Writer’s Workshop: Not Happy Enough

beach at sunset

I was worried, “She’s not happy enough, she seems sad and anxious too often, I don’t know how to help.

A smart lady stopped me, “In this country, we peddle happiness like it’s a tangible good.

Buy this car, take this vacation, everything will be amazing if you do x,y, and z.

Happiness is a feeling, it’s not something you can go out and buy.

We need to relieve ourselves from the pressure of needing to be happy all the time.

Keep showing her you are here for her, she sees it.”

And so I try.

 

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Mama's Losin' It

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The Prompts:

1. Write a blog post in exactly 7 lines.
2. Write a post where the first and last sentence contain any form of the word “boss.”
3. What five images paint a perfect picture of summer to you?  Put those five images together in a piece of writing.
4. Write a blog post inspired by the word: sweet.
5. Fill in the blanks of this template and create your own I Am poem. (ps this is a fun activity for bored kids as well. :)
6. Your favorite summer view so far.

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Writer’s Workshop: Eight!!

If you asked me to choose a photo that might sum up the smallest human I’m raising, I might share this one.

climbing on furniture

That look of anger/irritation you’re seeing on his face is because I had the audacity to get angry at him first for breaking a rule and putting himself in danger in the process.

How dare I?

This boy is the master of flipping the issue. I send him to his room for not keeping his hands to himself and later he’s willing to forgive me for being so mean…if I apologize.

But then there’s that other side to him, the cuddly, baby-loving, mama’s boy.

So what if he likes to climb on furniture and terrorize his sisters and play video games all day. Just look at that face!

kainoa

I often joke that my greatest challenge as his mother is simply to keep him alive. I wouldn’t even call him a risk taker so much as he is just completely oblivious to any risks that might exist at all. What oncoming traffic? What cliff? He’s risky in the least intentional way possible.

I hope he continues to skirt past any significant harm for the rest of his life. Lord knows I’ll be redirecting his body back to the safer route forever…even if he retaliates with the angry staredown.

Kainoa Turns 8

Happy eighth birthday Kainoa!

You turned one.
You turned two.
You turned three.
You turned four.
You turned five.
You turned six.
You turned seven.

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The Prompts:

1. List 7 things you’d rather be doing this summer.
2. Write a blog post inspired by the word: challenge.
3. Book review!
4. How is Summer Vacation different for your kids than it was for you growing up?
5. Take us somewhere local spot in your city and show us what we’re missing…you’ll be saving us thousands of dollars now that we won’t need to take that trip!

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Eight More Days

kainoa first day

I snapped this picture of Kainoa on his first day of school.

He had been caught up with the back to school excitement leading up, but it was like the moment he sat down in that desk, it hit him.

He knew what this meant.

Nine months of waking up early, sitting still in class, following directions and filling in worksheets.

I wish I could say things improved for my boy, but…

school2

school3

school

 

mess things up

school4

It’s been a tough year.

Partly because he’s that energetic boy who wants to have a good time and really isn’t interested in filling in worksheets all day. And partly because he does not feel liked by his teacher. I know this because I picked up on her coolness toward him too. And when I told him she had great things to say about him at our conference he refused to believe me. And when I insisted, he got angry. He just could not believe she would have something nice to say about him.

I’m proud of how resilient he has been, never once refusing to go, but often making these sweeping heart-breaking statements. And it was never something he lingered on. He’d shout and run as usual and then quickly mention he’d like a poisonous slug to kill him so he wouldn’t have to go to school anymore. Nothing more to it, he’d grab his backpack and we’d be off.

Yesterday his death of choice was by airbag.

kainoa and school2

Eight more days kiddo!

I cannot WAIT for him to have this break.

I’d Rather Stay Nine

mom and baby4

“Can you believe you’re going to be TEN? Your first time into the double digits? The big ONE-OH!”

We’ve been counting down days to her birthday, but Laina’s reply was a sweet, “Yeah, but I’d rather stay nine.”

I’ve never met a child who consistently resists growing up as actively as Laina does. Despite the fact that she doesn’t want me coming to her school and my outfit choices embarrass her, she still has no desire to outgrow my clutches. That’s love right there.

And I just sat at the dinner table and dutifully answered which “large dog breeds” I would be willing to adopt in my lifetime if I HAD to choose one. She flipped through her book of dog breeds and took turns peppering both Pat and me. We sat there talking about dog breeds for 20 minutes after dinner had ended.

That’s love right there.

For what it’s worth Pat and I agreed on German Shepards, Bernese Mt. Dogs, St. Bernards, and Bull Dogs.

She can stay here forever…as long as someday we can start talking about something other than dogs.

Laina 9 collage

nine years old

 

laina 10

Happy Birthday Laina!

You turned three.
You turned four.
You turned five.
You turned six.
You turned seven.
You turned eight.
You turned nine.

A Mother’s Day Worth Waiting For

mothers day gift

My son woke me up yesterday morning with the creepiest whisper in my ear, “It’s mothersssss dayyyyy!!!!!” followed by a hacking cough in my face.

He’s been dying to show my what he made at school for me, but it will not come without conditions.

I was informed that I will receive my gift at the end of the day IF I’m nice to him. I was given three “tallies.” Three chances to get it right.

By 9am I was down to two tallies because I told him I was not going to buy him a gift at the grocery store.

By 11am I was down to one tally because I told him to stop pushing our dog down.

At 11:14am I lost my last tally because I said, “KAINOA KNOCK IT OFF!” while he struggled to yank a blanket off his snuggled up sister.

So I reversed his tally system and told him for every tally I take from him it’s one less gift he’ll get for his birthday this summer.

I took one tally away for whining about not getting a toy from the grocery store.

I took one tally for pushing our dog down.

And I took one tally for yanking a blanket off his snuggled up sister.

Come July he’ll actually owe me gifts.

It will be a Mother’s Day worth waiting for.

Writer’s Workshop: I’m An Adult

I'm An Adult

1. A moment you realized you were a grown up.

I knew I was a grown up when I learned to drive and I didn’t have nobody nowhere nohow telling me what to do.

I moved out and was in charge of my own life for a change!

I got to do my own grocery shopping!

I got to cook my own food!

I went clubbing!

Finally I was the boss.

So I did what any self made college grad would do.

I got married and became a mom!

I learned to lead by setting a great example.

I got to be in charge of other people.

My clubbing days came in handy!

And now I crave naps.

I don’t function without coffee.

My body is starting to hurt.

It takes me a little longer to adapt to the latest trends.

Yeah. I’m an adult. No going back now.

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The Prompts:

1. A moment you realized you were a grown up.
2. What is the joy in your present moment?
3. You have to move away from your state in one month. List 6 destinations you wouldn’t mind relocating to.
4. Write a blog post inspired by the word: Blossom.
5. Instagram fun! Share a photo you took with Instagram this week and tell us what you love about it.

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Writer’s Workshop: My Kids Are Experts

2. Something your kids said that made you laugh.

The humans in this house make me laugh all the time. Listening to kids chat and reason and act like experts is one of my favorite things. I just putz around the house, take it all in…and then immediately write it down. Here are a few things my kids are experts at:

1. Infant Care
scaring babies

2. Popularity
popular sucks

3. Exercise
being fast

4. Food Safety
bad yogurt

5. Diagnosing
tummy

6. Allergies
allergic

I hope they never stop being experts because then I would have to find another means of entertainment while I clean my kitchen.

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1. Write a list of your top Spring must-haves.
2. Something your kids said that made you laugh.
3. What is an unpleasant experience you had eating? Write a poem, paragraph, or something else about the experience.
4. Write a blog post inspired by the word: Inspired.
5. Tell the story of a mistake made in the kitchen.
6. Write about someone who made your childhood bearable.

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