33 well-planned articles of clothing. There are spreadsheets, books, and courses devoted to the concept. Wearers meticulously design them based on mix-and-match potential and classic looks. I did something crazier. I wore the same 5 dresses for 100 days. This was not well planned. Back in April, I decided to try out that Lularoe Nicole dress. Or 5 of them. Because when I like something I go all in. Laughing about my purchase, I told a friend “I should wear one each day of the week!” She said “When will you do laundry? And wouldn’t you need 7?” [See, this is why you have friends smarter than you] Ignoring these practicalities, I decided to go even deeper. Here’s what I gained by wearing the same 5 dresses for 100 days.
A blogger I deeply admire recently wrote about why we call God Father, not mother. (Hint: Because He asked us to!) It’s a great post. Be sure to read it! It’s full of meaty quotes from the catechism. As I read it, I considered why people would want to call God mother. Those who do so are sincerely questing after God. We all make this mistake occasionally. By making God more like us, we hope to bring Him nearer. But we are made in His image. We cannot remake Him in our own. Then we are just a series of mirrors reflecting and refracting endlessly on. We do not gain a fruitful creation; only mere illusion. None of this is necessary! God being Father does not invalidate or diminish my vocation as a mother. After all, He is the author of human motherhood. Trust in Him to imbue your state with everything that is necessary!
If you have longed for good fellowship with other Catholic women, see if there’s a Blessed Brunch in your area. These are potluck meals fostering faith + friendship. Blessed is She coordinates emails, the hostess opens her home and follows the guide, the guests bring the food + fellowship. If there isn’t one near you, consider hosting it yourself!
An unsung benefit of having Catholic mom friends is all the babies = all the birthday parties. Ergo, lots of cupcakes.
In 2014, I was feeling swamped. My son was a high-needs infant, stuck in that gap between wanting to be into everything, and unable to crawl yet. All day long, I felt like I was putting out fires. There was no order. I couldn’t tell you what my priorities were. Just getting through the day alive?
That’s when I joined a small book study online. The group was reading and discussing A Mother’s Rule of Life. From the author and the women in the group, I learned how to prioritize my new life as a mom.
All mothers have a home life. It can be tempting to see the heavy demands of homemaking as obstacles to holiness. After all, dealing with constant interruptions and crying kids distract you, making devotions short and tempers high. If only there were some way to turn all of this mess into holiness!
The Fringe Hours by Jessica N. Turner is the pleasant entree into book writing from the popular lifestyle blogger at The Mom Creative. More gentle encouragement than rallying cry, Turner invites women to rediscover their interests, take time for themselves, and embrace the demands of whichever stage of life they are in. This is the book to read for women in need of permission to care for themselves. If you are lost, if you are drowning, if you cannot remember that there is a uniquely crafted individual underneath the shifting mass of external responsibilities, here is your permission. Here is your prescription. Rescue yourself!