The Whole Mama

I am adding a new twist to my blog after a lot of thought, some recent conversations, and my general passion for one’s overall health. My idea is to focus my blog on six major aspects of wellness. ┬áThese six different categories would include exercise, diet, emotional, relational, spiritual, and kids health. I wanted to get your opinion on what might interest you as a reader or help meet some of your personal needs. Here is my current plan of direction…

The Whole Mama: It take’s more than one area in life to feel complete as a person. When you are imbalanced in one aspect, it is easy to become imbalanced in another. I am a believer that health is a circular equation. Spending time on each area on one’s general health can help bring a little more wholeness to a broken picture. In no way, do I claim to be 100% balanced in all areas of my life, but living life wholeheartedly as a healthy women and mother helps to drive me to be who I am today. May you find some renewal, some strength, and some passion in all the areas that life has to offer.

Exercise: Running, hiking, and snowshoeing tips. Local running routes and races. Helpful exercise tips and way’s to get started.

Diet: Recipes & gardening tips. How to make things from scratch. Helpful food planning tips and where to find local produce.

Emotional: How to balance stress, sleep, and one’s overall well-being. Guides to local counseling center’s, support groups, etc.

Relational: Balancing church, friends, and family. Fertility and infertility. Suggestions for local date nights.

Spiritual: Personnel reflections, local church’s, and book reviews. In my opinion, this is the most important category as all area’s flow from here.

Kids Health: Healthy eating for kids, exercising with kids, and growing brains.

* I am debating on adding a “Local” category for those of us who live in the Salt Lake City area. This category would include any reviews or lists of helpful places I had mentioned in the above lists. I can either include these ideas per specific category or as its own section.

I would love to have your feedback on these new ideas.




Times of Sadness

“Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.”

– Psalm 30:5

This week I went through a time of sadness. As my heart ached for a moment I could not change or a destiny I had no control over; I also experienced something that I had yet to walk through. Receiving unexpected news, or heartbreaking words, present in a new way when caring for children. When you want to crawl into, or under your bed, sleep in late, and care about nothing, you are forced to put one foot in front of the other much sooner than desired when there is a young mouth to feed, wet diapers to change, and temper tantrums to console. There is nothing pretty or fun about this role, and bucking up to parenthood is the least desirable ideal when you’d rather not be noticed or needed. I don’t know why I have not processed through this concept, its bound to happen in all parents sometime throughout one’s life whether it’s when you loose a loved one, job, illness, conflict, or simply a joy that turns into a sorrow. No one ever trained me to be a mother, and they certainly didn’t prepare me on what to do as a parent when you didn’t want to or couldn’t do for yourself. But this week, I was grateful for grace, nap time, and prayer. I would like to say, all my weeping was done in the darkness of the night, and my joy shined in the morning, but it didn’t always work like that. When the monitor came crashing down on Ella’s head, we weeped together, when knees were bruised, I cried and hugged her (mostly because I needed the hug); and when Ella slept, well I did too. I tried to refuse to read the book “If your happy and you know it” (it’s her favorite) but pushed through with some tears and hand clapping, and waiting at the lab to have blood drawn was the perfect ice breaker for her to throw the tantrums I couldn’t rationalize as an adult but deeply wanted to have. This was a week, where I wanted to be the one year old and have someone else care for me. But maybe in the darkness of our weeping and sorrow as adults, it’s during these times as parents, that we have to ask ourselves, what will we be like in the morning? If there is no rejoicing, in the light of the day, eventually we will be swallowed by our own darkness. I think its ok, to let our children see us in all facets of emotion, this shows we are real, we are imperfect, and we need one another and God. But, I guess, I am now thankful that there is something forcing me to get out of bed, rejoice, and move towards the light. There is hope in a new day, there is hope in the promises of tomorrow, and there is hope in the one God, our Redeemer.