When I was little I loved penguins. By love I mean collected them, drew them, did projects on them. I would spend my hard earned allowance on penguin paraphernalia, request items of the penguin kind for my birthday and daydream of visiting the arctic. Most of my friends wanted ponies, I wished for a feathered friend. But despite my many pleas my mother did not give in. And then it happened, penguin overload. My room started to overflow with black and white, I had too many penguin snow scene sweatshirts to number and to my own surprise thought my collection was complete. However the rest of the world did not get the memo, bless their souls. The stuffed animals, posters and figurines kept on coming well into my teenage years and early adulthood. Now don't get me wrong, I appreciated every gift but I just needed to move on. To shake my reputation as the penguin girl. I was having dinner with my good friend the other night and she said the same thing happened to her but with kittens. I'm thinking of starting a support group. I have to be honest though, I still think they are the cutest animal I've ever seen and catch myself picking them off the shelf in the store on occasion. My sisters and I still laugh about it all the time but they seem to be laughing a little harder than me.
Saturday, 14 April 2012
I don't swear. I swear I don't. I don't feel the need to, I never have. Its not like I can't, I'm a grown adult and no one is going to wash my mouth out with soap. I get made fun of for saying words like shoot and darn by my surrounding adults and I don't even think in curse words. I don't wave in traffic in case its misinterpreted. It's just something that doesn't appeal to me personally. I understand it's necessity in some situations like labor or when you hammer your thumb. I laugh when small children repeat it unintentionally and it's used in the right context to entertain people. I know you're probably thinking shut the front door...but its true. I always try and think of something more creative to say, to challenge myself. To bring myself to the next non-swearing level, I think its called pre-school.
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
I prayed for patience the other day. Since then I've waited in line for hours at the grocery store, listened to my kids practice their "spongebob voice" in the car, and misplaced my income tax receipts on numerous occasions. I'm good now Lord. Moral of the story, be careful what you pray for, you may get it. This doesn't mean I will stop praying, this just means I will be more selective. I will seriously think of things that are wants and weed them out among the needs. I will be thankful for the opportunity to become more patient or the ability to show kindness. For the places where I can be a peacemaker and my chances to be humble even when it stings. Maybe I will even focus on what I do have instead of what I don't. I know all this sounds as easy as pie. But have you ever made pie? It's not that easy. Yum pie. Now I need to pray for willpower.
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
Pain is no laughing matter. Anyone that's ever stepped on a piece of lego knows this. It reminds us that we're human. It also reminds us that yes, plastic can break through skin quite easily. But seriously without pain we wouldn't learn anything. The pain of mistrust or a broken heart. The pain of losing something important or making the wrong decision. Pain tells us one thing, we don't want it to happen again. It not-so-gently reminds us what went wrong or the reality of not being in control all the time. Sometimes we see the lego and still step on it. Sometimes we yell at someone else for leaving the lego in our path. But eventually we will be like, "oh there's the lego, I think I will go around it today. " And that my friends is learning that pain may be in our paths at times and sometimes we step on it and sometimes we don't.
Friday, 6 April 2012
Honesty is a funny thing. It can be quite selective in the way we use it. If you want an honest opinion on something ask a four year old. Don't ask your friend, or your mom (thanks mom, I saw the picture and no I do not look good in a floral maternity top) or your neighbor. Find a four year old, look them directly in the eye and ask. There will be no hesitation or awkward silence. No changing the subject or underlying sarcasm. I've now decided to bring a four year old with me everywhere I need that. When I get my hair done, purchasing a new bathing suit, or trying out a recipe for the first time, to name a few. I will brace myself for the harsh reality of childlike honesty and appreciate it for all it's worth. Which in my opinion is a lot.
Thursday, 5 April 2012
I get asked a lot. How do you make friends and influence people? Ok I was asked once but I'm going to tell you anyways. It's simple really, chocolate and compliments. That about sums it up. Not fake made up compliments either. The way I see it there is something good in everyone, find it and comment on it. That's all a compliment is really, relaying audibly what you like about the person standing next to you. And then give them a brownie.
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
I like laughing. I like it a lot. I think it keeps you healthy and happy and all those good things and I try to do it all day. But I have this little problem starting to develop. Its called laugh lines. Horrible I know. Why would we get punished for such a good thing? So now here's my predicament, do I stop laughing altogether? Do I never tell another joke or go to a funny movie. Do I drain all happiness from my life in the name of smooth skin? You can only do so much really, you can turn off Ellen when it comes on, you can think sad thoughts and go to your sad place. You can replace your fun, funny friends with your boring complaining ones but in the end is it worth it? I doubt it. So now that I've talked it over with you I decided I'm going to live with the lines, grow older gracefully and way more happy about it. At least I have rock hard abs from all the laughing. Somewhere.
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
I'm just at the point in my life where I feel like I've found myself again. I wasn't lost necessarily, more misplaced. I know it sounds cliche but when getting your teeth brushed by two in the afternoon is considered an accomplishment its time to reflect. And that's just my own teeth. That's how it seems to be when you're a mom. First up in the morning but last for everything else. I had accepted that, and on the most part happily. But now the girls are a little older, a little more independent and can brush their own teeth. This has given me the opportunity to open a book again, pick up a paintbrush and get out of my pj's by noon (if I want). Its a nice feeling. Foreign, and at first saddled with guilt, but nice. So for any moms out there that feel lost or misplaced at the moment hang in there, you'll get found again one day soon and it won't be during a game of hide n seek.
Monday, 2 April 2012
Teasing, the other day I called my oldest daughter average. She was jokingly insulted but nevertheless disgusted at the word. Why is it this way? Why is average not a good thing to be when you are 15 or 34 for that matter or 84? We strive to be above it, we steer to go around it and we never want to be below it. Who makes up averages anyways, people sitting in statistics classes? On average 1 out of 5 people think about being average on regular basis...I just made that up. Maybe if we didn't compare ourselves to anything or anyone there would be no such thing, no such pressure to be more, do more or feel more. But maybe that's just average thinking altogether.
Sunday, 1 April 2012
I'm a young mom. At least I used to be, now I just have old kids. Three to be exact and its been one of the most challenging yet rewarding things I have ever done in my life. I also have a business which I frequently like to compare to having a baby. Both start as an idea, a dream perhaps, something you watch grow and change over the years. There are obstacles and tears but the good always seems to outweigh the bad, the bad gets forgotten with a hug and things move on. And with a great support system almost anything is possible. I am blessed with a husband that nods and smiles at my every new idea, parents that never give up on me and sisters that I laugh my way through life with. Not bad for the first few decades of my life, not bad at all.