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LIPSTICK AND TACOS.
"Life is a party. Dress like it." - Audrey Hepburn I weigh myself every day. Sometimes twice. Theoretically, its a method of weight and health management. Realistically, its a practice in self-loathing and control. I take a deep breath, exhale fully and step on the scale every morning just before I THE JOY OF A NEW BONE Many of you opened this wondering if I am going to talk about what you're hoping I might be talking about. Sorry to disappoint, but this isn't that kinda blog. I am referring to the complete harmony and contentment that my dog can find when I pull out a new bone. He hasmany bones
MACKLEMORE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Writing birthday blogs for Violet is much harder than it is to write them for Sawyer. At least it is in these younger years. With Sawyer, everything is new, not just for him, but for me. “I HOPE EVERYONE CAN FIND A LITTLE FLAME…” "I hope everyone can find a little flame. Me, I just say my prayers, then light myself on fire" -"Goodnight Elisabeth", Counting Crows Grey is my favorite color - but if you ask me to my face, I'll tell you that it's purple. Less depressing. Less telling. Grey goes with everything. Warm greys, cool NONSENSE, IT WAKES UP THE BRAIN CELLS” "Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you." - Dr. Seuss. We found out this last week that we are having a boy! My reaction was quite different than my husbands. He clapped and laughed and all but made a scene in theAUGUST 2014
You’re only given one little spark of madness, you mustn’t lose it – Robin Williams. There have been many moments the last two years where Sawyer suddenly stopped seeming like ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY A year ago, I thought I was pretty familiar with anxiety. We were more than acquaintances, a first name basis. He came for lunch, sometimes stayed for dinner, and once in a while, he had a bit too much drink and crashed on the couch. DEATH – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posts about Death written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'. REBECCA – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY A year ago, I thought I was pretty familiar with anxiety. We were more than acquaintances, a first name basis. He came for lunch, sometimes stayed for dinner, and once in a while, he had a bit too much drink and crashed on the couch. WELCOME TO WONDERLAND/NURSERY PICTURES "Maybe she's a wildflower" - Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland. She was due May 14th, Her induction was scheduled for May 9th, and she made her arrival all on her own on May 5th, 2016. She's decided that she's not going to follow my timeline, schedules or plans for life from day 1, just likeLIPSTICK AND TACOS.
"Life is a party. Dress like it." - Audrey Hepburn I weigh myself every day. Sometimes twice. Theoretically, its a method of weight and health management. Realistically, its a practice in self-loathing and control. I take a deep breath, exhale fully and step on the scale every morning just before I THE JOY OF A NEW BONE Many of you opened this wondering if I am going to talk about what you're hoping I might be talking about. Sorry to disappoint, but this isn't that kinda blog. I am referring to the complete harmony and contentment that my dog can find when I pull out a new bone. He hasmany bones
MACKLEMORE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Writing birthday blogs for Violet is much harder than it is to write them for Sawyer. At least it is in these younger years. With Sawyer, everything is new, not just for him, but for me. “I HOPE EVERYONE CAN FIND A LITTLE FLAME…” "I hope everyone can find a little flame. Me, I just say my prayers, then light myself on fire" -"Goodnight Elisabeth", Counting Crows Grey is my favorite color - but if you ask me to my face, I'll tell you that it's purple. Less depressing. Less telling. Grey goes with everything. Warm greys, cool NONSENSE, IT WAKES UP THE BRAIN CELLS” "Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you." - Dr. Seuss. We found out this last week that we are having a boy! My reaction was quite different than my husbands. He clapped and laughed and all but made a scene in theAUGUST 2014
You’re only given one little spark of madness, you mustn’t lose it – Robin Williams. There have been many moments the last two years where Sawyer suddenly stopped seeming like ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY A year ago, I thought I was pretty familiar with anxiety. We were more than acquaintances, a first name basis. He came for lunch, sometimes stayed for dinner, and once in a while, he had a bit too much drink and crashed on the couch. ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “You can’t speak butterfly language with caterpillar people.”-Unknown. This year, everything happened. The world was literally set on fire, by humans, by nature, by God. REBECCA – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY A year ago, I thought I was pretty familiar with anxiety. We were more than acquaintances, a first name basis. He came for lunch, sometimes stayed for dinner, and once in a while, he had a bit too much drink and crashed on the couch. “THERE’S A COUGAR IN MY BEDROOM…” Months between posts indicates two thingseither, I NEVER have a chunk of time alone to write, or when I do, I am at a loss of writable words writable, because anyone that knows me, knows I'm never actually at a loss of words. But, words worth reading? That's a different story. Butit's August, and
QUOTE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ― C.S. Lewis The count down to my 30th birthday is upon me. This is not an excited, cross the days off in anticipation,countdown.
MARRIAGE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY I was 19 and unknowingly sitting in his chair. It was a rundown upper flat on the east side of Milwaukee occupied by four guys, Doritos and no toilet bowl cleanser. DEATH – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posts about Death written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.AUGUST 2013
“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.” – Ancient Proverb. This is only my third post this year. You can say that life has given me a little more than I can handle on a daily basis and I’ve had little time to write, let alone enough sleep to put any thoughts into a coherent sentence.LIPSTICK AND TACOS.
"Life is a party. Dress like it." - Audrey Hepburn I weigh myself every day. Sometimes twice. Theoretically, its a method of weight and health management. Realistically, its a practice in self-loathing and control. I take a deep breath, exhale fully and step on the scale every morning just before I REBECCA – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posted on May 5, 2017. May 7, 2017 by Rebecca. This is my first blog post of 2017 — which makes me a terrible blogger, but also a busy mom. Similar to Sawyers first year of life, I found myself busier than expected, mostly due to disorganization and constant adjustment to the ESCAPE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “One of the things that makes our military the best in the world is the certain knowledge of each Soldier, Sailor, Airman, and Marine that they can always count on their comrades should they need help – that they will never be abandoned.” MAY 2014 – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY 1 post published by Rebecca during May 2014. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.SELF AWRENESS
Posts about Self Awreness written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.NOVEMBER 2012
“And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche The baby came unexpectedly a few hours earlier than planned, as my induction time was set for 6 AM and he came at 4:07 AM. QUOTE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ― C.S. Lewis The count down to my 30th birthday is upon me. This is not an excited, cross the days off in anticipation,countdown.
MARRIAGE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY I was 19 and unknowingly sitting in his chair. It was a rundown upper flat on the east side of Milwaukee occupied by four guys, Doritos and no toilet bowl cleanser. DEATH – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posts about Death written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.AUGUST 2013
“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.” – Ancient Proverb. This is only my third post this year. You can say that life has given me a little more than I can handle on a daily basis and I’ve had little time to write, let alone enough sleep to put any thoughts into a coherent sentence.LIPSTICK AND TACOS.
"Life is a party. Dress like it." - Audrey Hepburn I weigh myself every day. Sometimes twice. Theoretically, its a method of weight and health management. Realistically, its a practice in self-loathing and control. I take a deep breath, exhale fully and step on the scale every morning just before I REBECCA – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posted on May 5, 2017. May 7, 2017 by Rebecca. This is my first blog post of 2017 — which makes me a terrible blogger, but also a busy mom. Similar to Sawyers first year of life, I found myself busier than expected, mostly due to disorganization and constant adjustment to the ESCAPE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “One of the things that makes our military the best in the world is the certain knowledge of each Soldier, Sailor, Airman, and Marine that they can always count on their comrades should they need help – that they will never be abandoned.” MAY 2014 – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY 1 post published by Rebecca during May 2014. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.SELF AWRENESS
Posts about Self Awreness written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.NOVEMBER 2012
“And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche The baby came unexpectedly a few hours earlier than planned, as my induction time was set for 6 AM and he came at 4:07 AM. ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “You can’t speak butterfly language with caterpillar people.”-Unknown. This year, everything happened. The world was literally set on fire, by humans, by nature, by God. REBECCA – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posted on May 5, 2017. May 7, 2017 by Rebecca. This is my first blog post of 2017 — which makes me a terrible blogger, but also a busy mom. Similar to Sawyers first year of life, I found myself busier than expected, mostly due to disorganization and constant adjustment to the “THERE’S A COUGAR IN MY BEDROOM…” Months between posts indicates two thingseither, I NEVER have a chunk of time alone to write, or when I do, I am at a loss of writable words writable, because anyone that knows me, knows I'm never actually at a loss of words. But, words worth reading? That's a different story. Butit's August, and
QUOTE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ― C.S. Lewis The count down to my 30th birthday is upon me. This is not an excited, cross the days off in anticipation,countdown.
MARRIAGE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY I was 19 and unknowingly sitting in his chair. It was a rundown upper flat on the east side of Milwaukee occupied by four guys, Doritos and no toilet bowl cleanser. DEATH – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posts about Death written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.AUGUST 2013
“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.” – Ancient Proverb. This is only my third post this year. You can say that life has given me a little more than I can handle on a daily basis and I’ve had little time to write, let alone enough sleep to put any thoughts into a coherent sentence.LIPSTICK AND TACOS.
"Life is a party. Dress like it." - Audrey Hepburn I weigh myself every day. Sometimes twice. Theoretically, its a method of weight and health management. Realistically, its a practice in self-loathing and control. I take a deep breath, exhale fully and step on the scale every morning just before I REBECCA – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posted on May 5, 2017. May 7, 2017 by Rebecca. This is my first blog post of 2017 — which makes me a terrible blogger, but also a busy mom. Similar to Sawyers first year of life, I found myself busier than expected, mostly due to disorganization and constant adjustment to the ESCAPE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “One of the things that makes our military the best in the world is the certain knowledge of each Soldier, Sailor, Airman, and Marine that they can always count on their comrades should they need help – that they will never be abandoned.” MAY 2014 – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY 1 post published by Rebecca during May 2014. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.SELF AWRENESS
Posts about Self Awreness written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.NOVEMBER 2012
“And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche The baby came unexpectedly a few hours earlier than planned, as my induction time was set for 6 AM and he came at 4:07 AM. QUOTE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ― C.S. Lewis The count down to my 30th birthday is upon me. This is not an excited, cross the days off in anticipation,countdown.
MARRIAGE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY I was 19 and unknowingly sitting in his chair. It was a rundown upper flat on the east side of Milwaukee occupied by four guys, Doritos and no toilet bowl cleanser. DEATH – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posts about Death written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.AUGUST 2013
“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.” – Ancient Proverb. This is only my third post this year. You can say that life has given me a little more than I can handle on a daily basis and I’ve had little time to write, let alone enough sleep to put any thoughts into a coherent sentence.LIPSTICK AND TACOS.
"Life is a party. Dress like it." - Audrey Hepburn I weigh myself every day. Sometimes twice. Theoretically, its a method of weight and health management. Realistically, its a practice in self-loathing and control. I take a deep breath, exhale fully and step on the scale every morning just before I REBECCA – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posted on May 5, 2017. May 7, 2017 by Rebecca. This is my first blog post of 2017 — which makes me a terrible blogger, but also a busy mom. Similar to Sawyers first year of life, I found myself busier than expected, mostly due to disorganization and constant adjustment to the ESCAPE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “One of the things that makes our military the best in the world is the certain knowledge of each Soldier, Sailor, Airman, and Marine that they can always count on their comrades should they need help – that they will never be abandoned.” MAY 2014 – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY 1 post published by Rebecca during May 2014. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.SELF AWRENESS
Posts about Self Awreness written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.NOVEMBER 2012
“And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche The baby came unexpectedly a few hours earlier than planned, as my induction time was set for 6 AM and he came at 4:07 AM. ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “You can’t speak butterfly language with caterpillar people.”-Unknown. This year, everything happened. The world was literally set on fire, by humans, by nature, by God. REBECCA – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posted on May 5, 2017. May 7, 2017 by Rebecca. This is my first blog post of 2017 — which makes me a terrible blogger, but also a busy mom. Similar to Sawyers first year of life, I found myself busier than expected, mostly due to disorganization and constant adjustment to the “THERE’S A COUGAR IN MY BEDROOM…” Months between posts indicates two thingseither, I NEVER have a chunk of time alone to write, or when I do, I am at a loss of writable words writable, because anyone that knows me, knows I'm never actually at a loss of words. But, words worth reading? That's a different story. Butit's August, and
QUOTE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ― C.S. Lewis The count down to my 30th birthday is upon me. This is not an excited, cross the days off in anticipation,countdown.
DEATH – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posts about Death written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.AUGUST 2013
“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.” – Ancient Proverb. This is only my third post this year. You can say that life has given me a little more than I can handle on a daily basis and I’ve had little time to write, let alone enough sleep to put any thoughts into a coherent sentence. REBECCA – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posted on May 5, 2017. May 7, 2017 by Rebecca. This is my first blog post of 2017 — which makes me a terrible blogger, but also a busy mom. Similar to Sawyers first year of life, I found myself busier than expected, mostly due to disorganization and constant adjustment to theLIPSTICK AND TACOS.
"Life is a party. Dress like it." - Audrey Hepburn I weigh myself every day. Sometimes twice. Theoretically, its a method of weight and health management. Realistically, its a practice in self-loathing and control. I take a deep breath, exhale fully and step on the scale every morning just before I ESCAPE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “One of the things that makes our military the best in the world is the certain knowledge of each Soldier, Sailor, Airman, and Marine that they can always count on their comrades should they need help – that they will never be abandoned.” MAY 2014 – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY 1 post published by Rebecca during May 2014. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.SELF AWRENESS
Posts about Self Awreness written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'. BILL COSBY – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “The past is a ghost, the future a dream, all we ever have is now.” ~ Bill Cosby. As the year draws to a close and the last of the Christmas left overs are consumed and the good dishes are put away for yet another year, I have been reflecting on the past 12 months in an effort to make the appropriate resolutions for the next.NOVEMBER 2012
“And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche The baby came unexpectedly a few hours earlier than planned, as my induction time was set for 6 AM and he came at 4:07 AM. QUOTE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ― C.S. Lewis The count down to my 30th birthday is upon me. This is not an excited, cross the days off in anticipation,countdown.
DEATH – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posts about Death written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.AUGUST 2013
“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.” – Ancient Proverb. This is only my third post this year. You can say that life has given me a little more than I can handle on a daily basis and I’ve had little time to write, let alone enough sleep to put any thoughts into a coherent sentence. REBECCA – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posted on May 5, 2017. May 7, 2017 by Rebecca. This is my first blog post of 2017 — which makes me a terrible blogger, but also a busy mom. Similar to Sawyers first year of life, I found myself busier than expected, mostly due to disorganization and constant adjustment to theLIPSTICK AND TACOS.
"Life is a party. Dress like it." - Audrey Hepburn I weigh myself every day. Sometimes twice. Theoretically, its a method of weight and health management. Realistically, its a practice in self-loathing and control. I take a deep breath, exhale fully and step on the scale every morning just before I ESCAPE – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “One of the things that makes our military the best in the world is the certain knowledge of each Soldier, Sailor, Airman, and Marine that they can always count on their comrades should they need help – that they will never be abandoned.” MAY 2014 – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY 1 post published by Rebecca during May 2014. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'.SELF AWRENESS
Posts about Self Awreness written by Rebecca. Enjoy Life; Eat Candy. Think life through, then remember why God invented 'Pop Rocks'. BILL COSBY – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “The past is a ghost, the future a dream, all we ever have is now.” ~ Bill Cosby. As the year draws to a close and the last of the Christmas left overs are consumed and the good dishes are put away for yet another year, I have been reflecting on the past 12 months in an effort to make the appropriate resolutions for the next.NOVEMBER 2012
“And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche The baby came unexpectedly a few hours earlier than planned, as my induction time was set for 6 AM and he came at 4:07 AM. ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY “You can’t speak butterfly language with caterpillar people.”-Unknown. This year, everything happened. The world was literally set on fire, by humans, by nature, by God. REBECCA – ENJOY LIFE; EAT CANDY Posted on May 5, 2017. May 7, 2017 by Rebecca. This is my first blog post of 2017 — which makes me a terrible blogger, but also a busy mom. Similar to Sawyers first year of life, I found myself busier than expected, mostly due to disorganization and constant adjustment to the “THERE’S A COUGAR IN MY BEDROOM…” Months between posts indicates two thingseither, I NEVER have a chunk of time alone to write, or when I do, I am at a loss of writable words writable, because anyone that knows me, knows I'm never actually at a loss of words. But, words worth reading? That's a different story. Butit's August, and
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_“We’ve got to believe in our beautiful, impossible blueprints”_– Doris Lessing
Some days, I get up with ideas. Big ideas. Limit-pushing, idealistic, unachievable ideas. Skyscrapers with glass facades that gleam in the sunlight, intended to raise standards and reveal resolutions hidden in the shadows. They develop in my head like a drawing. Always in images of the final product, perfectly overdone, complete with quoined corners and marble laden steps, monuments in my mind. I will sit with these ideas for days. Sourcing materials, researching construction, eventually realizing the breakdown isn’t reasonable. Time, energy, payoff – just aren’t there. A grand idea isn’t always a good one. The letdown sets in. The disappointment that my newest skyline addition can’t be what I imagined it to be. The realization that I fell short on ability, execution or sound mind. Frustration, self-doubt, and then acceptance. Only after acceptance can I take the monument down to a building – realign the goals. Maybe a well-built 4 story office building with a box bay window will suffice. A solid foundation on a budget. I’m short on time, maybe just a flip that needs fresh paint and landscaping. Practical. Eventually, I get around to practical. I hate it. It feels cheap and unloved. It feels half-assed and half-hearted. It’s just enough to get the job done. Most people seem to be ok with ‘good enough’. I’m not. I know what the intent of the skyline was supposed to be. I know the possibility was out there. I just couldn’t create a proper blueprint. No one realizes I sold-out, fell-short and gave up on an opportunity to create or be something truly great. No one realizes these windows only reflect the light on the southwestern exposure from noon-two. Solutions will emerge slowly from this catalog selection, the shadows are plentiful. I move on. There will be other designs, other buildings, and different problems to solve. It still takes me a while to get to the acceptance stage. I feel like I’m lowering my standards when I do. But it took me years to ever get to the “move on” stage. I might calm down enough to refocus, but that building would be in the back of my mind, it would be filed into “someday” in my head, and I’d never really stop working on it. I’d never really let myself off the hook for not pulling it off. I’d also never really get around to making it happen. The design would become irrelevant by the time I had it figured out. I see this in Sawyer. I see the big thoughts, the constant inventing – the constant designing in his head. The buildings get mentally erected and his eyes light up. He knows exactly how they should look and what their purpose is to be. The disappointment and frustration come in huge waves when his creation isn’t possible. He has self-doubt when we have to tell him that his big idea isn’t practical, and we try to help him scale-down. He knows how it was supposed to be. He knows the outcome is half-hearted. His wheels turn, he finds materials and researches construction. The difference between us is his ability to deconstruct. I woke up one Saturday and came downstairs to find him cutting the flaps off of a cardboard box. Markers, tape, and boxes scattered all over, his little hands holding large scissors. Powered by wordads.co Thank you for submitting the report! Seen ad many times Not relevant Offensive Covers content Broken Report this ad “STOP! What on earth are you doing?!” “What? I’m just making a candy machine”, he replied as if this is standard Saturday morning practice. He continued to cut. To his extreme objection, I took the scissors away and I told him he would have to wait for his dad to build that, and that he should take this time to draw out what he wanted it to look like, and how it would work. He did. He wanted slots for multiple candy types, and labels and the ability to start and stop at the desired volume of candy distribution. BIG ideas. His dad got home later that day, I left to run errands and they spent an entire afternoon building a candy machine to his specs. I’m sure dad did more of it than Sawyer did, but it was not without Sawyers design and imagination. He woke up with an idea. A monumental idea. He wasn’t going to let it become an unachievable idea. He worked it backward, he discussed the options, he sourced the experience needed to help with the construction and he didn’t give up. There was not going to be a letdown. He took the skyscraper in his mind and instead of being overwhelmed by the scale and complexity, he took it in parts, in pieces and developed it. This wasn’t the last of his cardboard creations this year. He prefers cardboard to build with over Legos or blocks. I asked him ‘why’ the other day, as I was attempting to stunt his creativity in exchange for a clean house, and he said: “I can’t invent the same with toys that already exist.” I completely understand this sentiment. I don’t want to do the same things everyone else is doing either. Never have. There’s no artistry in it, no personality, no sense of accomplishment. Self-pride is the motivation. It’s what keeps people like us going. It’s what makes the effort worth it. Without it, there’s a lackluster feeling where life starts to feel mundane and repetitive. Boredom quickly comes. Routine can often be the enemy. If you’re not taking something on because it infringes on your routine, then nothing great can ever happen. There’s a self-inflicted sense of obligation to make sure that is never the case. It comes with a side of stress. Stress from constant thinking, stress from the analytical nature of solving the problem, stress from overextension and personal expectations. Being overwhelmed becomes such a way of life that on the days you aren’t, you don’t know what to do with yourself. There’s a discomfort in the quiet moment. I’d rather be anythingthan be bored.
Sawyer got bored this year in kindergarten. He had three years of pre-school before actual pre-school, which made actual kindergarten pretty uneventful. So, he joined the chess club. I couldn’t have been more proud of him that day. He wasn’t intimidated that he was so much younger than the other kids and he learned enough that he was able to teach me how to play, and let me win. He put himself out there and added something to his plate. But more than proud, I was excited for him. He was going to learn how to strategize, predict a few moves ahead, see and analyze the full board. He was going to play against his opponent, learn how they think, and learn how to plan. He’s going to learn how to see all the moving parts and see a blueprint in his mind, not just the finished product. This is a skill I’ve always struggled with. His monumental ideas will have an outlet, a way to come to life outside of his head. Maybe he won’t have to spend his life in the cycle of dreams that will only be dreams and executions that will forever be personal failures and disappointments. He’s developing a way out. An exit strategy. He’s paving the roads forhis future skyline.
Sawyer,
When you started your candy machine in January, you just started cutting without a plan. Last week, you asked me for a few 2-liter soda bottles and some straps. You wanted to make a jetpack. You thought if we shook them up right before we put them on you when we uncapped them, you could fly. You thought it through. You took the idea, broke it down, and used the knowledge you had to create a plan. You were disappointed when I told you that it wouldn’t be enough force to make you fly, but you accepted it quickly, then asked how much force would be needed. You went back to the drawing board and decided it wasn’t something you could do on a Sunday afternoon. In a few short months, you’ve learned to hone your big ideas into achievable tasks, assess how achievable and determine if you have the time. Learning to be ok with this mental process took me years, and nothing excites me more than watching you figure this out before age 7, as it may save you from years of frustration and doubt. So as your ideas get bigger, as the buildings in your mind move from 10 stories to 30, never forget this process. Remember that an impossible dream only seems unachievable if you don’t take the time to strategize, find the practical center and build out from there. Don’t get discouraged, never give up, and never settle for simply “good enough”, for you have the mind and the tools to achieve great things. And for the moments you realize you need to scale down to the practical, I’ll be here to remind you why every cityscape needs an occasional apartment building or parking lot. Powered by wordads.co Thank you for submitting the report! Seen ad many times Not relevant Offensive Covers content Broken Report this ad My wish for you this year is that you spend your lifetime inventing and creating. That you never give up on the vision of your skyline and that you will _always_ remember the blueprint. Happy Birthday to my first, truly successful, big idea: I love you.-Mom
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On May 2, 2019August 27, 2019By Rebecca
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> “Life is a party. Dress like it.” – Audrey Hepburn ------------------------- I weigh myself every day. Sometimes twice. Theoretically, its a method of weight and health management. Realistically, its a practice in self-loathing and control. I take a deep breath, exhale fully and step on the scale every morning just before I get in the shower. If I don’t like the number, I might hop off and hop back on, hoping a slight shift in weight distribution or a mental picture of a salad may shave off a half a pound so I can start my day on a ‘lighter note’. Sometimes I celebrate the results, usually with some form of counter-productive dietary reward, like extra cream in my coffee, sometimes I realize I need to increase my ACV intake and vow to have a salad at lunch. Usually, that kills a pound or two by the nextmorning.
When I’m not obsessing over the number on the scale, I’m focused on the shape of the various parts of my body, obsessing over if I’m disappointing anyone throughout the day with my lack of organizational and time management skills, or I’m eating. Sometimes it’s my vowed salad, usually, it’s chocolate. To add to my masochistic tendencies, today I asked a handful of friends how they would honestly describe me to someone in a few words or sentences. I got all sorts of colorful adjectives to pull from. On the high end: beautiful, sexy, brilliant, smart, wise and selfless. This wasn’t my worst idea! On the low end: Materialistic and Temperamental. Fair statements. What everyone found a way to agree on in some fashion was that I’m stubborn (my favorite word for this was tenacious), blunt, caring and complicated. They didn’t all say those things in the same way, but there was definitely a resounding theme tothe results.
So, why did I make eight of my friends super uncomfortable today? Because Violet LOVES make-up. As I scrolled through the years pictures to reflect back on her year of being two, I realized she had a lot going on! So many activities, firsts, and new found interests and joy. But I realized that NOTHING brought her more happiness this year thanmake-up.
My favorite day with her to date was an impromptu ‘girls day’. I took her on errands, which started at Ulta. She walked in and her eyes lit up. She was in her own nirvana. She immediately started asking for things and reaching for the brightest and shiniest items on the shelves. Then I turned around and she had found a caboodle, just her size. It was over. We spent an hour walking the aisles as she loaded up with all things pink. -She did it in sunglasses. As we got into the car, she climbed into her seat and said: “Ok, now let’s go get Tacos!” – This chicks going to be the leader of the pack. (andexpensive!)
After that day, she’s spent lots of days playing dress up, and smearing hot pink lipgloss all over her face while requesting snacks. When she gets upset, she will climb into my lap and ask to see the “dresses” on my phone. – She likes to scroll the toddler dress section on my Zulily App. It seems to calm her down. Most days, she’s insistent her socks are pink and has an opinion on her hairstyle. And after every hairstyle, I tell her how pretty she is. She smiles at me, touches her pigtails and says ” I’m so beautiful”. She doesn’t need a mirror to know this. This year I’ve watched her unwavering self-confidence with admiration. She doesn’t wear makeup because she thinks she needs improvement, she plays with makeup because it’s fun. She doesn’t need a mirror to know she’s beautiful, she knows it because I tell her. Many people would tell me to stop commenting on her physical appearance and replace those words with “bold”, “strong” “courageous”, and I think telling her shes those things is important, but it doesn’t replace ‘beautiful’. All girls want to hear that they are beautiful. There hasn’t been one day of my entire life that I have been half as self-assured as she is. Then last week, I was with some friends, and through some general conversation, one of them said: “…ya know the worst thing about you is your confidence…” This was a compliment, a backhanded one, but a compliment nonetheless. And probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. So, today I asked those that know me what they thought of me. I put it out there, I made everyone uncomfortable, I asked for blatant honesty. I gained some perspective. They had similar words to each other, but there were very few similar words to how I would have described myself. It won’t stop me from getting on the scale tomorrow or applying the 2nd coat of mascara. But it will change the words I choose when talking about myself in front of my daughter. It will change the words I allow her to use about herself as she gets older. It might make me stop the next time I’m comparing myself, my work, my everything and remind myself there’s a chance it’s all in my head. I might also try to learn how to graciously lose an argument, I’m told I’m bad at that. Powered by wordads.co Thank you for submitting the report! Seen ad many times Not relevant Offensive Covers content Broken Report this adViolet,
I will always indulge your ‘girly nature’, as it might simply be who you are. But as you get bigger and more insistent on a well-rounded shoe collection, stop and take note of how beautiful you are barefoot. Never lose your confidence. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re anything but stunning. Let your strong will, blunt personality and intuitive heart shine through every situation and realize that your favorite pink lipstick is doing nothing more than getting people to glance in your direction so they can see the unmatched character and loving heart that shines through those big brown eyes. And most certainly don’t ever let your love of all things pretty keep you from your love of Tacos. There’s room in lifefor both.
Happy 3rd Birthday my pretty pink princess. I love you more thanchocolate.
-Mom
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“DO ME A FAVOR…”On November 2, 2018
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> “What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we > love deeply becomes a part of us.” – HELEN KELLER Today I have to say goodbye to my Aunt. It will be a funeral, like every other funeral, she would never have wanted much of a fuss made. If she were here, she would feel a bit guilty that people took time off of work to attend, and I’d have to reassure her that people have plenty of PTO time to spare and that some things are simply more important. She’d make me say it twice. She wasn’t an aunt by blood. She was a close family friend, but she had been in our family long before I was born, she, being the oldest aunt, and me being the youngest grandchild, I’m guessing she was around 25-30 years before I was born. I had to remind her of this once when she came for Christmas. It was the first Christmas after her mother had passed and she didn’t have family nearby anymore. So, she joined us. At the end of the day, she thanked me for letting her intrude on our family holiday. This caught me off guard because I had always thought of her as family. I said, “You’ve been part of this family twice as long as I have, and I don’t feel out of place here, so you certainly shouldn’t.” But, that’s just who she was. Always a bit worried, always thoughtful, eternally grateful. I come from a very practical family. There isn’t a lot of overly emotional expression. A family argument has never been more than a minor bicker, and typically, that’s only happened between my sister and me. I’ve always been the ’emotional one’ in my family, and I’m medicated for most of it. There won’t be anyone uncontrollably sobbing today, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be sadness. We’re just practical, realistic, and know that no one wants the world to stop for anyone else because of them. So, we gather, stay composed and remember the good times. It sounds cold. It’s anything but. I started writing the blog years ago as a way to improve my writing skills as I entered a new career path. It turned into something I write for my children, mostly composed of Birthday messages and memories to compile for them on their 18th birthdays. But, the main reason I write it is; I know I won’t be here forever. Now, I’m not planning on kicking off for another 50+ years, but I know there will be a day when my kids will be left motherless, and regardless of age, that’s how it will feel. And despite my goal of living past 90, I know we have little control over when our time is up. So I write so they will always be able to come to me for advice and hear myvoice.
For me, ‘voice’ is the powerful part. That’s the part that makes the memories the most vivid, makes the person feel the most alive in my head. That’s the part in my dreams when I know it’s not just a dream, but a visitation. Last night, I had a dream about my Aunt, Fritz. The dream surrounded a funeral, but it was her mothers. Ultimately, that part was insignificant. When she was leaving, I stood up and gave her a hug and said: “I’m so sorry”. She hugged me back, and said: “Do me a favor and don’t wait another year”. I’m not entirely sure what she meant by that statement. But, the odd part was the hug. I don’t think I’ve ever once hugged her in my entire life, and in this dream, it felt real. Her voice was vivid, everything else faded away, and she disappeared. I woke up in tears. It’s rare that I remember my dreams. It’s rare that I have an emotional reaction to them once I’m awake. In fact, it’s only happened a few times in my life, and it’s been when I’ve lost someone. The chances of it happening again with Fritz are slim. I’m very convinced that this wasn’t just a dream, this was her saying goodbye. There’s just a realness to it that I don’t have in other dreams. And this is whyI’m religious.
I was raised Presbyterian, and still, belong to the church I grew up in. I enter the building on holidays and on Sundays to pick up my son from ‘coffee hour’ (grandma takes him). Whether or not I attend the service I think is a bit inconsequential. I don’t necessarily believe in all of the details of the faith, and I don’t think God cares if I do. Most of it can be pretty easily explained away, but I’ve never been able to shake the feeling of the afterlife. From a worship standpoint, God and I have an understanding: I care about other people on all the days, not just Sundays, and don’t raise my kids to be spoiled brats, and he lets me stay in PJ’s on Sundays. Part of not raising spoiled brats seems to include making them go to Church, that’s what my mother tells meanyway.
Powered by wordads.co Thank you for submitting the report! Seen ad many times Not relevant Offensive Covers content Broken Report this ad I won’t forget this dream with time. I have never forgotten the dream I had with my grandparents when I’m convinced they visited me. The moment, the images, the voice, the feeling; it will all stick. I still dream about my grandparents from time to time, I find it happens when I’ve been overly anxious for a while. There was a calmness, a security, about them for me as a child, and I think it’s my brain’s way of telling me to relax and that everything will be ok. But I don’t vividly remember the details of those dreams. I don’t sit an analyze their meaning or the words that were said like I do the dreams that make them seem less like dreams and more like visitations. I can still hear my grandfathers voice with the last phrase he said to me, and the way my grandmother had a slight whistle when she breathed. I can hear my grandpa Frank bicker with my grandma Ginny, in a way that he knew would make us laugh, and my cousin telling me how short life really is the one and only time we ever did anything social, just the two of us. I will think about Fritz’s words often, I will hear her voice and I will remember her. She passed suddenly in her sleep, and maybe those words were her reminding me that we don’t always have as much time as we think we do with those that surround us. Her final advice was to not take people and life for granted. It seems like something she may say. Whatever it is, her voice will stick with me. So, I will show up to vote, consistently (and democratically) as she would have encouraged, I will help take care of the lake house she was so grateful to have in her life, I will make sure my kids have swim lessons, so she won’t worry from above, and I won’t wait a year to visit, talk to or tell the people around me I love them, as she seemingly advised. I will hug people today I normally wouldn’t. Her self-appointed responsibility for the people that surrounded her was unmatched, her words never from any place outside of love, and her life lived with a simple focus: leaving the world better than what it was when she started. Rest In Peace, Frances N. Kasten. You more than accomplished your goal and the world will struggle to be as pure-hearted now that it’s lostyours.
Christmas 2012. Left to right: Fritz holding Sawyer, Mary holdingReggie, Margie.
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DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC? On August 26, 2018August 25, 2019By Rebecca
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_“An Idea survives not because it’s true, but because it’s interesting.” – Murray Davis”_ R.I.P. Waves and June, August 3, 2018- August8, 2018
R.I.P. Waves and June, August 3, 2018- August 8, 2018 I listen to a fair amount of podcasts. Mostly True Crime type stories, but also some ‘This American Life’, ‘Revisionist History’, ‘Ted Talk’ type stuff. I’m typically choosing something that is an offbeat topic, something factual, but fascinating. ‘Criminal’ with Phoebe Judge is a common go-to when I need to plug myself in and focus on a project at work. I like the analysis, the story, hearing how peoples brains work. I like learning. I like knowing stuff. But for the amount that I listen, I find that I retain very few actual facts. I retain the premise. I retain the analysis of behaviors, the overall story. I don’t retain the characters names, or dates, or even the specific murder weapon most of the time. I retain my first and last impression of the program. Was it interesting or did it take me a while to get into it? Did I agree with the verdict? Was the perpetrator a sociopath? I retain the portions that allowed my mind to wander. Never the facts. When I was growing up, before Google, my stepdad was our google. He retained every fact about everything he had ever read. And he read a lot. My sister and I would make a game out of it and think of random things to ask him, just to see if he had a reasonably believable answer; like “how do bees mate?” or “what’s the average circumference of an oak tree?” – I would never play him in Trivial Pursuit, it would have been soul-crushing. My sister also has a memory for details. I’m pretty sure she remembers everything that’s happened to her since 1980, while I have retained a totally of 27 cumulative minutes of my entire childhood. I remember the moments that evoked a powerful feeling or idea. I don’t remember most of the details of the rest of the day surrounding it. I can come up with the memories, if prompted, but I’m not always sure if they are accurate. This makes me wonder how much of their childhood my kids will remember. I feel like we spend a lot of time, as parents, trying to ‘make memories’ for them and it’s interesting to think back on my trip to Disney World when I was seven and realize that I remember primarily the elements that upset me; the terror that was ‘Space Mountain’, having my one allotted souvenir, a glass figure of Mini Mouse, smash in the bag while wondering the park. (which, by the way, I blamed completely on my fact-retaining stepdad- He was the one hauling all of our bags, clearly he did that shit on purpose.) The happy moments I remember? Swimming at the ‘Days Inn’ pool, and mickey mouse shaped pancakes with whipped cream. Yep, that’s it — mere minutes of the entire week-long adventure captured. As a results, I’ve crossed Disney World off the list of ‘things that are a requirement for childhood.’ I retained feelings, not events. Clearly, meeting whatever princess I’m sure I did, didn’t impressme.
Sawyer’s always had a knack for remembering things. His wild imagination pays close attention to the world around him, but seem to fill in the holes with the parts of reality that he doesn’t understand yet. He’ll never just sit in the unknown. Lately, he doesn’t seem to live in reality at all. He lives in the land of make believe, on the planet of the Pokemon, and vacations on video game island. A good portion of this year was spent trying to decipher what he was saying, and if it was actual English or not. He speaks in made up words, or in fantastic concepts that develop into elaborate stories that only his imaginative mind can follow. It was both frustrating and awesome at the same time. Last year he started finding language, this year, he figured out the best ways to use it includes challenging reality. Maybe he’ll be the next J. K. Rowling. Powered by wordads.co Thank you for submitting the report! Seen ad many times Not relevant Offensive Covers content Broken Report this ad He scolded me on several occasions for crushing his dreams by explaining the basic concepts of science to him, debunking whatever grand possibility he was hoping for. I worried about the amount of time he spent inside his head like this, and if his inability to separate fantasy from reality was normal. I was like that as a kid. I believed in my grandfathers imaginary pets, and that my stuffed animals had actual feelings. Even when logic told me these things weren’t true, I rarely let go of the emotional tie. “…but what if the ARE real, and we just can’t see it?”, a little voice in my head would nag. I carried this issue for a long time, I would create and dream and plan, and convince myself that my plans and dreams were actually going to happen. Then they wouldn’t and I’d be crushed. This happened well into adulthood. So his sense of imagination this year caught me a bit off guard. and I wanted to find delicate ways to explain to him what were realistic options and what were not. We had several conversations, most of which he had in tears, about getting a real live Pokemon for him. He wanted a pet with powers. Our two cats and brand new puppy were clearly falling short. I explained that Pokemon were pretend. Cue tears. I explained that ‘powers’ are things that exist in cartoons. Cue dirty looks and yelling. I then explained that cartoons aren’t actual places. Cue 40 minutes of sobbing as if his favorite cat had just dropped dead in his arms. At that point, I offered him a goldfish. He stopped crying, gave me the most evil look I’ve ever seen and said “how DARE you offer me a goldfish? The fish Pokemon are the WEAKEST of the Pokemon. Why do you want me to have the WORST of something?” – clearly, I’m not winning any ‘Mother-Of-The-Year’ awards. After that, I bowed of the conversation and told him that sometimes we just don’t get everything we want in life. Eventually, he settled for a goldfish. Settling for the goldfish, however, didn’t stop him from discussing his want of a real-life Pokemon. I tried to explain to him that magic is an illusion in a simple, delicate way that wouldn’t crush his ability to believe in things. Then he looked at me and said: “You don’t know that, mom. There might be a magic store on the other side of the world where you can go in, and anything you can think of can come to life. Have you been everywhere in the world?” “No.”, I said. “Then you can’t tell me that magic isn’t real. Because you haven’t been everywhere that it might be” – “you’re right, buddy”, I conceded. “I guess I don’t know that magic isn’t real and there could be real-live Pokemon with powers somewhere on this earth. Tell you what, if you catch one someday, you can keepit.”
I lost that battle. As I should have. He was right. at 5 years old, he proved me completely and totally wrong. The fact that magic is an illusion is nothing more than a theory. He still has the ability to see past the concepts of “achievable” and see the possibilities in life. He believed in something, truly believed in it, and he wasn’t going to let anyone break him down. He fought back. (For a full week!) about this subject, and he found a way to make me understand that the concepts are just as important as the facts. That’s where everything begins. That’s where memories are made, and discoveries start. Albert Einstein once said: _“I’m enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” _ I don’t listen to podcasts because they are true. I listen to them because that person’s interpretation of the facts is interesting. There’s always more to the story. There are always unknown details. There’s always a little magic to be found.Sawyer,
You have big personality and you’ve already learned to only slow down for the truly important facts. As your interests lean more towards science and math, I hope along your way, you don’t let the facts, and non-believers, inhibit your ability to see beyond them. Facts are only facts because we’ve yet to prove them wrong, and there’s always more to the story. My wish for you this year is that you continue your search for that magic store where you can make all your dreams come to life, and that no matter how old you get, that is a quest you never turn your back on. Read the great story tellers of the world, learn to create, and invent. Learn to write. For then, you will always see the magic in the world around you, and continue to enlighten people, as you did me, and the world will forever be nothing but a sea of possibilities. Happy 6th Birthday, Peanut. May your convictions always include a bit of magic. Powered by wordads.co Thank you for submitting the report! Seen ad many times Not relevant Offensive Covers content Broken Report this ad “Those who do not believe in magic, will never find it.”- _The Minpins, Roald Dahl_SHARE THIS:
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THE GOOD OLD DAYS… On May 5, 2018May 5, 2018By Rebecca
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Writing birthday blogs for Violet is much harder than it is to write them for Sawyer. At least it is in these younger years. With Sawyer, everything is new, not just for him, but for me. There are new epiphanies and thought processes, lessons, and discoveries that I’m making along the way that I don’t have the second time around. I was told that I should write about the differences between the two kids, and there are definitely differences. But when I went back to read the post for Sawyers 2nd birthday, I realized that all of the things I had noted to write for Violet, were almost exactly the same as the things I had written for Sawyer. Turns out, at this age, they really do advance and grow in similar ways, at similar times. Especially when being raised in a similar way. She turns two today. I’m currently hiding in my bedroom to write this, so they don’t know I’m awake. I can hear her jumping up and down in her crib, and when you say birthday to her, she responds with “cake”, because at two – that’s the whole point. My first thought was to note all of the things she suddenly can do that she couldn’t a few weeks ago. She counted to 13 the other day when I didn’t know she could count at all! And she busted out a rendition of “Happy Birthday” in the car yesterday when I was unaware she could sing. And the other night, I put her to bed, and she said “love you” unprompted. Now, shes said it before, when repeating it back to me. But never on her own. That’s when you know they actually understand something – when they say or do it totally on their own. Those are the moments of pure joy and pride for a parent. I’ve had those moments with both kids, and apparently, in similar timelines. So, writing these for Violet is harder. But, the more I watch her, the more I see her emerging personality. The words I would use to describe both kids would likely be similar; big, strong, independent, opinionated. But the way in which they are those things is very different. Violet will take ‘no’ for an answer. It takes a while. It’s never the first ‘no’, and rarely the 5th. But eventually, she will grasp that she’s not going to win this one, accept it and go find something else to push her limits with. Sawyer still doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. He negotiates, and gets mad, then sad, then tells my mom how mean I am to him. He’s my little salesman. Violet has a sense of rationality buried in her. She has tantrums and cries and pushes and screams, and pulls hair – like any other two years old. But when you watch her, she simply doesn’t let upsets get her down. She rolls with the punches in her own way. It’s never without a fight. She’s loud and stubborn and determined. But, once she’s sure something isn’t going to go her way, most of the time she simply moves on – It may take a while, but she doesn’t hold a grudge. I think this is important. I think it’s one of the keys to happiness. Letting go. I’ve written about finding happiness before, it’s something I’ve struggled with over the years, and it’s something I think a lot of people in my life have struggled with. We were taught, as a ‘xenial’, to be goal-oriented. To always be working towards something. Eye on the prize. So, there comes a point in life when there is no major goal on the calendar. No major life change or event to focus on. No college, no home-buying, no major career jump insight, no more babies to prep for. Now, it’s just retirement. And when you have 30 more years until retirement, you realize you simply can’t just focus on that. Cue anxiety. So, we focus on the goals of the children. But when they are little, they get to those naturally. I think this is one reason why studies say that an individual’s overall happiness significantly drops after they have children, and that child turns 2. The first 2 years are new and exciting and well, babies are hard but miraculous. Then they become toddlers and little people that you can’t always contain, whine and complain, and turn everything into a giant battle. Even if you do have personal goals, hell will freeze before you will reach them. Little actually gets accomplished on a daily basis, and our want to feel productive to give us purpose and satisfaction is stripped from us. We never learned how to look at the little things for happiness. Find that silver lining. We all know we SHOULD do that, but that’s not what we were taught to do. It isn’t innate. Those small accomplishments were a distraction. We might celebrate for a moment, then we refocus on what’s next. The main goal. keep moving forward. By this rationale, success and happiness can never be achieved. And we never learned to let go of the things that stood in our way. The moments or people that created roadblocks physically, mentally or emotionally we carry with us. We let those moments and people define us in an inner monologue that allows negativity to reign. Being the best and reaching that goal was, and is, a requirement. It was the definition of success. And if you aren’t “successful” then you have no right to be happy. Powered by wordads.co Thank you for submitting the report! Seen ad many times Not relevant Offensive Covers content Broken Report this ad But I’m learning from the toddler that happiness is hidden in the daily moments, in the contentment of the present. It’s there. It’s the cake. It’s in the random moments of laughter over something the silly cartoon bear on TV did, the tiny hands wrapped around my fingers, dragging me to the cupboard to ask for candy in the slyest, sweetest way one can at 2. It’s in the countless stories told in half English, half baby-babble, that make just a little more sense each day. It’s hidden in the corners of screaming frustration, the last place you’d look. It’s there in the shadows of self-doubt and anger and sadness. Waiting for you to finish struggling. It’s waiting for that moment of pride when you’ve overcome or conquered, persevered. It’s in the moment your child tells you they love you for the first time, after a lost battle against bedtime. It’s there for when you realize you survived. Somedays, all one can do is survive. Get from sun up to sun down, take a head count, and go to bed. There are lots of days that feel like that. Just this past week, my Saturday started with whining and screaming children at 5:40am. One wanted cold meds and video games, the other “MORE JUICE!” – and she wanted it NOW. Not 5 minutes from now, not after you’ve woken up, brushed your teeth and gotten a cup of coffee. Now means now, or in toddler world – 5 minutes ago, because I should have predicted that she was about to die of thirst from NOT having a 3rd cup readily available. So the day began. It began with yelling, and it continued with flying toys and spilled cereal, coughing, fevers, todo lists, and errands. It continued with napless children and dishes and mountains of laundry. And then it ended. It ended with pizza, laughing children, roasting marshmallows, and friends. This is how most of our summer Saturdays end, and it is one of the best parts of our life. No one really wanted to be outside for that bonfire last Saturday. It seemed that everyone had had a shitty week. But we did it anyway. Even if just for an hour. It was the first nice weekend night, and sometimes you just need to force it. Sometimes you do it because the kids ask you to, sometimes you do it because, despite the lack of time and energy you have, you need to be reminded that this is what the struggle is for. Summer nights with friends and family, who aren’t talking about work and dishes and depression. Who aren’t focused on the things they feel they failed at, who are ignoring typical bedtimes in exchange for games of ‘tag’ after dark, and a few drinks and sitting with people that are surviving each day just like you are. Those are the times that will get remembered. These are the days we will look back on when we reach retirement and miss. These are the memories in the making. Our back alley, while we are all in our pajama pants with our glasses of wine, while the kids ride their bikes in footy pjs at dusk, waiting for the fire to be ready for marshmallows – These childhood memories our kids will take with them. The definition of happiness, if we can relax enough to notice it – the ‘good old days’ we will look back on with a smile.Violet,
As you start to become your own person, my wish for you is that you will keep your sense of resiliency. That when you find life’s upsets, you try to conquer them, but when you can’t- you move on the way you do now. Struggle for and strive for the goals that are achievable, because you can do anything you set your mind to, but don’t let minor failures define you. Don’t forget to stop along the way to appreciate the days successful moments, the bonfires and support of those around you. Allow those to become your inner-voice. Remember that no one can write your story except you, so don’t let other voices narrate. And always remember that happiness is found in the joy of simply eating birthday cake. Happy 2nd Birthday Sweet pea.Love, Mom.
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“WHAT IS A HOME WITHOUT CHILDREN?…” On August 25, 2017August 26, 2017By Rebecca
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> WHAT IS A HOME WITHOUT CHILDREN?…QUIET. Sawyer is my chatterbox. I shouldn’t really be surprised by that based on his genetic make-up, I knew going into this that my kids were never going to be the shy or quiet type. But this year language was no longer a foreign concept that was struggled with. This year the words and phrases flowed- imaginatively, repetitively, _endlessly._ This year I was the mother of a variety of super hero’s, all with powers and backstories. I was a privy to defenses that blurred the lines between reality and make believe, and had his imagination being used as an excuse for why he did something he knew he shouldn’t. He learned to negotiate by age three, this year he learned to refine those in fantastic terms that he knew would either make me laugh, or simply have no ability to argue. He became quick-witted never lacked a response. Yes, this year I have to deem the ‘year of language’. He’s full of stories and descriptions and his little mouth moves faster than his brain meaning most stories are met with sentence after sentence of stuttered phrases that requires a PhD in patience some days. But when you can take the time and truly listen, it’s been pretty amazing to see the development. He’s develop original thoughts and has figured out how to piece things together and tell stories. We’ve discussed everything from friends to the latest cartoon to space and countless things in between. He taught me that Pluto is actually an asteroid, not a moon or planet, and was so excited to find out that I didn’t actually know that prior to that conversation, he then continued to explain how Night/Day works. I told him I didn’t know that before either – just to see his smile. Yes, full conversations are finally possible, a trade of ideas and the ability to express thoughts and feelings – when something doesn’t seem fair and why. Now that he can fully communicate, he’s particularly annoyed that his live-in playmate can’t. He swings from days where he just yells at her: ” learn to talk!” to deciding that it may advantageous for him to decide what her baby-babble means and dictate for her. He’s a self-interested problem-solver, maybe he’ll go into politics. What comes along with the ‘year of language’ are new rules to life for all involved. I am not one that has the ability to filter well, so I have simply taught him that there are some things grown-ups can say, and other things everyone can say. One day during a few moments of frustration, I yelled at him and used a four-letter word, I don’t remember which one – my repertoire is extensive. He asked “Can I say that word?” – I said “No, that word is for grown ups.” He argued that point for a moment. I finally said ” If you make it to 18, you have earned the right to say or do whatever you’d like, but until then you follow my rules.” -Now, I stand by my statement 100% – but of course this came back to bite me in the ass. A month or so later, we went up north with my family. My mom took him on a walk with a few other people and he proceeded to randomly tell her cousin (who thankfully has a sense of humor): “When I’m 18, I can do whatever I want” She said something to the effect of “oh really…?” and he proceeded with: “Yes, when I’m 18, I can tell you to go to hell.” Thankfully, I wasn’t present for this conversation so I didn’t need to crawl into a hole and die on the side of the highway, but it was relayed to me by my mother, who thought it was hilarious and assured me that he was simply stating a fact and not actually telling her off. I felt slightly better about it. But I have noted that at some point, we need to discuss that just because you CAN say something, doesn’t mean you always should. Powered by wordads.co Thank you for submitting the report! Seen ad many times Not relevant Offensive Covers content Broken Report this ad In addition to learning WHAT to say (or not say), he’s learned the art of expression – mostly for the purposes of pure and complete sass. His newest favorite word is “seriously?” and uses it whenever I ask him to do something he deems to be completely ridiculous, like carry his own lunch. It comes with a hand motions and everything. “Seriously mom? Why do I have to do _EVERYTHING?_ you’re the mom- you should carry it!” I thought I had until he was a teenager to be deemed the dumbest person alive, but no – age four and he’s pretty much already made that determination and is now trying to perfect his eye-roll. I’ve spent a lot of time this year attempting to explain that it is my job to make sure that he grows up to be a good, responsible person and sometimes that’s going to mean that he doesn’t like my rules or my answers and that he’s not always going to get what he wants. Typically, his response to this conversation is to inform me that I am most definitely the “meanest mom ever” and that the neighbor is his favorite mom because she never yells at him and always has snacks. – Its a true statement, she does always have snacks and I do yell – I’d likeher better too.
Then there is the combination of ‘expression’ and ‘inappropriate’ that is hard to argue with because those sentences are based on a feeling and one needs to learn how to filter feelings before you can filter the language. For example, while watching the Wizard of Oz for the first time, he turns to me and says: ” I hate that witch. If I was there, I’d take that broom and hit her in the privates!” Then I had to let him know that we don’t hit people, even the ones that deserve it – especially in the privates. Kindness. At the end of he day, this year’s language battle has been mostly aboutkindness.
So the lesson gets bigger and harder. Now that we have the words, the new goal is making sure that no matter WHICH words he uses, he’s using all of them in ways that express kindness. It’s a tall order for a four-year-old, many adults have yet to master it, but to me, this is one of the most important lessons I could teach him. Everyone wants their child to grow up to be successful and well adjusted, strong. Sometimes I think we forget to put enough emphasis on growing up to be simply kind. We focus on grades and team building and sports, assertiveness and extra-circulars. Yet we assume we can teach kindness and empathy by just saying “don’t do that, it’s not nice” and moving on. I think there are a lot of adults out there that take their opinions, or feelings and assume they have the right to express them in any way they choose because their feelings should always be validated. We get hung up on feeling important and justified and forget to take the high road. We forget that empathy has to be explained, understood and then practiced. It’s in us innately to care about other human beings. I see it when he defends his little sister, or tries to find her pacifier when she is crying. I see it when he tells me he’s getting big, but he’ll always be my peanut and snuggle with me, because he know’s it makes me sad that he’s growing up. His reaction is to want to fix it. He’s uncomfortable sitting with someone else’s distress. But as a species we are wired to look out for ourselves, and at age 4- jealousy and self-serving behavior rules over the other emotions. Quickly kindness and empathy go by the wayside. It can be over something as simple as a piece of candy he wants that someone else gets. Fairness is expected, and when life isn’t, kindness is never the immediate reaction. To understand the importance of kindness, one needs to truly grasp empathy and to grasp empathy, one must have had a few experiences in life to relate to. It’s a conflict of interest for a mother. My goal is to protect him from injury and hurt on a daily basis. That includes hurt feelings. So to know he has to go through some bad experiences in order to grow up to be kind is well, difficult. I do my best to subtly teach him the concept of a ‘social contract’ in order to force “kindness” by way of manners, correction and forgiveness. And hopefully this will, in-turn, protect him from feeling the wrath of anyone he may offend, or opening himself up for ridicule. To do that, we’ve started ‘leveling up’ the evolution of his language a bit to statements like “I need to go to the bathroom” vs. “I need to go potty” – this spurs 800 questions as to ‘why’ that I can’t actually answer, and boils down to – ‘it sounds nicer buddy, just do it.’ BIG concepts.Little person.
Powered by wordads.co Thank you for submitting the report! Seen ad many times Not relevant Offensive Covers content Broken Report this ad Baby steps. This week it was proper bathroom language and why we don’t strike people with brooms. Next week maybe I’ll explain to him what ‘hell’ is and why we don’t wish people there at any age… maybe I’ll wait until he’s 6 for that talk…Sawyer,
Four has been my favorite age so far as we could finally communicate and understand each other. Your imagination is endless and your spirit immeasurable. It all went so fast. I can’t believe you are already five years old. This is a big birthday, and watching you change and grow and get smarter every day is exciting and sad all at the same time. You start Kindergarten this year, and will be without mom, dad or grandma all day, every day and entering a space with so many influences that I can’t control. It’s going to be an adjustment and a world of learning you didn’t know existed and my wish for you this year is that you truly learn what it means to be kind. I hope for you to always do what you know is right by moral standards, not by situation or emotional reaction. I hope you learn that kindness is more important that winning an argument, and that following the crowd or hopping on your high horse is fruitless if it means hurting someone else in the process. Use your new love of language and your new vocabulary to encourage, love and accept all and never to hurt another. Words take only a moment to speak, but can move mountains when used to inspire or motivate. They also can cause damage to another for a lifetime so, proceed with caution. Learn to think before you speak and know your audience. When in doubt, simply be quiet and offer a gesture of kindness- let your inherent thoughtfulnature take over.
Happy 5th Birthday to my big kid (who will forever be my peanut). I’m so proud of you.Love,
Mom.
> “KINDNESS IS THE LANGUAGE THE DEAF CAN HEAR AND THE BLIND CAN> SEE”
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TWO OF YOU AND ONE OF ME On May 5, 2017May 7, 2017By Rebecca
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This is my first blog post of 2017 — which makes me a terrible blogger, but also a busy mom. Similar to Sawyers first year of life, I found myself busier than expected, mostly due to disorganization and constant adjustment to the ever-changing needs of children and career. This ‘chaos’ also means that its been a full year since Violet was born and she has been the victim of ‘second child syndrome’…fewer pictures, fewer posts, an untouched baby book, a half-assed first birthday party. I promised myself that this wouldn’t happen. As a second-born child myself, I know what it’s like to have 1 photo album of you from ages 1-5, half of which is shared with the dog. But as this year went on, I never seemed to have enough hands. Sawyer insisted in participating in 90% of the photo-ops in the ‘photo-bomb’ sort of way that only a 4 year old can do best, and I found myself much more interested in enjoying the moments instead of documenting them. So, here I am once again, taking stolen moments on an airplane to write excuses to my children for the areas in which I failed. This blog has become my corrector-of-wrongs, and I’m now heavily relying on it to someday explain away any feelings of animosity, doubt or resentment my emotional, practical (and occasionally unstable) style of parenting causes. I refuse to apologize to the rest of the world anymore for my behaviors at this point. My house is a mess, my office is in constant revolving chaos, I will be late for every play date until the end of time, and my kids watch entirely too much TV. It is what it is. I do my best. But I do permanently feel the urge to explain myself and apologize to my children for my short-commings, despite their inability to comprehend or know any differently. So, today I am writing Violets ‘First Birthday’ blog, and I’m beginning it with an apology: I’m sorry more of this year isn’t documented. I don’t have non-cell phone camera pictures of every cute outfit or face, I don’t have a good grasp on her first word (I think it was ‘all-done’, but Grandpa thinks it was ‘Jack’ (their dog) ) There are probably several words in the mix that are feasible. I don’t know the date she first slept through the night – and honestly, she just started doing that consistently at 11 months- and I can’t tell you the exact moments she pulled herself up or crawled successfully, but I can just tell you that she and the pug look super cute waddling next to each other around the house…and I wish I had a gotten a picture of that. What I do know is that she is and will be a force to be reckoned with. She is persistent and loud and charming. She has a sense of humor, likes to make silly faces, take baths, eat, and that she’s going to be an alto. I know that her favorite person is her brother, and she is most definitely his. They have developed a relationship already that I didn’t expect and I know that I want nothing more for them than for that to last. This time around, I knew how fast it would go. I knew how quickly she would stop being a helpless little baby and that I had mere months to rock her at night – I never put much effort into sleep training her the way I did Sawyer. She didn’t need a midnight bottle after 6 months, but her loud insistence and my knowledge that it wouldn’t last forever kept me from forcing it. We didn’t get endless moments snuggled alone this year like I did with Sawyer. “There’s two of you and one of me”. That became our mantra this year. So I took those midnight moments. Exhausted and barely functional, averaging four hours of sleep a night – and I held her. Alone in the dark, she would take her bottle like she’d never been fed before, and then turn her head in towards me and stare at me. She rarely fell asleep in my arms after six months, but she would have been content for me to hold her like that all night long, and if I didn’t have to work in the mornings, I might have. Powered by wordads.co Thank you for submitting the report! Seen ad many times Not relevant Offensive Covers content Broken Report this ad So no, I didn’t get everything documented the way I wanted to, and I’m sure that part of me will regret it someday when the baby face is gone and I don’t have a picture of the silly scrunchy face she makes – but I thoroughly enjoyed her. She came with less stress, despite her broken collar bone and colic. I knew what I was doing this time. I worried less. I knew how important it was to just watch her, carry her, let her make the mess, because preventing it was a fruitless effort anyways. It will only be 1/614 that day- but letting it happen meant she discovered something new. A feeling, a texture, a motor skill. She grew, she changed and so I watched. I enjoyed. I tried to keep up, because she is an unstoppable force, and I didn’t want to miss it searching for camera.Violet,
‘Two of you and one of me” – That was this years theme, and I hope someday you will keep that in mind when you ask for your baby album, and I hand you 3 pictures, and a handful of these lettersinstead.
You completed our family. You are my last baby, and as sad as that is for me, I couldn’t imagine a better finale to this chapter in my life, so with that, I close your first year out with advice that only this year with you could bring: Eating has always been your favorite activity, so I have no doubt that you will make quick work of your first birthday cake, but in the moment before that, while the candle is still lit, I will be wishing that you never lose your sense of adventure, that you continue to speak your mind loudly, so you you are heard over the crowd (the way you do now), and always try new things with as much confidence and pride as you have this year, for it will be that inner-force I see in you that will take you places. Just don’t forget to slow down enough to appreciate the things that truly matter, as moments are fleeting and the number filled with amazement and aw are few and can often get missed (and try and remember to bring the camera) Happy First Birthday Snugs,Love, Mom.
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