Full Contact Life

If you know me, you know I love therapy and self help books. I love change. I love the challenge of change. So it will be no surprise that when my son was 9 and decided to take on lying and bullying I took him to therapy. The reason I love therapy is because they take what you say and turn it right back around to you for you to think about and to answer. It is called reflective listening. It forces you to critically think about yourself, your life and what you really want. Therapy is hard. Most people avoid therapy because it is hard. But aren't the hard things in life worth the work and the reward? We had only been in Utah for a little over a year so I was nervous about trying to find a good therapist sooner than later. Literally the first person we went to was a perfect fit. I'm not even going to take credit, it was the Lord. I approach therapy very seriously because I want to get the most out of it I can in the short amount of time we get, so I wrote down the behav...

In the fall of 2014 I took my oldest daughter Aspen out of junior high. We had homeschooled since she was knee high to a grasshopper. When we moved to Utah all my kids wanted to try public school. As I prayed about it I felt like it wasn't wrong, but I didn't feel this push to do it. I felt like it was something we could try, I didn't feel a sense of permanency with it. Aspen started 8th grade and the other people went to the elementary. The first month went okay. In the second month Alora (who was in 6th grade at the time) came home and a few weeks later the dude and then a few weeks later Alexa. It wasn't any one thing, they all just preferred homeschooling. Aspen stayed in junior high for the rest of her 8th grade year. I was not comfortable completely with it but I did not feel strongly to take her out. (I believe that as a mother I must look to God in all things especially those regarding my children. I do not presume to know anything, I look to him in thought ...

The sky is crying this morning. Some call it rain. I have personally always felt like the water falling from the sky was a representation of a release of some sort. The sky like us all soaks up life all day everyday and then it must release the excess. It must cry and let the unnecessary go. As humans for some reason we see crying as a weakness, or at least something too vulnerable to do in front of others. It is something I have always struggled with. I am not sure if it is because as a child I was always told to stop crying, or if it is because society in general is not supportive of that level of vulnerability. I can cry alone but I definitely put on a strong face for others. Would you be surprised to know that I cry everyday? Every morning when I wake up I cry. My body hurts every single day and there is nothing I can do about it. I cry midday when again my body tells me it can go no further and as a mother of 8 I desperately need it to. I cry at night because I know that I mus...