Reason # 3,655

Many times, I just have no idea what is going on in my little hoarders head... She collects... VERY random stuff... Obsessively...

Lately, her obsession has been the little red sticks that come in the cheese and cracker snack packs... She has about eight so far... 

They drive me crazy and I've dreamed of just throwing them out...

Today, while driving in the car, she asked me what I thought that she was going to do with the sticks. I threw out random answers:

A Chair. A Dollhouse. A tribute to Justin Bieber. Something Pokemon related...

She told me...

"Mom. I'm gonna build a house and I'm gonna sell it for charity."

I have no idea how she is going to build a house or what charity it's for, but, bring on the freakin' red sticks!!!!!!

Anyone want to buy a stick house??? The bidding is open...

This is why I Love This Girl More Than Life!!!!!!!!

Reason #3,655

Reason # 3,651 and 1,401... Hug your kiddos close...

When we become Moms, we open up this deep commitment to be the ultimate person that our child depends on. We are 'IT'.  We are the Alpha and the Omega.  We are their Warrior.  We are their ultimate Advocate.

Our children become our Alpha and Omega.  They are our Essence.  They become intertwined with our Souls.

We evolve, our spirits become One, we are involved in a bond that cannot be seperated.

Nothing is supposed to break that bond...

The idea of being faced with our childs weakness, sickness, mortality is gut-wrencing...

That is not what we are imbedded to do...

We are coded in our DNA to teach and love and mentor and support and guide...

When we are faced with opposite of everything that is in our human nature to do, it is devastating...

I almost lost Ellie, and that date, that moment, that instant will forever be imbedded in me.  It makes me fight and love and cherish every moment...

When I see a Mom who has been through that, my heart reaches out to them...

When I see a Mom who has been going through that for over a year, my heart breaks...

When I see chatter of 'making things comfortable' and 'making decisions', it makes my very being shudder...

Tonight, I hug my kiddos a liitle bit closer and I send out as much love and as many prayers as I can...

Our kids are LEADERS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjjeHeAzZZM


I've seen so much chatter online over the last few days about this movie. 

I'm alarmed at how many parent comments run along the vain of "It's just a movie and it won't make a difference", "Kids are kids and that's just the way it is", "Those kids should just suck it up", "This kind of stuff will help them accept life later", "This is who they are, they need to just put on their big boy pants.", "This is just a marketing tool"...

Really????

Really???

Have we become so jaded and overwhelmed in our society that we have forgotten to teach our children?
That we allow them to just succumb to peer pressure with no consequence?
Do we allow our kids to just 'go with the flow' because standing up will, maybe, cause them to be the subject of an uncomfortable situation?
Isn't our responsibility to teach our kids to be LEADERS?
In their classrooms, in their community, in their personal lives and and personal accountability?

I am proud that I stand up for my child and I am even more proud that my child stands up for others...

I don't often ask friends to share, but...

If you agree with my words, please like and share...

Because it is important that we raise leaders and we stand by them...

xoxo~K

Reason # 3,637... Alternate Title... What Do Words Really Mean...

Reason # 3,637... Alternate Title... What Do Words Really Mean...

During my pregnancy with Bean I was given many words and terms...

Polyhydramnios.  At Risk Pregnancy.  Level 3 Ultrasound.  Trisomy 18.  Bed Rest.  Be Prepared.  Unknown.  

Some of these were words that were in my vocabulary.  Some were newly introduced...  I took them all in stride.  The words that were unfmailiar became a new part of my vocabulary... I was ok...

On the day that Bean was born, I was given more words.  Different words...

Emergency C-Section.  Syndrome. Treacher Collins.  Compromised Airway.  NICU.  Pulse Ox.  Trachetomy.  NG Tube.  Failure to Thrive.

Again, I knew some of these words, and the rest became part of my new vocabulary...

What I did not expect was that words that I 'knew', that had been words very familar in my life, would first have meaning...

Unconditional Love.  Joy.  Awe.  Beauty.  Comfort.  Stregth.  Reality.  Whatever the word is that describes how your heart just melts when you see your child for the first time...

These were words that I had been taught, I 'knew' what they meant... But for the first time in my life, I FELT them...

I looked into these incredibly dark brown eyes that had a wisdom in them that spanned the universe.  These eyes that had been open for less than 24 hours, yet held the key to every emotion in my heart.  Looking into these sage eyes, I saw limitless opportunity...

Over the years, I've learned new words.

PT.  ST.  OT.  IEP.  911.  Advocate.  Protector.  Too many medical terms to list...

But, the first words that I felt in that moment are the ones that are most important...

Unconditional Love.  Joy.  Awe.  Beauty.  Comfort.  Stregth.  Reality.  

These are the words that I knew.  The words that I had learned in school.  But, until I felt them, I never really, truly, knew them.

I gladly add words to my vocabulary... Words that I knew before, but could never really define until they were real to me...

Awesome.  Rockstar.  Salvation.  Absolute.

This is my girl, my 3,637, The Reason Why I Love....

Happy Birthday Beanie!!!!!!

Reason # 15,330... Alternate title... Sometimes it sucks to be a Mom...

Reason # 15,330... Alternate title... Sometimes it sucks to be a Mom...

Don't take that title the wrong way.  I LOVE being a Mom.  I LOVE my kiddos. I wouldn't trade my life for anything else in the world...

My kiddos are my greatest source of joy and inspiration.  Being a Mom is the most amazing thing that I can be.  It is my calling and my destiny.  I was always meant to be the Mom to these incredible Littles...

But, sometimes, it really sucks to be a Mom... To have to make decisions and choices, even if they are out of my control, that will be difficult, impossible, for my kiddos to understand.

It's always in their best interest, but, sometimes heartbreaking none the less...

I will not go into detail why,because, at the end of the day, the reason is less important.  It is what it has to be and I need to deliver the news...

We have decided to move Ellies surgery in Cinci closer.

This will result in her losing the end of the school year with her friends and teachers.  It will also mean that she will lose the rest of the Dance year...

I hate to put so much focus on her dance classes because I don't want to sound vain, but this is so important to her... This has been a source of structure over the last several years that has allowed her to gain confidence and form friendships.  She has grown, both physically and emotionally through the classes she has taken, her teachers and mentors and the bonds with her classmates... She looks forward to recital like a trophy, a victory, every year...

I need to tell her that she will not be able to do recital this year, even though she was given a solo spot in her performing company.  Even though she has practiced and done well.  She has a competition in two weeks and I have to tell her that will be her last performance this year.  She will not do pictures with her company this year.  All of the costumes that she is looking forward to wearing will hang in our closet like a ghost, a bitter reminder...

This, after taking away swimming and aftercare and sleepovers and playdates and her beloved ASL Club...

This is why, it sometimes sucks to be a Mom... Because I'm the one who has to have these conversations with a 9 year old... The 9 year old who totally trusts you to make these choices and will have no frikkin' idea that this is the best call in the long run... A 9 year old is only living in the here and now, as it should be...

It just results in the 9 year old hating you...

Being hated by your child sucks more than anything else in the world...

Reason # 15,330... Sometimes it just sucks...