Real Life Stories: Celeste of A Thing Called LoveWednesday, June 17, 2015
Basically I think remembering that joy has more to do with me and my attitude and less to do with my circumstances helps me to choose joy.
The backstory:I belong to a sweet little Facebook group of women bloggers. It's small, new, and tight-knit. This post comes from that group, and I couldn't be more excited to share. These women are becoming friends as we help each other move through the world of blogging. It's really great to be surrounded by such supportive people all in the same boat. I hope you love her Real Life Story. I sure did!
TJB: Celeste! Thank you for being willing to do this interview. I'm excited. Let's jump in. Tell us all, what does having joy mean to you?
TJB: What things bring you joy?
- Knowing that I helped someone be happy in big or small ways
- Driving by myself with a milk shake
- Having uninterrupted time to work on a project
- A productive day
- When we put our kids down and I get time with my husband to watch funny shows together
- Watching my kids accomplish something hard and seeing the pride on their faces
- Accomplishing something good with my blog
- Seeing my kids play outside
- Picking my happy baby up from a nap
- Getting together with other couples and laughing uproariously
- The feeling that God loves me and is pleased with what I'm doing
TJB: Tell us about a time in your life where you dealt with a mountain that seemed impossible to climb.
Celeste: When my third child was born, he was extremely fussy. Colic, I think they call it. If I was not aggressively soothing this child, he was screaming. I couldn't put him down and he rarely ever slept more than 45 minute stretches no matter what I tried (and, oh, I tried so many things).
Night times were a nightmare. I can't believe I'm admitting this to the internet (me, who after my first two kids, inwardly judged moms who didn't follow Babywise, because duh, it's so easy and so much better to put your baby on a sleep schedule...Karma...), but my night time routine went something like this: pace/rock/soothe baby to sleep and put him in the swing. When he would no long tolerate the swing, pick him up from swing and put him in a bouncy chair by my bed, bounce until he's asleep. When he would no longer tolerate the bouncy chair, put him in bed with me. When he would no longer stand to be in bed with me, back downstairs to the swing. Nursing at most exchanges.
TJB: How did you make it through that time? I don't have kids, and can never understand how you survive without that much sleep!
- I tried desperately to cling to the little moments that brought me joy as a mother every day. I wrote them down. I thanked God for them.
- I prayed like crazy! All day every day. The scripture I thought about over and over during this time was Matthew 7:1, which says that God knows how to give good gifts to His children. I asked for the gift of sleep first. :) And then hope and gratitude. I tried to trust that God would give me good gifts if I asked Him. And He did. I just had to make sure I noticed them.
- I never wanted to get together with friends because it seemed like a lot of work to get ready and muster up the energy to make pleasant conversation, but whenever I did, I always came home feeling so much more normal.
TJB: What did you learn from this experience?
TJB: How do you choose joy now?
TJB: Thank you so much for sharing your wisdom with us. Parenting has got to be one of the hardest jobs on the planet. Thanks for being one of the tough ones!
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