Self-Reflection: Why it is Important and Where to Begin

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One of the greatest blessings in life is that every day you are given the opportunity to change, improve and develop. But one of the most difficult challenges we face as we get older is that each day you are given the opportunity to change, improve and develop as a person. Change isn’t easy. It isn’t required and in many cases it is met with resistance. With change comes consequences and fear of the unknown. But choosing to stay still (and yes, it is a choice) is not only boring and predictable but arguably has the potential to be just as destructive and dangerous.

Refusing to grow or even consider change will leave you suffering, because change is fundamental to human life. Resisting change will leave you struggling against yourself as well as society. The world continues to evolve so why aren’t you? As you gain more experiences, relationships and knowledge shouldn’t you also gain new perspectives and insight too? Most importantly, shouldn’t you be seeking insight not just externally by trying to understand the world, but also engage in self-reflection and inwardly attempt to find insight?

Let’s put it another way:

When was the last time you ran a security scan on your computer?

When was the last time you tested the smoke detectors in your home?

Have you ever cleaned the filters of your furnace?

Changed the oil in your car?

These assessments are done regularly to ensure that your electronics and devices work appropriately, continue to run efficiently, keep you safe and prevent damage or dysfunction. However we rarely check and evaluate our own inner workings to see if we are still living with integrity and grace.

When was the last time you scrutinized your beliefs and asked yourself “why?”

Why do I believe this?
Do I still believe this?
Is this view still relevant?
Does this mentality serve me well and even more importantly does is serve others? Who does it not serve?
How is this belief allowing me to grow? How is it holding me back?
Where does this belief come from? Was this ever truly my belief or was it placed on my shoulders by someone else? Have I adopted this principle as my own because it was gifted to me by my parents, friends or society? Or was it created by my past life circumstances that may no longer apply?

I encourage you to answer these questions as honestly as possible.

Now, remove the cloak of self-preservation.
Answer the questions again.

Remove your glasses, sit blindly for awhile and then borrow the glasses of your enemies.
Answer the questions again.

Tear away all layers of pride, indoctrination, animosity, hurt, oppression, greed and envy. If you don’t think these exist within you, go back and start the process again because no one is free from these faults.

When you are left feeling raw, exposed and utterly vulnerable

answer the questions again.

It’s important that we evaluate ourselves frequently. It is not enough to continue to believe the same story or to tell yourself the same narrative that you have for years simply because it has always been your view. As your life evolves and new experiences arise, your beliefs also need to be brought into question; not because they are necessarily wrong, but because you owe it to yourself to determine if these beliefs are still true or if you have simply fallen into the comfortable valley of mediocrity.

Now answer the questions again.

Go ahead, I’ll wait.

The Marathon

She remembers the day vividly. She was young, optimistic and prepared for the marathon ahead of her.  As she began, she could see the long road outstretched in front of her. The finish line was out of sight and her breathing slowly increased and became labored. She knew it would be worth it in the end, but the course was long and tortuous and she was nervous.

“What if I can’t do this after all?”

“Was this a mistake?”

“Why would I think I was made for this?”

Her heart rate sped up and her body followed instinctively. She felt out of control of her own body but marveled at its innate ability to propel forward.

Then the pain began.

Everything hurt; she had never experienced this level of pain before and yet the course was far from complete.  The finish line taunted her as she counted down the markers that tracked her progress. She was so close and yet so far away.

As the pain mounted, so did her fears.  Surrounded by people she still felt alone. Supporters cheered her on with declarations of “you can do this” but inside she was unsure and her confidence wavered.  As she persisted, companions who had done this before and run the same race followed along side her; still she was alone on this course. No one could feel the same pain, exhaustion or paralyzing fear that ran through her veins.

No, this feat she would face alone.

She struggled. She cried. She fought like hell with every ounce of her body.

And just when she thought she couldn’t possibly give anymore of herself… she fought some more.

With the finish line just within reach she pulled from the center of her soul, a part of her that she didn’t know existed, and threw herself desperately across the line.  Her body was broken and bruised, her mind was exhausted but her spirit was on fire.

Her breathing was quick and shallow and the sound of her heartbeat pounded in her ears when a high pitch cry broke through the air. But this was not a cry of pain or of relief. The cry came from the tiny bundle on her chest.

She was now a mother.

  

Happy Mother’s Day to every momma,
To the mothers who are holding their babies today.
To those who can’t wait to see their baby again in Heaven and
to those who have  dream of meeting their baby and yearn for ‘someday.’ 

Adding a Little More Love to Valentine’s Day

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Running off the bus on the first day of summer vacation, catching snow flakes on eyelashes while making snow angels and licking the spoon after mom bakes a treat are inherently magical. Childhood is a magical time and as a mom I must constantly remind myself of that fact in order to keep from running myself to the point of exhaustion trying to create a magical childhood for my children. Before having kids, I knew so much and swore I’d be the mom who woke up early on every holiday, birthday or special occasion and create an extra (aka over-the-top) specialness to the day. If only I could go back in time and tell pre-kid Kate how difficult that is to actually execute when you are elbow deep in 3rd grade homework, potty training and breastfeeding.

Now that the kids are getting older though and the ‘magic’ of some childhood activities are on the cusp of extinction for my oldest, I do try to create (or rather revisit) small traditions we began when the kids were younger to celebrate the smaller holidays and milestones; adding sprinkles to the already sweet childhood if you will.

Valentine’s Day was a holiday we seemed to frequently overlook. With one birthday at the end of January and another on February 13th, we often woke up on the 14th with a nod of “hey, Happy Valentine’s Day” as we quickly ran kids out the door , praying there was just enough Valentine’s Day cards in their bag for their classmates. December through February 13th felt like a gauntlet and February 14th was the finish line with little attention to the holiday itself.

A few years ago, for a holiday celebrating love, I decided to recognize each child’s features and talents and highlight what makes them special….specifically what we love about them.

In the past I’ve used my Cricut machine to cut out basic heart shapes for the sheer fact that it saves time, however this year I used the tried-and-true method: fold paper twice, draw heart, cut one heart and ta-da four hearts are done. I cut 14 hearts for each child and on each heart I wrote a simple note stating what I loved about that child.

“Lily, I love how you are so kind to others at school.”

“Charley, I love how you always ask for an extra kiss at bedtime.”

“Xander, I love your contagious giggles.”

“Jojo, I love how you aren’t afraid to try new things. You are so brave.”

Simple. Specific. Personalized.

Each morning I would place one heart on the wall for the kids to find when they woke up and they would squeal with delight when they found their heart; eager to share their message with each other. More importantly, for the 14 days leading up to the holiday they would head off for school filled with extra love knowing that their momma

recognized their dedication.


adored their silly giggles.


admired their faith in God.


applauded their creativity.

praised their inquisitiveness .

Each heart is as unique as the child it was written for, but the love is equally distributed. This year, while placing the final hearts on the wall one heart caught my attention and took my breath away. Unbeknownst to me, my own mom snuck her own carefully crafted heart on the wall for her first baby to find.

Babies may get older, the childhood magic may dull or fade, but a mother’s love for her child never disappears.

Does your family do anything to add a little magic to this holiday? Share in the comments below!