Little Wins

The other day I had text my husband and said, "{H} just said, 'Thank you Mommy'". I was so excited because he hasn't put words together yet. My husband responded with "Little wins that can make our day!"

He has been using "little wins" for a few events that have happened lately. It has just struck me as really cool. Little wins.

How often do I get stuck in the routine of the day, where frustrations out number the good. My husband has reminded me of the little wins. H did something small, yet meaningful. We found a check that we have have lost. Win. H helped me unload the dishwasher. Win. I found a necklace I have been missing. Win. My hairstyle turned out. Win.

I am trying to have a paradigm shift towards what is good. Not live in a victim, or negative mentality. I don't want to focus on the problems that lead to stress, frustration, and defeat. I have seen too many people I love live under so much stress. I want people to look at me and see joy, excitement, and encouragement. And all of that starts internally as a choice.

Why not try to celebrate the little wins. Moments that you would normally let slip through your fingers. It's such an easy step to take to begin living and walking in gratitude and joy.

I had a moment yesterday that I decided to look at as a little win because of the humor I found in it.

Not lipstick, lip stain. Can't get it off. Have tried many things! And I have to take him out in public! Hurricane is at it again. Could have chosen anger and frustration, but I didn't. I am holding on to these moments because one day they will be gone.

Celebrating the little wins,

S

Mommy Memoirs: Nap Time

My son, so perfectly nicknamed "Hurricane" brings so much joy and laughter. I know I am biased, but he is one of my favorite humans of all time. What's not so fun is disciplining him.

He isn't a mean-spirited little boy by any means. He is just very mischievous. Very "Dennis the Menace-esque" Half the time he is doing something he shouldn't, but I lose all credibility of a disciplinarian when I try to scold, due to the fact I can't fake a frown. I normally have to turn around because of what he is doing- it's usually hilarious, even though he shouldn't be doing it. Pure, uncontrollable laughter is the outcome.

Today, Hockey Day Minnesota (a holiday to my husband), we have quite the excitement filling the air. My son, of course, is all wound up.  My husband leaves to run somewhere, and I dutifully put H down for a nap. He is now in a big boy bed, and loves it. However, he likes to get up sometimes and open the door. He usually runs out waving, saying " Hi!". Today I thought the 3rd time was the charm of laying him down, so I jump in the shower.

A couple minutes in, I hear footsteps. I am sure I am not the only one that hears phantom noises in the shower when you are home alone. Turns out it was H. He is on the loose. Normally this isn't terrible, but today, he was in rare form.

I am just finishing up and shaving my legs. All of a sudden, a little head pokes in behind the curtain and down dives my phone. Some how he had pulled my phone off of the counter and thought it was the phone's turn to go swimming. I saved it just in time. Thankful for phone insurance for those moments!

I throw my phone on the rug, and rush to finish so I can run to it's aid. I get out of the shower and quickly dry off the water. I wrap myself in a towel and step out into the living room.

There's little H laying on the couch with a toothbrush and a travel size body wash, which he so conveniently jacked from the bathroom. I immediately yell, "what are you doing!". He gives me a big smirk and replies, " nigh-night!", followed by "teeth!" at least he is excited about brushing his teeth.

Ah, my little hurricane. Never a dull moment.