Goodbye to the Busiest Year of My Life (so far)

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/2c8/78451374/files/2014/12/img_4924.jpgIn 2014

•I got married
•Bought my first home
•Had a child
•Changed jobs
•Traveled with a passport for the first time

2015 … I’ve got big plans for you! Can’t wait to see how the next 365 page story turns out!

The best gift I will ever receive

The best gift I will ever receive

As you scroll through the Rolodex of childhood memories, what is your favorite one?

Looking back on life as a child the one constant I could always remember was my dad and his music. My dad and his records. The days that held clear pictures in my memory as the best days and even the worst days there was music playing.

A few years ago, my dad unexpectedly passed away. As it always goes, crazy family members sadly claim things even before the person is gone sometimes. The only thing I ever wanted was my Dad’s music.

After the funeral I packed up as many boxes as I could with his dusty records and 8-tracks. I shipped them home [which cost more than the value of them] but the memories they gave me are invaluable … it was worth it. The records remained boxed and taped up in the back of my closet for a few years.

As I was doing my Christmas shopping this year, I came across this Fischer Price record player which I had as a child. I knew I HAD to get it for my son! I was ecstatic! I gave it to him Christmas Eve, considering he is only 9 months he didn’t quite get it so it was more for me I suppose. /home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/2c8/78451374/files/2015/01/img_5110.jpg

The next day, Christmas morning, my Husband and I gathered around the tree with or son and our coffee cups. This was our first Christmas as three! It was magical!

After watching our son tear through his gifts, my Husband handed me a box with a gift tag that read – To: Mama | From: Grayson. As I tore off the wrapping paper the box became visible, it was a record player!

I cried … hard … and for what felt like forever. My Husband just gave me the best Christmas gift I have EVER received! I ran to the closet that held my Dad’s records, ripped open the box, dusted one off and as I gently set the needle down on the vinyl, I cried, again./home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/2c8/78451374/files/2014/12/img_4901.jpg
I spent the next few days playing record after record. Each track bringing me back to when my Dad and I used to listen to them together.

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Be nice, I am a parent

Be nice, I am a parent

Eighteen months ago I found out I was going to be a mother, somewhere between then and just before my son was born, nine months ago, I joined a mommy support group online. A friend of mine that I grew up with suggested that I do so. At first I was very hesitant because (unfortunately) I know how women can be. Anywho, I joined the group and silently watched for a few days until I realized how great this could be. I was learning things I didn’t know I had questions to!

This group was really wonderful, it was full of women that loved talking about babies, breastfeeding, life, etc., and best of all loved helping one another. The one thing that really drew me to the group was the diversity of the women. Some believed in vaccinations while others did not, some believed in co-sleeping while others thought it was a horrific idea. Some exclusively breast-fed while others couldn’t. One thing that all these women had in common was they supported one another.

The one thing they/we all had in common was, they/we are all mothers!/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/2c8/78451374/files/2014/12/img_4867.jpg
There was a very unfortunate turn in the group recently that turned me off so bad that it caused me to leave. These women that once supported one another now became bullies, not all of them, but most of them. If one women didn’t like the other woman’s post they formed a pack and started attacking. At least this is how I felt when I read some of the posts and responses.

In one instance, I posted a question re: nine month sleep regression and tips and tricks to help my baby sleep better at night. One woman went as far as to tell me that I don’t feed my child enough and that not only should I be concerned but my doctor should be. I wasn’t mad, maybe I should’ve been, but I was hurt. The one thing I know for sure is I love my child, I take care of my child, and I feed my child enough. His thighs don’t lie, ha. Rather than getting defensive like I wanted to, I blocked the girl. Although she was gone the feeling that she left inside me wasn’t. A week later something very similar happened to another one of the women in the group and it rubbed me the wrong way.

Why were these women that were once so great now so awful?

Instead of sticking around to try to figure it out, I left. I didn’t announce myself or as they would call it “flouncing”. I do miss some of the women, I do miss some of the topics, I do miss that warm & fuzzy feeling of support – but what I don’t miss is the negativity.

Parents need each other’s support. Not a single one of us parent the same as the next, but the one thing that we all have in common is we love our children and we are parents. We need to know from each other that we are all doing a great job!

Tell your friends that they are doing a great job even if the way they parent isn’t the way you do. Shaming other parents is awful. It will never be okay, and there will never be a reason for it so be nice, love each other, and support each other. /home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/2c8/78451374/files/2014/12/img_4879.jpg

How do you end your day?

“What was the best part of your day?”

The simple question was brought to my attention after reading a man’s story about his wife’s battle with cancer. One thing he shared was that every single night no matter what their day looked like, they would ask each other “what was the best part of your day?” … I love this.

Last night my husband and I asked each other this wonderful question. I hope he and I will continue to for the rest of our forever.
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love more “like” less

I am writing this entry with frustration and hurt. I am getting how I feel off my chest with intention and also as a promise not only to myself but to every.single.person in my life …

Social media is very convenient, it is fun and can be extremely wonderful if and when used properly, used sparingly. With the good also comes the not so good – social media it is also dark, lonely and disappointing. Think about all of the “likes” you have ever given – think about all the “likes” you have received, now take a look at your incoming calls, texts and/or social life. Are those “likers” around? When was the last time the person that “liked” you, hugged you or even called you?

 This is my sad realization and the basis of this entry. My “likes” don’t show love. The people that are around the most aren’t around at all. This hurts – bad.

 “Liking” photos and posts on facebook and instagram does not make you involved in someone’s life, it just doesn’t. It shows that you saw something, yes but are you really involved? “Likes” don’t replace hugs – “likes” don’t substitute for a cup of coffee with a friend, “likes” don’t make you a better aunt, a number one fan or even a good sister, “likes” don’t show that you care … they just don’t.

This is my promise as I fight through the tears … from this point forward, I PROMISE to “like” less and love more. I hope my friends and family will join me with this promise.

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