When life gives you lemons...

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...sometimes you make lemonade. Sometimes you just have a bunch of useless lemons. Especially if it's winter, and lemons are out of season and kind of yucky.

So, the past few weeks have been a crap fest (both literally and figuratively - check out the last post) at BadAssMama Central. As a result, The BadAssMama has been a bit less of her badass self. I've been more like the CrankyAssMama. The ExhaustedAssMama. The bury-my-head-in-the-sand-and-hope-the-sun-comes-out-tomorrow mama. But, after a few weeks of relatively justifiable sulking, I've decided that I'm sick of moping and I'm turning a new leaf.

Come to think of it, I think that's really one of our main jobs as parents. To teach our kids how to bounce back when life bites you in the butt. Life comes at you - fast. Sometimes (hopefully most of the time) things are good. There are a few bumps in the road, but your family and friends are near to cheer you on. Other times, the hits just keep on coming. When you feel like lemons are raining from the sky (denting your new truck and squirting you in your already-pink-eye), it's easy to sit in the corner and sulk. Or yell at everyone around you. Hell, I've done a bit of both over the past few weeks. But when it comes right down to it, sulking and yelling don't really make you feel any better. You have to lick your wounds, wipe the lemon juice out of your pink-eye and keep it moving.

I didn't do the best job of teaching my kids how to deal with adversity over the past week. Frankly, I've been a raging bitch for roughly the past ten days. It's a testament to my husband's willpower, love and patience (or loss-of-will-to-live) that we are even still married at this point. But, we are...and he still seems to like me a bit.

The funny part is, I think my kids have taught me more about the power of resilience in the past few weeks than I have taught them. Take Little A - for 36 hours last week, this poor kid was puking his guts out roughly every 2 hours. When the wave would come, he would freak the hell out. But as soon as it was over, he was back to playing with his new Hot Wheels set from Abuela, reading a book or watching a movie with his brother. He didn't pretend that the vomit didn't bother him. He hated it! He was scared and eventually really pissed off that it kept happening. But once it was over, it was over. He picked up where he left off with his toys and kept it moving.

Maybe that's the real lesson here. Resilience isn't about pretending that it never happened. Acknowledge the bad things. Be in the moment, and feel whatever it is that you are feeling - fully. Then move on. Because, really, you can only truly move on from the bad things if you've let yourself experience them.

Smart kid. I wonder who his mother is...
Pamela D. Hart said...

It's something how our kids can teach us too.

And isn't it wonderful that our husbands can still love us even when we aren't our most loving -charming-funny-adoring-do-it-all-selves?

So it's not all bad!

I so hope things are on the UP for you now.

I'm totally rooting for you!

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