"As Light as a Feather..."

So...today a friend reminded me of an amazing movie that I many times avoid...."Dumbo."  Don't get me wrong... this is a great movie... just brings tears to my eyes.  I try to avoid the teary-eyed moments when I can.

If you can remember...Dumbo could only fly when he was holding his feather.  If you can remember, the train had to tell itself..."I think I can, I think I can."

Okay, lets be honest, I am telling myself this tonight. 

I just turned 30 and those of you who really know me the thought of doing something that terrifies me...well, really terrifies me.

Being a mom, I am constantly telling my kids that they can do anything that they put their mind to.  What???  Why do I tell my kids this when I cannot live it out myself?  Why is it such a scary thing?  Do I tell them this because I have my own regrets and do not want them to have the same regrets I have?  Honestly, probably.  I want them to have more than I have.  I want them to have securities that I lack.  I want them to know that THEY ARE AMAZING.

I ALWAYS had the love, security, and support from my parents.  I do not know why people are built with different types of confidence.  Why is it easy for some?  Why is it hard for others?  I do not know.  I probably put it on myself.  I tell Justin all the time, I had to make A's, not because my parents made me, but because I HAD TO!  It was who I was.  It is who I am.

Watching my son play soccer today (in the cold "Florida" weather), a boy was so upset that it was so cold.  He was not allowed to wear his sweatshirt.  He had a temper tantrum.  My friend offered him some gloves.  It cured his crying immediately.  His gloves were his "feather."

When a little child falls down and gets hurt, the only thing they want is their mother.  Their mother is their "feather."

When I am sick to this very day, I want my mom.  My mom is my "feather."

Being a mom has its perks but also has its major responsibilities.  We are THE feather that makes our kids fly (just like in Dumbo).  We are an encouragement, we are their motivation.  However,  what is our feather?  

For those of you who are still searching, I challenge you to find your feather.  I search for feathers every day to make me fly.  I am lucky enough to have God.  I am lucky enough to have Justin.  But...I tell you out of honesty, I have so many insecurities that each day I have to find a different color, different size, different prayers... to not let my feathers fall so I do not come crashing down.  It has happened.  I have fallen.  I have crashed.  

Tonight, as you hit your head on your pillow, or each morning as you wake up, think about what kind of feather you are holding to keep you flying.  

My Repurpose for Today : "Remember that when my weight gets too heavy, let it all fall and pick up my feather."