by Alicea Jones | Dec 5, 2016 | Acceptance, Uncategorized
[embedyt] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SE5KqmCfi9Y[/embedyt] When my daughter was a baby, I used to panic at the thought of being completely responsible for her well being. Yes, I played God. I placed an enormous (and unnecessary) amount of pressure on myself. Now...
by Alicea Jones | Nov 12, 2016 | Rest
I have 20 minutes before I have to pick up Trey. I could vacuum the lawn or prune the rose bushes but I’ll get to that later. Right now, I’m taking a moment for myself. They don’t come that often!
by Alicea Jones | Oct 31, 2016 | Rest
Feeling resentful? Angry? When is the last time you slowed down to check your people pleasing meter? There’s nothing wrong with baking cupcakes for your child’s class or running errands for your parents or making crafts for the Christmas Bazaar. But when we say “yes”...
by Alicea Jones | Oct 23, 2016 | Acceptance
You want someone to know you, really know you and accept you. Not just as a mom but as a person. But exposing yourself is scary. What will people think if they saw all the insecure and imperfect parts of me? The truth is that all of us moms look over our shoulder from...
by Alicea Jones | Oct 16, 2016 | Patience
As a new mom, I often felt like I was supposed to be “doing something” all the time. Buy this new mind-stimulating toy, read the latest book on parenting, search for this or that newest, best, delicious, nutritious organic baby food–even if it meant...
by Alicea Jones | Oct 11, 2016 | Uncategorized
One of the traps that keeps moms from enjoying the motherhood journey more is worry – especially worry that you don’t have what it takes to measure up. Well, let’s ask this question: Who’s holding the measuring stick? We give way too much power to others who will...
by Alicea Jones | Oct 2, 2016 | Uncategorized
Today I took a walk in the neighborhood and found what has always been there: pairs of lime green acorns, budding fruit on a pine and seed pods growing from an unnamed tree. Like my child, these things grow naturally, nurtured by an unseen Hand, not my own. In all...
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