I thought it would be easy choosing just one person for the Dove Celebrate Mom Contest, but I am in the lucky position, or in this case, difficult position, to be surrounded by women who are amazing mothers and role models.
I'm supposed to be working right now but I can't stop thinking of yesterday.
Paul, the boys and I met up with my sister-in-law and niece and went to Canada's Wonderland for the day.
I made the purposeful decision to leave my phone at home. There was no email checking, sending quick texts or taking pictures to tweet out to show everyone what a wonderful day I was having. It was our family having fun for us. It was me being focused and paying attention to my kids.
With one son who plays hockey, one son who speed skates plus my own newfound love of speed skating, I’m at an arena a minimum of five times a week. Minimum because those five times are the mandatory ‘you need to show up for a practice or game’ times. I am a huge advocate of families being active together. For us, skating is the perfect opportunity for our family to have fun at a sport we all enjoy, so on top of those five times, we go to a public skate at least once a week.
I love hearing about the reasons why someone started blogging. What was her inspiration? Why does he continue to blog? Is there something you want to get out of it? Do you have a goal? There is no right or wrong answer and the answers themselves are always as unique and individual as the person who's sharing and yet sometimes there is also a commonality.
You Will Never Sleep Again I know it hurts you to read it. It hurt me to write it. I don't enjoy taking away your hope. You may not even believe me but you need to trust me on this—I wouldn't lie to you. Not like all those mothers who lied to me.
You WILL sleep through the night again because eventually, all children do. But it will never be on a consistent basis.
Gone are the summers of my childhood, a time when summers were about playing with friends for hours on end……..unsupervised. My parents didn’t hover over us like stealth helicopters swooping in when fights broke out or dangerous activities like hanging upside down on the monkey bars or riding our banana bikes with no hands occurred.
I make no bones about the fact that I am completely against loot bags filled with crap but I'm also against how birthday parties have become a competitive sport. I got caught up in the birthday party mayhem when my boys were younger—movie parties, parties at indoor playgrounds, face painters—all for little kids who could easily be entertained with a box.
I went away on the May long weekend with my family—it was four days of frolicking and fun. Over 150 pictures were taken and there are photos of my kids, photos of my husband, photos of scenery, but there are no photos of me and my kids together.
I read a story about a 12-year-old boy, Joel Morales, who had been taunted and bullied by classmates and, despite moving schools, the bullying continued. Last week he hung himself in his family's apartment.
My older son is not too far away from twelve. I can't imagine what Joel's family is going through—what this boy went through that brought him to the point he felt he had no other choice but to kill himself.
I get it, I really do. You see someone tweet out how they were invited to an awesome event and you think, "Well, why wasn't I invited?" Or someone was given a new wardrobe and you're all, "What the hell? I shop there ALL THE TIME. Why am I not getting new clothes?"
Even though I’m part of a book club that’s been running for eight years, this past winter I got into a reading rut. I wanted to read smart books—the books everyone recommends and are at the top of the best seller lists. The ones you read and are all “Now I totally get why everyone loves it.”
It was not a conscious act on my part, I did not set out to reclaim these memories of my childhood. It was a gift.
It was a typically typical trip to the park. They were off—running, laughing, pretending, fighting, making up—and then off and running again. I was on the bench reading, occasionally glancing up to watch their antics or when they wanted my attention “Mummy, look at me! Did you see that? Are you watching? Look what I can do.”
I was going to write about my awesome Mother's Day but how it's a weird day for me in general because on the one hand it's Mother's Day and I get completely spoiled yet on the other hand I think of my own mom who is no longer here and then there's the fact that it's also the four year anniversary of the day our family got into a head on collision with a drunk driver.
I know, my life is awesome, is it not?
I was going to write about all of that but then I realized I'm a brush whore.
One of my biggest regrets in life is that I never got to know my mother as a person.
She was more than my mom, she was a person who had hopes and dreams, she had moments of frustration and faced disappointments, she had a whole entire life before I was born. But I had only ever viewed her as my Mother. I think as a child it's difficult to see beyond that. It wasn't until I became a mother myself that I viewed her in a different light, but by then it was too late.