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    Wednesday, September 29, 2010

    My Top 2 Mommy Guilt Makers (oh, and possible guilt-squelchers)


    Okay, maybe (hopefully!) we aren't doing THAT, yet we moms sure have ample ammo for our Self-inflicted Guilt rifles, don't we?

    Sure, we try to do our best to make allowances for the fact that we're mere women, and therefore fallible, and allowed to forego "Perfect" and simply do what we can, as best we can, every time we remember to do so.  But still, most of us can surely plead guilty to the charge of feeling bad/sad/mad/frustrated with not being exactly the type of mom we feel our babies deserve, right?  #AllinagreementsayI

    That said, I want to address two Guilt Makers, and do my part to help kick their asses to the curb!  Lord knows there are more than these two but the ones below are the ones I've heard most often both from the moms in my personal and professional circles, and in my own head. *Warming up muscles to commence ass kicking*


    Guilt Maker #1: YELLING.  I know I've done it, and I know that three-quarters of the time, I feel like a complete jackass immediately after I'm done.  Plus, our girls tend to look at me like I'm certifiably insane when I do it, which does nothing for my yell-to-make-a-point mission.

    Get outta here, guilt! *Whop!* (that's the kicking sound, duh!)

    Possible Squelcher 

    Seriously? You thought I had a solution to this one? Well, I don't.  I actually think there's nothing wrong with it (when done in moderation) because it's a perfectly appropriate response to the "noise" that is their shoes/toys in the middle of the family room, or their constant bickering about whose turn it is on the computer, or their insistence on going from their usual lightening speed (read: running all the time) to the pace of a snail with a broken whatever-the-hell-snails-walk/crawl-on when I ask them to do something.

    I actually feel like they're yelling at me sometimes, saying "I will not rush just because you're waiting" or "We refuse to consider that foolish my turn/her turn crap you keep telling us about during computer time" or "We will lose our pencils EVERY day, then complain that you or daddy must have taken them, and that's final!", so why shouldn't I show them what their "yelling" feels like every once in a while?  Huh?  Really, why shouldn't I.

    Okay, this isn't a squelcher, but it is my recommendation (whatever that's worth) on when it's perfectly fine to yell at a kid who's able to speak, walk, read, and write.

    1.  When you have no doubt that they heard you call their name the last three times.
    2.  When they insist on interrupting you with the "mommy, let me tell you how you're being unreasonable" bit.
    3.  When they do something that could endanger them or their sibling(s).
    4. Anytime after 8:00 PM on Sundays through Thursdays, and 9:30 PM on Fridays or Saturdays

    Guilt Maker #2: The "YOU'RE ANNOYING ME" tone (or actual statement): I'm sure some psychiatrist somewhere has written a series of books about what's wrong with a mother if she's annoyed by her own children.  Well, that professional opinion is not welcome in my house, because sometimes, the things the girls do annoy me. Side eye me all you want to, I'm just being honest.  I love my miracle babies more than words can express, and I do feel bad sometimes about being annoyed, but I can't help it if they're good at being annoying, and I certainly can't help how their annoying ways make me feel, can I?

    Do this (to guilt, not your child(ren) *Blap-Sckrwwwzzzhhh-Crackak!* (That's a jiu-jitsu take-down, followed by a Kamura):

    Possible Squelcher: Dude, they're 6 and 4, shouldn't they get it by now that I don't want to be reminded that I said we'd go to the park at 5:30? I KNOW because I'm the one who said it. So why at 4:32, 4:46, 4:58, and 5:09 are you going to stand at the door with your shoes on going, "Maaaaahhmmieeeee, remember, park time?" I'm sorry, but that's annoying, and isn't it my job as one half of the prepare-them-for-society team to make sure they know how that sort of behavior would be received? Seriously, isn't it?

    I do actually have a potential solution for this guilt-maker! Replace the words "you're annoying me" with one of these nifty options: a) completely ignoring them (if you're gangsta like that)  b) smiling, but saying nothing (but it has to be one of those "I'm crazy, you know that, right?" smiles that make them back away from the mama, or c) Remind your child(ren) that mommy can get frustrated too, so they need to pay attention to your body language, and lay off the things that seem to make mommy upset or annoyed.  Believe it or not, option c works quite well about 60% of the time.  I also threaten to take away all outdoor time, and that's also a rather effective threat. What works for you in these situations?

    Kiruma illustration (because Execumama Enterprises is a RESOURCE entity, remember?)


    But seriously, Execumamas, let's try to find solutions to these Guilt-makers because neither we nor our children need the stress that comes with guilt.  We are always teaching our children something, and operating from a place of guilt, or reacting to their normal behavior as children as if we too are children, are not the types of lessons we want to pass on.  I'm not pointing fingers, either, I'm looking in the mirror! #Realtalk

    Below are a few resources that may help with the yelling bit. As for being annoyed by your own babies from time to time, I've got nothin', sis!  I do know for certain though, that I was simply me before I became mommy, and I am allowed to have my feelings.  #Kanyeshrug

    Consant Yelling Can Be ...
    A psychotherapists' perspective on yelling


    Baby Image credit
    Fight image derived from this original photo 

    Monday, September 27, 2010

    Our Daughters' Room is Officially...Official!

    I couldn't think of a better title, but it matters not, because the room is SUPER DOPE! I put the reveal video, complete with video footage of the girls' reactions to their new room over on my main site, so check it out, if you'd like.

    Oh, and here are some candids that tell the (severely) shortened version of the story. I'm so grateful to Tamieka and Natasha for making time for this project!  Plus, I get to bring this up over and over again if the girls ever pull that "You never do anything for us, mom!" card when they become teenagers! BOOYAH!

    Tamieka brings in the goodies.

    Look at the brilliant colors?


    Natasha during the curtain hunt.

    Finishing touches. Love 'em!

    Like this needs a caption!

    The Kool-aid grins show our approval.

    For more photos and the reveal video, hop over to Execumama.com

    So, what do you think? They did a fantastic job, right? Okay, now hit them up on Facebook to see if they can help you grin from ear to ear about a room in your house too!

    Friday, September 24, 2010

    Young Chef's Academy, minus the chefs and the academy


    Oh please, Rachael Ray, G. Garvin, Tom Colicchio, Paula Deen, Naturi Beauty, and all the other uber chefs will need to take a step few steps back and recognize the new talent in town!

    I had a deadline. One of those Fast and Furious ones that sped up on me like a spankin' new cop car, and of course, the girls were right alongside that deadline like, "Um, mommy, we're bored, can we bake something today?" Dude, seriously? They totally refuse to believe that their mother is not the baking type.  This is precisely why I love that my mom and Kris' mom are the baking type -- so the girls can get their bake on without me having to be involved. #Don'tJudgeMe

    Well, I gave them the ultimate hall pass that day and told them they could use anything from the cupboards, the counter, or the refrigerator, as long as they a) didn't eat anything, and b) gave mommy 30 minutes of uninterrupted time. No worries, we don't use chemicals to clean, so they weren't using bleach or Pine Sol or whatever the other smelly stuff is that people use to clean :)  15 minutes later, (yes, 15, not 30), they handed me a cardboard remote control, and then... Well, just grab your kiddos and watch with them as their fellow short people "cook it up", kiddie style!



    Image credit

    Friday, September 17, 2010

    Hot Moms Are So Shallow!

    Lisa Wu Hartwell, Hot Mama Society Member & Execumama.

    Ooooh, did I just get the no-she-didn't glare because I classified myself as HOT MOM?

    I sure did, and I shouldn't be surprised, should I? After all, what exactly does that mean?  Doesn't it mean I'm saying that I'm sexy?  How about desirable?  How about attractive? Dare I throw the MILF terminology in the mix and get your panties even more bunched up?

    Apparently, we don't get to put these particular credentials next to our names, no matter how much we've overcome, how hard we work to stay healthy, or how much our esteem has risen from desolation to celebration.

    Maaaan, as my country friend Terrance would say, "Get on somewhere wit' dat dere!"

    We moms know how many "Do Not Pass Go" signs we faced before we finally embrace who we are, both physically and internally, right? My fellow moms say it best here...

    "...with every lesson I teach her—every ounce of self-esteem I pour into my baby—I learn to love myself even more, without reservation, without hesitation."  Taken from this MyBrownBaby post

    "Thankful for this belly that held my son for nine and a half months and delivered a healthy baby. Thankful for these boobs that are droopy but who cares, they nourished my son for the first 13 months of his life. Thankful for these stretch marks that are evidence of the beautiful body I had when I was pregnant."  Taken from this Cutiebootycakes post

    "...the daughter is influenced by her mother's own self-image. This last is called modeling, Fuerstein says. When mothers have a realistic self-image, the modeling is healthy. But mothers who are unhappy with some feature of their body or personality can produce daughters who see themselves through the same distorted mirror." Taken from this Newsweek article

    Yeah, so my stretch marks and I are ALWAYS open for opportunities to celebrate Hot Mama Society status, honey! I went over to one of my favorite boutiques to chat with women who clearly know the value of And if that doesn't appeal to you, or you have a more conservative view of how moms (and all women, for that matter) should celebrate their bodies, then write your own blog post, dammit - it's a free blogosphere!

    Here's what some other Hot Moms (one of whom may look pretty familiar) have to say about making time for themselves, and keeping it HOT (and Haute)! 

    Sunday, September 12, 2010

    Mom and Transition Go Hand In Hand. Now what?


    Okay, Mamas! We, perhaps more than non-moms, are constantly experiencing transition.  We watch our children transition from one phase to another—infant, baby, toddler, etc; we watch our bodies transition through the various stages of pregnancy; we watch our experiences through womanhood as they relate to us as self, us as mother, us as wife, us as single with child(ren), etc.

    Transition, to varying extents, is our norm, and it wear a mama down.

    I have a few thoughts on the idea of transition, and I'm inviting you to listen as I offer my perspective on how we can thrive through transition.  Have a listen, apply the steps, and see if it helps.

    Steps To Transition From “What Now” To …

    Thursday, September 9, 2010

    Kids Room Makeover: A Progress Report

    We are on it, doggoneit!!

    Remember how I got all bold and sent a video to Heart of Decor, talkin' bout - I've posted a video on my Youtube channel about how you might just see this video and make over my daughters' bland bedroom, what say you?



    Well, that was the beginning of last month, and now we're well underway - SCORE!

    Did you see our Design Board? Niceness, right?! YUP! The girls LOVED it, as did Kris and I.

    Now, through some vigilant Craigslistery (that's my action word for scouring Craigslist, and I hereby grant you expressed written consent to use it at your leisure--you're welcome), and a few sale end-caps at my favorite budget-friendly store (that would be ROSS!), we've amassed a small bounty of items for our project.  Wanna see?


    THERE'S MORE TOO!

      
    THAT'S THE CRAIGSLITERY AT WORK! WHEN ASSEMBLED, THAT BECOMES...

    THIS! CAN.YOU.STAND.IT? The girls are gonna FLIP!!

    THESE ARE THE BOOK BOXES WHEN THEY'RE NOT FLATTENED OUT. SEE HOW THEY MATCH THE NEW WALL COLOR? WAIT, DID I SHOW YOU THE WALL COLOR?


    IT'S A NO-VOC AQUAMARINE COLOR THAT HEART OF DECOR CHOSE, AND IT OPENS UP THE ROOM LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE!! (Even with a slim budget, paint toxins aren't welcome in our home, ya know!)

    AND HERE'S THE DRESSER WE'RE GOING TO PAINT OVER TO MATCH THE ROOM A BIT. SO-WEET, RIGHT?! (We already owned this, so the cost was nil.)

    Yepperz, we're in full swing with Heart of Decor at the helm, and once we pick up another sheet set ($10 max), the mattresses ($50 because Heart of Decor already found some in brilliant shape), and a few other minor doohickeys, we'll be all POW! in our reveal video!

    Well, what do you think so far?

    Tuesday, September 7, 2010

    Literacy and Women's Empowerment

    TOMORROW, SEPTEMBER 8TH IS INTERNATIONAL LITERACY DAY


    "Today one in five adults is still not literate (about two-thirds of them are women) while 67.4 million children are out of school."

    Imagine if you couldn't introduce your daughter to the joys of getting lost in a good book? Imagine if you son had a slim chance of becoming literate because you, and many adult members of your family, did not have basic reading skills to pass on to him. This is a reality in many homes across the world.   Oh, and please don't be lulled into the false sense of security that leaves many Americans thinking these types of issues are only affecting "Third World" countries.  If that's what you're assuming, think again...

    Illiteracy Statistics
    In a study of 20 ‘high income’ countries, the US ranked 12th on literacy tests. Illiteracy has become such a serious problem in our country that 44 million adults are now unable to read a simple story to their child. A few other shocking facts:
    • 7 million Americans are illiterate.
    • 50 percent of adults cannot read a book written at an eighth grade level.
    • 20 percent of Americans are functionally illiterate and read below a 5th grade level.
    • 30 million Americans cannot read a simple sentence.   ~Source
    "Literacy is a human right, a tool of personal empowerment and a means for social and human development. Educational opportunities depend on literacy."



    I encourage you to read UNESCO's mission HERE, and peruse their site to see what they're doing to remedy the sickness that is illiteracy. 

    What can YOU do to decrease the statistics?  READ HERE for more details, and of course, read to your children (and other people's children if you can!) every day!

    Friday, September 3, 2010

    Out On A Limb...by choice.


    I usually leave my non-mommy details for my main site, but today I'm sharing on all available mediums because I feel strongly that the message goes way past motherhood and on into the fiber of our beings as women/nurturers/life designers.

    The message is simple: When what you feel you need to buy supersedes what you buy into, you live in a space of misalignment...which, by the way, sucks!

    I've gotten a lot of feedback from my Twitter fam about this short chat, so forgive me if this post seems redundant to you.  For those who haven't had a moment (or didn't see the link on my other social media platforms), please have a listen, and share on my main space.

    Wednesday, September 1, 2010

    What If She Scares Me? (and other mommy musings)


    I was cleaning up one of my external hard drives and came across this personal essay I wrote. It's about 16 months old, and I think I felt ashamed to have what it took inside me to write it.  So I never shared it (I think??).  But I'm sharing it now, dammit.  2-parts because I think it will reach some woman somewhere who needs to know she's not the only one.  1-part because I don't want to keep it hidden, as if I did something wrong by feeling the way I felt.  I'm a mother, and that gives me a frikkin lifetime pass to random feelings of ... yep, that.  Anyhoo...
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    She’s like a steaming bowl of (vegetarian) chili in 98-degree weather.  Exactly. 

    She’s almost too much.  She’s delicious. She’s what I need and might even want, but guaranteed, she makes me sweat.  Like profusely.  My first-born reminds me of my least inhibited self.  A manifestation of all the places in my mind that I knew of, but dared not go.  She’s intricate and delicate, like a perfectly woven web. Entrusted to me--intentionally and exclusively.

    What if that scares me?

    How come there are times when I scold her, and the look in her eyes makes me feel like we’re playing a game of chicken, and she’s winning.  By a long shot.  She’s old inside; perhaps ancient, and her spirit immensely intrigues me.

    But what if that scares me?

    When the idea of your child coming into herself should be cause for praise and gratitude, but instead causes a level of angst that may easily rival the feeling of drug-free tooth extraction, what do you do? How do you react? As a strong woman intent on raising strong women, how do I walk the fine line between teaching her to respect me, and facing my own fears? I ask because some days, I’m sure I’ve figured it out, and others, well, not so much.

    You know how some little girls come built Terminator-tough? You ask them a question, and they answer you with an attitude only befitting of a queen or a CEO, but somehow they’ve gotten the idea that they should not be bothered by the likes of….let’s say, you, for example.  Well, my first-born—with her elaborate life-experience spanning a whopping almost five years—has aced that attitude like a Rhodes Scholar.  I love that about her, and still, it scares me. Shitters! I might be genuinely crazy.

    Confusing, right? Imagine how I feel?


    It scares me because somewhere along our journey together thus far, I’ve grown convinced that her Warrior Girl, take-no-prisoner persona will eventually drive a wedge between her and I, and that’s the scariest thing in the world for me.  How could I fear the exact thing I love about her? After all, how does one tribe facilitate two Chieftresses?

    It scares me because I know my job as Mother is to facilitate Offspring’s journey by providing sideline coaching, not dictatorial commands.  Yet and still, I find it necessary to speak “at” her sometimes, because talking to her—in her limited experience and narrow frames of reference—results in face-offs that just don’t register as “sensible” to have with a person who, on her tippie-toes, only reaches my ribcage.

    It scares me because her younger sister makes much more sense to me, and I wonder if they notice that dynamic, and if so, how does it cause them to perceive me?  Hell, how does it cause them to perceive themselves? 

    Does that make me weak?


    Does that make me less like a mom and more like some chic who lives with two other (shorter) chics and some dude?

    That scares me.  Shitless.
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