Hey there! I’m Mikala—a family doctor, wife, mother of 5, well-being advocate, and author of the books Ordinary on Purpose and Everything I Wish I Could Tell You About Midlife. Each month my writing reaches millions of women, but I am thrilled to be connecting with YOU. I’m truly grateful to have you here!
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It’s easy to overstuff—our dryers and our lives. And that’s what causes burnout!
And showing up to this mess and noise through exhaustion (and sometimes tears) is part of raising a beautiful family!!
It definitely isn’t glamorous, and I will probably spend the entirety of most days wondering if I am doing anything right. Nonetheless, I am delighted by my life.
Because high school sports (and so many parts of life, in general) are lots of fun until they’re NOT. But even when they’re not, we’ll be there.
My book. It’s the ONE thing I’ve ever done because I want to. Not because I need to or someone asked me to or I’m supposed to. Writing just fills my heart!
You know, I don’t know if he’ll EVER get around to changing the toilet paper roll…but I’m not too worried, really. I’m proud of the compassionate young man he is becoming
Because all this hustle and bustle? And all this stuff to DO? It means I’m really living this good, hard, ordinary life.
A mom’s greatest priority is to care for her family. To lighten their loads. To make their days a little brighter and easier. Even while she’s away!
And I’m pretty sure I have a lot to learn from a girl like that.
We are responsible TO our children for things like food and clothing and shelter and an environment in which they can learn and grow and be themselves. But we are not responsible FOR our children’s choices.
I mean, don’t we know what we need to do to take care of ourselves? And our family?? Don’t all those routines and best practices exist for a reason?
This realization is perhaps the best gift I can give my children, really, because it takes the pressure off.
My house is a mess, we have an ant problem in the kitchen, and I can’t even talk about the laundry.
Days filled with grocery store trips and basketball games. Sprinklers in the backyard and family hikes. School activities and tiny hugs. Sibling squabbles and quiet moments reading books before bed. I know without a doubt I’ll miss these crazy, busy, messy, lovely, growing-up days.
