Thursday, February 4, 2016

Throwback Thursday: Ballerina in the Hall

Facebook Memories make me happy. Every day I look forward to getting that reminder of a moment from the past that may have forgotten. 

Sometimes they are big moments - like anniversaries or holidays or milestones - but it's the little moments that pop up that make me the happiest. Moments like this day from 2010.


I had just gotten a new SLR camera and wanted to try it out. 

My oldest had just gotten a brand new ballet outfit and wanted to dance for us.

And littlest...well...she just wanted to be there. 









I'm so grateful to have been reminded of this moment in time. That they didn't just become photos lost in the memory storage on my computer. 

Way to go Facebook...


Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Wordless Wednesday: New Art

We have a new piece of artwork hanging in our kitchen and I am totally in love with it.

It's a one of a kind mixed media piece called "Monster Truck" and it's by a new and relatively unknown 6 - almost 7 - year old artist. I see big things for this girl.

And lots of new art for my walls...


Happy hump day!


Monday, February 1, 2016

Adios January!

When the sun comes out in the winter it's like a bit of happiness breaking through the gray gloom of the Pacific Northwest Winter.

That's exactly what happened this weekend - the sun came out after raining all day and the girls and I decided a walk on the dyke was just what the doctor ordered...





saying hello to our friend the crane...



Anytime we make it to the "stage" on our walk...a little dancing must be done.

obligatory mummy & girls selfie...

Adios January blues...we are one month closer to spring!


Sunday, January 31, 2016

Oh so true...

This quote came up in my Facebook feed a little while ago and when I read it I literally felt like I'd been punched in the chest. It hit home so hard.

At the time, I saved the link rather than hitting 'like' because I wasn't quite ready to admit this was how I felt when my husband and I separated.

But it is how I felt...how I still feel actually as we continue to repair the damage and see if we can fall in love with each other again.

Nothing in certain in life and I do choose to remain hopeful...but my god...this feeling. Well that will be the hardest thing to forget.




Thursday, January 28, 2016

Are we really the worst parents ever?

I've been reading a lot of articles lately about today's generation of parents and how we indulge our children too much, give them too many choices and too much control.

Many of these articles have awesome click bait headlines like "Are We the Worst Generation of Parents Ever?" and the like. And despite the sensationalist nature of the headlines, many of them also make a whole lot of sense and speak a crap load of truth.

I found myself nodding in agreement with many of the statements. And also feeling guilty of the failures I was clearly making as a parent. Like trying to hard to make sure my kids like me...

I've had the "can parents be friends with their kids?" conversation with many of my friends. And the conversations usually end with us all in agreement that we can't really be both friend and parent...but also that many of us are still trying really hard to make the impossible happen. What is lost in that quest is our level of authority as a parent. Our very important role as the rule setter, the boss, the one in charge...has been lost.

Russell Peters touched on this phenomenon in his latest Netflix stand up special "Notorious". Granted he was referring to "white parents" in the show but I've seen it cross over all ethnicities.

The joke was - and I'm totally paraphrasing here - about a mother asking her 5 year old son what he wants for dinner. She didn't give him any restrictions or parameters - "when you know what you want you tell me sweetie. I love you. kiss kiss kiss." Basically handing the kid all the control.

Peters jokes that the kid could have asked for a shoe for dinner and she would have said okay - that's how accommodating white parents are. While in his childhood experience he ate what dad wanted for dinner - every night, no exceptions, eat it or else. So which approach is the right one? Or are they both just a little bit extreme.

At our house there is only ever one dinner prepared and everyone eats it. No kids meals and adult meals - its all for one and one for all. Sounds like I've set good parameters right? Good ground rules?

Doesn't mean I don't still negotiate with my kids through the meal. Doesn't mean I haven't said - many a time - "just eat 5 more bites." or "okay, one more carrot and you're done."

And that certainly doesn't mean that my kids never get dessert unless they have finished every last lick of food on their plate. Often they win the dinner battles and I know I have exposed weakness. I know they have worn me down at the end of a busy work day. That they saw their opportunity and pounced.

Pick your battles right? But does picking our battles and letting our kids win sometimes really earned us the title of the "worst generation of parents EVER?"

My girls play soccer and they have one other creative class - acting for one and art for the other. 3 nights a week each for lessons. Am I over programming them? Or encouraging them to try new things - both athletic and creative?

I was happy when my oldest daughter said she wanted to get more serious about soccer and join a select team next year meaning more practices and more effort on all our parts. Am I putting too much pressure on her to succeed? Or supporting her desire to excel in her chosen activity.

I'm not ready to let my almost 10 year old walk the 4 minutes on super quiet side streets from school to our house on her own even though at her age I walked 15 minutes down a major street to get home.  Does that mean I'm too overprotective? Or just cautious?

My kids have chores that they are supposed to do regularly. They don't get allowance for doing them...and they don't always do them regularly. Am I being too easy on them by not making them do them every day?

I honestly don't know sometimes. Because there are days where I would give anything to not have any damn classes at all. And then other times where I watch my kids perform at acting or on the soccer field and I swell with pride at what they are able to do. So determined and successful at such a young age.

I pretty much had no programming in my childhood. I think I must have taken a few swimming lessons and I also remember going to Brownies but that's about it. And I don't think I turned out that bad.

Often I look at my girls and am struck by how well rounded they actually are. How when they play they still use their imagination - hell...they still have an imagination. And they are able to write stories and create art and play games and laugh. And then I see them at soccer practice working on new skills and trying them out. Focused and determined.

Parenting is a crap shoot. We do our best, we make our choices and we choose our battles. And all with the goal of raising our kids right and preparing them for the world.

The thing that puts a kink in that plan is the world we are preparing them for is not the same one we experienced when we left high school. And in knowing that we as parents find ourselves forced to change the game plan on the fly. To adjust our strategy and our trajectory.

And we do so with the hope that we manage to stay just enough on target for both their sakes and ours.

Are we the worst generation of parents ever? Maybe. But I suspect that many of the follies that have earned us the label of "worst" have come from a place of love for our children, concern about doing what's right by them and also - a shit load of articles that make us think we're doing this parenting thing all wrong.

Ultimately the only judge that matters is your own kid.

Ask them if you suck at being their parent. But be prepared for the answer. Because if there is one thing you can count on your kids for...it's brutal honesty.


Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Words of Wisdom: Kicking off 2016

Can't think of a better way to start off 2016 but with a couple of kick-ass quotes.






And finally...a little humour...


Because really...who doesn't want to be a Fruit Loop?

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Saturdays at the Park

Saturdays are soccer day in our house.Little one has soccer first...in the gym...and then after a quick bite of lunch we rush off to big sister's game outside.

When you're 6 it's hard to sit for an hour and watch the big kids play soccer...she can usually manage half the game if I bring snacks.

So the other half of the game we hit up the park and see what kind of fun we can get into.  I'm starting to really look forward to these moments with her. When we talk about our days and our dreams and our hopes.

She's funny and sweet and a little crazy. And she's all mine.


 






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