We had our very first holiday party at our new home over the weekend and it was, by far, favorite party we’ve ever thrown. It was imperfect, don’t get me wrong. I’m sure I unintentionally left people I love off the guest list (I’m so sorry!). I didn’t plan the kids activities very well. Like, I probably should have planned some supervision in the cookie decorating room. . . yikes. (So sorry also for the darling holiday clothes covered in red and green icing and the stomach aches due to ingestion of PURE sugar.) As imperfect as it was, the very best feedback I heard all night was “It was so ‘you’. ” When I asked for clarity about what made it “me”, the answer was that it was such a diverse group of people. Some of them knew one another, but many of them did not. Friends were asking me to …
Last night I made the boys a special offer with the warning that it was a “good news/bad news” scenario. The good news was that if they finished their homework, we could watch a family movie. The bad news (for them)?
It was Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
You can imagine how that went over. Everyone else opted to do other things, but I still wanted to watch the movie because it’s been a very long time since I’ve seen it. In fact, it’s been so long, that I’d forgotten how rough it gets in some parts. It worked out well that the boys weren’t interested because it’s a gritty, real-life portrayal of not only the laughter, fun and shenanigans of a group of lifelong friends, but also of their dark struggles.
It’s a tale of pain, heartache and humanity on multiple levels.
What begins as young girls, sneaking out in their pajamas to tell stories, giggle …
I got in a bit of a bind yesterday, needing to get my dog to the vet, at exactly the same time I needed to be picking up the kids from school. Something had to give. Thank goodness I have a circle of Ya-Ya’s who will come through at the drop of a dime. Just in the last week, the girls in this pic have picked up my kids, hauled my mom’s plants (LOL), talked me off a particularly scary ledge, and mentored me in parenting.
These are the things our Ya-Ya’s do.
I’m also insanely fortunate to have three blood-sisters as my original Ya-Ya’s. We may not see each other as often, but we have a history of life that has joined us inseparably. We would undoubtedly give life and limb for one another, any day of the week.
It’s what sisters do.
I’m so grateful to be building new groups of …
The other day, I was at the school having lunch with my boys when these two bright rays of sunshine came over for a hug. They are like my surrogate daughters, so having them at school with us this year has been so much fun!
Getting to see them interact with each other is teaching me so much.
Peyton came over first to chat and while we were talking, Campbell joined the fun. . . just like this. There was no conversation, no need for a greeting, just arms thrown over and instant engagement. Peyton didn’t skip a beat in her conversation, but her eyes lit up and a smile spread across her lips.
She knew it was her sister.
There is something so special about what sisters share. There is this incredibly strong, but often unspoken bond of love and support. “If you mess with my sister, you mess with me!”
But one of the …
Did you see this parody video from Similac when it came out last year? Oh my goodness, it was pretty funny and it made such a great point.
It was for their “The Sisterhood of Motherhood” campaign. They wanted “to encourage parents to come together and focus on shared goals, not differences.” It’s a playground show-down between parents with firm, but differing stances on how to best raise their babies. One sudden moment of tragedy causes them all to drop their agendas and brings them together as humans, as parents.
“No matter what our beliefs, we are parents first.”
Why is it that sometimes it seems to take a tragedy to soften our hearts and help us see the humanity in one another? I’ve seen it in my marriage. Scott and I can be in a tiff, super frustrated with each other, but it something happens to one of the kids, suddenly we are realigned in the …
It started as just a misunderstanding, really. I said something careless. She took it the wrong way. And we both ended up feeling confused and hurt by the interaction.
I’m sure it’s happened to you, too, probably by that friend that you think of like a sister. Because those closest to us have the most power to wound us. That’s just the way it works.
But entering into the conflict? Addressing it and having the hard conversation? Well, that’s tough. Really tough. In his leadership book, Axiom, Bill Hybels calls it “entering into the tunnel of chaos” and I think that’s the perfect description because you’re going to put yourself and your feelings out there but you don’t know what’s going to happen or how the other person is going to respond. And that’s scary.
Too many times, I’ve chosen to ignore the hurt or the misunderstanding and pretend it didn’t happen. And sometimes, …