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My Disney Princess

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My four year old is really into princesses and romance- already. I know, it’s terrible. I blame her grandparents completely. (haha!) They bought her the first Disney movie and she’s been hooked ever since. We have Mulan, Cinderella, Belle, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Enchanted, Shrek…you get the picture.
Most of the princesses really offend my feminist sensibilities as 1. They allow themselves to be abused by the antagonists in the story. 2. They have no other goal in life than to find a man to marry 3. They make really stupid decisions (i.e. eating an apple that a creepy old lady offers) that would kill them in real life. Thank God for good little fairies…
Unfortunately, my daughter does not share my convictions. I try to encourage her to think through the kind of man she should marry (even though she has no idea what I’m talking about). She speaks frequently of princesses and princes and loves to act out the stories.  She recently sighed. “And I will find my prince and I will kiss his lips and we’ll get marraaaaid” (her pronunciation)
I said, Your prince should be more than handsome, sweetie. He should be smart, good, gentle and kind and love you so, so much!” 
Her answer? A dramatic sigh with her hand to her head and…
“I’ll never find my prince, Mommy.”

sparkly, swirly stickers

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yesterday, true to my clutzy self
i tripped over my two year old in a parking lot
and fell flat over on my side
on the asphalt
no holds barred

i clambered to my feet
feeling stiff and bruised
but mostly grateful
i hadn’t crushed my daughter
at least not completely

it left me feeling battered today
so i found myself taking a bath
in water swirling with epsom salts
lavender oil
and sparkly heart stickers

ah, motherhood…

What a Difference a Year Makes…

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Last year about this time, I wrote a post (read it here) about how I realized that I needed to make some changes in the way I mother. I noticed that my daughter was picking up on my bad habits – short temper, grumpiness etc. Haha – my true personality! As with most things these changes are not easy. But I AM determined to grow – with a constant audience of two little people. As a result, this year has been a lot different. Here is where I am now.
1. I am learning to give thanks – a lot. Here’s why. A friend once told me that gratitude is one of the most powerful things we can do to bring positive energy into our day.  There are a lot of times in my day when I’m pulling my 22 month old down from standing ON TOP of her play kitchen set (for the 5th time in 10 minutes – SERIOUSLY), I’ve cut off part of my fingernail with my potato peeler, I’m tripping over the toys that are EVERYWHERE (so I can’t even reach the floor to sweep it), my oldest daughter’s dropped a book on top of my bare foot and it’s swollen and throbbing and both girls are shrieking at me for some reason (usually not happily). In these moments, I just want my day to be over so I can go to sleep. (btw, I don’t actually give in to this fantasy…) But, so much for enjoying my kids while I’m home with them. *Wince.*
My goal: In these moments – STOP and say “Thanks” – that I have a toddler to rescue, a finger to cut, a floor to fall on, a foot to hurt and two little girls who think I can solve all their problems. 
It really does work – just not always in that second. First, I have to fight the panic rising in my mind that tells me I totally STINK at doing this and sometimes, I don’t FEEL the thankfulness till I’m lying in bed snuggling two little cuties to sleep. Well, what can I say – it’s a work in progress!
2. I am learning to smile and say “yes” as much as possible to my babies (and – to my husband ;). If I need to finish something before I focus on them, I try to say, “That sounds great! I will be able to do that in ____ minutes.” OR, “AAAAAHHHH!!!! Can you wait just ONE minute?!” (Wait, did I just type that “out loud”? Oops…) Thankfully, my oldest is getting better at waiting.
3. I am learning to forgive myself when things aren’t perfect. There are just going to be times when things are to be out of place for a few hours (or a few days). I can either choose to lose my cool because I have “failed” to keep it perfect or just take a deep breath and focus on the most important thing – the PEOPLE living in the imperfect space. Some days I’m better at this than others.
4. I am learning to be IN THE MOMENT. This eliminates my inclination to beat myself up for what I didn’t accomplish and keeps me from stressing about whatever I still need to do. See how perfectly that works? Theoretically.
5. I back to making time for myself on a regular basis. Every week, I get away from everyone in my house for at least a few hours. Sometimes, I need to be alone with my thoughts and other times, I hang out with girlfriends. There are still times when I find it hard to extract myself from a baby who is crying, “I want to hold you!!!!!” while tears streak down her face. But, I hug and kiss them – and then leave them in my husband’s loving and capable hands. I know I need to get that time alone if I hope to implement my plant to be grateful and smile and say things like, “Yes! What a great idea!” Or – you know – just maintain my sanity.
My goal in learning these things can be summed up in one word. Happiness. I want to be in the moment I’m in and enjoy it. I wish the same for you!
Blessings.
OM

Storytelling: The Funeral of a Stranger

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It’s taken me a while to write this post because it involves my doing something pretty out of the ordinary – which turned into a learning experience for my oldest daughter. She was not  yet four.

On a beautiful, spring morning in March (you have to remember that March IS spring in AZ), we were on our way to go “thrifting” when we saw the overflow parking lot of a nearby church filled with several hundred motorcycles. It was an amazing sight. I turned into the parking lot so we could check them out safely and find out why they were there. We learned they were Patriot Guard members, an honor guard escorting the memorial procession of a motorcyclist who’d been killed in a brutal car accident  weeks earlier. While we were taking this all in – the call came to follow the funeral hearse. We watched quietly as the entire procession of motorcycles passed us. Then, the person in charge of the processional yelled at me and motioned for us to follow.

And, then, things got a bit out of the ordinary. Not wanting to be rude or explain, I just followed, thinking I would discretely pull out of the line within a few blocks. While I coasted in line, my daughter asked me to define “memorial”. I explained that it is a special service to remember a person who has died and to tell his family he will be missed. My oldest thought about this carefully for a moment, then said, “Mom, can we go to the memorial service?”

This is how we ended up at the burial of a person I’d never met. As we drove, we talked about how he died and how his family would miss him. It really struck me how connected we all are. I’d never met this man but I knew from experience the loss his family was feeling as they said goodbye. My heart was wrenched for them and I shared their grief. Since my daughter knows my parents and brother have died, I figured she’d get some of it but I couldn’t really tell how much she grasped of this subject. We followed the motorcade all the way to the Arizona National Cemetary, where the cyclist was honored with a veteran’s funeral.

As we left, she said, “Mom, can we sing the Barney song?” Thinking that it was an intense event for a little girl and that she was ready to change the subject, I sang it with her. When we finished, my eyes filled with tears because she said,

“That’s how I say, ‘I love you’ to that man who died.”

I guess she got it after all.

 Sweet peas are such lovely, delicate, dear little blossoms,
and – a symbol of goodbyes, departure. Seems appropriate…