Can I be honest with you? (Now THAT’S a rhetorical question if I ever heard one!)
I’ve spent the last two days in shock, and it’s 100% your fault.
I’m genuinely overwhelmed with the outpouring of love I’ve seen from you, the readers of this blog, in your grassroots effort to plug our blog for the Parents Funniest Mom Blog 2011 contest.
I’ve felt frozen. “Oh, GEEZ! Now I have to actually write something GOOD.” I’ve felt scared. I’ve felt humbled.
But in your efforts all over social media to get us some traction in this contest, you have centered me and pulled me immediately back on track, because you’ve reminded me that neither this contest nor this blog are a one-woman effort. In fact, I would be nowhere if it wasn’t for your help, your encouragement, and your support.
There’s a post I wrote two years ago that perhaps better sums up the community effort here. The importance of being vulnerable and working hard to try new things “all my byself” while remembering that nothing’s possible in this life without “a little help, please.”
All My Byself
originally posted October 12, 2009
dedicated today to you, my amazing readers
For three more days, I have two two-year-olds.
Watching kids grow up is bittersweet. I’ve never been the parent who mourns the stages that are past; I more champion the present and look forward to the future.
I think I realize that, as much as I’d love to have one more chance to cradle my 11-year-old as an infant, I also don’t miss the lack of sleep. And I really enjoy that she can use her words now, even if I don’t always enjoy the words she uses.
Having twins when my eldest, Abby, was 8 years old, though, has given me a different perspective on time. When she was little, I remember my mom and my mother-in-law both telling me how quickly the years fly by. In my head, I knew they were right. But in my heart, after months filled with no sleep and Disney movies and spaghetti-o’s, I wasn’t sure. Time could drag.
By the time the twins were born, I’d learned a different heart lesson. The days are often slow, but the years are a blink and over in an instant. I’ve learned, I hope, to savor the best moments and to be more relaxed about the hard ones.
Even though I’m not much of a mourner for time gone by, I do try to take a little time to reflect.
Reflecting on the past year of age two (times two), I realized we’ve had a lot of “me do it” moments. When kids push hard for more independence, we end up with a lot of spills, a lot of owies, a lot of learning from mistakes, a lot of triumphs, a lot of tenderness, a lot of laughs, and a lot of fun.
Cael, in particular, insists on doing everything “All My Byself.” It’s a phrase the rest of the family has adopted whenever we don’t need help or if we want to just be left alone for a while.
Sometimes, I think it’s not fair that I’m a grown-up and, therefore, required to use my nice, grown-up words. Sometimes, I want to do things all my byself, too. I want to shout it at the top of my lungs whenever I perceive someone encroaching on my space and my stuff.
- I want to make juice without a minimum of 3 kids stirring it with grubby hands ’til it’s all over the floor. ALL MY BYSELF!
- I want to go potty without an audience. ALL MY BYSELF!
- I want to sleep at night in a bed not littered with kid-made crumbs ALL MY BYSELF!
I think, though, that occasionally,
every once in a while,
with age comes wisdom.
Because I know that if I start to ask to be all my byself, eventually I might be all my byself. And… shhhh, don’t tell the kids… I don’t think that’s what I really want.
I had a dear friend, Gloria, who was laugh-out-loud funny, always creative, and incredibly loyal. When she died unexpectedly, a group of her friends painted WWGD mugs in her memory. Mine is next to me as I type. What would Gloria do?
Gloria was impulsive and friendly and compassionate and stubborn. My seven-year-old, Gloria Aden, is named for her. Go figure.
One of my favorite Gloria memories was watching her organize an impromptu game for high school kids at camp one year. It was a game of chair frisbee.
Chair frisbee was just like regular frisbee, except you had to stand on, and weren’t allowed to leave, your chair. If you’ve ever played real frisbee, you know that it’s pretty much impossible to play it from a stationary position.
So, when the frisbee was inevitably over- or under-thrown, the players had to figure out what to do. They started asking passersby for “a little help, please.” “Um, a little help?”
Pretty soon, non-players would pick up the frisbee and hand it back. Sometimes, they would grab a chair and start playing, too. Either way, the frisbee was back in play.
It was hilarious to watch, this silly non-game with lame rules. And it was an incredibly beautiful example, too, of building community. People were included and embraced… and needed.
We eventually named the game “A Little Help, Please.”
I love learning things from my kids and from my friends.
The “All My Byself” stage is important. Being self-sufficient builds confidence. It’s good and right to struggle with something, and it’s gratifying when we figure things out after our determination and work-ethic saw us through.
I want my kids to learn to do things All My Byself.
I also want them to learn when to throw in the towel and ask for a little help. Sometimes, we all have to have permission to stand on the chair and say, feebly at first, “A little help, please?” And then more confidently, “Really, folks, I need some help.”
So, standing on the precipice and looking at my boys turning three… and then Ian turning ten… and Aden turning eight… and Abby, well, being a middle schooler, I say,
You know why?
Because I’m ready. I’m confident. I know I have this in the bag.
All my byself.
And with a little help, please.
8 responses to “On Community Efforts and Why You’re the BEST!”
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I didn’t know your daughter was named after Glo. My middle daughter is Isabelle Gloria. She too has some of those traits. Gloria was an amazing person and I can only imagine how she would be cheering you on for this award! You deserve it Beth for sure.
I voted you were number 3!!!
I love things that little kids say and then we start saying them ourselves. The All My Byself made me think of some that my kiddos have said or still say that I think you will like.
botanical gardens=mechanical gardens
This next one is by far my favorite.
movies=moomies (this one was said by my older kids and remained that for a long time, recently my 2 yr old started saying it and it was so wonderful to hear.) Then she changed it up a bit and now movies =boobies.
I laugh every time she says I want watch a boobie. I find it hilarious when she tells my husband I like boobies and he responds with so do I. It is so hard to not say do you guys want to watch a boobie.
Anyhoo enough about boobies. Have a wonderful day.
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Wow I am so in love with you. lol Someone that knows what my life is like, and loves it too.
I also have 5 kids of my own and was blessed with two more to love. We now have just 5 in the house. A 17 year old girl, 11 and 9 year old girls and twin 7 year old boys.
Good job on the nomination and I will be sure to vote. Can’t wait to read more, this is sure to be my new favorite blog.
Just voted and right now you are in 4th place – totally able to reach 3rd for sure!!!
Congratulations on your nomination, Beth. It’s said that the real honor is just being nominated; but, honestly, the real honor will be leaving all those other Mom Blogs IN THE DUST.
As we used to say in Chicago, “Vote early and vote often”!