It Was Bound to Happen Sometime

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Conversation between a mother and father of two teenage boys.

Mother is standing in kitchen staring at the distance.  Father walks in the front door.

“Hi Honey.  What are you doing?” – Father

“Wondering what to do.” – Mother

“Wondering about what?” – Father

“Well, I went into one of the boys backpack to get their lunch bag and found this.” – Mother

Mother points to book on kitchen counter. Father looks at book.

What is that book about?” – Father

“Apparently it’s a sex advice book for girls…I think.  There are photos and various things about sex, girls and other stuff.” – Mother

“Oh boy.  Sorry you found that.  I’m not sure what to say.  Geez.  How long have you been standing here?” – Father

“A while.  I’m in a state of shock.” – Mother

“Have you spoke to anyone yet?” – Father

No.  This is my worst nightmare.  I don’t want to talk about a sex book with my boy.  I’m sure he doesn’t want to talk with me either.  I mean, what am I supposed to say?  I always thought I find a porno magazine under the bed, but not a book in the school backpack.  This means the book has been at school and all the school buddies are reading it together.” – Mother (groan)

“Honey, I know this is hard for you.  But something like this was bound to happen sometime.  The boys are teenagers now and sex is on their mind all the time.” – Father

“Did you have a book like this when you were young?  Did your mom ever find out about it?”- Mother

“No way.  I would have died if my mom found a sex book in my room.  She would have died too.” – Father

“I haven’t died, but this sucks.  I want my babies back.” – Mother

“Tell you what, I will talk to the boy…okay?  I will find out where the book came from and will tell him we don’t want it in our home.  We have a six-year-old living in the house and the last thing we need is him finding the book by accident.” – Father.

You will?  Oh, thank you.  I’m out of wine and don’t think I could do the conversation sober.  Please do the ‘sex’ talk again while you’re at it.  You know sex in a loving, committed relationship hopefully married talk.  Throw in stuff about safe sex, respect for women and above all keep sex books out of the house.  You are the best husband and father.” - Mother

“Yes I am.  Before I do the talk can I ask you one question?”- Father

“Sure.” – Mother

“Does the book have any good advice?”- Father

Transition – Motherhood to the Workforce

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Recently, a friend of mine mentioned she was in the same situation as myself.  The situation we have in common is entering back into the workforce after a long absence due to full-time motherhood.  She said, “I’m going to watch you and see how it’s done.”

When I left the workforce 17 years ago (yikes) I didn’t give much thought about what it would be like when I wanted to return to work.  Frankly all that was on my mind was being home to care for my new baby.  Being home with my child was something I had always wanted to do and when it happened I was happy.

For many years I was home with the boys and felt fulfilled in my role as a home parent.  However, now that my youngest son is in school I feel like I need something more.   I feel ready to work outside the home and develop a career.

The closer I get to age 50 the more urgent I feel to return to work.  However, I don’t want to get a job just to have a job.  Getting a part-time job that is unfulfilling will be difficult for me to stay motivated to do.  What I want is a job that uses the skills I developed prior to having children and incorporates the new skills I acquired by becoming a mother.  Above all the job must be family friendly so I can continue to support my family.

Here are the steps I plan to take to transition from motherhood to the workforce.

1.  Determine if I want a part-time job or full-time career.

This decision was actually a difficult one to make.  Working part-time is my ideal situation, but there are very few jobs that are part-time and fulfilling.  In my chosen career field (Early Childhood Education) they are almost non-existent.  I could go back to teaching, but as I mentioned before my interests are to become a ECE Director.  Some women want a job to support the family financially and others want a career.  It is really important understand the motivations for returning to work.

2.  Know the right time to return to work.

Women (and men) who have chosen to stay home full-time have done so because they felt it was in the best interest of the children and the family.    The same consideration must be given when determining when to return to work.  Most women, who have a choice, can’t return to work until they feel their children are stable.

It’s important is to trust your instincts to know when you and the family are ready.  Other people may tell you “it’s time”, but if your heart isn’t it, choosing to work will only create an unhappy and stressful situation for everyone.

Although my little son is in full-time school I would like to give him more time to adjust to school with my support.  I have decided to not look for work for another year or so.  This will give time for my oldest son to get his driver’s license and be old enough to pick up my little son from school.  One of my biggest concerns about heading back to work is having my little son go to afterschool care.

3.  Prepare for the transition.

I have been home full-time for a long time.  I have a lot of activities I am involved in, but nothing that could compare to working outside the home.  In order to prepare myself for work I have decided to do two things volunteer and go back to school.

Most full-time home parents volunteer at their children’s school, but few do so in the field they hope their career to be in.  I am meeting with two women I admire in the Early Childhood Field next week to discuss career plans with them and volunteering.  My goal is not to get a job, but to find a place to volunteer my services that will benefit me by updating my skills and find an organization that would benefit from my skilled, free labor.

Some may think volunteering for a job I am capable of being paid for seems a waste of time, but not to me.  When you volunteer you have greater flexibly than a paid job.  I am able to offer my free services at a time that works best for me.  I haven’t worked in my career field for a long time.  Volunteering allows me to get updated on skills and possibly make future career connections.  Win-win as far as I am concerned.

I am also heading back to school.  The state I live in has new education requirements for my chosen career.  I need to have the courses completed and get a permit prior to looking for work.

4.  Stay flexible

Plans are wonderful to have, but when you have children staying flexible is crucial.   So much can happy in a few months to a year.  Some things may work out and some may not.  I will have to remember to stay open to new ideas and not get too set in my thinking one way to return back to work is best.

One last note on the topic.  I wanted to mention is if you’re not ready to head back to work don’t apply for jobs.  I have done this several times and have been offered jobs only to turn them down and look like a fool in the process.  Sometimes full-time home parents get lonely, bored, anxious, and think finding a job right away will erase all those feelings.  Apply for jobs when you are prepared, the family is ready and the timing is right.   Employers deserve to hire someone who is ready to work, not someone whose heart is elsewhere.

I shared my thoughts to a friend of mine recently.  Her husband is ready for her to go back to work, but she isn’t sure.  I suggested she view getting back to work as a slow transition very similar to how we transition children from preschool to full-time school and to begin the process I mentioned above.  Here’s what she had to say,

Thanks for the inspiration … I am now officially in a slow transition back to the workforce instead of kicking and screaming straight back to work.  ;)

Hope the transition works out for both of us.

 

 

Bell or Ball

Conversation between a mother, a father and a teenage son.

“Mom, are you getting ready to do your kettlebell workout?” – Old Boy

“Son, it’s not kettlebell it’s kettleball.” – Mother

“No, it’s kettlebell.  Go look at the cover of your DVD Mom.” – Old Boy

Mother walks over to where DVD is.  Mother looks at DVD cover.

Oh my God!  It is kettlebell.  I’ve said kettleball for months.  I even did an entire blog calling them kettleballs.  I feel like such a dork.” – Mother

“Well, at least you didn’t call them “cattle balls”. – Father

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Photo Friday – A Shopping Day From &#$%

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Recently my little son celebrated his birthday.  This year we had a ‘themed” birthday party which almost killed me to prepare for, but that’s a another blog.  One of the gifts he received was money from his grandpa.  Money means shopping for a gift of one’s chosing.

My little son loves the craft store and loves doing ‘crafty things’.  As a matter of fact we call him ‘crafty guy’.  Every morning before school he takes out his crafty supplies and creates something.  It makes me nuts.  Little Boy knew exactly what he wanted to spend his birthday cash on.  He wanted to the craft store for more supplies.  I’m not a crafty gal.  I don’t like doing crafty things.  The only thing I like less than doing crafty things is going to the craft store.

A trip to the craft store is what I refer to my family as going to the “torture chamber”.

Today I thought I would take you on our hourendous  fun trip to the craft store.

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Here we are.  At the craft store.  Sadly this store is within walking distance of my home.

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Outside the store there are always huge bins of crap stuff the store is trying to get rid of.

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There is so much I don’t like about the craft store.  The smell is one of the top things.  I believe these awful candles are to blame. Their fake scents are overpowering.

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Little Boy loves space and creating a solar system is his favorite.  However, we already have 4 other solar systems in our home.  I told him to look elsewhere.

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Toward the front of the store are bins and bins of junk.  These are the items Little Boy loves the most.

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Craft stores don’t just have crafty things they have toys too.  Little Boy loves plastic animals.  We stood in front of the plastic animals for a long time.  I gently reminded him we already have 5,000 plastic animals at home.  However, apparently one can never have too many plastic animals.

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Who doesn’t like puff balls?  Me, that’s who.

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It’s never too soon to start on the 4th grade mission project.

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Is there anything worse than the bow and fake flower section?  Nothing comes to mind.

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I tried to get Little Boy to visit some sections I might enjoy.  He informed me, “That stuff is for girls.”  Perhaps he forgot I am a girl.

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The cake section.  My worst nightmare.

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Huge row of bins filled with…you fill in the blank.

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No shopping trip would be complete without a few personal grooming items and some lingerie.

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Shopping is hard work at the craft store.  Luckily there is huge display of healthy choices to replenish depleted energy.

We spent over 45 minutes shopping and didn’t even get to many sections of the store.   By the time we left my head hurt, my nose was clogged and I was extremely grumpy.  I vowed never to step foot in the craft store again unless they open a bar.

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I’m So Glad I’m Not Married to You

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The other day my husband and I discussed a situation a married couple we know were dealing with. My husband mentioned, “I”m glad I didn’t marry her.”  I told him, “You know the Bacon Brothers have a song that says the same thing.” I pulled out my Bacon Brothers CD and played the song for him.

I thought I would play it for you today because frankly I am surprised how many people are married or in relationships with dorks and because I’m very glad I’m married to my husband.

I’m sure there are a lot of people who would dedicate this song to me, but luckily my husband isn’t one of them.

Note: I have not created this video. It is owned by YouTube user Unsteady Freddie

I’m So Glad I’m Not Married to You Written by Kevin Bacon

There’s a line around the block, and it stretches a mile
They’re gonna pay good money to see your dazzlin’ smile
You got a come-hither look in your babydoll eyes
And you got the kind of body make a man tell lies
And when you’re standing next to me, you do the little things you do

I say, I’m so glad I’m not married, so glad I’m not married
I’m so glad I’m not married, to you

You’re the center of attention everywhere you go
Sittin’ on the boys’ laps puttin’ on a show
You get your clothes and your shoes and your drugs for free
And God knows you’ve got a lot more money than me
When you’re bendin’ over just to give us all a better view

I say, I’m so glad I’m not married, so glad I’m not married
I’m so glad I’m not married, to you

You introduce me to your guy and you say your love is true
Well he’s a better man than I, ’cause he’s got to live with you
In the movie of your life, he is just an extra in it
But baby, if you were my wife
To have and hold, the truth be told
I couldn’t take it for a New York minute

Now you’re crying ’cause the paper printed something rude
You say you never, ever, ever, ever touched that dude
Well, it’s the National Enquirer it can’t be true
But I’m not so sure they got it wrong about you
You’re feeling kind of tragic and your eyes get misty-blue (boo-hoo!)

I say, I’m so glad I’m not married, so glad I’m not married
I’m so glad I’m not married, to you

Happy Monday!

Eye of the Beholder

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Earlier this week I read a blog by fellow blogger friend, about Dove’s new ad campaign, Real Beauty Sketches.  Another friend posted a blog about the same topic on her Facebook page.  Interestingly each blog post had a different perspective about the new ad.  The Dove ad features back into a professional forensic artist doing two drawings of a person.  One portrait was drawn as a woman described herself and the second portrait was drawn as a stranger described the same woman.  Hope that makes sense.  The commercial was done as an experiment to point out that most women describe themselves as less attractive than the rest of the world sees them.

The response to the ad has been mainly positive.  Most women have been moved at the realization women judge ourselves too hard on our looks.   Others criticize the ad for not including more women of various ages and ethnicities.  However, when I saw the ad I had a different perspective.

I consider myself attractive, fit, funny, smart, cute, entertaining, loving, compassionate, interesting, passionate, but beautiful is not on my list.  To me beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  Each person has a personal view of what they think is beautiful.  My view of what makes a person beautiful is different than what you may think beauty is.

The other day a friend of mine showed me a photo of herself taken for her passport photos.  Everyone knows passport photos are taken for the simple reason to make you look terrible, but my friend must have forgotten that.  She said to me after she showed my the photo, ”Do I really look that ugly in real life?”  After she spoke I was at a loss for what to say.  My friend to me is a beautiful woman.  She wears little makeup and yet her skin is flawless.  Her hair is thick and wavy.  She always dresses in ways to flatter her curvy figure, but most of all she is an amazingly kind, loving person.  She is someone whose kindness shines through her eyes each time she smiles.

The most beautiful woman I have ever know would not fit the standards of what most people think beauty is.  She passed away many years ago.  Her name was Lucy.  She was a good friend of my mother.  What made Lucy the most beautiful woman in my eyes was not her physical beauty. Her beauty was the fact in the twenty plus years I knew her she never once gossiped or talked badly about another person.  Not once.  She always found the good in everything and every person.  I remember expressing my disappointment about a family situation after my mother passed away and I tried to get her to join me in my rant.  She wouldn’t do it.  She always showed compassion and would see the positive.

When I think of beauty I think of her.  So kind.  So forgiving  Her loving spirit is what made her beautiful.  When I mentioned to you earlier that I didn’t view myself as beautiful I wasn’t referring to it in a physical sense.

I was referring to the beauty Lucy had.   The internal kind that radiates from within and makes those who are in their presence feel beautiful themselves.

Beauty to me can’t be drawn on a piece of paper it must be felt with the heart.

Not Exactly

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A conversation between a mother and a little boy.

Mother is driving little boy home from school.  Little boy looks out the window.

Look, Momma.” – Little Boy

“Look where?” – Mother

“Out the window over there.” – Little Boy

Mother looks out the window where little boy is pointing.

“Those trees are mating.” – Little Boy

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I will Do Things Differently Next Time

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The last few weeks I have been busy working on a career plan.  After years of searching what the next thing I would like to do I have come to a conclusion…I still don’t know.  However, I have decided to return back to my previous career choice of Early Childhood Education.  My goal is to become a Preschool Director.

For the next year and a half I will be heading back to school and doing volunteer work in early childhood settings.  I have chosen to volunteer so I can update my teaching and planning skills plus be flexible to meet the needs of the boys.  This has been a very tough year for illnesses in our home.  I need to have a flexible schedule that can accommodate caring for my family.

It has been eighteen years since I supervised anyone other than my boys.  My previous directing jobs were done when I was a young, single woman.  I am no longer young and no longer single.  I felt confident when I did the job years ago, but will I still feel confident when I do it again?

There are things I will do differently when I am hired again.  I did well as a Director before, but this time I hope to do even better.  Leading a program isn’t for everyone.  For a while I didn’t think I was capable of doing it again, but I have always liked leading and inspiring others.

Here is a list of things I will do differently

1.  Observe.

Previously I would come into a new program with an agenda ready.  I knew how I wanted a program to look and feel and would immediately start making changes.  Now I would take time to observe first then see if any changes were necessary.  I envision myself sitting in a classroom listening to the teachers and children interact.  I would spend time in each classroom watching and taking notes. I would see what things are going well and what things weren’t.

2.  Make changes slowly.

Coming to program with an agenda means you hope to make changes.  Change is bound to happen, but the rate of change is determined by the person in charge.  It used to be very important for me to make things happen quickly.  I don’t feel that way now.  This is something I have learned in my years as a mother.  Changing a child’s behavior doesn’t ever happen overnight.  To push an issue before it is ready only leads to stress for everyone involved.  If I feel something needs to be changed carefull observation and discussions will be done first.  Unless a child’s or teacher’s well-being is being jeopardized I wait until information is gathered.

3.  Listen.

One key to effective leadership is the ability to listen.  I could blame being hard-of-hearing on my poor listening skills years ago, but the truth is my ego was what affected my hearing the most.  When I felt particularly strong about an issue I wasn’t willing to listen to other ideas.  My ego would block hearing a different side by not wanting to appear all-knowing.  It was an immature way of thinking, but then again I was younger.  To listen means to be open to new ways and ideas.  Holding on too tightly to one way of thinking won’t allow for growth.  Most importantly is people want to be heard.  The conversations that frustrate me the most are ones which I don’t feel the person has heard my view and seem more interested in telling me theirs.  I have done that in the past.  I want people to speak to me knowing I will listen and hear them.

4.  Hire people who know more than me.

This is something I think is important to being a great leader.  It focuses on the ability to let the ego go and realizing you can hire people more skilled and yet you can still lead them.  It takes confidence to hire someone who can do the job of teaching better than you.  But no one person can do everything well.  One of the reasons a person becomes a micromanager is they don’t hire people who are capable of doing their job without a lot of help.  Teachers and staff should be better at their job than I would be.

5.  Laugh.

Laughter makes all the difference in a work environment.  There are plenty of times to be serious when working with young children, but one of the reasons I love Early Childhood Education is the fun factor.  Play is part of everyday learning and humor is always part of play.  I am goofier than I was years ago.  I would add humor to my work as often I as could.

So that’s my plan:  head back to school, volunteer and be the kind of leader I would want to work with and for.  I have a way to go, but it will happen.

Back To Reality

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A conversation between a mother and a teenage son.
Mother is on the computer.

Mom, are you almost done with the computer?  I need to check something out for school.” – Tall Boy

“Yeah.  I guess so.” – Mother

Son walks over to to mother and looks at the computer screen.  Mother is looking at a photo on the screen.

She is pretty don’t you think?  Hard to believe we’re both the same age.  She looks so young.” – Mother

Son looks closer at computer screen.

“She’s okay.  She looks fake to me.  Fake girls aren’t cute.  You’re a lot prettier, Mom.” - Tall Boy

Mother looks at son.  Mother smiles.

Besides,  you make a way better mother than she does.” - Tall Boy

“Really?” – Mother

“Yeah.” – Tall Boy

“Thank you.” – Mother

“Can you get off the computer now?” – Tall Boy

Back to reality.

Perspective

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Spring break is almost over and surprisingly I’m glad.  It hasn’t been a fun one.  Two out of three boys have been sick which meant most our time has been spent hanging around the house.  We had originally planned to travel to the Grand Canyon, but plans fell through.  We did have a one day adventure to LA, but the fun time was dampened due to the unbelievable amount of traffic we endured.

During the two weeks of spring break I have felt pretty down.  I think it is a normal reaction when things don’t go as planned and you’re caring for ill children for so long.  Not only did I dwell on my current situation, but began to focus on all the issues in my life I didn’t like.  Things that normally don’t affect me much suddenly became a big deal.

I would have continued on the path of sadness if not for a situation I experienced.  Something happened to change my perspective.

Yesterday I went to the hospital to visit a former neighbor of mine.  I was recently informed of her illness and wanted to see her.  I knew some of the details of her health, but was shocked and saddened when I first arrived to the hospital room.  My neighbor is gravely ill and on a respirator.  She is a former neighbor so I have not seen her for a while.  She looked older than I remembered.  She has been on a respirator for over a week.  Her prognosis is uncertain.  Her battle for recovery will be a long and difficult.

When I arrived to the ICU unit the nurse led me to my neighbor’s room.  I was surprised I was allowed in ICU not being a family member, but my neighbor’s sister informed the ICU staff if was okay for me to visit.  Having not seen my neighbor for a quite I while I immediately was struck by the seriousness of her situation.  Tears filled my eyes as I asked the nurse a few questions.  I was grateful for the friendly manner the nurse spoke, because she restored a sense of calm I usually have in these type of situations.

After answering a few questions the nurse left me alone with my neighbor.  I pulled up a chair and sat next to her holding her hand.  Her hand felt soft and warm.  I looked up at her closed eyes listening to the machine help her breathe.  I’m a very talkative person so I began talking to her right away.  I reminded her who I was and told her how her sister had informed me of her health.  I updated her on the happenings of my family and our new home.  We moved away from my neighbor a year ago which is why I haven’t seen as much of her lately.

After a while I stopped talking.  I keep looking at her eyes willing them to open.  I wanted her to wake up and begin her path of recovery.  My neighbor is the mother of two beautiful preteen girls.  Both of the girls have been adopted from China years ago.  I remember when each girl arrived home from China and how happy my neighbor was at their arrival.  As the girls grew older they became part of my family.  During the summer they both would come over my house almost every day.  They loved my little son and enjoyed helping me to take care of him when he was a baby.  I grew very close to them both.

Sitting next to my neighbor, I realized the things that had caused me to feel sad over spring break were minor compared to what she was going through.  I stopped putting energy into my own personal issues and focused my thoughts and prayers on her, her husband, her family and her daughters.

Visiting my neighbor was a difficult, but I’m glad I went.  I wanted to thank her for being such a kind neighbor for all the years we lived next to each other and to say thanks for letting her girls be part of my family’s life.

During my visit I gained perspective into what really matters in life…health, family and friendship.  I also realized what we hold dear can be gone quickly, so now is the time to appreciate our life while we are able to do so.

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