Another week has passed and I find myself looking for Cee’s Share Your World post. Before I open her post I wonder what kind of questions she has in store for us this time. I wonder in which direction they might go. Isn’t it fun how a blog post can make you curious?
Let’s celebrate! It’s official! 100 Tell Me Something Good posts! 100 positive starts into a new week!
I think that really needs a special TMSG post!
So while the rules for the normal Tell Me Something Good post remain the same, I’d like to make this a little bit of a party. Come on over and share a link to a post that you have felt had a positive impact on you. It can be one of your posts, or one you read.
Let’s kick off this week on a positive note. Not just for you but for other bloggers too.
• Mention something that you consider being good in the comments
• Or write a post about it on your blog (please don’t forget the pingback if you do so I don’t miss out and also share the link to it in the comments below). Something good that happened to you recently, or something good you will experience in a little while, or something good you know will happen soon. Something that makes you feel good.
• Share this post and invite your followers as well.
And for this week only: Make it a blogger party and share links of posts you want to share in the comments.
I’ve already shared my good thing, celebrating 100 TMSG posts. But of course we need a bit of a happy dance, as always…
Do I even know where to start? No, I guess I don’t. One of the moms today said to me that she has a stiff neck. She’s feeling the pressure of her life on her shoulders. The stress of her job, dealing with the kids, taking them to activities and being ready for the birthday party of her partner, a man who finally makes her happy after her ex has basically wrecked her trust in relationships.
I saw my friend today. My friend who is fighting for her life while knowing she can’t win. I saw her smile and laugh and have small talk. I saw her leave because she was too exhausted to stay and watch the girls till the end of their game.
Justin Timberlake and Chris Stapleton are singing “Say something” and something about “can’t help myself”, “caught in the middle” and “looking for something I can’t have”, while I read the message of a new found friend of mine who is telling me about the heartache the separation of her parents cause to her. While we don’t share as much just yet, I can feel a frustration with her mother and the sadness she feels for her dad.
And I? I don’t even know where to start. I’m shaken. I haven’t felt like this for a very long time. Can I look my kids in the eyes? What can I tell them?
I don’t know. One in five in Australia. Me too. Words that sound so innocent if you split them up in single words. Together they do not paint a nice picture.
“I was telling my daughter…” was how the message started. It was a message that was sent to me by one of the couple of people I consider my “inner circle” here in Australia. I know her for a couple of years now, all thanks to our daughters. She is one of those women that fill the room with warmth. But she is also a tough nut. She is honest and straight forward. And I guess that’s why people just simply love and trust her. She is also one of the few who know who the Momma behind this blog actually is. So after I posted my “Sleepovers” post she reached out to me. Because that’s who she is. She tells you… and don’t you like it when one of your posts provokes a reaction? So here is what she had to say:
Last year I wrote a post about an interaction of a mom I overheard. I shared my feelings about her harsh words and what it might do to her kids. And now, 12 months on more or less I’ve met her. Had a chat with her while she was outside playing with the kids, being loving, encouraging, soft. It was so beautiful to watch. Maybe she knew that there was a chance I might have overheard this specific moment back then, maybe it was just a coincidence but while the kids were giggling and playing she looked at them and got quiet. She said: “Sometimes it’s so overwhelming to be a mom and I hate it when I lose my temper.”
We’ve all been there. We’ve all lost it. And we’ve all had regrets. We’ve all said things in the heat of the moment we regretted later. And maybe while in some cases they might stick, sometimes they might disappear because all the other moments take over. The moments in which we are who we want to be. The quiet, calm, loving and supporting parent who always is in control of every situation. The super human we so want to be.
Here is the post from back then. I personally read it in another way today than I did after writing it.
You know that I write 2017 every single time I write the title to this post? Seems like I can’t let go of 2017 that easy ;-). Anyway, it’s time to answer Cee’s questions once again. If you have not yet discovered her Q&A, you should really, REALLY head over to her blog. There are heaps of great posts, beautiful pictures and fun challenges over there. So what are you waiting for? But before you leave me, here are my answers to Cee’s questions…
If you have a wonderful story to share, please don’t be shy. Share it with me so I can share it with my readers. Comment with the link or send me your story to firstname.lastname@example.org. But enough now, let’s get to Alice’s story finally…