My Beautiful Birthday Girl

My baby turns a whopping 5 years old on Sunday. Man, time flies!! As I look back at pictures of my beautiful little girl, it gives me chills to think of how much she's grown and matured in 5 short years.

 

She was born on Monday, February 1, 2010, at 4:16 in the afternoon after 6 hours of terrifying "first-time mom" labor. She came out as a whopping 6 pounds 10 ounces of screaming perfection and she hasn't stopped screaming yet.

 

She was a perfect baby, ate like a champ and slept even better. Sleeping through the night at 3 weeks? Man, I'm gonna rock this mom thing. I couldn't have asked for a better baby. Then... perfection ended. She turned into a "don't touch that" "get down from there" "don't put that in your mouth" "I'm going to count to 3, eight times" mobile crawler. Literally, everything went in her mouth... shoes, food, soap, even glass one time. Yeah, little "Hoover" ate glass from a dropped baby food jar - trip Numero Uno to the ER. And this just as a crawler. Then, walking. Lord... it's like the "Terrible Twos" started at 14 months. With walking came climbing... on everything, including the recliner in our living which she took a nose dive off of and knocked herself out - trip Numero Dos to the ER with a concussion. At 14 months I knew she was hardheaded. Little did I know how hardheaded this child would eventually become.

 

Terrible Twos - ohhh lawd - help me. You want to talk about a strong-willed child? I knew I needed Jesus the first time she hit me in the face and pointed her finger at me and said "no." Testing my patience from the very beginning. You always have an idea of what type of parent you'll be before you have kids. Well, you might as well throw everything you've ever thought about being as a parent in the trash because it's not going to happen. From warming bottles in the microwave, to throwing away the bottle sanitizer, thinking you'll buy fresh fruits and veggies to make your own baby food, changing diapers on those disgusting changing tables in bathrooms, letting them put dropped pacifiers back in their mouths and eating food off the floor - yup, I let all that go. I've done all the things I swore I'd never do as a parent and she's just fine.

 

I've watched her go from a perfect, angel baby to a strong-willed toddler and then to a lively, backtalking preschooler and I wouldn't have it any other way. She has fiery spirit and a way with words which most adult don't possess. She has her father's amazing sense of humor and taste in music and my smart mouth and uncanny ability to bargain and talk her way out of trouble. She has an opinion about everything from picking out her own clothes to specifically how she wants her hair done. She's loving and she's not afraid to show it. You absolutely cannot walk out of her bedroom at night without at least a million hugs, kisses, I Love Yous and please don't leave yets.

 

They say "time flies when you're having fun" and that couldn't be more true. I've had an absolute blast being her mom and I can't ever remember there being a dull moment when she was around. From jumping on the bed to making up jokes and song, she's the reason I smile everyday and my heart is filled with joy. She's my heartbeat and I can't wait to be her mom for the rest of my life. I can't wait to watch her grow up and grow into my best friend.

 

So to my baby girl on your almost 5th birthday - Mommy is so incredibly proud of you. I can't wait to watch you turn into a smart, talented, loving, beautiful young lady and I love you to the ends of the Earth and back.

 

 

My Ifs Ands Or Butts On Gay Marriage

 

Yes... I said "Butts" to be a pun. Excuse me, I couldn't help myself.

Most people who know me know I'm all about free love. Period. Love who you love and love them well. With that being said, there's a lot of hoopla going on in the State of Alabama in regards to gay marriage. On Sunday, U.S. District Judge Callie V.S. "Ginny" Granade, struck down Alabama's same-sex marriage ban. I view this as a huge win for the State of Alabama and same-sex couples in our state. The ruling will likely be appealed and held up in our court system for years to come, but it is a step in the right direction.

 

Before you read further and comment with your bible verses and anti-homosexual nonsense, let me speak my piece. My peace may be different than yours, and that's okay. That's why we live in a great nation where you can speak your piece without fear.

 

I wholeheartedly believe in a clear separation of church and state. I do not believe that when our Constitution was written that our forefathers ever thought gay marriage would be an issue with the language it was written in. Do I believe that "marriage" should be between a man with a penis and a woman with a vagina? Absolutely. A marriage, a biblical marriage. There's my problem. Do I believe that two females or two males who love each other and have committed their lives to one another should be allowed the same benefits as a male and female who marry? Absolutely.

 

If I had it my way, the law across the board would be written as such: If you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, entitle each other to your benefits and medical coverage, and raise children together, whether that be male-male, female-female or male-female, you could take your happy asses down to the courthouse, pay them $20 and be "civilly unionized." Whatever you want to call it. If you believe in a "traditional marriage," after you visit the courthouse and make it legal, take your happy asses down to your church and have a traditional wedding. But I believe in the eyes of the law, it should be no different. It can certainly be different in the eyes of the church, but shouldn't be in the eyes of the law.

 

Imagine this: imagine you have been with someone your entire life. You've built a life with them, loved them, raised children together, been completely committed to them forever and they get sick. You two have no one else. Just each other and someone tells you that you are unable to make end-of-life decisions for this person who has been your spouse your whole life. In some cases, not even allowed to visit them in certain areas of a hospital because you are not considered "immediate family." Then imagine that your spouse dies. You are not entitled to their benefits upon death, such as retirement. If you had children together, but those children only happened to be "legal children" of you, they aren't entitled to your spouse's benefits either. What if at your job you were unable to cover your spouse under your health insurance benefits? Or if those children were legally theirs and not your own, be able to cover your children for healthcare benefits? They cannot take out life insurance policies in each others' name. How do you financially protect those you love if something were to happen to you? And imagine the difficulties filing taxes especially for gay, male couples in this state. Any male reading this, you know how this state rapes you on taxes, imagine now if your partner was also male, how many benefits you guys, as a couple, would be missing out on.

 

Not only are the above some problems they face, but further problems they face if they were "married" in a state that recognizes that union and move here where not only is it illegal for them to wed, but we do not recognize their legal union from elsewhere. The children they have adopted, loved and raised together now only have one parent in the eyes of the state. Only that one "legal" parent is allowed to make medical decisions for them. Example: my son had two legal parents, myself and Evan that were able to make necessary decisions for him. But, had his other parent been a female, she would have been unable to make medical decisions for him. What if he had to have a procedure done that a parent had to sign for. I was en route from Nashville by the time my son arrived at Children's, had he had to have an operation that would have saved his life, she would not have been allowed to make that decision absent my presence.

 

These are a few of the problems thousands of same-sex couple face every day. It's just the tip of the iceberg for them. I was raised in a Christian household. My parents do not believe in "allowing the gays to get married." They do not judge, they love everybody, but I also think that they are unaware of the problems these couples face. They know and love people who are gay, but they are older and may not understand legally what a gay marriage ban means for these people that they know and love. This seems to be apparent in many older people I talk to. All they hear is the "abomination" of letting the gays get "married." What they fail to listen to is the problems they face logistically from a financial standpoint.

 

So, to reiterate what I said above, I propose an equal, across the board "civil union" for everybody. Male-male, female-female or male-female that would entitle you to reap the benefits of sharing your life with someone financially and emotionally. But should you be religious and believe in a Biblical definition of "marriage," then after you ride down to the courthouse to ensure that you and your spouse are entitled to your legal benefits as a committed "married" "civil-unionized" couple, then take your happy asses down to your church and get "married" there.

 

I wrote this not from a Christian standpoint, but from a human standpoint and from a human standpoint, I believe in love. And I believe in protecting those you love. It's time that our nation, our state in particular, believe in love and allow those who love each other to also legally protect each other. Also, if you don't "believe" in gay marriage, don't have one.

P.S. I would watch the shit out of Gay Divorce Court. Can you imagine two Queens (<-- I hope that's not offensive) fighting over the Elton John box set? Amazing.

Dear New Mom




Being a mom makes you crazy and that's ok.

Dear new mom:

 

Congrats!! You've survived the "miracle" of birth no matter how it happened - whether you went into labor at home, induced early to claim that baby on your taxes that year, scheduled a C-Section, vaginally birthed a tiny human "all natural," had every drug they could offer you or whether you had a baby on the side of the road, you're now a mom and you have a perfect little human to show for it. You've been entrusted with another human life to love, protect and mold into a successful human being. You're scared, you're tired and you wonder every day if you're doing things right. Don't worry. You're doing just fine, but here's some things that will help you out along the way.

 

(1) They tell you "breast is best" but don't beat yourself up if you struggle or you can't breastfeed at all. That baby will be just fine. I was unable to breastfeed either of mine. Don't let anyone tell you you're doing it wrong. I had numerous people tell me I was wrong for not breastfeeding my kids... hey guess what? It's either formula or starve. Sometimes your body doesn't give you a choice in the matter.

 

(2) Sleep when the baby sleeps? Hahaha, I wish it were that simple, but while that precious baby is asleep, there are things that need to be done - laundry, dishes, bottles, bathing yourself, feeding yourself. It's a lot. Try to get sleep when you can. Be a walking zombie. It's okay, we've all been there. We can't do everything and sometimes sleep wins. And that's okay too. Enlist the help of anybody you can. Ask for specific things like "hey, please come fold and put up my laundry." And if all else fails, hide those dirty dishes in the oven if someone comes over.

 

(3) If you're walking around in the same clothes you had on yesterday, that's okay. If those same clothes have spitup, poop or any other bodily fluid on them, so be it.

 

(4) Germs are good. It helps their immune system. Don't bathe people in hand sanitizer if they want to hold your baby. And let people hold your baby. Nobody likes the kid that's terrified of everybody. Socialize them, they'll thank you for it later.

 

(5) If your baby drops a pacifier on the ground, do not fumble around in a baby bag for paci wipes, pick up, put it in your mouth and stick it back in theirs. Like I said, germs are a good thing.

 

(6) Onesies with zippers are the best thing ever invented. Buy those. The ones with buttons are a bitch in the middle of the night.

Yup... Baby Brezza. Buy it. Trust me.

(7) Spend the extra money on the baby formula machine that automatically makes fresh bottles. Also, the best thing invented. Just press a button and in 60 seconds, you have a perfectly warm, perfectly mixed bottle. Well worth the money. It's like a baby Kurig.

 

(8) If you want to sleep train your baby or you want your baby to co-sleep with you, either way, do what works for you.

 

(9) Don't take everything so seriously. They are only little once, enjoy it. If the laundry isn't done and the dishes aren't clean, don't sacrifice that cuddle time for it. It won't be too long and they'll be wiggly toddlers that squirm out of your arms every chance they get.

(10) Your baby will not die if they put sand in their mouth at the playground. I promise.

(11) Enjoy them not having so much hair. Getting tangles out of a four year old's hair every morning is not fun.

(12) Take pictures with your babies. Even if you look a mess. Take them every chance you get. I have about a million pictures of my kids, but very few with me in them. Try sometimes to be in front of the camera instead of behind.

(13) Everybody will tell you to "put your phone down" because you're wasting precious moments not giving your child your full attention. Listen, if checking Facebook or the 18,000 emails in your inbox gives you a moment of peace and sanity, take it.

(14) If you have a thing against bodily fluids from another person, might as well go ahead and get over that. You will be peed on, thrown up on and pick another human's boogers more than you will be willing to admit. Being a mom is messy, it is what it is. Comes with the territory.

(15) Sometimes babies don't smell good. Actually, kids in general smell awful. But the good thing about babies is, you don't have to bathe them everyday. My mother was under the impression when my kids were born that even as newborns they needed a bath every day. Nope... don't fool with that mess. All they do is lay there. They eat, sleep, pee, shit, repeat... all day, every day. Trust me, when they're older and think it's hilarious to fart in the bathtub, you'll relish in the days you only had to give baths maybe 3 times a week. You ever cleaned poop out of a bathtub? It's not on the highlight reel of my best parenting moments.

(16) *And last, but not least, probably my best advice* DO NOT TRY TO CATCH THROW UP IN YOUR HANDS!! Ever. For any reason. Lesson learned. The floor is always best. Just trust me on this one. 

So here's the thing about being a mom - it's hard, it's messy and NOBODY has all the answers. So flipping hard. You always wonder if you're doing the right things or if they're going to turn out okay. Nobody wants to be the mom that raised a serial killer. Truth is none of us are perfect. There is no perfect parent. Just love your babies and always have their best interests at heart and you'll do just fine. So listen to "veteran moms'" advice, or don't. We're all just kinda winging it anyway. 

See... no perfect parent. This is picture of my four year old climbing counters while I was watching the news.  I freaked out for a moment then I realized she did the hard part already and I was actually pretty impressed. Touche' tiny Spiderman.
 

So to the "new mom": I promise you'll survive. Maybe not as gracefully as others, but you'll make it. Those sleepless nights won't last forever. You may never get your body back, but you have one hell of an awesome thing to show for it. Like I said, we're all just winging it, so relax. If you become the mom that hides from her kids with a bottle of wine in the closet, or the one who sits on top of the toilet and flushes every so often while you play Trivia Crack, or you walk around every day looking a damn hot mess... who cares? Don't sweat the small things. As my mother always says, "it'll all come out in the wash."

Why I Will Frame This Picture

 

We had family pictures made this past Sunday by the lovely and talented Sue Sizemore at Southern Exposure Photography who is my best friend Adrian's mom. Anyone who knows me or my child knows that this was no easy feat. Tyler Grace is rambunctious, doesn't listen and generally destructive at all times. Don't let that pretty face fool you, she can tear some shit up. We had suffered through 45 minutes of "don't touch that" "put that down" "look over here" "smile pretty" and countless others and then came time to take pictures with Mommy. We let Tyler decide how she wanted to take pictures and the above is one of the first. This picture was actually taken on Adrian's IPhone while Ms. Sue was adjusting the lighting. It instantly became my favorite for multiple reasons.

 

(1) She looks like Grumpy Cat's long lost human sister.

 

(2) This is us. Every day. Those two faces. That's what you get: Tyler Grace being generally disinterested and me looking at her like "what in the hell is wrong with you?"

 

(3) I said in a previous post that I wish I could make our Christmas card one that instead of playing pleasant music when you open it, it's just Tyler Grace screaming for candy before bed. Let you know what's really going on with us.

 

(4) People always portray a picture perfect version of their life on social media. We're all guilty of it and that's okay, but I will not do it in my home.

 

(5) Life is messy and far from perfect, especially if you have children. Let's be honest. This picture perfectly portrays that.

 

I told someone I was going to have this one framed and their response was "Why? The others are prettier." Because... this is our REAL life.

 

So that picture will be the picture proudly displayed on my wall along with this other one... it looks wonderful, but what you don't realize is she climbed up on my shoulders while I wasn't paying attention and that was me mid-sentence saying "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Also, she's trying to lick my forehead because she's weird like that.

 

 

So lesson learned, family picture day is not fun, it's stressful and kids do weird shit that make you question why in the world you ever wanted to be a parent in the first place. But these are my memories of my child being four - her silly faces, her inability to listen and do what she's told, and her using me as her own personal jungle-gym and to me, those are the memories I don't want to forget. Long after the proofs of the perfect pictures are gone, my favorite memories of my four year old will be frozen in time on my wall in plain view for all to see and they are far from perfect.

Sure, I will get some of the "perfect" ones framed too, but these will be front and center and probably displayed in my foyer as you walk in my front door just to let you know "Welcome To The Madhouse."

Girls Who Are Just Over Stereotypes

The number of times I have been called my girlfriend's best guy friend is ridiculous, but true. I hear it A LOT and that's okay with me. I know me. I like me. And the people I like, like me. Now... dating... that's a whole different ball game. I'm pretty sure guys have grouped us women in general into this emotional, crazy, "OMG my makeup" group, but there are still some of us who this category doesn't apply to at all. Let's take a moment to understand these girls and get to know them a bit better, shall we?

 

*We're not lesbians. Not that there is anything wrong with being a lesbian, this post is just not  pertaining to lesbians. We've been called lesbians, but we're not. We like the D.

 

*We're the girls screaming at the football game. We're not trying to be cute or attract male attention. We're generally invested in the game. Don't be a jerk and try to test our knowledge. You'll just look like a dick and we'll embarrass you. This goes for any sport we may be interested in, not just football.

 

*We like multiple sports. We probably participated in them growing up and we have a wealth of knowledge on our favorites. We know our favorite players, where they played, what they play and we have an opinion on why they're our favorites. Don't try to dumb us down.

 

*We have opinions. Don't ask us for our opinion unless you want an honest, no holding back response. We're not much for saving face or wondering if it'll hurt your feelings. If you ask, we will tell you exactly what we think every time.

 

*We have filthy mouths that our mothers would frown upon. Terrible. Awful. Two drinks and we're using "fuck" like a comma. Sorry. Not really. Suck it up, buttercup. I'm not the kind of person you should put on speakerphone.

 

*We drink. A lot. Period. This doesn't need to be explained.

 

*We have a lot of guy friends. Get over it. There is not a better wingman on the planet for a guy than another girl. Ask any guy who has a girl in their "bro group."

 

*We don't like emotions. We don't have time for our own, much less yours. If you need to cry about something, please call your mother. You wouldn't go cry to your bro about getting your feelings hurt, so please don't do it to me. I have no good advice, but I can always provide you with a sarcastic comment.

 

*We'll be real with you. We expect you to be real with us. Are you dating a girl and you want to break things off? Umm... grow a set and tell her. We're big girls, we can handle it. We appreciate your honesty much more than your bullshit.

 

*We will not dress up every day. Sorry not sorry. Or wear makeup. We like our real face just fine. Your problem if you don't. We dress up when we want to. Period.

 

*We have a zero bullshit tolerance policy. If we feel as if things are too hard or it just simply requires too much effort, we're out. Plain and simple. Being with somebody shouldn't have to be so damn hard. We will not, under any circumstances, beg you to be with us. Naw... we're good.

 

*If you ask us what's wrong with us and you continue to irritate the shit out of us about it, you'll get more than you bargained for. We obviously don't want to talk about it. If we wanted to talk about it with you, we would have brought it up to you on our own free will. We don't like to be forced into conversations. Not every fucking thing needs to be talked about.

 

*Don't force us to define the relationship. We will jump ship. Period. See above: not everything has to be talked about. The only thing that needs to be said is "if you're sleeping with me, I'd appreciate that you not sleep with anyone else while you're currently sleeping with me. K? Thanks." I'm not worried about defining the relationship after a month so much as I am worried about STDs. That's it. That's all you need to know. Don't hang out with me for a month and try to slap a label on me. I will slap you in your mouth. We will not change our relationship status on Facebook. Get over yourself.

 

*If we're dating and we feel as if you need to grow a set of balls bigger than our own imaginary balls, we will tell you that... to your face. Then, if you want to cry about it, call your momma.

 

*If all you want to do is sleep with us, nothing more, nothing less, tell us that. Why is that so hard? You might get lucky and end up with a girl that says "thank God" instead of one that cries about it.

 

*We don't want a boyfriend. We want a life partner. We want somebody who has our back no matter what. Someone who is our equal. Someone who's life fits with ours, not changes it.

 

So, every girl you meet is not a pretty, pretty princess who needs to be saved. Some of us can save our damn selves and all we need from you is to stand on the sidelines and clap as we walk by. Thanks.

 

 

Ignorance About Child Loss

 

 

As a grieving mother, I feel like I've done my best to hold my own. Let's not kid ourselves, I'm a mess. I realize that but I will say this: I am still here. Broken, defeated and screaming out in pain, but I'm still here. I still go to work every day. I have a healthy, happy 4 year old at home. She gets to school on time, most of the time. There's food in my fridge, next to the wine. So all in all, we're doing okay.

 

But here's the thing about grief: it's sneaky. For months at a time you're okay. You feel okay. You think you're over "the hump" then out of nowhere here it comes again. The crippling grief crashing over you like the waves of the sea drowning you in their wake. You know it's temporary, but it's overwhelming for months at a time. It's like you're right there in the beginning again. A restart of the grieving process.

 

For those of you who are ignorant to this type of grief, let me help you out.

 

Losing a child is not comparable to losing anyone else. Do not compare your grief to mine unless you have lost a child as well. If another person tells me "well when I lost my dog [insert name here]..." I'm going to lose my fucking shit. Your mother, father, brother, sister, grandparent, and friends are all great losses, I know, I've experienced those as well, but they are the natural order of things. Losing a child is not. It goes against all of our natural instincts.

 

Losing a child is hard enough, period. Losing a child in a manner by which they were alive when you dropped them off at daycare and brain dead by the time you got to the hospital, is traumatizing, at best. Do not tell a parent that has lost a child in this manner - "at least you didn't have to watch them suffer like they were sick or something." I'm sorry. What? No. Neither is okay. Although, a sick child might have allowed for goodbye's, my situation did not.

 

Do not tell a parent that has lost a child that "God needed his baby back." Really? While that sounds good in your mind, what we hear is "Your child is better off dead than here with you." Avoid that statement and any like it such as "God picks the prettiest flowers first." <-- that one is my personal favorite.

 

Do not tell a grieving mother "well at least you have another child." This will be my answer:

Me: "Really? You have children?"

Asshole: "Yes, I have [insert number here] kids."

Me: "Ok, great. Pick the one you could live without. That's what I thought."

 

I'm allowed to be selfish when I grieve. Period. If it comes down to you getting your feelings hurt or me letting this grief out, guess who wins? Me. Every time. It IS selfish, I'm not saying it's not, but sometimes that's what it takes. Be an emotional punching bag for a little while. Trust me, I'll love you more for it in the end.

 

Our grief is not a "crutch" or an excuse for our shortcomings as people in general. Our grief is our real life every fucking day. There is no "moving on" or "getting over it" there is only "try to fucking survive it." The loss of our child changed us as people. We will never be the person we were before. Your life becomes split in two halves, your life before your child died and your life after your child died. And who we are changes from day to day. Yesterday, I was fine, dandy and happy, then today happened. Not so great today. I cried more this morning trying to get my 4 year old ready for school than I've cried in a while. More angry than anything. So it's not a crutch or an excuse, it's the worldwind of our emotions that stem from our grief taking a hold on us. There is nothing we can do. Love us through it.  

 

If you are being insensitive and I tell you that you need to educate yourself on people who are grieving the loss of a child... please do. Read a book. Hell, Google that shit. Do something constructive so you don't look like an insensitive, ignorant asshole.

 

 

 

 

 

So, does that mean we're allowed to be all consumed by our grief? Fuck yes, it does. There are people in your life who will stand beside you no matter what. And then there are people in your life that will walk away as soon as things get hard. When my grief consumes me I know I'm a different person. I'm very well aware. I'm cold, short-tempered, selfish, angry, sad and won't leave my house unless I have to. That's the me that grieves. I let it consume me. I feel as though I owe my son that. That's my last act of love for him is to grieve his loss. So if you can't love me through my grief, then walk, but don't you dare misconstrue the situation as me being a shitty person.

What I Say Versus What My Kid Hears

As a mom of a "free-spirited" (that's the nice way to put it) 4 almost 5 year old, I find myself wondering more times than not if she even understands English. Certainly, she does or at least I hope she does. But nevertheless, below is a list of things I say to my kid on a regular basis versus what my child apparently hears.

 

What I say: "Tyler Grace, hurry up, we're going to be late for school."

What TG hears: Now's a good time to take a shit.

 

What I say: "No movie tonight. You stayed up too late last night and wouldn't get up for school."

What TG hears: I can watch Mickey Mouse until I die and then I can be a HUGE asshole in the morning.

 

What I say: "Please be careful and don't get paint on yourself."

What TG hears: Please paint the entire kitchen table and then my arm.

 

What I say: "Don't jump on the bed, you'll break your neck."

What TG hears: The hospital sounds like a grand time. I should try it out.

 

What I say: "Baby, I can't pick you up, you're too heavy."

What TG hears: Tackle me violently then sit on top of me for the rest of the night. I don't have enough back problems.

 

What I say: "Eat your supper or you can't have dessert."

What TG hears: Please hate everything I cook, then eat your weight in yogurt from the fridge after I go to bed.

 

What I say: "Please don't run through the house, you'll slip and fall."

What TG hears: You're fast like lightning, show me.
 

What I say: "Honey, that stove is hot. Don't touch it."

What TG hears: Burnt flesh tastes good.

What I say: "Tyler, flush the toilet when you're finished. It's gross when you don't."

What TG hears: I want the entire bathroom to smell like shit for days.

What I say: "Don't kick the back of my seat while I'm driving."

What TG hears: Kick my seat violently until I lose my shit in 5:00 traffic.

What I say: "Please don't throw things at me while I'm driving."

What TG hears: Hit me directly in the back of the head with the hardest toy you can find.

What I say: "Tyler Grace, get inside this house right now."

What TG hears: Run freely through the yard and into the street while the neighbors watch me chase you.

What I say: "Mommy is using the bathroom. I'll be out in a minute."

What TG hears: Feel free to open the door and watch me poop. It's calming to have you sit and stare at me while I poop.

What I say: "Ty, don't squeeze Beauregard like that. He's little and you'll hurt him."

What TG hears: Squeeze him til he dies and laugh at the same time.

What I say: "Please don't hit me in the face."

What TG hears: Punch me as hard as you can square in the nose. I love when you do that.

What I say: "Tyler, put that down, you're going to break it."
What TG hears: Throw it on the floor until it shatters into a million pieces that I would love to spend my evening picking up.




This is my kid sitting on my couch eating stickers. Yes, you read that right... stickers, simply because Mommy said not to.

So you see, being a mom is not always giggles, fairy dust and rainbow farts. Sometimes being a mom just plain and simple sucks ass. Times like when your child does exactly the opposite of what you tell her. Sometimes it's funny because she's strong-willed like her mom, but sometimes it makes you want to hide in the back of your closet with a bottle of red wine. Usually, the red wine wins in the end, not Mommy.

I hope her hardheadedness (I know that's not a real word, I Google'd) carries her through life because there are times it will pay off for her to be hardheaded. So to my almost 5 year old: this is not the time to not listen to Mommy. Later, my child. Be patient. Your time for being a smartass and taking no shit from anybody will come later in life. Eventually, you will pave your own road, which I'm sure will be the one less traveled. That's your road. Mark that road with your mistakes and experiences that you learned first hand because you never listened to anything anybody ever told you. And that, my child, is okay. I will protect you your whole life, but I won't make your mistakes for you. I will allow you to make them of your own free will because learning from the choices you make will serve you better in life than keeping you sheltered from the world.

So right now, as she irritates the living shit out of me by not listening, she will learn from this. And hopefully she will learn that each of her actions have a consequence. Some good, some bad and she will learn from them. Hopefully. We shall see.