Posted by adminJul 14th, 2010 | No Comments
BFOs and AFGOs – It’s a Big One
BFO = Blinding Flash of the Obvious
AFGO = Another F*cking Growth Opportunity*
It turns out, as a mother, I’m a meddler.
When my teenage daughter and I started counselling together several months ago, I made an agreement with my daughter, in the presence of our therapist, that I would no longer attempt to solve her problems for her. I agreed to new boundaries.
I agreed that I would no longer attempt to comfort, console and prevent or ‘fix’ her problems – including nursing her low self esteem, refereeing her relationship...
Posted by adminJul 5th, 2010 | 1 Comment
An Always Evolving List of the Things I Love
Make your own. It’s a way of staying connected to the good stuff, a gratitude list of sorts. When I discover something new, or remember something I’ve always adored, I’ll add it to another Love List post. Be sure to comment and share your own loves below.
Apples
Pink Lady, Gala, Honey Crisp are among my favourites. Sweet and tart, vitamin drenched and sun-kissed. With cheese. With sea salt. (Don’t knock it til you tried it. I know the original was with seasoning salt and I don’t remember where I learned it.)
An apple...
Posted by adminJun 27th, 2010 | No Comments
Was it Good Enough?
My son, who will be 18 in October, has decided he is ready to try his wings and move out. He is only moving across town and in to a room/board situation at his employer’s house (who are also mother and step-father to a good friend of his). The departure is on very good terms; he’s not angry with us, we’re not forcing the move. He leaves with his clothes, some bedding and his personals – everything he needs will be there.
Except us.
Except me.
You know, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing when he was born. My arms felt like rolling pins,...
Posted by adminJun 25th, 2010 | No Comments
Questions from Kids at Bedtime
I had to write this down before I forgot…
As I was tucking the girls into bed last night, they begged me to lay down and snuggle for a few minutes. So I crawled into the double bed in the middle – and their arms flopped over my back. One stroked my hair. The last few days have been sunny. Their skin is glowing and their cheeks are pink. We laid there quiet for a minute and I marvelled at their beautiful dark eyes gleaming back at me.
In the dusky blue of the room, my nine year says, “Mom, would you rather… eat peanut butter off the toe...
Posted by adminJun 15th, 2010 | No Comments
“When I do good, I feel good;
when I do bad, I feel bad, and that is my religion.”
Apparently Abraham Lincoln said that.
Chock it up to values.
Religion.
Principles.
Morals.
Whatever.
It’s very basic.
Do good. Feel good.
Do bad. Feel bad.
It ain’t rocket science, people. Take it any way you want. Apply the philosophy to relationships, self and careers. It lends itself to global warming, oilspills and animal abuse. It is appropriate behaviour for lower, middle and upper classes.
I tend to be a sponge. I can, very easily, soak up the negative energy of...
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