Updated: Nov 3, 2018
So I suppose I should spill the beans on what makes me, me. First and foremost- I’m nuts. I think for the majority of my life I tried to pretend that I was normal but then I became a mother. And investing energy into pretending to be normal became literally impossible because I shifted (approximately) 110% of my energy into parenting. When I say I’m a nut let me paint you a little picture…
About a year ago I found a hand puppet in our basement. I made the TERRIBLE mistake of showing it to my child. Shortly thereafter this puppet, named Fred the Fish, became surgically attached to my hand. It developed a heck of a personality and I tried to give it the voice of Elmo but what it really sounds like is Elmo’s evil twin who’s been a lifelong smoker. My vocal cords are probably permanently damaged but hey… when I commit to something I really commit. Anyways, our son became so emotionally attached to this puppet that I used it to manipulate him from time to time. I know what you’re thinking, “This girl is a GENUIS”. Just kidding that’s what I’m thinking. You’re probably thinking “Yeah…she’s nuts alright”. Ok so fast forward a few months into Fred living on my hand. It got so bad that I brought him everywhere. I’m honestly embarrassed to share what I did with Fred… Let me say this first: it wasn’t unusual for Fred to come on car rides with us. Whenever whining or crying would pipe up from the back seat I would simply slide Fred on and politely tell the kids to settle the hell down. So…this one time I forgot to take Fred off my hand before we went grocery shopping. It wasn’t until we pulled into our garage with a van full of food that I realized what I did. I walked around the entire store flailing around this stupid puppet talking like Elmo on crack. There’s a good chance Fred responded to the cashier instead of me.
Now that we’ve established that I’m a kook let’s move on to my family.
I am absolutely gaga over our two little boys. Our oldest, Hudson, is approaching 3 and is such a character. He has an intense zest for life and is a very special soul. Mack is our 8-month-old baby and he’s the sweetest little human. He’s just happy to be here and is full of joy. Finally my spouse, Alex. If I had to compare him to a character it would probably be Winnie the Pooh- except with a pinch of crazy. He’s a giant softie that has a heart of gold. I love my family with every ounce of my being and being able to stay home to raise our little boys has been an absolute dream come true.
Wondering how Mindful and Mighty came to be?
Lemme tell ya… I’ve had anxiety my whole life. I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone’s extended family. It was an amazing experience and I feel truly blessed to have had the childhood that I did. However, my family relocated to a large city when I was in my final years of high school and it was a complete shock to my system. This was when anxiety started to run my life. Not only was I trying to navigate the highs and lows of being a teenager, but I also had to start completely fresh in a new school with zero friends to lean on. Eventually I formed solid friendships but those senior years were some of the lowest points in my life. I was extremely depressed and anxious. And then- yoga.
FINALLY I found an outlet that could settle my mind and bring greater presence into my physical body. It allowed me to find myself again and learn basic techniques to cope with my anxiety, like breathing and mindful awareness. When I reflect on the impact that yoga has had on my life, I can’t help but be humbled by the power of mindfulness and how this state of being transformed my life. I could go on and ON about how wonderful yoga is and that everyone on the face of the earth should develop a routine practice. But, that’s not what I’m about. What I feel compelled to do, almost like it’s my life purpose, is to infuse mindfulness into the lives of children. I want to provide kids with the tools they need to slow down their thoughts and live in the moment, so that things like anxiety and depression can be managed a little easier. But wait, there’s more.
Let’s circle back to me being a kook. Being outrageously silly is something that I actually love about myself. You know those moments where you completely lose yourself acting like an idiot because you’re having so much fun? That’s what I live for. That’s when I feel most connected with my kids because I’m able to really be myself and shut down the insecurities of “what will people think of me?”. I’m so caught up in being in the moment that none of those thoughts creep into my head. This is what I call being mighty. In other words, being your authentic self. When I became a mom I really honed in on the power of being mighty because not only does it feed my soul, but it also sets an example for my little minions. The example is that life is too short to try and be anybody but you. When you are being authentic- that’s when you become your most mighty self. And that’s when magic really happen
So there it is, a glimpse into who I am and the seeds of my blog- Mindful and Mighty.