I was in a crummy mood today.
I was down on myself. That little voice in my head wasn't... well... it wasn't a very kind voice today.
The Voice said: What's the matter with you? You're a 35 year old mother of two, you have no business wearing braided pigtails.
You look ridiculous.
And when I managed to buckle the baby's chin INTO THE CARSEAT BUCKLE. (OHMYGAH doesn't that make your hiney cringe?) Ouch.
Cue voice-in-head: What kind of mother ARE you?
And at lunch with Will, I realized I was feeding him a cheeseburger. AND HE HAD PIZZA FOR DINNER LAST NIGHT!
Voice: I'll bet his little 5 year old arteries are already clogging. He'll have YOU to thank for his cardiovascular disease.
My inner voice was sort of bitchy today.
And I let it get the best of me. At least until I saw this:
Yes. I saw the twisted, gnarled bark of a tree.
Just a tree. That's all it took to quiet that voice in my head.
I suppose I should explain.
Oh my goodness, I have a thing about trees.
Trees feel like a little whisper from God to me. A peaceful message from heaven.
And oh how I needed that little whisper today!
Yes. I'll take a whisper from God over that rude voice in my head any day.
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I like the braided pigtails! I am a friend of your brothers and he is always talking about what a great mom/person you are! :)
ReplyDeleteI have really enjoy your blog.
Trees definitely have a way of speaking to us. From one fellow tree lover to another.
ReplyDeleteI found you through your neighbor's blog--Friday Playdate. I wear braided pigtails when I run. It's fine and I'm just slightly older than you so I declare the style A-OK! :) I hear that voice sometimes and gazing at nature definitely brings me back to center. I'm sorry to read that your dear family member is moving far away.
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