Moms have the power

What an awesome responsibility.  Today, Americans will, quite literally, make history. I woke up this morning with a feeling akin to Christmas jitters.  You know that moment when you wake up and you just can’t wait to see what the day brings?  That’s me.

I suppose I don’t fit the media’s stereotype of the stay-at-home/work-at-home mom.  Since they have us pegged as the sect of society ‘who doesn’t pay a whole lot of attention to politics’.  That is a quote, by the way.  Two weeks ago I was watching the morning news; they were covering a story about The View’s Elizabeth Hasselbeck and how she was going to be campaigning for Sarah Palin.  The ‘analsyt’s’ take on the whole thing: that by incorporating an anchor from a mid-day show like ‘The View’ (apparently where at-home moms get their worldly information) they are reaching out to a segment of women who don’t really know what is going on.

Pardon me while I vomit.  I had an Exorcist moment…I think my head may actually have spun around. Sure, I’m insulted.

Not only do I notwatch ‘The View’, I don’t have time to sit and watch day-time TV.  Yet, I do manage to stay abreast of the goings on in the world. I do read newspapers.  I do watch news stations.  This is a choice I make…and I know I am not alone.  When I called a girlfriend (And fellow at-home mom), her response: that we, as moms, actually pay more attention now than we ever did.  The future of our children is at stake.  It is important to know what direction we are heading.  It is crucial to understand how our economy is working, how our health care system will provide or not provide for us in a crisis and how my children’s generation will be educated.

When you are heading to the polls today (you are going, right?)  Remember that you have this amazing power.  You get to voice your opinion…you get to stand up and say what you think is right for you and your family.

I am in awe of today.  I am in awe of the history I will get to share with my children.  It gives me chills.

Gratitude

One of my favorite things about Fall, scratch that….one of the only things I love about Fall (sure the leaves are great…and I love college football, but I could do with out the whole getting-colder-thing)….

I digress…let me cut to the chase: Fall = November/December = Holiday Time = Thanksgiving = Christmas = TIME TO BE ESPECIALLY GRATEFUL…therefore, I am going to focus on gratitude this month.

I am going to blog once a day about the things in my life that I am grateful for.  Since today is the beginning of this, I’ll start with the basics:

I am grateful to have fantastic, healthy, children, to be in a loving, strong marriage, to be blessed with the presence of all four of our children’s grandparents, to be surrounded by supportive friends, to be managing in a stressful economic time.

I am grateful that I have such a beautiful foundation (see previous sentence) from which to view and appreciate gratitude.

Sorry…getting a little deep.  Clearly I need a little sleep. :)

Be kind

When I hear the phrase, I (probably like most mommys) think about teaching the golden rule to our children.

Rarely to we apply it to ourselves.  I think even if you were a fairly selfish person before you had children, you learn to put others first.  It must be in the placenta.  Something in our very blood reminds us to put others before ourselves.

Tonight, I’m bucking the system.

I had two friends offer me advice: One told me weeks ago (after the chaos of the losing my vision, the numbness in my arm and then trying to get off the wretched medication the wack-neurologist prescribed) that I needed to give myself a break….just ‘be kind to myself’…go easy on the stress and expectations.  And tonight, another friend said basically the same thing…she suggested I ‘take the night off’.  Unheard of.   Take the night off?  Be kind to myself?  I’m not sure if I know how to do either…but I’m going to try.

Never mind the 300+ people I still want to respond to after they have posted fabulous ideas for teaching gratitude to children on my Bloggy Giveaway.  Never mind the mess in the living room.  Never mind the laundry I need to fold.  Never mind the articles I need to write. Never mind the website updates.  Never mind returning phone calls.

Just for tonight, I’m going to be kind….to myself.

Husband is out of town.  Kids are in bed.  I’m going to…..well, now, I’m not sure.  Maybe I’ll catch up on some tivo, maybe I’ll take a bath, maybe I’ll do Pilates, maybe I’ll eat chocolate, maybe I’ll read.  What I won’t be doing….working or stressing.

I’ll let you know how it goes.  Better yet, why don’t you join me.  Be kind to yourself.  Take the night off.

Do you remember?

Do you remember when playdoh was the greatest thing in the world?

Do you remember when the idea of rolling down a grassy hill was the closest thing to heaven?

Do you remember when friendship was always uncomplicated and sweet?

Do you remember the amazing feeling you get in your tummy when you close your eyes on the swing?

How beautiful is childhood?  And how truly blessed are those of us who get to witness it?

What happens….

At 6pm when your little one was up most of the night before coughing….

When your little guy things the band is too loud…

When your little girl starts preschool….(and she lets her little brother think he is too)

When your husband asks you for a favor (like, “Can you please make sugar cookies with a black letter ‘M’ on them for my clients?  I only need about 4 dozen or so) And you do it, because, well, you Rock!

When your baby starts to turn into a little girl….

When she knows it is hard on you….so, she goes out of her way to remind you that she’s still the little one you know best….

When you try to make little Mizzou fans pose for too long….

When Mommy and Daddy get some time on their own to tailgate and watch college football with friends…
(See JP…promised I’d post the pics!)

When people get the United States Flag and their clothing confused….

 

When the Star Spangled Banner moves you to action…..

When the sweetest little girl in the world wants to protect her baby brother from the thunderstorms that scare him…

When Mommy signs off and goes to bed…..

 

 

 

 

 

My Favorite Things

I have discovered that the Mommy in me is truly in love with a few things….

1) I am addicted to hand-holding…especially the teeny-tiny hands that slip into mine, finding comfort a bit like a pearl is nestled right into a clam….though, I have to admit, when my husband reached for my hand in his sleep last night, I smiled.

2) The sound of my children singing.  I can’t sing.  In fact, I’m so bad, that I am CONFIDENT I was a rock star in my former life as a means for balancing out my complete lack of talent.  I love to hear their sweet voices, especially as they are learning to appreciate tunes beyond ABC and the Itsy Bitsy Spider

3) Eavsdropping is the best.  You know….when you send your kids to their rooms for fighting and you quietly creep up the stairs 15 minutes later, only to hear your daughter trying to read your son a story…..or better yet….using their imaginations

4) My hugging and kissing powers…I can cure just about anything with a hug and kiss….scrapes, hurt feelings, embarrasment.

5) Being Silly.  I used to feel, well, silly, when I laughed really loud, danced in a circle or, in any way celebrated any of the emotions that come naturally to children….but now, I can’t get enough of it.

6) Quiet.  I used to NEED noise and interaction….whether it was music or chatting, but now, there is something so calming about driving the car in silence or sitting peacefully for a few minutes before the chaos begins (or after it has ended)

7) The connection between moms.  It is like being a part of an exclusive sorority….but one that loves to share the best ideas, suggestions and fun

8) Baby sleep.  Is there anything better than seeing your child in such peace?  I’ve had to give up a bit of my ritual (which was to go in and touch both Coop and Delaney while they slept) b/c my love was rousing them…..which meant less sleep for everyone.  But still, I could stare at them for hours.  I get to watch the sassy slip from Delaney’s lips as she falls deeper and deeper into dreamland.  And I can hardly imagine that the blond two year old giving me a daily run for my money could possibly be quite so cuddly.

9) Family.  There is such a beauty in watching your own family evolve.  The rituals.  The traditions.  The inside jokes and words that spark laughter, but only from those truly ‘in the know’ – your family.

I’m sure there are more..but these are the moments I have focused on and truly cherished for the past few days!  Happy Monday.

 

How close is too close?

Well…..if we’re talking about my kids snuggling, the answer is I just can’t get them close enough.

If we are talking about TWO sex offenders living in my neighborhood, then all bets are off.

Before you wonder if I really know the facts, I do.  I actually spoke to our local sheriff’s department to confirm their status.  Before you wonder if I am the kind of girl who believes you can pay your debt to society, I will tell you the answer is typically yes.  But as a mother, I can’t afford to take that risk.

This doesn’t mean I’m on a witch hunt.  It does mean I’m disgusted and disturbed and offended.  I am disgusted these men found children appropriate prey.  I am disturbed they live so close to my family and friends and I am offended, truly offended that one of them managed to get an attorney to get his name OFF the registered sex offender list. (Again, this was verified by the sheriff’s dept)

Here’s the back story on how I ended up with this information:

A woman I do not know (she apparently lives minutes away in a subdivision that backs up to ours) talked to a friend and neighbor of mine on Monday as she was outside playing with her children.  This woman told my friend that while she was afraid the information she was about to give was likely ‘not politically correct’, she felt it was important to share.  She asked, “Did you know you have a sex offender living right down the street?” She proceeded to explain that this man was originally on the registered sex offender list, but had recenlty been removed as a result of a high-priced attorney.  She claimed she had actually seen him on the list. She also said his offense was forcible sodomy with a 14 year old.

This quickly became a topic among my neighbors.  We had all encountered this man and his family at some point and not in a positive way.  While I found this information highly disturbing, I also recognized that it was hearsay.  I do not want to be party to ultimately ruining someone’s reputation (and/or life) if the information is wrong.  I don’t want to participate in a modern day witch hunt if this man has done nothing wrong.

I couldn’t imagine that it was actually possible to get yourself OFF the list.  But it is.  In fact, in Missouri, as of a court ruling in June of 2006, no one who was convicted before 1995 is required to register.

The sheriff’s department also told me there are a ‘number of ways to get off’…just as judges rule to allow someone out of jail early and others ‘complete’ probabtion.

The detective I spoke with today confirmed that my neighbor is, in fact, a convicted sex offender and he has been removed from the list as a result of ‘what I told him’ (that it was his lawyer’s doing).

Here’s what else I discovered on a sex offender registry website:

~There are 104 registered sex offenders who live/work in my area (by area….I mean the names that come up when I enter my zip code)
~ There are men and women, young and old on the list
~ Their offenses range from sexual battery to forcible rape, to sodomy and child pornography
~Many of the victims were children (some as young as 2)

I also discovered the 2nd sex offender who lives in my neighborhood.  “Dale” lives about 3 football field’s distance from my front door. His crime: posession of child pornography.  The victim was 2 years old. 

My son is 2 years old.

The sheriff’s department did not confirm my other neighbor’s conviction.  I do not know if the ‘forcible sodomy’ is correct.

I do know I will leave any public area where he shows his face.  I do know I want him to know his cover has been blown.  And, I do know I would be happier if he moved.  I imagine since his family just moved in a few months ago, I’m out of luck.

I’m not saying my feelings are ‘right’.  I’m not saying it is ok to want him gone, but I just do.

I’m a mom.  It is my nature to protect my children.  I consider both of these men a threat.