Posts tagged working mom
Can I have a little bit of grace?

Until you know exactly what someone is dealing with, you will never be the expert on what they should or should not be doing with their children, their marriage, their career or any other aspect of life. I find it extremely difficult to believe that I am doing every single thing in my life 100% well every single day, but I have learned to give myself a little bit of grace.

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Hey Google, what’s my purpose?

I was thrown so far off of what I thought my purpose was that in the past 5 years, I have spent countless hours trying to simply recalibrate my life. I was given only one option and it wasn’t really an option, it was a mandate. I was getting retired. I was broken and could not be fixed. These were the words spoken to me by my doctor as I set in his office trying to convince him to reverse his recommendation. He told me, “Sgt. Lyons, your unit is not looking out for you. Constantly breaking your profile and trying to be a 100% soldier is going to have you crippled and bound to a wheelchair by the age of thirty and by the time that you get to that point, the Army is going to force you out. But I want to give you a chance to have a better quality of life”. His statement shook me to my core. Being wheelchair bound was not part of my plan, so I sucked it up and went through the process.

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Life is just a series of weekends….

Cue the cute, life is all butterflies and rainbows music, give me a beautiful dress, nice backdrop and of course some cute animal that sings with me and knows all of the moves to my little musical number. But why can’t it be that way? Why can’t we just take a second to be amazed at the fact that we get 24 hours a day, 7 days a week?

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I just need five minutes....

Fast forward and here we are today, 2 kids in and the only time that I have alone is in the shower, and even that is questionable at times. There is nothing more relaxing than trying to soothe a crying baby and make sure your toddler doesn’t jump off the bed while trying to rinse soap off of your body. The past few months, I have found myself not even trying to find time for myself, I am talking not even attempting to close the glass shower door at this point.

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Every Morning, Make Your Bed

I have a to-do list that never gets completely done for one reason or another, so I can never pat myself on the back and say “great job. You rocked the day”. But why do I have to finish everything just to feel good about the things that I did accomplish? Why do I not allow myself to celebrate each of the small things that I can do everyday? I am not superwoman, no matter how many blanket capes I wear for my son. Why is one item crossed off the list not enough?

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