Last week I was making my usual sweep through my precious one’s phone: checking texts and Instagram accounts and all the things. He looked at me and said, “Mom. When I am going to have some privacy on that thing?” I am still giggling about that question. Lord, I love these small humans in my house. Here’s a more articulate version of my reply: “Well, honey. Requesting privacy on the internet is sort of like requesting privacy in the middle of a baseball stadium during the World Series. Both the internet and baseball stadiums are—by very definition—very public places. If you say…
THERE YOU ARE!
I try to live by this little quote I read years ago: “There are two types of people – those who walk into a room and say: ‘Here I am!’ and those who walk into a room and say: ‘There you are.’” The idea of there you are is how I make decisions about what to post on Momastery and on all of my social media accounts. Before I post, I ask myself: Is this self-serving or others-serving? Does this post say: LOOK AT ME, or LOOK AT US? These questions have served as good guides for me. My essays about me are…
How to Be a Friend to Yourself
Okay, I only have a hot second here which is why I used this particular picture that has nothing to do with anything. Yes, that’s my office. I’m doing the best I can. I need to talk to my canaries. (My depressive, anxious bunnies, bi-polars, addicts, sensitives, woo-woos… all of you—listen to me for a moment.) We are the best people ever. Really. But only if we get help. Our fatal mistake is not getting help. When we try to control our own internal fire we are exactly like a heart patient who has decided to perform open heart surgery…