#rememberreminder: There Are Many Ways to Say ‘I Love You’
As I close my front door behind me, I hear my daughter Zoey’s feet before I even see her. She scurries across the kitchen floor and then jumps up into my outstretched arms.
“Yay,” she gently sighs as lays her head on my shoulder. “You’re home.”
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‘I love you’ can be said in so many different, wonderful ways, without even speaking those three words: Continue reading “Remember Reminder #16: There Are Many Ways to Say ‘I Love You’”
#ememberreminder: Try Not to Worry So Much
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a worrier.
When I was younger, I worried about getting good grades even though I studied hard. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends every time we moved. I worried that no matter how hard I tried at anything, I wouldn’t be good enough. I worried that my stuffed animals might come alive at night (silly, I know, but there was this one creepy bear…).
Becoming an adult and then a parent have really taken those worrying skills up a notch: I worry about money, my career, making ends meet, being able to provide for me and my daughter, Zoey… I worry about my friends, my family, my loved ones… I worry about my future and my happiness… I worry about Zoey’s happiness, her future, her… well, everything. Continue reading “Remember Reminder #14: Try Not to Worry So Much”
My eight-year-old tan toes curl around the hot, steel edge of a North Carolina bridge. Below me, a creek swirls and cuts against large boulders that line its wildflower banks. The water shimmers underneath the late afternoon sun as a tiny hummingbird zips across my line of vision. It fearlessly pumps its wings against the thick, humid air, ascends higher, and then—just as quickly as it arrived—disappears. I am young enough to believe I can be just like that ruby-throated wonder, so I take a deep breath, spread my own wings, and then—filled with a delicious mix of fear and joy and excitement—I jump. Continue reading “Remember Reminder #12: Live Fearlessly”
#rememberreminder: Speak Up
I remember like it was yesterday: I’d be sitting in school, diligently doing the task at hand—practicing my letters or numbers, writing answers to questions in a workbook, or reading and taking notes—when all of a sudden, the teacher would ask a question. Around me, dozens of hands would raise, ready to provide an answer, and there I would sit.
Silent. Frozen. Unable to lift my own hand from my desk.
That feeling of dread became worse as I got older, when teachers found it more interesting to just randomly call out a student’s name instead of waiting for hands to raise. Don’t call on me, don’t call on me, don’t call on me would play on repeat in my head like a broken record as I tried to make myself smaller in my seat; in my mind, the more I shrunk, the easier it would be to become invisible.
As I child, I was a perfectionist in every sense of the word (admittedly, I still am), so my fear of saying something wrong prevented me from speaking up in school. I didn’t want anyone to think I wasn’t smart enough or good enough or that I wasn’t the perfect student that I so very badly wanted to be.
Because of this, during the 16 years I spent in a classroom, I probably raised my hand only a handful of times. I rarely let my voice be heard.
And funny, when you do something long enough,
it eventually becomes a habit.
Continue reading “Remember Reminder #11: Speak Up”
#rememberreminder: Slow Down
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Our days keep passing us by:
Days filled with
We have to be
in a million
places at once.
from place to place,
sit in mind-numbing traffic,
exhausted & empty.
used to be a time
didn’t move this fast: Continue reading “Remember Reminder #8: Slow Down”