Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Power of WORDS


I can remember it like it was yesterday.  One of the most meaningful and influential memories of my childhood. A moment in my life that not only changed the way I saw myself at the time but that shaped who I would become as an adult.  It was fifth grade.  My teacher was Mrs. Lopez.  One day she asked all of us to take out a blank sheet of paper.  On the top of our papers we were asked to write our names.  Then she explained that we were going to be passing the papers around and writing down one positive word that described the person's name at the top of the paper.  We would pass the papers until ours came back to us.  Before starting the activity, Mrs. Lopez helped us brainstorm a list of words that we might want to draw from.  We all took turns raising our hands and coming up with words that a fifth grader would like to be seen as:

smart
nice
kind
athletic
funny
loving
considerate
beautiful
pretty
handsome
helpful

Normal words.  Bland.  Nothing special in the big world of words but they were a big deal to us.  I can still remember how excited I was to see what my classmates thought of me.  I knew we weren't allowed to write anything negative so all the words on my paper would be good words. Words some of us needed to hear.  I wasn't alone in my excitement and anticipation.  With each pass of the papers, there was an exchange of whispers about who had what paper even though the activity was supposed to be done in silence.

With each new paper I got, I tried hard to come up with the perfect word for that person.  The more POSITIVES I gave out, the better I felt about ME.  It was an activity that created so much happiness and good feelings.  With each "Pretty" or "Beautiful" I wrote down, I wished for someone to write the same about me.  The other words mattered too  but I heard many of them often enough.  Smart.  Funny.  Creative.  I knew I'd get plenty of these words.  Not so much with Pretty.  I didn't think of myself as Pretty.  Certainly not Beautiful.  And this probably affected how I felt about myself on the inside too.  Everyone needs someone in their life that tells them that they are beautiful (certainly not referring to only physical beauty).  It surely meant a lot to me in my awkward fifth grade world.

Once the papers were almost around, our teacher collected them early.  WHAT?!  I didn't even get to see my paper.  The class broke out into a string of sighs.  Our disappointment palpable.  We were incredibly eager to know what our papers said.  Mrs. Lopez assured us that we would see them soon.

It wasn't more than a day before we saw them.  There they were.  All lined up outside our classroom wall.  Each kid had a piece of tagboard with their school picture on the middle of it.  Around the picture, Mrs. Lopez had written down all of the words that described us.

It was a struggle to get close enough to the bulletin board to see our words but everyone happily waited their turn while trying to sneak a peak at THEIR SPECIAL WORDS.  Then I saw mine.  So many wonderful things.
Positive.
Uplifting.
Affirming.
Even though the words were probably similar for each person, they were still OURS.  These were words that described us! Words that said what our peers thought of us.  And then I saw them....

Pretty
and
Beautiful
and 
Strong

To this day, I know in my heart that that was one of the first moments in my life where I truly felt beautiful. And smart and strong and all of the other words I read on that paper.  I'm sure my mom and family told me that they thought I was wonderful and beautiful, etc.   Sure.  That's what family is supposed to think. But to hear that from my peers?  From my teacher?  From people that aren't my family but people I see every day?   This felt special.  And it stayed with me for ALWAYS.  It was a moment that changed me forever in realizing the POWER of WORDS.



For every year of the eight years that I taught before staying home with my kids, I always did this activity.  And every year I recognized the same excitement and wide-eyed anticipation in my students that I had when I did this activity.  I knew that there were some student that would need this more than others, but without a doubt, I believed every. single. student would be given a gift when they received "Their Words".  And yes, I took the papers early and wrote them down on a special piece of paper.  I'd be lying if I said that I didn't add a word or two on my own but they never had to know that.  I remembered how important it was for me to see
certain words.
And how it made my heart fly when I did see those words.  Who knows if my teacher wrote down some of the words on her own or if they were all from my classmates.  It doesn't matter.  What matters is that it changed the way I saw myself.
Because
of
those
WORDS,
I began to blossom in a way I had never done before. I saw myself differently.  I had a new sense of confidence.

Words continue to hold such power in my life.  Really, words are powerful in all of our lives.  The words we think.  The words we write and speak.  They hold power.  I was reminded of this again today as I found myself in GRUMPY MOM MODE where I was muttering under my breath and thinking to myself what a little brat my son was being.  There was a storm of words running through my head:
brat
punk
bad choices
difficult
exhausting.

Then I caught myself.  Wow!  If I'm thinking all of these words about him, he's got to be FEELING these things.  And then giving me more of what I'm already labeling him to be.  So, before I went about my "To-Do"s, I stopped myself, grabbed some sticky notes and scribbled down some positive words about my sweet boy.  I instantly felt more positive about him and myself.  While I was at it, I scribbled some words about everyone else in my family and then made a sticky note for myself.  This was just a sloppy jotting down of words but I did go back later and add to them once I realized how many meaningful words I could think about each of my kids and my husband.  Perhaps I'll write them down for them to have in their rooms or do something else with them.  In the meantime, they are in the kitchen for me to see.

Notes...words...power messages...having these things up where I can see them is part of having more of them! These are just a few of the notes I have up in a visible place. Sometimes I find myself only pointing out the negative flaws in my kids (and myself)...the things I'd like them to work on. But I'm trying to be more intentional by focusing on, acknowledging and celebrating more of the character traits that ARE WORKING and WONDERFUL (in myself and others).

Words truly do hold power.
The words we tell ourselves about US.
The words we communicate to others.  They matter.
The words we think about life, what we are doing, who we are, what life has in store, our goals, the people around us.
So Powerful.

I whole heartedly believe that if we choose to be more conscious of and intentional with the WORDS we use with ourselves and others, we have the power to make amazing things happen
as
Mothers
Athletes
Friends
Teachers
and
So. Much.  More.


Amanda


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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Random Running Bullets

Time for some random bullet posts.  Because I want to blog but I have nothing specific to say.  Because this head of mine is FULL.  Full.  But a good full. And because I don't feel like writing in paragraph form where I try to avoid starting sentences with But, And, and Because.  So, I think that clearing my head out a bit with a hodgepodge of stuff might help give me a little more focus with my thoughts.  Besides, I love writing bullet posts.  No pressure to stick to any cohesive thought. I will however stick to RUNNING related bullets.


  • I'm running.  A little bit.  Like maybe 30-35 miles a week. 
  • I love running.  I love the endorphins and tired happy feeling I get from running.  I love how it clears my head and allows my heart to open up.  I love running.  
  • But
  • Running takes a lot more work these days than it used to. At least on these hills. I guess I'm still in that mode where I am tired of training hard but yet having something to train for can be a source of motivation that I like having.  
  • I'm kind of training LIGHTLY for the Savannah Rock n' Roll Marathon on my birthday (November 9th). 
  • I say "Kind of" because I'm so noncommittal these days.  This whole "train for fun" thing might not be so fun for me because really, marathons aren't so fun when you think of it.  I mean, if you're not prepared and well trained, a marathon can really SUCK.  Far from fun. But if you're trained adequately (and that takes focus and commitment), a marathon can be one of the most powerful things in life!  It still hurts, but it can definitely be fun and rewarding.  
  • So, I might need to either step it up a notch and make set a goal or just do the half instead.  THAT sounds a lot more fun. And A LOT easier on my body.  Especially if I'm going to be running a spring marathon.  
  • Spring Marathon.  Might be Boston.  But honestly, since I ran Boston this year for "fun" (again, still not so fun at the end) and didn't push myself too much because of my low iron and having just done Napa Valley Marathon, my time wasn't what I think I'll need to get in again.  Obviously, nobody knew that there would be bombings and that it would be so hard to get in this coming year.  So I'll be very surprised if I get in with a 3:35:xx even if my qualifying time was 3:40.  I think it will be TOUGH this year.  
  • If I don't get into Boston, I have hopes that I'll still be there to cheer my husband on!  He's trained so smart and so hard and it's almost time for his marathon where he will put it all out there and go for it!  
  • My body feels okay  now.  The thing that is tricky is that once the mileage increases, I tend to skip the important things like core work, strength, etc....the stuff that helps us stay injury free.  I've GOT to make time for this stuff!  It's important.  

  • My paces are okay.  Just okay.  I haven't done any speed or fancy workouts.  Just running.  I did a pace run the other day and that felt good ...5 miles@7:31 pace.  But my attempted 14 miles this past Saturday SUCKED!  I ended up with 11 miles@ 8:15 average but I felt like HECK! Might have been the beer and pizza the night before and the fact that I was running mid day but it still sucked!   I should have been shooting for an 8:30ish average considering my fitness level right now.  My 10 miles @ 8:09 average just 2 weeks earlier felt fantastic though.  In fact, I have that run to thank for even thinking of training again.  
  • So, maybe it's a good idea to be less WISHY WASHY with my training if I'm going to do it.  And more sticking to a plan man. Or just truly running for fun and cutting the distance for Savannah to a fun half. 
  • My husband is trying to convince me to get into more trail racing.  He wants to do ultra races.  And he'd love if I jumped in on that with him.  I have to wrap my head around this idea but I could see myself really falling in love with ultra trail racing if I had the time.  I do LOVE to get out and run on the trails.  I always feel happy when I have an excuse to slip on my Brooks Cascadias or PureGrits and take in the beauty of the trails.  Nothing quite like that.  

  • This GIRL is super inspirational to me lately.  Her energy is contagious! Love seeing her pictures  on Instagram and Facebook. And love watching her reach her goals!  Thank you Jessica!  
  • Lots going on in the motherhood and life department! But that's for another post.  Lots of reading, exploring the Blue Ridge Mountains, getting the kids started in school, and reminding myself of the things that really matter in life.  I'm excited for this chapter in my life.  This one. Not the last one or the next one but the one I'm in right NOW!  It's off to a great start!  


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Friday, August 23, 2013

Motherhood Tantrums. We All Have Them.

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Why is it...
that when we are really losing our shit as moms...like REALLY throwing a huge mommy tantrum where we are setting every possible bad example for our kids...every example of HOW NOT TO ACT when you don't get your way... it's like our real self, our higher self, is sitting inside  looking out at the storm, shaking the head with a "tsk tsk tsk" knowing full and well what a complete and ridiculous ass of a mom we are being,
but
we
can't
stop
ourselves??

Slamming of doors
Huffing and Puffing
Yelling
Crying over a broken vase (an accident)
Wearing the puckered up, wrinkled eyebrow Cry Face (so glad nobody was filming me).
Demanding that my house stop being taken apart as soon as they get home from school even though   they are clearly using their imaginations.
Being completely unreasonable about the couch cushions being taken off to be used as a fort.


A dust of angry Mom Storm.

And through all of it, I'm fully aware of myself and what I SHOULD do.  I know that I'm an exemplifying the opposite of every "good parenting behavior" I've read about in all those stupid mom books (okay, so not stupid).  I know that I'll have to apologize later for this mommy meltdown.  I'm aware that I'm giving new meaning to OVERREACTING.

But
I
just
Don't
Stop.

Until I'm done, I feel better, and all three kids are hiding in their room writing "sorry" notes.  I'm wondering if they are writing the "sorry" notes because they really feel bad or because they know that these notes are just the perfect thing to make me FEEL AWFUL about my bad mom fit. Or maybe a bit of both.

Either way,
It all ends okay.

  • Kids say sorry,
  • Mom cleans up glass while bitching about how she can never have anything nice in this house because kids break everything.
  • Mom says sorry and turns the whole thing into a teachable (laughable) moment on how not to act.
  • Kids forgive.
  • Mom forgives.
  • Kids go back to their harmless and imaginative mess making while turning their bedrooms into miniature houses fully equipped with kitchen (including plates, food, and silverware), couch cushions for the couch, and who knows what else.  
  • I've removed myself from the situation, given up the idea of a clean and organized house (why did I even attempt such things?!) and decided to put myself outside in a time out and blog (VENT) on the front porch.  I'll deal with the mess later and pretend that they are the ones cleaning it up.  
Gosh, it sure sucks when we reach these rope ends of motherhood.  When we lose our shit.  Blow our tops.  Act like small children that need a nap and ate too much candy.  

But even though it sucks, we all need to have moments where we blow off some steam, act a little ridiculous, laugh about it afterwards and then not beat ourselves up about it because:

  1. Motherhood is HARD
  2. Throwing a fit feels GOOD sometimes
  3. Our kids are better off in the long run if they get to see that life and people are full of imperfection.  It's good for them to see their parents lose it and act a little nuts at times (within reason).  And it's good for them to see how we respond AFTER our bad behavior...when we come back and say "Gee kids, Mom really acted a little crazy here.  I'm sorry, I guess I'm just having a bad day.  Will you forgive me?"  
Oh, and the longer I am lucky enough to enjoy this Motherhood gig,
the 
MORE
am 
so darn thankful 
for 
RUNNING!  

Bring on the long run!  14 miles tomorrow will do the trick. Then I'll be too tired to throw any huge Mommy Fits.  Or maybe not.  

Happy Friday,
Amanda