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On Motherhood {Part IV}

All I want for Mother’s Day is for you all to get along.
I want you [four] to have what I never could.
Your Baba wasn’t able to bear more children than just me.

I wish for you to realize how beautiful what you have really is.
Forget about little transgressions.
They just don’t mean a thing.

Be respectful.
Allow each others’ faults.
Help one another grow.

Come together.
Be there for each other.
Smile and laugh and sing together.

Don’t take everything so seriously.
Just enjoy the siblinghood.
I promise that you don’t realize how special what you have is.

Be sweet.
Give each other compliments.
Help each other shine.

All I want for Mother’s Day is for you, my children, to love each other.
Brothers and sister.
The only child in me BEGS this of you.

On Motherhood {Part I}
On Motherhood {Part II}
On Motherhood {Part III}



This post is the final part of a four part sponsored Tiny Prints Mother’s Day campaign. Tiny Prints has Mother’s Day cards that are fully customizable, and can be sent straight to the recipient. For someone, such as myself, who always forgets to send out cards on time, this new service that Tiny Prints is offering is just awesome. You can schedule your cards or gifts to go out, letting all the mothers in your life know how special they are, and how much you treasure them!   While this series is sponsored, the feelings I have shared are my own, and my love for Tiny Prints—the company, their dedication, and their products—is completely genuine.

On Motherhood {Part III}

As a mother I have hopes and dreams for my children. There’s so much to teach them, so much for them to learn, but if they only remember one thing about life, it would have to be….

…to smile,

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…to be gracious,

…to beam,

…to express pure joy and friendliness,

…to ALWAYS be tender, love each other, open their hearts, and express it—always—on their beautiful faces.


It is my hope and wish that with love, happiness, and smiles they will radiate; the world will be a better place for it, I know!

On Motherhood {Part I}
On Motherhood {Part II}


This post is part of a four part sponsored Tiny Prints Mother’s Day campaign. Tiny Prints has Mother’s Day cards that are fully customizable, and can be sent straight to the recipient. For someone, such as myself, who always forgets to send out cards on time, this new service that Tiny Prints is offering is just awesome. You can schedule your cards or gifts to go out, letting all the mothers in your life know how special they are, and how much you treasure them! Stay tuned for more of my reflections on motherhood.

On Motherhood {Part II}

PhotobucketPhotobucketI can still smell the sweaty air of the gym room where the competition was being held.  He had been preparing for months to enter the sparring ring, and while he prepared I tried to put it out of my mind that I could not be in that ring with him to defend him from round house kicks or punches.  With each minute that passed my heart would jump up into my throat.  Sitting on the edge of my seat I surely worried that he would be hurt.  Ultimately, I knew that he would be all right.  I knew that no matter what this was the beginning of letting go.   And, his success was dependent upon my ability to let go, watch from the side lines, and be there when it was all said and done.

He looked so small amidst all the players.  He was my oldest, but he was still a baby to me.  Do they ever become anything other than your baby?   I don’t think so, but, regardless, you still have to let go.

A few weeks ago I felt the same way when I dropped him off at the day-long air-soft playing field.  I looked around at all the other “boys”, and they seemed so much bigger that my new teenage boy.   What was I doing dropping him off to run around while little plastic bb’s were shot at him?

“You reeeeeeeally like this, Mikey?”

“Yes, Mama, I reeeeeeeeally like it.  Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

“But, but, but, they look so big.  And, they have knee pads.  Do you need knee pads?”

“Mama, I’m fine without knee pads.  I’m fine.  I’ll be fine.”

Well, I guess I should go now.  Be careful.”

“Yes, Mama, you should go now.  I’ll be careful.”

“Can I hug you?”

“Not right now.”

“Ok. I love you.”

“Yeah, me too, Mama.”

Recently I was asked, “What has been the most surprising thing about motherhood?”

That answer’s simple….the most surprising thing is how easy (albeit bittersweet) it has been to let go the older the kids get.

I could tell so many stories about letting go, and the fear that’s associated with it.   Though it’s been really astounding to me how easy it’s been, there is always this stomach churning fear, right before the actual act of letting go.  But, being the mother to four children (who aren’t staying babies, even though I have begged and pleaded with them not to grow up so fast) means that I have to let them go.  I have to let them make mistakes.  I have to let them get hurt.  I have to let them find their own way in the world.

With every frustrating, hair-pulling, gut-wrenching day that passes, they learn something, and I have complete faith, that no matter what, they will step one foot in front of the other and make the right choices in their lives.  Whether it’s in a sparring ring, an air-soft field, “walking like a big-boy” in Wal-mart, at a sleepover at a friend’s house, or walking to the library my Mama instinct tells me that they will do the right thing.   That? Makes it easy (read: easier) to let go.  Plus, they know that I’m always there for them, no matter where life takes them.

What’s been the most surprising thing–about motherhood--to you?

On Motherhood {Part I}


This post is part of a four part sponsored Tiny Prints Mother’s Day campaign.  Tiny Prints has Mother’s Day cards that are fully customizable, and can be sent straight to the recipient.  For someone, such as myself, who always forgets to send out cards on time, this new service that Tiny Prints is offering is just awesome.  You can schedule your cards or gifts to go out, letting all the mothers in your life know how special they are, and how much you treasure them!  Stay tuned for more of my reflections on motherhood.

 

On Motherhood {Part I}

Mama & BabyI remember standing over my first newborn baby, as he slept soundly in his bassinet, thinking to myself that I had no idea what I was doing.  I went from a mostly carefree married woman to a mother.  The nine months prepared me, I was ready for it, but I doubted knowing what I was doing.   Yet, still, I stood over him, watching his chest rise and fall, dreaming of the days to come.   What would his favorite color be?   Would he love bubbles?  Would he always like to fall asleep, on my shoulder, with me singing him a sweet lullaby?

Would I mess him up?  Would I be good enough for him?

As he slept one night, a couple months later, I watched over him again thinking how marvelous it would be if he had a little brother or sister Photobucketto love.   All the while, deep within me, grew a second perfect little human being.  The following almost-nine months would be spent worrying if I would have enough in me to give.    Each night, as I rocked my first baby to sleep with a new baby—a girl—growing inside of me, I would dream some more.   Would they love to play make-believe together?  Would they feed each other bites of their ice cream because they would have different tastes, yet within them lived the desire to try something new?   Would they sing songs together; the very songs that I’d sang to them, as they fell fast asleep at nap and at night?   Would they fight?  Would they be best friends?

Would I mess them up?  Would I be good enough for the both of them?

There was never a plan to have three children so close-in-age.  Blessings don’t have to go according to plan, though.  And, by the millennium I was the mother to three babies.   Going from two to three was almost effortless.  Other than the simultaneous pooping, never ending supply of sippy cups and bottles, and round-the-clock Blue’s Clues and Veggie Tales, it wasn’t that bad.   It was tiring.  There was constant movement.   But, it was manageable.   My favorite part of the day was our bedtime routine.  The baby in my arms, the girl would sit to my right, as she twirled my hair in her chubby fingers, and the big boy would sit with his Papa.   As the baby fell asleep in my arms, I would think about the day we had, reflecting upon how time felt so short because they were growing so quickly.   Still something in me would say, “you have forever to get it right, Mishelle.”

Relentlessly, I would worry about messing them up, and I’d continue to question if I would be good enough for all of them.

PhotobucketYears flew by and in between we’d get lost in the day-in-and-day-out.   My expectations of “perfect days” would be bounced out of the window when the reality of days took over.  It didn’t really matter, though; there was constant laughter and singing and ice cream and park play and, most of all, love.   Certainly those thoughts about being a good enough mother would infiltrate my mind, but my heart would tell me that I was.  My heart would let my eyes see my children in these moments that proved to me that I was doing my best, and that I wasn’t messing them up.

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Years later while sitting on my bed, on my thirty-second birthday, drinking coffee, I shared with Michael that I was pregnant again.   I wondered… What kind of relationships would the bigs have with the new baby?  Would they change his diapers?  Would they take him to the park when they were old enough to drive?   Would they teach him our songs?   And, again, I was flooded with thoughts about what kind of mother I would be to this new baby, so many years later, with bigger kids.

Would I mess him up, and would I be good enough for my evolving family?

 

I have never professed to be the perfect mother.  I might yell too much at times.  I might make mistakes.  I might say the wrong things at the wrong times.  I might butt heads.  I might resort to pizza on nights that I don’t feel like cooking.

But…

I have come to the realization that there is no such thing as a perfect mother.

Fearing that you will mess up your children or questioning if you’re good enough just shows [your] vulnerability.

I am proud to say that I am a vulnerable mother.  That is what makes me believe—with all my heart—that I cannot mess up my children, because I am absolutely a good enough mother for them.


This post is part of a four part sponsored Tiny Prints Mother’s day campaign.  Tiny Prints has Mother’s Day cards that are fully customizable, and can be sent straight to the recipient.  For someone, such as myself, who always forgets to send out cards on time, this new service that Tiny Prints is offering is just awesome.  You can schedule your cards and gifts to go out, letting all the mothers in your life know how special they are, and how much you treasure them!  Stay tuned for more of my reflections on motherhood.

 

First Impressions Matter and Your Business Card Can Make a Lasting One

Your business card will often be the first impression your client receives.
It conveys your professionalism, and when you hand it to a prospective client it speaks volumes for you.  If you have a really poor quality business card, especially for a photography business, how can you convey that the images you deliver will not be the same?

A while back I needed some new business cards for Mishelle Lane Photography.  We found a place and Michael designed the cards.  The design was great.  On the computer screen.  But, when we got the cards we were very unimpressed.  The print job was extremely cheap in appearance,  the cut edges were ragged, and the writing was too light and small (lighter and smaller than what was shown when they were designed.)   I just knew that I couldn’t let these cards represent me.

See?  This is not the first impression I want to give people who will be inquiring about my photography services.  No way, no how.

I want quality.  I want precision.  I want something I can be proud to hand someone.

I thought about the quality and precision of my last Christmas card.  The card that to this day still gets compliments from friends and family.  It was a card that I was absolutely proud to send out to convey our holiday message.   The card was from Tiny Prints.

Then I remembered that Rick from Tiny Prints wanted me to do a review for them.  I contacted him to see if I could review business cards and he loved the idea.

I got to creating.  This is what I got:

I decided to go with two different designs because I just couldn’t decide on one.  The one with the vintage frame was my favorite, but I also liked the one with the simple, classy, red lines separating my business information.   To top it off I added my logo to the back of the card knowing that Tiny Prints wouldn’t print it upside down like the previous set I had ordered and subsequently returned from the company that shall remain nameless.

When I opened up my cards I was not disappointed, at all.  And I felt pride.

The textured card stock that is used is top notch.  They also have recycled paper as an option.  I had my Christmas cards printed on the recycled paper;  I know how awesome it is, too.

The printing is crisp

The edges are cut clean.

The cards are elegant and exactly what I want to represent Mishelle Lane Photography.   They are stylish and full of professional flair.

In addition to the quality of the business cards themselves, you know you are going to get excellent customer service when you use Tiny Prints.

When I designed my Christmas cards there was a mistake in the written part.  Tiny Prints pays attention to the details. I immediately got an email AND a phone call to verify the correction.   I mean, maybe I really did want them to say, “May the spirit of the blessed holiday shine up you” instead of “upon you.”    But, they wanted to make sure.   I loved that and it spoke volumes for the company I was doing business with.

Invitations, announcements, stationary, holiday, business cards, photo books, wall calendars, and photo gifts… Tiny Prints does it all.

[The business cards were given to me to review. The opinions I have shared here, though, are fully my own.]



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