Lemons.

Lemons.

Life – the Lord, actually – has been handing me lemons.

Say what you want about lemons. They are sour. They make your hands sticky. And if you get lemon juice in your eyes, watch out. The burn is like few others. So what better a metaphor for all the crazy, sticky, sour, painful situations in our lives than a lemon?

I have, as of late, found myself in a few. Estranged from people I love, but who I now realize I need distance from. Estranged from friends who I never imagined my life without. Moved to another state. Once again, isolated. What ever could I do with these lemons? How to I find the sweet spot in this – the place where all of this is okay for me again?

What do you do when life – the Lord, actually – hands you lemons?

You make lemonade.

Making lemonade isn’t easy though. You’ve got to juice those lemons. You’ve got to get all the ingredients – water, sugar and whatever extra. You’ve got to figure out that ratio of sweet to sour – not so sweet that you’re just drinking yellow sugar water and not so tangy that your basically drinking lemon water. Maybe, you’ve gotta follow a recipe (or the youtube/instagram guru) You’ve got to find the “sweet spot.”

And so it is with life’s lemons – your heartache, your anguish, your pain and your failings. Those lemons aren’t just gonna make themselves into Lemonade. You have to work for it. You have to do the work to heal those parts of you that threaten to turn you bitter and sour on life. You have to get to therapy. Maybe, you just to talk to someone – anyone – outside of yourself. You have to try that self-help tip. Then maybe try another. And then tweak it to work for you. You’ve got to dig deep an find that self-love. Make it a priority to reclaim your time and your space and your joy. And you have to add and remove people, places and elements to your life until your find that sweet spot; located somewhere between joy and pain where we live on the half-line – content. Letting life happen and learning her lessons – and accepting her fleeting emotions – without letting ourselves get too wrapped up in any one of them. Finding that… sweet spot.

And maybe in the end of it all, we don’t end up with lemonade. Maybe, although everyone else is making lemonade from their lemons, we make lemon cake. Like, maybe we don’t have to convert our pain into the same path as everyone else. Maybe we can transform our pain in ways much more different than someone else and still find something sweet in the process. And maybe that is the whole point.

Why We Love Minimalism.

Why We Love Minimalism.

Minimalism. It’s the in thing to let go of things. Lately our generation seems to be obsessed with it. We’re all minimalizing and KonMari-ing our lives away in the pursuit of happiness. Or possibly because of happiness.

Why?

Because we have so deeply leaned into healing ourselves. We’re learning to let go of all of the baggage of the past. Our past hurts, we’re bandaging them. Our past trauma…were healing it. We are – as a collective – trying to be better mothers and fathers. To let generational curses end with us and not pass them on to our children. And were letting all of that be reflected in our environments.

As we let go of all of the things in our mental that no longer serve us, we also want to shed the literal weight of physical things that are not serving us. No more will we have closets full of clothes that we cannot fit, do not flatter us and make us feel bad for not wearing them. Let it go. No more will we fill our homes with trinkets and clutter, hoping to find a use for them some day in a hypothetical future. Let it go.

We no longer need to fill the holes in ourselves with things – we’re filling those spaces with self-love, love, adventures, joy, spiritual wellbeing and actual health now.

And truly, at its core, that’s what Minimalism is. It’s not about having a colorless palette, ultra modern furniture and only apple products (although if that’s your aesthetic, more power to you.) It’s about letting go of things that are taking away space from letting in the things that you love. The things that truly fill you.

But don’t just take my word for it.

Let. It. Go.

P.S. If you need help decluttering your life head on over to @brownkids on Instagram for more on intentionality (Roe and E – the cutest couple in the world). It’s a beautiful process!

Oh, and let me know what you’re letting go of when you spring clean your life in 2019?

The 5 Not-So Secret Secrets to Being the Best Mom.

The 5 Not-So Secret Secrets to Being the Best Mom.

Motherhood.

It didn’t come natural to me. Like all the other parts of my life, I am prone to overthinking, over analyzing and generally doing the absolute most. I thought that doing all of the things that they tell you to do – reading the baby books, buying the right things, selecting the right doctors – would make me a great mom. None of that prepared me for this journey. Not the first time and not the second time.

Let me let you in on the secrets to being a great mom:

1. Your kids don’t care about anything but you and they don’t need anything but you – At least at the beginning. No bounce chair or swing you buy is going to come close to being in your arms. No toy or contraption is going to do more to stimulate their senses than you can just by sitting in front of them; No sound machine will ever match the sound of your heartbeat from the inside. They may like those things, but they are no match for mommy.

2. Your babies are so forgiving. They love you so much and desire your love so greatly. Even during times when you’re not being a great mom. They may cry when you yell at them, but they still want YOU to console them. Don’t abuse that trust. Don’t take for granted that forgiveness. Honor it by doing your best to meet them exactly where they are. Honor it by humbling yourself – admitting when you are wrong and by doing better.

3. Forget the myth of Spoiling Your Baby. If you can and so desire to, hold your baby as much as you (and they) want. Cuddle with your baby. Co-Sleep with your baby if that’s your thing. They will never be this small again. And they grow faster than you can remember. Soak it up.

4. Live in the moment. All of the actions you’ve taken became the past the moment they happened. Every chance you missed became the past the moment you missed them. Tomorrow is absolutely not promised.

You have right now – this very second – to be the mother you want to be. Don’t waste it agonizing about what you did or didn’t do when you were pregnant, or in labor, or breastfeeding/formula feeding. It happened already. Do what you need to do for them NOW.

5. Most of All – Love yourself. You know you can’t pour from an empty cup, right? You hear it on social media all the time – self care and self love are in! Take care of yourself, Mama. Take time to yourself Mama.

Look in the mirror and love ALL the phases of your process. If you want to snap back and that’s your self-love, do that! You can love the glory of what your body can do and want to get back to feeling the way you like to. And if you have been waiting all your life to have the bumps and curves you now have, revel in it! You can love your body and not want to change it.

Take the time to do things that you love and understand that you will still be mommy. You don’t relinquish that title because you went and got your nails done. You don’t have to stop playing video games or reading comics because you’re a mom. You don’t have to stop volunteering. You are still you. Wonderfully you. And just like any other major change in your life, it will take adjusting and readjusting to get back in the swing of things. Sometimes it will take transformation. But a Phoenix cannot rise from the ashes if the fire never burns.

My children are young, so I have not even experienced a fraction of Motherhood. I don’t have all the answers. But my views aren’t informed only by my parenthood, but also by my childhood. By my own mother and her mother before her. If I give you nothing else – If I learn no other lessons during my short stint in motherhood – this truth I hold to be relevant and evident: Mama, it’s going to be okay.