Be Yourself, Live Your Best Life Leslie Ambrose Be Yourself, Live Your Best Life Leslie Ambrose

Self-expression Is Perfect Beauty

Come with me to this happy place…

Imagine the to-do list is complete, all needs are tended, the schedule is clear. You have an entire free day. (sigh) Feel your shoulders release and your airflow regulate to a slow and steady baby-belly breath.  

What do you do with this Me time…

When do you feel most like you? What is your self-expression where you feel refreshing energy and boundless joy? 

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Mine to Love, Not to Keep

As I ran down the sidewalk holding the bicycle seat as my daughter learned to ride, I was reluctant to let go.  If I let go, she might fall.  She might get hurt. She might hit her head.  Did I struggle to release my grip?  Yep.  However, I knew she couldn’t succeed until I did. 

Let go of the bike, but not the Love. Then, appreciate her journey from alongside her.

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Wonder of the Season

The bright face of wonder in a Little fully immersed in her music can illuminate any room… makes the mommy heart happy.  

Concert season also means a variety of other Littles singing, dancing, playing instruments, and performing skits.  Even during the older kid performances which are mandated by school, I find myself thinking, “Well… there’s one only a mother could love.”  Snarky, right?  I don’t mean to be, but sometimes you hear that tuba squawk and wish you had stepped out a minute to use the bathroom or take a phone call or something… But spot the family, and, sure enough, they are beaming with delight at their child on stage.  My wonder of that performance is different than their wonder of that performance.  And though I try not to, on occasion, I do wonder. What if…

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Sleigh-ing It

The sea of children with red and green hats began with Christmas poetry.  After the first, the audience applauded, and my Little’s face brightened.  As she realized the clapping was a recognition, an enormous smile spread slowly over her face and expanded into the room.  Next poem began and my Little was really feeling it. 

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