So I was sick as a dog yesterday. Some kind of stomach bug that has traveled around my house and literally 'through' all of us. And whilst I had to spend so much time in the bathroom shitting my brains out I thought about something.
I felt well.....guilty. I felt completely guilty that I was sick and shitting my brains out instead of being healthy and able to take care of my kids. I felt guilty that all I wanted to do was not be near them or around them or to cater to their every need and whine and for my littlest...diapers.
Especially in the early AM when the virus manifestation was hitting me pretty hard. I could barely talk. I was so nauseous I thought 'I'm definitely going to vomit today'. Thank GOD I didn't. But the baby had a particularly nice diaper for me. One of those very very loose ones that leaks out of the sides. I could barely get up and this kid was needing me to clean him up in all his nastiness and then walk all the way upstairs and get more clothes. Uhhhhh(sighing).
Then after I had just laid down on the couch (feeling guilty for that as well) my son decides to drop the cup that I just made for him all over the floor. I showed those kids a different side of me for the moment. And that made me feel guilty too. I later apologized for said negative expressions and they knew it wasn't about them, but still.
So I was (still kind of am but not as badly) sick as a dog. It felt like the flu but without the projectile vomiting and I STILL.FELT.GUILTY ! I felt guilty laying up in the bed when my husband finally made it home in the afternoon. Every time I heard their feet on the floor downstairs or the baby crawling around I thought 'I should be there! Feeding them and wiping their faces, and boogers and giving them cookie kisses'. But I couldn't. And I felt terrible about it. And all I can say after that is WTF?! And the funny yet sad thing is...I know I'm not the only one to feel this way! But why is that? Why do Moms feel so guilty? Why is it so horrible that we just wanna be able to do something, ANYTHING in peace? Or just without the kids present? Those that don't have children have no clue what it's like. And I'm not trying to be arrogant. It's the same with animals. Just trying to take a shower and get dressed or to cook a meal. Or better still, leave the house. It takes me sometimes 30 minutes to just leave my house. This is in the winter of course so it's 2 layers on each kid, repeating 80 times to get their shoes on. Dealing with a bit of phony helplessness. Then the baby who is 17 mths old and still can't walk so he sees that coat and goes crawling off. I'm sweating by the time I'm putting my coat on just from the anxiety of it all. And still.....the guilt. Is it engrained? Conditioned? Think back to when you were little. Did your parents press upon you the usual ideals of being a woman? Taking care of everything? Mine did. To this day my mom still waits on my father hand and foot and never really had an outside job or a want for one. Which is fine, but it's just not for me. I want more. And of course...the guilt ensues.
I just read this article that I will post at the end of this entry. I think it sums it up brilliantly. It states that when you feel guilty, it actually means you're taking care of yourself. After all, we may be Super Moms, but we are human beings. We need to feel challenged mentally, and I don't mean by listening to 2 kids having a screaming match all day and a baby who's teething and has an ear infection. We need a physical adult connection with the outside world. We need to read a book, or a newspaper, or Facebook! We don't 'want' these things. We need these things. We need to take a nap, or go out on a date. We need fresh air and sunshine, alone. It's essential that we do what we have to do to remain sane, happy and be the best partner, spouse, wife, or husband we can be. As a matter of fact, it is our right as women. Maybe it doesn't state that on the Bill of Rights but we can enforce our own life rules can't we? Lord knows if we don't take that time, everything falls apart. Especially us.
At the end of March my husband and I will be taking a little trip alone while my Mom is here watching the kids. Not sure where yet, but part of me feels guilty about it. Which is normal. It will be the longest time away from the kids. However the other side of me, cannot wait to just lay in bed all day (if I so choose) with my love and not have to worry about a damn thing. So check out this article. And be gentle with yourself.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/40-percent-and-rising/why-your-mommy-guilt-can-be-good-for-you_b_6621578.html
Friday, February 20, 2015
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Our Battle as parents
So I was sitting there the other day looking into my baby boy Patrick's beautiful blue eyes. Watching him smile for no reason as he often does and I felt so happy. So full of bliss and joy. Those feelings slowly turned to anger and resentment as my other son Brendan decided to start his usual bit of acting like an jerk. Yes. I said it. My son can be a jerk. I love him. I truly do. But he can be such a jerk that when I look at pictures of him when he was a baby, sometimes I almost see a completely different kid. I find it difficult to remember how awesome it was to have such a good little bub. I forget when he was my sweet little Brendan. He was an amazing baby. Came out of the hospital eating every 4 hrs. I slept great. He went right into his crib. Chilled out anywhere you put him for hours. Napped great during the day, and by 2 mths, all night. He was so curious and cute and LOVED to cuddle. He would sit on mine or my husband's lap for hours. He would even sit all in the nook of my arm and lay on my chest and watch TV so I could nod off from time to time if I was extra tired that day. He wouldn't even move. Sometimes he'd fall asleep on me and I could see his beautiful eye lashes. And I would think about how much more he's brought into my life. Because he has.
But things all went downhill when he was 2 and it was time for us to move.
The idea of moving into a bigger more beautiful and new house was so awesome. Who wouldn't be grateful for that?. But the stress of taking care of 2 little ones full time on top of trying to pack a house to move was to say the least, very high. I also didn't know at the time that I have BiPolar 2 disorder and I had come off the antidepressant that I had taken to avoid Postpartum depression and thought I felt fine. And for the most part I was. But then he started to take things out of boxes after I packed them. I couldn't very well seal the box until it was full and that took time. But it was nonstop. And if he wasn't taking things out of the boxes, he was climbing on top of them. I even have a picture of him sitting on top of 3 huge moving boxes. So high he could touch the ceiling. I took a picture because it's kind of funny but all I could think about was how if he had fallen it would be my fault. And that made me feel aggravated. I was frustrated about having to stop to break up an argument over a toy, to dress the kids, feed them, clean them, change diapers(both were in diapers at the time), watch them, mend a wound(or 2), clean up, do laundry, cook, dishes, bathe them, and put them to bed. And as every parent can attest, there is much more included even within all of those tasks. Far from a small job kids. Add on packing an entire house full of stuff, well I lost it a lot. And I yelled a lot too. At Regan too, but mostly at Brendan. And very very loud. I even scared myself sometimes. I made myself sick thinking about this poor little 2 yr old boy who is simply doing what his age appropriate brain told him he was supposed to do. There were days during this time where I had to lock myself in the bathroom and have my cry out. I felt like a terrible mother. As I'm sure we all have at some point. But for me this time was different. Because I knew the effect it could have on him and I continued to get upset. I didn't know any other way. It was just a very stressful time for all of us.
But these days when he's not acting like a total Jerk, not talking back with that diva attitude that he so aptly loves to share. Or when he's not arguing with me for the 1000th time about how he wants something right now and will not take no for an answer, or he's not taking a temper tantrum because he can't or won't put his shoes/coat etc on by himself or cannot zip it up...well, he is kind. He is sweet, and endearing. He'll do something nice for his sister, and say how he wants to be a bucket filler. When he's not ignoring my husband and I completely while we are simply trying to ask him about school, or press how we have to leave right now, he makes us laugh with his wit and his humor and then says he loves us. In those moments, when he's giving me the sly smile, I see that baby. I see that sweet, cuddly little baby boy that I once knew and still know. I see that even though I made mistakes(as we all do every day), all the good things I've done, and the good lessons I've tried so hard to teach him do resonate. It makes me understand that he has bad days just like the rest of us. He can't be a perfect child, but a child doing the things that kids his age are doing. And that hey, I can be a Jerk too! And so can Regan, and my husband. Maybe even you! HA!We ALL make mistakes. We ALL do and say things we wished we hadn't.
In my opinion if at the end of the day even after our attitudes, mood shifts, stresses, and responsibilities we can still love each other. If we love too in the midst of anger and chaos, and our kids love us back after all of that. Well then I think we've done a great job. Don't you?
I Love you buddy <3
But things all went downhill when he was 2 and it was time for us to move.
The idea of moving into a bigger more beautiful and new house was so awesome. Who wouldn't be grateful for that?. But the stress of taking care of 2 little ones full time on top of trying to pack a house to move was to say the least, very high. I also didn't know at the time that I have BiPolar 2 disorder and I had come off the antidepressant that I had taken to avoid Postpartum depression and thought I felt fine. And for the most part I was. But then he started to take things out of boxes after I packed them. I couldn't very well seal the box until it was full and that took time. But it was nonstop. And if he wasn't taking things out of the boxes, he was climbing on top of them. I even have a picture of him sitting on top of 3 huge moving boxes. So high he could touch the ceiling. I took a picture because it's kind of funny but all I could think about was how if he had fallen it would be my fault. And that made me feel aggravated. I was frustrated about having to stop to break up an argument over a toy, to dress the kids, feed them, clean them, change diapers(both were in diapers at the time), watch them, mend a wound(or 2), clean up, do laundry, cook, dishes, bathe them, and put them to bed. And as every parent can attest, there is much more included even within all of those tasks. Far from a small job kids. Add on packing an entire house full of stuff, well I lost it a lot. And I yelled a lot too. At Regan too, but mostly at Brendan. And very very loud. I even scared myself sometimes. I made myself sick thinking about this poor little 2 yr old boy who is simply doing what his age appropriate brain told him he was supposed to do. There were days during this time where I had to lock myself in the bathroom and have my cry out. I felt like a terrible mother. As I'm sure we all have at some point. But for me this time was different. Because I knew the effect it could have on him and I continued to get upset. I didn't know any other way. It was just a very stressful time for all of us.
But these days when he's not acting like a total Jerk, not talking back with that diva attitude that he so aptly loves to share. Or when he's not arguing with me for the 1000th time about how he wants something right now and will not take no for an answer, or he's not taking a temper tantrum because he can't or won't put his shoes/coat etc on by himself or cannot zip it up...well, he is kind. He is sweet, and endearing. He'll do something nice for his sister, and say how he wants to be a bucket filler. When he's not ignoring my husband and I completely while we are simply trying to ask him about school, or press how we have to leave right now, he makes us laugh with his wit and his humor and then says he loves us. In those moments, when he's giving me the sly smile, I see that baby. I see that sweet, cuddly little baby boy that I once knew and still know. I see that even though I made mistakes(as we all do every day), all the good things I've done, and the good lessons I've tried so hard to teach him do resonate. It makes me understand that he has bad days just like the rest of us. He can't be a perfect child, but a child doing the things that kids his age are doing. And that hey, I can be a Jerk too! And so can Regan, and my husband. Maybe even you! HA!We ALL make mistakes. We ALL do and say things we wished we hadn't.
In my opinion if at the end of the day even after our attitudes, mood shifts, stresses, and responsibilities we can still love each other. If we love too in the midst of anger and chaos, and our kids love us back after all of that. Well then I think we've done a great job. Don't you?
I Love you buddy <3
Monday, November 24, 2014
When it's time to let go.
I had a dream last night. My 2nd Best friend ever was in the same place that I was. I somehow got dropped off somewhere on my own with no purse, no car, nothing. All of a sudden I see my friend all dressed up. Even though she is part Chinese and part Indonesian she had her hair in like an up do poof like a Japanese Geisha. Not sure what the correlation for that was. I say HEY!! What are you doing here? All thrilled because she moved to Dallas(in real life). And she gives me the up and down look as if to say Blech! What are 'you' doing here? I said I'm here for blah blah blah(don't remember what I said). So she just walks off with an heir of snootiness. I was confused. So I'm wandering around and I find her again. I say Hey. She rolls her eyes, huffs and puffs and says 'Oh my goodness'. As if I'm bothering her. In response I'm like 'You know what'? Fine. If you don't want to be bothered Good-Bye.
Interestingly enough the above paragraph was written months ago and I never posted it. And here I am wanting to bawl because it has kind of come to pass. She's more than a friend to me. She's like my sister. She did end up moving to Dallas. And she never kept in touch. Come to find out she is busting her ass to work 2 jobs and has isolated herself from her friends and family to stay focused on her goal of one day retiring. She had a hospital visit I knew nothing about and has since had many difficulties. Which I knew only so much about due to the lack of communication. I've written, sent pictures, cards, texts. Sometimes she gets back, sometimes it takes days, a week.
I get it. I understand. I've been there. I've also been on the other end. But I've learned so much since then. If it's one thing my BiPolar Disorder has given me is the understanding of Life. And the ability to see it. I can envision the grass growing in my mind. I can smell the earth and know that this is where we came from. I can stop time for me and my kids and just be with them smelling their hair and know that no matter what love is infinite. Some people can't and won't ever be able to understand that. And it makes me sad. It makes me sad that someone like my friend who I thought was my family doesn't see the value in 'us' because her difficulties have hardened her. She doesn't see that time does not wait for anyone. And that she has made me feel that she doesn't value or appreciate the knowledge of having a friend to lean on because she is too afraid to feel anything at all. It breaks my heart that we've drifted apart. You never think it's going to happen to you. We as humans are so complacent we never think anything can happen to us.....until it does.
Until the pain is so raw and evident that you cannot avoid it no matter how much Ibuprofen you have. You can't avoid the tears, or the space between you. You can't avoid the fact that in those moments of happiness, and laughter and hugs all those years ago saying 'No time or distance can alter our friendship' that it will. And it does. Even now I can see her laughing as we dance together at a club.
You can never anticipate where life will take you.
My husband told me he is Thankful he is a 'guy' and they don't have that type of 'longing' or 'need to constantly connect' with friends like women do. Like he can go for months or even years without seeing someone and then pick up where they left off. Which I can also do. But what do you do when there is nothing in between? No call, no talk, no care. And then there is also the capacity to allow people to make plans and then forgo them without a phone call. Which I don't understand. Why allow that? Why allow people to use you at their discretion just because they can? Of course we'll never see eye to eye on this because he is a Male and I am a Female. And though I am still open minded to this concept, I don't have the capacity to shut off my emotions. Hell, I don't really want to.
I feel hard, I Love hard, and inevitably I hurt hard. That's me, take it or leave it. And I love it. I do. Because I want to feel every single iota of life. I want to show others that life is short and so fragile. And by GOD if you're going to live, then fucking LIVE!!!! I may not go skydiving, and I may be the biggest procrastinator but fuck! I FEEL!!! And that's OK! I want to teach others that every person we encounter, every smile, sneer, difficulty, death, and struggle we deal with is on purpose!. They are all signs and signals and little yellow brick roads to our destination. They are lessons. Signs from spirit, our loves ones, our Angels and GOD that we never left school just because we graduated. All of our mistakes, mishaps, missteps, and fuck ups. Everything we see and experience is all for our soul to mature and learn and grow. And yes I am allowed to use GOD and fuck in the same paragraph. Because GOD knows who I am and he is OK with that. Besides. I apologized. HA!
No does this all mean that I'm infallible? That I make all the right decisions? Hell.No. I don't always accept the decisions I've made, but I have no choice to accept the outcomes. Because it's part of my journey.
The bottom line here is 'There can be no growth without struggle'.
There are SO many people that go through their lives with their eyes closed. They shut their shit down and keep everyone at arms length. Never really understanding or comprehending that all the horrible things that have happened to us are there for us to have. To own. To wear. To help others. To be there.
Unfortunately I feel like she has trivialized our friendship and our role in each others lives. Uhhh(sighing). Despite it.....I will never give up on her. Or any of the my friends past or present. Not even those that have wronged me. I am not like that. I am a human being with faults and if any one of them asked me for help I would do what I could. But things will never be 'the same' between us. And that makes me sad. Hell. I know it's not all about me. I know shit happens. I understand. But when you love someone unconditionally, you do what you have to do.
In the meantime, all I can do is move on. Reflect on the ever changing seasons in life. Celebrate through the sadness the ebb and flow of things like time and distance. Things come out, then wash back out. It's time to appreciate the memories and all that relationships teach. In constant hope that one day maybe sooner than later things will be different and we can greet each other changed with open arms ready to begin right where we left off.
After all, we never can tell what tomorrow will bring. And that is fine with me.
-V
Interestingly enough the above paragraph was written months ago and I never posted it. And here I am wanting to bawl because it has kind of come to pass. She's more than a friend to me. She's like my sister. She did end up moving to Dallas. And she never kept in touch. Come to find out she is busting her ass to work 2 jobs and has isolated herself from her friends and family to stay focused on her goal of one day retiring. She had a hospital visit I knew nothing about and has since had many difficulties. Which I knew only so much about due to the lack of communication. I've written, sent pictures, cards, texts. Sometimes she gets back, sometimes it takes days, a week.
I get it. I understand. I've been there. I've also been on the other end. But I've learned so much since then. If it's one thing my BiPolar Disorder has given me is the understanding of Life. And the ability to see it. I can envision the grass growing in my mind. I can smell the earth and know that this is where we came from. I can stop time for me and my kids and just be with them smelling their hair and know that no matter what love is infinite. Some people can't and won't ever be able to understand that. And it makes me sad. It makes me sad that someone like my friend who I thought was my family doesn't see the value in 'us' because her difficulties have hardened her. She doesn't see that time does not wait for anyone. And that she has made me feel that she doesn't value or appreciate the knowledge of having a friend to lean on because she is too afraid to feel anything at all. It breaks my heart that we've drifted apart. You never think it's going to happen to you. We as humans are so complacent we never think anything can happen to us.....until it does.
Until the pain is so raw and evident that you cannot avoid it no matter how much Ibuprofen you have. You can't avoid the tears, or the space between you. You can't avoid the fact that in those moments of happiness, and laughter and hugs all those years ago saying 'No time or distance can alter our friendship' that it will. And it does. Even now I can see her laughing as we dance together at a club.
You can never anticipate where life will take you.
My husband told me he is Thankful he is a 'guy' and they don't have that type of 'longing' or 'need to constantly connect' with friends like women do. Like he can go for months or even years without seeing someone and then pick up where they left off. Which I can also do. But what do you do when there is nothing in between? No call, no talk, no care. And then there is also the capacity to allow people to make plans and then forgo them without a phone call. Which I don't understand. Why allow that? Why allow people to use you at their discretion just because they can? Of course we'll never see eye to eye on this because he is a Male and I am a Female. And though I am still open minded to this concept, I don't have the capacity to shut off my emotions. Hell, I don't really want to.
I feel hard, I Love hard, and inevitably I hurt hard. That's me, take it or leave it. And I love it. I do. Because I want to feel every single iota of life. I want to show others that life is short and so fragile. And by GOD if you're going to live, then fucking LIVE!!!! I may not go skydiving, and I may be the biggest procrastinator but fuck! I FEEL!!! And that's OK! I want to teach others that every person we encounter, every smile, sneer, difficulty, death, and struggle we deal with is on purpose!. They are all signs and signals and little yellow brick roads to our destination. They are lessons. Signs from spirit, our loves ones, our Angels and GOD that we never left school just because we graduated. All of our mistakes, mishaps, missteps, and fuck ups. Everything we see and experience is all for our soul to mature and learn and grow. And yes I am allowed to use GOD and fuck in the same paragraph. Because GOD knows who I am and he is OK with that. Besides. I apologized. HA!
No does this all mean that I'm infallible? That I make all the right decisions? Hell.No. I don't always accept the decisions I've made, but I have no choice to accept the outcomes. Because it's part of my journey.
The bottom line here is 'There can be no growth without struggle'.
There are SO many people that go through their lives with their eyes closed. They shut their shit down and keep everyone at arms length. Never really understanding or comprehending that all the horrible things that have happened to us are there for us to have. To own. To wear. To help others. To be there.
Unfortunately I feel like she has trivialized our friendship and our role in each others lives. Uhhh(sighing). Despite it.....I will never give up on her. Or any of the my friends past or present. Not even those that have wronged me. I am not like that. I am a human being with faults and if any one of them asked me for help I would do what I could. But things will never be 'the same' between us. And that makes me sad. Hell. I know it's not all about me. I know shit happens. I understand. But when you love someone unconditionally, you do what you have to do.
In the meantime, all I can do is move on. Reflect on the ever changing seasons in life. Celebrate through the sadness the ebb and flow of things like time and distance. Things come out, then wash back out. It's time to appreciate the memories and all that relationships teach. In constant hope that one day maybe sooner than later things will be different and we can greet each other changed with open arms ready to begin right where we left off.
After all, we never can tell what tomorrow will bring. And that is fine with me.
-V
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Almost isn't enough
I sometimes sit and contemplate what my life might or should be like. I've had so many dreams over the years about things I've wanted to do. I don't know what it is about me. I'll get the itch to do something and then get freaked out that I'll fail and make a fool out of myself so I just won't do it. I wish I had 'Beyonce's guts and motivation for example. I'd have gotten a lot done by now. I might even be a millionaire ! HA!
1) The first career choice I had was to be a librarian. This is going way back to when I was little. I loved to read and fell for the idea of having complete access to every book imaginable. Now, although I still enjoy reading don't have too much time for it, and when I do it tends to put me to sleep. HA!
2) Be a paleontologist/archeologist. I LOVED dinosaurs and anything to do with ancient Egypt. I dreamed about digging up dino bones or for ancient artifacts. Travelling around the globe was of course a huge plus. But that would have entailed going to college which will come up later in the list.
3) Being a singer. I know this is going to sound conceited. But I can sing. And being a singer was kind of always on my mind. I even recorded a song with a DJ company that I wrote. It never did anything because it was a DJ/club song and nothing more.
4) Moving to Florida and becoming an artist for Disney. I can also draw and I was seriously into Disney movies. So put 2 and 2 together.
5) Ironically, around the same time I dreamed about working for such a wholesome company such as Disney I briefly thought about becoming a stripper. I figured that would make me a whole lot of money which could pretty much buy me whatever I wanted. And I have always thought of myself as very self sufficient, resilient and independent. So this would have fit perfectly in my life at the time.
6) Being a Broadway performer. I remembered many times when living in NJ in my early 20's just a hair past my peak physical shape getting copies of the village voice and wanting to try out for a dance act of some sort. I have always been very good at paying attention to others abilities I loved. I was able to learn from that very quickly. Figure skating, roller figure skating. I thought I might do that and be able to live in the awesome metropolis that is NYC.
7) Pampered Chef. Yeah. I went and convinced Shawn that it was a great idea and a great opportunity to make money from home. So we spent the money to buy the kit which wasn't cheap and I realized it wasn't an independent venture. I would still have to answer to someone and realized very soon that I didn't know enough people to build any kind of following. I also get intimidated by the knowledge that so many other people are either doing the same thing or just different versions of the same thing.
Yeah.....I'm an over achiever I tell ya. HA!
1) The first career choice I had was to be a librarian. This is going way back to when I was little. I loved to read and fell for the idea of having complete access to every book imaginable. Now, although I still enjoy reading don't have too much time for it, and when I do it tends to put me to sleep. HA!
2) Be a paleontologist/archeologist. I LOVED dinosaurs and anything to do with ancient Egypt. I dreamed about digging up dino bones or for ancient artifacts. Travelling around the globe was of course a huge plus. But that would have entailed going to college which will come up later in the list.
3) Being a singer. I know this is going to sound conceited. But I can sing. And being a singer was kind of always on my mind. I even recorded a song with a DJ company that I wrote. It never did anything because it was a DJ/club song and nothing more.
4) Moving to Florida and becoming an artist for Disney. I can also draw and I was seriously into Disney movies. So put 2 and 2 together.
5) Ironically, around the same time I dreamed about working for such a wholesome company such as Disney I briefly thought about becoming a stripper. I figured that would make me a whole lot of money which could pretty much buy me whatever I wanted. And I have always thought of myself as very self sufficient, resilient and independent. So this would have fit perfectly in my life at the time.
6) Being a Broadway performer. I remembered many times when living in NJ in my early 20's just a hair past my peak physical shape getting copies of the village voice and wanting to try out for a dance act of some sort. I have always been very good at paying attention to others abilities I loved. I was able to learn from that very quickly. Figure skating, roller figure skating. I thought I might do that and be able to live in the awesome metropolis that is NYC.
7) Pampered Chef. Yeah. I went and convinced Shawn that it was a great idea and a great opportunity to make money from home. So we spent the money to buy the kit which wasn't cheap and I realized it wasn't an independent venture. I would still have to answer to someone and realized very soon that I didn't know enough people to build any kind of following. I also get intimidated by the knowledge that so many other people are either doing the same thing or just different versions of the same thing.
Yeah.....I'm an over achiever I tell ya. HA!
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Am I Ready?
So here we are 5 years in from having my first child. My baby girl Regan. She is far from a baby anymore. She can read some. Add on her own and just lost her first tooth a few weeks ago. I didn't think that happened until atleast another year or year and a half. She amazes me every day. My son is 3, and will be attending preschool in the fall also. And of course there is another tyrant Oh I mean BOY! on the way come August. :o)
But my 'little girl'. My first born. Will be graduating from Pre-K in a few short weeks.
A Long Long time ago (or so it seems) when I envisioned this time, I had an immense list of preconceived notions. About alot of things of course(don't we all?). But on this this topic, I kind of thought the whole 'graduation' from Pre-K was a bit silly. Not silly, but maybe not nearly as relevant as graduation from what I thought to be real school. I vaguely remember realizing that preschoolers wear caps and gowns (and of course not all schools do this) and would chuckle at how serious the whole thing was taken. I did think about the cuteness of it all . Like we'll get some really great pictures! But somehow I didn't process or maybe allow myself to process the emotional side of it. The reality that it's just another part of my baby growing up.
But now, here I am. About to watch her walk down that little proverbial preschool aisle. And call it pregnancy hormones, but every time I take her to school now and envision her in a cap and gown and me taking her pictures, I get a bit misty. I know that I will probably need a box of tissues when the day comes. And I think of how proud I am of her that she is so smart and so witty. Just the other day, she asked me why a Mom was crying on TV for something her kid was doing. So I explained to her that Moms do that when their children make great accomplishments. I admitted to her that I would probably cry at her graduation(s). At her wedding if she chooses to get married, if and when she has her babies, and any other endeavor she pursued and succeeded at. And she just leaned in and layed on my arm.
Speechless.
So I think about what a shmuck I was for thinking of her moving on from preschool as silly to begin with. After all, whether big or small, it's still a milestone. She isn't going to see alot of if any of the kids she's pretty much been friends with for the past 2 years. She was so upset about this at first proclaiming she wasn't going to show up the day of graduation. And something happened to her and she finally said 'I think I'm ready to go to Kindergarten'. Those were real emotions! This time will be something that she can be proud of when she is old enough to do so. So really, who am I to take that away from her with all those pesky preconceived notions?
In the Fall she'll be taking an actual school bus all on her own and going to what is the start of elementary school. I think my reaction on that first day will be the same as a commercial I saw. Which I will post at the end of this blog. In general a Dad is waiting for the bus with his little girl who is getting on it for the first time. At first she looks hesitant and kind of sad. And he follows the bus making sure to look at her every few minutes while driving. He then happily finds that she has made a friend instantly and is laughing and forgotten all about her fears. I only pray that my kids have that same happy beginning. In any case, this is my sweet girls beginning. The beginning of her doing things 'alone' and without me. The beginning of her building friendships, alliances, and of course the inevitable...enemies. So my question to myself is am I ready? Am I ready for the work load? The tears? The stress? And that's just for me. Then there will be her work load. Her tears. Her stress. She is very hard on herself. As was I. For those reading this with no children, or with your first child or even someone that hasn't entered this stage and having your own 'preconceived notions' trust me. Your time will come. And from what I hear, kids are starting to develop mentally, and emotionally at a much younger age than we did. So it's all uphill from here. Or is it.
The fact however remains, that it doesn't matter whether I'm ready or not. It's coming regardless. And the only thing I can do is embrace it. The only step I can take as her Mom is to be there for her. Teach, encourage, help when I am able and just appreciate every moment of her being so young and so awesome. Savor her ambition just to see me and experience everything along with her. Because she will be graduating from Elementary School, then Middle School, then High School before I can say Cap and Gown.
Here's the video. Try not to tear up too bad. And just for the record, I am not 'endorsing' subaru. Although I do own one. But it's solely a coincidence. :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UO6ztkW4ulw
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Division of Labor
So everyone that knows me is aware that that I am a stay at home mom. And like many stay at home moms I don't have 'my own' income. I depend on my husbands. And like some I have a limited amount of control when it comes to making financial decisions. I've attempted to change things up and thought well, I'll just sell some of my old stuff online to make a little extra money. That never happened. I even wasted $600 to buy the pampered chef kit a few years back, only to decide later on that it was not for me. I have pondered over babysitting others children but realized my own children wreck my house enough. Plus who wants to be responsible for someone elses child and risk something like injury or being sued? I've also thought about making things, as I am very crafty. But then how would I manage to do that with 2 kids who don't nap? I envision glue all over my walls and fake flowers trying to be washed out of their heads. So there's that. So I have moments where I feel a bit hopeless on the subject.
Now, my husband makes a great living. We have a very good life. But I find myself wanting more. I won't apologize for it. Because I don't mean more money or more tangible things. What I want is to feel productive in society. To learn new things. To meet people. To feel like I am contributing to our marriage financially. And more than anything else, more freedom to make my own decisions. To go places if I so choose. And yes, to buy something if I want. Or to get my nails done. To join a gym. To take a class in something. I think this is the struggle in majority of relationships and marriages. The constant consultations needed even for something as simple as going to the supermarket. Or getting a dog. Some won't agree. It just depends on who wears the pants in the relationship or marriage.
However, the conversation here isn't necessarily about who brings more money to the table. Although that plays a huge role in the division of labor. Because one is the earner and one is not. One might feel that because they earn and the other does not, they have a say as to how much they actually have to do outside of the job. So the question here is how, as a couple who have chosen to spend a life and have a family, distribute the labor? Whether that be the woman works also or stays at home with the kid(s). Or vice versa.
Some women would say that because I am at home for example, and my husband works, I can take care of everything in the house while he's out working. My stance is I don't agree. There are many things throughout the day that I don't get to because I am doing others or taking care of 'our' children. Not 'my' children. 'OUR' children. It takes 2 to create them, and if there are 2 present, there should be 2 people taking care of them.
But what happens when the division of labor is not equal? You start to feel unappreciated. Resentful. Maybe even depressed. It can be an emotional roller coaster. What happens when one is working, then going out to dinner with clients? Or business travel? What happens when the one parent is struggling with emotional issues and still has to shoulder all that extra work with zero time for themselves? I'm not saying that is or isn't the case at my house. But I will say that we both have days where we feel that one's doing more than the other. Or sometimes we don't mind doing more. Or less for that matter. Nothing is perfect. There is no perfect formula for this. I know you have to do what's right for you. But the question here is just because one person works, and the other is a stay at home parent, does that really mean that the working party gets a free pass with helping? There are some relationships that I have known of where the man has no job and the woman is working and taking on all the other responsibilities.
I read an article that stated that homes where both parties pitch in together have more arguments, and more strife. I attempted to find it, but to no avail. But it does exist, I assure you. In any case, I disagree. If I see my husband initiating help such as dishes, cleaning on the weekends, even taking care of the kids while I sleep in one day a week, I am very happy. There is a sense of feeling appreciated. Like he respects me for what I do and is nice enough to lend a hand because he knows how my job is just as much a full time job as his minus getting paid. And they definitely are most days. If you add up the amount of time in a day you take care of the kids exclusively and do nothing else, there really doesn't leave much time to do anything else. And the crazy thing is most stay at home parents, still on a good day, manage to cook, clean, do a load or 2 of laundry, do the dishes, and maybe even a few tidbits of chores here and there. If you have animals, it's essentially like having another child. So that only adds to it. We don't have set rules in my house. But should there be? Should there be a written agreement? I know this sounds hilarious, but far too many people out there allow themselves to be treated like hired help with no break whatsoever.
Now, I realize that back in the day I would have been burned at the stake for thinking and speaking the way I am now. And there are still many a woman out there who firmly sticks by the 'old' rules. But times have changed dramatically(thankfully) and we should all be 'equals'. I have no problems mowing the lawn or changing a tire given the knowledge to do so. I love mowing the lawn. And if my husband wants to stay at home for a week or a month to see what I do every day, so be it. I have no problem going to work, being a part of business meetings, and even travelling every so often. Hell, sounds like a vacation to me! ( I KNOW IT'S NOT!!! ) But it isn't going to happen. So it is my responsibility when I am feeling like I am overloaded to communicate that and hope it does not fall on deaf ears.
So tell me, what kind of situation do you have? How is the division of labor at your house? I am very curious to know. You go ahead and comment. I'll be over here eating bon bons with my feet up.
P.S. Here is a little article about the same topic from Babycenter.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
My 2 little teachers.
Here I am. Happy. Wow. Never thought I'd get here. Never even thought I'd say it out loud. Well I'm kind of 'writing' it though right? Hold on. (yelling, 'I'm Happy'! ) There. Now I said it out loud. But I am. It's been a rough few months. But I am more than grateful. A wonderful husband, beautiful house and 2 healthy wonderfully nutty children. I love those babies. I love them because they are mine. Because I held them inside and then was blessed enough to meet them from the start when they first saw light in this world. I love them more than I love myself. I would do just about anything for them. Provided it was legal. The fact is they are my life. Being a stay at home mom wasn't what I thought it would be. It still isn't, but I've come to realize that raising my kids is what I came here to accomplish. It was not an easy road. And my journey is far from over. It took me a while to accept. To fall in love with parenting. And I'm still not a huge fan most days. But I do love those kids. Because they teach me every day what life is all about. These are only examples of what lessons I've learned. Happy reading! :o)
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Compassion: They have unconditional compassion. All they understand is that a life is a life is a life. And my daughter although afraid of most bugs, genuinely wants to meet, hold and see what all the creatures are like and why they do everything that they do. This teaches me to be more compassionate not only to animals, but to my kids. It's hard sometimes when you get caught up in the daily grind to remember to put yourself in your kids shoes. But if you do, you'll realize quickly why they are frustrated, or angry or taking a tantrum. After all, Growing up is hard to do!
Affection: It seems simple, but boy is it not. You can get busier and busier with children, or your job. Or maybe stress has you feeling grumpy more often than you'd like. But I feel so blessed to know that I have those little vending machines of love at my disposal. This has taught me to love harder. You never know what life will bring you or take away. So you have to appreciate everyone in your life. I am going to embarass the crap out of these kids some day because I will never stop hugging or kissing them.
Imagination: There is nothing better than a child's imagination. My kids astound me at the things they come up with. My daughter is so inventive, and so smart so she always combines the two. And without fail comes up with the strangest and funniest things. This teaches me that just because I am an adult, doesn't mean I can't imagine too. I can chime right in and add to the silliness which is only going to make us all laugh. And lets face it, Laughter is The best medicine.
Patience: They surely don't have any. But they teach me every single day that in order to attempt to raise civilized, humble, loving human beings, I must bring all the patience I have to the table. Simply in hopes that my cards don't run out before the end of each and every game(day). It usually does, but no parent is perfect. We are all just on this crazy ride together. And at least that's encouraging.
Motivation: There isn't anything that can motivate you like having kids. Or maybe a 5 hr energy drink. Granted I need caffeine most mornings to get going to be functional. But the motivation I'm referring to here is to live. To see things. To go places. To be a part of society. To be a part of life. It might seem so simple to others, but I have depression from time to time. Things like getting up, taking a shower, brushing my teeth, and not projecting my b.s. onto my kids is an achievement some days. There are days I just want to crawl up in a ball and be left alone. But my kiddos have taught me that you can't live your life that way. And if you want your babies to have a happy, positive, fulfilling life, you have to get your ass up, dust yourself off, or whatever it is that you have to do and get your butt moving. They don't like sitting around doing nothing and who can blame them when there are so many wonderful things in life to experience and be a part of. So Lets Go!
Love: There is nothing more profound and priceless than the love of the your kids. And to think, it's freely given. No matter how bad a day you think you had. No matter how guilty you feel about a spat or yelling at them or punishment it's all out of love so you get nothing but love in return. Maybe it's not immediate. But it's always there regardless. And my kids have taught me that. That they will love me no matter what. And I will love them even more. They have taught me to be accepting as those who love me are accepting of me. I am FAR from perfect and I can't possibly expect anyone else to be.
So that's it. That's my list. I hope it makes you feel good. And I hope you like it. If not, well, I love you anyway! :o)
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