Why you should encapsulate your placenta!

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Before you give me the “oh that’s so disgusting! I could never ingest my placenta!” hear me out! Don’t tune me out before we even get started because I can assure you, you’ll be missing out on something great!

When people ask me what I do, and I reply with “I am a placenta encapsulation specialist” I frequently hear “ew that’s so gross”. And if you’re reading this, you may probably be shaking your head saying the same thing thinking I’m some crazy hippie woman. I can assure you, I am not!

What I am is someone who has seen the benefits of placenta encapsulation first hand. I have watched countless women take their pills or their tincture and completely be astonished by the results. I have watched women suffer for years with postpartum depression and after their new bundle arrives they start taking their pills and suddenly they aren’t so sad anymore. They can laugh and really enjoy their new baby.

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You are probably wondering what the benefits of ingesting your placenta are. Well let me tell you!

  • Decrease in postpartum depression levels
  • Restores iron levels in your blood
  • Increase in milk production
  • Release of extra oxytocin which helps aid in bonding with baby
  • Helps return the uterus to its original size
  • Increase in CRH- A stress reducing hormone
  • Aids in postpartum healing
  • Increased energy

These are just a few of the benefits that could happen if you chose to encapsulate your placenta!

I would also like to mention that with placenta encapsulation you can also have a tincture done. A placenta tincture virtually has an endless shelf life. It has been known to help the mother as she goes through menopause and help the daughter as she hits puberty. If you don’t believe me, try it! Let the encapsulated placenta speak for itself!

 

Much love, MFDS

 

 

 

 

A Cutters Story

I’m going to get very real for a moment. No jokes, no laughs, just truth. With the release of “Thirteen Reasons Why” I think it’s important to talk about this. If you may be triggered by self harm, please turn away now.

I am a cutter. I say am because although it has been any years (since November of 2009 to be exact) I will always bare the scars that adorn my body in various places. I will always catch sideways looks when people see them and my kids will always question what they are. For a long time this really bothered me. That’s why at first I attempted to cover them with tattoos in hopes people wouldn’t notice. But the reality is, maybe if people did notice that would open the door for conversation. Self harm is such a taboo topic but it is SO prevalent in our teenagers, and even some adults! You cannot turn a blind eye and expect it to go away because it just doesn’t.

 

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Many years later and my scars are still telling my story.

 

I was made fun of a LOT in high school, literally to the point where people would write rude words on my locker. Things like “dyke, slut, bitch, ugly whore”. People would make fun of my teeth or my glasses. To some of you this may not seem like anything, even watching the show my husband made the comment “she’s taking everything way to personal and she’s so dramatic”. The fact is that it IS personal! What some may see as innocent others find detrimental. Those people in high school had a huge impact on who I am today. It was the bullying that led me to cutting to begin with. What started as an innocent joke sent a teenage girl into deep depression.

I’m not telling you this because I want you to feel bad for me, I don’t! I have survived. I now have a great life and thick skin. I still get made fun of for my weight and my teeth but I’ve learned that people are just cruel. I’m telling you this because you need to know that your “innocent” jokes aren’t so innocent. That making fun of someone for ANY reason is NOT okay! You never truly know what is going on in that person’s life or how they are feeling. You never know the impact that your harsh words may have on a person’s life. Think before you speak.

If you come across someone who may self harm, talk to them. Try to understand them. I owe my life to my husband Seth and Mrs. Walter’s (High school

 social worker). They saved me on more occasions than one. Be the positive that someone needs rather than another negative. Life is hard without bullying, let’s not make it worse.

Parents, if this if your child, seek help immediately! I wish more people would have stepped in and provided the support I needed. This is a real issue and should not be ignored. I’m not going to tell you it will be easy, because its not, but I promise they will thank you later!

 

Much Love,

SHM

 

From Mediocre to Great

Its the little things. You know it, I know it, we ALL know it. We can hide from it all we want but the fact is,  the little things matter! This could not be more true that with your marriage/relationship. Let me tell you how I almost destroyed my marriage, and how I am still working to make it more than mediocre. Who wants a mediocre marriage anyways? We should all strive to make it GREAT!

When we first got married I used to write about my problems on Facebook. Many nights my marriage was the topic of choice. He didn’t pack my moving truck correctly, he didn’t show me enough attention, blah blah blah. Anything that upset me automatically went to Facebook, almost as a way to gain support and ammunition for my next argument. “Well Jane agreed that it was stupid of you to fold your socks. Who does that anyways?”. In all honesty, I was a shitty wife! And I’m ashamed that my husband ever had to endure that amount of disrespect and embarrassment.  What seems like something harmless can usually do the most damage, and it did! In my mind all I wanted was justification for my feelings/actions but in his mind I did not respect his difference in opinion or is needs. Essentially I was degrading him to make myself feel better. If you didn’t know this already, that’s a big no no. Under NO circumstance is it okay to make someone feel lesser of themselves just to make yourself feel better. And who wants their friends to believe that they have a shitty husband? Now I strive to build him up, to make other people say “man you’re lucky to be his wife” because you know what? I am VERY lucky!

I also would knit pick. Now this one I really struggle with even now. Old habits die hard, but they do indeed die if you put in the effort. Lets go back to the sock scenario. My husband separates his long work socks from his every day socks. In the beginning of our marriage this annoyed me to know end. Who was he to expect me to separate his socks? That’s ridiculous! But was it really? No. I used to complain about every little move he made that I thought was wrong. He didn’t fold the laundry my way, he didn’t load the dishwasher my way. He didn’t pick out matching clothes for our kids. The list is endless. If it wasn’t done BY ME then it was wrong. And then something magical happened. Instead of listening to me bitch and degrade him, he just stopped helping. Oh and there was more bitching to be had. How dare he! But you know what? I was selfish and ungrateful! I had demanded, not even asked, I demanded his help and here I was tearing him down for not doing it my way. Wrong move honey.  Its a sure fire way to get him to quit helping  altogether!

Anyone else got caught up in their feelings and denied him sex? Am I the only one? Surely not! After all “women only control one thing and that’s sex” right? Right? Men need sex the way women need romance and attention. Sex is not only a way to feel closer physically but emotionally as well, and that is true for both men and women! By constantly putting his needs on the back burner you’re setting yourself up for the same response from him. We demand our needs be met yet we so often forget that he has needs too. Often we are to tired, just not in the mood, or all touched out. In our minds that is reasonable, after all we’ve had a long day chasing kids. But for the average man its almost like saying “I don’t love or desire you anymore”, and for men this can be a huge hit. I never realized how huge of an impact this had until my husband said “you hate me don’t you?” when I turned him down for the 10th night in a row. His statement couldn’t have been further from the truth, but in his mind I didn’t want to be close to him in the way he needed so he felt unloved and neglected. I’m not saying you should be his sex slave, I’m saying you should think about your reasons for saying no and ask yourself if its worth hurting your marriage over.

Our marriage was not a healthy marriage in the beginning. I’m ashamed that either of us acted the way that we did, but honestly, its become the norm in todays society. You make one mistake and I’m gone. Divorce is on the rise because its easier than putting the work and effort into it. I chose to take the road less travelled so to speak. I chose to honor and love my husband in all that I do. Do I fall short? Almost every day! We all do! But I wake up and tell myself, today you will be a better wife than yesterday! It takes effort, it takes commitment, it takes selflessness. Its easy to get caught up in the me me me of life. But I am prime example, if you put yourself aside and put your spouses needs first, it will make a world of difference.

I started by letting go and realizing that he is human and humans make mistakes. I make mistakes daily, why can’t he? Once I realized the double standard Ive been working hard to fix it. Now I’m working on not picking apart every move that he makes. We are different people with different opinions and mannerisms. I cannot expect him to do everything the exact way I *think* it should be done. And I show him I love him daily. I do the extra little things without him needing to ask, I tell him I love him often, and I remind him that I am in this for the long haul. Poor man is stuck with me till death do us part! I won’t be another statistic, will you?

 

Much Love,
SHM

 

 

Happiness in the midst of struggle

Have you ever come across a person in life that just knocks you back a few steps? Not literally, that would be quite unfortunate, but figuratively. Until just a few short months ago I had not had this happen to me. I have not met a person that amazes me the way this person does now. We will call her Optimus Prime or OP for short.

OP showed up randomly. I had known her for many years. We graduated from the same high school. To be honest, I didn’t really like her that much back then. I found her arrogant and quite frankly, just a bit snotty. Haha. But the old saying “people never change” could not be further from the truth with OP. The girl I knew back then is no where near the woman that I know now.

The woman I have had the please of getting to know has really grown to be a beautiful and strong woman. She is one of my biggest motivators, challengers, and she is the person that inspires me daily. I say my biggest challengers because despite her struggles she kills me in our step challenges on fitbit every single week. I do not think there has been a single week where I have won, and if I did you can guarantee it was because she forgot her watch. Haha.

OP has Multiple Sclerosis . If you aren’t familiar please read up on it. I really had no clue what it was until hearing OP’s diagnosis and story. I will not go into great detail as it is not my story to share, but if you know anyone who has ever been diagnosed with MS, ask them! I am sure they would be more than willing to tell you!

I was brought into OP’s life again by chance and at first I was weary at first. I did not know how far she had come. I had followed her for some time on social media but lets be real, you never truly know someone through their social media. You only see what they allow you to see. So in the beginning it was a bit awkward. We weren’t sure if we should share or keep to ourselves. With time those walls came tumbling down. I got to see the woman she had grown into and how she was fighting her disease head on. Did I mention she kicks my ass on fitbit weekly?

Just recently she started going through a relapse. I could tell it was starting to bother her but she kept on smiling. She kept moving on with her life, dealing with one symptom after the next. Had you just met her, you would not have even seen it because she marched right through it with such grace.

She is a mother to an awesome little boy, to whom I stole the nickname from. She is a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend. MS does not define her nor does it stop her from living life to her maximum potential. She does not let it bring her down or make her unhappy. She fights through it. Even on her darkest days she is still one of the happiest, most humble people I have ever met. She has taught me that there is more to life than just your struggles. That your struggles do not define who you are.

Over the last few months I have gotten to watch her. I have watched her struggle with her MS and even without, but the one thing I have noticed is that she always finds a reason to smile. She doesn’t let the weight of her diagnosis stop her from living the most meaningful life she can. She challenges me daily to do the same whether that be through fitbit or telling me I’m being a big baby. She encourages me to look at the positives and not dwell in the negative. To look forward to each day.

You can choose to let your struggles drag you down or you can find your happiness in the midst of them. The choice is yours.

 

 

 

Has Bitterness Taken Over?

I’ve spent much of my life being bitter for one reason or another. I grew up with drug addicted parents and grandparents. My mother had me at 14 and my grandmother raised me. My father has never played a huge role in my life. None of this is new to me. At the age of 25 its pretty much all I’ve known. Even now I do not have a picture perfect life.

On Christmas I didn’t realize just HOW bitter I was until my mother showed up. She had worked Christmas day and was already angry. She came in complaining about EVERYTHING, I am not exaggerating. I cut the turkey to soon, the potatoes were to lumpy, the sweet potatoes weren’t good, I forgot to stuff the turkey, and “why did you cook it all so early?” (dinner was to be done at 3 and it was. Everyone else was late). If she could get upset about it, she did.  I got so angry with her so I went to my daughters room to nurse her and cried as I  prayed that she not know the bitterness that was in my mothers heart. That she be joyous and happy. And then it dawned on me…. Here I was praying she not be like my mother but often times I have said to myself “man I sound like my mother”. I cried harder. I am just as bitter as she is, but for what reason? Because my life did not go as planned? Because I hit a few rough patches?

So for the last few days I have been doing research, studying, making myself aware of the physical and emotional toll being bitter takes on your body. Did you know bitterness can make you physically sick? Well it can. And then I was trying to think of ways that I could let go of some of my bitterness and learn to “forget”. One of the common traits of a bitter person is that they replay things over and over in their head. I do this frequently. So I came up with a list of things I can do to help. Its small,  but even in a few days my husband has noticed a difference. He said “thank you for being patient with me and not getting upset about the little stuff”. Here is my list of 4 things you can do to work through your bitterness.

 

  1. Start by evaluating yourself and your surroundings. Are you putting off a happy vibe? Do you constantly talk about everything that is wrong with your life? STOP IT! Complaining is a huge deal for me. I tend to nit pick and complain about everything. “You stirred my coffee the wrong way? How dare you! You should be able to read my mind and KNOW just how I like it! ” Complaining hurts not only you but everyone around you.
  2. Let it go for good. Did someone upset you? Are you replaying that moment in your head over and over? Let it go, and let it go for good! Show them kindness and move on. You cannot change another’s actions but you can change your reaction.
  3. Laugh with your child/ren and family. Find things that make you happy and enjoy them often! For me it is making my kids smile. There is nothing more I love on this earth than to hear their laughs.
  4. Remove the negative people. Bitterness breeds bitterness and it spreads like the plague. Surround yourself with positive and happy people, it is sure to brighten your mood and your life!

Now I know these things are not easy. You cannot choose your family but you can limit your exposure. First, change your mind and your attitude, then change your atmosphere. I cannot tell you it is an easy journey. I cannot tell you exactly how to go about doing these things, what I can tell you is that the benefits are astounding! Start the new year with a new attitude. Let go of your bitterness and make a better life for yourself and those you are around. If I can do it, so can you!

 

Much Love,

SHM

 

To The Baby I Did Not Want

The news of you came at a very critical time in my life. A time where I was sure I was officially DONE having children. I was ready for life to get settled, to get my body back, to adjust to being a mother to three growing boys. I was finally accepting that we would not be having more children and was okay with that decision, after all your brothers were more than I could handle at the time. I had a 4 year old and 8 month old twins. I was NOT prepared for you. Your daddy knew I was pregnant before I did. I think he could just sense that something was different but I was in denial. To ease his mind I decided to take a pregnancy test one morning. I left it sitting in the bathroom and went on about my day as usual. I was pouring a cup of coffee when I heard screams coming from the bathroom. Believing that Daddy was playing a joke on me I just kept sipping my coffee. About 5 minutes later I went in and looked at that test I had left sitting and sure enough it was positive and there was no denying it! I began to panic immediately. How could I be having another child before the twins were even 1 year old? I just possibly couldn’t!

I wish I could say that I began to accept the idea over the next few months but I didn’t. The longer I was pregnant the more I worried and the angrier I got. How could we have been so careless? We did not want or need another child right now. I spent many nights crying and found myself in a spiraling depression at one point. I had mentioned to people how I just was not excited and honestly was scared. I was scared that I would not bond with you and that you would feel that and resent me one day. I was scared that I would not be a good enough mother for FOUR children ages 4 and under. I did not feel as if I would survive this. It was the hardest and scariest thing I had faced so far in life and I just did not know how to cope with it. I thought finding out you were a girl would help get me a little more excited but it did just the opposite. I had no idea how to parent a little girl!

Your birth was something of a miracle. We had planned a nice and quiet home birth for you. I woke up on a Thursday morning and noticed that my water was leaking. “Oh boy! Here we go!” I thought, but that was not the case. Labor never stuck around and my water resealed itself! I was not even aware until that moment that it could happen that way! Fast forward 2 weeks and many sleepless nights and it was finally your birth day! We had decided to make the trip to the hospital instead. I was feeling uneasy after the last scare and sought comfort in my doctor that had delivered your brothers and the capabilities of the hospital. I am so thankful that I did! With every push your heart rate would drop dramatically. When you came out your umbilical cord was wrapped around your neck THREE times! I could have lost you!

It was in that moment that I fell in love with you. All of you. Deeply and truly. They put you on my chest and it felt as if I could finally breathe for the first time in months. A calm came over me and I couldn’t help but be in awe of you. How something I had dreaded for so long could make everything in the world stand still. I no longer feared how I would handle being a mother to four children or how I would manage life with a girl. I just knew for a fact that this is how it was meant to be and that everything would be fine.

You are currently sleeping peacefully in my arms and are one of the most beautiful things I have ever laid my eyes on. You are as close to perfect as they come. I feel foolish now. Foolish for ever doubting myself or my ability to love you the way you need. I know now that this is how our life was meant to be and I couldn’t imagine it any other way. I finally feel as if our life is complete. We have been blessed with four perfectly healthy, mostly (because what kid is happy all the time?) happy, awesome children. I thank God daily for blessing me with each and every one of you, even if I was angry with his decision at first, because at the end of the day I know this is exactly where we are supposed to be.

I love you.

 

Kids VS. Technology Part II

If you haven’t checked out part one to this post please feel free to check it out first here! It will make it easier to follow and understand this post.

In the last blog post I mentioned that we would be going on a 30 day media black out and sure enough we did! We made it an entire month without social media. It really was not as hard as I anticipated. I did miss the adult interaction that I got from it but I did not miss the time it took away from my family. I can honestly say it really improved things in our house! Don’t believe me? Try it yourself! 🙂

Just a few ways it helped our family:
My house stayed cleaner! Instead of searching through Facebook while cooking dinner I was able to start a load of laundry. When I usually would be flipping through Instagram I was now sweeping the floor. When not constantly looking at my phone I was able to see just one more smile from one of my children or have a conversation with my husband while laying in bed. All things I had taken for granted before.

Like I said before, technology is amazing! I cannot and will not disagree with that but it is NOT everything! It is getting in the way of husbands and wives, parents and children, its even put before you animals! Did I mention how much drama I saved myself by being away from social media? A TON! I added back my Facebook today and was “informed” of all that I had missed while gone, the funny thing is that I really didn’t care! It was actually a relief that I did not have to witness or be a part of such petty nonsense.

Do you know the impact our 30 day media black out had on our children? We were able to work with our oldest son on his letters, numbers, and writing. He can now write his name better than I can write mine. Our stubborn twin that refused to walk is now taking steps all because we started working with him in our free time instead of looking through our phones. Our non talker is now signing words! He knows quite a few signs! All of this because we sat down our phones for ONE month! Imagine what we could do in 3 months, or 6 months, or even a year!

When I think about all of the times my phone came before my children I am truly ashamed with myself as a person and as a mother. That is NOT the kind of parent I wanted to be and I will not be that person again. My children deserve better than that. My family deserves better than that.

I will not go into the details of just how it helped my marriage but I will say this, in 7 years of our relationship I did not realize just how much we had changed as individuals and as a couple until we put down our phones. Not in a bad way, but it was different. Our conversations are about different things, we do things differently together, and we react to one another completely different. Again, all things I had taken for granted. I just assumed that he didn’t want to discuss how his day was when in reality all he wanted was for me to ask and he wanted to hear about mine! Even the scary poop stories that I share in full detail! These things did not appeal to him before but they did now and somewhere along the way I lost sight of that. I lost sight of a lot of things.

Will I check Facebook again? Sure! But I will make sure it is not getting in the way of my family any longer. We all deserve that much at the very least.

If you have followed along or are wanting to try it out please let me know your results as well! I would love to hear how it has impacted other families! Lets not let technology run and ruin our lives any longer!

Much love,

SHM

Thanking the Dads

I tend to ramble on and on about my motherly duties and how tiring they can be, after all the blog is called Staying Home Mommy. But I don’t mention the man standing beside me through it all. A lot of times he gets left out in the stories as if he wasn’t there, but the truth is, most of the time I wouldn’t have made it through the day without him.

This weekend, EASTER WEEKEND, every single person in our house came down with the nastiest stomach bug. It started with one of the twins, then moved to the other. They were both fine for a day and then BAM! Older brother and both parents woke up sick the following morning. It wasn’t until this happened that I was more thankful than usual for the man next to me.

I can handle poop like its nothing. It does not phase me in any way, not the smell or look of it. After having 3 kids I think I’ve become pretty immune to it. But puke I cannot handle. I would rather change 6 billion diapers than have to clean up one puke mess. My husband is total opposite. He cannot handle poop but does puke like a champ. It was this weekend that I realized we made the PERFECT team. We had all the bases covered and the weekend went pretty smoothly despite it.

Sometimes I feel like dads get overlooked. Household duties tend to fall on the mother. Diapering, changing, cleaning, clothing, all of that is a “mothers” job. That is not how it works in our house. My husband and I share the duties equally. I cook dinner, he plays with the kids. He gives the kids a bath while I get clothes and milk ready. We play as a family and put them to bed together. We take turns getting up with them on the weekends and split all diaper duty. He is not your average man and I am so thankful for that. He is not afraid to get his hands dirty or to clean up. He has mastered folding laundry (when we met his mother would even pack his overnight bags for him!), he doesn’t mind cooking, and he loves to play with our children more than anything.

We actually don’t have a lot of friends because we are not the normal couples our age. We have been invited out to party and things and he will respectfully turn them down because he is a man that wants to spend time with his family. Now don’t get me wrong, he does like a beer every now and then but he usually will wait until all the children are asleep and cuddle with me on the couch beer in hand. Its just what works for us. Its not the norm anymore for men to WANT to be around their families. He has lost his best high school friend for this very reason. Both men have  grown up, gotten jobs, and grew their own families. My husbands best friend likes to go out on the weekends and drink with his friends, leaving his wife alone to fend for herself. She does all the cooking, cleaning, shopping, and caring for the children alone. Our family is complete opposite of this.

My husband just two weeks ago had a vasectomy. We are pregnant with baby #4 and knew long before now that we did not want any more so he had the procedure done. Now I’m not sure if any of you know that goes but after the procedure he was instructed to rest for 3 days with little to no physical activity. That weekend just so happened to fall on our grocery shopping weekend (we only shop every two weeks). I was going to pack up all three kids and go by myself. It wasn’t a huge deal to me. I actually wanted to give him some down time to relax a little, we all know he needs it every now and then. But he refused. Such a stubborn man he can be. Shopping is a family affair and he did not want to miss it despite my pleading. At that moment it made me quite angry. After all, who didn’t want to sit in peace and quite for a few hours? I know I sure would sometimes! But not him. He wanted to be where his family was.

Its just little things like this that make me realize how truly blessed I am to have found a man so family oriented. They are far and few between for sure. He does a lot for us and a lot of times goes without thanks. So I want to stop and take a minute to thank the man that is the glue to this crazy family. Without him I am not sure what we would do.

So my awesome husband, thank you for providing, caring, loving, and being involved. Thank you for all the things you do that most of the time go unnoticed. Thank you for working hard and putting us first. Thank you for cleaning puke, wiping little noses, and kissing booboos, those seen and unseen. Thank you for being everything a man should be and so much more. We love you more than words can describe. Oh! And thank you for putting the toilet paper roll on the right way and the toilet seat down even if I am the only girl in the house right now. 🙂

To all the men out there who are not scared to get down and dirty and do “womens work”, I commend you! The world needs more men like you!

Much Love,

SHM

Respect starts with the parents!

I tend to be a people watcher of sorts. I like to see how people react in public and with one another. One thing I watch for in particular is how parents react to their children and vice versa. Having 3 of my own children I know how stressful it can be to take children ANYWHERE in public. There are so many things that can trigger a meltdown and I have felt the embarrassment of having to deal with one in the middle of a crowded place but I handled it accordingly and moved on, as most parents should, but don’t always.

We take our kids out for a special treat every few weeks. It’s usually nothing fancy and today was certainly no different. We ended up at McDonalds so that our oldest could play and run off some energy. The weather here cannot seem to make up its mind and it decided to snow this morning, although it did not stick. So after a day of being stuck in the house we all needed a little break.

Upon arrival I took the kids to the play area while my husband ordered food. I walked into the play place with three kids in tow and it truly was like walking into a zoo. I was not comfortable even sitting my children down or letting our oldest go play. There was a group of children between the ages of about 4-8 years old. There were 5 of them altogether but even in such a huge open space it felt as if there were 300. They were climbing on the slide, jumping OFF of tables and chairs, swinging from the railing of the play area, jumping into the mesh net so hard it seemed as if the polls would fall over, and at one point were wrestling one another to the floor and choking each other. They came very close to knocking my 4 year old down a number of times. I know the saying goes “kids will be kids” but I am a firm believer that children should grow up with respect for people and others property.

It took me about 10 seconds to find the adult with these children. He was sitting in a corner at a table alone. Much to my surprise he actually was paying very close attention to the children. When looking for the caretaker of the children I just assumed that he would have been occupied on other things and did not notice the behavior of the children. Every parent in the room was watching them ‘go wild’ as they called it yet their actions did not bother the man. At one point an older couple had an employee politely come ask them to stop. When the employee left the children settled for a moment and then it happened. The adult with them got upset stating how ridiculous it was that his children treat their play place with a little respect, then reiterating that the children did not need to settle down. And off the children went to do as they pleased despite the employees request.

It made me realize that the lack of respect in todays society did NOT start with this generation but with their parents. If the parents have no respect for others things what is that teaching our children? If we refuse to discipline or correct in any way do you truly think we are going to raise well rounded citizens? No. The saying “lead by example” cannot be more true today than it has ever been. The sad part is that most parents would rather sit back and turn a blind eye than have to DEAL with their children. You are not doing a child any favors by allowing them to do as they please. Is it easier? Hell yes! There are days when my kids do something and I just do not feel like dealing with it for the ten thousandth time but if I do not correct it now then who will? The police a few years down the road? I refuse to let it get that far! Children need structure, guidance, discipline, and love. They need someone to teach them, as well as show them respect.

We live in a society where people feel entitled to things that they have not earned or worked for. Respect is not given freely to whoever believes they deserve it, it is earned. This is something every parent should be instilling in their children from a very young age. I am no perfect parent and make mistakes daily but my children always say please and thank you and I’ll be damned if they ever treat someone else’s property with such little care, especially if I am sitting right there to stop them. Parents, get off butt and do what parents are supposed to do! Educate and guide your children in the right direction. It is much easier to do it at 4 than at 14 because by that time it is usually much to late. My motto is this….  I would rather correct now and be proud later than to overlook now and be sorry later.

Much Love,

SHM

Ah-Ha Mommy Moment

You know that moment when you get a brilliant idea or when something just “clicks”? The little light in your head goes on and all of the sudden everything seems more clear? I had this moment a few days ago. I will go ahead and say this though, it wasn’t the average Ah-Ha moment, more of a realization of sorts. It was the moment I knew without a shadow of a doubt that mommyhood had taken over my life. Not in the routine day to day life but in every aspect.

I was gifted something that truly made my day. I was so giddy, almost as happy as the little girl who gets to paint her own nails for the first time. Words cannot truly describe how happy this gift made me. Are you ready to hear what this amazing gift was? It was a set of freemies! What are those you ask? They are these tiny little cups that allow you to pump breast milk while still FULLY clothed! Aside from the hum of the pump and the odd shaped boobies nobody would ever know! Now why does this make me so happy? Because bearing your breasts for the world to see every two hours isn’t as appealing as I pictured. My mother has some very awesome *can you feel the sarcasm? * pictures of me while pumping. I felt, and looked, like a cow being milked. No more!

It was as I was jumping for joy that it hit me. I am the true definition of a mother. When things like pumping my boobs privately seems like a gift from the heavens. When my oldest no longer asks me why there’s white stuff coming from my nipples. Children are so innocently curious aren’t they? Haha.

It was in that moment that I realized mommyhood had become me. We were one. There was nothing I could do to fight it as I had tried for so long. I am now sneaking thin mint cookies in the bathroom, overly excited by the thought of pumping in private, and relaxed at the sound of my children’s laughter. Mommyhood and I have become one, and I’m totally okay with that!

 

Much love,

SHM