Being a person with a sensitive disposition in this scary world we live in can be a little overwhelming at times. I tend to see the glass half-full on most days, but I am also deeply impacted by the troubling things I see around me and in the news. I am even known to get a little emotional by stories of loss and triumph, or overcoming hardship. I cheer for the underdog, then cry when he wins! So even though I try to keep things in perspective, my mind can sometimes become clouded by emotion. But the hero of this story is my daughter, because apparently at the age of 5, my little Sugar Plum has life all figured out. I’m convinced that she is an old soul, and that one of her purposes in this world is to help me see things through the lens of innocence.
Let me just start by saying that if you have a picky-eater in your midst, I feel your pain! Not only are my kids picky as hell, so is my husband! When I manage to get them to eat something relatively healthy, it is cause for celebration because we are coming out of the dark days of packaged and processed…
In my desperate attempts to get my family to eat well, I have resorted to all manner of threats. I’ve sent them to bed early, taken away toys and privileges, and left them sitting at the table for half the night. I have begged, pleaded, shouted, bribed, and even tried the good old-fashioned deprive-them-of-everything-else-until-they-eat-their-veggies. I’m not sure how so-and-so’s grandmother got her kids to eat veggies by letting them go hungry (“because kids will eat when they get hungry”), but my kids went on a full-blown hunger strike when I tried that method!
When I was a little girl, there was no such thing as Netflix. You just turned on the t.v. and hoped that something good was playing on the only two kids channels the ‘bunny ears’ would get you. We watched shows in ‘salt-and-pepper’ in a pinch. Or you took your entire weeks allowance and walked fifteen minutes to the nearest Blockbuster to rent one movie for the week. If I wanted to learn about something, I went to the library, and either looked at books on the subject or looked in the encyclopedia. Our family had an embarrassing Commodore 64, and my sisters and I fought over what now seems like very primitive games. When I think about the amount of technology and resources my kids have access to in comparison, it BLOWS MY MIND! And they have NO IDEA how lucky they are (even though I constantly tell them!), nor do they believe me about my vastly different childhood. Continue reading
When my perfect little cherubs came into this world, I could not have imagined the heartache I would feel to learn that they would struggle with ADHD. Our family actually already had some tough stuff that we were going through at the time, so I wasn’t sure how to handle things. We existed in a state of limbo for a while, and went through the motions. But I knew I had to help them find their way in the world, so I started trying to figure out what my role was in it all. Once I began to know what I can do to help them thrive, I was able to let go of my original belief that this all happened because I had failed them somehow. Now, I am connecting with other parents who are at the beginning of this process and facing a diagnosis for their child, and I see the same fear and uncertainty in their eyes that I had once felt. One of my goals on this blog is to share the information and experiences that have helped us so that I can help other people to feel empowered during something so daunting. The following is a list of things that helped me to support my kids in the best ways possible! Continue reading
As a little girl, I had romantic visions of meeting my prince charming that involved love at first sight and a fairy-tale life complete with a white picket fence. But by the time I was in my early twenties, I had been through a series of unsuccessful relationships that left me feeling disillusioned about love. I was beginning to think that there was no ‘Mr.Right’ for me, and I was certainly not comforted when people told me that I would meet him when the time was right. I had been taught that you can’t just wait around for things to happen, you have to grab life by the balls! But I didn’t know where to begin looking for him, and I had grown tired of waiting for fate or chance to drop him into my lap. So I kept busy working on an undergrad degree at university and waitressing part-time at a quaint café downtown Toronto. After a night of drinking at a local pub, I woke up for work hungover and late, so I quickly threw myself together and ran up the street to catch the streetcar downtown. Continue reading
Becoming a mother was a bit of a mixed experience for me. I loved my new role in a lot of ways, but at the time I was also plagued with depression and anxiety (generalized anxiety, to be specific). I did my best to raise my babies into little people, but in a state of constant apprehension. Generalized anxiety caused me to worry about all kinds of neat things, big and small, real and imagined, and when my kids came into this world a new fear developed unlike any other… a fear of predators that might harm my precious kin. I worried about them wandering into the creek or the road, or choking, and all the normal things parents worry about, but I also worried in an unnatural way about kidnappers and child molesters. I heard stories about how these kinds of predators could glean all sorts of clues from photos on social media that could help them target children. Imagine you proudly take a photo of Sally or Billy at their first day of school, standing in front of the school and post it online. But now the bad guys know where Billy and Sally go to school!! So I felt very strongly about NOT putting my kids’ pictures on Facebook or any other online social media site. Family and friends understandably thought I was being overprotective, and in retrospect, maybe I was. Continue reading