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Be Your Own Hero

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I am not a fan of the morning.  Case in point:  I was in bed this morning, listening to my alarms beep periodically.  {ASIDE:  I have to set 2 alarm times on my phone, one for 5:30 am and one for 6:00 am, to be able to get myself up by 6:15 am.  I have always been a slow-to-wake person, and love the snooze button.}  As I hit the 6:00 beep, I told myself that I would get up in 5 minutes (ha-ha!)  As I started drifting back to sleep, I heard a voice in my head.

It said, “Be your own hero today.”

I said, “Huh?”

“Be your own hero today.  Get up!”

As I lay there, pondering The Voice, I realized it was right.  I really *should* Be My Own Hero.  It woke me up because I started thinking about what that meant to me.  I realized that it meant at that moment to get my booty out of bed RIGHT NOW so that I wouldn’t be rushing and/or late to work.  As I went though my morning routine I reflected on this thought a bit more.  What if we all were our own heroes every day?

It’s a tough thing for moms to do sometimes, to put our needs first, but we all know (whether we’ve embraced this or not yet is another story) that to take good care of everyone else, we need to take good care of ourselves.

We should all make at least one self-heroic decision per day.  Think about it; we do so many heroic things for our families every day.  The day-to-day stuff helps make our world go ’round.  Fixing dinner, fixing boo-boos, making beds, making cookies, running errands, running forgotten homework to school.  All those little things mean a lot.

A little thing can mean a lot for you, too.  My 10 extra minutes helped me begin my day with a whole lot less stress.  I feel much more accomplished and less frazzled. When I start my day “behind”, it takes a while before I feel caught up.

So, I think you should be your own hero today, whatever that means.  Maybe its reading scriptures or having a prayer in the morning.  Maybe its a Cherry Coke from Sonic in the afternoon.  Maybe its cleaning out a drawer, or one shelf of the fridge. Everyone is different and everyone has different things that give you a boost.

Be your own hero.  Because you matter.


Where’s MY Alice?

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As a kid growing up in the late 70s and early 80s, I watched a *little* TV.  Ok, more like quite a bit, since I was home after school on my own for a couple hours.  I got to know quite a few families:  the Drummonds, Mork and Mindy, the girls from The Facts of Life, the Cleavers, and of course, the Bradys.

The Brady Bunch was a show that spoke to me of what a family should be like.  They were equally matched in age and gender (very convenient), they were super supportive of each other, and they did fun stuff together.  I was an only child of divorced parents and I thought this would be “the life”:  sharing a bedroom with my sisters, fighting over the bathroom with my brothers (brothers!), having the occasional sudsy dog run through the house, and living in a beautiful big (impeccably neat) house.  And they were always clean!  Six kids, always clean.  Remember how hard they had to try to get dirty for that commercial they were making?

I loved the way Mrs. Brady (out of respect, I still can’t call her Carol) was so put together and always had everything under control.  Of course, she did have Alice.   Alice was the perfect mother’s helper; remember how she and Mrs. Brady would pack the lunches together in the morning and send the kids off to school?  They worked alongside each other to keep that home running smoothly.  I thought everyone needed an Alice.

Guess what?  Now, as a working mother of 4, I still think everyone (ok, at least I) needs an Alice.  I know of few moms (and dads) who would turn down an offer for an Alice.

Picture Mrs. Brady.  Her hair and makeup is done, her dress is neat and stain-free.  Heck, she’s smiling!  I mean, do I *ever* look like this when my hubby comes home?  She’s smiling because she’s happy to see her husband at the end of the day, and my guess is that it’s not so she can run off to Target for an “errand” as an excuse to turn the kids over to him for an hour.  She’s not exhausted, in sweats, with remnants of dinner clinging to her stretched out old t-shirt.  She has Alice.

My grandiose dream is that if I had an Alice, I, too, would be able to glide from task to task effortlessly, never ruffled.  My home would always be company-ready, with homemade goodies for whoever happened to stop by.  I wouldn’t be doing the Frantic Fifteen before a friend came over.  My kids would have clean, folded laundry IN THEIR DRESSERS AND CLOSETS and not have to look on the coffee table for an outfit.  I would have energy to have a meaningful conversation *wink, wink* with my husband in the evenings.  Everything would be perfect.  PERFECT, I tell you.

So, anybody have a spare Alice laying around?