Having 4 boys (in 5 years) I get asked all the time, “Do you wish you had a girl?” Without hesitation I answer, “No way!”
I love my boy’s and love being the only girl even more. But let’s be honest, becoming a “boy mom” (as I refer to myself) did not come naturally. I lift weights more than I do yoga and all my dinners revolve around, “The Meat.” I can barely keep enough food in the fridge and I step on a pile of Lego’s almost daily. Even with the excessive amounts of testosterone surrounding my life I am still a “girly girl” and have managed to find balance. I make it a priority to schedule my lash appointment and shop with my girlfriends. I take a lot of bubble baths and spend way too much time watching “Fixer Upper.”
Raising all boys has definitely taken me out of my comfort zone. These boys have challenged me to try new things, but in doing so I have had amazing opportunities to learn and grow. Our annual Moab, Utah trip is the perfect example of overcoming my fears and gaining self confidence.
My husband does a lot of mountain biking. After each ride he comes home and brags about his biking adventure, especially how he feels when being on the trail and in nature. He always extended an invitation to ride with him, but I felt too scared and intimidated to try. I was missing out on so many experiences with Sam and the kids because I was afraid of failing. Finally, with the encouragement from the family I made the decision to be positive and give it a chance. Let me tell you, it was not easy!
Mountain biking took a lot of practice and I shed a lot of tears. I wanted to give up many times, donate my bike and go to the movies. But, I made a commitment to myself. That meant pushing through some pain and discomfort.
I may not have liked mountain biking at the start, but I can honestly say after three years of riding I look forward to being on my bike and spending time outside with my husband and kids. It’s been so rewarding to bike as a family and watch my boys get through tough area’s. I find real joy when I witness their excitement as they accomplish a new skill.
I understand my personal story of learning to mountain bike is of little or no significance to most, but for me I conquered something I had never done before and it feels incredible.
Real happiness comes through the little things. Like watching my boys play in the dirt, eat s’mores, explore new places and a family bike ride. If I want my boys to believe in themselves I must first believe in myself. They have so much potential and I hope they know how special they are. There is a quote I love from Gordan B. Hinkley that says,
“Believe in your capacity to do great and good things. Believe that no mountain is so high that you cannot climb it. Believe that no storm is so great that you cannot weather it… You are of infinite capacity. Stand a little taller, rise a little higher, be a little better. Make extra effort. You will be happier. You will know a new satisfaction, a new gladness in your heart.”
This is #mybrilliantconfidence story.