On Being Me

Blogging has helped me .... to be a better "Me."

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I have to think about what I put on here. Is it politically correct? Will it offend people? If so, how many people will it offend? Will it hurt people? Will it help people? Be thoughtful in what you say... (As they say in the movie "Hall Pass" which I laughed my way through this past weekend) "Words can Hurt."

I've learned to watch my words in real life too. I find myself thinking about my words more carefully. Would I be embarrassed if these phrases were made public? If my answer is yes, then i often rethink what I was going to say. I'm just me... just trying to be a better me.

I'm watching my kids scream and fight over a toy because I want them to learn to share. I won't intervene until someone's about to get hurt - because they need to learn to resolve things themselves.

I'm drinking my milkshake that I lied and told the kids was, "Mommy's yucky drink" because I need something that I can enjoy in peace. Every once in awhile I scrunch up my nose just for good effect.


I've got one eye "perma- fixed" on the baby to my side. Always watching for those stinking seizures... but also smiling with contentment at the world's most lovable baby.

I turn the radio up in the car when my kids yell... My music is better.


I play silly games with them and we sing silly songs with Larry (from Veggie Tales) over and over and over.
I encourage the cute mispronunciation of words - because they will soon be over. Right now Andrew calls all tractors "Farm Deer" and Addison likes the song "Hallaloop" (not Hallelujah).

I pray. I read the Bible. and I pray.

Sometimes when I'm angry - I cuss. Today I accidentally said a bad word in traffic. I thought a car was going to hit us, but that would not have been a good enough excuse if the twins would have repeated it to their daddy.

I give my kids stickers and pretend they are Band-Aids.

I think a brush burn is the sign of a good time.

I dance. All. The. Time. It is embarrassing.

I sing. off key. All. The. Time. It is embarrassing.


Sometimes I say the wrong thing. Ok - it happens a lot. But I mean well.

I am a baby lover (but really only my babies), a twin toddler cuddler, a husband adorer (but really only my husband.)

I’m proud of who I’m becoming. I can be better… but I’m learning that living without shame can make you a better person. I’m not ashamed by my flaws. I’m going to embrace them and Live. Out. Loud.



What’s something that you do… that makes you proud – to – not – be – ashamed of?