It has been one of those weeks where I clench on to my to-do list and focus on what needs to be done. This is the habit I fall into when things become unsettling, but it often leaves me tired and uninspired. I focus on the day and do only what needs to be done to get where I need to be. Eventually, things get better.
Kristina Kuzmic on social media
I was scrolling through Facebook this past Friday morning. I follow a lot of people on social media (don’t we all), but there is always one public figure that grabs my attention: Kristina Kuzmic.
Kristina Kuzmic is known as the “truth bomb mom” on YouTube and on the Little Things website. She is known for her transparency. Kristina says what every mom is thinking (or nanny, I would add): sometimes kids drive us all crazy. Kristina is an advocate for imperfection and embracing the chaos.
As I lingered in bed, I watched her video that explained “Lessons from my two-year-old.” Is that not what this blog is all about?
Kristina listed eight lessons, but the three that caught my attention were:
- “Develop your own sense of style and own it”
- “When you fall, be stubborn, and get back up”
- “Always keep moving”
I think it is pretty straightforward where I am going with this, but just in case it’s not…
- My personal style is Nike shorts and an oversized sweatshirt. It does not matter what the weather is outside, I am probably rocking an old sweatshirt in public; but that is okay because I still get things done.
- I fell this weekend, and it scraped up my spirit a bit. I’m letting myself be sad, for the moment, but I am scouting out the next opportunity to try again.
- I’m moving. And I’m really proud of that accomplishment.
The story goes on
My Friday went on, and I eventually drove over to babysit my Reds. I am relatively close with their mom and told her about my day. She is so kind and raised some pretty great kids.
“Ya’ll be extra sweet for Emily today, make her smile.”
“Okay!” they said nonchalantly, continuing to play with the water table set out for them.
There were the usual meltdowns expected from a two and three-year-old, but they only lasted a minute in the grand scheme of the day.
This was the first time I watched the Reds in the late evening instead of the early afternoon. As it got closer to bedtime, my little B curled up beside me and smiled. My heart jumped a tiny beat as if to say, “everything will be okay.”
Kristina is right (and so I am I), there is really so much we can learn just by watching our kids.
(I know I don’t have kids, but I learn a lot from other people’s kids).