A Pearachute Moment Explained

Yesterday I took our youngest child to My Gym in Frisco. My oldest was at school and my husband, who was working from home, was able to keep an eye on our middle child. So, this adventure was a rare time together with just the baby.

The class was a “mommy and me” environment which included circle time, free play on all the equipment, baby friendly exercise moves, and even a set independent time for play while the mommies stood to the side.

As I sat there watching my son play, I overheard two moms talking about their kids and where the other lived. They ultimately exchanged phone numbers in hopes of a future playdate.

We ended our time together where we started on the circle mat singing and clapping.

Pearachute Kids has given me an excuse and an easy on-ramp for trying new things without the added pressure of wondering if it will be a good fit or not. Not a good fit? We move on to the next Pearachute Drop-In opportunity. And when I find the right dance studio or karate class, I’ll know my investment will not be wasted.

I love every moment of it. Not because the class was amazing, although it was, but because I was spending time with my son doing something new. Something that was hard to do with three kids. I kept thinking: “Wow this is such a cool class. I wish I had been brave enough to try something like this with my first two kids!”

I’ll be honest I’m an introvert and I have children. That’s hard. I’m also a homebody. And I have children. That’s harder.

That’s why I am so thankful for Pearachute Kids. Pearachute Kids is the reason I got out the door on Monday and many other days in the past few weeks to try something new with my children.

What is Pearachute Kids?

Pearachute Kids began in Chicago after a mom of boys signed her kids up for soccer. After the first practice, it was blatantly obvious that the World Cup was not in her boys’ future and either the next 8 or so weeks would be miserable for her and her boys or miserable on her pocketbook. Wouldn’t it have been easier if her boys could have dropped into a soccer class? They could have tried it out and determined pretty quickly it wasn’t for them. This is what birthed Pearachute Kids.

Pearachute is an incredibly neat membership program that allows you to try out some of the neatest classes in the area before you commit to a membership or class session .

In the past 6 weeks, we have tried out Bounce U, Le Ballet, Carefree Colors, and My Gym. This weekend my little ballerina will try out a tumbling class at Studio Three Dance and I can’t wait to see what my eldest thinks of Undaunted ATA Martial Arts in a few weeks. 

Pearachute Kids has given me an excuse and an easy on-ramp for trying new things without the added pressure of wondering if it will be a good fit or not. Not a good fit? We move on to the next Pearachute Drop-In opportunity. And when I find the right dance studio or karate class, I’ll know my investment will not be wasted.

These have been awesome opportunities to give venues a try. Some I’ve been able to determine were not age appropriate or really too far of a drive for us. Others I would have never known existed. Carefree Colors, for example, is literally one building over from my favorite Starbucks! Thanks, Pearachute!

Pearachute Kids has given me an excuse and an easy on-ramp for trying new things without the added pressure of wondering if it will be a good fit or not. Not a good fit? We move on to the next Pearachute Drop-In opportunity. And when I find the right dance studio or karate class, I'll know my investment will not be wasted.

And our most recent adventure: I have to say My Gym just blew me away with their excellence, the cleanliness of the equipment, and their beautiful kindness. However, I never would have walked through their doors on my own.

Pearachute Kids has given me an excuse and an easy on-ramp for trying new things without the added pressure of wondering if it will be a good fit or not. Not a good fit? We move on to the next Pearachute Drop-In opportunity. And when I find the right dance studio or karate class, I’ll know my investment will not be wasted. 

A Wise Investment

My almost six year old has been taking piano lessons since this summer. I felt like he had an affinity for music and would truly enjoy and excel with lessons. It was a gamble that did work out. What if that untapped musical ability, however, was better left untapped? What if I had started him in lessons and it was a train wreck? I would have been out my money or my child would have been miserable. I would have been stuck taking my child to lessons he didn’t like or had to make the painful pocketbook decision to pull him from those lessons. 

Pearachute Kids helps make those expenses for classes and memberships a much wiser purchase and, for the homebody-introvert like me, a little easier to give new things a try.

 


Would you like to give Pearachute Kids try? If you are in the DFW, Kansas City or Chicago area, there’s a Pearachute Kids near you! You can use my code and get a 3 class membership for a $1 (or $38 off a larger plan)! After that, you will renew at the normal rate. Click HERE to sign up and enter the referral code: PATTY2017 at check out. Please note the referral code is case sensitive. If another Pearachute Mombassador referred you to this post, PLEASE use her code instead. 

Fine Print: In exchange for this blog post, I have received free services and will benefit from each person that uses my code. The opinions expressed in the post are honest and mine and in no way swayed by my compensation. 

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Being a mom has meant an induction into an unexpected hall of fame. One not as shiny as outside impressions would have you think.

Motherhood: How to Handle the Unexpected

Motherhood sure has been a very unexpected journey. In January, I will celebrate my sixth birth day. My eldest will turn 6 and I will surely relive the weeks, days and hours leading up to his birth. I am a mommy. I earned that title at 8:44pm on a Thursday in a Texas hospital. My son was 2 weeks late and 15 minutes away from a c-section. The details of that birth are for another time (you can read about it here if you’d like), but I share my rocky-not-as-I-envisioned beginning to help illustrate my entrance into motherhood. It came much later than I expected in a much more complicated way than I thought.

That has been my experience with most of my adventures as a mom. The romantic notion of hot, fresh and healthy breakfasts served daily, followed by stories snuggled on the couch and a little homeschooling and park adventures in between, starting dinner and kissing my husband as he walks through the door from work is, well, just a romantic notion. We do have hot breakfast but it is often coming out of the toaster oven and compliments of Kroger brand waffles. We do enjoy books snuggled on the couch but we also watch too much television and skip story time if bath-time takes a turn for the worst and everyone, including mommy, is falling apart.

Reality includes:

  • snotty noses
  • three-year-old tantrums (which are much worse than the infamous terrible twos!)
  • destroyed playrooms that were carefully and lovingly cleaned only seconds prior to said massacre.

Being a mom has meant:

  • crumbs everywhere. every. where.
  • stress in marriage.
  • lots of noise
  • screams (both mine and that of my children)
  • no more time.
  • no time.

Being a mom has meant an induction into an unexpected hall of fame. One not as shiny as outside impressions would have you think.

 

Being a mom has meant an induction into an unexpected hall of fame. One that is not as shiny as outside impressions would have you think.

As Lisa Jo Baker said in her book Surprised by Motherhood: “Parenting is not for the faint of heart. And it’s especially not for the type A personalities accustomed to having their ducks in a row, and all their check boxes checked, and their sofa cushions, cereal boxes, and entire lives neatly arranged”.

I don’t like to admit it but I definitely live in the type A camp. A clean house isn’t asking too much is it? A check mark beside each item on my to do list makes me feel accomplished! When the day doesn’t go as planned, I definitely find it hard to be okay . None of these things are bad by the way. The problem is when the doing gets in the way of being. When the envisioned outcome becomes prized over reality, we lose sight of what motherhood is all about. Kids bring crazy and we can embrace it or exhaust ourselves trying to live out an ideal with which no one can keep up.

Embrace the Unexpected

As we peel away this mistaken fairytale take on motherhood, we can begin to embrace this mommy gig for what it is:

  • hard
  • breathtakingly beautiful
  • hard
  • glorious
  • heart- Rending
  • amazing
  • hard
  • a priceless gift

What’s Your Story?

What about you? Share what your induction story looks like? What has surprised you most about being a mom? Comment below!

Next Week!

What I’m feeling must be who I am, right? How easy it is to swing from Super Mom to Super Fail all by what happens next.

 

Thanks for joining me on this journey of tossing the ther{MOM}eter! You can read the introduction here!

 

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oin me as we take an honest look at ourselves, our measuring sticks and find out just what makes us a good mother and covenant with one another to let God’s word and the Holy Spirit change our environment.

Motherhood: When the Temperature of the Day Dictates Our Value

Being a mom is hard! It can be downright defeating when you are continually basing your success as a parent on what you feel, how you stack up to others, and the all too telling litmus test of “are the kids behaving?”.  You’re a great mom if the kids are quiet and they are following directions. You’re nailing it if the house is clean and organized. You get a gold star if the meals are organic. If your child, however is screaming at the top of her lungs in the craft aisle of Target, or his hair is unkempt or the house is a disaster, the perspective shifts. All of a sudden, you can literally feel the judgmental stares of those far wiser than you in the motherhood department.

Motherhood sure has its ups and downs. Those moments when you are on fire as a mommy. You’re living the Proverbs 31 dream, baby!

But sometimes the temperature drops and you with it. It can be very tempting to gage your value as a mom totally on the success of a particular day.

It doesn’t have to be that way, though.

Tossing the ther{MOM}eters

Join me as we take an honest look at ourselves, our measuring sticks and find out just what makes a good mother and covenant with one another to let God’s word and the Holy Spirit change our environment.

Let’s not do this alone. We are called and set apart to be the best moms we can be to the children with whom the Lord has gifted us. Ready to toss the thermometer?

Join me as we take an honest look at ourselves, our measuring sticks and find out just what makes us a good mother and covenant with one another to let God’s word and the Holy Spirit change our environment.

Join the movement! Comment with one of your crazy experiences as a mom. Share how you could allow it to define your worth as a mom but instead you’re going to celebrate the wonderful mom you are! I’ll go first. Check out one of my thermometer moments below!

 

You can read the next post here! Motherhood: How to Handle the Unexpected