tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53815368276323293912024-03-13T19:45:38.057-07:00All Together AloneA place for solo parents to vent, share, support and celebrate overcoming divorce and rebuilding a life worth living.A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-45837413725301157202010-07-14T13:41:00.000-07:002010-07-14T13:41:07.616-07:00DOUBLE RAINBOW SONG!!<object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/MX0D4oZwCsA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MX0D4oZwCsA&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MX0D4oZwCsA&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-90452567991754207582010-07-07T09:16:00.000-07:002010-07-07T09:16:18.379-07:00Long Distance "Co?!" ParentingReading some provocative posts and tweets this week has really made me think about my dreams vs. the reality of the life I have been handed - yes, HANDED aginst my will and every single maternal instinct within my soul.<br />
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First off, if you are reading this blog expecting a flowery interpretation of my wonderful life and my beautiful kids, read elsewhere. I have blogs posted for family and friends to hear what they "want" to hear and see what they "want" to see.<br />
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Our story, printed to the left, tells most of the tale - leaving out the part that I was battling cancer when my ex decided to drop the bomb on our "perfect little family" Okay, I was left fighting for my life, my kids, my home and my marriage within 3 short months. Hardly ideal and a chapter I have all but emotionally blocked out for fear of drowning in a sea of anger and self-pity - much of which I fully entitled myself to for a season of my life. Fear, loneliness, disbelief and hatred filled much of my heart and mind for quite sometime. I became an expert escape artist - even moving clear across the country to avoid the sights, smells and abandonment that surrounded our world. The kids rarely saw their father - that is - as far as "parenting" was concerned and I was privately and publicly ripped to my very core. The only chance I had to make it out sane and strong was to get away - so I did. We left the eastern gold coast and transplanted ourselves in the vast Sonoran Desert four years ago - spent three of those years in court fighting for what was rightfully ours - and finally gave up the past in favor of building a promising future.<br />
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Like many in my shoes, there were periods of dire self destructiveness when I thought the only way to get through yet another day was to have a few glasses of wine once the kids were safely tucked in simply numbing the extraordinary pain that swelled within my heart. For over a year, we received no child support......cyber dad thought he was a masterful parent by "visiting" the kids via webcam - a practice I viewed as an intrusion. I felt controlled and violated by so many around me. Cyber-dad wanted me to revolve my life around his "webcam" schedule, friends wanted me to simply cut him off, some wanted me to find saving grace within their church, others thought my key to happiness was to throw myself into internet dating and "get laid" and most did not realize that we were at the mercy of the courts. If one more person told me to "have him thown in jail" I think I would have screamed - as if was that easy to obtain justice! Ha!<br />
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Finally, about two years ago, I gave up the fight. Along with giving up the fight, I had to give up some of the closest friends I had ever known. Upon reflection, it became clear that the advise I was receiving was "not for me" and was keeping me in a cycle of dependence and uncertainty. Looking further, I was able to see the tremendous damage it was doing to my heart and the relationship, albeit limited, that my kids had with their father. Many of the people offering up the most direct suggestions had very wounded hearts, broken family relationships, inner children needing control and dysfunctional marriages. Absence may make the heart grow fonder for some, for me it made the heart grow wiser.<br />
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In this revelation, I came to realize one thing....it's not about me. People change, relationships change and my kids needed only to see a healthy role model. As they only see their father 3 or 4 times per year, I decided it was my duty to foster this relationship in the best way I knew how. Lack of expectation and unconditional acceptance.<br />
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Now, I'm sure a lot of you are shaking your heads and thinking me a fool......and perhaps in some ways I am - but it was not worth my health and happiness to carry a torch into battle for years to come. It is my hope that someday, he will come around and be the man he once was - but this is only a hope, like I HOPE to buy the winning Powerball ticket! <br />
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My kids are fully accessible to their father and they love him. When he visits, he uses the guest room - less transition for them and less work for me. Heck, I was in labor with my first for 50 hours, I can surely put up with him for 48! I have yet to meet, or even speak to his "girlfriend" of over 5 years and probably won't until one of our kids gets married - dad's choice - and I have come to be okay with that. The little they know of her, they seem to like and so it shall remain. The kids acknowledge their dad holidays and birthdays- a favor which is never returned, but it is the right thing to do.<br />
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It gets lonely, money is tight and sure, I wish there was another "fall guy" around to deal with the endless homework, discipline and household duties, but alas, there is not so we motor through as a team-for now, the five of us making it happen.<br />
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Someday, I may meet that soul mate who loves me unconditionally for who I am and I hope that my heart will have healed enough by then to recognize him when he comes along. Until then........the kids have two parents, unfortunately not "co-parents, " but two parents just the same.<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-3768634240170763492010-04-23T22:20:00.000-07:002010-04-23T22:20:55.102-07:00Single Parent LifeThis is an email I received....much like many of you have privately shared. I share my responses to help those of you still caught in "the cycle."<br />
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<div class="ii gt" id=":tu">I love the children and they know that. <span style="color: red;">(Because I reinforce this every single day - NOT because of you!)</span> Stop fabricating and stop fabricating in public (blog) really what is the purpose of making it public, do you need the attention that badly or is how you believe your own lies? (It is not a fabrication. <span style="color: red;">(These are not lies. No, not for attention, but the support I receive makes me stronger and that is what I need when we deal with late payments, struggles and everyday life that you know nothing of.</span>) My children know how I much I love them but for your own selfish reasons you continue to play devils advocate with a relationship you have nothing to do with. <span style="color: red;">(No......I speak the truth. I'm an advocate, yes....not the devil's advocate. It is for your own selfish reasons that you think otherwise.)</span> That's right the relationship is between myself and my children, not you.<span style="color: red;"> (Yes it is! So you had better kick it up a notch buddy. These kids have dealt with more than you have ever known!) </span> Please feel free NOT to respond. <span style="color: red;">(Easy request. The mirror hurts sometimes.)</span></div><div class="ii gt" id=":tu"></div><div class="ii gt" id=":tu"><span style="color: red;">(PS: If you don't like my interpretations, you are FREE to stay elsewhere and rent a car!!!!! No one tied you down!!!!!! Oh yeah......you forgot to include my generosity in your email. There are other options in the area. I am kind to you - you are not to me.)</span><br />
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Whether you realize it or not, we've been counting the days down until your visit. We have bragged to our friends that you are coming and have planned an imaginary fantasy weekend in our heads about how perfect our time together would be. We anxiously awoke on Friday morning anticipating your arrival a few hours later. The day had finally come.<br />
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We know that you are used to doing things your own way, on your own schedule, the way you want to do them. We only see you 3 or 4 times per year and for a few days at best. You are not used to having a gaggle of kids around who are fighting for your undivided attention. We know that you still think of us as "little kids;" you left us a long time ago. We've been growing and developing since you left and we are not the same people we once were, just as you are not.<br />
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Dad, in the little time we have together, please don't call us names. Please refrain from losing your temper, from calling us "stupid," and "baby;" from criticizing what we eat or where we find pleasure. Don't punish us for trying to turn our time together into a vacation.....of wanting to laugh and make memories with you on our terms. Please don't put down our pets, our toys, and Dad, please don't try to imply that you are going to ground us if we don't do as you say. We will be lucky if we see you again one more time before Christmas. These are empty threats with no meaning......in fact, they sound silly to our adolescent ears.<br />
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Happiness is how you interpret what's in front of you; how willing you are to enjoy simple pleasures even if things aren't perfect. Your response to problems is one indicator of how much you have stabilized since the divorce. Blaming sets up a situation in which it is difficult to move forward. Maybe you just need to hear it again; to us you are phenomenal and you are loved and appreciated.<br />
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We need to hear that too.<br />
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As we get older, our relationship will continue to change. You can be lulled into a false sense of security. It's challenging to know what is important and what is not, but knowing that helps. We want a future with you, Dad. Let it go and make our time together happy and joyous. You are not going to step in on a random basis and command the respect you think you deserve, but we try. We are kids. We are victims in this situation. It is up to you to right the wrongs and build the memories that will encourage our future relationship, not us.<br />
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Dad, we want nothing more than to see you more, to speak with you more often and to feel your unconditional love. We want our time together to be fun and special. We want you to be our father.<br />
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Love,<br />
Your kids<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-64118660802324540842010-03-19T13:31:00.000-07:002010-03-19T13:31:19.371-07:00Tips for Disciplining Your School Age Child<div align="left"><b>Be sure “no” is not the word your child hears most often. Positive reinforcement is important.</b> Praise your child for good behavior so he does not see misbehavior as the only way to get your attention. Your child can be sensitive to criticism, making this kind of praise a perfect way to bolster his self-esteem.</div><div align="left"><br />
<b>Remember tantrums still happen.</b> Try to remain calm; if you react to these tantrums your child will see them as a way to get attention. Take a deep breath and calmly tell your child that when he is ready to talk about how he feels, you are ready to listen.</div><div align="left"><br />
<b>Empty threats are dangerous.</b> It is easy to become angry and make unrealistic threats of punishment, like “If that fighting does not stop we are never going on another car trip!” Threats on which you cannot follow through, especially those with the word “never,” will weaken the power of the realistic consequences you may use in the future.</div><div align="left"><b><br />
Manage discipline. </b> Your child may feel like he has little control and believes that the way to gain power is to misbehave. Constant discipline will only fuel that belief, instead, focus on giving your child positive attention when they are doing something good. This will show him that he can gain power and your attention this way, too!</div><div align="left"><br />
<b>Involve your child with choices.</b> Sometimes the way to deal with a child who may feel like he does not have any control is to involve him in the process. Offer him an “either/or” choice so he feels he had some say in the matter. Remember a child should not always have choices. You need to decide when this is appropriate (e.g. battle over what to have for lunch, not whether or not a seatbelt needs to be worn), and make sure that you can live with either choice.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-42036487520095264652010-02-02T20:05:00.001-08:002010-02-02T20:05:46.892-08:00Look Within....The minute you begin to focus on things that are "broken" rather than things that are "right" your center of gravity changes. Keep your eye on what is "right and good." Otherwise, the result will be "broken."<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-5361195456511813382010-02-02T05:35:00.000-08:002010-02-03T11:50:23.847-08:00Let It GoIt has been almost 5 years now since my initial cancer diagnosis and subsequent marital breakup; five years of ups and downs and all arounds. Five years of raising four kids alone, fighting the system, financial hardship as well as five years of growth, laughter, good times and adventure. This family packed an awful lot into five short years!<br />
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Somehow, the number "five" holds great significance. My children each started kindergarten at "five," one is considered cured of most cancers when the five year milestone is reached......we have five fingers on each hand - the very first thing we learn to count. In five years, we have lived in four different houses, four different town and two different states. We've traversed the west, been to California four times and have taken ample cross country romps across the U.S. The kids have grown from ages 2-8 to 7-13 - translation; from daycare - third grade to first through eighth. We registered for high school last week and won our first of many sports trophies. A lot can happen in just five short years! <br />
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If you are just beginning your journey, the road ahead looks long and scary - I know. This was not the "plan" when you started out all fresh and new and in love. Once upon a time, you felt invincible, loved, protected and cherished and now, you simply feel grief, disappointment, anger and frustration. Life has been reduced to a business contract. It feels unnatural - everything you believed to be true no longer applies.<br />
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I have learned a lot in these five years - much of which on my feet as I fumbled and fell along the way, some through counsel and guidance.<br />
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1) Divorce is a grieving process like no other. A person who has never been in these shoes CANNOT comprehend the range of emotions that accompanies this loss. You cannot expect them to.<br />
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2) You must always put your children FIRST - even if that means coming into direct opposition of those around you. They are entitled to an open and loving relationship with both parents - in fact, they need this to be whole. Do NOT use your children to prove a point or otherwise fulfill your own needs.<br />
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3) People around you will enjoy pointing out the faults of your spouse and will encourage you to "see them" for what they are. This is counterproductive and will keep you in a bad place longer. You may need to vent, they do not have to return the favor.<br />
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4) You will be judged - both positively and negatively - for how you process your grief, get back on your feet, parent your children etc. Remember, this is a learning process and you will err along the way.......you would have if your marriage remained intact as well, but somehow, the world perceives 2 as better than one. Ignore this judgment.<br />
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5) It takes two people to make or break <b>any</b> relationship......accept your role. You cannot force the other person to accept theirs, but hopefully, in time, it will come.<br />
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6) People will take sides. You will lose some close friends. Your social life will change. This is, perhaps, healthy!<br />
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7) Always take the high road whenever possible. Do what is right and best for the kids and for your own emotional health.<br />
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8) Be cautious of the advice to take from others. What is best for them may not be what is best for you. Weigh your options carefully before reacting. Look toward the outcome you desire.<br />
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9) You are not here to prove a point or teach a lesson. You are not the person to fulfill that role. You are not a parent to another adult. <br />
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10) Do something nice for yourself every day - a nap, a 1/2 with a good book, a chat with a friend......something centered on rebuilding your inner self. <br />
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Look at today as the beginning of the rest of your life. If you blew it yesterday, so what......you get another chance with each sunrise. Things will become more natural as they evolve and you will have the life you desire. Don't let anything stand in your way!<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-49123061634083373472010-01-10T20:11:00.000-08:002010-01-10T20:11:01.618-08:00The Learning Curve<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea5U6xZstio/S0qTdDb-qrI/AAAAAAAAC6o/4wduvVBa5Ew/s1600-h/arizona-cardinals-382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea5U6xZstio/S0qTdDb-qrI/AAAAAAAAC6o/4wduvVBa5Ew/s640/arizona-cardinals-382.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After three daughters, multiple ballet and gymnastic classes, various band and chorus performances, more Girl Scout cookies than anyone has a right to and numerous manicures, hair appointments, sleep overs and crying spells, it was determined that <b><i>this </i></b>woman would have a son - and raise him <b><i>alone. </i></b><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not only was I called to raise this son, he was designed to be "<i><b>all boy.</b></i>" If there is something to climb, he climbs it, something to throw, he throws it, something to kick, he kicks it and something to break within five seconds, he breaks it. This kid KILLS the nature vs. nurture argument without effort. Raised in a house with four girls, he is a stand alone icon - and it's fun.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Boy LOVES sports - shoots hoops when bored, plays ball in the streets with the neighbors and enjoyed his first team experience playing Flag Football this year. In my car, I now sport a fold out chair with a cup holder which takes me where I need to go, sit, watch and cheer for whatever is happening at any given moment. The BIG Christmas present this year was an authentic NFL Cardinals jersey which he wears at least once per week to school and as soon as he returns home - I have to wash this thing nightly.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since we have moved here, the football playoffs and Super Bowl's have been so very kind to us - we had the Giants vs. the Patriots right here in Glendale, we had the Cardinals, and now we have the Cardinals moving forward in the playoffs again.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Translation, Mom has had to sit and watch football with her big fan AND explain what's going on which is quite funny if you have known me for all of five minutes. I've also had to learn to dodge unidentified flying objects out of the corner of my eye while cooking, not throw a ball "like a girl" and the numbers of each team member. <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These are things I surely would have passed off to Dad if he were here. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The wonder of life is this.......I am having such fun spending this time with my son, watching the games (which we had to rush home for today and which went into overtime and we won!) and learning right along side him.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By virtue of who they are, they get my attention and bring me to places I never thought <br />
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</div>It's simply, wonderful!<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-83440401776991372232009-12-30T19:30:00.000-08:002009-12-30T19:30:20.544-08:00Single Parent SavingsAs a single mother, I have found some <i>VERY CREATIVE</i> ways to save money without giving up cultural experiences and opportunities for my kids as well as myself. Of course, we have navigated some extremely hard times - the electricity turned off in the middle of a desert summer, loss of television and computer access, water, and gas in the tank en route to school. The kids and I have learned to take all of this in stride - even with a sense of humor. Laughter is, indeed, the best medicine. So with lights out, we play flashlight tag, I always keep a cooler filled with five gallons of water and we can all find something creative and constructive to do without the television and computer to distract us. (These have been some of the most cherished moments of all!)<br />
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Learning to manage a household on very little income (I am a teacher in Arizona - the 49th state in the Union with respect to funds spent on education), was a true challenge for me in the beginning. First of all, I am horrible at managing finances. Secondly, this was new and uncharted territory for me. Lastly, I resented the sheer fact that my ex was conveniently unemployed, yet living in the heart of Manhattan with his girlfriend and enjoying vacations, dinners and very conspicuously leaving behind the receipts and menus for my eyes to see ~ all while dragging me through court time and time again. $$$$$$$ I drank too much, bitched too much and was all consumed with things that were out of my control and meant to hurt not just me, but the kids as well.<br />
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It took awhile to get out of that cycle. I'd be lying if I professed otherwise. I was, as Shakespeare labeled, a woman scorned. <br />
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There came a day a few years back when I looked in the mirror and asked myself out loud, "Is this the story you want to write?" Of couse, the answer was a loud and definitive "No!"<br />
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On that day I made a promise to change. I gave up the fight and began working on rebuilding a bigger and better life for my family. I decided right then to embrace the cards I was dealt and do something wonderful with them. This blog was one of those things - as well as starting a single parents group, volunteering, heading back to school and working on me so I would be a better mother to my children. I had to lose some relationships in order for this to happen as good people can keep you in a very bad place and that was sad....but worth it in the end.<br />
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We've all read the benefits of coupon clipping and yes, I am an avid clipper, but there are bigger and better ways to work within a budget and you would be surprised at what you will find if you take the time to look. Just today, I was handed 4 free kids meals at a lovely, homey Italian/Pizza restaurant because I simply walked in and asked to see the menu with my kids in tow. Tonight we ate out - veggies and all - for less than it would cost for me to cook at home.<br />
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1) If eating out, always go during happy hour. The prices are cut in half for both food and drink.<br />
2) Find places that offer free kids meals - some of our favorite local haunts offer free meals - 2 per adult - on certain days of the week. Once they get to know you, they are usually tolerant of others.<br />
3) Ask if they can cut portions in half or split portions - I have yet to meet a restaurant that will not accomodate this request when they see me alone with four kids. It's worth asking - all they can say is "no."<br />
4) Frequent the same stores often. When people know your family they are kind. I have had loads of groceries "loaned" to me when needed. We bake them cookies and the kids write thank-yous - as do I - for getting us through difficult times. THe lady in Costco GAVE US her free Thanksgiving turkey this year......a real blessing.<br />
5) Check out your local library. Ours not only has books, music and DVD's, but also Culture Passes - I can check out 2 passes to various museums, zoos and events per month which cover admission for four - a life saver!<br />
6) Look for dress rehearsal and opening night performances.......I have never paid more than $12 per ticket for Disney on Ice, Ringling Brothers, and various other performances. While Wednesday night might not be the most convenient time to bring the kids out - the experience is worth it.<br />
7) Write lots of letters and put your pride on a shelf......this is hard, I know, but so worth it. You can get subscribtions, opportunities and wonderful experiences if you simply ask. We received 5 tickets to Wet n' Wild this summer because of a bad experience that I addressed. In Disney, we were granted an extention of our annual pass because I asked. <br />
8) When your ex offers to take the kids shopping for a gift, have them suggest a gift card to the supermarket, the movies or any other place you know you will have to spend money. Then, tuck it away for a rainy day!<br />
9) Look for scholarships......Look hard. I sent two kids to a wonderful sleep away camp for the price of one because I asked. They rode horses, swam, paddled boats and made friends that they are still in contact with.<br />
10) PLAN YOUR MENU around the sales in the stores - and hit 2 or three if you have to. You can now download coupons onto your shoppers card so there is no need to clip and save. Plan nutricious meals around the circular and the coupons you have......you'll save hundreds of dollars.<br />
11) Buy the soda on sale - even if not your favorite. I am a diehard DIET COKE fan, but if it's Pepsi on sale, it's Pepsi I drink. Seltzer is much cheeper and can be flavored. I know....I know.....<br />
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Most importantly, do something for yourself every single week. A walk? A nap? A pedicure? All these savings make these things possible. I used to feel guilty for such indulgences - I don't anymore. Dragging yourself down benefits no one - least of all, YOU! This is very hard when the kids are young, I know.......I began this journey when my kids were ages 8 to 2. If you can't do it now, just know there is light at the end of the tunnel and the effort you put in now will be so very worth it later.<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-60506882635017405942009-12-28T19:12:00.000-08:002009-12-28T19:18:22.890-08:00Joy....or NOT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea5U6xZstio/Szl0XolXjFI/AAAAAAAAC44/F7-fTanpucY/s1600-h/xmas+card+09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea5U6xZstio/Szl0XolXjFI/AAAAAAAAC44/F7-fTanpucY/s400/xmas+card+09.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>You know that feeling when you look at a Christmas card or an online photo and the expression on the faces doesn't gel with the meaning behind the eyes?! When the card is so controlled, planned, contrived that you have to wonder what the heck is really going on there because it's not reality?!<br />
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I find this interesting.<br />
Telling.<br />
Incredibly disturbing.<br />
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Should one have to work so hard at happiness that they need to show their joy on film?<br />
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When my kids started modeling years ago, the direction was "Do not smile, I want to see the natural you." This, from one of the best photographers in the world. He would talk to them and capture them naturally - doing what they do - off beat and wonderful. These pictures still hang on our walls and adorn our albums.<br />
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There was no dramatic effort involved.<br />
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Why is it that people need to put drama into their Christmas cards? My very favorite card EVER was of my two oldest (before the others were born) in their jammies all dishevelved on the couch in black and white. I try hard to capture these natural moments on a daily basis. I don't pose my kids for cards - I capture them This years pix was a fun, photographic playdate - no money, nothing to do, let's play photographer.<br />
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My love for photography started late, when I stood at my in-laws 50th anniversary party and watched what the paid photographer did. I can do this~~~~ I thought. I was divorced that same week and bought myself a camera as a "reward." I KNEW I could do better - without the fanfare, the computers and the lights. Honestly......a great point and shoot is easier to deal with than an SLR....but I use both and multiple lenses. <br />
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I have not gone after a business because I work full time plus two and have health insurance to consider. But, it's a hobby I adore. A hobby that helps me create wonderful gifts for those I love. A hobby that has afforded me the window into many friends lives. A hobby that makes people smile.<br />
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Real joy is just that.....REAL. It need not be posed It need not be work. My favorite photos capture my kids and friends in natural light doing what they do naturally.<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-77324576396328622132009-12-28T12:32:00.000-08:002009-12-28T12:42:54.783-08:00Divorce is not always a BAD Thing!<div class="module moduleText color0" id="mod_1062674"><div class="txtd" id="txtd_1062674">We were all taught that divorce is bad. Period. Why? Because we were taught that marriage is sacred. That marriage is the union between two people who are in love (or not yet, in the matter of arranged marriage) under God. And we were taught that God is good and anything away from His grace is <i>bad</i>. <br />
I'm Jewish and I believe that any marriage is worth saving. But I'm also a pragmatic and I have even recommended a couple of friends to go ahead with their decision to divorce their partners. That is because I believe divorce is <i>not always</i> bad. <br />
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Worst case scenario for a divorce is spousal abuse. Sure, the couple can go to see a counsellor on that matter. In many cases, however, it is probably safer for the abused spouse to just leave. Here, divorce isn't such a bad thing. It might even save one's life. <br />
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Then there is the irreparable difference, unresolved by marriage counseling. There is the cheating spouse that won't work to repair the damage. When the couples don't even talk to each other anymore or can't stand each other anymore perhaps to the point of only wanting to hurt each others' feelings, divorce seems to be the best strategy. <br />
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What about children? That's the hardest factor in deciding to divorce. Children do thrive better when their parents are together. I remain, however, a little bit skeptical, especially considering the possible short- and long-term emotional and social effects on children when their parents can't stand each other anymore. Isn't it the childrens right, too, to experience that their parents are happy individuals unrestrained by the state of their marriage? Children thrive better when their parents are happy even when separated, Research supports this fully.<br />
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People change. Having spent considerable time with my ex, I can honestly say I no longer recognize this person as the once I married. The words spoken and the overall demeanor, the love and dedication to family, the softness that was one in his heart are gone - not just toward me, but toward everyone. We have nothing in common but for the children we share. Sad, but true. Would this be the case had his heart been willing to do the necessary work to repair his brokenness? I don't know. Counseling was not an option for him. Someone once said something to me that I will never forget, "His level of entitlement is <i>breathtaking</i>." That line sums it all up into one perfectly phrased package.<br />
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Was this always the case? I don't know that either. I saw him through a filter that tolerated - and even loved what I now see as fatal personality flaws. <br />
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In conclusion, no, divorce is not <i>always </i>bad. There are circumstances where the benefits of divorce exceed its cost. This is, however, not an excuse to make divorce as the feasible exit strategy when things go awry in a marriage. There are ways to resolve dilemmas or problems in any marriage. It only takes courage, patience, and perseverance, and the desire to save the marriage. <br />
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Second, I was increasingly anxious about encounters with relatives and friends. I didn’t look forward to questions or comments regarding my divorce. Opinions were served up like hors-douvers - often in front of my children who were very young. This was personal and painful, and I wanted to keep it private, but for the few close friends and family members who shouldered and shared my pain. Divorce, it is said, is worse than death because it is a choice ~even harder to bare during such a festive, family centered time of the year.<br />
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I made it through that first year, and the next, and the next. Now, five years later, I’ve healed much, and once again I enjoy the holidays. However, I still experience the temptation to give in to loneliness or discouragement, especially when I am invited to affairs where couples will be. But my current struggles are not over a relationship gone bad, but learning to accept my “state” and maintaining a proper focus ~ one that is family centered and joyous. Perhaps it would be easier if I had an ex that actively co-parented his children and treated me with respect, but I do not thus the wound remains somewhat open.<br />
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Let’s face it, for single parents, the holidays can be difficult, and even painful—especially when we desire to spend them with someone special. In my case, I have no immediate family so I lost more than just a spouse, I lost a whole lifestyle. The temptation to feel incomplete, discouraged or even depressed can be overwhelming. The financial struggles are real all year and are magnified during this time and memories creep in of traditions that are no longer.<br />
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For you singles who were a “couple” last year but who, through divorce, widowhood, separation or the breakup of a courtship, find yourselves alone again, it can be downright devastating to face family members without your significant other. People may try to pretend all is normal, or they may feel it necessary to comment. But there is always a degree of discomfort accompanied by the continual reminder of failure and loss. For those who just haven’t found “Mr. Right,” there’s pressure from well-meaning family members to get hitched, especially those who see you only this time of year. If you’ve been there, then you know all too well the questions and comments. Probably the worst is “I can’t understand why someone as nice … pretty … smart … ________ (you fill in the blank) as you can’t find someone.” Their intentions may be good, but they don’t realize their comments have the effect of pouring salt on an open wound. I liken it to a couple facing fertility problems receiving constant comments about when they will <i>finally</i> start a family. Whatever your situation, if you’re plagued by feelings of loneliness or find yourself dreading the holiday season because of the lack of a mate, you can still experience victory in your single life even through the holidays.<br />
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In time, I found it helpful to develop a strategy for dealing with well-meaning relatives and friends. What worked for me was to respond to questions or comments by simply saying "thank-you.". I would then switch the subject. They caught on and left that topic alone. It is also helpful to understand that many of our older loved ones (parents and grandparents) are communicating a desire to see us become “whole” or “complete” in their lifetimes. Unfortunately, they believe this can only be accomplished through marriage.<br />
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Help your newly formed family develop new Christmas traditions and rituals:<br />
Invite people into your home to see how you celebrate Christmas. In our home, it is both Christmas and Chanukah - honoring both sides of my children's heritage. A few years back, a good friend gave me a great idea. Each child in our home picks a special Christmas cookie to bake with Mom alone as a gift to the family. They also get their own night to choose the holiday movie which we share as a family. The Elf on the Shelf has also become a holiday staple. This little guy finds a new hiding place daily to watch over the children in our home and the littlest members of our household seek him out daily.<br />
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One thing I have learned is that you must help children obtain gifts for the single parent and other family members. Do you have any idea how hard it must be for a child to try and figure out how to get mom or dad a present? There is no other parent to take the child shopping. As a child, you don’t want to ask your parent for money to buy the parent’s own present. Many children can’t ask the other parent for money or a ride. They know this may set off the equivalent to a major war. Think about your own children. What do they do for your present? In our home, each child picks out something which they "work off" doing extra chores. Each child also picks gifts for the others......again, "working off" the expense by contributing to our home. For us, this includes recognizing Daddy as well. They really do "earn" the money to proudly say, "This is from me." Many of our gifts are also handmade. After the children make their gifts, my oldest takes charge and set up an evening or a Saturday for the children to wrap their gifts What is important is that the children get into the spirit of giving and that they see that all family members are included. I learned this lesson the very first year I was separated when my oldest, without my knowledge, went door to door "selling snacks" to the neighbors to make money to buy me a gift. That, in itself, was probably the single-most eye opening performance of my life.<br />
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Lastly, honor the other parent for your children are 50% of the person he/she is. Standing on ceremony is unproductive and delivers a wrong message. While I do not expect to be recognized, I do make sure they do what is right in their hearts. This is the time of year to model in yourself the people you wish them to become. <div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-28646172425891432262009-12-04T06:59:00.001-08:002009-12-04T06:59:57.575-08:00Keeping the Children FirstChildren of separated families may find the holiday season to be more difficult than usual.<br />
<ul><li>Children may feel anxious from the excess chaos</li>
<li>They may feel caught in the middle as parents negotiate who spends what time where</li>
<li>They may feel resentful at having to leave friends and family to stay with a non-custodial parent</li>
<li>Children may feel overwhelmed and exhausted as they are shuffled back and forth between houses</li>
<li>They may feel as though they wish they could "split themselves in half" so that each parent will be satisfied</li>
<li>They may feel sad as they reminisce on holidays when the family was still together</li>
<li>Kids may miss one parent while spending time with the other</li>
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</ul><h3 class="dynamic">Tips for Divorced Parents to Survive the Holidays</h3>There are many things that both parents can do to enjoy the holidays and ease the transition for their children.<br />
<ul><li>Teach the child to embrace his expanded family and the fact that he gets to celebrate the holidays twice</li>
<li>Do not over-indulge the child with too many presents or candy; this is not healthy for anyone</li>
<li>One parent should not compete with the other over who gets the child a "better gift" – if possible, strategize with the other parent to ensure even gift-giving</li>
<li>Have a set schedule, preferably one that is set by family court. Typically, parents should alternate holidays each year. This takes the burden off the child having to decide where he would like to spend his time and also minimize arguing between parents</li>
<li>Let the child in on the schedule in advance so that they know what to expect</li>
<li>Put differences aside – do not argue with an ex-spouse in front of the child</li>
<li>Teach the child what the holiday is truly about so that they can better appreciate the experience</li>
<li>Plan fun outings and make new traditions such as caroling, ice skating, or catching a new movie in between the holidays to minimize the importance of a single big celebration</li>
<li>Keep time together simple so that the child does not feel overburdened and overwhelmed</li>
<li>Set a positive example so that the child is able to enjoy himself; parents should express their own frustrations to another adult, not to their child</li>
<li>Recognize that most children want and need contact with both of their parents, especially during the holidays</li>
<li>Allow the child to have phone or email contact with the other parent, especially on the holiday itself</li>
<li>Allow the child to vent any frustrations</li>
<li>Love and celebrate the child during these special times</li>
</ul>The best thing that both parents can do is to recognize and be aware of their child’s emotions during this sensitive time. There is no time like the holidays for parents embroiled in separation disagreements to find a common ground – teaching their child to enjoy the magic of the season.<br />
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Avert that accident by exploring some new avenues! If you have children, either young or grown:<br />
<ul><li> <div class="list">Try to achieve a cooperative give-and-take of special days with your ex. If your children are adults, you shouldn't have to talk to him or her directly. Explain to your children that you do want to celebrate with them, but don't want to put them in a stressful position with their other parent. Talk over plans for Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa or other family occasions. For the children's comfort, be willing to alternate holidays with your ex. The last thing you want is for your children to dread the whole holiday season.<br />
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<li> <div class="list">Don't try to exactly recreate the holidays of the past. The absence of the other parent will cast an enormous pall over what can be a lovely new-family time. Try keeping some specific, past activities, but changing others. Eat in the living room instead of the dining room, or have a picnic on the floor in front of the fireplace. Or eat out at a fancy, funky or unusual restaurant.<br />
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<li> <div class="list">Look for alternative dates to hold your traditional family gathering. Mom wants to do Thanksgiving at her place? How about Dad starting a traditional chili and games night at his place the night before (or after) Thanksgiving. On Christmas, if Dad is looking forward to the big Christmas Day festivities, Mom could pick Christmas Eve for a family tree trimming and caroling party. You get the idea. Try to be flexible you'll reduce everyone's stress levels.<br />
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<li> <div class="list">Make your own plans for those holidays when the kids will be with their other parent. Sitting home alone, wallowing in self-pity would be a major downer, so just don't do it (unless you get iced in, in which case everybody in your region will be doing the same).<br />
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</ul>If you don't have children or if they will be elsewhere:<br />
<ul><li> <div class="list">Ask around at church or at work and see who else doesn't have plans for That Day. They may be single, divorced or simply have family out of town. Make plans with one or more of them to come to your place for a potluck. That creates a warm, extended family atmosphere, especially if you throw in some singing and game playing. Your new extended family may decide to come together on several holidays a year, bringing their children and/or out-of-town relatives when they're available.<br />
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<li> <div class="list">Do you have distant relatives aunts, uncles, cousins whom you rarely see? They might love an invitation to a holiday dinner at your place.<br />
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<li> <div class="list">Reach outside yourself and lend a helping hand to others. Sign up to help serve the holiday meal at your local Salvation Army or volunteer to help at a nearby hospital or family shelter. Check with various charities to see what kinds of help they may need. They all have trouble lining up volunteers for holidays, so any time you can contribute will be heartily appreciated! This has a couple of side benefits. First, you won't have time to think about your problems while you're concentrating on others; second, when you get back home in the evening, you'll feel great about having brightened someone else's holiday.<br />
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</ul>Enjoy all the holidays in warm and loving ways, both old and new!<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-91844036531910861062009-12-04T06:50:00.001-08:002009-12-04T06:50:32.620-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-67037004241076190112009-04-09T18:55:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:58:33.535-07:00Time Does Not Heal All WoundsAmong the most frequently repeated phrases about suffering are that “time heals all wounds” or “this too shall pass.” Time passes. It does not heal. Healing is an active process, not a passive one. If we have a cut and do nothing to clean it out or do not apply a salve, it will probably form a scab. It might take longer and it might develop an infection, but the wound will most likely close and leave a scar.<br /><br />When I was 5 years old, I ran away from home. I didn’t get very far: the downstairs vestibule. I waited what seemed like an eternity for someone to come looking for me. When no one did, I put my hand through a small decorative pane of glass in my attempt to open the door. A little sliver of glass was left in the soft fleshy part of my hand. It closed up with that glass inside.<br /><br />When we experience woundings to our heart, soul and mind, it feels as if we have been torn open. Sometimes we are bleeding, figuratively, from every orifice of our bodies. Eventually the bleeding stops and the wound closes, but what has closed inside? Have we healed or just closed up with our anger, fear, resentment and doubt inside? Occasionally we develop a “weeping wound,” which doctors define as a wound that doesn’t heal because of noxious matter that continues to fester and ooze. How many “weeping wounds” can we sustain before our entire system becomes infected?<br /><br />As we begin to explore the meaning of healing through loss, we discover the ancient spiritual roots of the healing arts. From prehistoric time, the healer or shaman was the most powerful teacher and wise one of the clan. In many languages, the phrase to heal comes from the expression “to be whole,” derived from the belief that when we become sick, we lose our wholeness. Something or someone has broken through our wholeness and caused dis-ease within our body. To heal is to come back into that lost wholeness and ease. Returning to wholeness often means that we must somehow integrate the disease so it is no longer identified as a threat. Once it becomes part of us, we have incorporated what was thought to be a threat into our hearts and souls and minds. This explains how it is possible for someone with an incurable illness to be healed—they can use the disease as a path into wholeness.<br /><br />Healing and curing are two very different concepts. Healing is a spiritual idea and curing is a medical one. Healing is an active process. It doesn’t happen to us; we must participate in the process of our healing. Healing happens for us. It is a gift we give to ourselves in the moment we decide to stay “open” to that which has broken us.<br /><br />In chronic pain management, we are taught not to tighten around the pain but to relax and allow the pain to be present. This is the premise behind the Lamaze Method for childbirth. The idea is that when pain is resisted, it intensifies, When we breathe deeply and acknowledge the presence of pain, it has room to move and can flow through us more readily. Pain is there to tell us something, to warn us of possible danger. This is as true for emotional, spiritual, and mental pain as it is for physical pain. When pain speaks, we need to listen. All it takes is paying attention to our pain so that when it comes, we remember to breathe and get soft. We don’t want to fight with our pain. We want to learn from it.<br /><br />Time does not heal. But healing does take time. Give yourself the gift of time. To become whole means that as we open to the pain, we open to the loss. We break open and, as a consequence, we get bigger and include more of life. We include what would have been “lost” to us if our hearts and minds had closed against the pain. We include what would have been lost if we had not taken the time to heal. As singer-songwriter Carly Simon tells us: “There’s more room in a broken heart.”<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-42167140043225817572009-03-07T09:41:00.001-08:002009-04-04T19:36:13.435-07:00Thoughts from others.......<span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;">Your children need your presence more than your presents. ~Jesse Jackson<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;">Although there are many trial marriages... there is no such thing as a trial child. ~Gail Sheehy<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><br />What a child doesn't receive he can seldom later give. ~P.D. James, <i>Time to Be in Earnest</i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;">Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad. ~Author Unknown</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;">A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all. ~Washington Irving<br /><br /></span>You see an awful lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.<br /><br /><b style="font-size: x-small;">Erica Jong </b><br /><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><br /></span>Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.<br /><br /><b style="font-size: x-small;">Lewis Carroll</b><br /><br />Why do men like intelligent women? Because opposites attract.<br /><br /><b style="font-size: x-small;">Kathy Lette </b><br /><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-56504760623600807912009-01-14T05:43:00.001-08:002009-01-14T05:44:00.448-08:00<strong><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >Poem by Derek Walcott:<br /><br /><div> </div> <div>the time will come</div> <div>when, with elation,</div> <div>you will greet yourself arriving</div> <div> at your own door, in your own mirror,</div> <div>and each will smile at the other's welcome.</div> <div> </div> <div>and say, sit here. eat.</div> <div>you will love again the stranger who is yourself.</div> <div>give back your heart</div> <div>to itself, to the stranger</div> <div>who has loved you.</div> <div> </div> <div>all your life, whom you ignored</div> <div>for another, who knows you by heart.</div> <div>take down the love letters from the bookshelf.</div> <div> </div> <div>the photographs, the desperate notes,</div> <div>peel your own image from the mirror.</div> <div>sit. feast on YOUR life.<br /></div></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-36965672056157838072009-01-03T07:40:00.001-08:002009-01-03T08:48:19.399-08:004 my 4 (part I)Hey Guys,<br />We just celebrated our fourth holiday season as a family of 5. It's hard to believe how fast the years have flown! Now, ages 12,10,71/2 and 6, you are active participants in everything from the cooking to the cleaning and even the wrapping. We are a team - a winning team!<br /><br />Do you realize the journey you have taken? Since 2005, you have packed and moved 3 times! (4, if you include the months at Nana and Poppy's) You have stood by as The Mom navigated two quarantines and surgery. You have attended three different schools! You bravely hopped an airplane for an unknown land and made a foreign place your home. You have grown from clingy, scared children into confident, kind and hardworking people. <br /><br />Jammers, it was not that long ago that you secretly packed snack bags and went door to door selling treats to make money to buy The Mom a Christmas present. You came home with $15 that day! Now, you babysit. You are a wonderful flutist who entertains us with beautiful music. You are a service club member, a friend, a caretaker and a big sister. You are 12. Sometimes you are a wise guy with a tone that makes The Mom frown. You have spent a good deal of time with lost privilages because of that tone! (Secretly, I know it's normal. I was no different at 12, but I can't tell you that!) You love the outdoors and spend hours and hours exploring, biking and skateboarding. You toughed out that gym class you despised everyday without a complaint and you now run miles. I never have to tell you to do your homework - it's usually done before I even ask. A voracious reader, I can't get books fast enough before you finish them. I love your creativity and, although you still have that funny fascination with little tiny pieces of paper that drives me crazy, you make beautiful things. You taught your sister to ride her bike and your brother to start reading. The miles you've journied, my precious girl.<br /><br />Liney......When we began this journey you were such an anxious soul you would vomit at the drop of a hat! Do you remember when you were the sheep in the Christmas play and you exited the progression, went to the bathroom to throw-up and got back on line to perform?!?!?! We still laugh at that, don't we? This Christmas, you and your trumpet could not get on that stage fast enough to the pleasure of the BIG crowd watching. You took a lead role in the Rome Play, you went away to camp for a week and you and your neighbors performed a New Years concert for the neighborhood on the driveway! You are so very nurturing to your younger siblings and neighbors and you are an amazing student and artist. Someday, my friend, you will actually have to put in some effort to get those terrific grades, but for now, you have it easy! Your art work is so beautiful that other parents constantly tell me about your talent. You are a beautiful writer and creator. You too, love the outdoors and I love seeing my lazy girl frolicking on the streets with her siblings and friends. That bike has logged many, many miles!!!!! You are still my little diva and the shopping queen, but you are learning (slowly) that money does not have to burn a hole in your pocket - delayed gratification is a good thing and the rewards are greater. Liney, you are a friend, a talent and an intellect. What will you become?<br /><br />Puddin': The baby who never cried; you are still smiling. There has never been a child with a better attitude, a happier disposition or a kinder heart. We began this journey when you were just four years old - barely out of diapers! Now, look at you! You have worked so hard that you are reading, you are playing sports - you worked for hours until you mastered that bicycle. Some things are a bit harder for you and you treat each and every one with a smile - even encouraging your younger brother without a hint of jealousy. You are most noted for your funny "one liners" (at least one makes it back to me in the hallways at school each day!), your smile, your wonderful ability to make friends and your perseverence. Everyone who knows you, loves you. You are an actress and you love the stage. You were the star of many a film this year as the teachers had to produce podcasts - everyone wanted to use you and you soaked up every minute! You sing beautifully and all day and night. You love Brownies, theater, art and music and you love people. You are the first to hit the sheets at night and the last to awake in the morning. You keep us all laughing, laughing, laughing. I am so proud of you, dear Puddin'! You want to be a pop star someday and y'know what, with your talent and charisma, you just might be!<br /><br />The Boy: could life be any easier for you?!?! You've been "all mine" since you were just two years old - the sole boy in an all girl world. That doesn't stop you one bit. Snakes, sports, school - you've got it all under control and you smile and laugh endlessly. Before you could walk, you used to peddle your tiny trike around the house to get from here to there so it was no surprise when you took the training wheels off your big two wheeler and took off down the street in seconds. You love balls, you love dirt, you love art and you love teasing your sisters! You took that tarantula out of it's cage to dangle in front of the girls just to hear them scream! (Secretly, I was laughing inside even though I had to intervene!) You amaze me, little guy. Nothing stops you from succeeding and you are fearless. Still, with all of your confidence and talent, you crawl beside Mom in the middle of the night to sleep - your little arm wrapped around me and your feet tucked under. That's okay. I know you won't want anything to do with me when you are 12 so I eat it up inside. Watching you grow has has been a pleasure. You will do great things one day, my son!<br /><br />My four babies, you make me laugh, you make me cry and sometimes, you make me scream; but you always make me proud. Our life is not always easy. Sometimes it scrambled eggs for dinner until pay day. You don't mind. You take it all in stride. Life has taught you those lessons early and, believe it or not, those lessons will make life easier as you grow. You understand that you must work hard for the things you want and that hard work pays off. Nothing has been handed to you and you have learned to appreciate the things that you have. <br /><br />While I would not have chosen this journey for you, many good things have come from it. We have a long way to go, but this team will make it - together.<br /><br />I love you all very much,<br />Mom<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-50129544206376322192009-01-02T19:51:00.000-08:002009-01-02T20:27:12.123-08:00Reflecting on 08''Last year started on a bad note. I should have known.......<br /><br />My trip home 12 months ago was wrought with an amazing lot of "stuff." ( Family stuff, money stuff, friend stuff!) Truly, I wanted the plane back home - fast!<br /><br />This year I've lost many, found many and met many. I was accused of things that didn't occur,<br />( I don't defend myself well, but.......) I was in court again....(and no, I have no control over the outcome friends , he is as protected as am I) I wasn't sure who I was at times, I said so-long to dear friends and I met new friends. (My heart still holds a place for those that have moved on.) I always want to do the right thing and at times, I don't know what that is. Sometimes I did the wrong thing. Sometimes dear friends couldn't deal with the right thing - they couldn't deal with the truth. I was there once too and sometimes I awake in the middle of the night and question where I am.<br /><br />I have to do what is right for me and my family - regardless of popular opinion. AND we are in a great place! I am not out to impress anyone and that realization was the liberation.<br /><br />I have had the most beautiful New Year!<br /><br />My kids did a concert on the driveway and the neighbors (Bless their hearts), pulled out the lawn chairs and supported the cause!<br /><br />I have reconnected with so many people, I am speechless.<br /><br />I have the BEST neighborhood a single mom could ever hope for! (The kids play from morning til' nite!)<br /><br />I have no complaints!<br /><br />I wish you all a most wonderful New Year and to those that have moved on, I miss you and will always hold you dear in my heart. I wish you the same. No heart feelings. No regrets.<br />I will always be here for you if you need me.<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-24351116064683128642009-01-01T22:52:00.000-08:002009-01-01T23:04:46.790-08:00I'm All About HumorI love to laugh. I can take just about any situation in life and I can find humor. It's probably my best quality - among others......:)<br />However, as my kids reach the preteen, difficult years - I'm not laughing. <br /><br />It's hard to be the single disciplinarian in a child's life. I look mean much of the time! I don't want to be mean, but the kids need boundaries and rules and all of that yucky stuff we hated when we were their ages.<br /><br />They don't argue with the consequences. They know.<br /><br />What I remind them (and myself) is that it is easier NOT to discipline. Their behavior makes my life HARDER. Because I LOVE them, I must intervene, correct and redirect - 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.<br /><br />When I have the chance, I take a short nap so I can get up and do it all over again. (They usually wake me during this slumber with a silly question......)<br /><br />SO I laugh cause it's all just so silly. Tomorrow I will be on the very same journey. <br /><br />It's the ticked I signed for! I love them even though they make me very, very crazy!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-78523465298398638812008-12-23T10:34:00.000-08:002008-12-23T10:37:47.649-08:00StandardsThe only person that should have to live up to your standards is YOU!<br />Let everyone else off the hook.<br />Pass no judgments.<br />Chances are you are wrong. <br /><br />When one comes to this place of understanding, it is liberating. The energy changes and the world is a much happier place. <br /><br />It's a lot easier to face each day when you are your only force to be reckoned with!<br /><br />Enjoy the holidays! Live up to your standards and let the chips fall as they may!<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-39801603014569930092008-12-16T11:00:00.000-08:002008-12-16T11:01:45.101-08:00Thoughts<div name="pastedNode" align="center">YOU can't make another person feel loved.</div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center"> </div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center"><em>If they aren't capable of loving themselves</em></div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center"><em>in the first place...they are not going to feel</em></div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center"><em>loved by you, either</em>.</div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center"> </div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center">Your love can't heal another persons wounds.</div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center">Your love can't fill their heart.</div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center"> </div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center">In fact, your love may only serve as a reminder of their failure to love themselves.</div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center"> </div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center"><em><strong>Your love CAN call out to someone else's love and</strong></em></div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center"><em><strong>wake it from a deep sleep, but it can't actually fill someone's emptiness.</strong></em></div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center"> </div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center">Same goes for you, too.</div> <div name="pastedNode" align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-54875093061795810942008-12-10T11:25:00.001-08:002008-12-10T11:25:41.647-08:00HappinessIf you take your happiness<br />and put it in someone's hands....<br />sooner or later<br /> <br />they will break it,<br />or take it away.<br /> <br />When we get married,<br />we exchange rings<br />expecting the other person<br />will make us happy.<br /> <br />Big mistake: basing our happiness<br />on our partner.<br /> <br />Happiness can only come from inside of you<br />as a result of your love,<br />you are responsible for your happiness.<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381536827632329391.post-36060794565965096242008-12-09T20:35:00.001-08:002008-12-09T20:35:52.378-08:00Each problem has hidden in it an opportunity so powerful that it literally dwarfs the problem. The greatest success stories were created by people who recognized a problem and turned it into an opportunity... Out of clutter, find simplicity. From discord, find harmony.<br />- Albert Einstein<div class="blogger-post-footer">All original writings and photography on this site are the sole property of the author.</div>A Musing Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486867650836339168noreply@blogger.com0