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Saturday, March 20, 2010
Hot Locks Doll Giveaway ~ Ends tomorrow!
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Friday, January 22, 2010
Frogs are for soup, Friends are forever!
Today I was reminded if a growing trend in today's world, especially in regards to Mommies. You see, I am fully aware of the fact that, it is near impossible to make real friends as an adult. I know we make acquaintances on a daily basis, but real , honest to goodness friends who you can be yourself with. You know the friends that you can have those heart to hearts with and actually let your guard down without fear of backlash. Those same ladies that you would actually let see you without makeup and not have to worry that they were judging you.
With my first child,in my naivete, I truly thought that every woman I met, who had a child of my child's same age, would have an instant connection with me and I with her. I started taking my baby to classes and forming play groups with Mom's who I just knew were going to be my life long friends. The type of relationships you hear your Mom tell you about.Her best friend that she met at the hospital when they were both in labor at the exact same moment and they have been best friends since that day forward. But soon, I was slapped in the face with reality. The reality, my friends, is that just the fact that you have children of the same exact age does not mean that you have anything else in the world in common. The only thing it really means is that you both were pregnant at the same time and you are both really freakin tired. I've done this dance countless times, trying to find a fit. Once I got over the shock of reality and accepted that fact, things got better. I came to realize that if you are looking for play dates and play mates for your children, you will do fine.That is exactly what play dates are, after all. But if you are going into it expecting something more, you are probably in for disappointment. Its like going on a blind date and claiming him to be your soul mate before even meeting the poor guy and realizing he's actually an alien ...from another planet, not another country. Sure, there are accidental occurrences when you set up a routine play date and meet your Mommy soul mate.But that is the exception, not the rule.It saddens me that in a world and a time in our lives when women could benefit so much from sisterhood, it feels as if its almost nonexistent. What I am referring to is the fact that a lot of Mommies spend the time with their other Mommy friends comparing their children like prized cattle and heaven forbid anybody admit to being human and needing help. I think that if we, as women, could feel like we could be ourselves and ask for help from one another, without being judged for it or given the stink eye, our quality of life would be so much better.Also, we could all help one another become better people and better Moms, simply by giving one another support and a friendly ear. All this being said, sometimes we are lucky enough to meet other women/Mommies who are in fact our true friends. We meet, we hit it off, and the rest is history. My point being that don't go into play dates expecting anything more than play mates for your child and you will be completely satisfied with your experience. When one of those friendships parlays into a true girlfriend you will be pleasantly surprised. And when you find those kinds of friendships, nurture them, be a true friend yourself, and open yourself up to be yourself ( give yourself a break). These friendships are amazing. I have been blessed in my life to find some really great friends through my children.Women who actually look at you with understanding and compassion in their eyes when they see you the morning after a long night up with a sick child, not looking at you wondering why you look so awful and are acting so grouchy. Women who will literally give you the clothes off their back, bring you food when you are hungry or just to tired or stressed to cook, or volunteer to watch your kids when you look like you need it the most; these women and their friendships are priceless.They are worth all the so-so play dates, while have there place and purpose, don't necessarily fulfill your personal needs. Its like finding your prince after kissing all of those dang frogs:)LOL Frogs are for soup, friends are forever. To all my Mommy girlfriends, you know who you are, thanks for waiting while I was hanging out with all those frogs. So glad to have your friendship, your conversation, your support and your love. To all my frogs, Rib-bit, thanks for the play dates:)
With my first child,in my naivete, I truly thought that every woman I met, who had a child of my child's same age, would have an instant connection with me and I with her. I started taking my baby to classes and forming play groups with Mom's who I just knew were going to be my life long friends. The type of relationships you hear your Mom tell you about.Her best friend that she met at the hospital when they were both in labor at the exact same moment and they have been best friends since that day forward. But soon, I was slapped in the face with reality. The reality, my friends, is that just the fact that you have children of the same exact age does not mean that you have anything else in the world in common. The only thing it really means is that you both were pregnant at the same time and you are both really freakin tired. I've done this dance countless times, trying to find a fit. Once I got over the shock of reality and accepted that fact, things got better. I came to realize that if you are looking for play dates and play mates for your children, you will do fine.That is exactly what play dates are, after all. But if you are going into it expecting something more, you are probably in for disappointment. Its like going on a blind date and claiming him to be your soul mate before even meeting the poor guy and realizing he's actually an alien ...from another planet, not another country. Sure, there are accidental occurrences when you set up a routine play date and meet your Mommy soul mate.But that is the exception, not the rule.It saddens me that in a world and a time in our lives when women could benefit so much from sisterhood, it feels as if its almost nonexistent. What I am referring to is the fact that a lot of Mommies spend the time with their other Mommy friends comparing their children like prized cattle and heaven forbid anybody admit to being human and needing help. I think that if we, as women, could feel like we could be ourselves and ask for help from one another, without being judged for it or given the stink eye, our quality of life would be so much better.Also, we could all help one another become better people and better Moms, simply by giving one another support and a friendly ear. All this being said, sometimes we are lucky enough to meet other women/Mommies who are in fact our true friends. We meet, we hit it off, and the rest is history. My point being that don't go into play dates expecting anything more than play mates for your child and you will be completely satisfied with your experience. When one of those friendships parlays into a true girlfriend you will be pleasantly surprised. And when you find those kinds of friendships, nurture them, be a true friend yourself, and open yourself up to be yourself ( give yourself a break). These friendships are amazing. I have been blessed in my life to find some really great friends through my children.Women who actually look at you with understanding and compassion in their eyes when they see you the morning after a long night up with a sick child, not looking at you wondering why you look so awful and are acting so grouchy. Women who will literally give you the clothes off their back, bring you food when you are hungry or just to tired or stressed to cook, or volunteer to watch your kids when you look like you need it the most; these women and their friendships are priceless.They are worth all the so-so play dates, while have there place and purpose, don't necessarily fulfill your personal needs. Its like finding your prince after kissing all of those dang frogs:)LOL Frogs are for soup, friends are forever. To all my Mommy girlfriends, you know who you are, thanks for waiting while I was hanging out with all those frogs. So glad to have your friendship, your conversation, your support and your love. To all my frogs, Rib-bit, thanks for the play dates:)
Sunday, January 17, 2010
FYI, 4's the new 16!
Have you heard that new saying that 40's the new 20? Well, I don't know who's believing that load of crap but I'm pretty sure its not the 20 year olds and I'm fast approaching the 40 year end of the spectrum and I'm not believing it for a second. So, Oprah..please stop perpetuating this myth. First, there was the Million little Pieces guy and now this. Come on Oprah, just because you are spoon feeding it to us...some things I just refuse to believe. So, to be straight 40 is not the new 20, no matter how bad we want to believe it and 50's not the new 30 either Oprah:)However, I am beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, 4 is the new 16. The other day, my 4 year old, who very frequently throws around "fact of the matters" and "Actually Mom..." spat out a "FYI..Grandma..." and then soon thereafter, floored me. We were on a road trip, we stopped at a rest area to avoid some bad weather, during a brief round of chit chat, I , funny Mommy that I am, cracked a very tiny joke at my 4 year olds expense. Now mind you, I thought this joke was about 100 miles above her head. No way she knew what I was talking about or even remotely that I was speaking about her. As far as I was concerned, all she knew was I was speaking to her in what I assumed sounded like Chinese (because it was so far out of her grasp of understanding) and I amused myself. It was late, I was slap happy, I giggled. To which my dear sweet 4 year old, with all the attitude of a 16 year old about to flee the premises with her newly issued drivers license ( or what I remember me being like at 16) looks at me, with her hand on her hip, her hip popped out, and her eyes rolling back in her head.These are the words that came flowing out of her mouth so seamlessly that I had to check myself for my own hearing, " LoL Mom, LOL!!" Complete and utter silence, followed by the eerie sound of crickets. WTH??? Are you kidding me? I was so baffled that I was speechless. She used it in complete context. I don't know where she learned to speak in IM language or if she really understood what she said but I do know that I don't want to know the truth and I want my 4 year old to be 4. In a world where heels are made for newborns, low rise jeans are made for toddlers, and make up is almost a pre requisite for preschool....I choose to believe that this was a complete coincidence.as a sidebar, I have also decided I am going to make a concerted effort to not use the term "LOL"... ever again.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Hey,Look at that Fat Girl
Let me preface this by saying, I am so paranoid about my girls developing body issues that if you ask them ,"What are you?" Their standard answer, with absolutely no conceit, is, "Perfection!" Or as Bella likes to say ,"Perfectional!" I am trying to raise them to know that they are perfect as is; to know that people come in all shapes, sizes,and colors and we are all of the same worth. We are all the perfect us that we are suppose to be.I stress this point to them. Though, of course, being that I am human, I am uber critical of myself but I am conscientious not to exhibit that behavior in front of them, or so I thought. It's a 24 hour a day job, just trying not to be a bad example :)I thought that I was succeeding at this job.I guess I thought wrong.
The other day, out of the blue, my 4 year old, Bella looks at me and whispers, "Mom, I want you to be tall and straight like Daddy." With that, she smiled a little sheepish smile. So between the whisper and the (please don't hurt me, on the brink of a flinch smile) I concluded, she was trying to say something very diplomatically that was in fact an insult. But I wasn't sure what. My husband is 6'5", so I understand that he is taller than me but what did she mean by "straight"? I'm married to a man and she has to idea of the implications of the words "straight or gay" ,so this left me wondering, what in the hell exactly she meant. So, I said,"Bella, Mommy is a girl and sometimes they are shorter than boys.I can't do anything about that." She said,(in her whispering/defensive stance/hands actually up to her mouth to signify a secret) "But you can get straight!" I look at her, and again, that same impish smile. I'm curious and I'm confused. "Honey, what do you mean that you want me to be "straight like Daddy"? Bella, looks me up and down and says, "You know, straight,with none of this!" By this, I inferred by her hand gestures and the fact that she was rubbing my love handles, she meant my lovely chunkiness. OMG, this is the moment I hoped would never come. I'm not obese, but I'm no size 5 anymore.I am certainly a well established resident in double digit land. I took a mental note and decided that it was in fact time to get back into shape. I want to be a good role model, and all that:)She wasn't trying to mean, but she obviously knew, at her young age of 4, that Mommy's weight was a sensitive subject. We've had the occasional,"Mom you've got a big butt!", which of course, compared to hers, I do. Let's face it, I got a big butt. I have always responded, "Well Bella, Mommy would look crazy with a little butt like yours.I'm too big for a bootie that size, but its perfect for your little girl body:)" Which, indeed, I would and it is. Her response is always, "It's OK Mom, I love your big butt!" So, overall, its all good. My ego gets a little bruised, but I bounce back. That was then.
Today,at dinner, Bella is engaged in a full on monologue with herself, as four year olds are known to do from time to time. Then she leaps into her,I'm pretending I'm somebody else mode.OK, I'm used to this. I hear her having a conversation with herself about her Mom being "straight". I turn slowly, and my ears perk up, like a nosey dog.I can't resist,"Bella, you still love me even if I'm not "straight",right? Families love each other no matter what." To which she responds, "Yeah, Mom! But some people are like 'Hey look at that fat girl!' ( Imagine my aghast face and sheer horror) and she continues ,"But I'm like ,'Hey don't say that, she's my Mom and she's perfect!" And then she looks me dead in the eye, serious as I've ever seen her, and says,"I still love you anyways,Mommy!" At this point, I am in shock and mortified that this is the conversation that her and her 'imaginary friends are having':) Continuing, as an equal opportunity child that she apparently is, she looks at me and (again with that smile and whisper, since Daddy's out of earshot) says ,"It's OK Mom, they say it about Daddy and Saffaron (the dog) too. They're like 'Hey, look at that stupid guy walking that dog!' OMG, all I want to know is who are these horribly evil little imaginary people that live in my daughter's head and what do I have to do to shut them up? LOL I laughed so hard that I did in fact cry, part, laughing my butt off at her imagination and her keen sense of decorum to know that she needed to be delicate with her Mommy's feelings, and part at the sad fact that my daughter has, in fact, noticed my imperfections and thinks I'm perfect anyways...or at least that is what she has chosen to let me believe , in spite of the facts.I love my daughter, she is 'perfectional' to me, and I am starting a diet tomorrow! I've also realized that I have to fight the urge and be more conscious of the "does my butt look big? Does this make me look fat?" comments that slip out of my mouth undetected. But like they say, " I can lose weight, but poor Daddy..well, what do you do for being stupid?
The other day, out of the blue, my 4 year old, Bella looks at me and whispers, "Mom, I want you to be tall and straight like Daddy." With that, she smiled a little sheepish smile. So between the whisper and the (please don't hurt me, on the brink of a flinch smile) I concluded, she was trying to say something very diplomatically that was in fact an insult. But I wasn't sure what. My husband is 6'5", so I understand that he is taller than me but what did she mean by "straight"? I'm married to a man and she has to idea of the implications of the words "straight or gay" ,so this left me wondering, what in the hell exactly she meant. So, I said,"Bella, Mommy is a girl and sometimes they are shorter than boys.I can't do anything about that." She said,(in her whispering/defensive stance/hands actually up to her mouth to signify a secret) "But you can get straight!" I look at her, and again, that same impish smile. I'm curious and I'm confused. "Honey, what do you mean that you want me to be "straight like Daddy"? Bella, looks me up and down and says, "You know, straight,with none of this!" By this, I inferred by her hand gestures and the fact that she was rubbing my love handles, she meant my lovely chunkiness. OMG, this is the moment I hoped would never come. I'm not obese, but I'm no size 5 anymore.I am certainly a well established resident in double digit land. I took a mental note and decided that it was in fact time to get back into shape. I want to be a good role model, and all that:)She wasn't trying to mean, but she obviously knew, at her young age of 4, that Mommy's weight was a sensitive subject. We've had the occasional,"Mom you've got a big butt!", which of course, compared to hers, I do. Let's face it, I got a big butt. I have always responded, "Well Bella, Mommy would look crazy with a little butt like yours.I'm too big for a bootie that size, but its perfect for your little girl body:)" Which, indeed, I would and it is. Her response is always, "It's OK Mom, I love your big butt!" So, overall, its all good. My ego gets a little bruised, but I bounce back. That was then.
Today,at dinner, Bella is engaged in a full on monologue with herself, as four year olds are known to do from time to time. Then she leaps into her,I'm pretending I'm somebody else mode.OK, I'm used to this. I hear her having a conversation with herself about her Mom being "straight". I turn slowly, and my ears perk up, like a nosey dog.I can't resist,"Bella, you still love me even if I'm not "straight",right? Families love each other no matter what." To which she responds, "Yeah, Mom! But some people are like 'Hey look at that fat girl!' ( Imagine my aghast face and sheer horror) and she continues ,"But I'm like ,'Hey don't say that, she's my Mom and she's perfect!" And then she looks me dead in the eye, serious as I've ever seen her, and says,"I still love you anyways,Mommy!" At this point, I am in shock and mortified that this is the conversation that her and her 'imaginary friends are having':) Continuing, as an equal opportunity child that she apparently is, she looks at me and (again with that smile and whisper, since Daddy's out of earshot) says ,"It's OK Mom, they say it about Daddy and Saffaron (the dog) too. They're like 'Hey, look at that stupid guy walking that dog!' OMG, all I want to know is who are these horribly evil little imaginary people that live in my daughter's head and what do I have to do to shut them up? LOL I laughed so hard that I did in fact cry, part, laughing my butt off at her imagination and her keen sense of decorum to know that she needed to be delicate with her Mommy's feelings, and part at the sad fact that my daughter has, in fact, noticed my imperfections and thinks I'm perfect anyways...or at least that is what she has chosen to let me believe , in spite of the facts.I love my daughter, she is 'perfectional' to me, and I am starting a diet tomorrow! I've also realized that I have to fight the urge and be more conscious of the "does my butt look big? Does this make me look fat?" comments that slip out of my mouth undetected. But like they say, " I can lose weight, but poor Daddy..well, what do you do for being stupid?
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