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Finding My Groove

Right now I am reading a book titled, "The Girdfriends Guide to Getting Your Groove Back, Loving your Family without Losing Your Mind." by Vicki Iovine.

A title like that pretty much says it all, doesn't it?

One of the big grudges that I have, with the whole mommy thing, is my life today. No one tells you about this part of being a mom.

Your babies are no longer babies. Your children aren't technically teenagers. Even though you see the writing on the wall. You are in this weird limbo of learning to let your children be their own people.

Almost overnight you go from being your child's everything. To the person who is suppose to let go and let your child grow up.

Every day I have to take these deep breaths and let each of them go.

It sucks!

It sucks more than winter!

You all know how I feel about winter.

Anyway, I have to say, I am loving this book.

Apparently, I am not the only mom holding a grudge. There are some great tips, a lot of relating, and a whole lot of humor.

I always enjoy a little humor.

Especially, when all I really want to do is sit in a corner and pout.

I would like to throw in a few not fair, not fair, not fairs, too.

Maybe you would like to know the point to this post.

Maybe your asking if there is a point.

Maybe your thinking I really should find a good shrink.

There is always that option, isn't there?

My point is that a part, a big part, of my whole, "Creating My Own Path," is learning how to deal with the absence of wee ones in my home.  Not to mention big ones, who think they are smarter than you and sometimes are.

I am coming to the the conclusion, the best way to deal with my growing children, is gaining a stronger sense of who I am without them. Better yet understanding my value, as a mom, as a wife, as a woman.

Today is step one in Krissi getting her groove back.

Are you scared?

You should be? It could mean all kinds of scary things? What if I decide that part of getting my groove back is wearing a bikini? Wearing a bikini, taking pictures of me wearing a bikini, and posting them. One day you could click on this blog and have that image burned into your head.

Scares me to even think about it.

I promise I wont do that to you.

Heck, I promise I wont do that to me!

No matter how much you beg. :)

I promise you will have a whole weeks warning of what I am up to. 

Like I said today is Step One, recognizing it is time to figure it out.

Next week is Step Two, deciding what "it" is.

Do you know what "it" is?

Comments

Race Fam said…
I think I need to find my groove thing too, let me know what you figure out!
Scott and Stacy said…
Not to put a little more rain on your parade but are you buying Sam bigger size shoes than you yet? OH MY GOODNESS!! Teryn and Kalie both now wear a size bigger than me! I didn't think this would happen yet. They are still my little ones, right? Kalie moved from a size 5 1/2 to a 7 1/2 in 5 months. They put on my shoes and they are from heal to toe. I still have a little room. I'm not ready for them to do this. Maybe I need to read your book too.

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