I’m Not My Mother – Guest Post

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I think this is one of my favorite posts I’ve ever written. Just sayin’. But it isn’t here. It’s over at the Dahlia Scene. I think you guys will really love Yvonne’s site. She’s fun and adorable and a great writer. Go read my post and then browse around her site a bit. Then come back and let me know, what sort of ideas of mother (or father) hood did you have before actually becoming a parent?

Now go exploring!

Before & After: I’m Not My Mother

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Grocery Shopping without Adult Supervision

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This was one of my biggest parenting fears – tackling a grocery shopping trip with both boys and no help.

I did it. I survived. I can’t believe I’ve been a mom for well over 3 years and this is the first time I’ve ever had to accomplish this task but it is. And. I. Did. It.

I went “to town” with both boys in tow and no other adult presence. Yeah, I’ve gone to the tiny local grocery store where we all know each other, there is no traffic, and I don’t for a second worry about anyone stealing anyone…or anything for that matter.

But I’d never gone big. I’d never gone through a place of strangers and crazy drivers, a place of “I want that!” temptations and loading and unloading kids and groceries all at the same time. Until last Monday. On Monday, I did it.→   Keep Reading!

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Kamikaze Calling

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Introverts, raise your hand. I’m talking to you. Only you will get it. All you extroverts are welcome to go hang out with your friends or do some calling, because you will not understand this at all. Plus, you actually feel invigorated after spending time with people so go on, go play.

Introverts, those of you who are drained after social interaction, whether you enjoy it or not, who are terrified of the phone and in some cases, even email or messages, you are the people I’m hoping understand this.  Because if not, I think I need to seek professional help.→   Keep Reading!

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A Patriot

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Happy 4th of July! Who doesn’t love Independence Day? BBQ’s and boating, family and friends, patriotism and parks, stars and stripes. Sounds like a pretty great party. Heck, it’s about the only big holiday in the summer…probably because summer isn’t depressing like winter so we don’t have to cram in lots of reasons to celebrate. We celebrate leaving hibernation!

But, I have a secret to tell you. Until recently, I did not consider myself a patriot. I didn’t think I was patriotic. At all. In fact, (and this is a topic you will rarely hear me talk about) I was embarrassed to be an American. I was embarrassed by our country, by the way people act, by our politics and politicians. I was embarrassed by the way the rest of the world views us. I was embarrassed – not proud.→   Keep Reading!

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Light Therapy with Elan Energetics

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So I mentioned in this post about letting go of everyone else’s expectations of you, how I starting on some light therapy. I got a big response saying you wanted to know more…so here we go! I’d like to preface this by saying I’m in no way a medical professional or even super knowledgeable about light therapy and everything that it can do. I can only tell you my experience and the experience of a few of my family members. I am not even affiliated with Elan Energetics, they are simply the company that made the device my parent’s bought that I have tried. My parents are setup to sell these though. For anyone who is very interested, I could work that out for you. Email me at rustybasket@gmail.com if you want more information on buying your own light therapy set. I also want to warn, they are pretty expensive. Like, several thousand dollars expensive. But I also know these are not the only products like this available. They are the only one’s I’ve used though. You may also find someone who lives around you that sells light therapy sessions instead of buying your own set.→   Keep Reading!

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Why Blogging is Hard

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Why Blogging is Hard

Blogging is hard.

I’ll be the first to admit that I never thought of blogging as a real job. I always wanted to be a writer, never a blogger because that seemed to be a way to cheat the system. No one had to hire you. No one had to like what you wrote. Heck, you didn’t even have to use proper grammar or punctuation! There were no rules and no guides to keep you producing quality content. You could virtually write whatever you wanted, as terribly as you wanted, and post it. Ta-dah! Blogger.→   Keep Reading!

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Thank You and Thank You

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Thank you to the best audience in the blogosphere!

I’m here to interrupt our regularly scheduled programming for a heartfelt post of gratitude. A big ol’ Thank You!

Seriously you guys. You. Are. Awesome! I have wanted to blog for years…although not necessarily blog. I wanted to write a bunch of stuff and put it on the internet for people to read. I didn’t even know that it was called blogging for a long time. (How behind am I??) Anyway… I was always so timid about it. I felt like if only strangers read it, great! But I knew I needed to go through the people I actually knew first. And that was intimidating.→   Keep Reading!

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Surviving a Suicide: A Loved One’s Journey

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I guess it’s this time of year, I start thinking about her. I start remembering everything. I start missing her worse…not that I ever really stop. It’s been 6 years now. I’m older than she is. It was hard to have that birthday. Now I’m used to it.

There have been a lot of hard mile markers along the way. Time doesn’t seem to make those any easier. Every wedding she isn’t there, every new baby born, every big family event; they don’t improve as the years pass. But hopefully I do. Hopefully we all do. Hopefully we get better at remembering the good and forgetting the bad. Hopefully we can find the joy in these events and accept the sadness her absence leaves.→   Keep Reading!

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Why and How to Talk to Kids About Death

Why and How to Talk to Kids About Death

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At some point, in some way, we all have an experience with death. And I don’t mean our own. Whether we lose a friend or family member, or a pet (or even favorite character off a show), death comes to anything living. Just by acquainting ourselves with the living, we set ourselves up for feeling the pain of loss.

For a child, this can be very difficult to understand. How we handle these situations can set them up for a life of struggling through every loss or one of coping and accepting the losses that come their way. No pressure! Ultimately, everyone chooses their own way to make it through a death. We just have the opportunity to lay some groundwork for them to build upon.→   Keep Reading!

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Why Our Family Says “Fat”

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“Oh she has a big belly,” I heard from my 3 year old as he watched a young woman playing the cello on t.v.

“Yes she does,” I responded without thinking twice. No, she wasn’t pregnant. No, most people wouldn’t say what I said. No, I didn’t feel mean after saying so. See, here is the thing in our family – describing things (especially from a young child’s perspective) is not the same as insulting things. When he said that, he in no way meant anything mean by it at all. He was actually quite enamored by her. I didn’t turn it into something rude because it wasn’t.→   Keep Reading!

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