Archives for June 2009

parenting advice you didn’t ask for but need:

Parenting advice is tricky, but since you asked….I am more than happy to share with you what I’ve learned thus far.
To those about to become a parent:
Sleep now. Because you will never know sleep like you know it at this very moment. Children have this weird way about them. They actually love life, and they look forward to waking up every morning. And so they like to do their best to beat the sun. And then they feel that they should drag you along with them. This starts immediately after birth and doesn’t seem to have an end in sight, so sleep now.
To those with a newborn:
It will get better. A full nights sleep does exist…when they move out.
Breathe. Take in the moment. Inhale that sweet scent. Savor the loveliness of a non moving, non opinionated infant. Cherish it. Because time moves quickly, and they will soon turn into toddlers….and you could have missed the innocence.
To those with a toddler:
Xanax. Lexapro. Prozac. Seriously, just take whatever they offer you. You. Will. Need. It.  Then add in God and lots and lots of prayer.  You. Will. Need. That too!  
To those with a Preschooler:
Grab a notebook. A recorder. A journal. And then write down the hilariousness that comes out of their mouths. You will never want to forget the beginning of their own well contemplated thoughts. Hug them. Teach them. Make the hard moments a chance to learn. They are about to leave you, and what you give them now, they will bring into the world…
Other bits & pieces:
This awful stage you’re in that you feel like will never end? I promise you, it will. Just when you think it can get no worse and you are about to lose it, a new annoying thing will take it’s place. God seems to be clever like that.
When you’re eating something yummy and you don’t want to share, tell your child it’s your healthy food and they wouldn’t like it. It works, and now I never have to share my special treats.
Rather than telling your child ‘no’ or ‘no-no,’ say ‘no thank you.’  You will adore it when it’s repeated back to you one day.
Don’t put up with tattling. Send them to a place where they sit facing each other and have them work it out themselves. My rule is, they have to stay put until the problem is solved and a hug has ended the war. This teaches them to 1) think twice about tattling, and 2) learn problem solving skills with friends.  Most importantly, it allows you to get back to your tv show, book, or other extracurricular activity you do while ignoring tattling children.
Advice that matters most:
We as parents are all learning. We are all (most) doing the best we can. We are all giving and loving and parenting with what we believe is right for us and our home. We are all in this together. So we should all have grace, extend grace…recieve grace. What is right for one, may not be right for another.
If you are loving the guts out of your children, then what other advice really matters? 
You’re already doing what matters most.
(If you can’t tell, my kids have been exceptionally sweet as of late, hence the optimistic outlook on parenting in this weeks posts.  But stay tuned…things have been known to change quickly.  My xanax is never far.)
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© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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fear to courage

‘Fears simply reveal where we have yet to grow. And each time we fight and win, that fear turns to courage.’  mike quinn
Fears are never easy to live with. They’re even harder to face. And overcoming them takes courage in itself.
I’ve never been a fearful person. I loved change, loved the unknown, loved adventures. I was fearless, young, unafraid. And so, ten years ago, I bravely packed my car and left for California, without a plan. No friends, no job, no life. Yet, I knew it was to be my home. I had no fear.
As the years moved forward, taking my maturity with it, I began to learn. Life began to happen. Pain multiplied. It became something real, not just something internal I chose to torture myself with. It was tangible. It was there. There became something to lose.
I fell in love. With a man, with my babies, with my life. I now had something, someones, to lose.
And when life began to happen to me, seeing that it reached out beyond me, I found fear.
Life brought me anxiety. Anxiety brought me fear.
Yet I vowed. I would not be held captive. I would fight. For me, for my loves.
I find many things that remind me of that time. That time of life was not kind. And when I face them, I want to run. I want to hide, because what if? What if I don’t conquer? What if I lose? What if, once again, it is not just me who will hurt?
Fears simply reveal where we have yet to grow. And each time we fight and win, that fear turns to courage.
And then I remember that truth. I must press forward, face the fear, and walk away armored with growth and courage.
Slowly, I feel the freedom. Hesitantly I face the reminders. There remains just one more. In time, in short time, I will be face to face with the final hurdle. But I won’t run. I won’t hide. I won’t allow in that fear that wants to grip my thoughts and mind.
For again, I now have something to lose. But even more to gain.
My loves. Because from me, they will learn. From me, they will grow. 
As long as I continue to face the fear. 
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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my heart grew

My sweet Taylor. Your heart amazes me. The amount of love. Forgiveness. Purity and hope. Everything you are is everything I want to be. 
How is that? You are merely four and yet the wisdom you contain surpasses that of many I know.
I want to bottle up your sweetness. Lock it up and hold tight, ever so grippingly, to the key. I never want it to go. I never want to say goodbye.
The smile on your face when you realized Daddy’s trip away meant you got to have a special night snuggling in my bed, was a smile so full of love. Of adoration. Pure happiness. I want that.
The tenderness of your sweet tickles on my arm well before dawn, and the softness of your voice when you whispered…
“I love you so much mommy. I love this special time with you and I am so happy God gave you to me. I feel so much love for you in my heart.”
…I needed that.
You couldn’t see me, but warm tears fell from my sleepy eyes.
It was a softened moment, the kind that only happen between dreams and wakefulness, and one to be always etched on my soul for a lifetime.
I pray this heart of yours, the love you have, the forgiveness you extend, that it will remain always…you.
You are rare. You are that moment this morning. So pure, so sweet.
And in those moments, you prove to me, erasing all doubts that may have ever existed…that God is real. Moments like that, children like you, could never be anything less than a miracle from Him.
I love you Bubba, to heaven and back, I love you.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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a picture worth a thousand words

If only we could all be so careless and free…
My nieces swinging in the buff...

*please know, I do not endorse grown adults going out and swinging in the nude.  Please take in the metaphor sense only.*
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fashion friday

I love my shoes still.  I’ve actually worn them a few times already which makes me happy, because I feel like I’m getting my money’s worth.  As for the ties…you must be dying to know, so I’ll tell you.  I’ve decided to tie them in the back.  Seems right that way.
The black dress is Forever 21 and the belt is a vintage scarf.
Now really quick, I have to share my latest in the personal matchmaking. Just recently, I met up with my client in his amazing home in Rancho Santa Fe, and had a little Image Consulting Session. Basically, a friend and I sat down with him, and we went over his hair, his interactions with women, dating advice, and then we got to raid his closet telling what worked and what needed to go.  It was very Stacey and Clinton, as he pointed out.  I felt like we gave good advice, and he bestilled my heart when he went out and bought a pair of the jeans I suggested the very next day.
It was amazingly fun, and the best part is I got paid for it! I really felt like I was in my element, and I think I may have just found my calling. Forget matchmaking, just call me the Personal Image Consultant. I’m working on something a little more hip sounding, but that’ll work for now.
Now that I’ve found my calling, I’m here to help.  But it’ll cost ya.  I mean, I’m all experienced with it now.  
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In with in crowd

I never really loved High School.

I didn’t dig the early start time, the vicious rumors and gossip, the lockers that I could never remember my combination for (I still have recurring dreams on that one!), but what I especially hated were the cliques. I could never quite get into the idea of it, and I certainly couldn’t claim one that I wanted to be officially affiliated with.

Looking back, I had friends in nearly every “clique” there was in every school I went to. (I went to three high schools in four years. Another story for another time.) Anytime I felt like I was starting to be branded, I felt myself withdraw a little. I could never understand why. But, I always kept myself on the outskirts of every social circle. I had friends on the inside, but my attitude was a little of ‘don’t you dare draw me in with you.’ It was never a conscious decision, just something I have since noticed in looking back.

I’m noticing though that this didn’t end in high school. It continued into my twenties, and now into my thirties.

I have a wide array of friends. I just don’t necessarily have one group of friends, and when I have parties or get togethers, a lot of my friends only know each other and are familiar with each other because of me. I don’t intentionally make it this way, it just seems to be how it has worked out.

I’ve been this way in my blog as well. I know blogs that focus more on one particular topic seem to be more successful, but I can’t seem to commit to being branded.  I know if you get in with the top clubs, you can rock it out.  If you kiss some serious bootie, you might get noticed.  If you follow, they will too.

But, it’s just not me. I guess it never really has been.

Jimmy says he loves this about me.  It’s one of the things that drew him into me.  The unexpectedness, the inability to figure me out.

I may never be in.  I may never be the best.  I may never be able to say, I’m a part of “the” crowd.  This used to bother me.  I used to think there was something wrong with me.  But, in time, it has settled.  It has become me.  

I just wonder, will I always be the one on the outside looking in?   
I guess for now, when I think of where I want to be…
it’s right here, wherever here is.  
All I know is that it still feels like the outside.  
She sits and longs
for what she isn’t sure
And yet, where she is
is right where she wants to be.
For now.
 
*this has been a part of Writers Workshop*
*A reminder…Fashion Friday is tomorrow.  I will be adding Mr. Linky for anyone who might want to join in.*

© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”

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something for everyone

Writing va-cay has been good. I am getting some good thinking done. And I’ll definitely be back tomorrow. It seems not writing is a lot harder than writing.
Anyway, on my last of the best of the best posts, I am going to share with you the articles I have written either on my own or with my writing partner, Betsy.
I think there is a little somethin somethin for everyone.
See ya tomorrow.

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the power of forgiveness

And another best of:
Today’s post is called:
The Power of Forgiveness….
My lesson this week? Forgiveness.
I’ve always had a harder time forgiving myself, but as I get older and the pain from someone I love hurts even more, I find it can be hard to forgive either way.
A couple of years ago I read a book called, Captivating by John & Stasi Eldredge. I wrote this part down in my journal that really stood out to me.
“Forgiveness is a choice. It is not a feeling – don’t try and feel forgiving. It is an act of will. Don’t wait to forgive until you feel like forgiving. You will never get there. Feelings take time to heal after the choice to forgive is made. We acknowledge that it hurt, that it mattered, and we choose to extend forgiveness to those who hurt us. This is not saying, ‘It didn’t really matter.’ Forgiveness says, ‘It was wrong. Very wrong. It mattered, hurt me deeply. And I release you. I give you to God.’ It might even help to remember that those who hurt you were also deeply wounded themselves.” Jesus did not retaliate when He was insulted. When He suffered, He did not threaten to get even. He left His case in the hands of God. 1 Peter 2:21-23
I had to go back to this passage this week when I was hurt beyond words. In the moment all I really wanted to do was to hurt them back, to make them feel just a little bit of the pain that was throbbing in my heart. I wanted to hold on to it, to keep talking about it, and to have others tell me I was justified. I wanted to wallow in my tears and pain, and allow this person to see just what they had done to me.
I tried to pray in the middle of it all. It was a measly prayer, but I guess that’s all it took. Because by the end of the day, I was reminded of what I had learned a couple years ago when I read that book. I had to forgive. It was not my place to punish. I had to give it to God. And I did. As best as I knew how. So at the end of the day, I went to this person and I forgave them.
I did not expect what happened next.
Since I’ve never forgiven quite like this before, I expected tears and awe for what I had just done, but instead it was a simple moment that seemed to pass quickly. The response was “Thank You.” And of course, after pondering that moment the next day, I decided I wanted to take it back.
I said a few half hearted prayers. And again, I guess that’s all it took. My mind was quickly flooded with thoughts of all the times I’d made mistakes, took them to God and knew I was forgiven. My response? “Thanks God.”
Did I ever stop to dwell on what it took for Him to be able to forgive me? That it took Him sending His son to die on the cross? Sadly, not too often. Did I ever cry and cry and lavish on Him all my thanks and praise for being able to forgive without hesitation? Not many.
And now I know how that must have hurt Him. Yet, even in that He forgives. He understands.
It’s a painful lesson. Most usually are. But, this week, no: this day….actually, just this moment, I will try to do the same. This moment, I choose to forgive and give it to God.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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mini vacation – best of….

I’m taking a few days off to let some creativity flow. I should be back on Thursday. In the mean time, I’m going to be posting “The best of” posts. Or three posts anyway, that I particulary like the most thus far.
I hope you miss me, I know I’ll miss you. In the meantime, enjoy.
The one that got away….
Oh, in my story there are many. I was never a long timer in relationships. I think my longest was a year, and whew, that seemed like an eternity. I always tease Jimmy that he is my longest relationship.
I have the story that I think most girls have.
I’ve definitely had my heart broken. I’ve been hurt, lied to, misunderstood, unforgiven, broken up with for no reason, strung along…even cheated on by two different guys who I honestly never would have thought would hurt me that way.
But of course, not being perfect, I’ve broken a few hearts as well. Mostly because I was immature and not sure what it was I wanted or needed.
I was talking to one of my best friends about this whole “what if” thing….thanks to Jason (The Bachelor). And you know, after all is said and done, we came to the conclusion that the one who got away, is exactly that. Away. And most likely for a reason. Of course, and let me be clear, that reason is most certainly not me! Oh no, it’s so so him. He (and I use that in the plural form) is not in my life because he wasn’t the “one.”
The “one” will fight for you. He won’t let you go no matter what. He will cherish the sweet and thoughtful things you say and do. He will be honest with you. He will treat you better than you even think you deserve. He will love you despite your flaws, and he will forgive you for your many mistakes. He will laugh when you laugh, and he will wipe your tears when you cry. When things are really hard, he’ll be right there next to you, because he loves you. He will see you in the morning and hold your hair when you throw up. And he will still think you are the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Through the good and the bad, and even the really really bad….he won’t ever even think of leaving you. Even when you tell him you never want to cook him meals for dinner.
That “one” is the one that stays. That’s the one you keep. That’s the one that will never get away. And that’s how you are able to let the past be the past, and thank God every day for the “present” he’s given you.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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