Greetings! I’m so glad you stopped by.
But, I have to give fair warning: This might not be the reading material for you.
This blog isn’t typical in the sense that it includes action on the part of the reader, and the writer. Filled with observations and thoughtful meanderings, it’s geared toward the good parents of this world. The ones that found themselves in their position and decided to tackle it head-on. The ones who determine to tarry on and do their best, despite obstacles and annoyances. (What? Kids annoying? No, I didn’t say that. Not out loud….)
I’m one of those parents. I love, love, love it here – in this life. But wow, does it feel overwhelming at times. Sometimes I wonder how I can ever improve my parenting when I can’t even keep my bathrooms or the mouths of my children clean. I become tempted to settle for the mediocrity of mundane daily tasks. Maybe you do, too. Or have for some time now, and are only just realizing it.
Yeah, well, it ain’t happening anymore. Yes I just said “ain’t”. I did it for shock value, if you must know. And if you were shocked by it, I dare say we would be fast friends! Oh how I love good grammar (even in my lacking).
In this journal, we’ll face a challenge each week. It will seem simple in print. It might be more difficult in the daily. But it will be something that will help our children to develop positively, will help us to be good examples to them, will encourage us in our journey. And because we’re awesome (A parent reading a blog to become better? Puh-lease, awesome to the max!), we’ll tackle these challenges like the rock stars that we are. We’ll check them off the list, some weeks feeling more successful than others but absolutely NO effort wasted.
This is seriously good stuff.
And I’m excited to be doing it together!
Now, each Monday a new challenge will come our way. But feel free to peruse back in the archives at any time. It’s all good stuff. Don’t forget to connect with me on Facebook and Twitter, and sign up to Follow this blog, as community is the best part of all of this.
Let’s do it!
And in case you are curious to just *who* I am, my bio is below.
References upon request. ;)
Hello and welcome to my …. well, my story. I invite you in with open arms, ushering you to the chair by the fireplace and offering a cup of steaming, fragrant coffee. After all, how can a story be told any other way?
I’m more interested in YOUR story, to be honest. It’s just how I’m wired. But since this is limited to one side, I’ll take the liberty of dominating the conversation.
My name is Michele McGovern and I am in the middle of a life that is both ordinary and extraordinary. I have a husband, kids, house, toy-strewn yard… yada yada yada. I laugh at the same kid-jokes you do and have the same daily struggles as you, I’m sure. It is a precious time for me, these years, and still I want to rip my hair out on most days. I don’t exactly understand how I can look at my children with such profound love and such an intense desire to reprogram their brains at the same time.
The kids. First, a miscarriage. Sad times. Then, Ashley. She’s 18 now and in college.
Next came Andrew, our first son. When he was perfectly healthy and wonderful at 6 weeks old, he died of SIDS. It rocked my world, shook the rug out from under my feet and any other saying you can think of to convey that it was just horrible and ever life-changing for me. He would be 17 now.
Madison (Madi) was born exactly one year after Andrew. She is 16 and is both the tender heart and sass of the family.
Jason Andrew (J.Drew) is 14, an eighth grade, sports loving boy.
Nicholas is from Liberia and has been a part of my family for a little over 6 years. He is 13 years old and is in seventh grade.
And then there’s Natalie, who certainly believes we ALL revolve around her little eight year old orbit. And the fairly pathetic thing is, she’s right.
I fill my days with what I believe may be an expert level of fullness. I drive people around, do more laundry and dishes than I had ever thought possible, fix stuff, clean stuff, herd people in various directions and other things equally as exciting. I hold a PhD in repeating myself at various decibel levels. Hint: if you make it a sport it becomes much more fun; points for good frequency, clear tone and such. You’ll forget that no one’s listening to you. ;)
In my spare time I teach fitness classes, I sing at church, I write songs on occasion and write my thoughts regularly. I do housework, yard work, home improvements and repair as well as accounting (but I do not claim to be talented at any one of these). I make movies and I make plans. Lots of plans. I read. I laugh. I spend time and effort seeing people as they were meant to be and I spread love everywhere I can.
Other than that, I don’t do much.
Here’s what I’ve learned so far: People don’t want to do life alone. Or at least they want to know there are others out there going through the same thing. I saw it firsthand after my son died. It was when I found a group to walk that lonely, dreary path with that I found I could keep moving forward. And so it is with life. It’s one day at a time, sometimes one hour at a time. It’s a symphony of chaos and order, beautiful and tragic, fun and frustrating. It’s in the sharing of our stories that we can encourage one another; remind each other that indeed life is big and complex and ever-changing and yes, very much worth celebrating. Join me on this endeavor. Your invitation is carved in stone, the date of this event is: Everyday, and the R.S.V.P is: YES.