I find myself waiting for them. Especially this time of year. With birthdays, holidays, mid-school year reviews and programs… it’s like I’m out of the milestone moments of baby-hood. The ones that happen every few weeks or months.

I find myself searching for the next core memory— thinking it will be this birthday, or baseball season, or holiday… and it might be.

But then I think… scattered through my core memories of childhood are a few major dates here and there- but mostly it is the mundane activity of day to day life, turned exciting or spontaneous by a turn of events, that have held the most real-estate in my long term bank.

The fort I built in the woods with friends… a bike crash in the rain that left a scar I can still faintly recognize… what pretend scenarios I would dream up for my American girl dolls that somehow required a billion outfit changes…

What I’m getting at is this— adults love plans, predictability, routine. Re: me anticipating my kids making core memories— queue God *mic drop*… Life doesn’t happen according to schedule; childhood doesn’t unfold on the calendar.

This season I am trying to lean into the small moments. The ones that happen in passing. The moments that re-center me with a simple hug from one of my little boys. I’m putting my stock in those moments to help shape my little people— as these are the moments that ultimately shape me as a mom.

Motherhood is nothing if not a reflection of childhood. Just people of different ages, navigating the world one day at a time. Kids don’t know what they’re doing… but neither do we most of the time. Learning and growing each day.

Here’s to living in the small moments, mama. Im trying to.

Xx,
MacK

We toe the line… 

All in at work. All in at home. To offer less is simply not enough. And while that truth is extraordinary, it’s often (if not always) impossible to accomplish. Inevitably, we are only human. We have one brain to think, two hands to hold and work and make, two legs to stand and walk and bend and bounce, and one freaking heart— usually overwhelmingly full… of love, passion, grace, empathy… also stress, fear, grief, worry. 

We toe the line… because it often feels like we need to choose. Conform to the mountain of motherhood, or bow to the boss at work. All in. Everywhere. All the time. 

We toe the line… because as women in business; mothers in business, we choose to the be all in at both… even if that means only giving some to all because that’s the best we can do. 

And ya know what? Some is enough. It’s enough for your industry, boss, clients, employees. It’s enough for the little people you love and lead. The ones that watch you work your tail off in and out of the home, and will one day see why you did it. It’s enough. If some is the best, then some is enough. 

…I could stand to practice what I preach— here’s to believing the above, doing our best, and throwing the damn line in the garbage. Standards-shmandards. 

Xx,

MacK