Category: Five Minute Friday

Let’s Link Arms

It wasn’t until I became a mom that I started noticing a desire within me to really connect on a deeper level with other women. Now, it should be noted that I am a textbook introvert, and also deal with debilitating anxiety and clinical depression, so a lively social life has never been an aspiration of mine. Being around other people absolutely drains me – mentally, emotionally and even physically – despite the enjoyment of their company.  For every day spent out of the house, I generally need another day (or two) to recuperate where we do chores at home and don’t go anywhere at all.

With my days being spent alone (for the most part) with a toddler, I am making a conscious effort to deliberately seek out other women to live life alongside. The women’s small group Bible study at our church, a weekly mommy & me music class, playdates with other moms of littles who are in a similar life stage, a local MOPS group, a book club, this blog, are all ways I am making an intentional effort to go deeper with others, beyond small talk and pleasantries, and link arms rather than lock eyes with other women. We’re all in this together, mamas!

This week’s Five Minute Friday prompt is “connect”.

Mama Needs a Minute

I’m linking up again this week for the Five  Minute Friday 5-minute writing prompt. This week’s prompt is HELP.

Start.

Our son was 16 months old before I told my husband that I needed a minute. It felt like I’d caved, asking him for a few quite, solitary moments on a sunny Sunday afternoon. He stared at me with a confused expression.

“But, you don’t want to spend time with us?”

No, that’s not it at all. I DID very much want to spend time with my boys, but mama needed a time out!  I sent them outside to play and for thirty glorious minutes (aside from running downstairs to toss in a load of laundry), I sat on the couch with a cup of coffee and a Reese’s peanut butter egg.

Later that evening, once the baby was asleep and dinner was cleaned up, my husband said nonchalantly, “So it seems like that time alone was really good for you.” I had felt how helpful a sliver of white space in my day had been, to my fatigued mama body and to my weary mama soul. But I was completely surprised that the impact of those chocolatey minutes could also be felt by him. So in the weeks since, I have made an effort to steal away a few minutes here and there, because tending to myself sends ripples of refreshment throughout our home.

Stop.

A wise woman builds her home, but a foolish woman tears it down with her own hands. Proverbs 14:1

Words as Art

{This post is my first link-up with the weekly Five Minute Friday writing prompt.}

This week’s 5-minute writing prompt is “create”.

Start.

Describing a person as being “a creative” has always held an air of mystery for me. I am intrigued by the girl who can sit down to an easel or a musical instrument or a notebook, barefoot, hair tied back, with the sunlight streaming in through an open window,  and for hours she strokes and tweaks and adds until something beautiful is born before her. I have tried my hand at being artsy and seem only to succeed at creating a visible reminder of my deficits.

As I lean into writing again, regularly, diligently and with acknowledgment of the worth that my words possess, I am making an uncomfortable effort to embrace the label of “writer”. Even though this craft doesn’t come easily to me, doesn’t yield an income, and is difficult to carve out time for, I am now making a conscious effort to respect the thoughts I string together as art I create. Perhaps I am a creative after all.

Stop.