She's Listening...

Tuesday, March 19, 2013


I may not have a daughter yet, but I am one.

My mother taught me many, many things. She taught me to cook, to sew, to serve, to scrub a bathtub properly, to sing, to read, and many other valuable skills and lessons on life. Unfortunately, my wonderful mother also taught me to never be quite satisfied with myself.

Bless her heart, my mother is an angel. She is thoughtful, kind, beautiful, patient, creative, and strong. She may also be the most self-critical woman I've ever known. I've seen it in other women of her generation as well.

As a small child (and still today), I looked up to these wonderful women in my life. They sang like angels, had smiles and hugs that could warm a room, served incessantly in their families and communities, cooked the best darn food around, and seemed to always be juggling a hundred productive things at once. They were everything I wanted to be and more.

Unfortunately, they also spoke openly and frequently about all the ways in which they felt inadequate... all the ways in which their peers were more accomplished and more capable than they would ever be. They magnified their weaknesses and downplayed their strengths. They complained about their bodies and their difficult hair. They compared the worst of themselves against the best of others. Perhaps, they were taught that this was humility? They may not have spoken these things directly to me, but I was listening.

I am in no way trying to say that my mother failed me. I am simply saying that I wish she had known how deeply I was affected by her own negative self-talk. I wish she had loved herself as deeply and spoken of herself as highly as she did me. It was hard to believe that I could ever be good enough if someone as wonderful as her was apparently so deeply flawed.

I will say to you what I have tried to express to her on many occasions in the last few years. It applies to you as much as it does to her...

Please stop buying into all the ways in which society is telling you that you are not good enough. Please decide now to be more accepting of yourself both inwardly and outwardly. Please cease highlighting your weaknesses and start acknowledging your strengths. Please know that you are beautiful and important. Please stop comparing yourself to everyone around you and feeling like you always come up short.  When someone compliments you, say "Thank You" and then please take the compliment to heart and believe them. If there is supposedly so much wrong with you, then why do so many people love and admire you? You are beautiful and perfect because you are YOU and there is nobody else in the world just like you. I deeply and genuinely believe this.

There is a problem among women in our society with believing that we are valuable. We spend too much time and energy focusing on the ways in which we want to be different or better, rather than the ways in which we are already good enough. Too often, we are good at acknowledging the strengths of those around us, and yet terrible at doing the same for ourselves. Why would you want to be just like someone else? Or look just like someone else? Imagine how boring our world would be if we were all the same! Please help me stop this cycle. Look in the mirror and tell yourself you are wonderful and worthwhile - Do it every day! Each time you practice self-compassion, you give others permission to do the same.


In no way am I saying that I am perfect at this practice, but I am trying. I have been working on it for several years and I'll tell you that it gets easier with time. If loving yourself completely seems like an overwhelming endeavor, then just start by acting as if you believe it. If you just can't accept that you might already be perfect as you are, consult with God - ask Him to help you see yourself through His eyes. He will aid you in this endeavor. He loves you deeply just the way He made you, and He longs for you to value yourself the same.

So, if you don't yet have a daughter, then please take this opportunity to pledge that you will never NEVER never diminish yourself in her future presence. And if you already have children, please pledge to start now and be as kind to yourself as you are to them. Your children will learn to view themselves in a more compassionate light as they watch you do the same for yourself.

Every time I overhear a mother talking about her body dissatisfaction or belittling herself in any way in the presence of her children, I cringe. I desperately want to stop her in her tracks and shake her until she realizes... little ears are listening!

Your negative self-talk does not go unnoticed. She loves you and looks up to you and maybe even hopes to be Just. Like. You.  Each time you deplete your own worth, she wonders how she'll ever be good enough if you're not. Little ears are listening. Please be careful what you say.

Organized Chaos

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Let's just be up front about this... I am NO domestic goddess. Don't get me wrong, I'm not totally inept. I am a pretty damn good cook, I just don't do windows. Really though, around here a spotless house is probably a sign that Mr. Jenkins had a day off work and took matters into his own hands.

He and I have a slight difference in opinion when it comes to the "cleanliness" of our abode. He is happiest in a home that is nearly spotless from top to bottom--organized and open. I, on the other hand, thrive more in an environment of organized chaos (i.e. everything may not be in its place, but I still know where everything is.)

I really do believe in having a "lived in" house. I think the day to day messes are a big part of what makes a house a home. Many women I know seem to feel strongly that their homes should always look Parade of Homes worthy when company comes over, or even when no company is expected. Well, out of courtesy to those women, I may tell you "Sorry for the mess!" when you come by, but I'm really not sorry at all. You can learn a lot about a family from their mess...

That pile of dishes in the sink?
Evidence of the lovingly prepared (or rewarmed) dinner from last night.

That toy-strewn floor in the living room?
Proof that I love to play with my child. Also an indication that I believe children should be able to explore their environment freely. It's how they learn!

The blanket laying haphazardly on the floor?
Staying comfy and cozy is a priority for me in our home.

Those streaks and handprints on the inside of my windows?
Ok, yes I really do just hate cleaning windows. But also, they are kind of adorable.

Anyways, you get the idea.

I'm not saying that I never clean! I really can scrub and organize with the best of them (I can even get windows to glisten, I just don't). My house may sometimes be cluttered, but it does not emit unidentifiable odors. Dishes may sit in the sink for a day, but probably not longer. Toys may litter the floor at all times, but only because they are used continuously. I may leave a cookbook out on the counter, but that's because I know I'm going to use it tomorrow. That is the kind of clean I believe in. A lived in home is not spotless and perfect all the time, but it can be occasionally.

Over the years, Mr. Jenkins and I have started to meet halfway on these issues (although he did scrub a pan last night while I was in between using it in the middle of cooking dinner, haha). I let him clean when he needs to, and I tidy up as much as I can day to day. In return, he understands that a messy house is either an indication that I had a rough day or that our little guy is sometimes just too cute to put down in order to focus on other things. We accept our different ideas of cleanliness more and more over time.

So, no, I don't believe that "a clean house is a sign of a wasted life" like I've seen in a few memes lately. However, I would submit to you that a neurotic need to clean your house incessantly might be a good indication that you are missing out on some beautiful pieces of life.

I will never regret putting off that dirty toilet to rock my sleeping baby, or ignoring the dishes so I could answer my sister's phone call. I can guarantee you though that I will always regret ignoring my loved ones in favor of cleaning yet another mess that arises amidst living life to the fullest.

So please, don't clean your house just because I'm coming by to visit, and don't bother apologizing for the mess. I'd rather hear about the game you played with your child that created said mess. Besides, if you clean up all of last night's dishes, how will I ever know that you ate something delicious so I can ask you for the recipe?