Walking The Dog

There are so many days that I am head down and buried by the mess, the mess of life so to speak.  When my son is running around I forget that I actually have a goal, a dream life other than being a mom… that I have a personal life.  Before Baby somewhere far in the past… circa 2008, I remember going to the spa, going on mini vacations once a month, indulging in chocolate, and staying up late… now in 2012 life is different… BUT I have found something today— TIME.

Fridays come and go

Another friday, already.

I have been swamped with my pivitol tracker messages… so much work and so little time.  But this is great news, which means I am closer to launching, the soft launch.  Lets be honest, the test launch.

On another note, I have noticed that my son, has suddenly stepped into being TWO.  Now I have begun to understand why they shake their heads and say something like, “Oh yeah, the terrible twos”  Last night after I had just finished cutting all the broccoli and chard for my son we went BOOM.  He ran up behind me and bites my, bum… hand on pot stirring veggies, food went flying, we fell to the floor and suddenly I couldn’t figure out how we got there.   Scared that something had burned him, and shocked that I didn’t start screaming from the bite… we sat with pieces of broccoli and swiss chard scattered on our kitchen floor, gas flame still dancing. This became our first official TIME OUT, I sat him down quietly and said now you don’t bit mommy, you need to sit and be quiet by yourself!  Low and behold… he sat.  I think it helped that I had the music on, as he started to snap his fingers and pretend to play the drums, I reminded him to be quiet and still and he did…
WOW.

I guess there are first for everything.  We are at 2, what am I to do?  Teach, love and remember that he is only two, yes only 2…
Until next time.

Just a little rant about motherhood!

A job is what you call it, whatever that may be, it could be doing laundry for a large hotel chain, a street sweeper, a coffee jerk, aka coffee barista, someone who rolls dice on wall street, or what about singing, painting, bus driving, stock car racing, administrative assistant anyone?  Candy girl, chef de cuisine, student, caretaker, taco maker, pizza maker, CEO, grocery bag clerk, bank teller, garbage truck driver, and then there the dental hygentist, a teacher, number crunchers (accountant), a pediatric nurse.  I could go on and on with the creation of jobs and ideas and the needs we have to live in a civilized society, but I won’t, that is not what this post is about… It is about the most important job in the world… The job of being A MOTHER.  The job as a mother is, as I see it completely overlooked and  under compensated, almost like that of teacher.  Granted you are filled with love and emotions everyday, but that is not the cold green cash that pays the bills or the achievement award to hang on the wall, or a promotion.  You don’t get promoted, you do not get a raise, you start with diapers, and get more poop, and then tears and laughter and “NO mommy”…  There is no end to this job.  I have been thinking about how society is falling apart, and why… and I think of my contribution, my part, my job, and I am faced to ask myself if I am doing enough, am I doing it right?  It’s not like there are PhD programs or classes to get my masters in for rearing a child.  Will my son be a part of a solution, am I instilling morals and sincerity, kindness, and the perseverance that will be needed to survive the certain trials and lows spots that will inevitably show up in the years ahead?

The job of Motherhood, is not talked about enough, when I found out that I was pregnant no one warned me or sat down with me to talk to me about what was to come.  I don’t say this in a negative way or a woe is me way… I reference this only to say that its such a shame that we do not celebrate motherhood more!  This job is what creates our society.  We moms are the caretakers of the future, are we missing something here?

I can go on and on about this but for today it’s off my chest… and I will get back to work!  Keep Dreaming.

xo

 

 

 

Five minutes to delicious!

Creamed kale with a pinch of love!

I am not a fan of big prep or frozen. This recipe addresses the prep… I was with another super mama today at a playdate and she started telling me about all of these quick recipe she makes for her son. I have changed it a bit to get the most nutrients and to get as many veggies into my son, who has suddenly decided to not like anything! She uses spinach…

Here is what I did:
1/3 bag frozen kale-
1 cup of broccoli steamed
1 egg
1 cup of milk
Slightly thaw kale–Steam broccoli (you could use frozen) then place in blender with broccoli and 1/2 cup milk — blend/chop Place mixture in sauté pan
Add other 1/2 cup milk and egg– whisk in pan on low heat
Add 1-2 tbsp of flour- I used GF flour otherwise I may keel over… Add salt to your preference
Cook.. It will thicken–

Add the love. Fresh grated nutmeg!

Done!
Simply dream big and then do it.

 

Some days are easier.

Today was an easy day, I’m not sure why?  I started the same way I do everyday, I pray, do my yoga, eat… and then I went to the gym.  Maybe that is the solution to making an easier life.  My son went into the playroom for an hour and I worked out, to my headset playing the usual, beattles, David Bowie, U2, Morcheeba, and then there was Jarabe de Palo!  AAAAAMazing.  Is it music?  Is it the musical notes that inspire me to be more happy, to have a smile on my face, to remember moments that each song carries and blends into the next, Hmmm?  I spin the wheel on the spinning bike, and tighten its grip, forcing me to push, and pull, to stand and to breathe, deeply.   I can’t help but smile.  I forget time on the bike. I forget everything, it’s magical.

A new week of work, a new week of growth, a new week of challenges, and today I’m feeling like I can handle it.  Amen!

 

 

Im going to pull out my hair and then his…

JUST KIDDING!

I have to say that this parenting stuff is not easy!  We are now at the picky eater stage… thank goodness for all these tips from Dr. Sears!

http://www.askdrsears.com/topics/feeding-infants-toddlers/feeding-picky-eater-17-tips

Check them out if you are in my shoes!  I'm really practicing number 13 and 17!  oh, yes thank you to those who walk before me!

the importance of time

I was recently thinking about time, the time that I have had without picking up a drink, or a chocolate doughnut; both of which have been many long years.  Then I started thinking about time in regards to my son, and how quickly it passes.  Which then brought me to the simplicity of time, and the only way it passes…  minute by minute, hour by hour and day by day.

Some people I come across have no regard for time, and I believe I use to be in this group, that is until I became a mother.  Now, time is precious, and even more valuable then the present moment, if that makes any sense.  I believe that I need all the time, and experiences that I have had, up to this point to deal with and know how to handle the trials, smiles, qualms, and spats of parenting, motherhood, being a wife and a entrepreneurial business woman.

I talk to a lot of people who shrug their shoulders and say, “Yes, I know, I know…”  I think (I could be totally off on this point, but I don’t think so…) what is happening is that they are interpreting the subject that I am speaking of how they want to see/hear it, then slightly change the subject, and say, “Yes uhuh, I totally get it.”  Now this is where time comes into play, and experience.  Unless you are a mom, married, parenting a toddler right now, and creating a business, then NO, you, do not say, yes you get it.  YOU don’t get it.

One thing I really appreciate is sitting with other women who have walked before me, the ones who are rich with life experience.  Years of time.  I admire, and look up to these ladies, they have families, husbands, companies… They are the ones with time who understand.  They have the time to listen with intent, to offer ideas, suggestions, and opinions in which I can honestly listen too.

As I grow in time, and years I find it more of a challenge to find these women.  But the women who I do have on my hit list of names to call, I value, they are my lifesavers!  I adore them, and to them I owe this post, the unsung heroes of motherhood and life!  Thank  you.