to thank someone for something that may be a small act of kindness (or a really large one), but makes a big difference for you. To look them in the eye and say, "Thank you so much. I really appreciate that."
2. Twice a month I am going to write to someone who has done something thank-worthy. They didn't necessarily have to do it for me, but that list is pretty long so I think I'll start there. Miss Penny was a big one. But there are many other people who have helped me in ways big and small. I know from experience that getting a thank- you note makes you feel good. But writing it also makes you feel good.
Here's what I want to find out:
1. What happens to your own psyche when you take time to say thank you?
2. What happens to your relationships?
3. How do people respond when they are thanked and why?
4. How can this attitude of gratitude be spread around my family, my town, the world?
And I want you to help me find these things out. I want you to join me in The Gratitude Experiment. It doesn't take a lot of time or money. Just a little effort that I suspect will reap very big rewards both intangibly and tangibly. You can send an e-mail, write a letter, make a phone call - whatever works for you.
I also want you to share what happens. Tell me (and everyone else) what people said back to you and how it made you feel to say thank you. Join me in a mission to populate the world with positive thinking. Resist feeling dorky and just do it. You'll be glad you did.
And thank you so much for reading. It makes me feel good to know that you're out there.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I love a fresh start!
Okay, I have been lax beyond belief in keeping up with my posts. I doubt all three of you are suffering without updates on my life, but now that a fresh school year is upon us I feel like it's time for a fresh start to blogging. It's a somewhat cathartic exercise to write. But given my innate slacker nature, hectic work schedule over the summer and my general tendency to procrastinate (is that the same or different than being a slacker?), I haven't gotten around to doing it. The funny thing is that there have been countless times I've thought to myself: "self, this would be great for the blog!" It's just getting around to writing it down that's been holding things up.
But a new school year is a new start. I always loved that first page of a new notebook. I'd imagine all the things I'd write in it and run my hand across the perfectly smooth page with anticipation. Part of the fun was never knowing exactly what you would write. And that's part of the fun here. I intended my blog to be about life as a working mom. But the truth is that my brain jumps around way too much to focus on just that topic, so you lucky few readers will be getting treated to more randomness than I originally intended. I hope you are also more entertained. Because that's what good writing does. It entertains and it allows us to see ourselves in someone else, and then we feel connected. Getting connected is good for the soul.
I'm aiming for once a week. Wish me luck!
But a new school year is a new start. I always loved that first page of a new notebook. I'd imagine all the things I'd write in it and run my hand across the perfectly smooth page with anticipation. Part of the fun was never knowing exactly what you would write. And that's part of the fun here. I intended my blog to be about life as a working mom. But the truth is that my brain jumps around way too much to focus on just that topic, so you lucky few readers will be getting treated to more randomness than I originally intended. I hope you are also more entertained. Because that's what good writing does. It entertains and it allows us to see ourselves in someone else, and then we feel connected. Getting connected is good for the soul.
I'm aiming for once a week. Wish me luck!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
And now, for some deep thoughts.....
I've been really busy lately. And traveling a lot, which is both exhilarating and awful all at once. Countless times I've thought to myself that I needed to write about something or other in my blog so that the 3 of you who are reading it can stay up-to-date on my innermost thoughts. Obviously, though, you've survived without a regular update from me.
I can't remember everything I wanted to write about, but here, in no particular order, are a few things that have been on my mind as of late.
1. If someone asks you if you'd like to have your upper lip waxed at the same time as your eyebrows you should seriously consider saying yes.
This happened to me recently. Just there for an innocent eyebrow wax (that was about two years overdue), and Rhonda says, "Do you want me to do your lip, too?" I thought I had heard incorrectly and I must have made a face because she leaned over conspiratorialy and said, "all the girls here do it." As if that makes me feel better about A) possibly having a shadow on my upper lip or B) having coated in hot wax and ripped off.
I said yes because I have, in fact, noticed the faintest blush of a mustache, but only when I'm looking in one of those magnifying mirrors. I don't think anyone looks at me that closely, but I figured I might as well be safe.
It didn't hurt as bad as I thought. I'm also not sure I needed it, but I do notice that my make-up goes on a little more smoothly there. So maybe I should just be glad that someone brought it up, no?
2) Don't have aforementioned waxing done the same day you're going out to dinner with friends.
You can get away with the eyebrow part because it could just be pink eyeshadow. But the pink lip? The one that's still a wee bit sticky from wax? Not a good look.
3) Would it really be that weird to have Alice from the Brady Bunch living with you?
I am lucky enough to have a cleaning lady. She comes twice a month and that is my favorite day - when I get home and the floors are absolutely crumb-free and there are vacuum marks in the carpet in my room. I wish I could levitate from the bedroom door to my bathroom so as not to disturb the lovely seascape of carpet.
I would be even luckier if she came and did this every day and then left a delicious home-cooked dinner on the table for us.
Then cleaned it up and did the laundry.
Then magically disappeared into a closet where she stayed preserved, yet frozen and silent, until we left the next morning and she started all over again.
4) Finally, a makeover show where you could actually afford the clothes!
During one of the 978 snow days we've had this winter I watched an Oprah show where they were doing "affordable makeovers." It was something about not being a "schlumpadinka", Oprah's word for people who dress badly and don't make much effort to look put-together.
The great part was that they were taking the women shopping at Kohl's, The Gap, Sears and JC Penney. Seriously, I love a makeover show and this was the first time I've ever seen one that anyone could actually relate to. I mean, who can buy $350 pants?
The best tip from that show? The Brooks Brothers No-Iron fitted white shirt. A fantastic shirt. I tried to buy one, but the Brooks Brothers at the Philadelphia airport was out of my size. And here's another tip: get the one with the red ribbon on it. It has a better collar that will hold its shape well after washing.
The show also had a list of 10 things to have in your wardrobe so that you can always put together a stylish, classic look. It's a great list. Get it at www.oprah.com
5) The best beauty tip I've ever tried is kind of weird.
I've read many times that using white eyeliner on the inside of your lower lid will make your eyes look brighter/make you look more awake/attract the man of your dreams who just happens to be George Clooney....
I finally tried it.
It works.
Proving, at least to me, that all those beauty tips in InStyle must have been tried by someone and really do work.
6) When you have to travel a lot, don't forget to have sex with your husband.
Not that you would. Forget, I mean. But you might want to really make a point of doing so. That's all I'm saying.
7) Robins = spring
I saw three supremely fat ones on a tree outside the girls' window yesterday. And I can hear birds singing in the morning, even though there are about 18 inches of snow in the yard. It has to be a good sign.
I can't remember everything I wanted to write about, but here, in no particular order, are a few things that have been on my mind as of late.
1. If someone asks you if you'd like to have your upper lip waxed at the same time as your eyebrows you should seriously consider saying yes.
This happened to me recently. Just there for an innocent eyebrow wax (that was about two years overdue), and Rhonda says, "Do you want me to do your lip, too?" I thought I had heard incorrectly and I must have made a face because she leaned over conspiratorialy and said, "all the girls here do it." As if that makes me feel better about A) possibly having a shadow on my upper lip or B) having coated in hot wax and ripped off.
I said yes because I have, in fact, noticed the faintest blush of a mustache, but only when I'm looking in one of those magnifying mirrors. I don't think anyone looks at me that closely, but I figured I might as well be safe.
It didn't hurt as bad as I thought. I'm also not sure I needed it, but I do notice that my make-up goes on a little more smoothly there. So maybe I should just be glad that someone brought it up, no?
2) Don't have aforementioned waxing done the same day you're going out to dinner with friends.
You can get away with the eyebrow part because it could just be pink eyeshadow. But the pink lip? The one that's still a wee bit sticky from wax? Not a good look.
3) Would it really be that weird to have Alice from the Brady Bunch living with you?
I am lucky enough to have a cleaning lady. She comes twice a month and that is my favorite day - when I get home and the floors are absolutely crumb-free and there are vacuum marks in the carpet in my room. I wish I could levitate from the bedroom door to my bathroom so as not to disturb the lovely seascape of carpet.
I would be even luckier if she came and did this every day and then left a delicious home-cooked dinner on the table for us.
Then cleaned it up and did the laundry.
Then magically disappeared into a closet where she stayed preserved, yet frozen and silent, until we left the next morning and she started all over again.
4) Finally, a makeover show where you could actually afford the clothes!
During one of the 978 snow days we've had this winter I watched an Oprah show where they were doing "affordable makeovers." It was something about not being a "schlumpadinka", Oprah's word for people who dress badly and don't make much effort to look put-together.
The great part was that they were taking the women shopping at Kohl's, The Gap, Sears and JC Penney. Seriously, I love a makeover show and this was the first time I've ever seen one that anyone could actually relate to. I mean, who can buy $350 pants?
The best tip from that show? The Brooks Brothers No-Iron fitted white shirt. A fantastic shirt. I tried to buy one, but the Brooks Brothers at the Philadelphia airport was out of my size. And here's another tip: get the one with the red ribbon on it. It has a better collar that will hold its shape well after washing.
The show also had a list of 10 things to have in your wardrobe so that you can always put together a stylish, classic look. It's a great list. Get it at www.oprah.com
5) The best beauty tip I've ever tried is kind of weird.
I've read many times that using white eyeliner on the inside of your lower lid will make your eyes look brighter/make you look more awake/attract the man of your dreams who just happens to be George Clooney....
I finally tried it.
It works.
Proving, at least to me, that all those beauty tips in InStyle must have been tried by someone and really do work.
6) When you have to travel a lot, don't forget to have sex with your husband.
Not that you would. Forget, I mean. But you might want to really make a point of doing so. That's all I'm saying.
7) Robins = spring
I saw three supremely fat ones on a tree outside the girls' window yesterday. And I can hear birds singing in the morning, even though there are about 18 inches of snow in the yard. It has to be a good sign.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Houston, we have achieved meltdown.
I should have known what was coming when we were on the way home from the dollar store.
Grace's school Christmas program was last night, and we stopped at the dollar store on the way home from school to get a "beautiful jewel" to pin on her dress. We were doing this because the dress that Grandma bought her - which has a "beautiful" rhinestone jewel on the front - is too big to wear this Christmas. So we settled on adding a pin to this year's dress.
Note the Christmas tree pin. Snazzy, no?
As we drove home we discussed the program and who would be coming. And that's when the tears started. She was heartbroken that my mom (AKA Grandma Muti) couldn't come. It's not like this was a surprise. She's known for weeks that Muti wasn't going to be there, but somehow it became a life crisis. I really didn't know what to say because, frankly, I was kind of relieved she couldn't come. My dad and step-mom were coming and those two groups don't really mix. But promises of videotaping the show didn't help. Calling Grandma Muti didn't help - in fact, Grace wouldn't even get on the phone.
I decided a long bath would help and threw her in the tub as soon as we got home.
The bath worked. The show was cuteness to the 15th power.
That's Grace in the front row, red dress on the right.
We traipsed out to the car with our somewhat large entourage of grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles and Grace insisted I sit in the middle in the back. I did. She insisted on clinging to my arm, which was stretched across her body, and whining, "I waaaannnt you," all the way home.
I had to work very hard not to lose my temper. For one thing, I hate whining. It is my absolute number one pet parenting peeve. For another, she was clinging to my arm like a guy who just picked up the very last Wii at BestBuy, yet was still going on about "wanting me." Also, Grace likes to repeat herself. So I got to hear her tragic plea at least 8 times.
But on the other hand, I felt for her. It was bedtime. The energy that had been spiraling upward in a slow-growing frenzy of holiday excitement had reached its apex on the stage, and all she really wanted was a snack and sleep. Truthfully, I felt the exact same way.
It's like this every year. The energy builds, the excitement grows, the lack of sleep and change in routine weaken one's defenses and general good will, and then.... the crash.
But somehow I think this process is a strangely essential part of the whole Christmas experience. The mild sense of being disoriented and over-tired makes it really easy to believe in magic. And that's what Christmas should be. Magic.
Have a wonderful holiday, be safe on New Year's and nap whenever you get the chance in the next few days.
Grace's school Christmas program was last night, and we stopped at the dollar store on the way home from school to get a "beautiful jewel" to pin on her dress. We were doing this because the dress that Grandma bought her - which has a "beautiful" rhinestone jewel on the front - is too big to wear this Christmas. So we settled on adding a pin to this year's dress.
Note the Christmas tree pin. Snazzy, no?
As we drove home we discussed the program and who would be coming. And that's when the tears started. She was heartbroken that my mom (AKA Grandma Muti) couldn't come. It's not like this was a surprise. She's known for weeks that Muti wasn't going to be there, but somehow it became a life crisis. I really didn't know what to say because, frankly, I was kind of relieved she couldn't come. My dad and step-mom were coming and those two groups don't really mix. But promises of videotaping the show didn't help. Calling Grandma Muti didn't help - in fact, Grace wouldn't even get on the phone.
I decided a long bath would help and threw her in the tub as soon as we got home.
The bath worked. The show was cuteness to the 15th power.
That's Grace in the front row, red dress on the right.
We traipsed out to the car with our somewhat large entourage of grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles and Grace insisted I sit in the middle in the back. I did. She insisted on clinging to my arm, which was stretched across her body, and whining, "I waaaannnt you," all the way home.
I had to work very hard not to lose my temper. For one thing, I hate whining. It is my absolute number one pet parenting peeve. For another, she was clinging to my arm like a guy who just picked up the very last Wii at BestBuy, yet was still going on about "wanting me." Also, Grace likes to repeat herself. So I got to hear her tragic plea at least 8 times.
But on the other hand, I felt for her. It was bedtime. The energy that had been spiraling upward in a slow-growing frenzy of holiday excitement had reached its apex on the stage, and all she really wanted was a snack and sleep. Truthfully, I felt the exact same way.
It's like this every year. The energy builds, the excitement grows, the lack of sleep and change in routine weaken one's defenses and general good will, and then.... the crash.
But somehow I think this process is a strangely essential part of the whole Christmas experience. The mild sense of being disoriented and over-tired makes it really easy to believe in magic. And that's what Christmas should be. Magic.
Have a wonderful holiday, be safe on New Year's and nap whenever you get the chance in the next few days.
Monday, December 17, 2007
When it's 3:45 am and your baby is calling "mommy, mommy, mommy" in a loud, yet disoriented, voice, and you have to force yourself out from under your deliciously warm blankets for the third night in a row remember:
It's good to be loved.
At 6:18 pm, when everyone is hungry - including you - and your children are literally hanging on your legs and your dogs are wagging their tails eagerly awaiting their own dinner (and even the cat is meowing at you in a very demanding manner) remember:
It's good to be loved.
When you are attempting to go to the bathroom all by yourself, but your littlest one insists on actually sitting on your lap while you poop remember:
It's good to be loved.
When all you want is to stretch out on your belly and hang your arm off the side of the bed, but your husband wants to snuggle up like spoons, even though he will fall asleep before you and give you a heat stroke remember:
It's good to be loved.
When you're just trying to watch a movie and your child headbutts you in the mouth, splitting open both your upper and lower lips, but all they're really trying to do is settle in more comfortably on your lap remember:
It's good to be loved.
When you're trying to go out to dinner and you're leaving your children with a babysitter they adore, yet they still get weepy and beg you not to leave, and pull on your arm and insist on giving you a hug with hands enrobed in ranch dressing remember:
It's good to be loved.
When you are exhausted from a long day doing two jobs that you love and you walk into your childrens' bedrooms for one last kiss of their soft, sweet cheeks and one final covering with the blanket, and you know that you are blessed beyond measure by your strong, healthy, funny, happy children remember:
It's good to be loved.
It's good to be loved.
At 6:18 pm, when everyone is hungry - including you - and your children are literally hanging on your legs and your dogs are wagging their tails eagerly awaiting their own dinner (and even the cat is meowing at you in a very demanding manner) remember:
It's good to be loved.
When you are attempting to go to the bathroom all by yourself, but your littlest one insists on actually sitting on your lap while you poop remember:
It's good to be loved.
When all you want is to stretch out on your belly and hang your arm off the side of the bed, but your husband wants to snuggle up like spoons, even though he will fall asleep before you and give you a heat stroke remember:
It's good to be loved.
When you're just trying to watch a movie and your child headbutts you in the mouth, splitting open both your upper and lower lips, but all they're really trying to do is settle in more comfortably on your lap remember:
It's good to be loved.
When you're trying to go out to dinner and you're leaving your children with a babysitter they adore, yet they still get weepy and beg you not to leave, and pull on your arm and insist on giving you a hug with hands enrobed in ranch dressing remember:
It's good to be loved.
When you are exhausted from a long day doing two jobs that you love and you walk into your childrens' bedrooms for one last kiss of their soft, sweet cheeks and one final covering with the blanket, and you know that you are blessed beyond measure by your strong, healthy, funny, happy children remember:
It's good to be loved.
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