Busted...Kind Of.

She was busted. So. Busted. Right there on the landing was my daughter with the very tip of a broken, orange crayon in hand, kicking her feet behind her. She was casually scribbling on the gray walls. Those carefully selected gray walls whose touch up paint was solidly frozen in the garage were suddenly in desperate need of fresh, unfrozen paint.

My first thought, though, was not of the inevitable scrubbing or the unusable paint. That very first thought was an observational, "Look at that girl's incredible grip!"

coloring on the walls

I stood still for a moment, observing her focus and natural artistic abilities. It was impressive and not necessarily surprising. Harper is my songbird and dancer. As much as her brother is the ordered engineer and leader, she is our sassy, creative spirit. So I held on. Just for a moment. The walls already needed to be scrubbed. She wasn't in any danger. What was another second of enjoyment before I set the "we don't color on the walls" boundary? Sometimes I delay stepping in - not to be a lazy, overly lenient mother, but because I know there's no going back. Once I lay down the correction, I have to stick to it. Once I step in, a small piece of childhood innocence is forever taken. Sometimes the childhood experience is just as important as growing up.

Eventually, though, I cleared my throat. "Harper? What are you doing?" She looked up in surprise. Then, with a calculation that still blows my mind, she turned on that megawatt smile and let out a giggle that could take the hardest of hearts hostage.

Look out, world. She's out there. 

As Harper does, she turned back to the wall and kept coloring. I hadn't said the words. She doesn't outwardly disobey, but Harper does wait for the exact instruction. Oooooh, how she already loves the gray area.

It was not a fight to make her stop. She climbed down the stairs, taking the broken crayon with her. For me, though... It was one of those bittersweet moments. I was proud of her cognitive and artistic strengths. I was sad to see my baby growing up. Mostly? I was excited to imagine what that little soul might someday become. 

Moms? Dads? Soak it in. In the stress, frustration, and mess of raising littles, allow yourself to step back and enjoy it. Allow yourself to see the incredible miracle those little, growing babies really are. These little moments have so much to teach us.

If only we let them.


Rebecca Mogg

After almost eight years as a well-paid, white collar career woman; my family's principal breadwinner (by a long shot); two babies; postpartum depression combined with emotional abuse; a loving, supportive husband who was always working his demanding job both on site and at home; and only one real vacation (leave was hoarded for family commitments and maternity leave), I was DONE. I was tired of being told I could have it all and, in the same breath, that I could not. I was at a crossroads: continue careening down a path that would surely destroy me and even end my marriage OR make changes that gave me time freedom, work/life balance, a happier family, and a happier ME.

I chose CHANGE. I walked away from that demanding, soul crushing arena to embrace my true self and create the life of my dreams. I left so I could travel when I CHOSE to travel, not when someone demanded it. I walked away from other people dictating when I could be a mother so I could decide that for my family. I chose to be a business woman on my own terms. At the end of the day, I walked away to empower not only myself, but women everywhere.

My main business is coaching others in weight loss, healthy aging, wealth creation, and performance. This lifestyle site is my way of sharing my God-led journey in hopes of inspiring, motivating, emboldening, and empowering each of you. 

So here I am: sharing my truth and relationship with the divine through my family and everyday life. I'm here to share love. It's a bold move in an age where talking about God is almost taboo. The last thing I want to do is isolate anyone. But He has called me to this and I have learned to do as He tells me to do! Most days anyway. I am, after all, incredibly human. Ha!