Good moms and bad moms

 

A few weeks ago I saw the movie Bad Moms. It was pretty funny and had some hilarious scenes that really made me laugh. But one thing that I didn’t like about the movie was their stereotype of what a bad mom is.

Love more, judge less

 

 

I often judge people. I don’t mean to and it is something that I am working on. I try to be more aware of it and sometimes when it happens I catch myself in the act. I experienced this quite recently. A few days ago my daughter was being fussy so I decided to take her for a walk in her stroller. As we were out, I saw someone walking towards me.

Starting fresh

 

Starting over. Those two little words can carry so much meaning, and for me, they are especially true right now.

There is something about September that feels fresh. It feels like the perfect time to shake everything off and find a new start and a new beginning. My new beginnings this month are quite plentiful.

I am a proud Single Mom

 

I have heard a lot of insults over my lifetime. Every person has. And most of the time they really don’t bother me because I know that they either aren’t true or are coming from someone with their own issues.  But recently, someone tried to insult me for being a single mother and I found it really puzzling because why would being a single mom somehow be a physical or character flaw that someone sees in me?

The Mommy Wish List

Every person has a wish list. You know, the list of things you want but might not necessarily be able to have right now? For some people it’s a luxury car or a new house or a trip to an exotic destination. I definitely have a wish list like that! On it are some pretty fabulous trips, a walk-in closet like Cher had in the movie Clueless

How to survive living with a two year old

 

Two year olds are difficult little people. They are developing personalities and learning how to say no and becoming their own unique person. They throw tantrums and break things and make messes and refuse to go to bed.

Dear Faith

Dear Faith;

I don’t know you or anything about who you are as a person. All I know is that Brock Turner violated you in the most horrific, sad, disturbing, violent and upsetting way that I can ever imagine. What he did to you is unfathomable. What he took from you is something that can never be replaced. Who he is as a person is disgusting. But this letter isn’t about him or intended for him; it’s for you.

That Mom

 

“I’m not that mom. I’m not the kind of mom who would let her child out of sight and have him/her fall into a gorilla enclosure.”