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A Mother’s Guilt

Guilty.

I admit it… I have “terrible mother’s syndrome” written all over my face.  I don’t like wasting money on birthday parties for children.  Not only do I not like wasting my money on them, I don’t like making other people have to waste money on gifts that my “picky” children probably won’t like for more than a minute following opening them…

I am not sure my daughters even remember what they get on their birthdays since I hide carefully put away some of their presents for a future date when they get tired of their current box o’ toys, and they “believe” the new present is really brand new…

So… in great “Mother’s guilt” fashion, I decided to start offering the “ultimate” gift… a hundred-dollar bill.  My reasoning is this:

  1. It takes zero time to prepare or plan.
  2. It gives me a reason to go shopping.
  3. I am hoping they will start saving a bit of their money.
  4. They will buy themselves things they genuinely like.
  5. Did I mention I don’t have to plan a party?

Julia was the first to take the offer (smart girl)!  She opted for money instead of a party.  Her one request was to make a random day her family party day.  The random day happened to be this past weekend.  Julia wanted to paint pottery for her mini birthday, so off to pottery painting we went.  Both girls decided to paint similar pieces.  Talia chose a burger bank, Julia a puppy bank.  I think I have an idea what the next few birthday “non-parties” might be like.

1 Win For Mom = √

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A Mother’s Wish

“I want my daughters to spread their wings and fly to places I didn’t have the courage to.”

It took me years to find the courage to find myself.  Years lost.  Photographing my daughters during quiet times throughout the day remind me about how much more I want for them in life, and how much I want them to blossom on their own… not the way I expect them to.  I am here to guide them, not to shape them.  My girls make me smile, cry, and love more deeply than I ever imagined I could.  I want to do the same for them.

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Playing with Photoshop
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*All photographs were taken with my SonyNex

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Theresa Giudice Tricked Me

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Technology Combined With Theresa Giudice Tricked Me This Evening… Now That’s An Oxymoron if you ask me!

My laptop and I were fueled and ready for an intense night of writing. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. My laptop decided to play a trick on me.

Although rarely a tv watcher, I do have a slight affinity for all The Real Housewives tv shows. The Real Housewives of New Jersey happen to be one I like… a bit… and I am not embarrassed to admit it. I get a good laugh when it’s on. Nothing wrong with that. My laptop clearly did not feel like being abused tonight, nor did she want me to push her buttons too much so instead, she purposely had a story about Theresa Giudice and her husband of the year, Joe Giudice as the headliner when I accessed the internet. Being a glutton, I clicked on the link.

That was just the beginning. There is nothing I dislike more than to read about celebrity gossip. Somehow though, my pretty little laptop decided to offer another juicy story with each click. The wretched thing (my laptop), had me surfing through story after story for almost an hour. The result… she (my laptop), won! This is all I have left tonight. Just a few paragraphs of nothing. I feel sick to my stomach, pathetic and have no energy left. I have officially been drained by the worst thing possible… celebrity gossip!

I’m still in disbelief that all of this began with me, being tricked by a Desperate… oops, I mean a Real Housewife, named Theresa Giudice…

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Working Mom Vs. Mom

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Today’s Flummery… Working Mom Vs. Mom (“Just Be A Mom”)

Obnoxious Woman:  “Oh, so you are a working mom?  Wouldn’t you rather just be a mom?”
Me:  “Excuse me???” 
Obnoxious Woman:  “Well, I mean, you work full-time. You probably can’t be at every important event, right?”
Me:  “I’m not sure I like where this conversation is going.  Let’s switch the topic, shall we?”

Perplexed, I wondered, since when does being a working mom mean that I am not “just being a mom?’  What does “just be a mom” really mean anyways?  I came to only one conclusion… Obnoxious lady must not have children. 

Rather than switching the topic, as I had politely requested, she continued…

Obnoxious Woman:  “Your children must miss you so much!”
Me:  Smiling, I simply said “I think my children and I are just fine thanks.”

What I really wanted to do, was curse the lady up and down.  How dare anyone make comments like that!  How dare anyone criticize me without being able to back it up!  How dare… Then, I did what any other rational person would do… I took a deep breath, turned around, and walk away… far, far away.  If I didn’t do that, I would have punched her in the face.  Fortunately, my meditation sessions must be working in my favor.
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The Growth Process, Aging And The Wonderful World Of Gray Hairs…

Each day I wake up, brush my teeth, look in the mirror and am faced with my biggest fear…  Aging.  A few weeks ago, while at work, I needed to use the restroom.  As I skipped toward a toilet stall, I took a quick peek in the mirror before me and noticed something shiny near my eyebrow.  Figuring it was a bit of fuzz from a shirt or quite possibly a Cooper hair, I chose to ignore it and continue to the bathroom.  Then came the moment of truth…

As I washed my hands, I noticed the white shiny thing still by my eyebrow.  It was sticking out of my face.  As I tried to wipe it away, it happened…  One tear, which led to two tears, then a bit of convulsing, a minor anxiety attack, accompanied by some heavy breathing.  My eyebrow had a newly sprouted gray hair sticking out of it.  It was not a piece of fuzz, nor was it a Cooper hair…  It was mine.  Mine to stay.  This sucker was going nowhere!  Now, I know I have a few grays on my head.  My mother always told me not to pluck them or they would come back two-fold.  I would love to believe that this is just an old wives tale but, unfortunately, I refuse to take any chances.  After gathering myself, I was posed with a different dilemma in our work restroom.  To pluck or not to pluck.  As I stared at the awful creature sticking out of my face, my eyes began to well up once again.  Would two grow back in place of that one?  Was I prepared to walk back out in public with a creature sticking out of my face?  Without thinking or having an ounce of control over my actions, I did the unthinkable.  I grabbed the gray hair with my nails as if they were tweezers.  I yanked the awful hair out of my brow, roots and all!  I could breathe again… I have yet to see my not so special creature buddy again. Hopefully, it learned its lesson and will avoid visiting me again for quite some time.

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