While writing a little love note to the newest man in my life- Cooper- I was thinking about this: There are many days I wonder what I am teaching my son, what I should be teaching my son. I spend a good deal of time thinking about being a purposeful mother. I know that it is inevitable that he will turn out like me in many ways, but what are the good things he will learn from me? What are the qualities about me that I should try to keep him from assuming? How will I know if I am even steering him in the right direction? There are a lot of things about being a Mom that I will always wonder if I am getting "right", but I realized that I've got one thing going that I want Cooper to learn from me- love. For all the "what ifs" of motherhood, I feel certain that he will grow up knowing he is truly loved. I hope that he takes the love that we give him and uses it for all that he can. To feel secure, to feel important, to feel worthy, to know that there is always something worth living for, and to give it away as it is given to him.
Happy Valentine's Day! Tell someone today how much they mean to you!
Isn't that one of the hardest things? This morning was my first day back at FitWit after a week's worth of turning the alarm off and going back to sleep. Aka, me not going to bootcamp. Just wanted to put that out there and be honest.
I think that staying motivated is a tough thing for a lot of people. I start out strong, move along and make a little progress, but inevitably something goes awry and a set-back takes the wind out of my sails. This time, it was going out on the weekend (on a much needed date with Bryan) and eating and drinking things I should not be having while trying to lose weight. Four margaritas, anyone? I won't even add up the calories. Ugh. But anyway, the important thing is to not lose sight of the goal, to remind myself why I started this journey in the first place, to think about how good I will feel 20 pounds lighter, and to continue on the path I started. So, today I went back, pretty much as scared as the first day of camp. It was hard, but it wasn't unrealistic. And I felt great afterwards. I can do this. I will do this.
I'm a 32 year old Momma. I live in Atlanta with my sweet baby boy, my cute husband, my happy-go-lucky pup and my naughty cat. I love family, friends, cooking, and the beach. Feel free (obligated) to leave me a comment!