humans of new york

It's no secret how popular the blog, Humans of New York, is.
Without fail, every time I visit the site, I get sucked in.
This post struck me - because she's the type of mom I want to be.

{via humans of new york}

"hurry up"

I admit that I'm guilty of this.

"Hurry up" aren't the words I use - I tend to be passive aggressive so "hurry up" can be read in my facial expressions, hand gestures and body movements.  I will sweep right past my husband, avoiding eye contact, to make sure he knows I'm in a rush.  My movements are more jerky and abrupt - loudly banging the cupboard doors shut or stomping my feet as I move from room to room. I also sigh a lot - loud audible sighs as I bang and stomp. It's not the cutest picture - but that's me, usually in the morning, when I'm feeling overwhelmed and pressed for time.

And after having my son Sam 6.5 months ago, I find myself having less time than ever and more things to do than ever. I've noticed that he sees his rushed, overwhelmed mom - he stares out from his high chair with Sophie the giraffe in his mouth, observing me quietly as i sigh, bang and stomp. and I've now caught myself sweeping past him a couple of times and it makes me cringe to remember that I did that.  

My husband is a lot better than me at slowing down.  And even if he's in a rush, he rarely lets me know it. And he definitely doesn't let Sam know it. No matter what he's doing, he'll stop and bend down and smile at Sam, or tickle him and try to make him laugh. I'm thankful for his slower pace that offsets my hurried one, as I work to adopt some of that patience for myself. 

It's incredible to realize how much of yourself you want to work to change when you look at yourself through the lens of your child.  

Oh and the passive aggressive thing - yeah, working on that too.

{via huffington post}

noted, thank you

I'm a pretty nostalgic person, so remembering is something that suits me - but I have a horrible memory, unless I write it down. 

So here it is - these are the bits and pieces of the thoughts that fill my life that I want to remember - to read and enjoy, to consider, later on.

welcome.