So summer vacation has brought a run-on of days so each one melts (literally, it’s that hot) into one another. Therefore I have missed a few posts and even my weekly What I Love Wednesday. So, on this day, my husband has a day off work, Little Man had an overnight at nanny and Poppy’s, and this momma has had time to relax and enjoy time to herself including a well deserved heat-induced nap while Bambino also slept. When Little Man arrived back home from his sleepover, daddy set up a tire swing in the wooded trail behind our house. We spent time playing in the backyard and the little kiddie pool and enjoying the warm weather. I love these care-free family days that are not rushed; no agenda and no time constraints. They are much needed. Before summer ends, be sure to take a Time Out day with your kids and family. It may be just what you need.
I love my son’s “inventions”. This week he took two hangers (the ones with the pants clips) and created the Hook-a-Matic that “just pumes, ya’ know?!” Yes, my child does not use “bang” or “boom” or even “pow-pow,” it’s “pume” (Pew-Mmm).
Awesome story of generosity and selflessness for one special momma and her family.
It was the winter of 2014. A young mother just had her world turned upside down by a cancer diagnosis followed by an intensive treatment plan at the Health Sciences Centre. The treatment involved staying in hospital for a few weeks – and separation from most of her family, friends and regular support systems. It also meant her regular “mothering duties” were temporarily put on hold. Not an easy thing for a young mom used to putting her children’s needs above her own. At times like this, the care of hospital staff can make all the difference – especially when that care goes above and beyond the strictly medical. During this woman’s hospital stay, I witnessed an act of kindness by the staff on the inpatient unit known as 4 North A that helped the hospital feel a little more like home – and left our patient with a…
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I was in the washroom getting ready for the day when my 3.5 year old came in and sat on the toilet watching me (not unusual). I took out my new, bright pink cream blush and began applying it to the apples of my cheeks with a delicate finger when I hear him ask, “Can I have some of that?” Automatically, I said “No, this is for mommy.”
“But I want some too!”
“But boys don’t wear makeup” I said.
I quickly checked myself and added, “Well, most boys don’t. Makeup is not for little boys.”
I didn’t realize how much emotion this one statement could create! He started getting upset saying, “I wish I was a girl so I could wear makeup.” As small as this statement was and even though I have no doubt in my child’s gender identity, I began speaking without thinking, spewing out arguments without salt. Worse, I was coming up with arguments completely against what I believe or want for my children.
“No, you can’t wear makeup because other kids will make fun of you because it’s different.” Did I seriously just say that to my child?! “What I mean to say is, it’s not what people are used to seeing.”
“But I don’t want to be normal!” Ok, did my kid just time warp to adolescence at stupefying break-neck speed? And of course, I don’t want my child to be “normal.” I encourage creativity and independence and individuality. And what or whom constitutes “normal” anyway?
Here I was having a battle of inference, reason and the logistics of society with a 3 year old in a 6 x 8 less-than-fresh bathroom.
I began jumbling all kinds of thoughts and conclusions in my head; words and phrases and a quick, “God give me wisdom.” What did I want to teach my child in this moment? I want my children to see others as God created them. To treat others as they want to be treated. Even when they are different, left out, or even weird, I want my children to have empathy, tolerance and respect. If someone’s belief is different than their own, then I would want my child to offer kindness and acceptance. And I wouldn’t want anything less in return.
I stopped and looked in the mirror. I was finished with my makeup. Then I bent down to the 3.5 year old sitting on the toilet watching me, and with a delicate finger, applied the remnants of that bright pink cream blush to the apples of his smiling cheeks.
I love how our children can remind us of the long-lost sense of freedom, reckless abandon and shamelessness as they run butt naked down the sandy beach on a hot summer day. When did we ever lose this sense of self? Enjoy today, enjoy being a parent, and look at your child(ren) today and think about what they can teach us.