I hate it when people say something like “you should eat something, you’re so skinny!” I don’t go around telling people “you probably shouldn’t eat anything, you’re so fat!”
I struggle with my weight, it may be different than you, but I work really hard to keep my weight up. I have to watch my calories, my carbs, my protein, etc. just like someone losing weight. I don’t make snap judgments or un-thoughtful comments about your weight or eating habits.
Think about that.
My thoughts on this sunny day:
Where is the snow? No, I don’t particularly like snow, but I am thankful to live in an area where when it does snow it melts away fairly quickly. But so far…no snow. We had the driest December in a very long time (I can’t think of the number, but 83 or was it 183?) and January is just as dry so far. We live in a desert, we need some moisture. I hope that something comes soon so we don’t have a miserable summer.
The deployment is almost over. The last time I wrote I thought I wouldn’t write again until after Mr. B got home, but here I am and he’s still not home. I am very excited about his quickly approaching return. So much so that I’m here instead of cleaning.
This week I explained my my son the practicalities of underwear. The conversation started because he saw my bras hanging up in the closet. “Mom, I saw your bras.” “And…?” No response, he just looked a little embarrassed maybe? “You know what boobs are for?” “Feeding babies.” “Well, when women walk their boobs move around and it hurts, so we wear bras to hold them in so that they don’t move around so much.” “Oh.” “They serve a special purpose. Just like other underwear.” He looked at me questioningly. “Your underwear helps protect your sensitive parts from your pants.” “Really?” “Yes.” I grabbed a pair of jeans. “See, look at this seam in here. Feel how rough it is? Imagine that rubbing on your sensitive parts all day.” “Oh!”
My husband laughed when I told him I explained all this. I don’t want my son to think bras are something mystical, they are anything but! I also don’t want them to be taboo. They serve a purpose. Yes, women like to wear ones that look pretty, but most women would like it if they didn’t have to wear them.
Conversations like that are things most people wouldn’t think about when they think about having children. They think about snot and drool, sleepless nights, diaper changes and the eventual dating…but don’t give much thought to the in-between. We were fortunate enough to have friends whose son was 12 when Little Mister was born. So we watched, and asked questions, and then mapped out our own plan of how we wanted to raise our son that included all the in-betweens. Our parenting style revolves around two basic philosophies/principles: 1) never talk down to a child and 2) never lie to a child. Most things can be squeezed into those two categories.
I may eventually explain those in further detail, but right now, I am going to have lunch with Little Mister and do some more laundry.
Yes. The year-mark day is almost over. No Mr. B is not home. Not yet. Soon.
This last year has left me a more confident and independent person. If I could go through everything this last year and come out a stronger person, I think I can do anything I put my mind to. I know what I want “to be when I grow up.” I know what I want to do, what I’m passionate about, what I’m good at and I am working on making my way there. There were a lot of times this last year when I felt overwhelmed or underequipped to handle specific situations and each time I had an amazing friend or family member there to talk me through.
Thank you so much to all of you amazing people who helped keep me sane this last year.
And so… I probably won’t blog again until after I get Mr. B back home and we’re all settled in. But can I tell you how excited I am for that day to be so swiftly approaching? Little Mister said: “If excitement was a size, mine would be bigger than the universe.” And that is a pretty apt description of how we’re all feeling now.
Here’s a picture of us at one of the Christmas parties last month:
(If you go back to Day 21 you can see how long my hair has grown in the past year.)
Okay, I’ll admit it. It makes me giggle when people post rants online talking about how they hate ignorant people but their post is full of spelling errors and text-speak. Karma also makes me giggle. Yes, I’ve had my fair share of getting what I deserve and I will help you if you need it, but I will giggle first (or maybe later).
I decided I’m going to start a 2nd blog called “Things My Son Says.” I have a whole collection of things that Little Mister has said that make me giggle every time. Like the other day he told my brother and I about this kid at school who never brushes his teeth and has bad breath, “except one day he had a mint.” We told him he was hilarious and he said “I know, that’s what kids do.”
Those are my thoughts for the day.
