{"id":7203,"date":"2017-01-09T08:12:45","date_gmt":"2017-01-09T14:12:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.handsfreemama.com\/?p=7203"},"modified":"2022-12-30T13:54:29","modified_gmt":"2022-12-30T19:54:29","slug":"when-you-feel-failure-in-2017-i-want-you-to-remember-this","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.handsfreemama.com\/2017\/01\/09\/when-you-feel-failure-in-2017-i-want-you-to-remember-this\/","title":{"rendered":"When You Feel New Year Failure, Please Remember This"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\n\u201cIf I know what love is, it is because of you.\u201d<\/em>
\n-Herman Hesse<\/p>\n

During my break from the online world over the holidays, I listened to one song over and over while I walked outside: \u201cI Remember Her<\/a>\u201d by Ingrid Michaelson. My favorite lines are these:<\/p>\n

\u201cShe would kiss my hand
\n<\/em>She would kiss my head
\n<\/em>And she'd fall asleep with me
\n<\/em>In my tiny bed<\/em><\/p>\n

She would sing me lullabies
\n<\/em>Gave me my hazel eyes
\n<\/em>And then she called me beautiful
\n<\/em>She made me beautiful<\/em><\/p>\n

I remember her, I remember her
\n<\/em>I remember her so well.\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n

When I got to see her perform it live in concert, I noticed Ingrid\u2019s confidence \u2026 her willingness to bear her scars \u2026 the comfort she had in her own skin. And now I know. She walks around this earth wearing her mother\u2019s love<\/a>.<\/p>\n

And I couldn\u2019t get enough of the song that told that story.\u00a0Maybe it was because my own mother was in my home for a visit, her hands weathered and bruised but loving no less… or maybe it was because I've been so worried about the state of the world, and I want my children to wear my love like protective armor as they navigate life's challenges.<\/p>\n

So often I wonder what my children will remember about me. I want them to remember love, like Ingrid does.<\/p>\n

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An answer came unexpectedly while lying in bed with my ten\u2013year-old daughter. Our faces glowed under the tiny, white lights she strung up for Santa \u2013 lights that stayed securely in place in the new year when the rest of the holiday decorations came down. Beneath her beloved twinkle lights, I showed her video clips of her recent basketball game.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo, Avery!\u201d you could hear me cheer in one particular video. My daughter watched that 31-second clip seven times.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you say at the end, Mama?\u201d she asked curiously.<\/p>\n

\u201cI say: I can\u2019t handle it<\/em>.\u201d I smiled.<\/p>\n

She looked confused.<\/p>\n

\u201cI get nervous and excited and my heart beats right out of my chest when I watch you play!\u201d I explained. \u201cSometimes it feels like too much to handle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI love you,\u201d she said in response to her emotional mother. As she cuddled in closer she whispered, \u201cI am glad you are my mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I am glad you are my daughter,\u201d I responded. That\u2019s when I almost got up. Our heartfelt exchange seemed like the perfect time to kiss her cheek and say goodnight \u2026 plus, there were dirty dishes in the sink and holiday disarray still filled the floor.<\/p>\n

But my heart said: Stay. Just sixty more seconds.<\/em><\/p>\n

I am learning to listen to it. I\u2019m learning my heart knows. <\/strong><\/p>\n

And in those extra sixty seconds, I received an answer to my long-wondered question: What will she remember?<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u201cI remember laying my head on your lap at church when I was little,\u201d she began unexpectedly, \u201cand you would run your fingers though my hair. I would look up at the tall\u00a0ceiling and pretend I was walking on the highest\u00a0beams. You lifted me up there. I was on top of the world.\u201d<\/p>\n

The hairs on my arms stood up. I remembered those days in our former church vividly, but my recollection was vastly different than hers.<\/p>\n

At the time of this particular memory, this child was very attached to me and did not want to go anywhere \u2013 not even church childcare \u2013 without me. We were new in a brand new state. I\u2019d left my parents behind in the move. My husband traveled during the week. I was a little lost and completely overwhelmed.<\/p>\n

And in the same moment my child felt my love, tears dripped down my face as the pastor spoke, and I wondered how badly I was failing.<\/p>\n

The disparity between her memory and my memory was almost laughable now.<\/p>\n

But it was also greatly comforting.<\/p>\n

You can feel like you\u2019re failing and still BE LOVE. <\/strong><\/h3>\n

You can feel like you\u2019re in the dark and still be someone\u2019s light. <\/strong><\/h3>\n

You can feel like you\u2019re going under and still lift someone up. <\/strong><\/h3>\n

You can feel like you\u2019re failing and still BE LOVE. <\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

Thank you, God.\u00a0I\u2019d been wondering.<\/p>\n

But there was more. And you need to hear this.<\/p>\n

The other day, I went to visit a friend who had major surgery. Due to anesthesia, her mind was fuzzy and she easily lost her train of thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was going to tell you something when you came over,\u201d my friend said, scratching her head. \u201cAnd now I can\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019ll come to you,\u201d I assured, having gone through a few surgeries myself. My friend and I moved on to other topics like aging parents, keeping indoor plants alive, and the pros and cons of pain medication.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh! I know,\u201d she said excitedly, gently propping herself up on a pillow. But before she told me what it was, she said the most beautiful remark: \u201cThank you for staying long enough for me to remember.\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly, it all came together \u2026 my obsession with Ingrid\u2019s song, my daughter\u2019s unexpected recollection, my friend\u2019s gratitude for staying a little longer \u2026<\/p>\n

THIS is the message we need as we begin a New Year:\u00a0Thank you for staying long enough to remember.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Please listen carefully:<\/p>\n

Last year was a brutal one for many. Maybe it was one of your lowest \u2026 darkest \u2026 most uncertain years to date \u2026 but you stayed long enough to remember what you came here for.<\/p>\n

In the dictionary, remembering<\/em> means to\u00a0recall to the mind with effort \u2013 to think of again<\/em>, but it also means to return to original shape or form.<\/em><\/p>\n

Maybe this year isn\u2019t about making drastic changes, setting elaborate goals, or overhauling our lives \u2013 maybe this year is about returning to our original form \u2026. returning to what we already know \u2026 returning to love.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Close your eyes and think of a time when you were love. Maybe you were love as a small child with your first pet or when you gave something of value to your best childhood friend \u2026 maybe you were love when you picked flowering weeds and gave them to your mother or stuck up for\u00a0your sibling \u2026 maybe you were love when you attempted to bake your first cake for your beloved or when you held a friend as she cried against your chest \u2026 maybe you were love when you bent down and gave what you had in your pocketbook to a desperate soul \u2026 maybe you were love when you crawled into a tiny bed with aching knees to shoo away a bad dream \u2026 maybe you were love when tears streaked your face, and you didn\u2019t even know you were love because you thought you were failing.<\/p>\n

You can feel like you\u2019re failing and still BE LOVE. <\/strong><\/h3>\n

I know this now.<\/p>\n

As we begin a new year fresh with possibility, let\u2019s remember what we already know \u2026<\/p>\n

Love prevails over failures, flaws, and disastrous days. <\/em><\/p>\n

Love makes good things possible.<\/em><\/p>\n

Love doesn\u2019t have to be perfect to be felt, absorbed, and transformational. <\/em><\/p>\n

Love is always a good place to start a new beginning. <\/em><\/p>\n

Let\u2019s remember that because of us, there are people walking around this earth wearing love like armor \u2013 and they didn\u2019t ask for it. It was just given. It was just given.<\/p>\n

Because of us.<\/p>\n

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My friends, if the start of a new year feels like pressure to change and be something you'll never be, take a deep breath and remember<\/strong>:<\/p>\n

You already possess what you need to get this year off to a promising start.<\/p>\n

You already possess what you need to create a fulfilling and memorable life for yourself and the ones who share it.<\/p>\n

Love<\/em><\/p>\n

It\u2019s in your voice when you cheer from the stands.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s in your fingertips when you smooth away stray hairs.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s in your tears when you hurt and worry and hope and pray.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s in your view when you choose to look forward, not back.<\/p>\n

My friends, let\u2019s declare this year\u00a0The Year of Remembering<\/strong> \u2026<\/p>\n

Remembering the beautiful potential of who we already are<\/p>\n

And who we can be<\/p>\n

When we choose love as much as humanly possible.<\/p>\n

My friends, you don\u2019t have to change a million things.<\/p>\n

You don\u2019t have to undo years of damage.<\/p>\n

You don\u2019t have to re-invent yourself.<\/p>\n

Because you are love, and love holds the greatest of possibilities. <\/strong><\/p>\n

This I know for sure.<\/p>\n

And I bet your heart knows too.<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s remember together as we set our sights on the highest beams of the new year ahead.<\/p>\n

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Exciting Update:<\/strong><\/em> This post was written several years ago, but the notion of learning to trust that \u201cmy heart knows\u201d has been the foundation of a glorious self-reclamation journey I call Soul Shift<\/strong>. Through the teaching I do online and in person, I\u2019ve discovered that when people cultivate harmony within themselves, they create healing ripples outward, into families and communities. This is the premise of my fifth book<\/a> that releases in March called:<\/em><\/p>\n

SOUL SHIFT: The Weary Human\u2019s Guide to Getting Unstuck & Reclaiming Your Path to Joy <\/strong><\/p>\n

My favorite component of the book is that it is set up like a garden exploration. It has hand-drawn illustrations and a gorgeous living map. Using those unique features – along with space to journal, doodle, color, and sketch – readers can learn to recognize emotional triggers as invitations to release limiting beliefs, build healthy connections, and expand their capacity to flourish.<\/p>\n

Those who pre-order the book will be receiving a special gift in January, so please keep your receipt! Thank you for supporting my work, dear friends. You can pre-order from your favorite retailer. Links below:<\/p>\n

Amazon<\/a>
\nBarnes & Noble<\/a>
\nBookshop<\/a>
\nIndiebound<\/a>
\nPremiere Collectibles (signed copy)<\/a><\/p>\n

Booktopia (Australia)<\/a>
\nAmazon Canada<\/a>
\nAmazon UK<\/a><\/p>\n

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