IFF - 10 Things I'd Tell My Before Marriage/Children Self

1. Life isn't fair. I did know this but I wish I had been taught better to accept life and it's uncertainties and not to dramatize so much.

2. Thankfulness is everything. The bible says, in everything give thanks. This one thing makes life okay. Thankfulness really is the answer.

3. Core Values. I wish I had had more of an idea what I wanted for core values before I had children. I suppose we all have our things and it's okay. But it doesn't hurt to think about where we want our children to go as adults and how we want to get there. Only looking back I realize that these are my top core values.

• Jesus first.
• Be nice to EVERYONE.
• Respect yourself and everyone else.

4. Confidence. I really do wish I had been taught more confidence and especially in the area of food. We have to have confidence ourselves to teach our children confidence. You can do this. Don't be afraid to make mistakes. Learn to laugh at yourself.

5. Laughter is truly the best medicine. If you can laugh at yourself, it's gonna be okay. Let go.

6. Mental health is important. Exercise. Take your vitamins. Get enough sleep. Drink lots of water. Practice thankfulness.

7. Love is a choice. You decide to love and respect your husband. Your in-laws. Your children. Your fellow board wives. Your staff wives. Sometimes it's hard. That's okay.

8. Everyone means well. Maybe they don't but practice thinking that they do. It's not your problem if they don't.

9. Let the kiddos be creative. Don't let others judgement of neatness, cleanliness and properness affect your own judgment. They are your kiddos. What's most important to you? That they have an imagination and can figure things out on their own? Or that your house was clean for company on the weekend? I know. We want both. But sometimes we have to choose.

10. Choose JOY!!! It's a choice. When life looks big and scary, go small-small with your joy bucket. Do things like examining a single snowflake, building a fire in the fireplace and inhaling the outdoor, woodsy smell or sniffing your little boys head after a bath. Or how about this. When the entrance door bursts open and little bodies clamor in, falling over each other and the boots, toques and gloves get flung under the chairs and on top of the gun-case, you smile and look into their sparkling eyes, kiss their cheeks and smell the clean winter-y smell of fresh air and oxygen.