The travel bug is real, in my household. Sometimes more real than I’d like it to be, but that’s life when many of your closest friends live out-of-state! My daughter has been traveling with me since the womb. During my pregnancy, I traveled up to 37 weeks, taking on places like Dubai, Costa Rica, Germany, and a ton of local travel! So, naturally she flies very well and is accustomed to the airport routine.
Last week, we conquered our 3rd American visit to Disney. We’ve done Disneyland – Anaheim, CA, when my daughter was 1. At 2, we did the four-day Disney Dream Cruise to the Bahamas, and just yesterday we took on Disney World in Orlando, FL. The final two were less than 4 months apart. Each experience was completely different. The main difference was age, and her ability to enjoy it! Everything else was small nuances relating to activities available for toddlers.
If God calls you to do something, His grace is greater than the call!
When it comes to jobs, I am probably one of the most fearless women there are. Simply put, when something no longer suited me or fit into the plans that I had for myself, I left! I’d venture to say I started to think this way after being fired, but I’ve pretty much always had this attitude.
Mothers LOVE to see other pregnant women. Possibly because it’s nostalgic, or maybe we are more like “Thank God it’s them and not me!” Either way, something about revealing your pregnancy makes other moms flock to you and offer up their resources and experiences. In fact, I get some of the best advice from mothers that I’ve connected with on social media!
Connecting with like-minded moms, that you mesh with, and can share with is not an easy feat, but it is essential in managing the ebbs and flow of motherhood. It’s comparable to going to high school for the first time, and trying to make friends with people who look at you like the “newcomer”. However, once you get in and find your grove, its super fun.
Today is my daughter’s 3rd Birthday! It is also the 5th anniversary of my Maternal Grandmother’s passing. As bizarre as it sounds, I prayed for it to happen this way! I was given a mid-July due date, and I immediately began to pray for my daughter to come on July 3rd or 13th, my grandmother’s death and burial date, respectively. I wanted to replace a sad/solemn day with a celebration of life; the life of my daughter.
The language you speak to yourself, and over yourself, greatly influences your day-to-day actions, and energy!
I learned of my pregnancy, two months shy of my 30th birthday. I was not married and, as mentioned in Starting with WHY…, and I was very concerned about how having a child would affect my career. I knew that I wanted to go through with my pregnancy, but needed to find comfort in my decision, for myself. About a week into knowing, I began to jot down things that were important to me in motherhood and during my pregnancy. I told myself to forget the noise, ALL NOISE, and to enjoy a beautiful and healthy experience. If you ever notice, people never share the good aspects of pregnancy. You hear the horror stories about morning sickness, long labor and unbearable contractions. It’s really unavoidable! So, I stayed away from mom blogs, negative people and energy, and literally travel the world up until a week before I delivered my daughter. I had a beautiful pregnancy from start to finish. No sickness, weight gain, or discomfort. It was truly a peaceful and transformative stage in my life.
My work life, really just one manager, attempted to take away that peace, on a daily basis! Like asking me to dog sit (his two big dogs) for him, at like 7 months, while he traveled overseas for work. Ummm it was a NO and that “NO” really affected my time at that employer. This was the same manager who told me “You’re not married” when I told him I was pregnant. He would treat me like pregnancy was a handicap, bypassing me for several opportunities and saying somewhat offensive things. He also called me, about 6 weeks into maternity leave, and told me that I needed to return to work the following Monday, when I had already cleared for 12 weeks. I didn’t and in spite of his efforts to be the biggest nuisance, I pressed forward. Continue reading “Manifesting the Experiences You Want: A Tribute to My Grandmother”