Enjoying The Now

If I could reverse the hands of time and have a heart-to-heart with the mama I was just five short years ago, I would tell her this: Recognize & Rejoice in the season of Motherhood you are currently in. For all its worth. Surrender freely, Tiffany. 

There is a time and purpose to every phase in your life. Just as we can't enjoy autumns vibrant colors in April, or picnic on a soft grassy lawn in January, neither can we expect to have all the treasures of a lifetime of seasons packed into today...to be constantly wishing away the current season, because the next season seems more appealing, is to miss the fragrance of lilacs after spring rain because you cannot wait for barbecues by the pool. ~from the book, Deliberate Motherhood. #nowisnow

xoxo,

Tiffany

It’s Just A Bunch Of Hocus Pocus

Winifred Sanderson: My ungodly book speaks to you. On All Hallow's Eve, when the moon is round, a virgin will summon us from under the ground. Oh oh! We shall be back, and the lives of all the children of Salem will be mine!

[All three witches cackle]

Winifred Sanderson: Twist the bones and bend the back

Sarah, Mary Sanderson: Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca

Winifred Sanderson: Trim him of his baby fat

Sarah, Mary Sanderson: Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca

Winifred Sanderson: Give him fur black as black, just

Mary Sanderson: Like

Sarah: This!

October 

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

Tomorrow they may form and go.

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow.

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know.

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away.

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—

For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Where The Wild Things Are

"Faith includes noticing the mess. the emptiness, and discomfort -- and letting it be there until some light returns." --Anne Lamont 

Motherhood. This is my job. The one I am blessed to do every damn day. It never ends. It is constant. I might feel stressed, overwhelmed, and exhausted at times -- but I will hold my tongue. Not give negativity any airtime. And only speak into existence words that help and not hinder me. There are moments when I fail and moments where I fall -- but I will not break. I can do this. And I can do this well.

The kids were feeling beyond frazzled today -- hopping into the car straight out of the doors from school in a funk. A heavy week of school weighing down on their souls. And I'm convinced that having TOO much electronic time makes them more moody - more frazzled - and causes more chaos than needs to be in our household. 

Being home only a few short hours from school - bringing in the weekend - and hearing my kids shouting at each other and one in tears - I decided to unplug everyone and take them out to the woods until the sun sets. 

I'm convinced that the crisp autumn air and the smell of pine can cure any funk -- and sure enough, it cured my kids. 

The boredom and the weight of the week melted away as they found magical wizard staff's and jumped into a good ole' sibling duel of magic and imagination. 

We soaked in the fresh air and watched the dead leaves drift down from the bare branches. 

Pretty great Friday night in my books.

xoxo,
Tiffany