Posts tagged ‘parenting’

February 28th, 2012

It’s been a while since I wrote about Little Miss…

LM's Eyes

It’s been a while since I sat down to write.

It’s been a while since I put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard, and created something meaningful.

It’s been a while since I allowed myself to explore my thoughts and emotions in a way that allows me to collect them, understand them, and send them out into the world, to share with anyone who cares to read.

Today is the day. read more »

February 15th, 2012

Valentine’s Day Recap

Happy Valentine's Day

I know: I am a day late. Valentine’s Day was yesterday. The champagne has been drunk, the chocolates consumed, cards exchanged, romantic evenings concluded.

In my defense, I waited until today to write this post deliberately. I wasn’t really sure what Valentine’s Day held in store for me this year, so I just didn’t know what to say. Here’s my recap:

My Darling Husband, my DH as I typically refer to him, is away on business most weeks from Monday through Friday, sometimes Sunday through Friday. With Valentine’s Day falling on a Tuesday, I was all but certain he would not be home. I envisioned our Valentine’s Day plans encompassing the ritualistic, long-distance, ‘Good morning‘ and ‘Good night‘ daily phone calls, a few “Miss you” texts throughout the day, followed by a be-lated glass of wine and exchange of ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ wishes when he returned at the end of the week. I was wrong. read more »

January 10th, 2012

Saying Good-Bye to Punxsutawney Phil

Good-bye, Punxsutawney Phil

By Heather Von St. James, Guest Blogger

Throughout my life, I have been called an eternal optimist. I have always believed that the glass is half full, not half empty. I am blessed with the ability to see the best in any situation. But my optimism was sorely tested on November 21, 2005, when I heard the three words that no one ever wants to hear: You have cancer. I was diagnosed with mesothelioma, a life-threatening form of cancer, just three-and-a-half months after the birth of my precious baby girl. I was only 36 years old.

When you are diagnosed with cancer, you have two choices. You can curse God, ask “Why me?”, and spend your time immersed in bitterness and self-pity, or, you can choose to accept the diagnosis and get ready for the fight for your life. I chose the second option, and I have never looked back. I was determined to make the best of this situation, to fight as hard as I could, both for myself and for my child, and to use my positivity to help others along the way.

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January 3rd, 2012

Get Published by The Know It All Mom

Recently, I have received many inquiries about guest posting on my site. The Universe is trying to tell me something. The message: Get back to the beginning. When I started this blog, my intention was to create a forum for parents everywhere to share their experiences, ideas, challenges, successes, frustrations, questions and concerns. But I am not good at delegating. I have tried to carry the blog myself, which has lead to months of fervent activity, followed by periods of complete inactivity. As I freely admit on my About Me page, I don’t actually know it all, but I’ve always believed that together we can figure it out, sharing a few laughs, and maybe even a few tears, along the way. So let’s share.

Beginning, in January, 2012—that means NOW folks, for all of you writers and wannabes out there!—I will be accepting submissions for publication. If you would like your creative non-fiction writing to be considered for publication on The Know It All Mom, here is what you need to do:

  1. Email your story ideas or completed pieces that have NOT been published elsewhere to tkiam@theknowitallmom.com.
  2. Type the word SUBMISSION and your word count in the subject line of your email, please, otherwise your work might just get lost in the plethora of email that finds it’s way to me, and that would be sad. :( Submissions must be creative non-fiction. Although I love to read poetry, short stories, and most genres of fiction, the Know It All Mom is not the place for these children to find a home.
  3. Keep submissions under 500 words. Longer pieces may be considered, but only if the content cannot possibly be covered effectively without saying more.
  4. Expect to be edited. This is in no way an indication that you are not a talented, gifted individual with the literary genius of Jane Austen, but rather a simple fact that it’s my blog, I like what I like, and I reserve the right to post things only after I am 100% satisfied.
  5. Do not send attachments. Please copy and paste your submission into the body of your email. Attachments can be cumbersome. They don’t open, they lose formatting, and are generally a pain in the butt. Pasting text directly into your email simplifies everything. Attachments will not be opened. Thank you in advance.
  6. Make sure your work is thematically consistent with the Know It All Mom. To understand who I am and the mandate behind my blog, the About Me page is an excellent place to start. Note that I prefer anecdotal, personal stories of life as a mother/woman/wife/daughter/sister/friend/parent. Itemized How-To or Top-Ten-type lists are NOT my favourite. I’d rather read how you developed the list than the list itself. I like honesty. I like writing that comes from the heart with a straight-forward, no-nonsense approach. I do not like self-indulgence. This is a fine line to walk, I know, I tip-toe along it every time I sit down to compose something. Still, it must be done. I like people with opinions, even opinions I do not share. Disagreement is essential to dialogue, so take a stand and tell me what you think. If you can make me laugh, great! If you can make me cry, that’s good, too. To familiarize yourself with the type of stories I am interested in receiving, read some of my posts, e.g., Confession Time, Coming from a Place of Yes, or One Joint is One Too Many, or better yet, read some of my published pieces found here: Writing. If you are still in doubt, email anyway. The worst that can happen is that I say, “No.”
  7. Do not expect an immediate response. I will respond to you, I promise, but as we all know, “Life is what happens while we’re making other plans.” (John Lennon said that, I think…anyone know?) In other words, I plan to get back to everyone as quickly as I can, regardless of the outcome of your submission, but only after the realities of my day-to-day life as a wife, mother, chauffeur, chef, laundress, etc., have been managed.

Thanks for reading, and I hope to hear from you very soon. Happy writing!

October 20th, 2011

My Very First Guest Blogger: Welcome, Dan Gilbert from Primrose Schools

I mentioned in my last post that one of the reasons I have re-embraced the blogging world is because I was contacted by someone reaching out to promote Bethenny Frankel, which is really quite fun for me because: A) She’s a kitschy celebrity who is my guilty pleasure to follow, B) I was flattered that her representative liked my blog enough to use it to promote her, and, on a more humble note, C) despite the limited activity from my end, someone actually found my blog and read it, and that deserves a nod of thanks. So, in the interest of giving nods-of-thanks where they’re due, welcome Dan Gilbert from Primrose Schools. Not only did he find me on-line, he thought enough of my blog to ask to be my first guest blogger, and that is pretty cool, too!

Dan writes about the educational value of learning to cook. His article speaks to parents with slightly younger children than I typically write for – my Little Miss just turned 14! However, I like it because Little Miss and I have always cooked together and we still do, and I believe that the value of kitchen-time, shared with family and friends, is not age-dependent. read more »

August 31st, 2010

The Fire Thrower

In the hazy remnants of the dark of night, in the final moments before dawn when even the birds have yet to open their eyes to sing the world awake, I jolt upright in bed. My husband is out-of-town and I’m alone, save for the two cats that slunk, with the stealth of cat burglars, to settle beside me during the night. They are disturbed by my sudden movement and, with haughty indignity and a disgusted chorus of “Meows”, they saunter away to rest without further disruption. I cannot. Something unsettling has been unearthed. Unacknowledged in the light of day, it was dredged from the shadows of my subconscious and presented to me in vivid, HD imagery, while I slept. Something difficult. Something inevitable. Something that my tense chest and weighted sighs indicate I would prefer remain concealed.

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August 17th, 2010

Confession Time

“Moooommm…”

The call slithers towards me down the long corridor between where I sit and my daughter’s bedroom. It starts quietly, softly, a nighttime whisper hissed from the shadows of the retreating day.

Before I can respond, it comes again.  “Mooommmmmmm…” A little louder this time.

I have just, not more than ten minutes ago, tucked my 12 year-old Little Miss in for the night and retreated to the sanctity of our living room. Enveloped by the golden hues of the streetlamp just outside our window, I’m ready to relax, a good book held in one hand, a soothing cup of Zen herbal tea in the other, and the companionable silence of my husband working on his lap top beside me while our two cats sleep the deep, deep sleep of lazy felines. Ah, the end of a long day.

But I know this call. I’ve heard it before. In the quiet, lonely darkness of her room her mind races. The challenges of twelve-year-old-life loom large when illuminated by moonlight and Little Miss needs to talk. It is confession time.

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July 29th, 2010

Calling All ‘Fun Moms’

On July 28, 2010, Sharon DeVellis, blogger at the Yummy Mummy Club, wrote an honest, heart-felt portrayal about the realities of being a WAHM. You can read her post, and I suggest that you do, at Ya…I’ve Got No Title For This One.

What’s a WAHM? WAHM is the acronym defining that growing segment of women who choose to be Work-At-Home-Moms. I am a long-standing, card-carrying member. We are a well-established, successful group, trying to find that delicate and elusive balance between working from home so we can be there for our kids, and still working. Working hard, I might add, with all of the responsibility and focus and commitment and yes, time, that entails. It is no easy balancing act.

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June 14th, 2010

The Mother Spider’s Reward

http://headacheandmigrainenews.com/news-images/the-spider-web.jpgThe sun was high in the June sky despite the early morning hour the day we saw it. It was perched precariously atop our car antenna and neither of us—my husband, my daughter nor I—was sure what it was. The consensus: Garbage. In the midst of grabbing a tissue to swipe it away, with my stomach in turmoil and my nose upturned, it moved. It was subtle at first but unmistakable, and the motion increased with the intensity of our stares. It was an egg sack. It was small and silken and perfectly shaped, and in the nascent stages of presenting to the world its swarming contents. As we stood transfixed, thousands of minuscule golden spiders wriggled their way free, crawling over each other in mayhem, uncertain as to what to do next with no mother near-by to guide their way. But quickly, like a scene from the ending of Charlotte’s Web, instinct trumped chaos and they departed, en masse, floating away on the ends of fine, glossy filaments to face the world alone.

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June 10th, 2010

Starbucks Should Be Licensed

Please enjoy this short little piece, posted today, June 10, 2010, on the Sweet Mama Guest Blogger web site.

“I’m gonna need a more complicated drink,” exclaims my 12-year-old daughter, her Grande, non-fat, Chai-tea latte with just a hint of cinnamon clasped carefully in both hands. I look sheepishly at my own Grande dark roast, black, clearly far too simplistic to meet her standards, and wonder what the heck she means.

Sensing my consternation, she sighs heavily in the manner instinctive to pre-teens who are just now realizing, to their dismay, that their parents don’t know everything, and she attempts to clear the fog.

“You know, for when I’m an adult.”

No, I don’t know, but my interest is certainly piqued.

A combination double-sigh-with-an-eye-roll follows, a move she has just recently mastered and which deserves a perfect ten, both technically and artistically. Exasperated, she continues: “For when I’m one of those ladies dressed in a nice, black trench-coat, with big, Jackie-O sunglasses, good hair and great shoes, always sipping from a Starbucks cup. I’m gonna need a fancier drink.”

In an instant, her vision of her future is clear. She sees herself out in the world, a successful, confident, stylish woman, with my penchant for shoes and a potentially hazardous addiction to caffeine. She already has the glasses. But I am not ready. I have not allowed myself to look that far ahead.

And so, with the April sunshine casting a golden halo around the face of the daughter I have spent the last twelve years adoring, I am forced to see her changing before my eyes. Until now, I have chosen to see what has come before. The hours of story telling and handholding, school concerts and field trips, birthday parties and bedtime cuddles. But with a moustache of cappuccino-coloured foam settled on her upper lip, I cosmic zoom fifteen years into the future and come face-to-face with her adult avatar. She is growing up. Her childhood is slipping away. It’s going take something a lot stronger than Starbucks to get me through this.