This is something i always try to remind myself when my two year old is having one of his crazy toddler meltdowns. .
i always try to respond to his tantrums with a gentle calm voice, hug and touch. so he knows i am his quiet safe space amidst the chaos. ✨💙
of course that may always not happen ! that little b****r can get under mamas skin like no other but i always always remind myself if i were to respond with yelling or getting upset what is that teaching him?
he is my everything and i must admit i am terrified for mila to get a little older then i have two toddlers on my hands. 😱 oh boy!! . .
🌻you belong among the wildflowers🌻
year after year i’m continually captivated by the resiliency and beauty of our texas wildflowers. this winter i thought “surely they’ll lay dormant, hide out in their soft, safe haven below ground after all they’ve endured...august’s torrential flooding, january’s bitter cold.” i wouldn’t blame them. when i find myself in a season of suffering, oftentimes i’m inclined to hunker down, quietly retreat into my “comfort” zone. scroll. click. compare. numb.. .
and yet. here they come, more prolific and vibrant than ever before. blankets of bluebonnets, fire wheels, indian paintbrushes, pink evening primroses and spiderworts, peeping through crevices in the concrete and dotting the roadsides where speeding cars hurry from a to b. and the crazy part is, as much as we proud texans want to ...we cannot assume credit for any of their untamed beauty. maybe a little roadside cleanup. but that’s about it. they re-emerged of their own accord, facilitated by the great artist’s generous design. .
i believe god gave us these wildflowers to teach us. what they’re teaching me this year is this: no matter what storms come my way, in time i can emerge even bolder and brighter than before. if i fully embrace the dampness of the rain and the stinging bite of winter’s cold, at times just holding on for dear life and trusting the sun will one day shine again, i’ll bloom again too. .
as a mother, my prayer is that my daughter finds her own place among the wildflowers. and when i’m tempted to prune and tame (likely daily), i’ll remember that flowers only begin to die once they’re cut. my house may look prettier for a few days, but then it’s all a mess of faded petals and wilted stems. just a little roadside cleanup. wait and watch.