It’s true. Those of you with these mysterious little nuggets know exactly what I am talking about. In my quest to conquer all that is baby-strange I’ve devised a brilliant plan of parenting counter-attacks… Continue reading
It would be untruthful for me not to say that I wasn’t once terrified that I would somehow continue some of the abusive behaviours as a parent, that I was taught. Abuse is an ugly word that many people don’t want to talk about and has this insidious way of trickling down intergenerationally.
Learned behaviours is often the pattern of abuse. Not always, but often enough. Research suggests that approximately one third of all individuals who were abused or neglected as children will subject their own children to some type of maltreatment. I believe that it is my responsibility to know these things. I already know that knowledge and love are imperative tools in healing and powerful weapons against destruction if you yield them right.
I have never had to fight against repeating such learned behaviours now, as a parent, those were just my own nasty fears. Learning all the scary stats during my academic career as a social worker definitely perpetuated those fears. But, I’ve been lucky in my older years. I gravitate towards stability and being nurturing and advocating on behalf of these issues. I can’t even imagine resisting urges to be violent or verbally or mentally un-kind.
These things are a part of me, but I know that I would be in a very different place today if I hadn’t gone back to school and received a college education. If I hadn’t torn myself away from unhealthy environments, toxic relationships and self-medicating as I became older. If I were less of a fighter, less of a survivor I can’t say that I don’t know for sure, that I wouldn’t be in a much darker place today based solely on my loving heart, kind soul and good intentions.
I hope that this International Day for Girls shines more light on specific issues like abuse, and the effects that living in such can have on a young girl. I believe that a single day truly can be a powerful tool in change, where we come together to advocate for action. Where we actively invest in our little girls so that they may reach their full potential.
As Girl Speakers Bureau member Saba told a room of Diplomats at the United Nations: “All women were once girls, but not all girls will become women.” - Because I am a Girl
Close to an infinite amount of patience.
That’s what I want.
I’m working on it. Slow and steady, in these cramped quarters.
Open the windows, let the cool breeze drift in and the palm trees elegant tinkle of rustling, waffle on in.
Accept the bad weather. Cuddle my teething sick baby. Speak calmly to my toddler, the embodiment of all that is testing.
It’s in these brief moments of stillness that I’ll meditate. That I’ll pray.
For grace to come swimming back to me.
This post is sponsored by Disney Baby. I’ll be joining the Disney Baby blogging team next month, and look forward to sharing these kinds of stories (projects/ideas/etc) with you over there! Stay tuned for more details!
These. Right here. Took a while to make with a teething babe and all – but success! It happened. Toddler approved. As seen after the recipe. Continue reading
Big changes over here. Ones that I can’t share quite yet, as it involves other people we care about and delicate dicisions. Let’s just say we’re mixing things up over in our little world, to better suit our babies, our lifestyle and our careers.
I’ve much to catch up on…Blissdom, The One of a Kind Show and this nifty little blog collective I’m way behind is launching.
It’s just that life has gone and snatched me right up from thinking I can be such a busy-body. What’s most important – our family- they, we – are taken care of. Theere is joy in our home, stories being read, crafts being made, snuggles a constant, delicious spoonfuls being eaten and love just flowing. I’ve been taking time with my children. Hours of it. To the detriment of my business goals maybe – but for the better of our family.
In the meantime, let’s have a look-see at what Wyndham and Abigail are wearing today, because they look dang adorable. And that’s got to put a smile on your face. If you want to check out Lil’ Abner starring in her own fashion show, jaunt on over to the Babbles – that’s where she is.
There is a story to be told here. Of torture, complacency, love, joy and self-awareness. Continue reading
We’re a motley crew over here, which includes our wears. Try as I might, I cannot resist the pull any longer to begin a weekly small style post. Because really – little threads are just so darned cute. I also love taking pictures of my children, so. I guess I should have hopped on the band-wagon long ago.
As usual, late to the party – I arrive. Here’s my favourite ensembles (on Wyndham & Abigail), from this week. Continue reading
Abby that is, not me. Although – this could be debated in some circles I am sure.
Now that we’re here it’s as though the time has passed within the blink of an eye. However.
In the moment, when were walking the floors, rocking, and soothing as best we know how – it seems as if time stands still.
And we’re hanging it seems – by a thread. As parents hoping and praying we are doing it well.
I wrote Abby a letter today on the babble’s, where she stars in a small style photo shoot, with some choice family shots thrown in between.
This month has found me in swirling water. Catching up as best I can – knowing I have to cut something from my resume, not sure what.
Somehow though – I’ve managed to keep the candle burning from both ends, wherein you can too – do some catching up. Join me over on the babbles, if you are so inclined. Y’know – with a mind for all things baby:
There’s more…but of course. Once you’re there – obviously, you’ll know how to find them.
Peace out beauties. Until the next.
Like a birth story, but in video. What? I’ve been doing the parenting thing on my own for the past week with an added 2 more kids to ours (who really have been more of a help than anything else – older kids who have been raised well rock my world!)
So excuse me if I am creating weak analogies about blogging and vlogging and birth stories and birth videos. Can someone also please tell me why my adorable (heck, but she is ridiculously cute) baby girl has gone from having 1 daytime to one evening solid sleep (like 2 or 3 hours) to only sleeping in 20 min. intervals? Please, dear sweet buddha, why? My eyes are burning out of my head and the walls/floors feel mighty floaty most of the time. Vertigo is the new norm. Continue reading
With such a small age gap, ( between Abigail and her bro, I had my worries.) Uneasy about the changes to be thrust at our young lad, really still a baby himself (21 months). Anticipating jealousy, vowing to make sure I made the time for him that he deserves. Newborn or no.
The BSM is away on tour. This video of their Tom Foolery during a Robson Valley mudslide has some to do with their musical talent but all sorts to do with their plain awesomeness.