{"id":1553,"date":"2011-05-06T03:43:52","date_gmt":"2011-05-06T03:43:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.handsfreemama.com\/?p=1553"},"modified":"2011-05-06T03:46:40","modified_gmt":"2011-05-06T03:46:40","slug":"you-deserve-a-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.handsfreemama.com\/2011\/05\/06\/you-deserve-a-day\/","title":{"rendered":"You Deserve A Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
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You deserve a day to dance with the one you love, in barefeet and soft grass with angels singing from above.<\/p><\/div>\n

Mother\u2019s Day is just around the corner. I know many moms and grandmothers will receive lovely gifts, gorgeous flowers, maybe even breakfast in bed. And let\u2019s hope all mothers receive a break from any and all domestic duties!<\/p>\n

But there is something from which most women never get a reprieve.<\/p>\n

There is something that sticks with many women and mothers every single day of their life; and this \u201cpermanent fixture\u201d prevents them from living in full and complete joy.<\/p>\n

I am referring to that harsh, inner critic that lives and breathes in all of us, (some with voices louder than others).<\/p>\n

I am talking about that negative, nagging voice that goes straight to our greatest insecurities, directly attacking our most vulnerable and tender places.<\/p>\n

I am referring to the hurtful voice that we can never quite silence, no matter what age we are or how long or impressive our list of achievements.<\/p>\n

But today, in honor of Mother\u2019s Day, I am asking you to give one beautiful woman in your life a break from that voice.<\/p>\n

And you have the power to do it.<\/strong><\/p>\n

For one woman today, you can replace the negative messages with words that are loving, accepting, and kind.<\/p>\n

For one woman today, you can silence the mean and nasty inner critic and allow the voice of forgiveness, mercy and grace to speak.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut how? I am not very good with words,\u201d I can hear many of you say.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em>Not to worry, because words are my specialty. And I am honored to give them to you. The only condition is that you must share them with someone else.<\/p>\n

These words are for any woman in your life who is a mother, has acted as a mother, or may one day become a mother.<\/p>\n

This is for any woman you think deserves to have a little kindness, a little compassion, and a little love planted inside her heart to grow and flourish.<\/p>\n

This is for any woman that comes to your mind as you read this.<\/p>\n

This is for her\u2026<\/p>\n

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You Deserve A Day<\/em><\/p>\n

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You deserve a day to feel beautiful in your own skin,
\nA day where certain body parts are neither too fat nor too thin.<\/em><\/p>\n

You deserve a day to see your valued presence on this earth,
\nA day where age, weight, and IQ don\u2019t determine your worth.<\/em><\/p>\n

You deserve a day when you can speak your mind with ease,
\nA day where every dream you ever had is yours to seize.<\/em><\/p>\n

You deserve a day where your thoughts go up like bright balloons,
\nA day without judgment and ridicule to last for many moons.<\/em><\/p>\n

You deserve a day to feel good in the place you are,
\nA day to embrace your imperfections and heal your hidden scars.<\/em><\/p>\n

You deserve a day to feel proud of the life you\u2019ve made,<\/em>
\nA day where regrets and past mistakes suddenly fade.<\/em><\/p>\n

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You deserve a day to be loved without restraint,
\nA day free from being judged as a sinner or a saint.<\/em><\/p>\n

You belong in a valley with pink daffodils beneath your feet,
\nYou belong in an orchard with apples tasty and sweet.<\/em><\/p>\n

You belong on a lazy hammock with an icy cold drink in hand,
\nYou belong in a field of yellow sunflowers fragrant and grand.<\/em><\/p>\n

You belong in the sunshine and never in the rain,
\nYou belong in a place of safety far from misery and pain.<\/em><\/p>\n

You belong on an island with coconut breezes in your hair,
\nYou belong in a peaceful sanctuary far from worry and care.<\/em><\/p>\n

You belong in place of forgiveness and grace,
\nYou belong with rays of hope shining on your face.<\/em><\/p>\n

You deserve a day, if not one thousand more,
\nTo be celebrated, appreciated, and lovingly adored.
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If you received this today:<\/strong><\/address>\n

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Someone thinks you are beautiful.<\/strong><\/span>
\nSomeone thinks you are amazing.<\/strong>
\nSomeone\u2019s heart beats for you.<\/strong>
\nSomeone is grateful for your love.<\/strong>
\nSomeone can\u2019t imagine life without you.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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May all these good things come to you simply because you have loved someone like a mother, and there is no greater gift than that.<\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n

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Today\u2019s challenge is one of my favorite Hands Free tactics which is called, \u201cTake Time to Say It.\u201d Someone came to mind while you read this. You know what to do. Click the \u201cshare\u201d button below. Send it as a message of gratitude for all she has added to your life. This message is meant to be shared. Let her know that she deserves at least a day, if not one thousand more.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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