When It Is Bigger Than Yourself

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Today is Mila’s Birthday

At precisely 4:24 pm (or thereabouts) 3 years ago she launched into this world with lots sass and hasn’t slowed down since.  

Whether you have kids or not.   Embrace birthday celebrations or not ... (though I don’t know why you wouldn’t. It’s a free pass to be spoiled, hang out with whom you choose and eat cake) They are a time for natural reflection.

Not to be a Debbie Downer but there is a pretty good chance that we have all lost someone close to us before their time.  

There is another good chance that there is someone(s) or something that you love more than you ever dreamed you could.   A spouse, family, friends, pet, hobby.  Whatever. 

My point is....

There comes a time when it is more than just about you. 

You have heard me preach from the hilltops about loving yourself enough to believe wholeheartedly that you are worth feeling like a rock star (and looking like one if that is your jam). You are worth looking and feeling tens years younger than you are, worth fitting into your skinny jeans without every inch of your lower half protesting and worth liking what you see in the mirror.

The real point 

When deep down you want to be around as much and as long as you can ...  for them.  You want to be the best version of you ..... for them.   Gosh help us, Mila is active as they come.  I want to be running and playing with her for the next few decades - or at least until she thinks I'm still cool.

I think birthdays (take em or leave them) are a gentle reminder.   Actually,  it’s a pointy elbow jabbed right in the rib cage telling you that it is more than just about us sometimes.

So I challenge you to think about what it is that is your driving force.  If you're are open to sharing it, I would love to hear.  Put in comments or email me personally Moni@MonikaTupholme.com

In thriving health,


PS.  I'm pretty pumped about some cake today!! (Mom gets some too)

Below is a little something I wrote for Mila when was turning 1 and chasing after one of my volleyballs:

My Hope

  • I hope you will have a love and passion for sports.
  • I hope you learn to love a ‘sport’ through play and having fun.
  • I hope you embrace your determination and focus and learn to filter the ‘I can’ts’
  • I hope you love and nourish your body, inside and out.
  • I hope you embrace the collaboration of a team and hard work for a goal.

My Promise

  • I promise to be a parent, not a coach- and if I happen to be both, I will try my best to separate the two.
  • I promise to be your biggest cheerleader and loudest fan.
  • I promise to celebrate your victories.
  • I promise to let you fail.
  • I promise to wipe your tears, nurse your wounds and build your courage.

My Prayer

  • I pray that you are humble in victory and gracious in defeat.
  • I pray that you are confident, not arrogant.
  • I pray that you appreciate the power and beauty of what your body can do.
  • I pray that you appreciate the power and beauty of what your mind can do.

As your Mom, these are my hopes, promises, and prayers for you, my daughter.

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