Monday’s Challenge: Make Friends With Yo Body, Mama.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO with alllllllll of the energy you spend on disliking your body? SERIOUSLY!! Can you imagine? Can you evennnnn imagine if there was a machine out there that could suck up all the negative af energy we all spend on picking ourselves apart, and use that for something productive? We would legit all be drinking margaritas on effing MARS, that is how much energy we would have.

So I get it. I know. We all have our hang ups. Our thighs and our boobs, and our tummies and our hair and our skin and our teeth andddd… and I could go on and on and onnnnn.

Like, can we all just stop?

What I’m asking of you today is simple. Just a simple exercise that you can do mentally as you drive home or have ten seconds to yourself (haha). I’m asking you to take that one body part that you have just despised since you were like, 12, and reframe your thinking about it. Stay with me!

Like, say you hate your arms. What could you say about your arms that would give you permission to value them and befriend them again? What have your arms done lately that is truly important to you? For me, I played a twenty minute board game with my kids using my arms (and hands). My kids lovvved every second of it. What have you created with your arms? What have you held? What have you carried lately? Them arms of yours are pretty damn important. They have done pretty amazing things for you, ya know?

Hey, what has that tummy done for ya, mama? Oh, I don’t know, it just expanded and shifted and changed in every way to CREATE LIFE. That’s all. No big deal. And how blessed are you that tummy of yours has sat with the people you love more than life itself and has allowed you to enough a simple, but amazing meal?

There are a trillion industries out there that profit off of your insecurities, ya know? This world is going to do everything it can to hold you down and tell you are not enough. And then when you bust your ass to get to being enough they will tell you are too much. So what I have learned is that you just have to do YOU.

Fill yo cup, and then fill up yo sister mama’s too!

You just have to be brave enough to fully, wholeheartedly, unconditionally love yourself. And part of that starts with recognizing that the shell you came in that takes you through this fucking crazy world is amazing one. And you get ONE. So you get to decide. You get to decide if every day you wake up, do you go straight to deficit mode, or do you say, nope I am filling my effing cup, starting now.

I hope you make friends with everything about yourself, mama. I think you are amazing and epic and truly worthy of all the world in this world. Take this week by the horns and do wonderful things for yourself and those around you.

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The Get Empowered Mama Challenge is HERE!

Mama Army!  It is ON!  I have put together a simple, but super powerful week long challenge that will help you not only empower yourself, but the other bad ass babes around you.  How awesome is that!?  I love a good win-win.

Every day this week I will be posting a small, but powerful challenge that is intended to help you recognize your power and your worth, and help you remain present.

This is NOT going to be difficult, I promise.  Many of these exercises and activities can be done in a matter of mere seconds, but they will leave you feeling pumped, present, and ready to take on the world.

I feel SO strongly that when we put good things into the universe like love, joy, positivity, and we allow ourselves to be vulnerable, amazing things happen in return.

Look for my posts each day this week to join in and feel free share comments, pictures, stories or any other good stuff about how you are completing the challenge.

Mamas, let’s change this freaking world.  Let’s make it what WE want it to be.  Are you in!?  I can’t wait!

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You NEED to Try this Easy Go-To Breakfast That Will Keep You Full for HOURS!


My Chronic Disease

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When I was diagnosed at the age of 14 with Type 1 Diabetes, my relationship with food altered tremendously. It KILLED me to see kids literally eating giant cookies for lunch and then just waltzing on with their day with enough energy to slay a dragon.

Me? I was learning to cope with finger pokes, insulin injections, and GNARLY highs and lows in my blood sugar. I was also learning that I could NOT eat a giant cookie for lunch without falling asleep in my next class and feeling drained for the rest of the afternoon.

I am PROOF that you can live with a chronic disease and it doesn’t have to stop you or define you, mamas.

Flash forward like, 17 years and here I am, mamas. Still kicking it with the good old betes, still jabbing myself for my blood sugar readings (however, now I use my arm), and I’m rocking an insulin pump like a b-o-s-s. (Buh-bye injections, you are the devil.)

I think, well, at least I really hope, that most people mature and come to recognize that eating like a nasty teenager is not going to serve you well as you hurtle towards adulthood. And what I recognize now is that out of sheer necessity, I was forced into healthier eating habits much earlier in life than my peers. It made me SO freaking mad… but I understand now that it has helped me in life, for sure.

I KNOW there are many people out there that just lovvvve food. They love the prep, they love the presentation, and the actual consuming the food is like, a love affair. And I get that, and I respect that, but that sure as hell is not me. I’m one of those people where if I could just press a button and not be hungry, BOOM, button pressed, and I’m on to my next task.

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3 Fail-Proof Ways to Have an Epic Valentine’s Day

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I have ALWAYS loved Valentine’s Day. I love the decorations, I love the silly cards, I love the kitschiness of it all. The blood-sucking marketers out there want you to think otherwise, but for the record- Valentine’s Day is a cheesy, insignificant holiday. However, it does serve as a day to pause and show the people in your life how much you love them and appreciate them. And I guess that IS important. It’s such a shame that so many people get sucked into believing that in order to have a valid Valentine’s Day, you need to drop a lot of money, or go to a fancy restaurant, or do something elaborate to impress a partner or your loved ones. Nooo. Stoppp itttt. Can I just say I would rather stab myself in my eye repeatedly than go to restaurant on Valentine’s Day!? (I’m not the only one that feels that way, right!?)

Mamas, when we take our last breath and leave this world, we won’t remember the fancy dinners, or the elaborate dates. We won’t. What we are really going to remember are the teeny tiny moments that serve to make our hearts whole. While I was growing up my mom worked as a teacher so she had to leave the house early most mornings, but every little holiday like Valentine’s Day, she made sure to do something special for my sister and me. She would tape paper hearts to the bathroom mirror to surprise us. She would pour us milk and add iAmscan 509618 Key to Your Heart Beverage Napkins One Size Multicolor""“>Valentine’s Day napkin tucked into our lunch.

Pink milk makes for a fun and simple Valentine’s Day treat!

Mamas, THAT is what I remember about Valentine’s Day. The love that I got from MY MOM. How utterly powerful is that? And you know WHAT? I honestly cannot conger up one memory of a sexy, hot, super fun Valentine’s Day spent with a partner. I mean, hell, I wish the universe blesses you with HEAPS of this these memories, but I just cannot recall any of them! And I think when we set ourselves up to believe that someone else should be sending us flowers, or making reservations at that new restaurant, we forget about the little ways that we can give and receive love. And to be honest, those have ended up being the biggest things for me. Those are the things that have stayed in my heart.

So girl, I want you to take the bull by the horns and I am working to empower YOU to do everything in your power to have the best Valentine’s Day possible this year. Here are a few simple ways to find the joy in this holiday to help you create a day that is truly filled with love:

Make it what YOU want it to be. We all envision different concepts of what would make our Valentine’s Day super sweet. So, do you really want to go to that cute new restaurant? Then make the effing reservation. Do you want some flowers? Then buy yourself the damn flowers. (You guys I cannot TELL you what happens to my soul when I buy myself flowers. Every once in a blue moon my local Sprouts will have flowers on clearance, and my heart and soul REJOICE when I put them into my cart. Angels sing.)

What I’m saying is, if you have this idea in your head of what you want your Valentine’s Day to be, then you need to work to make that shit happen for yourself. Do NOT WAIT for someone to do it for you. Light some candles, get out the ingredients for a special meal and invite some people over. Do you know how many people out there would love to spend time in your company!? Like, so so many. Me! I would!

Mama, buy yourself the damn flowers, ya hear!?

Or, simply purchase some Valentine’s Day decorations to liven up your abode. Newsflash: You do NOT need to have a Pinterest worthy home to be able to enjoy yourself this coming V-Day. Just putting a freaking plastic table cloth over my table makes me feel giddy. (If you don’t have time to shop, look here for some super cute V-Day decorations that can make it to your doorstep before the big day.)

Go on a hike, take a class at your gym, try the sip and paint night. There really are so many options out there. Bottom line is though, in order to have a memorable Valentine’s Day you actually have to do the work to decide what you want your today to look like and then you have to remember that you are worthy of enjoying this holiday on your own terms. And then you know what you do, mama? You go tf after it because you deserve it so much.

Give like a mofo. I absolutely love to give to others and I can’t think of a better time to show the people around you your love and appreciation for them than Valentine’s Day! You may think that Valentine’s Day cards are exclusively given to kids and lovers, but I completely disagree. (Again, I’m choosing to make this day what I want it to be!) And when I say give, I don’t mean chocolates or stuffed animals, or handmade cookies, or yet another mindless gift that you hand off and people forget in 2.5 seconds. This year I plan on passing out simple, hand-written notes to the people on my teaching team. Seriously, when is the last time that you got a HAND WRITTEN note?

Write a short, to the point genuine compliment or sentiment on the card and you will make that person’s DAY! You could do this for the other moms at drop-off, the crossing guard that works to get your kids to school safely, or that special neighbor that always brightens your day. Can you imagine that person coming home and putting that special card on their fridge, or up on their mantle? And each time they look at it, it makes them feel special and appreciated? That is SO big, you guys. YOU could do that for someone so easily.

A sweet note with a genuine compliment or sentiment is the best Valentine’s Day gift I can imagine.

Give your love by striking up a conversation with a new person, or simply smile at a stranger. Let yourself be soft and inviting to the universe instead of keeping your heart and mind to yourself. You have so much love to give, and when you give it, I swear to you, it will come back to you tenfold. (You can also check out these gifts that contribute to a good cause!)

Do the unexpected. People have a tendency to have a lousy Valentine’s Day because they have this idea in their head of what a Valentine’s Day should look like. But as I’ve been saying, in life, you get to decide, girl. Bundle up and grab the marshmallows and chocolate and head outside for a bonfire. Too cold where you are!? Make smores on your stove or in your fireplace! Take 20 minutes to be present with your kids by busting out the board games or Twister. Tell your kids about how it felt when you got to hold them for the first time and the love you experienced in that moment. That’s a heck of a Valentine right there.

Another unexpected idea: teach your children to give to other by working together to donate your time to a local shelter, or work with your kids to clear out their toys to give to Goodwill. (Here is a great article about how to encourage your kids to willingly donate their toys.)

Mama, have an amazing, joy-filled Valentine’s Day by making it exactly what you want it to be. Do something fancy and extra, or reject that completely an go the opposite direction and find your zen in the simplistic. I just hope that you take the time to recognize that this day was meant for you as much as it was made for anyone else. Have a great week and I hope I see you in the check out line getting that gorgeous bouquet of flowers. I’ll be right there with ya, girl.

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3 Strategies to Help Turn That Sh*tty Day Around

By societal standards, I have pretty horrible skin. Oddly, my complexion was relatively normal during my teen years and it wasn’t until my pregnancies that my skin from hell really revved up. Suuuuper cool for all of you out there that got to rock that gorgeous pregnancy glow. That was not my journey. Yours truly looked like a ruddy, pock marked 14 year old teenage boy.

A few years ago I was watching this cop show that featured female officers in their line of duty. It was so inspiring to watch these women excel in this male dominated career and just completely kick some ass, and take some names. I will never forget this one particular episode that featured a prostitution sting. You know what I’m talking about, right? The female cop dresses up to appear to be a hooker and then she “works the street” attempting to find dirt bags that are willing to pay for sex. And then, you know, the nasty guy falls for it, they negotiate a deal, and they go back to a hotel room. In the next room over there’s a million other cops waiting to arrest the dirt bag and then BOOM, everyone swarms with a million guns and it’s like, “You are DONE son!!” The cops are everywhere, the John goes to jail, and the streets are safer with one less deplorable creep out there. You get the drift.

So that is what this female cop was attempting to do during this episode. She was attempting to get the creepy guys to believe she was a hooker. But you’ve gotta hear this. This female cop was so freaking gorgeous, none of the creepy guys were falling for this act that she was a prostitute. I kid you NOT at one point during the episode, the lady cop looks at the camera and dead ass says, “I just don’t have the crack whore skin. They aren’t falling for it. I’m too pretty.” I’m too pretty. And this didn’t come from a place of vanity- homegirl was just speaking her truth. She legit was just too healthy and gorgeous looking to be considered a prostitute. She even rubbed dirt all over her effing face you guys, in attempt to dirty herself up and she still couldn’t convince anyone she was a prostitute. Can you reread that last line please? It’s fine, everything is fine, I’m fine.

I swear to you, ALL I could think of when I watched this episode was… Um, do you want to hire me to be the fake prostitute?? (Yea, I never thought I would say those words…) I could take off all my make up. You could hand me a trashy looking trench coat of some variety and maybe some beat up high heels and I tell you WHAT- I would have the Johns just linin’ up for daysssss.

THAT is how bad my skin is, my friends.

And for the longest time felt so BADLY about my bad skin. Like, I felt the need to apologize to the world for it. If, on a rare occasion, I went out with little to no makeup on and I saw someone I knew, I felt this need to let them know, that I KNOW that I have a bad complexion. Sort of like, “Omg, hi! So nice to see you! Yes, my skin is atrocious- I see you looking at me with utter disgust. I’m so sorry.” And I just felt bad about it. Like, how dare I show my face in the world with no makeup when I look like this? I’m not telling you about this delightfully unhealthy thought process to earn your sympathy, because I really don’t need it. I’m telling you this because I’m at this point in my life where I’m like, okay, you know what? I don’t have a clear complexion, but… WHO CARES? I’m so. freaking. tired over feeling bad and embarrassed and self conscious about it. Do you have anything like that in your life? Do you have something that you are just soooo tired of feeling bad over? Loose skin, moles, your teeth, your hair, your boobs, your weight?

Andddd this is my skin on the upswing, people.

Ladies, I’ll tell you what- I’m done. I’m done feeling badly about things that I shouldn’t have to feel badly about. I’m done with the shame, and the fear of being judged, and the utter mental fatigue that comes along with those feelings. And you know what I’m doing, you guys? I’m taking all that energy that I would have spent on feeling like shit and I’m effing reclaiming it. That’s right. I’m taking it back. So I’ve got some zits on my face. So your boobs are aren’t perky anymore after breastfeeding 3 kids. So you have some cellulite on your thighs. Okay. And what? AND WHAT? You are NOT your breasts, or your cellulite, or your complexion. You are SO much more than that. You are beauty and light and energy and power, mama. You have creative ideas, you have meaningful opinions. Mama, you freaking run the show in your home… and ALSO in your HEAD.

So here are a few ideas I put together for what you can think about/do the next time you have one of those days where you are just feeling badly about shit you don’t need to feel badly about. You can also take a look at this post for even more ideas and strategies to help empower you to turn your day around. Please try them and let me know your thoughts!

Embrace the hell out of it. That’s RIGHT, ladies. You heard me. Embrace those days when you look like crap. You’re probably like, okay I’ll just be closing this tab right about now because this chick is straight up bogus, but HEAR ME OUT. This is the way I have come to embrace my days when I just look and feel out of sorts/just really ugly:

Okay, to explain this we need to take a step back. You know those days when you are just BEAMING and you look GOOD girl, and your hair is gorgeous because you just washed it after 6 days (just me?), and the fashion gods have blessed you by helping you select an outfit that is just on point and like 2.5 co-workers have complimented you and strangers are smiling at you and you’re just like YES. I SLAY. Tell me you have those days every once in awhile?! (I summon the universe to give you thousands of these days, mama.) My question to you is this, (and this is what I pose to myself, right there with you) HOW are you supposed to have those amazing, gorgeous hair, outfit-on-point, confidence bursting days, without having the days when you look average, so-so, or just plain bad? You can’t. You have to have some ying with the yang, ya know!? It’s the same concept in that we llneed to know struggle and heart break and pain in order to reallly understand and appreciate joy. If every single day you are striving to look like a celebrity…what room does that leave for those truly amazing days when you really do feel like a million bucks?

What I’m trying to say is that we were not meant to look picture perfect day after freaking day, every day of our lives. When did that expectation start!? We scroll through social media seeing gorgeous pictures and suddenly we think that everyone leaves the house looking put together and on point, 100% of the time. Can I just take a moment to remind EVERYONE out there that social media is FAKE!? Have you guys seen that quote out there that says, “Pretty is not the rent you pay to exist in this world”? PREACH. I’m learning to embrace my not so good days because there is such power in them, you guys. When the world expects you to look a certain way, and you don’t deliver, but you STILL show up and you’re still amazing and powerful and you don’t apologize, that is revolutionary. Look the world in the eye and say, I’m bloated, I’m greasy, I have acne… and WHAT? When you know your power and your worth, no one can take it away from you. Show up no matter freaking what, mamacita.

Reach TF out. I have this horrible habit of isolating myself when I feel down. Omg, you do too?! You guys, I’m really trying to change that bad habit. I’ve come to realize that when I reach out to others and make even the smallest connection, I feel so much better. I’m not telling you to send out a group text message to all of your girlfriends telling them you are on the struggle bus and that your day is shit. Mamas, making a connection with another human being even in the SMALLEST way can do WONDERS for your mood.

Try having a meaningful conversation with a co-worker or a family member. Compliment a complete stranger when you are line waiting to pay. Text your bud to set up some plans for the weekend. Post an inspirational quote to your social media and tag someone that you think it could help. When we make a conscious effort to choose positivity, it’s freaking CRAZY you guys, but the universe responds with positivity. So the next time you are feeling down about whatever, push out of your comfort zone and reach out to someone- anyone.

Smile. Okay seriously don’t punch me. Hear me out, mama. The body-mind connection is so real and so powerful that we can harness that connection to help us feel better. According to an article by Psychology Today when we smile, we can actually trick ourselves into thinking we feel better than we do. I know you have experienced this. It happens to me all the time. I’m feeling lousy, so I kind of hype myself up and I “pretend” to be happy. But before I know it, I’m actually feeling so much better because the people around me are vibing off of my “fake” happiness, which then turns into actual good happy feelings. Crazy town how that works.

The article explains, “Facial feedback works because the brain senses the flexion of certain facial muscles (like the zygomatic major, which is required to smile) and interprets it as “Oh I must be happy about something.” Similarly, if that muscle isn’t flexed then your brain thinks, “Oh, I must not be happy”.

In addition to the direct neural feedback, in the real world you also get the added advantage of social feedback. Smiles are infectious (perhaps another post on mirror neurons in the future). So even if you don’t feel much happier, the people around you are more likely to smile, and that can improve your mood as well.”

I’ll tell you what, I know a lot of boss babes out there with a killer RBF (Resting Bitch Face), and I love that about you all. But if you are having a bad day and you are trying to turn it around, just experiment with this strategy for like, ten minutes and see what happens. When we see others return a happy smile, it can help you to forget that bad hair day, or the fact that you don’t feel 100%. I’m smiling just thinking about it.

Mamas, take back that energy. Take the self loathing, the anxiety, the self doubt and turn it into what YOU want it to be. NO ONE gets to tell you how to feel besides YOU. Reach out to a stranger, smile a little, and embrace the hell out of that shitty day. I hope you all have a joy filled, positivity, healthy week. I hope the fashion gods bless you. I hope you make a friend. I hope more than anything you empower yourself and you work to empower others. I’m right there with ya, mama. xoxo Emily

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Here’s What Happened When I Kicked My Drink-A-Day Habit

**I want to preface this post by telling you all I am not sober, nor do I want to be, or intend to be.  This post is more so about recognizing that I was drinking too much alcohol at a certain point in my life that I was comfortable with and how I decided to take control and change my habits.  Read on, mamas.**

I LOVE IPAs.  Loud and proud, I am a beer drinking kind of a lady.  I love the sharp taste of those precious bubbles on my tongue, I love the bitter hoppiness, and to be perfectly damn honest I love the amazing feeling of that buzz rushing into my bloodstream.  I do.  Guilty. (Insert shrugging emoji here)  But, towards the end of last year, I began to see a shift in my drinking frequency and behavior that I did not like.

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4 Resolutions That Don’t Suck

Um, can I just say 2018 kicked. my. ass.  It was a brutal one, you guys.  I am definitely realistic in understanding that 2019 is going to most like rock me as well, but you know what?  I refuse to let fear, sadness, and anger rule my life.  I know Target Dollar Spot is already replete with Valentine’s Day decor, hell, probably Saint Patrick’s Day by this point, but I have been mulling over my goals for 2019 and I’ve come up with some pretty powerful ideas that I hope you can implement as well, mamacita.

Start freaking doing instead of waiting.  We live super close to a Ritchie’s diner in town.  I cannot tell you HOW many times I’ve literally said out loud, “Let’s ride our bikes to Ritchie’s some time!”  And thennn I never made it happen.  Do you have anything like that in your life?  Something you have been saying you want to do, or something you want to accomplish, or a dream that you want to achieve, but you just WAIT?  I feel like I have this habit of constantly WAITING.  Waiting to figure out what art or decor to put on my walls, waiting to make the move to get a group fitness certification, waiting to start my Masters… I just WAIT.  And I overthink.  And I second guess myself.  Andddd the walls are bare in my house.  And then I get caught up in the mundane stuff like emptying the dishwasher, scrolling through my phone, or any of the other trillion tasks that I find myself doing on a regular basis.  Please tell me you know what I’m talking about. Continue reading “4 Resolutions That Don’t Suck”

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A Secret About Your Body, Mama

When I was in college there was a time I obsessed over wanting bigger boobs.  (Psycho) Lindsay Lohan was super popular at the time and I just thought to myself, “I just need them to be a litttttle bigger and then I’ll be happy.”  Thank GOD I knew myself enough to realize I’m about as fickle as they come and didn’t actually go through with anything like a breast augmentation.

In today’s world, as the Kardashian Krew (see what I did there?) infiltrate like, every media outlet possible, having the biggest butt is the newest trend in women’s body types.  But um, can you just take a moment to re-read that last sentence?  Our freaking bodies, the sacred shell that houses our thoughts, beliefs, aspirations, and dreams have been hijacked by the media only to be used as a means to peddle the latest fashion trends.  (Woah, I sound like a totally hippie feminist.  Hell yea.)  You HAVE to look at this site that goes into detail about how the “perfect female body” has evolved in the past century.  We have to stop letting other entities tell us what our bodies should look like.  We have to reject the idea that our bodies are up for grabs by marketing executives that prey on our insecurities.

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A Kick Ass Story: 1 Bathing Suit & the Power of a Genuine Compliment

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Vacations make for the best people watching.  I am reminded of the beauty of the human race as I see different bodies, styles of dress, and families.  The sound of different languages float through the air, filling me with curiosity as to which corner of the world these people hail from.  I had ample opportunity to conduct some hardcore people watching during my recent Hawaii vacation.  As my kids careened down that  green water slide for the thirtieth time that day, I lounged, drink in hand, and soaked up my surroundings.

Another thing I loved about my vacation was the plethora of swimsuits around me.  Suits ranged from modest, complete with sleeves and leggings, to barely there bottoms and teeny tiny tops.  So, with all of the people watching I was doing, coupled with the amazing bathing suits I was bearing witness to, I decided I needed to let some of the gorgeous women around me just how fabulous they looked.

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If you have been following me on my new journey to empower myself and empower other women, you will know that I feel strongly about doling out sincere, unsolicited compliments to the women around me.

It saddens me to know that some women see giving out compliments to other women as groveling and beneath them, when in fact, it is SUCH an empowering experience.  I feel strongly that when you offer a genuine compliment to another, you are in no way, shape, or form giving away your power.  Instead, you are simultaneously increasing your own self worth and image and giving that other person a gift that money cannot buy.

As I was heading back to our room from the pool, a woman was about to pass on my left wearing an adorable bathing suit.  It looked something like this here:

I took a deep breath and said with a smile, “I love your bathing suit.”

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STOP Doing it ALL, Mama. Try This Instead.

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Mamas, I want to start off by telling you that you’re doing a great job.  You’re probably taking care of kids, working a bunch of hours a week, making a boatload of meals, and holding it tf down for your family.  PLEASE understand that you are a bad ass and that you deserve to give yourself grace.  I have to remind myself of this constantly.  What I also have come to realize through my journey of women empowerment, is that as women, we have this tendency to put up a veneer that isn’t a reflection of our truest self.  We live in this society of social media and instant gratification and we so desperately want everyone to believe that we have it together and we are just fine.  And you know what?  That is suchhhh bullshit, you guys.  Do you know what I’ve started to do?  It is SO empowering.  When someone asks me how I’m doing, you know what I say?  I say, “You know, things have been better, but I’m pushing through.”  And I started responding this way to people to try to be more real with myself.

I want to be a more genuine human being.  But GUESS WHAT happens, you guys?  When you tell others that you’re going through some shit, and your life isn’t as perfect as you would want… other mamas around you start to open up, as well.  I guarantee that if you spend a little more being real with the people around you, asking some questions and actually, truly listening, you will find that all of us are struggling with something.

You know what I struggle with?  I am a horrible delegator.  HOW MANYYY TIMES have you said out loud to either yourself or a friend, “It’s just easier if I do it myself.”  Seriously.  HOW MANY TIMES, mamas!??  Because let’s face it, sometimes, okay, most of the time, it does sure seem easier.  Lemme give you a scenario that I’m not really proud to admit happens like all the time at my house.  So here’s Mama Emily, she was up at 5am, out the door by 6, worked her ass off all day teaching emotionally draining students, commuted about an hour home only to pick up the house, empty the dishwasher and then start dinner.  (Lemme stop and say this- I am blessed.  I am not complaining about my life.  I completely and utterly understand that I am privileged af to have a job, a house, and healthy kids.  I know soooo many people out there pray for the things I have.  With that said, this is a post about how I am working to make my situation better than it currently is.)  Mama Emily has asked her sweet and fully capable children to clean up their toys and set the table like 7 times by now, but they are literally rolling on the floor, either crying over the fact that I told them to turn off the damn iPad, or they are finding the lint in the carpet much more interesting than following directions and getting chores done.  Continue reading “STOP Doing it ALL, Mama. Try This Instead.”

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