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Mother’s “DAY”?

9 May

Make every day "Mother's Day"

Mother’s Day can be a very touchy subject for some. I think that the greeting card, floral and jewelry industries has us feeling that we need something from a store in order to feel appreciated and loved and when we don’t get those items we feel unloved and unappreciated. Some feel that Mother’s Day just isn’t right if you don’t get your “mommy time”, as we all need and deserve on the regular basis not just one day. However, just like any other day it doesn’t necessarily work out that way just because it’s Mother’s Day. I did some reflection and this year I decided not to convince myself that because this day has been chosen to observe all that we as mother’s do, I can not expect my children to be perfectly well-behaved, traffic to part for me and everyone to skip down the street with laughter while I  listen to the birds chirp. Nice try right? Instead I decided to look at Mother’s “Day” from my reality glasses and enjoy my day for what it is…a day where people decide to take the time and “observe” and show appreciation for the mother’s in their lives and all they do year round.

Days before the observance of Mother’s Day my six-year-old son kept saying “mom I need to get my money out my bank so I can get you some roses.” I smiled and told him to save his money and he could draw me some roses. He was not happy with that idea at all. “No mom I need to buy you some roses from the store.” They even got to my six-year-old!  The friday before the observance he brought home a gift he made in school and was so excited to give it to me but I told him I would wait until the day of. All weekend my children were so excited for Mother’s day and were thinking of all kinds of things they could do and buy for me.

When the day finally came they came in my room and said Happy Mother’s Day, my son gave me my gift he made and they sang me a mother’s day song. My son then said “we have to go cook mommy breakfast” and I had to stop them in their tracks. Since they couldn’t cook breakfast, and my daughter was upset she didn’t have a gift to give me, they sat on the floor and made me, my mom, our aunt and whoever else came to mind a card. At that moment I wanted to do something  for them because I appreciated how much they wanted to show their appreciation.  This year I really had a chance to be okay with not getting  flowers, jewelry or a store-bought card and not being able to spend the day at a spa or in the house having “mommy time” but not having those items or opportunities doesn’t mean I’m less loved or appreciated than those who did. The few hours I spent away from my children I had a great lunch with my mom and sister and afterward I went to get a manicure.

Overall, I feel good about how my day was spent because franklyimamom, and as on the other 364 “Mother’s Day” days, I spent most of my day being one.

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Things Change- It’s just the beginning

2 May

When I first became a teenager I remember being very self-conscious about my body. I wore baggy jeans that I could take off without unbuttoning, big bulky sneakers, and shirts I was swimming in. Even when I got a little older and did decide to “show a little skin” I felt uncomfortable, of course now I would kill to have that body again.

 By my junior year of high school I became a little more comfortable with my body and I embraced it. I appreciated that  I could eat what I wanted without having to workout a lick. Once I hit college I loved to shop because I could go in just about any store and grab a 4 or a 6 and knew it would fit, until it didn’t!

I remember going to buy a pair of jeans, my usual size 6, and they didn’t quite fit. So I figured “well we (my boyfriend and I) have been going out to eat a lot, I guess it’s starting to catch up to me” and didn’t think much of it. Not more than a couple of weeks later I was in the mall with a friend and decided to get some jeans and this time the 8 didn’t fit! I thought “there is no way I am bigger than an 8 that fast?” I think I tried on a few styles before I realized it was me and not the jeans. During the next few days, maybe weeks, I was feeling nauseous, and then the vomiting started as did the processing of what was going on with me. “I have gained weight really fast, I have been really nauseous lately, did I miss a cycle?” I took a home pregnancy test and realized that the weight gain was just the beginning of the many changes I was getting ready to go through. 

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It’s Not Just You

24 Apr

When I first decided to write a blog many topics came to mind. I decided to start with what I have been totally consumed by: Motherhood!

Over the years I have become very candid about different parts of my life, namely my experiences as a mother. I am willing to talk about my 70 pound weight gain, my sciatica problems, not being able to put my own socks on (even while sitting), the time poop came shooting at me like it was came from a cannon, and the six weeks my son spent in the NICU. I of course shared these events with my friends and family although not many of them could relate.  They did however have their own experiences to share in an empathetic, and sometimes sympathetic, way.

Just talking to other moms and sharing and venting can give you a sense of support that you can’t get in any other way.  However, moms tend to want to give the perception of perfection and therefore we infrequently share our mishaps and misfortunes in our journey of raising children because we don’t want to get  the “gasp and look”, and you know what I’m referring to!

I want Franklyimamom to be a place where moms can feel comfortable sharing their experiences without worrying about being judged. I hope that in coming here and reading this blog you feel like part of a group and not feel like you’re alone in this. I want you to read this and sigh a breath of relief as you think…                                                                  “so it’s not just me”.