Lately, I’ve had plenty of moms go on about how their incubating daughters will not grow up to like pink or princesses. They rant on about how instead their girls will play with legos and not be doormats for men. They will raise strong and independent women.
Get the fuck outta here.
Here’s why I’m proud that my girls like pink and run around in tutus pretending to be princesses:
1. They like it.
End of list.
Liking pink and or princesses is not a defining factor for whether a young girl grows up to be a doctor or a stripper. Pink is a color for crying out loud. It’s adorable, fabulous, fierce, strong, it’s anything you make it to be.
Princesses are not all whiny spoiled babies. They’re polite, kind, generous, host kick ass tea parties, can shoot arrows, refuse to get married, they can be everything and anything they want.
You know what’s going to be the most important factor in your daughters upbringing? YOU.
You and you alone have the power and responsibility to encourage and raise your daughters to be strong, kind, happy, empathetic human beings who will do the right thing – Always. Whether they’re wearing pink or blue, playing with legos or barbies, whatever floats their boat just make sure they grow up loved and happy… and the rest? Let them paint their world in whatever color they choose.
Live, love, laugh and play princess with your kid.
My life is – Whiny kids, a whiny fiancé, constant cleaning, zero privacy, no sleep, cartoons 24/7, in short: I am a martyr. The, a person who undergoes severe or constant suffering, definition of it.
I bet you already know what I want for Mother’s Day.
That’s right, I’ll gladly give up the flowers, mimosas, and the company of the ones that bless me with so much happiness daily… All for a little rest. Sweet, sweet, ever fleeting rest. To pee in peace would be divine. To not hear MOOOOOOMMY every five seconds would be a dream come true.
I am tired. I’m only human. I need some space. So please, please go away and have fun while I sleep and drool in the beautiful silence of solitude.
But please come back soon, I only need an hour or two. No matter how much I complain, I always miss them at the end.
Ain’t that something?
In the beginning Mom created a schedule.
The children were rowdy however and Mom needed a break, and so Mom said, “Let there be light.”
And the TV was turned on and there was light . Mom saw that the light was good and she separated some time for this most lovely of activities.
Mom called the light a break and the darkness she called wine o clock. And so there was evening, and there was morning – the first day.
When I was young…
When I was growing up…
When I was little…
I wanted to.
Follow your heart, child.
While it still believes and has hopes and dreams, follow your heart.
The world can be a crazy place, full of tortured souls and folks trying to save face. Don’t let that stop you baby, always carry on.
It’s never too late. There’s always right now, and even though tomorrow isn’t guaranteed, hold on tight to your dream.
Reach for the stars, reach for the moon, reach for the reason…
P.S. That reason is you.
It’s been too long since I’ve sat down to write.
I’ve had no energy, no desire, no internal fire to get me going.
My youngest, Emma, had a severe allergic reaction to amoxicillin. You don’t know what it’s like to feel powerless until you’re holding your tiny, red, puffed up toddler in your arms and you hear her gasping for air. You don’t know fear until you’re on the phone with a 911 dispatcher while crying and shaking because your child’s eyes are rolling back and her face has turned completely pale. You don’t know despair until you’re sitting in an ambulance holding your child and just asking over and over if she’ll be ok.
The ER nightmare lasted almost 2 weeks. It started with a cold and escalated into a life threatening situation. No one slept, no one ate well, no one showered or was able to relax. It was a hard time. It made me realize how much I’ve taken for granted and how I need to be more thankful.
I spend too much time on my phone. I don’t play enough with my girls. I pick my fiance apart for little things. I neglect myself.
Well, December, to you I say – Good riddance.
Here’s to another year, another opportunity, another chance to take action. Please stop waiting – Time is unforgiving.
Live, laugh, love… Today and always.
3 days. In just 3 short, fleeting days my baby will be 7.
I can’t stress how much time really does fly. There are moments I missed that I’ll never get back. There are memories that were never made because something got in the way. There are a thousand things I regret and wish I could do over.
My dear sweet Lola,
At 6 your hands are still tiny. Your love is still pure. You fill the house with whys, what ifs, and wonder. Your eyes and laugh still sparkle with innocence. Your dreams are big and very within reach and any wrong doings against you are simply answered with forgiveness. You are my hero and the love of my life. You’ve taught me so much and make me strive to become a better mother and person every waking day.
I love you, sweet pea.
It’s not winter, yet. But it’s dark, and it’s cold, and outside everything is covered in piles of yellow.
There’s been rain, hail, promises of sleet and snow. The girls and I have been hermits for the past 2 weeks and it’s getting a little stir crazy up in this mother. Em has been insanely sick and I blame that on writing my Nothing post. Right after I hit publish she started coughing.
The coughing led to snot which led to mild fevers. The mild fevers turned into discomfort and major congestion. All the congestion led to horrible coughing attacks that ended up in my poor child red faced and choking. It was scary. I thought she had bronchitis or pneumonia or whooping cough – I was freakin’ out.
We ended up going to to ER (I am so thankful for Cooks and all the wonderful staff they have) and Em was diagnosed with an ear infection, upper respiratory infection, and pharyngitis. She’s on antibiotics for 10 days. My house is a disaster. My fiance and I are walking around in a zombie like state. Lo is tired and wants to go outside. It’s been tough.
My view from all windows is yellow. Beautiful, sorrowful yellow leaves hanging on to dear life or in piles on the floor. It’s days like this when I miss my days in CA. I miss going out in winter and being ok with a jacket and beanie. I miss not being trapped indoors. I miss random socializing with acquaintances and my fiance’s friends.
I miss having a life. It’s hard being out here without any kind of support. We really are all alone.
But what the hell? We have a house, a barely working car – but it works, clothes, and an improving financial state.
I am thankful for today.