I wish that white stuff was snow.
So what are you supposed to do when you accidentally throw a disposable diaper in with your laundry load? Asking for a friend.
As a mom, it’s easy to feel like you are always messing up. I know I feel like I’m doing it wrong every single day. But then there are moments when I catch a glimpse of something beautiful in my child and second guess that self-doubt.
This happened last week when Brooks was playing with his Little People. I’d noticed the arrangement before, but I really paid attention to the conversation this time. He sat his Little People and animals around a table for a meal.
And then they prayed.
And then I almost cried.
He’s not learning Mandarin and he can’t count to 50 yet, but when my son pretends, he creates community and thanksgiving to God. What more could I ask for?
Thank you God for redeeming my efforts.
….like stay in the house where Howard Butt, Jr. was born (my little blogging side-gig allows for this). And you learn things about people that make you like them more. For example, I learned that this house was actually a wedding gift from Howard’s wife’s parents, the Holdsworths. Mary Holdsworth Butt’s fingerprint is all over this house. Even though it has been updated and added on to, her little touches (ones that also echo throughout the H.E.B. Foundation Camp) are delightful and plenty.
Quite the cute couple, huh! There are pictures hanging all over the house and explanation cards next to everything telling you who and what you are looking at. It’s a history nerd’s dream! I loved it!
One of my favorite Mary touches has to be what I call her classy post-it notes. She has sayings and verses beautifully written on random tiles in bathrooms and on counters.
And my most favorite of her loves, the window seat, graces three rooms in the house. They are inviting and cozy kid-magnets. I loved watching Brooks run through this house and play in the sunroom.
We are not Butts, but somehow staying in this home made us feel like extended family…and that felt so good. And as much as I already loved the HEB store, I love the Butt family equally, specifically their vision and their taste. What a blessing to be a part of what they have shared. And what a blast to share that with my family.
I guess it’s good to try things. Maybe that’s how you figure out what you are good (or terrible) at and what you love. Like most people at some point in their lives, I tried direct selling a product. It doesn’t matter what it was, the bottom line was that my heart just wasn’t into it. At first, I took off like a shooting star, making leader boards and I even won a free iPad. But, more and more, the reality of the business just wasn’t a fit for me.
Upon a friends’ invitation about five years ago, I joined a women’s social league. I didn’t even make it through the provisional stage before I quit. I had to be something I wasn’t and the whole thing just wasn’t for me.
What I noticed about both of these trails is that they made me more self-conscious and brand aware, like I needed to sell or prove myself to somehow fit in. And that makes me feel icky. In no way is everyone who sells something or joins a fee-based group like this, but when I dip my toes in, I am.
So, I cut my losses. And I learned something about myself: all I really want to do is write and hang out with my kids. I get paid a tiny bit to write and I don’t pay anyone to watch my kids, so I’ll keep on investing my best efforts there.
The best “chin up” advice I got when sharing the quitting news was from my dad. This eternal optimist said, “Well, you would always have wondered if you hadn’t.” And he’s right. There are no magic bullets or free rides and sometimes we just need a reminder…..or you would always wonder.