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- New Mom Returns to Work
- Baby Boot Camp
- Lessons You Don’t Learn in School
- How to Travel with Baby
- Speech Therapy Updates
Social networks strongly support happiness. They mean a few people (or several hundred in some cases if you’re very popular on Facebook:) ) know how you’re doing and vise versa. They can help drive purpose and accountability in our lives.
If you recently moved to a new neighborhood or just want to broaden your network, consider volunteering in something that interests you or is just convenient. That’s how I got involved in our local fashion show.
Disclaimer: every person has different diet and exercise needs that only a doctor may best guide.
I have always had a lot of energy, but did not play high school sports – debate team was my speed so I am good in an argument. 🙂 I started to exercise in college during my party days. Although I still have fun (different kind of fun), my priorities started to shift in my middle twenties toward overall wellness. My exercise intensified with race training, which was never for speed, but rather the goal, which had positive benefits such as to de-stress and clear my head from worry.
Life sometimes means you have to balance competing priorities (work, play, etc.), which is often a juggling act. That may translate to chaos, which can be a whirlwind of unorganized activity… Below is a snapshot of the chaos and lessons learned that was our two boys and me as we spontaneously went to the park on Earth Day. Our big take away is a few quiet hours reading at home with the babes can be even better than forcing a park trip – especially when they’ve already had fresh air and class at the Park District. It helps to slow down to enjoy and savor the baby’s first smiles and sweet sounds as well as our two year old’s new discoveries.
We live near a new and contemporary church that is non-denominational, which seems to soft-sell happiness. It also seems very popular. That may mean some people want to believe in happiness and follow it as a way of life or philosophy. A lot of people think of “happiness” as feeling good, which seems to be a safe bet. Sunday’s Styles section of The New York Times article about Dr. Sonja Lyubomirsky, psychology professor and author at University of California at Riverside, shares a few good nuggets (see below for them in my words) as food for thought. Do you buy into this happiness thing?
Change is scary. Ours happened a week ago today. And, it was the worse kind. We did not see it coming. It totally blind sighted us. In hindsight, the signs were there.
We ignored our two year old Andrew’s cries for help from his change agent: the crib. It turns out he wanted his very own big boy room before his baby brother was even born eight weeks ago. He knocked down his “ANDREW” letters that we carefully hung over his crib. Letters or anything that can be reached or fall should never be hung over the crib.
Andrew destroyed his Curious George decals from his crib that my husband beautifully arranged. It did not seem malicious. He tugged at them as if a game and then put them back together even after they were in pieces.
Our big family change crescendoed when Andrew climbed out of his crib repeatedly for me during nap time. That deprived me of those two hours of “free time” during his nap with our contained newborn in toe. My to-do list keeps growing and my naps are also a thing of the past…
Our oldest now only sleeps in his crib for Daddy. My husband, the athlete between us, is impressed with our son’s strength and caution while demonstrating how he climbs out… Bragging rights aside, we will have less parental freedom with our oldest out of his crib. That will be a huge change. My husband is converting his crib to a toddler bed this weekend. Hopefully, we can get him back on a nap schedule and he will be safe with any and all climbing!
The secret to aging gracefully is acceptance, which helps nurture your most positive self. That allows you to focus on peace of mind, spirit, and body. My Mom’s Mom embodied that well being until she passed away in her late eighties. Even then she had perfect posture, applied her Oil of Olay daily and lined her lips every morning. She embraced who she was. She did not try to get rid of her smile lines, crows feet or talk about extra pounds. They represented her laughter, meals with loved ones, trips she shared, and struggles she overcame when a vacation was not in the budget. She was rich with loving family and friends.