Moms: Stop Judging, Start Supporting – Strong Moms Empowerment

“Danielle, I don’t know anyone who could possibly get away with traveling as much as you do….”

She continued, “You realize, when we commit to staying home with our children, we are supposed to stick with it, right?”

And this was the beginning of the end of what had, at one time, been a very close friendship.

Friends don’t judge each other.  At least not in my world. Let me take that a step further. Moms shouldn’t be judging other moms.  Women shouldn’t be judging other women.  And yet it happens every day. But it needs to stop.  We are damaging each other – chipping away at our hearts, our self esteem and our strength as moms. I promise you, I know what is right in my home.  I didn’t sign my name in blood when my children were born, so deciding to be at home full time was a decision I made at that time because it felt right. Just like working from home, and having my own business and sometimes traveling feels right.  I have the full support of my husband and children.  Those are the people I check in with.  But I can’t tell you the words and judgement didn’t hurt.  And I can’t tell you it doesn’t still hurt when it happens.

Do you choose to stay home with your children? Good for you.

Do you choose to work from home or out of your home? Good for you.

Do you let your kids stay up until 10pm on a school night? More power to you.

Strong Moms EmpowerAre your kids in bed by 7pm? Excellent.

Is your home chock full of organic food, including baby food you labor over yourself? Wonderful.

Do you eat out every night, including fast food? Good for you.

Do you homeschool, send your kids to school outside the home at age 2, have a child-free Summer because your kids are away at camp for 10 weeks, breastfeed, bottle-feed, babywear, fly with your kids when they are 6 months old or refuse, talk about your kids online or keep their identities anonymous, say ‘use your words’ or ‘shut up’, opt for natural childbirth or an epidural, involve your kids in 6 activities or stress imaginative play, are you a free-range parent or an over-protective one?

Wherever you fall, it is perfectly extraordinary.  Let me say it again: what you are doing as a mother is extraordinary.

Let me stress this…. I love how you love your children.  I love how you labor over what decisions are right in your home.  I love how you decide what works for you, your significant other and your small people…. because you know who knows what works best for YOU?  YOU DO.

Just you.

I believe this so deeply, so firmly, so STRONGLY, I have joined the Strong Moms Advisory Board.  We live in a world that increasingly wants us to make the ‘perfect’ parenting decisions or face criticism and judgement from others.  The Strong Moms Empowerment Program, brought to you by Similacis a call-to-action…empowering moms to feel confident about the decisions they make for their families and in turn, support other moms as they do the same.  You can sign a simple pledge making the commitment to do just that right here. 

Every day, moms experience some level of judgement for the choices they make.  And I’m not immune.  Just yesterday, I sat on a flight in front of a little boy who repeatedly said, ‘but I can’t see… I just can’t see’.  I suspect he was about three or four.  His window view was blocked by the plane engine.  Clearly something that couldn’t be helped.  His mom wasn’t interested in listening to him… she vacillated between saying, ‘just SHUT UP!” and “don’t you know you are embarrassing yourself? People are staring at you!”  I consciously chose not to judge her harsh tone – recognizing that I have no idea what her day has been like…. has her child pushed every possible button today? is she coming home from a funeral?  We don’t KNOW what is happening in someone else’s home, and therefore shouldn’t judge. It isn’t always easy.  I was sad for the little boy.

Recognize that YOU may choose to make different decisions, or at least you assume you would, but our job is to support each other, not to tear each other down.

Tomorrow, I will be taking part in the Strong Moms Empowerment Summit in New York City along side my fellow board members, media personalities – the Moms Melissa Gerstein and Denise Albert, parenting expert, Michelle Borba Ed.D and pediatrician Sue Hubbard MD, as well as Tonia Sanders from The Chatty Momma.

We’re hopeful this is just the beginning of the conversation.

We have so much to offer each other….  Support can be so powerful and judgement so damaging.  We need more of one and much, much less of the other.

Join me?

Disclosure: As previously mentioned, I am a member of the Strong Moms Advisory Board.  I chose to join the board because this is an issue that matters to me.  The thoughts and opinions shared in this post are mine and mine alone.

Every Kid Deserves This Kind of Carefree Joy….

I spent one morning last week doing one of my very favorite things in the whole world: sitting on the beach and watching my small people play.  For me, the beach is a sensory experience – the second I arrive, I’m overwhelmed by goodness.  I love the salty smell, the sounds of the waves hitting the shore, the feel of warm sand between my toes and every time I’m mesmerized by the sight of the ocean as it exhibits the power that only it can.

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Living in the middle of the country means we don’t often have the luxury of this sensory overload – and as my small people hit the sand and take off like mini-beach-missiles, I find myself, once again, longing to live on the coast.

They run.

They jump.

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They dance.

They leap.

They pitch sand. (of course they do).

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They construct sandcastles.

And play beautifully with each other.

They sprint to the water and race to me, fingers speckled in the gold flecks that I have only ever seen here in San Diego on Coronado Island.

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Screams of, “I’m rich!” punctuate the soft whoosh of the waves as the tide moves in. And then they are gone again, compelled to catch the gold as though it will buy them out of the years of school they have in their future.

But then they discover a plethora of sand dollars.  And by plethora, I mean more than I have ever seen in one place at one time.  Big ones,  medium sized and teeny-tiny – all flecked with the same gold that decorates the sand.

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Now THIS is rich.  King Neptune has coughed up his treasure, drizzling it on the shores of Coronado for my children to gather, sand sliding between their fingers as they pick up one, then two, then a third… struggling to juggle their bounty in little hands.

And I am stuck. They are like wild children – their energy boundless.

I’m lucky.  A witness to their joy. They are in love with life. And it loves them right back…. the sun, the surf, the sand… kissing their hair, caressing their toes.

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I marveled at their amazement as a baby sea lion waddled from the surf just feet away from us, taking cover in the nearby rocks.

I’m mentally capturing this moment, trapping it like time in a bottle.  It is always here that I am most reflective. I can hit pause and reset.

Where does their energy come from?  Can I have some?  Why can’t all kids have what they have?

Watching them overwhelms me with gratitude.  And reaffirms my resolve to both push them to grow from carefree small people into big people who effect change and care about the world around them and to continue to model that behavior for them.

Share BreakfastI think more kids deserve to have the same energy… the same carefree love of life.  Funny to think it can start with something as small as breakfast, but it does. By now, (if you’ve spent any time on this site) you know child hunger is something I have written about many times and you also know my family and I are big fans of Kellogg’s – not only for breakfast, but for the work they do to SHARE BREAKFAST with hungry kids.  It isn’t just what they put on our table in the morning, but what they do for kids who need the same kind of energy my small people already have.  This is my second year working with Kellogg’s and I’ve been delighted to watch the progress of the Share Breakfast campaign…as I write, they are this close to being half way to their goal of donating one million breakfasts to children in need.

And one of the most extraordinary things about Share Breakfast?  You can help simply by spreading the message.  Tweet the message.  Pin it.  Watch the video with the amazing celebrity Taye Diggs.  It is estimated that one in five kids is hungry.  ONE IN FIVE.  That is absurd.  If they are hungry – they don’t have the energy to play and experience joy they way my small people were doing on the beach.  And they definitely don’t have the ability to focus so they can learn in the classroom.

It’s so simple.  Click. Watch. And Share.

Thank you.

As I mentioned above, I do work with Kellogg’s, however, all thoughts and opinions on this site are always the reflection of my own opinions.

Silver and Gold. The Colors of Wisdom and Friendship. A Tribute to My 4th Decade.

2011-10-06 23.50.57Three days until the calendar flips me out of my thirties and into the next glorious decade.  I can honestly say I never imagined I would be as excited about this as I am.  I’ve heard the terms: ‘fabulous and forty’, ‘life begins at forty’, ‘forty is the new 30′… and yet none of them resonate as much as the feeling I have in my soul.

I remember celebrating my mom’s 30th birthday.  I was 9 years old.  So, 30 always seemed ridiculously old to me.  And the fact that I didn’t even have children by the time I turned 30 made that birthday seem hollow somehow.

I don’t think it is the age on your license so much as where you are standing at the moment the day arrives.  On my 30th and for many birthdays after, I was floundering.  I didn’t know it then, but the wisdom that comes with age (ha!) allows me to see it now. I was stable personally having just married Jeff – and that was a beautiful thing – but it didn’t make me whole. I didn’t know where I was going professionally and for years ‘professional’ was all I fought for.  What was I going to be when I grew up? Well, I grew up.  And I chose. And I did. And it wasn’t right.

So, I continued to dream.  And wish.  And plan.  And fight an internal battle with myself. And seek my own personal North Star.

Now I know, all of this dreaming, wishing, and planning has lead me right here. To this year.  To this weekend. To this birthday.

I’m going to be FORTY. I can hardly believe it.

Something about the flip of this calendar just feels right.  I can’t imagine going back to my 20′s.  I can’t even imagine being in my early 30′s again.  Unless of course you were going to offer me a magic potion that heals aging skin (my only complaint about getting older!).  I don’t envy 20-something girls their hips, their legs, their stomachs or waists.  I just want their skin – is that so wrong?  It’s the skin on my arms, my shoulders, my elbows and knees that reminds me of my age.  Other than that… I’m golden.

2013-01-14 18.15.51Entering a golden decade….now marked by a treasure I wear on my right hand, courtesy of an extraordinary friend.  A few weeks ago, I ordered my ‘word of the year’ bracelet from my talented friend Lisa Lehmann of Studio Jewel.  I have one from last year – in fact – I haven’t taken it off since my birthday last year.  I now have a second to join it. But with my bracelet was a gift and a note:

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Three silver bands to mark the three decades I have lived and loved.  And now, one gold band to mark this new, beautiful, wise decade I am entering. To say I am grateful is an understatement.  To say I am lucky to have a friend who ‘gets me’ like this doesn’t do my adoration for this woman justice.  Lisa is wise and beautiful beyond measure and her talent is remarkable.

I am entering my 4th decade with my eyes wide open, my heart full of the goodness I experience daily from friends and family, my feet firmly planted on the ground and I’m ready to leap into my North Star…this new, beautiful golden space.

A million ‘thank you’s’ to the many extraordinary people who fill my soul with advice, generosity, guidance and love.  I wouldn’t possibly feel as grounded and at peace as I do if it wasn’t for those of you who make me better.

The Official Miranda Lambert – Got Milk Interview

By now, you know I had the pleasure of meeting Miranda Lambert this past week in Nashville when her brand new Got Milk, Milk Mustache ad was unveiled at the CMA Headquarters, but now, I can share the official interview I did with her.

Since the moment I shared that I had met Miranda, I have been inundated with comments, “she is my favorite!”, “she seems so down-to-earth”, “she is someone I would love to meet”. Yes, and all of the above.  Miranda is as down-to-earth and delightful as you would imagine.  Having had the privilege to meet ‘celebrities’ in the past who have working relationships with brands, I can honestly say Miranda wasn’t working the day I met her, she was living.

As you will see in the interview, milk is a natural part of the way Miranda starts her day, so developing a partnership with Got Milk/Milk Mustache and The Breakfast Project wasn’t a stretch.  This is a girl who grew up with milk on her breakfast table and honestly believes your day (and your family’s day) would be off to a better, healthier, stronger start if you did the same. Listen.

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Let it Be: Day 4 to a Better Me…

I have this glorious small girl. She is divine.  And freckled. And kind-hearted and so very funny and sweet.  She has so many extraordinary qualities.  She is only 8 years old and yet, I find myself wishing so many things for her. It is hard for me to imagine that she has only been around for a 5th of my life.

I want her to grow up to be strong willed, full of intention and capable of fighting for what she believes in.  I want her kind heart to be her guide, I want her to follow her dreams and I want her to continue to need me as she does now…. though I know those days are numbered.  I’m going to cling to them as long as I can.

But I realize I need to change a little something…. I am always pointing out that she is shy.  When she hesitates in front of adults…when she doesn’t jump into conversation or hesitates to  share her delightful spirit, I have a tendency to jump in with an explanation: “She is my shy one… Coop is the loud one….the vociferous sibling, the child who can’t wait to jump in to the conversation…. Delaney is more reserved…. she is quiet.”

Aren’t I just MAKING IT SO by reiterating this ‘facts’ every time?  As part of my quest to be a better version of me, I recognize that I need to let my children be…. I need to embrace all of Delaney’s beautiful qualities and stop making excuses for her. I need to stop explaining her personality as though there is a flaw – and simply let her be.  She is beautiful and glorious, intelligent and delightful. And nothing makes me happier than when someone says she looks like me.  The idea that this extraordinary little girl has grabbed any portion of her light from me is enough to keep me going until the end of my days.

Day 4 of my 90 Day quest – I will aim to just ‘let it be’ – my small girl, my small dude, my family and me. I can’t change what is already living its own version of perfection.  I need to embrace it.

Making Joy a Priority: Day 3 to a Better Me

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These two people are my world.  MY WORLD.  And I have absolutely no doubt they know it deep in their soul.  But I also know, just as deep in MY soul, that I could do a better job of making sure they feel it.

Sure, I help them with their homework.  Yes, I make their breakfasts, their lunches and their dinners.  I let them have the extra cupcake every once in a while, I read to them, wash their uniforms, cheer from the sidelines, snuggle with them and tuck them in to bed every night I possibly can.

But, in my quest to be better – I know I’m not just changing how I have been taking care of myself – (Day 2 meant baby steps towards exercise – and I did it… and while it is hardly a race to the finish, I’m HAPPY I started!)  I’m making decisions that effect my soul.  No one touches my soul as my small people do. My commitment for Day 3 of my 90 Day Challenge to be better was to make joy a priority with my small people.  Today this meant listening every time they wanted me to watch.  It meant playing every time they wanted me to play.  It meant holding them when they needed me and embracing all that it means to be the mother of a six and eight year old – who doesn’t happen to be doing ANYTHING except focusing on her small people.

I know I can’t sit and stare at them 24 hours a day.  But I can put a couple of rules in place:  I won’t ever say ‘I will be with you in a minute’ more than twice.  And I can set hours for the time I spend with them vs. the time I’m supposed to be working.  And, when I’m on vacation, like I am right now – I will be present.  Fully present.

We’re on a Royal Caribbean Cruise with Fisher Price (what better example for PLAY could I possibly have?) Embracing every second of this is my priority.

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Today, I swam.  I laughed.  I snacked. I said yes every time I was asked to search for shells, to float in the ocean, to climb that impossible floating inflatable ‘thing’ and to find an extra towel.  And my reward:  this smile, this love, I simply can’t do without.

Day 3 (and beyond?) SO. WORTH. IT.

Value Your Right To Vote

I have been an American citizen for 144 hours now.

Six days.

The very first thing I did after taking my Oath (aside from cry) was register to vote.  If you have followed along with my process at all, you know this has been a bit emotional for me – and I am certain that this right, this responsibility – the opportunity to vote in this year’s election is one of the reasons.

I stood, one of 51 people who took the Oath last week.  This group represented 25 different countries. Many of those countries do not allow their citizens the right to voice their opinions or to vote in elections.  So, this move into U.S. citizenship provides a level of freedom they have never experienced.

I am humbled.  I am honored.  Like every one of this group of 51, I registered to vote.  I will be taking advantage of this right.

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