02/18/2026
Last night we blew bubbles in the house for no other reason than my 3 year old asked to and I could say yes. It didn’t hurt anything. And it made my 11 month old laugh so hard I couldn’t help but laugh, too. (Sound on for hysterical baby laughter).
I started to say no.
It felt “wrong” or like we weren’t “supposed” to.
One of my intentions this year though is to say yes more often, when I can.
I want my kids to grow up saying “mom was fun” and remembering that life isn’t always so serious. I personally struggle with that and I don’t want to pass it down. I’m working on letting things like this go and my husband is so helpful in reminding me how to do that (obvi he is the laid back one in the relationship).
So our floor had soap bubbles on it? I have to mop it anyway. We can at least have a little fun beforehand.
Flexible.
I want to be flexible. Especially in a world that is feeling more and more rigid lately.
Share with me in the comments some ways you have allowed yourself some flexibility lately. 🩷