Self-talk is pretty powerful. I personally self-talk myself into twice the suggested serving size of chips and cookies more often than I care to admit. But self-talk can lead to positive things too…like showering, doing your hair and make-up, and putting on a respectable outfit for the day. Was anyone else wondering how much self-talk Duchess Kate did to psych herself up to face all of that humanity who couldn’t wait to see her right after she had her babies??

Self-talk can lead to creating a scheduled, routined day for your kids rather than letting the madness take over and the TV parent for the day (no…PBS isn’t on right now while I type…).

And self-talk can make you feel better about living with your parents.

I recently bumped into a friend who is back living in town…with her parents. And her two boys. At 30 years old. We joked about being boomerangs as I am also nearing the 30-year mark with two kids and am living with my parents. We felt at ease joking around with each other (you know…since jokes are the perfect cloak to cover insecurity) about our situations since we were only living with our parents because of seasons of transitions — not because we can’t pay our bills — or so our self-talk assured us.

I’m sure my parents are doing a lot of self-talk right now too since we’ve descended upon their lovely home like locusts on a crop. Have I mentioned I created the hashtag #hotmessmattiuzzos several months ago?

My parents’ nice guest bathroom now has random measuring cups and Little People “bath toys” scattered around, little boy teeth brushing accessories on the vanity, and a potty chair that may or may not have pee sprinkled on and around it a majority of the time and has demonic tendencies to play the celebratory potty songs on loop whether there’s pee in there or not.

My toddler has mowed an impression in my dad’s nicely manicured lawn from taking the same path with his Fisher Price lawn mower along the fence in the back yard. Today he came running up to the deck and told me that he found Luna poop in the yard (Luna is our six-year-old maltipoo). Then he ran inside and made his own deposit in his potty chair in the aforementioned nice guest bathroom. Hey…he was inspired.

Their once immaculately staged living room is now the site of oversized baby gear and undersized cars. Sometimes what you can’t see can hurt you the most. I try to at least make sure Bubs contains his imaginative play to non-essential walkways.

As a woman I find myself self-talking a lot. As a Christian woman, I’m realizing more and more how important it is to make sure the self-talk is godly. Second Corinthians 10:5 it talks about taking “captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ” (NIV). When my self-talk tells me that I’m not as good of a mom as someone else I take that thought captive. When my self-talk tells me I’m not as good of a wife as someone else I take that thought captive. And when my self-talk tells me I’m not as spiritual enough I take that thought captive. I am the mother my kids need. I am the wife my husband needs. And I am the daughter of Christ that He loves. Eventually, self-talk will take a turn the more you meditate on the Lord and His thoughts become your thoughts. And then you’ll just have to battle the self-talk that’s convincing you that it’s okay to eat a bowl of Cocoa Roos since you got the kids to bed.