I’ve taken a few hits in my days, and in my younger years, I cared way too much about what others thought of me. These days, I’m not so concerned about others’ thoughts. What mom has the extra worry space for something like that? As a result, I’d say I have a rather healthy self-esteem. I’m pretty awesome, really. I know this. I feel this. And then walks in my precious daughter, the love of my life, my very reason for existing.
Nurture Her Nature
Poor Barbie has a bad rap. Forever stuck in the gender inequality wars, she is never recognized for the good things that she does. The blond hair, boobs, hips, and skinny pink dresses always seem to get all of the attention. I have to admit they used to cloud my judgment of her as well. When a friend gave us a mountain of Barbie movies, I thought I had received a subtle hint that our friendship was nearing its end, but when my girls dove into them and kept them on repeat from morning to night, I started to realize that this girl is not someone to be feared. She is a role model. Really, isn’t being taken seriously as a female no matter what you look like at the heart of feminism and gender issues? A handful of poor wardrobe choices aside, if my daughter turned out just like Barbie, I would be one proud mom. The girl has a lot going for her. (more…)
I love lists. I love folders. I love planners. These things make me feel successful in life. Unfortunately, they don’t always come together as easily and consistently as I’d like, and I’ve found that a lot of my old systems of doing daily business aren’t as efficient as I once thought. (You should see Ali roll her eyes when I talk about my system of bill paying and cross-checking.) As I recently made a major life change in order to spend more time with my daughter, it feels foolish to continue to spend inordinate amounts of time with paper when I could simply join the twenty-first century and use my smartphone. I’ve done my research, and I have to admit that I became more than excited when I discovered what is possible at my fingertips. I hope you find some gems in here that will free you up to spend more time enjoying the things and people you love. Without further ado, here come the apps!
It’s 5 am when the alarm clock rings. I grab my phone and stare at the alarm, hoping that the light and sound will help wake me. Begrudgingly, I make my way to the bathroom. There is serious work to be done, and I need to prepare myself. I look into the mirror and repeat: You can do this. Then with more force: You’ve got this. And with even more force: You. Are. Mom. (more…)
It is so easy and wonderful to get caught up in the chaos of Christmas. So many presents to give, so many places to go, so many foods to eat, so many lights to see. I love this holiday on my own, but Story’s excitement in going to my parents’ house and spending time with her grandparents and aunts is contagious. As a child, the wonder of Christmas could sustain me for weeks, long after the decorations came down and the candy was gone. Now, as an adult, the aftermath is an immediate letdown. The decorations come down, the pine needles are vacuumed up, and work and regular life take over again.
It is two days after Christmas, and this morning, I had already begun to create the post-holiday to-do list in my mind. We had one more get-together to attend, and then, as much as I hated it, I had to seriously think about getting back to work. My dad’s family doesn’t gather often, usually only once a year, if schedules allow. This year, we met for dinner and good conversation. It’s always nice to see them. We aren’t what you would call close, but we all genuinely like each other and are interested in each other’s lives, so it is always a pleasant experience.
This year was different.