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Thank you

Thank you all so much for the notes and emails you’ve sent me letting me know you are praying for my brother. I truly appreciate it.

He is still in the hospital and his surgery has not happened yet, pending another CAT scan, so please keep the prayers coming. I’ve told him that many people are praying for him and it has really meant a lot to him, and to my whole family. We hope to know more soon (the waiting is hard), but in the meantime… thank you.

On a happy note, my sweet niece is getting married this weekend so I will be away from my blog for a few more days. I look forward to getting back to a regular posting schedule by the end of next week and I’ll be back to hosting Mom-Monday the week after Memorial Day weekend.

I so appreciate all of you. Have a beautiful day,

Genny

Where I’ve been and what’s been happening

As I type this, my brother is in a hospital room down the hall in the neurology department. He  spent the last several days in ICU and was just moved to a “step-down” room in Neurosciences where he will still be closely monitored. (He suffered a brain bleed last week and, while his condition is still serious, he’s doing amazingly well. I just got to visit him for a little while and it was so good to see him.)

These last few days have been filled with so many emotions… shock, fear, and sadness when I found out he was in the hospital… then hope and gratefulness as he’s improved.

And I’ve been reminded that all the little things we worry about in our day to day lives – they don’t really matter.

What matters is family. It is everything. What matters is life. It is precious. What matters is faith. It is a rock. What matters is God. He hears prayers. What matters is knowing Jesus. He is Savior.

When someone you love goes through something like this, it changes your everyday world and makes you pause.

It makes you hug your kids a little tighter and kiss your husband a little longer.

It makes you notice the sun and the grass and the hills and the fact that you are healthy and alive and able to look at how beautiful they are.

It makes you reach out to your friends and family for prayer and support. And it makes you realize just how much that prayer and support matters.

It makes you contemplate life as you drive back and forth to the hospital, and it gives you a whole new fire to live in such a way that each moment is intentional and filled with purpose and love.

And that’s where I’ve been these past few days as my family has been processing what my brother is going through and rallying around him to help. So I’m popping in to not only let you know what’s been going on (and explain why you’ve been seeing so many posts from the archives),  but to ask all of you, as part of the community of friends in my life, if you could keep my brother Matthew in your prayers.

My whole family would truly appreciate it! Thank you!

(I’ll be back here in about a week and I’ll update you on how he’s doing then.)

The lesson in the pet aisle at Target…

*post originally published 2009

My daughter and I walked into Target and headed straight for the pet aisle.

She had around $40.00 left on a gift card she’d been saving, and she wanted to buy supplies for the kitten she was planning to adopt.

She made her choices carefully, picking out a scratching pole, cat food, litter, a scooper, a couple of kitten toys, and shampoo.

She added up each item as she put it into the cart, making sure the total would be under $40.00.

It was fun to watch, and I was proud of her for wanting to pay for everything herself.

When she was done, she said, “We need to go to Customer Service before we pay, Mommy. I want to check exactly how much I have on here.” She held up the card with a big smile.

“Looks like you have $16.99,” the woman at Customer Service said.

My daughter shook her head.

“I thought you had $40.00,” I told her.

“I thought so too.” Her face fell.

Everything in me wanted to come to her rescue.

I looked at all the things she’d so thoughtfully picked out–the kitten toys, the scratching pole, even the litter. She’d been saving money for months for a kitten, and she’d been holding onto that gift card specifically for supplies.

My heart broke as I saw the disappointment in her face.

And I debated…

Should I step in and help her pay? She’d been so responsible, and she could still pay for the kitten like she wanted to…

But something in me knew that wasn’t the right thing to do.

She looked at me and shrugged. “Let’s go, Mommy. I have to figure out what to put back.”

She headed to the pet aisle again.

I followed with a lump in my throat.

She didn’t even ask for me to pay for the supplies.

And, honestly, that made me want to help her even more.

Still, I kept quiet as I watched her look at the things in the cart, check the prices again, and try to decide what to take out.

She picked up a kitten toy and hugged it. “It’s so cute,” she said.

Then she put it on the shelf.

The scratching pole, shampoo, and cat food followed.

All that was left in the cart was the scooper and the litter, which added up to almost exactly $16.00.

“I’ll save up for the other stuff and come back.” She smiled.

And I almost started bawling right there.

Even though she’d run into a bump in the road, she worked through it.

By herself.

And as I watched her pay for that scooper and litter with her gift card, I realized she was just as happy and proud of herself as she would’ve been if she’d been able to buy everything she’d originally picked out.

That’s when I knew, even though it was hard for me not to come to her rescue, and even though I almost did, I did the right thing by not helping her.

And I learned a valuable lesson.

Sometimes, I catch myself wanting to step in and make things easier for my kids.

It breaks my heart when they face adversity.

But I was reminded that it’s often that very adversity that builds character.

If I had helped my daughter pay for those supplies, sure, I would’ve made things easier for her. But she would’ve missed out on the experience of working through the disappointment herself.

She would’ve missed out on saving more money and waiting to buy something she wanted.

And she would’ve missed out on the joy of going back to the store, days later, and buying the supplies all on her own.

Now, every time my daughter tells someone about her new kitten (which she has since adopted), the first thing she says is, “I paid for everything myself!”

And if I would’ve helped her that day, she would’ve missed out on that, too.

What about you? Do you find yourself wanting to rescue your kids when they hit a bump in the road? Do you have a time you can share where you’ve seen your kids grow by facing adversity or disappointment?

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A Man Named Ted…

*Post originally published in 2009 and in the book Kirtsy Takes a Bow – A Celebration of Women’s Online Favorites.

There’s a man named Ted who lives in a senior home near our house.

I’ve only met him once, but he’s had a place in my heart ever since.

I first saw him about a year and a half ago, when I was out running errands.

I’d been driving by the Home and noticed him sitting out front, watching cars go by. As I drove past, I wondered what he was doing…

Was he waiting for a ride? Was someone coming to visit him?

A couple days later, I was on the same road, at about the same time, and there he was again–white haired, tall and thin.

And all by himself.

Again, I wondered…

Did he have family? Or friends?

I thought about him the whole way home.

When I saw him again a few days later, I felt a pull to stop and talk to him–a pull so strong that I slowed down and turned into the parking lot after the next intersection, thinking I should go back. But when I looked at the clock, I realized I had only fifteen minutes to pick my son up from school.

I sighed and drove off, promising that next time I’d say hi.

Then I realized I didn’t have to wait until next time…

“Want to surprise someone today?” I asked my son when I picked him up.

I told him about my idea and the man I’d seen.

We went home and cut roses from our yard. I took the thorns off, and we made a bouquet. Then we drove back to the Home.

But when we got there, the man was gone.

I parked the car and we went inside, hoping to find him.

“Can I help you?” the woman at the front office asked as we walked in.

“This might sound strange,” I started nervously, “but I’m looking for a man who sits outside in the mornings, right out front. He’s tall and has white hair…”

“That sounds like Ted,” she said, smiling.

I showed her the roses. “We wanted to give him these.”

“He was just here.” She looked around the lobby. “There he is,” she said.

I saw him by the stairs.

My son and I walked up to him.

“Ted?” I asked.

He nodded.

“I see you in the mornings sometimes when I drive by.” I held out the bouquet. “We just wanted to give you these and say hi.”

Slowly, he took the roses, a look of surprise on his face.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Then he turned to my son and reached out his hand.

And I got a lump in my throat.

Because it’s beautiful to see the hand of a child wrapped inside that of a ninety-or-so-year-old man.

He asked my son what his name was, and he thanked us again.

We only stayed for a minute before saying goodbye.

But in that moment, Ted made his way into our hearts.

When my husband and I took our kids to the Home last Christmas to deliver some cards that they’d made, they walked up and down the halls looking for a door with the name Ted on it. When they found one, they picked out their favorite card and set it on the floor in front of the door.

And to this day, when I drive down that road, I look for Ted sitting outside.

The best part is, so do my kids.

I know that Ted might have a family that sees him often. And he might have friends that bring him flowers or send him cards.

But, then again, he might not.

Either way, I’m thankful I met him.

Because it reminded me of the impact that reaching out to others can have.

And the importance of caring about people we may not necessarily know.

And I’ll never forget the image of that man holding my son’s hand,

or the smile on both of their faces that day.

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Being a happy mom isn’t about sailing through motherhood. It’s not about having it all together or having the best kids. And it’s not about perfection.

Motherhood can be chaotic, stressful, and complicated. There are temper tantrums and sibling squabbles. There is self-doubt and frustration, fear and uncertainty.

But there is also laughter and love… and, yes, even bliss.

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Is the Grass Really Greener?

I led a parenting workshop this past weekend on Finding Mommy Bliss and one of the things I talked about was “Loving Perceptively, Here and Now”–not getting so caught up in the schedule of mothering that you lose sight of the blissful moments right in front of you, in the present.

As I was going through my archives here just a few minutes ago to find a post I could put up for Mom-Monday (because I haven’t had time to write one), I came across the one below–my very first blog post from March, 2008…  and it struck me. I wrote the post when my kids were 7 and 9, and I remember the feeling I had as I typed the words about their toddler and baby years… a feeling of nostalgia and “ahhh… those were the days.”

And here I am, years later (just like I predicted), my kids now 11 and 13, and I’m reading what I wrote with that same feeling of nostalgia–that the days of having a 7 and a 9 year old were “the days”… simpler, calmer, easier.

But isn’t human nature like that?

Us, always looking ahead with anticipation and reflecting on the past with longing,

yet often losing sight of the magic and beauty right in front of us, here and now?

As I read what I wrote, I found myself smiling and nodding,

because I was reminded all over again

that the grass is green and lush and beautiful

right where I’m at today. :)

Have a beautiful day, moms, and enjoy the bliss!

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*post below originally published 2008

Is the Grass Really Greener?

I recently had a conversation with a friend that made me think of the saying “the grass is greener on the other side of the fence.” We were talking to each other about how busy life is and I was telling her how hard it’s been for me to get some writing time in every day. Between drop-off and pick-up and sports and school and everything else in between, it’s hard to grab those precious few hours where I can get on my computer and actually accomplish something. Literally, I’ve been leaving my laptop on the kitchen table and grabbing fifteen minutes here, twenty minutes there, whenever I can.

“But, you’re lucky,” my friend said. “At least you have something you’re passionate about, something you’re working on. I feel like I should be doing something too.” Believe me, this friend of mine does a lot—she has twin four-year-old boys. Between swim lessons and preschool and trying to keep up with her boys’ boundless energy, she barely has time to come up for air.

After we got off the phone, I thought about what she said. I thought about the days when my son and daughter were toddlers. The days when I was so immersed in potty training and binkies and temper tantrums that I had little time to even think about all the writing I wanted to do. But there were sweet memories, too. So many of them. Those were the days when our homework was making cookies for class. The days my kids napped and I wasn’t running in and out of the house a hundred times for drop off or pickup. The days we’d spend at the park playing with friends…

When I think back…ahhh…those were the days.

Here my friend and I were, in different stages of our kids’ lives, each of us thinking the grass was greener on the other side of the fence.

Something tells me I’ll look back on this time of my life and sigh too.

Years from now, when my kids are driving and dating (gulp), I have a sneaking suspicion I’ll look back on these times–when my daughter still holds my hand walking home from school and my son still wants me to read to him at night–and think ahhh….those were the days.

I don’t want to miss what’s happening today because I’m too busy looking to the future or reminiscing about the past. I don’t want to miss one single second of the wonderful life I’ve been given.

I want to appreciate it.

I want to hold my daughter’s hand a little tighter and read to my son a little longer. I want to give my husband a sweeter kiss when he walks through the door. Because the grass I’m standing on is green and lush and beautiful, right where I’m at.

Sometimes I just need a little reminder.

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Giveaway winner and parenting workshop

Hi everyone,

I’m just popping in to announce the winner of the giveway for Lynnette Kraft’s beautiful book, He Heard Hannah. Congratulations to commenter number 6, Missy Rose Ewing! (Missy, send me an email with your informaton so I can arrange for you to get a copy of Lynnette’s book!)

I’ll be away from here for a few more days busy at Courage to Be You and also preparing for a parenting workshop I’m doing on Saturday. If you’re local (Northern California), you can find out more about the workshop or sign up here. It’s going to be a lot of fun and I’d love to see you there!

I’ll be back next Monday for Mom-Monday!

Talk soon!

How to relax and de-stress: 3 easy tips anyone can follow

1. Rest your head.

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2. Notice the beauty that’s right in front of you.

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3. Take time to daydream.

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Have a relaxing and stress-free day everyone!

I’ve got a busy week ahead (I’ll need to remember this relaxing advice!) so I won’t be hosting Mom-Monday next week, but I’ll be back after that and I’ll post the winner of He Heard Hannah as soon as I get back. :)

photo credit: My daughter! I loved these shots that she took of Bailey so much that I just had to use them! And, let me tell you, Bailey is stress-free as they get!


For more “Wordful” / Wordless Wednesday photos, stop by Angie’s SevenClownCircus, Parenting by Dummies, 5MinutesforMom, A Beautiful Mess, Dagmar’s Momsense, Liveandloveoutloud, and Andthenshesnapped.

Separation Anxiety – At Home and Out of Sight

Today for Mom-Monday, I wanted to share a great article by my friend Elizabeth Pantley, author of the No-Cry series of parenting books. For those of you who have kids who have experienced separation anxiety (and we all have at one point, right?), I know this article will be a big help!

Separation Anxiety – At Home and Out of Sight

Do you find it impossible to take a shower, work at your desk or even use the bathroom without your little one tagging along, or crying if you leave the room without him? This aspect of separation anxiety is very common. The good news is that all children eventually outgrow this phase, but you can move things along by using some of the following ideas.

Play the door game
You can practice safe separation by playing a game. Start by making animal noises. Have your child guess the animal, if pre-verbal encourage him to echo you. Once he has the gist of the game, sit him on the floor near a door and hide behind it. Play the game and pop out with each sound. Then play again with the door closed. Once this becomes familiar can make a few noises if you’re in another room. Not only will he have fun, it will show him that you can be in the room with the door closed and everything is just fine.

Have practice sessions
Rather than wait until you must be separated from your child, set up short practice sessions throughout the day. Allow another person to engage your baby in playtime. Then slowly back up and sit a few feet away – smiling but unengaged. After a few minutes get up and leave the room for a minute or two, coming back before your child gets upset, and making a happy entrance, “Looks like you two are having fun!” Slowly build up      the time to five minutes, fifteen minutes and so on. A few practice sessions each day will help your child deal with longer necessary      separations.

Get your child occupied in play
Before you leave the room get your child involved in an activity, then have another adult take over while you step back. A great activity is      looking out the window at the trees, neighborhood or wildlife, as your child’s focus will be outside and away from you. Once they are engaged,  you can make your exit and allow the two of them to continue playing.

Allow your baby independent time
Throughout the day encourage your baby’s independent play. Often babies are so endearing to us that we don’t realize that there are times we can and should encourage a bit of independence – it’s good for your baby to learn that she can entertain herself. Begin to notice when your little one is happily occupied with a toy without your direct involvement. When you see this, step away from her. These solo-play sessions will pay off when you take that one step further and she can’t see you in another room.

Create a special box of toys
Decorate a cardboard box, or purchase a small colorful box with a lid. Fill it with an assortment of new and interesting toys. Pull out this      surprise box of toys only when you need to separate at these times, such as when you are working in your home office or showering. When you are done close up the box and put it away for next time. Rotate the items in the box so that it always contains something new and interesting. Make it an exciting part of your routine and soon your child will be looking forward to it.

Allow others to have more time with your child
Very often a child becomes particularly needy with one parent above all other human beings. This is often because that is the person who tends to his basic needs nearly all of the time. If this is the case, that one person becomes a security object, so it’s unfair to be the daily constant in his life and then ask him to separate from you happily when you need him to. If you find that nearly all of your child’s waking hours are spent      with you, try to find ways to have your spouse, partner, babysitter or grandparent spend more time alone with your child. Experience will build security and your child will come to know that other people are also capable of meeting his emotional and physical needs.

–Excerpted from The No-Cry Separation Anxiety Solution by Elizabeth Pantley (McGraw-Hill). For more information and excerpts:  http://www.pantley.com/elizabeth/

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One woman’s gift: A story about what happened at the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure

Every year, we do the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure with my mother-in-law, a breast cancer survivor.

Here’s a picture of us before the race a couple of years ago:


Most of Mike’s family was there that day, along with our kids.

It was an incredibly inspiring morning.

And in the middle of thousands of people who came together to make a difference that day,
there was one person

who did one little thing

that made a big impact…

I’m so honored to be able to share the rest of this story over at MAMAPEDIA VOICES  today – a great site for moms!

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My mother-in-law and one of my best friends (Lisa) are breast cancer survivors so this post is close to my heart! Stop on over, say hi, read about what happened. I look forward to seeing you there!