The Fruit of Consistency

I need to take a moment to really sit down and soak this all in.

This is the second day in a row that I’ve watched my 9-year-old take the initiative to make herself and her brothers a wholesome breakfast. 🥲

And honestly, I’m having one of those motherhood moments where I just want to pause time for a second.

I remember having her help me in the kitchen here and there over the years. I remember the countless hours I’ve spent talking to my kids about food—not just as something we eat because we’re hungry, but as fuel for our bodies.

I’ve talked to them about how the choices we make about what we put into our mouths can affect our bodies, our energy, and our health on a cellular level.

And let me tell you… those conversations haven’t always been met with enthusiasm.

There have been plenty of blank stares.

Plenty of, “I don’t care if it’s healthy. It tastes nasty. I’m not eating it.”

And plenty of moments where I’ve wondered if any of it was actually sinking in.

But I continued to show up.

Last week, for example, my kids were complaining about why we couldn’t just eat pasta instead of brown rice yet again.

I explained to them that I’m currently on a detox and that part of this process is learning to fuel my body with what it needs, rather than constantly giving it what it wants in the moment.

And then something happened.

Not immediately.

Not because I forced it.

Not because I lectured them into submission.

But because they had been watching.

As I sit here on the couch this morning, I’m realizing just how much of this connects to the energy work I’ve been doing within myself over the past year—especially around releasing control and rewriting some of the stories I’ve carried about motherhood.

For so long, I think I believed that being a good mother meant doing everything.

Making everything happen.

Controlling the outcome.

Making sure everyone was fed, cared for, happy, learning, growing, and doing things the “right” way.

But there is something incredibly beautiful that happens when we begin to loosen our grip.

When we create space for our children to become who they are.

I’m seeing their independence emerge.

I’m seeing their creativity come alive.

I’m seeing their willingness to contribute to our family—not because I’m standing over them telling them what to do, but because they are beginning to understand that they are part of something bigger than themselves.

They have a role within our family.

And that role eventually extends beyond the walls of our home.

And maybe that is one of the greatest gifts we can give our children.

Not perfection.

Not a perfectly run household.

Not a childhood without resistance or arguments or messes.

But an example.

A living example of what it looks like to show up.

To care for yourself.

To care for one another.

To make choices with intention.

To keep going even when it would be easier to give up.

And it all started with me and my husband making a commitment to the kind of family culture we wanted to create.

Has it been easy?

Hell no.

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As most parents know, some days feel like a constant battle.

There are arguments. Resistance. Exhaustion. Messes. Overstimulation. Days when you question everything you’re doing.

But we keep showing up.

We keep setting the example.

We keep setting the expectations.

And, perhaps most importantly, we keep showing them instead of simply telling them.

And now, sitting here on the couch watching my daughter make a healthy breakfast for herself and her brothers, I can see it.

This is the payoff.

Not some huge milestone.

Not some dramatic transformation.

Just a little girl standing in the kitchen, taking initiative, using her creativity, caring for herself and her brothers, and contributing to her family.

And I get to witness it.

I think sometimes we underestimate the power of consistency because the results aren’t immediate.

We plant the seeds.

We water them.

We repeat ourselves.

We model the behavior.

We hold the boundaries.

We show up when we’re tired.

We show up when it feels like no one is listening.

We show up when we wonder if any of it is making a difference.

And then one day, something blooms.

Today, it was breakfast.

And maybe that’s why this moment feels so much bigger than breakfast to me.

Because I’m also seeing my own transformation reflected back at me.

I’m proud of myself.

Not because I’ve done everything perfectly.

But because I kept showing up.

I kept doing the work.

I kept choosing consistency over control.

And now I’m getting to witness the ripple effect of that work in my children.

So if there is something you’ve been working toward—something you’ve been dreaming about, building, healing, creating, or becoming—maybe this is your reminder:

Keep showing up.

You may not see the results today.

Or tomorrow.

You may wonder if all those little choices are actually making a difference.

But they are.

Every conversation.

Every example.

Every boundary.

Every small action.

Every time you choose to keep going.

It all counts.

Because sometimes the life we’ve been working so hard to create doesn’t arrive with fireworks.

Sometimes it looks like your nine-year-old standing in the kitchen, making breakfast for her family.

And you suddenly realize—

It’s working.

The seeds you planted are growing.

And maybe all that you desire in this life really can happen.

Maybe you just have to keep showing up long enough to see it.

In Peace, Love and Service,

Rebecca