“I understand” – Powerful!

“I understand” – Powerful!

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Hearing the words “I understand” from my child’s principal was so comforting to me. She has no clue how much power she shared in those two words.

After being nominated to serve on next year’s school board, I had to call her and graciously say, “Thank you, but not at this time.” I simply could not in good conscience accept the position.

I am suffering from a major case of too-much-to-do on top of a sever lack of I-don’t-know-what-is-coming-next, and taking on this new duty would not be fair to the school or me.

Volunteering is something I am good at and enjoy very much, but I just had to say no to someone who I really admire and don’t want to let down.

Her empathy was the cure to the ailing guilt that had been plaguing me. As a teacher, mother, and wife, she related to where I was coming from and assured me that she understood. Continue reading ““I understand” – Powerful!”

Coloring Connections

Coloring Connections

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Tonight I sat and colored with my three year-old son for an hour. That’s right an hour. My other kiddos were playing secret spies and watching Nick Jr. in the other room.

As we colored my little guy talked and talked and talked.

His conversation was very revealing. He does not like purple dogs. He does like orange, blue, red, and yellow dogs. He does not like the blue that I colored the sky, but likes his Paw Patrol blue color for coloring the sky. All of the dogs he colored are named Charlie the Ranch Dog (based on the character in Ree Drummond’s books).

It was fun to just listen to him. If I stopped coloring, he would ask, “Mommy, are you taking a break? Are you done taking a break?” He wanted so badly for me to like and do the same things he was doing that it really bothered him to see me stop.

So I kept coloring.

I colored seven (7) whole pages and watched and listened while he colored on eight or nine different sheets. It was relaxing, but most of all it gave me time to create and connect with my little boy. Rarely have I taken the time to just color with him since Christmas and most of our conversations lately have been about what episode of Paw Patrol he wants to watch.

As I colored with him, I thought back to coloring with my sisters when we were young. I remember coloring in coloring books on the floor of the first house we lived in and comparing my work with my sister’s. We believed that when you stopped coloring people’s hair blue and purple and were able to color inside the lines, you were a big kid. We colored pages and pages of images. I can’t even begin to try to remember all the art we created.

As a parent, coloring dates with your children offer time to connect and talk. The conversation while coloring flows out of the crayons and into the words being shared. It is almost like the opening of the coloring book is the portal to a dimension where your kids and you can be honest and candid about what is being seen, felt, or thought. It is a quiet activity that allows for freedom of expression and for bonds to form.

Last October I had the opportunity to visit Walsworth Publishing in Marceline, Missouri. They were printing millions of copies of adult coloring books. Since my visit I can’t help but notice all of the adult coloring publications lining store shelves and endcaps. It makes me smile to think of grown men and women coloring on their lunch break or while watching the evening news. After coloring with my son tonight, I think there just might be something to this Crayola-driven craze.

As an adult, it is so important to create connections through experiences like those found in coloring. Taking time to fill in the lines with the hues of your choosing and shading in the undefined areas with colors that come straight from you gives you a greater sense of control and creativity. Making something that you are proud of is so healthy for our emotional psyche and embracing a childlike pastime brings peace to our hectic world.

Maybe you won’t run out and buy a box of colored pencils and the latest edition of stained glass coloring creations tonight, but maybe take a few moments to doodle or sketch or even just make cool shapes with the paper clips on your desk. If you have children or younger siblings create some original art of your own together.

Take some time for innocent imagination and your energy will find an intent that is pure and positive and guaranteed to add a brighter spectrum to your day.

By: Melanie A. Peters

 

 

 

 

Storage Bins – Treasure Tubs

Storage Bins – Treasure Tubs

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I have three sisters and between the four of us we have 11 children. That’s right 11. And they are all aged 8 and under.

I know what you are thinking, “Do they keep the kids in the tubs?”

No. We keep their clothes in the tubs. ALL their outgrown-of, “I’m not wearing that,”  and too-big-for-now clothes, for every season and occasion, we keep them in tubs. Lots and lots of tubs.

I spent four hours this past weekend separating the clothes from my kids’ dresser drawers. It involved pulling out things that are too small, things that are for the wrong season, and things that I have NO EARTHLY IDEA where they came from and then sorting them into storage tubs and clearly labeling the tub.

My sisters and I have perfected the art of tub swapping. We know every time we get Continue reading “Storage Bins – Treasure Tubs”

“Don’t wish away your days” – Wise Words Wednesday

“The trick to enjoy life. Don’t wish away your days waiting for better ones ahead. The grand and the simple, they are equally wonderful.” – Marjorie Pay Hinckley

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As the school year winds down, students start suffering from severe senioritis.

(Senioritis n: student’s innate desire to be a graduating senior)

Every day I find myself saying, “Don’t wish your days away.” My students just shrug me off or rudely comment back (in most cases) and do not realize that I speak from experience. I was a terrible teenager. My teen angst was almost completely self-imposed and I had no clue why I was in such a hurry to get out of high school but I was dead set on getting out of that place and away from everything that had to it. I wish I could have some of those times back and dedicate a much more positive outlook on what life had to offer. I would have gotten so much more out of high school and its lessons.

As a mom of young children, I often have to remind myself to not wish away these days. My babies are only young once.

If you are a student, parent, teacher, or struggling professional, do not wish your days away. Enjoy the simple things that are available to you now and embrace the experiences that present themselves daily.

Don’t wish your days away. You can’t get them back!

Put your energy into appreciating the now, store your cherished moments in your heart, and you will find that your purpose and intentions will have a much grander meaning.

By: Melanie A. Peters

 

Spring fever is a real disease.

Spring fever is a real disease.

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Itchy eyes, twitchy legs, trouble with concentration, and a desperate need for fresh air are some of the basic symptoms of spring fever. Deeper effects are found in our inability to complete normal tasks, such as writing or grading papers, doing laundry, finishing anything necessary for our employment or education (even though we know it HAS to get done.)

Unfortunately it can also lead to crabbiness and short temper. Last week I had to take a walk with my 7 year-old daughter because she and her classmates were feeling the effects of the spring fever bug. (I might have also felt a touch of it coming on, which resulted in our decision to take a long walk.) My little girl explained to me that the kids in her class were not being nice to one another, and even though she tried to make them be nice, she could not stop them from picking at each other. I listened carefully and remembered well Continue reading “Spring fever is a real disease.”

Gray Bath Water

Gray Bath Water

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After a long hard evening of swinging, sliding, climbing, and digging in the pea gravel of the playground and ball park, my kids are filthy. Happy, but filthy.

The first thing we do when we get home from the ball park is run the bath water and watch the grimy goblins turn back into my children.

Their transformation results in sweet-smelling, soft, and cuddly snuggle buddies and Continue reading “Gray Bath Water”

Don’t Set Yourself on Fire

Week of Wise Words

“You are not required to set yourself on fire to keep other people warm.” – Unknown (but really, really wise person)

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Don’t set yourself on fire.

This sounds like common sense. Common sense is not always common, and, often in our attempts to help others, we overlook what we know to be right and fail to avoid the flames of over-extending ourselves.

(Most people who know me are laughing out loud right now because I am the QUEEN of over-extending. I’m working on that. 🙂 )

“You are not required to set yourself on fire to keep other people warm.”

The message of Intentergy is to always put your best effort into your actions. Continue reading “Don’t Set Yourself on Fire”