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They’ve taught me….

February 24, 2016

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Because of them I am the mother I am. Because of them I am me…..

My mother has  taught me how to be a strong independent woman, who can do anything and everything. She’s sat beside me while my world’s crumbled to pieces, and silently held me up until I could myself, and she’s taught me I am OK! She’s taught me graceful strength. To be assertive while being kind. To be accepting yet cautious. She’s taught me to be a mother. She taught me to be me.

My father has taught me I’m never alone. He has taught me not to settle and not to give up. He’s taught me failure is OK, as long as you try. He’s taught me to laugh. He’s taught me I am good enough, never to settle. He’s taught me how to succeed. He’s taught me to say what I mean and mean what I say. He’s taught me to be a mother. He’s taught me to be me.

My grandparents have taught me to laugh. They’ve taught me resilience. They’ve taught me life is short. That life is always beautiful. They’ve taught me acceptance. They’ve taught me humour. They’ve taught me if you can’t laugh at yourself, you’ve wasted a laugh. They’ve taught me to be real. They’ve taught me to use my voice. They’ve taught me confidence. They’ve taught me to be a mother. They’ve taught me to be me.

My brother and sister he’s taught me grit. They’ve taught me to push myself. To better myself. He’s taught me to enjoy life. She’s taught me sisters don’t have to be blood. They’ve taught me perseverance. They’ve taught me to stand up, not to be pushed around or walked over. They’ve taught me friendship. They’ve taught me to be a mother. They’ve taught me to be me.

My aunts and uncles and cousins have taught me not to take life to seriously. They’ve taught me family means you always have someone, and everyone always has someone. They’ve taught me to cherish individual relationships.  They’ve taught me to follow your heart and your passion. They’ve taught me support. They’ve taught me to be a mother. They’ve taught me to be me.

My other mother and father have taught me appreciation. They’ve taught me determination. They’ve taught me self love and they’ve taught me to hold my head high. They’ve taught me to try new things and they’ve taught me to get back up when I fall. They’ve taught me I am loved. They’ve taught me to be a mother. They’ve taught me to be me.

My husband has taught me unconditional love. He’s taught me that even if you have no idea what you are doing, with the right person you can do it all. He’s taught me pride. He’s taught me true joy. And he’s taught me strength. He’s taught me to climb mountains and he’s taught me someone will always catch me when I fall. He’s taught me to just breathe. He’s taught me that even when it’s dark there’s always a light. He’s taught me to let go. He’s taught me to accept what I can’t change. And he’s taught me patience. He’s taught me I am good enough. He’s taught me to be a mother. He’s taught me to be me.

My children have taught me unwavering and undying love. They’ve taught me to be fierce. They’ve taught me that there’s more to life than me. They’ve taught me patience, perseverance, strength and determination. They’ve taught me weird is good. They’ve taught me real. They’ve taught me life is cruel and mean and hateful, but they’ve taught me those things don’t matter because it’s also surprising and wonderful and ever changing. They’ve taught me to stand tall. They’ve taught me nothing else matters. They’ve taught me I am capable. They’ve taught me compassion and empathy and wisdom. They’ve taught me bravery and courage. They’ve taught me love. They’ve taught me everything I needed to know.

They’ve taught me to be a mother.
They’ve taught me who I am.

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Lessons from grandpa

January 5, 2015

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My grandpa was my hero and I his little  angel.
12 years have passed since I lost one of the most influential people in my life. My grandpa would be celebrating his 100 th birthday this month, one special occasion we shared. 

The man should have never made it to where he did (being highly premature in 1915 was not what it is today, fighting the front lines of the entire second world war was almost unheard of) but in doing so he brought so much to so many. My Grandpa taught me many many lessons.  Most of which can be transferred to all parts of life.

1. Humour : laugh. ALOT. At funny things but also yourself.  Laughing at yourself, your mistakes, your comical errors will lessen the load.  Life can be funny,make it so.

2.  Tell your story: The only thing my grandpa didn’t speak of often was his war years.  Otherwise the man told stories and shared memories, always! Those stories and memories gave me a huge appreciation for years passed, what hard times really mean, and that everyone has a story to share, everyone has been through tragedies, and we are not here to lessen them, judge or criticize.
We all have a voice, use it and use it wisely.

3.   Friendliness/kindness :One of my fondest memories is morning coffee at the local coffee shop every morning to enjoy a hot chocolate with the farmers and the wives, and the trips tucked in the back seat to the nearest city for Sunday trips during my visits.  Both entailed meeting friends and strangers alike. And strangers become friends. Smile at people, start a conversation, it may just be the best thing you’ve done in a while. I never heard the man dismiss someone or be rude.  He taught me to be kind, to everyone until proven otherwise, then still be kind.

4. Commitment.  This is from both grandpa and grandma.  Don’t just walk away from a marriage, home, friendship because this moment is tough.  When you make a commitment, follow through. My grandpa returned from war, married grandma and brought baggage like most of us would turn away from.  She stood by him, loved him and truly was his better half.  He was the oldest home dialysis patient in Canada.  Three times a day those two would sit down for the treatment, grandma administrating, grandpa talking.  They taught me perseverance and strength, that even during the bad there can be wonderful.  All because of a commitment they took seriously.

5. Hard work: the man worked hard. I often sat in his workshop while he tinkered.  The smell of sawdust still tears me up.  Sure by this time he was retired, but his hands were never idle.  He taught me to take pride in my work and in myself.  He taught me I was good enough, smart enough and determined enough to do whatever I wanted to do. The quiet moments we shared puttering were some of the best and carried the biggest lessons of all.  He believed in me, trusted me and showed me that giving up was never an option.

6. Take time for yourself : grandpa loved his naps, his cartoons and his wood shop.  I believe that those moments were his and his alone.  Time to think, ponder, reflect. He genuinely liked his own company. I watched and learned that no matter what is going on, it is perfectly acceptable to take that myself moment.  To say no, to rest when you need and to enjoy your own company, so you can be the best you. Heck if you don’t like yourself it’s kind of hard for others to!

7. Be you : my grandpa taught me that being me was enough.  Even if it took me a while to get it.  He always always accepted not only me for me, but others as well just the way we were.  He didn’t care what colour you were, what size you wore, how many degrees you held, or how much money you had.  He only cared if you were decent and kind. And when you messed that up, he still liked ya! He loved me enough to prove to me that I was loved, unconditionally, for always.

Yes lessons learned from grandpa are some of life’s best lessons.

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Good grief, indeed!

December 14, 2014

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Ahhhh good old Charlie Brown! Sums up this week perfectly!
As I’ve mentioned this is an extremely busy time of year for myself, I’ve also mentioned that this isn’t the easiest time of year for dude.

There’s been a few signs here and there the past few weeks, that that ever so touchy balance was starting to tip.
  But I’m going to be honest, I just kept thinking they were still only a few, it’s Christmas season and I’m not sure I have time to deal with anything other than work right now so I let those signs not necessarily ignored but definitely not front and centre either because I really don’t have time for appointments, phone calls and I am dog tired to boot. Does that mean I’m a horrible mom? I don’t think so, I think any parent of a sick child sometimes just wishes positive thinking will be enough, I know I’m notorious for that, and in the meantime I miss signs that looking back I wish I hadn’t, enter all the mom guilt possible.

Apparently no matter how hard I try to pretend things are fine, sometimes they don’t listen or follow my schedule dammit!

One sign things are tipping is dude feels sick all the time, his stomach has always been a physical radar for us to use, but with flu season upon us, gallons of milk being drunk it is also sometimes hard to read the cause.
Another tell tale sign is his telling his head to shut up. For most of us we self talk in our heads, but when things are particularly tough he will voice it.
The sniffles are back, a sign he’s stressed to the max.
The rapid mood cycles hit late this week, along with crippling panic.
Then there’s the paranoia, it’s not full blown, it’s something most wouldn’t even pick up on, but thank God his teachers know these subtle signs.
Needless to say that this week I am grateful for a phenomenal team supporting him, it’s crucial we all communicate because we all see different pieces of the puzzle.
The teachers who alert administration (also Nana in our case), administration doing an assessment and comforting and contacting his psychologist who be lines for the school and spends the morning with him until I can get there, the doctor who rearranges schedules so we can see him next week instead of next month. How important the communication is  is more than I can put on words.

Apparently bipolar gave two shits about his mom’s schedule and made one of it’s own. 
Surprising, not really. Inconvenient, yup.
Does it matter  nope.
What matters is not only we caught this spiral before it was deeper and that dude himself has found an awareness about his illness that makes the break a bit more manageable on his part. His knowledge that this is just part of his illness brings him a bit of comfort I think.  Though he’s repeatedly said this week he wishes his life wasn’t full of ups and downs, mostly downs. He wishes he could just be normal. And one of his friends upon an explanation to the class asked if there was a cure, would he ever be better? And there’s nothing more my boy would love, it brings him peace knowing that this to shall pass.
What matters more than a few hours missed work is that we have support and a plan to get through this down slide.
What matters more than absolutely anything is that dude knows he is loved, that he is never ever going to travel these roads alone.
And what makes each and every ounce of frantic running, rearranging and super early mornings to fit in Christmas at the shop, and turmoil at home?
When I get home from a day of teaching Christmas classes, I’m bone tired and dude meets me at the door with a hug out of nowhere and says, “mom thank you for always being there for me, especially when I really need it”.

The kid is worth it all and more, but I still think Charlie’s nailed it…. Good grief!

My village…

November 8, 2014

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It takes a village to raise a child.
Nothing is more true.
Though some of us pull away and hibernate when times are tough, I take comfort in knowing my village is always there.
As a mother of a high needs child I have learned just how vital my village is, and just who lives there!
When you have children, any child, your village becomes a bit smaller, and a bit more clear.
You soon find out who is in your village and just who you want in your village!
I know for me with dude’s journey, it became abundantly clear who I needed around us, and who wanted to be around us,  or could accept and handle us.

Being part of a special needs village isn’t always easy. You’ll witness families in turmoil, in crisis, you may feel left out, or taken advantage of.
In my case, I promise none of that’s intentional. But during those tough times it’s hard for parents to see past the moment. And we rely deeply on our village to pop us up. 
You’ll need a strong mind, an understanding mind, and you’ll need to be a kind listener. You’ll need to know when humour is truly the best medicine and when hugs are the only words that help.  And you can be guaranteed, your fellow parents will give you that back ten fold when needed, because they know just how important the village is, and how hard it is to peak your head out some days.

Now I have been blessed, maybe lucky, call it what you will.
My village is strong.  My village is the foundation that I stand on when life is crumbling. My village consists of first and foremost family, a few incredible mom’s I’m lucky enough to call friends,  but my village also employees doctors we trust impeccably, teachers who guide, aides that support. And some of my fellow villagers are amazing second families to my daughter, because she needs a village of love and support of her own as her hut can sometimes be overwhelming with her brothers needs. 

My village wasn’t always always this strong.  Some villagers needed to pack up and move on.  Some I needed to kick out. Because life changes, and so does your village.  Though my core block of villagers gas been with me since day one, and I know that they will always be. 
They have listened,  cried,  filled in,  picked up,  driven, hugged, advised laughed, and loved our little family through the best and the worst of times.
My village has watched us learn and grow. They’ve held me up when the rugs been pulled out, reminded me to eat when the appetite is gone, to sleep when it gets dark, to laugh through the tears, to not take myself so seriously. They’ve taught me the ins and outs of parenthood, of wife hood and of illness.  They’ve taught me courage and strength, kindness and compassion, just by being them. 
My village is full.  My village is strong. My village is kind, my village is non judging and loving.  My village is educated and brilliant.  My village is funny and sweet.  My village is understanding and supportive. 
My village is my village.  And I am so incredibly grateful for my fellow villagers.

Feeling useless, knowing better.

June 18, 2014

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And boy do I feel useless.
Even though it’s good change, how can holidays not be?!  It’s still change.  Add exams, change of aids yada yada yada. And you have a kid whose overloaded, overwhelmed, and done.

I know when rage,and despair hit, it’s not me, but man it still sucks!
Over and over I hear “you don’t understand! “, “I hate this  pain”. How can that not hurt your heart?
I get it, I do understand that he hurts,he can’t handle it, and cant just snap out of ot.
But No I don’t fully understand, who does?!
And that is heart breaking!
When your child is in the throws, and wants to just be done, I mean done,  not school, but life.  When they voice that they just want to not hurt, while cocooning so you can’t reach them, and they figure life would be better if: hand into gun, pull trigger.
How do you not feel useless?!

Then we better have a refresher talk with the sibling because it’s hard on them.  They’re confused.  And question and hurt.
One thing that dudes sister has been struggling with is why we don’t do things as a family like other families she knows.
We do our damndest to balance dudes life with his sister’s.
It’s not fair to her that she misses out on thing’s, and it’s not fair to force dude to do things that are hard for him. 
  That usually means she’s off with one parent, while the other stays home.  And typically Dad chauffeur her, mom stays home.  We do things as a family, but between work scedules and life not as frequent or as big as she would like.
So I feel useless as my daughter’s mother.  Because she’s trying to figure it all out from the side lines. We have time together, and talk a lot, but the guilt is still there.

You see bipolar is a family disease.  And each family member is affected. 
Life’s been good, as good as possible.  But with change and stress, the cycles and moods become deeper and more frequent.
And it sucks, and it’s hard, and I hate seeing my child in that sort of pain. And one feeling a bit lost.

But I know my support, my love and my guidance when this cloud passes will be their reason to smile.  As they are mine.
So though I feel useless, I know I’m not.

Love/hate holidays

April 20, 2014

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Holidays scare me.
I love them too but Oh the stress they add.
I love the time spent with family, I love the joy in the kids faces.
But there’s a nagging fear.
As any parent can attest they’re fun,exhausting and yes there’s typically a bit of melt down from the kids at some point.  We all know it,we all dread it.
The thing is we want our kids to be well behaved and well mannered. Nothing wrong with that,but here’s this mom’s truth.
In the bipolar world holidays can be beyond overwhelming!
Dude goes so hypo manic with the excitement in the morning, I fear the neighborhood will be woken at 430 am. Typically with his manic excitement we throw in some anger, together these are hard to manage.
Once the first stage of the day is finished, we have the let down, add a bit more mania, and a dash of anger.
This is just our morning with the four of us, I don’t worry so much.
It’s when we join as a family I start to panic a bit.
He cycles rapidly during exciting days, he love’s the fun it brings, he loves time with cousins.
But that excitement makes the cycles hard to manage.
That’s where we as parents stress.  We almost try to over compensate his moods, which Yup make them worse.
In talking with a friend who to has bipolar I got some good insight of how the day is for my son.
The noise, the people, the keeping it together is extremely hard. So when Dude takes his time alone I know why. Sometimes he’ll eat with us, others not.  Whatever works to make the day smooth!
We always leave early,  not because I don’t want to visit and enjoy the time with loved ones. 
But because Dude is still on his routine, because he needs time to come down off the high, and because we have to deal with the next day.
And if I’m totally honest I am so tired by the time it’s done, from the extremely early morning, to the keeping tabs,helping  him stay  in a good state, on guard waiting for anger or rage,ready to diffuse it if it arises  and most of all because I’ve been quietly stressing all day.
Funny thing is everyone at the function gets it, is patient, is kind.
So why do I still stress about it?
I wish I knew!
I think it’s a bit of just wanting a smooth all around good day (I hate any kind of confrontation, or I’ll ease ) a bit of wanting things to go just right, and more of just wanting my child to enjoy the day without a battle inside!
Today I’m gonna take it as it comes.

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Family, more than just a word.

February 17, 2014

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Today We celebrate family day. So I thought I would dedicate a post to my incredible family!
I grew up with a brother I idolized, a father who taught me strength and a mother that taught me grace.
We were and continue to be a close knit group, 2nd cousins are like first, there’s no great in aunts and uncle’s.  We grew up close to our cousin s and aunt’s and uncle’s, they all continue to be a huge part of my life.
I was extremely close to my grandparents, they were my best friends  my most fierce supporters and truly taught me what to love un conditionally was. When I was young there was nothing better than cresting the hill to the town they lived, I spent many holidays with them, and as I grew up knew I would move to their home town. I did, with my own little family in tow, and though my hero (grandpa) had passed, spending the last few years with my grandma with my own children in tow was the biggest blessing I could have given them. My  daughter built a bond with my grandma that even now that she’s passed remains.  My grandma taught me more than a post can take. But above all she taught me to be a fierce mother!

As my brother and I grew so did our family.  Of course I had to beat him at something and that was marriage. Yup I was young, but upon seeing my husband I told my boss he would be my husband, when you know you know: )
statistically We shouldn’t still be together, We married young,had kids young,struggled financially, and have not had an easy journey with Dude. But here We are, stronger than ever. Loving and laughing as We raise two truly unique amazing kids. I never liked listening to others much, and this time it paid off!
His family accepted me as is. And have truly been my second family.  They support and love us, We laugh,We cry and no matter what I know I am their daughter:)
I always wanted a sister, and since my parents wouldn’t cooperate it was up to my brother to give me one. That he did, and he out did himself.  On our journey my sister in law has constantly been the friend/sister I need. The first person I call or text with news, after my hubby of course. She’s let me rant, let me cry,let me laugh.  She’s raising two empathetic, amazing young men. My brother has come out of the wood work as a patient calm uncle who takes the time to talk to Dude about his interests, and always surprises me with the compassion he shows.
Though my hubby’s brother and family are across the country they to hold a special spot in the hearts of my kids and myself.
Without family We really have nothing.
I am so very lucky that not only are all my cousins and aunts and uncles my family, but some of my very best friends.
I believe family sticks together, I believe in supporting family. I am incredibly fortunate my family feels the same. They truly are my ship when the waves are to big. They learn all they can about dude’s illness and support and love us through it all.
They show endless compassion, empathy,and love as We trudge through the forest that is mental illness and parenting.
Thank together doesn’t cut it for this family of mine. and I’m kinda glad they’re stuck with me: )
“All because two people fell in love”

Let’s get real.

January 31, 2014

I read a blog the other day about real booking, first I laughed my butt off, second I found a lot of truth in the humor!

I am often thankful facebook wasn’t around when my kiddos were little.  Not because I don’t enjoy seeing all the cute pictures, and reading about the little ones of my friends, because I really do.  But because not everyone realizes that what you post is always the reality.  I still find myself comparing when I see a friend share their day, while I have sat in my jammies and just cleaned my house.  I can only imgaine how these can make a new mom feel inadeqate.

 

On the flip side, not every day sucks. 

I work hard ( I run a florist/coffee shop), I’m an early thirties mother of one high needs kid, one typical extremely busy one. But at times I feel like I should still have home baked goodies, a big gourmet supper, etc. Quite frankly they get a decent supper, sometimes roast, sometimes kraft dinner, and I hit the tub for 20 min of me time 🙂 I don’t really have time or care to compare myslf to what so and so did today.  I enjoy seeing their updates, but right now I’m busy.  I’m busy being a mom, yup some nights that means time together, some days that means sitting in my room watching tv, just trying to finsh the day. I’m busy trying to be the best mom I can be.  And for everyone that is different. It has taken me a few years to accept this, and realize all kids are different, which means we parent different.  Some of us work, some of us don’t.  Kudos to both!

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A good day for me, creating and cake !

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 There are so many good moments in my days, I share them.  Some days have a few rough moments, some days are full of them, I share them.  My kids crack me up all the time, I share it.  I am an open book, I don’t sugar coat much (I do refrain from sharing very specific examples of certain things).

My point here is be real, be you. Having a good day, awesome.  Having a shitty one, chin up, this to shall pass 🙂

 

Embrace the moments, the ages and stages. Accept that you are you and be happy with that.
If we were all the same, how fun would that be?
Don’t compare yourself to others, you’re not them, they’re not you.
Love that.
Say what you mean, mean what you say.
Life is to short to try and be anything other than you, and that is good enough!

No apologies needed!

January 29, 2014

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In light of mental health awareness week, my news feed is full of insightful pictures and quotes.  This was one of my favorites so far.
Dude has had a really rough start to the week, after missing school sick last week, getting him back has been even tougher than I expected.
Pure anxiety and panic, resulting in hell for the family, but most of all him.
I’ve learned that there are things I can control as his mother (respect, tone of voice etc), and things I really have no control over (moods, etc). As a woman and especially a mother accepting I can’t control things has been tough. Tougher than I thought, but with accepting it I’ve found a bit of peace, and some more patience.
We’ve spent a lot of time talking about perseverance , and remembering it will be ok.
I have no control over the mood swings, none. And neither does he. Anyone that says we do, is wrong. After the mood leaves we talk at length, and he even has to accept the way he’s made others feel during the mood, though I am aware he can’t control them, we are working really hard on being respectful and appropriate tone even in the moment.
So we talk, we talk a lot.
We talk alone, we talk as a family, we talk with his little sister.
The one thing that is very apparent, even in the tough moments is he is sorry, he is devastated by his behavior when he’s in the throws, he’s aware that that’s not the true Dude.
The other obvious thing is he hates feeling this way. He wants to be well.
He will repeatedly say during a down sewing “I don’t want to feel like this”, “I’m so sorry”, “please make it stop!”, as the tears stream from his eyes, it’s extremely hard to console him while still trying to be successful in getting him through.
It sucks.
Its hard.
And we do it!
This journey is not about me, no I can quite honestly say that and that I’ve not once pitied myself. Yes I feel horrible and shed a lot of tears for the boy that hasn’t had a chance to just be a kid. Its a process, a grieving process. But acceptance brings peace.
Back to the photo attached. If you are battling, don’t be sorry.
It is more than ok to apologize for the behavior in the moment, but never ever apologize for your illness and what it does to you, how it makes you feel,it is NOT your fault.
I remind Dude every time we hit bottom, that I accept his apology for being rude in the moment, but theres no need for apologies for how he feels. Your feelings are real, feel them, work through them.
If you need therapy, medication,etc or even if you don’t to get through your battle, don’t apologize, don’t be ashamed.
Reach out, talk, there’s those of us willing to listen and hold you up in your darkest moments, and cheer you on in your best!

Looking back and ahead.

January 27, 2014

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Bear with me on this one folks, a little ranting, raving, but worth it in the end 🙂

So I constantly see other blogs, cartoons,etc telling us how we are parenting wrong. How the world we knew has gone to hell in a hand basket because we spoil our kids.
Quite frankly I’m sick of reading them.
Just because something was acceptable and good years ago does not make it acceptable today.
Let’s look back for a minute…. Years ago there were no seat belts, pregnant mothers were told to drink beer while pregnant, smoking was the norm in hospitals, fathers went to work then out for a drink, not spending much time with their kids, kids left school in grade 8, bullying was only considered a problem if a child was beat.
Do you see where I’m going?
Do I think some things were better then? Of course I do. But I’m also well aware that as with anything, the more you learn, things change. Life evolves.

For starters I remember my grandparents telling heart breaking stories of torture at the hands of their peers, was anything done? Nope, in fact had an older boy not happened across my grandmother tied to a post with the grass burning at her feet, who knows what the outcome would have been. (I’m only using this example because its one I can really speak on and is close to my heart:-)  )
So yes the definition of bullying has changed, as it damn well should. It is a proven fact that verbal, mental, emotional scars from bullying are worse than the physical.
It is often assumed bullies are bullied at home, so take it out on others,another myth, more often than not they have to much self confidence, self righteous, and entitlement issues. That can come from yes you guessed it the society we live in today, and yes sometimes even the way we parent. Because yes if you give them an inch,they’ll take an inch.
Your probably wondering where this is even coming from? I’ve read few things recently that we as parents of victims make a big old pity party out of it. Are you kidding me?! Do you think for one second I wanted that for my child? Do you think I just loved having him hospitalized due to it? Ya that was awesome.  My one piece of advice is if you are going to write/post about such things, possibly wait until you’ve had to deal with the situation, or at least until you have children or your children are out of diapers. Not saying you don’t get an opinion on it, but reserve that until your toddler is actually in school.
The word bully is in fact over used, thrown around far to easily, lessing the meaning for those affected. It’s a bit of a double edged sword. But I can tell you for those of us who have battled that battle, it is real,its horrible, its terrifying and there’s no pity party about it!

Once again I say, if you are a parent, and doing the best you can, trying hard to raise a hard working, caring,and kind little human,that’s what matters.  I am so so very tired of the parent judging, that’s what I’m tired of, not that maybe Suzy coddles her child to much, or Jenny is to hard on her child. Guess what I’m not those kids parent, so I don’t know what works, or doesn’t. As long as you are a present parent, your not abusing your child, you won’t get judgment on your parenting from me. Cause god knows I wish people wouldn’t judge me. Don’t like the way “society” is making our kids? Society isn’t their parent, we are so it is up to us, in so many areas (the above was just one example) to create the children we want for the world we want. Weather it be fresh water, clear blue skies, acceptance, lessen poverty, abolish homelessness, keeping our farms alive, keeping our cultures viable, that is up to us to instill in our children.
Good jobs parents, good job for being the shoulder for your childs tears, the ears that hear their laughter, the eyes that see them grow,the hands that nourish them, the feet that get them to where they need to go. You are hard working,loving, kind and compassionate, you ARE good enough. You are unique, you are individual, you are the perfect parent for your children. You have the incredible gift of being your kids parent.
Now give your kids a hug 🙂