*This is in response to LZ Granderson’s article titled, “Parents, don’t dress your girls like tramps”
First, I love that this article was written by a Dad. My father may not have liked my clothing choices, but it was my Mom that took me shopping and was there in the morning when I got dressed for the day. Kudos for this Dad being not only involved, but vocal.
Now on to my daughter. Makayla, “Kay” will be 9 on the 28th of this month. She is a Tom Boy one moment, out in the dirt and collecting bugs, slugs, and salamanders. She wears old clothes, climbs trees and doesn’t care what is going on with her hair. The next day she is a Fashionista, coming down the stairs in her latest outfit creation. She loves “pretty things” and colors.
Her favorite thing to do when in a store is to go straight to the clothing section and look at the clothes. We don’t have to be buying anything, she just likes to see what’s new, touch it all, and comment with her reviews. Most Mom’s wouldn’t entertain this side trip while in a store. They have other things to get and places to be, but this time is important to me. This is when the door for what’s appropriate is opened for conversation and I will take every opportunity to have her attention. Continue reading
It’s 6AM Thanksgiving morning and the 24lb turkey is in the oven! I did the touch down hand signals once it was in and cooking. Normally I take pictures of my turkey conquest, this year, Tom the Turkey ate a little too much grain and was a handful!! I do have to say that my hands are super soft after T.T.T (Tom The Turkey) got his olive oil rub down. I threw all my favorite spices together and put T.T.T in an oven bag. Let’s all take a moment of silence to say a prayer that T.T.T turns out well. Ok, so I don’t want “well”, I want freakin awesome! I guess we’ll just have to wait and see!
I wish there were pictures of me shaking the flour around in the oven bag. . .I didn’t hold it closed tight enough and I was quickly covered in a fine mist of flour. Ahhh, a moment my husband lives for. He would get that smirk and kiss my fore head. I’m sure it would be merely for the fact that he is entertained every day in our marriage by my grace. Sigh. : ) Continue reading
Anything But Dependent is the title I chose for my weekly spouse column. I came up with this title because of the stereotype we are given. Our civilian counterparts have labeled us as dependent, needy, and whiney. I am normally pretty reserved when someone has views different from my own. I respect them, keep an open mind, and try to gain perspective from listening to others. But this is something that I can’t keep quiet about. I even caught myself snapping at a very rude woman in line behind me at the store once. She was talking about living in “this town” and how she was tired of “these lazy military wives” to a friend on the phone.
She was referring to an exhausted looking woman in pajama pants who was in front of us holding her credit card and a Military ID. While I waited for her to end her conversation, thoughts flew through my mind. Who was the woman in the pajama pants? I wonder what would bring her to the store at 7:45AM. Was she sick with no one to help her? Was she getting something for her child that couldn’t wait until later?
I then started thinking of all the times that I have gone to the store in sweat pants and my hair tied in a knotty mess just to get the much needed medicine for my children or myself. So many thoughts were rushing through my brain that it made my face heat up. The women hung up her phone and I turned to her and said, “I couldn’t help but over hear your comment about military wives, I just wanted to let you know that you are putting a very negative stereotype on a large and amazing group of women.” She replied, “There’s nothing amazing about women that sit around waiting on their husbands and having babies!” Continue reading
My daughter is a Daddy’s girl. She is a pixie of a girl who turned six this year. She is my mini me. She walks like me, talks like me, and looks like me. On some days it scares me to death and on other days I find nothing but laughter and joy. My Husband is already worried about boys, dating, and the thought of her growing up. She has my eyes and stubbornness. She is a handful on every level. I can only blame myself. This little girl follows her Dad every where. She asked to go with him on his most recent deployment, explaining that she could be his “helper”. She talks about her Dad every day. She draws pictures, writes notes to him and asks over and over, “when will Daddy be home?” But the other night, this little girl who turns my world upside down on a daily basis made me speechless.
I wanted to take a shower. A SHOWER!? First, when did such routine maintenance become guarded and appreciated treasures? Oh yeah, once I had kids.
My kids are finally getting old enough that I can close the bathroom door and take longer than five, I mean three minutes. In fact, I have been able to shave my legs more in the last year than the last ten that I have been a mother. Continue reading