Far from perfect…but was I ever close?

Cackling like a madwoman I snapped this photo of my closet that I had so meticulously organized about a year ago.  My husband and the boys came running to see what was so funny.  Obviously, they were disappointed to find that the source of my humor had nothing to do with bodily fluids or gasses (because that is the only thing that my 3,5 and 7 year old boys find funny).  I was laughing at the reality of the mess.

Here’s the thing,  I love blogging and I love inspiring others.  I read and listen to my own words as much as I write them.  The reality is…I am far from perfect.  I have lots of things I want to improve on, I do get behind on my housework, I also yell at my kids occasionally.  I have forgotten birthday parties, put my foot in my mouth on several occasions and I confess to periodically getting pissed at my husband for absolutely nothing!  I have bounced checks, backed into parked cars, let my kids watch TV all day and accidently passed gas one time in church (in my defense I was only 20- but it still).  I never write my blogs from a place of judgement..we are all in this together.  We are all striving to be the best we can be: as mothers, wives, friends and daughters. Continue reading

Count your blessings.

I often think about how lucky I am to have 3 healthy children. I’m sure many of you reading this right now are nodding your head and counting your blessings too.  At my 20 year high school reunion, I was catching up with a friend who mentioned in conversation, that she has a 5 1/2 year old son who is severely autistic.  I was caught a bit off guard not knowing if I should ask questions or nod in sympathy.  We exchanged phone numbers and I looked forward to talking to her more in-depth once we had a quiet moment.

I want to share Keri’s story because I think we can all find something important from her experience. Continue reading

You never know which decision might change your life forever.

On September 11th, 2001 Denise Berger made a decision that would end up saving her life.   At 8:46 that morning, Denise was working in the South Tower of The World Trade Center on the 103rd floor, when she saw an airplane crash into the North Tower.  At the time, nobody in her building was aware that the collision was a terror attack.  Denise said she saw the plane crash as if it was in slow motion.  Her vantage point was such that she could make out figures sitting in the cockpit.  After the initial impact, she heard several explosions and was fearful that the Tower she was in would catch fire too.  She made a split second decision to get out of the building.  Denise followed her gut and figured she could always go back to her desk later if there was no need to worry.  In addition, Denise was newly pregnant with her second child. Continue reading

If I Had My Life to Live Over

by Erma Bombeck

The following was written by the late Erma Bombeck 
after she found out she had a fatal disease.


If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. Continue reading

Stay on the path.

I guess I thought allowing my kids to “live a little” would be easier for me.  The other day we went to the park.  My kids hopped out of the car and took off running towards the play structure.  Out of nowhere, I yelled, “Hey guys, stay on the path!”  My husband was there to remind me:  “We agreed to let the boys live a little.  Besides, they’re really not hurting anyone in the process of running through the shrubs and dirt.”  Thank goodness he was there, or I might have made the boys get back on the path.

The only explanation I have for my behavior is that I have been “hard-core” parenting for the last six or seven years.  It is difficult for me to back off and let my kids just be…without constant coaching.  I wonder if I am the only mom who has a hard time with NOT controlling every situation.   

Hopefully our neighbors won’t call the police.

Last night my husband and I started our christmas shopping.  My kids gave us their initial Christmas list (which will grow threefold by the time Christmas actually rolls around).  At the top of each boys list was a drum set. They were probably thinking the sound of the drums would drown out my nagging voice.  

My boys do love music.  My youngest son, Cade, has been using a Tinker Toy lid and 2 wood Tinker Toys as his drum set for about 6 months.  And he loves to get his older brothers together to play rock band.  So, Brad and I headed off to Toys R Us in search of drums.

Initially, my husband pulled a small wood drum from the shelf, threw it in the cart and started to move on. “HOLD IT!” I exclaimed, what about the other 2 boys.  “They can all share that drum, right?” he responded. We perused the drums, with Brad trying to get me to buy something small and sensible.  Then, I came to a gorgeous blue 5-piece drum set.  It was on sale too.  Obviously, no parent in their right mind buys a 5-piece drum set for a house full of 3 boys.  Well, I have to say, I must be a great sales lady, because somehow I convinced my husband that we had to buy this drum set: symbols, special seat and all. Continue reading

Dishes, exercise, laundry, cooking then blogging.

The last two weeks I have questioned if I have what it takes to keep The Inspired Mom interesting, growing and inspiring.  This past month I have been focusing on daily survival vs. the bigger picture.  Feeling overwhelmed and short on time to dedicate to my site, I started to wonder if anyone cared what I had to say.  When I asked that question out loud my two year old and my cat were the only ones around.  I asked them,”Do you think anyone really cares about my blog?”  I do believe that speaking the words gets a better response than just thinking them (even if you are in the room alone).

While I didn’t get response from Cade or Roxy (the cat), I did get a phone call the next morning from one of my good friends who told me that she overheard someone else talking about my blog. Continue reading

Read about Lisa Mittleman’s fight against breast cancer.

At the beginning of the school year, I learned that a mom in our kindergarten class was diagnosed with breast cancer.  Her diagnosis came just as I was publishing the story of Jill Coons.  Lisa has kept all of her friends updated on her blog hosted by CaringBridge.  I find it very comforting to be able to get updates from her whenever she knows anything new.  Also, this saves her having to explain what is going on over and over to concerned friends.  Click here to read the latest news about her battle: Lisa Mittleman.

You are only as strong as your purpose, therefore choose reasons to act that are big bold and eternal.- Barry Munro

Finding the right words to say what I want to say about Jania Fox is somewhat challenging.  My fingers have been sitting on the keyboard for about 5 minutes.  I type, then erase, then type then erase.  I am challenged because she was reluctant to let me share her story.  I appreciate her modesty,  but I hope she will feel better once realizes that her story might help one of my readers take a step towards their goals as she herself has done.  

I heard that Jania was training for a half marathon in San Francisco with the Luekemia and Lymphoma Society when she sent out an email to her friends looking to raise $5,000 dollars.  She made a brief mention of the fact that she lost her father to Lymphoma when she was in high school.   When I asked for more information, she shared that her dad was quite sick for a period, yet she remembers his strength and focus on the kids.  She said, “He was incredibly brave.  Even though the Chemotherapy wreaked havoc on his body, he dedicated himself to taking care of my mom and his six children until the end.”

Now, 25 years later, she has found a way to honor his memory by raising money and awareness to help others who are in a similar predicament to that of her late father.  Before taking on this challenge, Jania couldn’t run more than a couple of miles.  Then, shortly after signing on to the team, her husband had to undergo two consecutive spine surgeries and one of her daughters broke her tibea.  Rather than using these two setbacks as excuses, she kept the memory of her father’s strength in the forefront  of her mind and has continued her training.  She said something that encompasses the essence of what I am trying to accomplish with this site, ” It would be too easy to get lost in the traditional female caretaker/self neglect role.  So, (in light of the obstacles this summer) I find it all the more important to carve out the ‘me’ time.”

I asked Jania for 5 things that keep her inspired during her long runs:

5. Those white jeans in my closet
4. Meeting new running buddies, some as young as 25, and thinking: I am totally keeping up with these guys
3.  The image of my 2 year old looking at me, wide-eyed, in my running outfit and asking, “Is you doing running mommy?”
2.  The fact that I’ve told too many people already.  No quitting now!
1.  Having some quiet time to think about my dad, and taking a minute to cherish my health and strength on behalf of all those who can’t.

To support Jania’s cause click the link below to donate: