Behind the Couch


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Yesterday I asked my son to tidy the family room.  He gave me the usual groan.  Then I said, “And I want you to put things where they really go this time, instead of down the stairs, up the stairs, in the coat closet, or any of your other usual dumping spots, ok?”  Instead of groaning, he smiled at me this time.  I know his system and he knows I know.  I asked, “Did I cover all the options, so you know that each item needs to go to it’s real home?”  He smiled sheepishly and said, “I guess so.”

Well, apparently I didn’t mention that things don’t go behind the couch, because this is what I found today.  And it made me laugh a little.

You see, I wish I could say that what’s behind the couch is uncharacteristic of the rest of the house, but I can’t.  It would be a lie.  I feel like this is the scenery all over the place, and try as I might, I can’t hold back the tide.  No matter how clean I get it in the daytime hours, the after school explosion is too much.  And sometimes I don’t do so hot in the daytime, and then it’s pretty ugly.

Yesterday my three year old had quite a day.  I got out of the shower and my five year old walked in.  She said, “S. drew all over one of your laptops.  But don’t worry.  We just got some wet toilet paper and cleaned it.”  My response was quite calm.  All I said was “Really?” but my mind was racing.  Wet toilet paper?  On a LAPTOP?  Seriously?

We got that all squared away, talked about water and electronics and about leaving laptops alone.  We went upstairs to start laundry and while I did that, the same little three year old took marker to her pillowcase.?!?!  Why?  It couldn’t have anything to do with a paper shortage.  She had three notebooks right there!

And then came the whopper.  I was sitting in the living room trying to encourage my daughter in her violin practice when there came a strange noise from the kitchen and the sound of a toddler distancing herself from the scene of the crime quite rapidly.  I walked in the kitchen and there were 2 dozen eggs on the floor.  All broken.  Oozing everywhere – in the cracks in the floor, under the fridge, oh it was gross.  And then, while on my hands and knees cleaning it all up, some of my hair fell over my shoulder and then I had raw egg in my hair too.  And then I ran out of paper towels.  And then I ran out of napkins.  And then I was mad.

Perhaps the most awful thing of all, though, was what I did.  I looked at my toddler in frustration and asked, “WHO ARE YOU?”  And she looked at me quite calmly and told me her name.  I was so frustrated with her!  Why can’t she color in coloring books instead of on walls, bedding, computers and her body?  Why can’t she play with dolls instead of scaling counters to open cupboards I can barely reach on my tippy toes to drink bottles of medicine?  (She did that on Saturday.)  Why can’t she wear just one outfit per day instead of soiling everything she owns on the same day that I wash it?  Why?  Why on earth did she need to pull the eggs out of the fridge and drop them on the floor?  (She never did tell us.)  She is such a wonderful child but I cannot understand what is happening in that brain of hers much of the time.

And then I heard someone trying not to laugh.  It was my 15 year old son trying to choke it back.  And I realized that I was the one he was laughing at.  It was me who looked like a fool.  My daughter is three, but I was the one having a hard time acting my age.  I tried not to laugh with him.  I was that mad.  But as I looked at him, I remembered the toddler that smeared a tube of toothpaste into his bedroom carpet, and while I was cleaning it, opened the back door and shoveled all the snow off our back porch into our family room.  (It was a fairly substantial back porch.)   I felt proud of him for being the one who could laugh at the situation, since I couldn’t. I mean, someone needed to!

I guess I’m having a “behind the couch” week.  The kind where things seem to go wrong all over the place and your biggest battle is in remembering all that’s RIGHT in the midst of the mess.

After sitting on the floor for a little while (you can’t go play if Mom can’t trust you), I held my daughter and we talked.  I begged her to do the things she knows are ok to do, to listen to the little voice in her head that says “Mommy won’t like this.”  She went to get her blanket and we cuddled.  She fell asleep in my arms.  She woke up an hour later and needed my arms again.  And at 2 a.m. she came again.  She needed to be reminded that her performance didn’t decrease her worth.

It got me thinking.  Does MY performance decrease MY worth?  The correct answer is no.  But too often I live as if the answer is YES.  We live in a world that ties performance to worth on so many levels, but fundamentally, it’s not true.  My performance with my daughter yesterday didn’t decrease what I was worth to her.  I was the one she came to for love, over and over again after our little incident.  I was humbled by her generosity in forgiving me so fully and without hesitation.  My gratitude journal entry for the day was “I am grateful for the forgiveness of my children.”  I was also profoundly grateful for the opportunity to show an increase of love to her, to reassure her that she is my precious daughter and that I love her so much.   But as mothers and as women, what do we do when we fall into the pit of believing that OUR worth has been decreased by our perceived poor performances?  How do we get out?

I have found that developing the habit/skill of climbing out of that pit is one of the most difficult skills I have to learn in this life.  I’ve become much better at it in the last few years, but it’s still a battle, and this week has been harder than usual.   Today I’m doing three things to try to get out:

1.  Prayer.  I asked for help to feel differently about myself, and for help with making the best decisions.  Perhaps most importantly, I pleaded with the Lord for a heart that was calm.  And then after my prayer, I sat very still until it was.

2.  The beauty of enough.  I wrote a little bit about it last week.  I took a picture of what’s behind my couch.  (I’ll admit I don’t have the courage to post pictures of other rooms.)  I studied the picture and honestly asked myself if anything on the floor behind the couch (or anywhere else in the house, for that matter) can really be big enough to write myself off over.  Nope.  Nothing that important.  I’m reminding myself that sometimes what’s on the floor isn’t nearly as important as what’s going on in people’s hearts.  It’s important to do my best, but the most important work I do will never hang on a wall or keep the floor clean.  It may be that nobody can see what I am doing because what I’m not doing is so painfully obvious.  But if I’m doing enough and if I’m making the best decisions, it will work out.

3.  Smile.  I’m forcing a smile onto my face.   When my children get home in a little while, my face will determine their landscape far more than the housekeeping will.  If it’s cluttered but I’m happy, they’ll be happy too, and we’ll have a better chance at cheerfully fixing it together.  If it’s cluttered and I’m miserable, well, then we’re headed for trouble.  So I’m smiling.  And listening to this song .  Again.  Because it’s true.  It’s true of me and of you.  True of all of us.

So who cares what’s behind the couch?   And how do you climb out?

Jennifer

Aim Higher: Drops of Awesome


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I linked to an amazing post that I read a week or two ago.  It’s really impacted me for the better and I wanted to find a way to share it with my family.

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Then I remembered these vintage medicine dropper bottles that I picked up at a yard sale a few years ago.  I’ve considered getting rid of them several times but never did.  I dug them out of the box they were in and was thrilled to discover I had ten.  The perfect number!

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Out came some ribbon and tiny tags, and soon I had a “drops of awesome” bottle for each member of our family.

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I shamelessly patterned our lesson after the one I’d read about in the post , using a pitcher of water to overflow the bowl when my children were sure we’d never get there with our little drops.

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We talked about how every drop of awesome we put into life brings joy.  It makes us want to work harder.  And it’s an invitation to the Lord to step in and do something awesome with our efforts, things that only He can do.

Now we have ten bottles around the house in bedrooms and other locations as reminders of what we’re after.

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A few of the questions I’ve asked my children since our discussion:

“What can you do to add a drop of awesome to this assignment?”

“Have you noticed others putting drops of awesome into life?  How did it make you feel to see them?”

“Did you notice the Lord turning any of your drops of awesome into something bigger?”

We talked about drops of awesome when my boys had to shovel somewhere around 15 inches of snow off of 8 driveways this week.

We talked about them while cleaning, doing homework, playing instruments.

I hope that “drops of awesome” can become code for “aim higher.”  My children know I’m a fan of excellence, and several of them resent my discussing it.

But drops of awesome are different.  They come just one drop at a time, and I guess life is more manageable for all of us when taken at that rate.

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I love what she writes at the end of the post:  “Small and simple.  Tiny drops.  Go forth.  Be awesome.”

This just might work.  For all of us, myself included.  And I couldn’t be happier!

What will be your next drop of awesome?

Jennifer

My Ten Guidelines for Time


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As I’ve been working on my 2013 goals ( read about my Simple. Quality. goals here) for almost a month now, I’ve done what most of us do in January:  evaluate my use of time.  People always ask me how I “do it all” or where I “find the time” and really, I don’t.  I’m not exactly sure what “it” is, and I know that at the end of the day there’s still plenty of unfinished work at my house.  As for “finding” time, I haven’t yet discovered the secret hiding place of extra time, but I have learned a few things about using the time I’ve been given, which is the same amount that everyone else has been given:  24 hours in a day.  Truly, in that thing, the Lord made life absolutely fair.

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As I’ve evaluated my use of time this month, I want to record a few guiding principles that help me use my time wisely.  When I follow them, I end up feeling happier, more satisfied with my day, and I have a sense of being on target – all feelings I crave.  So here are my 10 guiding principles for using the precious time I have:

1.  Vision
.  I am a mother of eight children, ages 3 to 15.  Life is incredibly intense at our house and it’s easy to be swept away by the noise, the clutter, the drama, whatever.  All of a sudden the day is gone, the week is over, the month is a memory and we wonder if we did anything meaningful.

I need an enthusiastic vision of victory for my family.


My number one tool for preserving and developing this vision is to spend time reading every day from holy text.

I actually have several different things I read every morning, all of which draw me closer to God and remind me what really matters, giving me power to choose wisely throughout the day.  I also find that this activity lessens my inclination to focus on “things” and increases my concern for people.  Really, all my decisions hinge on this habit.

2.  Stay home
.   I have learned that the fewer errands I run, the more time I have.  I’ve also learned that little ones love being at home.  They love having time to play, time to help, time to read stories – all things that are difficult to accomplish when we’re dashing here and there.  It’s also easier to get the laundry done and the house clean and the books read when I’m home.   Really, there’s an awful lot to do if I’m going to be ready to greet my six students when they come home from school, so those hours during the school day are important.  I keep a list of errands to take care of and plan time to take care of them all at once, no more than once a week.  If something must be taken care of sooner, I do it right before I pick up children from school, or during a violin lesson when I have 15 minutes to spare.  Staying home gives me my best shot at tackling my to-do list.  There’s an extra bonus that comes with staying home: it’s awfully easy not to spend money if you don’t go to the store!

3.  The beauty of Enough.

Even when I stay home and work like crazy, I’ve learned it will never “all” get done, especially in a family like ours.  I remind myself that if I’m not able to do everything I want to, I can do “enough.”  I may not be caught up on the laundry, but I can do enough laundry that we’re all wearing clean clothes.  I may not get the house completely clean, but I can clean it enough for my family to feel comfortable and relaxed when they’re here.  As a perfectionist, learning the beauty of enough hasn’t been an easy lesson.  Particularly when I’m running behind on life, I look at our family and ask myself “what would be enough here?” and then take care of the things that will be “enough” for us to function and move forward.  There will be time enough for a spotless house when they’re all grown up.  I want to savor this time, and so enough is often perfect.  When I’ve done enough, that’s my signal to relax with them and enjoy being together.

4.  Recognize and prepare for shifts
.  We all have shifts in our day.  My two most intense shifts are the before school rush, and the after school hours.  I’ve learned to save my best energy for the most intense times of day so I can offer my family my best self when they need it most.  The before school shift requires me to get to bed on time.  The after school hours require me to be completely present, organized, and focused.  This means that I take care of my own needs earlier in the day.  I tackle habit #1, Vision, right after they leave for school.  That’s also when I exercise, take care of phone calls, emails, bills, etc.  Then I move into the cooking, cleaning and tasks of keeping home.  I spend some time with my youngest girls playing games, reading stories, working on the alphabet after lunch, and then tackle any projects I’m working on.  But when the clock strikes 2 p.m. I have to stop everything, gather my thoughts, and shift focus to the busiest hours of the day.

5.  The short list.

When my six students come home from school, they all have different homework assignments to tackle, instruments to practice, chores to do, and after school activities to attend.  Just before they’re out of school, I make a “short list.”  Next to each name I write the #1 priority for that child today and perhaps one or two additional things I don’t want to forget.  Having this short list in hand helps me navigate all the things that come up, all the request that are made, and all the obligations we have without forgetting the most important things.  My husband and I also schedule alarms on our phones to remind us of important conversations we need to have with various children.  Without my short list I end up going to bed wishing I’d remembered this or that.  It keeps me on track with the most important (but often not urgent) things.  The short list also helps me mentally transition before I pick them up and gets me excited to have them all home.

6.  Boundary leadership.

Years ago I read a powerful speech given by a man who has studied organizational behavior and leadership for many years.  He spoke about studying leadership not from the perspective of one leading many, but of leadership moments that occur in transitional moments. The quote I saved says, “Like the green that grows in the cracks of a sidewalk, leadership usually springs to life between activities and at the edges of events”  (Curtis LeBaron).  I loved the terms he used to describe effective leaders as they build individuals in “boundary moments” and “face-to-face leadership.”  Intrigued by these ideas, I began studying my own life to discover where I might uncover more opportunities to be a better leader as a mother.  I quickly realized that most of the time my children spend with me will be “boundary moments” for them, and that these seemingly mundane moments were opportunities for “face-to-face leadership” in our home.  Every time I have them in the car, or as we’re getting dinner on the table, or getting ready for school, or helping them with homework is a time when I have face-to-face opportunities with my children.

I am their boundary,
the one that’s there on the edge at the beginning and ending of almost everything they’re doing.  When I understood this, these times became more precious to me and I became more purposeful about how I spend them.  For instance, I don’t make phone calls during these hours.  I don’t spend time on any projects in the after school hours.  I don’t sit down at the computer and if I do any housework I try to have at least one of my children helping me so I can talk with them.  With this focus, I find I gain a lot of teaching/building time with my children.

7. Memorize something.

We all know the saying, “the days are long but the years are short.”  There will always be more for me to do than I will get done.  There will always be the tendency to think there will be more time in the future than there is now, and to assume that the life we live today will always be ours.  I want to treasure this time.  Every day I remind myself to memorize something, something that may be ordinary but which will one day change.  It may be the curve of my three year old’s cheek, or the handwriting of my first grader, or the humor of my fifteen year old, or just the sight of all of us together at the dinner table.  Whatever it is, I make myself hold still long enough to study it, notice it, appreciate it.  As I’m doing it, I think, “Memorize this.”  This habit helps me live in the present, appreciate what I have right now, and fills my heart with gratitude.  Later that night I record what I memorized in my gratitude journal.

8.  Create and protect “margin.”

Last year I read Richard Swenson’s fantastic book, Margin .  My whole heart responded to the message of the book.  In this ultra busy world, it’s easy to run faster than we have strength.  We feel like we have to be productive every minute of the day.   Eventually we all burn out if we don’t build time into our lives to recharge ourselves spiritually, mentally, physically, emotionally.  Margin is having energy to spare at the end of the day, money in the bank at the end of the month.  It’s the space between our obligations and our resources.  We all need margin.  We do a few things to preserve margin for our family:  We eat dinner together every night.  We read scripture together at the close of every day.  Sunday is a sacred day at our house, a rest from the week’s schedule.  We have a Family Home Evening every Monday night, an evening set aside for being together, learning, playing, building relationships.  When we schedule activities, I try to protect one afternoon each week for my children to come home from school and just be kids.  Margin is where we find time to serve others, time to work together as a family, time to really enjoy the simple goodness of life.

9.  Limit media.

I find that most media falls into three categories:  media that doesn’t support my values, media that is informational but makes me anxious (most of the news programs fall into this category), media that is beautiful and uplifting.  I don’t need any of the media that doesn’t support my values, and a minimum dose of the media that gives me a stomach ache.   I’ve also found that too much of the visual/social media (pinterest, blogs, etc.) can squash my own creativity, or even make me or my family feel like what we have isn’t good enough.  So we don’t watch tv.  I limit my time online, allowing myself 5 blogs at a time to browse, and limit my additional clicks.  I don’t really “keep up” on things, and some would argue that I miss a lot, but I’m happier with less in this area.  Small doses keep me energized by what’s out there, but helps me avoid getting sucked into anything that isn’t a priority.  Limiting media also wins back time to devote to more meaningful things.

10.  One drop at a time.

Not every day works out the way we’d like.  Life erupts and schedules fall apart.  There are too many days when I go to bed feeling like a failure.  I hope you’ll read this post and spend your days putting drops of awesome in your bowl.  None of us is the woman we dream of being, but we have moments – many of them – when we are.  So let’s give ourselves credit for those moments by recognizing them for what they are, thus fueling ourselves with motivation to keep working at it.   Life is too precious to waste our time on negative thoughts or feelings about ourselves or our performance – even in our slow middles .  The more I train myself to treasure the positive and move on, the more time I have to actually become the woman and mother I dream of being.

These ten principles, when lived, bless my life.  They bring beauty, meaning and purpose to the things I do and help me feel like I have been a good steward of the time God has given me.  They help me focus on creating a beautiful family culture which will help every member of our family reach their potential and grow in goodness.

Lest I appear to have it all figured out, let me share how today went.  I came home from taking everyone to school, and spent an unexpected hour shovelling snow off my driveway.  Then my five year old started throwing up and my three year old decided to be grouchy (to make sure she got her share of attention, I guess?).  Both of them wanted me nearby, so the laundry didn’t get done, the fridge didn’t get cleaned out, dinner didn’t get prepped.  I didn’t make a short list today.  My carpet is cluttered with all the things I try to have cleaned up before the clock strikes two.  The school drop off and pick up trips both took twice as long as usual due to the snow, making us late to piano lessons.   My toddler stole her sister’s chapstick and smeared it all over her eyebrows.  Interesting day to write about how I use my time!    And yet,  it wasn’t so bad.  I memorized the sound of my daughter’s breathing as she slept on my lap, noticed the beauty of the falling snow, put a pot of cranberry cider on the stove for us to enjoy.  Drops of awesome!  In the end it’s not about whether we meet our expectations every day or not.  It’s about the direction we’re headed and our determination to try it all again tomorrow. And doing it with love.  Oh, how the blessings flow if we never stop trying!

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