Baby It’s Cold Outside

Winter has arrived. At least in New England it has. My days of escaping the frigidity by spending winters in the Caribbean or Florida are over. At least for now. And I’m ok with that. My husband has armed me with sets of cuddlduds (fancy long underwear), fuzzy slippers, cute winter hats, and high strength moisturizing balms. I’m all set.

I packed the Christmas decorations away yesterday (yeah, I keep them up for a while. I’m like that). I am seeking out indoor activities for little O, as well as suiting him up in some super warm winter wear so we can be outside for as long as possible. We found an amazing gymnastics school that does an open gym session for an hour on Wednesday mornings. What a wonderful thing! If you are looking for something for your toddler to do to burn some of that crazy energy….check in your area. I bet there is something like it near you. Even a local YMCA may have a similar program.

My point is, I’m thinking that hibernating for the winter with a toddler may be a whole different animal than adult hibernation. Let’s face it, I was never very good at the adult version. My strategy was to run to a warmer climate. But now, I’m actually looking forward to the snow! Boy, how motherhood changes you! I truly can’t wait to see O’s excitement for the snow. I can’t wait to pull him up and down the driveway in a little sled and to watch him play in the white powder. I know, I’m romanticing the whole scenario. There will also be wet cold hands, crying, and 6 am snow clearing. I’m aware. Yet, I still look forward. It’s like giving birth has released a euphoric hormone into my brain….and despite the harsh cold realities of the winter freeze, I am still excited and, dare I say, giddy about winter. Anyone who knows me is wondering what the zombies did with me. I’m telling you, to coin a lyric from the musical Wicked, “I have been changed for good.”

I am sure I am like a broken record about Gratitude. It’s very “Oprah-esque,” I know. It has truly become habit for me. There was a time when I had to work hard at being grateful. It was a challenge to wrap my head around finding the positives. Yet, in hind sight, they were all around me. It’s not just since the birth of O that there is wonder surrounding me. My life has been blessed from the start. I just didn’t always see it. Part of it is my maturing emotionally. Part of it is my whole heartedly believing in the practice of gratitude. The rest is part of my brain coming to life. That’s actually a real thing in regards to motherhood. Check it out.

The more positive I become, the less room I have for negatives. My mind literally switches them off. It’s not automatic yet for me. I have to make the choice to stop listening. I want to live in Happiness. I want more Joy. I want Calm and Peace wrapping around me like a cozy blanket. I’m sure I seem very Polyanna to a naysayer. So be it. I didn’t understand the super power of gratitude, either. What’s the saying? The secret to having it all…. is believing that you do. Perspective is everything!

So let the Winter have its due. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! Let the weather be frightful. My heart is warm and bursting. Just at this moment I am snuggling up to a hot cup of apple cinnamon tea and polishing up my rose colored glasses. Winters up here can last through March!

Until next time, keep fighting the good fight, keep warm, and remember, behind every great kid is a mom who is pretty sure she is screwing it up! Thanks for reading! Xo

Happy New Year Mommy

As the end of each year inches closer and closer, we often read reviews of the events of the past 365 days. Highlights, downers, newsmakers, etc. This morning I was reading the Skimm’s year in review. I enjoy the Skimm. If you aren’t familiar, take a peek. These two women have really made taking in the world news more of a pleasure for this mommy. Cause let’s face it, the nightly news is depressing to say the least, and who has time for that level of negativity? Not this chicka.

As 2015 comes to a close, what was your year in review? Have you thought about it? Have you taken stock? It’s funny, because there have certainly been negatives and hardships along the path. But the only things that truly resonate within me are all the joys. It has been a year of absolute wonder. And I have my beautiful son and my steady husband to thank for that.

I have to wonder if it is because I am older, that I am truly able to appreciate this time in my life. I know this is a common theme of mine. But the question seems to always come up in me. Is my happiness attributed to the birth of my son? Does it have to do with where I am in my life and what I finally believe I deserve? Perhaps it is a combination of things. Certainly, above all else, it has to do with gratitude. I am abundantly thankful, and, in turn, I am abundantly happy. I am absolutely certain there is a direct correlation between happiness and gratitude.

So as 2016 begins, I am going to keep accentuating the positive. All the world’s problems will still be there. We will no doubt be kicked in the gut again with some senseless shooting somewhere in our country’s backyard. We will have a year of crazy political rallies and far too much media coverage of a certain bigoted candidate with a shameful comb-over and even more shameful rhetoric. The world will continue to fear and fight terrorism and the climate will continue to change. What can we actually control? What can our tangible contribution be (beyond getting out and VOTING)? We can choose to be happy. We can pass that gift on to our children. We can show them by example of how to live in gratitude and positivity. That’s my resolution. And I think it’s the only way to defend our souls from the year….hell, from the decades ahead. So happy new year, Mommy. HAPPY new year!

Until next time, keep fighting the good fight and remember, behind every great kid is a mother who is pretty sure she is messing it up. Xo

P.S. I Can’t Do It All

As if I needed to declare this. As if I assumed you thought otherwise….Nope. It is most official. I CANNOT do it all. There are some things better left to others….anyone else, to be frank. I have experienced an epic fail today in my quest for home improvement/beautification. It is an important lesson I have learned. Me, drills and drywall don’t mix. I should stay far far away from anything having to do with said drywall. In my effort to surprise my husband by hanging a hand towel rack in our newly renovated master bath, I have created a bigger headache for him than having to install it in the first place. I know he hates hanging things, especially towel racks, etc. I thought, “how hard could it be?” Well, apparently for me, it’s pretty freakin hard. There is now a hole the size of a small coin and a drywall anchor that has pushed through the wall with the screw still attached….what a mess. I have given up trying to rectify the situation, as every time I attempt, the problem (and hole) gets bigger. Oye.

If there is one thing that really irks me, it’s when I can’t do something. I’m now feeling like a total failure. If I had potato chips I’d be chomping on the big bag trying to crunch out my frustrations. Instead, I downed 2 Oreos. So not the same. As I begin to come to my senses and get over myself, I wipe the crumbs from my face and realize there is another lesson to be learned here beyond staying away from drills and drywall.

Perhaps we are not meant to be able to do everything. If you think about it, isn’t that how the best partnerships are born? People who complement each other in their talents and skills. Well, that’s my husband. He’s the ying to my yang…or the yang to my ying…either way, you get what I’m saying. We are so opposite in so many ways….but yet we are aligned perfectly when it comes to important things like love and family.

Maybe it’s ok that I don’t possess the strength and skills to use a power drill effectively. Because he’s pretty great at it. I think it’s good that I have patience for the tedious projects in the house (like painting the woodwork) because he doesn’t. I have no doubt there is some woman out there who is able to put a drywall anchor and screw in just fine. Power to her! It’s just not me. So perhaps I’m blowing smoke up my own tush, trying to make myself feel better for my failure. Maybe I’m the only woman on earth who can’t seem to handle this seemingly easy task. Whatever the case may be, I like being the ying to his yang. I like compromising. I like meeting him half way. I like knowing there are things he can do better than me. And in turn, there are things I do better than him. I like being part of a partnership. I like keeping each other in line. I like being accountable to someone else. Who’d have thunk?

So there you have it. My epic fail has evolved into a revelation of gratitude. My craving for chips has passed. Until next time, keep fighting the good fight and remember, behind every great kid is a mom who is pretty sure she is screwing it up. Xo

Flying Solo

I am sitting in the airport awaiting my flight to West Palm Beach. I am flying solo. That isn’t just a cute quip. I am actually by myself. No husband. No child. They are staying home, having a boys weekend, holding the fort down. I will be readying my house in Florida for my snowbird renter. A quick jaunt, but I’ll be away, nonetheless. I don’t know why I feel the need to give you the details of why I am going. Maybe I don’t want you to think I’m leaving my child for a wild girl’s get away or an “all about me” spa weekend. Although, I wouldn’t judge you if YOU went away for a little fun in the sun or some R&R. I’d probably be jealous. Ha. I know I’d be jealous. Always digressing.

The reason I am sharing this with you, is because this is significant for me. It will be the first time I will spend a night (let alone two nights) away from my O. I have been with him everyday and every night since the day he was born. I understood that I would be away from him when I made these arrangements. At times, I even looked forward to the little “break.” But the moment I had to walk away from him was harder than I expected. I’m just being honest. I’d like to say I walked away with the wind in my hair and the smell of freedom calling me. But instead, I felt like I was leaving a chunk of my own heart in New England. Say it….”Get a life, Mary!” Well, for 18 months and 4 days, he has been our life. Perhaps I am more of a Mommy than I realized.

It’s funny, because I keep telling my husband that I am ready to leave O with Grammy and be whisked away to Puerto Rico or some un-named island in the Caribbean at a moment’s notice. He is the one that is skeptical of leaving O overnight anywhere. He feels he is too young still for that. I tell him I would have no problem leaving O in her quite capable hands for a little weekend (or more) holiday with my husband. But, now I wonder……is that the truth? Could I stand being away from him for that long? Well, I guess I will see how I do first with two nights.

It’s not like I am worried about O. I am sure he will be quite happy to have Daddy take over the reigns of his day. My beloved is MORE than capable. He is truly Daddy of the Year. He will be silly and say things like, “I don’t know where his clothes are.” Or, ” I don’t know what he eats for lunch!” But the truth is, he can take care of O just as well (or better) than I can. Yes, haters…my husband is amazing in all ways. Suck on that.

My trip has only begun and I am missing both my boys something fierce. Logically, I know it’s a quick and necessary trip. I’ll be home before I know it. I was telling my husband on the way to the airport, that it’s actually good for me to go away on my own. It’s important for me to re-visit my independence every now and then. I truly believe that. It was a huge part of who I was before O. And I’m sure it will be again, when he is a bit older. But the pang in my heart when I left them still shocked me. After a life of travel and adventures, home is where I want to be. It is who I am now. It is my happy place. And boy, do I feel lucky to say that.

Until next time, keep fighting the good fight, and remember, behind every great kid is a mom who is pretty sure she is screwing it up. Thanks for reading! Xo

It Is What It Is

Well, I don’t know about you, but this holiday weekend has left me completely wiped out. We hosted Thanksgiving dinner for 10 people and a dog, had my parents visiting with us all week, and had our bathroom remodel project commence. Well, just about. There are a few things the contractors still need to attend to. Getting them back here is going to be a headache for sure. Ugh. I am digressing, as usual. Suffice it to say, I’d like to take a long long bath in our new tub. That’s a great idea.

Of course, all the happenings I just listed were all fraught with bumps and hiccups. Isn’t everything? I kept the phrase, “It is what it is,” going around in my head like a mantra. Cause it’s just the truth. Nothing turns out like you wish it to. You can plan your Thanksgiving dinner for 4pm, but, if you are us, it’s more like 6pm. You can try your hardest to please people, but, if you are me, you usually wind up disappointed at the response. And you can expect a certain level of workmanship from a craftsman, but if you are a perfectionist like me, their work most likely will come up short. I sound like I’m whining. I’m really not. It’s just an exhausted response…but in my heart of hearts I know it is what it is.

The same goes for our project sibling. No success with conception to date. While the “trying” is fun, it’s also exhausting. After two months of no bun in the oven, I am getting the feeling that it may just not happen. I promised myself I would be ok with it. But, of course, I feel the pang of disappointment, even if I am keeping it in check. I think it’s harder to see the look of disappointment on my husband’s face. It’s was so easy last time, I think he thought it would happen just as quickly the second time around. But I know that my body is 2 years older than the last time. I can feel the difference in my body, though no one might be able to see it. Do any of you gals in your 40’s or higher know what I’m talking about? It’s so strange. It’s like aging starts to accelerate from within. It’s totally weird. So I truly leave it up to God and the Universe. It is what it is. And it will be what it will be.

I find the lack of my ability to control the outcome oddly comforting. I’m glad it’s not up to me. I get to sit back and wait and see what happens. I get to have Faith. I get to Trust in something greater than myself. I get to say, “It is what it is” and mean it. And I am reminded everyday that I am not pregnant, I am so so lucky to have the beautiful child I do have.

Until next time, enjoy your left overs and remember, behind every great kid is a mom who is pretty sure she is messing it up. I’m going to soak in a hot tub with a glass of Pinot Noir. Thanks so much for reading xo.

What To Tell Our Children About The World

With recent events in Paris, Beirut and Africa, not to mention bombs taking down planes and ISIS filling the headlines, it is a fact that the world has become a scary place. That’s putting it mildly. It made me think about what we will tell O about the world we brought him into. Will we shield him? Will we tell him the truth, as tough as it may be? What we tell him and how we tell him things will help shape who he becomes.

I think honesty is the best policy. But what about omitting information to protect your child? Is that lying? I certainly don’t want him growing up being ignorant of the world and its ways. But I also don’t want to scare him. The idea of suicide bombers is hard to swallow for an adult, let alone a child. So what do we do? I guess it’s a pretty personal decision for parents. My husband is in favor of honesty all the way….I like to say “gentle honesty.”

I know some people who didn’t tell their children about 9/11. Or about the Sandy Hook School shootings. How you keep something like either of those things from your kid is beyond me. I mean logistically. The stories were everywhere. Not just TV. You’d have to live under a rock not to notice the outpouring of emotion. And then what happens when the kids whose parents did have a conversation with them, start explaining it to other children? Your child gets the version as understood by little Johnny from down the street.

I guess like everything, we should approach it with thought and balance. I suppose it isn’t necessary to have a conversation with O about such things until he reaches school age. Or before, if he starts inquiring for himself. And I suppose we should gently pour the truth out in terms and in quantities appropriate for his age. But there are certainly things I want him to be afraid of…like strange men in vans who have puppies and lollipops. Damn straight. Stranger Danger is for real and a whole other post…but something to certainly discuss way before school age.

Ugh! The world can be a horrible place with such evil lurking in it. How do we make him aware of it without making him completely fearful or worse, completely cynical. The world is filled with such disenchantment. Such wild disenchantment. I believe that is a big part of where much evil is born. So how do we keep his innocence and naïveté while educating him about the world? Seems an impossible task. Unless the key is to also fill him with hope. To teach him respect and trust. To show him the magic that exists in our every day. To let him know that even though bad things can happen, miracles happen, as well. To fill him with kindness, faith and possibilities, while we balance it all out with doses of some tough realities.

This parenting thing is not for the faint of heart. I suppose if we let ourselves become consumed with the terrors that exist we would never procreate. And the evil that exists would win. I certainly don’t want that kind of world for O. It is with a heavy heart for this world that I wish you a blessed Thanksgiving. May you be especially thankful for the loved ones you call Family and may your heart continue to hold hope in it.

Until next time, this emotional mommy is going to have a good cry and say some extra prayers. And remember, behind every great kid is a mom who is pretty sure she is screwing it up. Thank you so much for reading. Xo

40 Blissful Minutes

I am the first one to say I don’t know how to relax. I am always “doing” something. Shamefully, I admit, I sometimes tackle not just two, but three or four projects at a time. Like at the same time. Not the best strategy always, but I usually have a lot of pots on the stove, so to speak. Yesterday was no exception.

It was around 2:15pm. Smack in the middle of O’s nap time. I was finishing up a project I was working on for Christmas and starting to make a new Chicken Bratwurst recipe with a warm kartoffelsalat for the side. The contractor who is renovating our bathrooms shows up to do a faucet install. I figured O would most likely sleep through any noise, as he should have been deeply down by this point in time. Boy, was I wrong. One creek up the staircase and O was UP with all capitals and a very loud whine. Our very observant contractor points out, “Hey, the baby’s crying.” Really? Huh….Gee, I didn’t hear the ear piercing cry….thanks for letting me know. I didn’t say that….what I said was, “yeah.”

I went into O’s room. He had only slept for an hour. There was no way he was ready to actually get up. I kept the light off and picked him up out of his crib and went to the rocker. The whole weight of his body draped over my shoulder. I sat down and started to gently rock and sing to him. What happened next was such a great gift and it truly brought joyful tears to my eyes. O fell asleep in my arms. Now you might think, big deal. But my O hasn’t slept in my arms for any real length of time since he was an infant. This was 40 minutes of absolute angelic bliss. A couple times he stirred only to look up at me with the purest love in his eyes only to then fall back asleep. It was heaven on earth.

I wish that 40 minutes could have gone on and on. I would have left every project and pot to boil over. Nothing mattered to me in that moment, but THAT moment. What a lesson in simply being there. It is a lesson I needed refreshing in, especially lately. I let myself become crazed with tasks again. I feel foolish and well, exhausted. Time to take it easy again. Oh my little O is the best teacher!

The only hard thing to swallow about my blissful 40 minutes was that when those times were a regular occurrence, when O was a newborn, I feel like I didn’t enjoy them. At least not the way I would have had I not had the post partum blues. It made me sad to think I missed a lot of that time. I just couldn’t get my head on straight then. I won’t beat myself up about it anymore. It is what it is. And I thank God I got through it. But I can’t pretend I didn’t miss some really special moments. I guess I should be grateful that I got to fully savor something so wonderful now. And I am……so grateful.

Until next time, keep fighting the good fight and remember behind every great kid is a mom who is pretty sure she is messing it up. Thanks for reading! Xo

The Other Shoe

My little O has an issue with shoes. He doesn’t like to keep them on. At the moment, he only has one pair. Imagine my quandary when one goes missing while we are out and about. Give me strength.

Today’s case was perhaps the most dramatic and maybe the most ironic. We were at the mall where I JUST purchased for my shoeless Joe, a pair of snow boots and an upsize pair of sneakers that light up. (So fun!). I figured I should buy a pair of sneakers that he will be in after the winter…as he still fits into his only pair and it was a buy one get one half off sale. I digress, as usual. We made our purchase, went to the disappointing play area, we made a diaper change which included an elevator trip, and browsed in a couple stores for Mommy. It was nearing lunch time, so I figured it was time to get out of Dodge. We got out to the car and I got him out of the stroller, into his car seat and saw he only had one shoe on. !!!!! What the?! I looked around, it was nowhere. I put him back in the stroller, threw my diaper bag in the car, cause who needs to lug THAT around longer than necessary, and headed back into Macy’s. I retraced my steps. That included going back in the elevator. Going through the stores which are all the way on the other side of the mall. 3/4 way through retracing my steps I decided, “screw it!” I may have actually said that out loud. Yes, in fact, I did say it out loud. To no one in particular, just the shoe Gods in general, apparently. I was sweating by this point. And due to the fact that I switched from my antiperspirant/deodorant to JUST deodorant due to the request from my husband and his concern for my getting early onset Alzheimer’s…I absolutely stunk. I was not a happy camper.

We headed back to the parking lot where the mystery began. I figured, “oh well, I’ll double up his socks in his new sneakers and hope he can walk correctly in them.” We get to the car, and I see something tan resembling his little boat shoe way under the car….hidden by the wheel, in fact. I’m happy to see the shoe. But I’m also pissed at the shoe, because I can’t get pissed at an 18 month old. Completely irrational, I know.

Mind you, this was all after an early morning Doctor appointment for me, at which O decided to react as if it HIS appointment. Crying inconsolably and hanging on me pretty much the entire time. I was the one getting the flu shot kid! It was not my best day. I say this because I have been accused of pooping rainbows. Let me tell you, some days are rough. Sometimes I want to put him down for a nap and drown my sorrows in a bowl of chips and double Downton Abbey episodes. (God, that sounds good!). The point is, I have bad days. I have really sucky days. And I have days that are awesome. It’s all part of the territory, I suppose. Sort of like poop on your hands. Some days your just gonna get poop on your hands and that’s all there is to it. You just wash up real good and take a deep cleansing breath….pun totally intended.

So what have I learned from this? I’m not really sure to tell you the truth. Maybe I should have more than one pair of shoes for O? Maybe I should watch more closely to see if we leave a trail when out and about? Maybe it’s just that some days are better than others. The only thing I am sure of is that no matter what, I’m still the luckiest chick I know.

Until next time, keep fighting the good fight and remember behind every great kid is a mom who is pretty sure she is screwing it up. Xo

SAHM ISO BFF

SAHM ISO BFF : Stay At Home Mom In Search Of Best Friend Forever! Well, that’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? But imagine if it was that easy to put it out there and meet other moms and actually become great friends!

I’ve written before about the loneliness of motherhood. I imagine it is something many stay at home moms deal with at one time or another. Living several hours away from my family (with the exception of my mother in law, thank god!) proves to make me lonelier than most, I suspect. Especially with my personality. Most people assume that because I am a performer, I am an extrovert. But that is not the case. I have a very hard time making friends. And ever since I have had O, I wonder if I am in jeopardy of losing the ones I do have due to lack of contact.

It isn’t for lack of interest in my friends. Thanks to Facebook I can at least see what they are up to. I constantly cheer them on, unbeknownst to them, nestled away in my New England haven. I smile for them. I laugh with them. I even cry for them. But we all know Facebook is not real life. The contact is “virtual.” It certainly doesn’t leave you feeling like you spent the afternoon with a good girlfriend. I remember that feeling. I would feel inspired. Invigorated. Like I could take on the world. Nothing inspires your confidence like time spent with a bestie.

These days I am in toddler world. From the moment O is awake to the moment he goes down for a nap he consumes my energy. Once he wakes up it starts again until he is down for the night. I’m not complaining. I’m not looking for sympathy. It is simply the way it is. He constantly requires my focus. If I’m not reading to him or feeding him or playing with him, my attention is on where he is and is he burning the house down? or is he sticking his tongue in a socket? Even giving him his “alone time” to explore and play on his own, takes my focus. It’s not about hovering. It’s about the fact that I can’t abandon all thoughts of him to focus on JUST me. By the time his nap time comes I just want to shut off for a bit. I use that time to take care of business, if I need to. But mostly I use it to take some down time. I use it to do something cathartic for me. I want to piddle in the garden. I want to work on my latest DIY project for the house. Whatever it is, the last thing I really want to do is talk on the phone. I mean no offense to any of my friends. Most of them are working at that time anyway. And several of them are on the West Coast, so the time difference is impossible. When I can chat, it’s either 5 am their time, or 9pm my time and I’m already in bed. Oh the glamorous life I lead!

I guess if I could say something to each wonderful friend I have it would be this: I miss you deeply and love you dearly. Although you are not in my everyday life at this point, you are warmly in my thoughts and are absolutely part of the person I am today. Though it may seem like I am a totally different person….I am not. I’m still me. I’m just a Mom now, in addition to all the other crazy hats I wear. Please don’t think because I have a child now I don’t care to be friends with you. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with you? If you are a friend of mine, I must tell you, you are a pretty special person. I don’t take that for granted. Wonderful people are not a dime a dozen. It’s just that sometimes life (or in this case, a toddler) gets in the way. Forgive me. I WILL return to the land of the liberated. It’s just gonna take a few years.

Until then, keep fighting the good fight and remember, behind every great kid is a mom who is pretty sure she is messing it up. Thanks for reading! Xo

Taming Your Demons With Chips

This week’s post isn’t about having a child. It isn’t about being a new mom of advanced maternal age. It is simply a rebuttal, fused with some humor and what I believe is truth. I don’t want you to think that I live a charmed life….although I think I do. I don’t want haters and such people writing nasty comments on my blog…..although there have been several. I want you to know my life is no grander and no worse than anyone’s. I just happen to think I’m the luckiest chick in the world. I know and accept the saying…”haters gonna hate.” I figured writing a blog would make me a target for criticism or worse. I kind of hoped just for the criticism, but hey, we can’t pick and choose. Even my self deprecating humor has come hit me in the face like a dirty mud pie. It’s all part of the territory.

The reason I say all of this is because people usually write and say nasty things because they feel something is lacking in their own life. Something is making that person unhappy…so let’s just project it outward onto anyone and anything. Well, I’d like to offer up an alternative to those folks dealing with their negative demons. It’s something I do to keep my crazy at bay. Instead of indulging in nasty and unattractive behavior, may I suggest indulging in a bowl of extra crunchy kettle cooked potato chips. Preferably the ones made without additives. Just good honest super crunchy potato chips. (Trader Joes makes a superb chip).

You see, there is something truly satisfying about the crunch….the salt…the rote mechanics of putting your hand to your mouth. Who ever thought you could get lost in a chip?….But I tell you, it’s possible. By bowl’s end you will find savory satisfaction. You will find yourself fulfilled. By bowl’s end you won’t feel like being a hater. You won’t be as stressed. It’s my m.o. for unwinding. Unhappy readers should try it.

There is a saying that goes like this. “You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there still is going to be somebody who doesn’t like peaches.” I’m sure I’ll catch hell fire for that. Someone will assume I think I’m the juicy peach. Oh Please. Meryl Streep said it perfectly when she made this statement:

“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me.”

Well amen to that. If you disagree with something I write, by all means speak up and comment. Respectful alternative viewpoints and conversations are healthy. Nasty comments are not. They honestly say more about the critic than they do about the subject. So here’s another tactic. Just don’t read my blog. If something insenses you to the point of ugly unglued behavior, don’t read it. And if you simply hate me because my life is so wonderful, well, then perhaps a shift in your perspective on your own life is in order. Our lives are what we make of them..or what we believe them to be. Perspective is everything. From where I’m sitting, I’m the luckiest chick I know and the chips are extra crunchy.

Until next time, keep fighting the good fight and remember behind every great kid is a mom who is sure she is messing it up. As always, thanks for reading! Xo

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