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Happy NEW YEAR!

As you all know, I’ve taken a solid two year break from regular posting on this space. Since then, a lot of life has happened. Many of you probably thought I completely retired. So did I.

The truth is, that I’ve missed it here. This space has been calling me back for some time, I just didn’t know how I should break back into it. Blogging is a funny thing. It’s an online journal for the whole world to see and being the “private” person I consider myself to be, sometimes it just didn’t jive well with me. I felt vulnerable more times then not. Sometimes judged. But as we all know, no story is perfect. We are all a work in progress and saved by grace on the daily. With that being said, I’ve made a commitment to myself to get back into “blogging”. If for anyone, myself. Weather its pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, I feel most alive when I can express myself through my words.

So there you have it. Im brainstorming my thoughts and hope to bring you lots of picture heavy posts from the heart, DIY’s, a little bit of fashion, and of course party planning because lets face it, we all love a good party.

I’ll be back soon. Promise.

We celebrate halves…

It’s no secret that Landyn and I love this guy…

So we will celebrate this man any chance we get.

Today is Josh and I’s year and a half “dating anniversary”, so I had to write a little something…

(because halves deserve to be celebrated) 

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 Thank you for being the reason I smile and treating my baby girl like your own. How lucky she is to have you as her example. You are my rock, my encouragement, and always believe in my crazy dreams.

Something tells me I’m going to love you forever.

xo

Lindsay

For you Dad…

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As a child, I was a total mommy’s girl. I never wanted to leave my mom’s side. My parents split when I was in the second grade, and I remember the attachment to my mom only intensifying. Ironically enough, some of my favorite childhood memories were spent at my Dad’s house. I remember trips to Sea World, camping, Big Bear, lake trips, days at my Dad’s movie set, mornings spent at Paint Pals and Discovery Zone, pool parties, and Eggo waffles for breakfast… all happy things. So I look back and wonder why I had such bad separation anxiety from my Mom. You look back on pictures of me from age 7-12 and I was likely crying or had red eyes. It’s something now, that my Dad and I laugh about.

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Somewhere during my high school years, my Dad became my hero. The guy that saved me from my crazy, lost self. The one that took me (and my best friend) in when we had no place to go, no questions asked. The guy that funded my many privileges, even when I was less than deserving. The guy that loved me when I was not very lovable. The one that cried happy tears when I told him he was going to be a Grandpa and watched me get married all in the same month. The guy at my bedside minutes after delivering Landyn with flowers in hand. The one that spoils my sister and I with an all expenses paid trip to Hawaii for a week. The one that saved me from an unhealthy marriage and helped Landyn and I get on our feet. The guy that has a soft side and has cried with me before. The one that makes me laugh harder than anyone can. The guy that is a “guy’s guy” yet ended up with 2 daughters and a grand daughter.

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I love you Dad. You are my hero, and I owe it all to you.

And to all those who have lost their Dad, who don’t have a father figure in their lives, and too all the single mom’s that play both roles, you are in my thoughts today. For me, I am counting my blessings.

Lindsay

On Bullying…

With motherhood comes peoples opinions, advice, and what they know to be true.

Some things you take to heart and watch out for, and others you sweep under the rug.

One thing I’ve heard on repeat since Landyn started preschool is that bullying starts young.

And for the past year and a half it hasn’t become an issue, until recently.

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I’ve read up on what it takes to raise a daughter. I know about fostering self esteem and giving them the proper armor to deal with life. I know about mean girls. But when your four year old tells you at bedtime that kids are calling her ugly and that they don’t want to be her friend, your momma bear defenses kick in.

I was painfully shy in elementary school. I clung to the same friends and didn’t have the self esteem to go out and meet new friends. I’ve been there. I know the anxiety of sitting alone at lunch or friends backstabbing you. I know how to fake sick so I don’t have to give an oral presentation or go without lunch because I was too shy to tell my teacher that I forgot my lunch. I remember these feelings like it was yesterday. They are still very real for me.

Nothing can prepare you for the day you hear this from your 4 1/2 year old though. Every bit of wisdom you’ve ever been given immediately goes down the drain. All I knew to do was kiss her head and tell her she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. Because to me she is.

We went on to talk about how that made her feel and how she should respond to that girl with her feelings. We have to empower our children. Landyn knows she should walk away and pick other kids to play with. We’ve talked about teachers being her safe zone when she’s at school at mommy isn’t there.

Now don’t get me wrong, Landyn thrives in school. She participates in class and has a group of friends that she just adores. There just always will be those mean kids. They are everywhere.

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Growing up, I always despised those “tattle tale moms”. You know, the ones that ran to the teacher every time something went wrong for their child. But the thing is when you become a mom and are wearing your heart outside your body, instinct kicks in and you will do whatever it takes to protect your kid. I was that mom last week. My intent wasn’t to tattle, but rather inform. There is a difference.

As much as I want to teach Landyn about conflict resolution and prepare her for bullying, I want her to know that there is so much good in the world. I’ve raised my daughter to be gentle and loving and I want to empower her to encounter gentle souls just like her. I want her to know community and friendship. Women should build each other up, encourage, and relate to one another. I’ve been blessed with a couple beautiful friendships in my life that I cling to tight. Two girls in particular play an important part of who I am.

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photo credit: Bows and Arrow Photography

I always love your feedback. Has anyone else experienced bullying with their kids? How did you handle it?