Are You Really Ready to Potty-Train?

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17,100,000.

If you type “potty training” in the Google search bar, you get over 17 MILLION results. Want to know why? Because it’s the most confusing and frustrating part of parenting a toddler. Not only that, but NO ONE knows what they are doing. Sure, there are people who train their kids in a day or whatever, but that’s the exception, not the rule. If it were the rule, then there would not be 17 million ways to answer your potty training questions. Us ordinary folks have no “one-size fits all” solution.

Trust me, I know. I have four kids. Three are potty trained and I honestly have no idea how it happened. People ask me for advice about the logistics of potty training and don’t believe me when I say I have no clue. It was a very dark time in my life, and I am just happy to have gotten through it with most of my sanity.

Are you thinking about potty training? Have you noticed the baby that has been following you to the bathroom for the past two years now wants to sit on the potty? More importantly, are YOU ready for the highs and lows of potty-training? I have come up with a checklist to help determine if you, the parent, are truly ready for the craziness of potty training.


The Ordinary Parent Potty-Training Readiness Checklist:

_____ I am prepared to move everything I own into the bathroom for the next week. Books, snacks, a pillow to sit on, and device equipped for watching copious amounts of Daniel Tiger.

_____ I have taken at least five potty-readiness quizzes on behalf of my child, and I think he/she is ready. Maybe. I’ll take one more after I read this to be sure.

_____ I have something potty-training related starring Elmo or Daniel Tiger. No other characters will work.

_____ I have practiced my reaction time for when my child has the “about to pee my pants” look of terror on his/her face. See the look, spring into immediate action. See and spring

_____ I have practiced sprinting with my toddler in my arms, while calmly reassuring them (“hold it, you’re okay, keep holding it,”) and can get the toddler to the bathroom AND SITTING ON THE POTTY in under two seconds. 

_____ I purchased new yoga pants for the five pounds I will gain eating the “YAY! You went potty!” M&Ms. 

_____ I have explained to my friends that all I will talk about for the next two weeks are my child’s excremental habits. They understand this and have promised to remain my friend through this difficult process.

_____ I have recited the phrase “pooping can be scary sometimes,” until I can say it with a straight face and proper accompanying emotion. 

_____ I promise I will not post any “success” pictures on any form of social media. I know the momentary excitement may cloud my ability to rationalize, but I have made this decision ahead of time, while clear-headed. I understand no one wants to see pee or poo in a potty, no matter how much energy it took to get it there.


Can you check off every statement with confidence? Then you, my friend, are ready to brave the world of potty-training. Good luck. May the odds be ever in your favor.

Bye Bye Binkie!

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Bye, bye binkie, binkie bye-bye!” Elmo’s song came through the iPad. My daughter stayed locked in, but quietly shook her head at it. It was as if she was saying, “Elmo, I like you, we’ve gotten along great so far, but I kindly disagree.” We had been talking about it for weeks. “You’re almost three! You know what that means, right?” She would respond, “no more binkie!” sometimes excited, but most times in a melancholy voice.

I think as parents sometimes you encounter issues you never thought you would be facing. While I was pregnant with my daughter, I was adamant that there would be no pacifiers in our house. I didn’t register for them or buy any. Thirty-six hours of labor, three hours of pushing, and an emergency C-section later, when the nurse put a pacifier in her mouth and she went to sleep, I gave up the fight. Of course, hindsight is 20/20. I look back now at all the ways we could have ended it sooner, but it was always that extra hour of sleep or a quiet moment in a store that made me continue it.

So here we are, three years later and grasping at straws to find the least painful way to ditch the binkie for all of us. Turns out, that way doesn’t exist. Yet, I tried. I researched, asked around to friends and family, and then made the best decision based on our child and hoped for the best. We attempted the “Binkie Fairy.” A letter arrived in the mail for our daughter, explaining how the Binkie Fairy works: on the night of her birthday she would place all her pacifiers in the special bag the Binkie Fairy sent, and in the middle of the night they would turn into magic dust. In their place, a special present would arrive.

I have to say she was fairly excited. She kept asking me to reread the letter. She would tell anyone who came in about it. Until the actual night of her birthday. She put them in the bag herself, although tearfully. “I really really miss my binkies,” she cried. Then we would remind her about the fairy dust and the present and she would get excited. Exhausted from an eventful birthday, she was asleep before we left the room. We all but high fived when we shut the door. That wasn’t that bad, we thought. I know what you’re thinking: how naive could we be? The second night was a little bit harder. She told us several times how much she missed her binkie. She asked us to come back in, cried, needed her back rubbed; she pulled out all the stops.

It’s been almost a month. Some nights are easier than others. Some are pretty bad. She has to learn, at three years old, how to self-soothe and let herself fall asleep. I know in the long run this will be a phase, just like the many other obstacles of raising a child. But sometimes, when she’s crying on the monitor and I’m staying strong (I am the one in our relationship who does that, my husband was ready to grab his keys and run to the store to buy a new pacifier on night two), my heart does break a little. Since the binkie has said “bye-bye,” she doesn’t cuddle her favorite bunnies as much anymore. It’s sad because it’s just one more little step in her growing up. And while most days I swear I am so ready to be out of this phase, it’s times like these when I look at her and miss her rubbing her bunny on her face and I don’t want her to get one second older.

So, while I know I’m doing the right thing for her, and we will get past the nail-biting and the two hours it takes for her to fall asleep at night, I’m trying to take this all as a reminder. “This too shall pass” not only applies to the ‘terrible two’s’ or ‘threenager’ but also to my baby girl. The little girl who would cuddle up with “soft bunny” and “regular bunny” and her binkie in her mouth and read a book with me is growing up. I just have to remind myself not to rush it too much and enjoy any extra snuggles that come my way.

Beyond Pizza: RI Chow for the Discerning Teenager

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It’s a bit of a relief that the days of marching a toddler up and down the sidewalk outside a restaurant while my dinner got cold are behind me. But articles about kid and baby-friendly local restaurants still fill me with nostalgia.

With Kid #1, this wasn’t an issue. We brought her pretty much everywhere we wanted, and she sat there like a little, bald-headed adult, coloring and chatting and not disturbing. But when Kid #2 arrived, it all changed. Through a combination of the actual kid being much more active, and just…more typical, and the chemistry between the two of them together, it was pretty much over for a while. We tried to keep going out to eat, increasingly finding ourselves only in pizza places or restaurants where the cake-and-pie-go-round. But they wore us out, and The Takeout Era began.

With the end of The Takeout Era came The Chipotle and Pizza Era. Sure, they’d go to wherever their parents said they were going, but they voiced their preference for Chipotle (and the like) early and often. And then behave themselves (or not). And we often just defaulted to pizza and mall food, and…yeah.

And now, they have evolved. They’ll eat just about anywhere and love what they’re eating. There is considerable overlap between the places we love, but there are a few restaurants that have a special status with these teen palates and that should be shared. Here, in no particular order, are a few of Boychild’s (closing in on 17) and his peers’, preferred destinations–legitimately great foods that the youths love too.

  • For burgers, they can’t get enough of Stanley’s. A Central Falls institution since 1932, you can still get a delicious burger for $1.99 (not a typo). This is important when you have males with large appetites. Not a gourmet, 3-Ring Circus burger–it’s just a straight-up good burger in a diner atmosphere. The last time I was there with Kid #2 and his friend, three separate people asked about the soccer jerseys they were wearing, two said that they had gone to the same school, and all wished the boys luck this season.

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    Basil limeade with Mezcal
  • Tallulah’s Taqueria is the taco destination of every Rhode Islander with taste buds. Every visit involves some swooning over what you are eating. There is nothing not to love on the menu. Boychild prefers a plain quesadilla and a churro. Always a churro. The first time he had this churro, he dreamed about it for days. Then Mom can get one of her very favorite beverages–a fantastic agua fresca (or my favorite: basil limeade) with a shot of Mezcal in it if she is so inclined. Winning.
  • At the moment, this child and his buddies would eat every meal at Baja’s on Thayer St. SO much better than the “old” Baja’s (a narrow, bowling lane-like space just up the street that served one of everything). They love this place more than I do, but it is awfully good.
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Hungry Man
  • Teenage males love nothing more than a huge breakfast on a weekend morning, and my own Boychild loves diners almost more than any other type of joint. His favorite is Liberty Lunch. In the heart of Pawtucket, near the gigantic St. Cecilia’s Church and just off Newport Ave., Liberty Lunch has been around a lot longer than this kid has, and it will probably be there for him to take his kids someday. Although there is a full breakfast and lunch menu, it’s all about the breakfast there for us. Easy on the wallet and the kindest staff in town–it’s a real favorite for chocolate chip pancakes and the Hungry Man Breakfast
  • The first time Kid #2 tried a Gastros bratwurst, he declared it the greatest thing he has eaten in his life (RI Chow Teen Foodies Providence Moms Bloghe has said this about only two other things: homemade Colombian empanadas that cannot be bought, and a certain grilled cheese detailed below). Since then, he gets the occasional bacon cheddarwurst whenever he can. This is tricky, as the Gastros cart is always on the move and one needs to pay attention or miss out. Often found at Long Live Brewery on weekends, check their Instagram to keep up with their comings and goings (and their complete, off the hook charcuterie selection). 
  • Brass Monkey is the unicorn of restaurants for my son and a gem in Rhode Island’s food royalty crown. If the rabid soccer-watching crowd and the overall vibe weren’t already enough, the food is absolutely sick (his words). The first time he came home from Brass Monkey, I had to hear about the life-changing pulled pork grilled cheese for months until I got there myself. The boy did not exaggerate. The lobster grilled cheese was also fantastic. The menu is way beyond grilled cheese, though, and everything is fresh and delicious.

This list is not at all exhaustive, and not at all objective (favorite sushi, clam cakes, and cheesesteaks are for another day). There is a light at the culinary tunnel, parents. Wayward kids do find their way back to fantastic food. 

 

Rhode Island Kid Problems

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It may be a small state, but Rhode Island kids have some big problems. We go off to college and suddenly learn that other states have more than one area code (and they have to use area codes to dial IN STATE?!?), we hear the jingle of a truck and our friends look at us strangely when we think it’s a lemonade truck (poor out of state kids only have ice cream trucks), and the first time we realize we can’t get from one end of the state to the other in under an hour is a bit of a shock. And did someone just say “What’s a NIROPE?”??? *sigh*. Read on for more Rhode Island Kid Problems. #rikidprobs

#1  – Don’t they know it’s delicious? 

 

#2 – Do those kids ever go to school?

 

#3 – Apparently it’s some sort of family tradition.

 

#4 – Basically child abuse. 

 

#5 – I DIDN’T AGREE TO EAT PRODUCE!

 

#6 – I don’t understand what’s so confusing. 

 

#7 – Every. Single. Time. 

 

#8 – *tear*

 

#9 – That’s NOT what it’s called.  

 

#10 – I do not think it means what you think it means. 

 

#11 – I think you mean “chowdah.”

 

#12 – Who am I kidding, we never travel more than 45 minutes. 

 

#13 – TURN THE CAR AROUND!

 

#14 – Also, now I have a headache. 

 

#15 – No Mommy Wars here! 

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(Re)Connecting With Your Spouse: Finding Each Other Again

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connecting spouse date nights Providence Moms BlogI often think of my marriage in two parts: the before children time and the after children time. This not an apocalyptic thought, but really a very matter of fact statement. My marriage looked very different before children. In the before time, we only had one another to worry about and love unconditionally. It was easy to be spontaneous, and date nights were plentiful and full of laughter. 

The after children time is filled with a lot more responsibility.  This is not a negative. Caring for two little beings is a lot of work, but it comes with a lot of love. Spontaneity is a bit harder to come by, mostly because toddlers require a bit more forethought. We tried to live our lives like we used to, but of course, it looked nothing like it did before kids. Most nights end with us collapsing on our couch. We laugh, chat, and then promptly retreat to our preferred devices. If I am being honest, my husband and I fell into a rut. It was sneaky. I was not really even aware that it happened. We were not unhappy, but just comfortable with our routine. We were a happy kind of boring. 

This fall, though, something crazy happened — everyone got married. Like seriously, everyone! Miraculously, my husband and I found ourselves on not one, but two separate child-free weekends.  It was amazing! I missed my children terribly, but my husband and I had so much fun. We explored new cities, got lost in museums, went out to dinner, and had uninterrupted conversations. We laughed, held hands, flirted, drank a few extra glasses of wine, and slow-danced. For a short amount of time, we were just us and it was perfect.

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Simple night on the couch.

This opportunity made me realize that we needed to take the time to do this a bit more often. We gladly came home to care for and snuggle our little girls, but we decided to make sure we made time to care for us. It was important to me (and him) to hold onto those before children feelings. Date nights needed to be more creative. In fact, we knew most would be in our home, so knew we would have to make an effort to put devices down and tune into one another. Simply stated, we needed to prioritize making time for us. 

Taking time for us is important, but it did not require any major upheavals or elaborate plans. We really have just tried to make better use of our non-parenting hours. As the months go on, I know that some weeks will be better than others. The holidays and flu season are upon us, which will surely wear us down. There will be nights when I would really just rather hide under a blanket and enjoy the quiet. However, I am going to try my best to hold onto a little bit of that “before children” nostalgia, because that is what made this “after children” life possible. 

 

Setting Intentions, Not Resolutions in 2018

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intentions not resolutions Providence Moms BlogWhat’s your New Year’s resolution??

It’s a common question you hear, and probably even ask, toward the end of December or early January. What is that relatively empty promise you made yourself to either stop or start doing something? Year after year, it’s the same old story: I’ll start exercising, I’ll eat healthy, I’ll save money, and so on. All of which are great resolutions, if you actually follow through. 

Keeping your resolutions is hard. Plain and simple. Changing your lifestyle is hard. If you aren’t willing to commit to a change in lifestyle then the harsh reality is you won’t keep your resolution. 

Resolution is defined as: “a firm decision to do, or not do something.” (Thanks dictionary.com!)

Seems simple enough, yet year after year I face the same reality and those resolutions hit the back burner right around the beginning of February. 

Intention is defined as: “a thing intended; an aim or a plan.”

See, I feel wholeheartedly that I can be more successful in 2018 if I set intentions rather than resolutions. I know what you’re thinking… those are the same thing. But they’re not!

Intentions can be set daily. Intentions are not binding, but pure. Intentions are healthy and achievable.

As 2017 has come and gone, I encourage you to start setting your intentions for the new year. Not vowing that you will quit eating cupcakes, but setting the intention to put good food into your body.

As you start thinking about how this would work in your life, consider the following:

I intend on creating a morning routine that makes me feel valued and prepares me for my day.

What does that look like?

I will wake up a half hour, maybe 45 minutes earlier, so that I can sit with my coffee and just be. Without kids, without husband, without noise. Waking up on my terms and doing something that makes me feel good. Maybe you stretch, maybe you read, maybe you journal, maybe you just kick your feet up and enjoy the time to yourself.

I intend on finding a fitness routine that works for me.

What does that look like?

I know I should be exercising for my weight, muscle tone, and overall health, but I hate the gym. Forcing yourself to go to a place you hate everyday is not going to get you where you want to be. Take some time in January to try out some local fitness studios. Look for something and somewhere that makes you feel welcome; somewhere that you look forward to going. The struggle isn’t always physical. Once you find a place that makes you want to be there, the ‘getting in shape’ part is easier.

I intend on putting better quality foods into my body.

What does that look like?

No carbs, no grains, no dairy, no sugar, no alcohol… yeah, okay. First of all, be honest with yourself. Where can you make realistic changes in your eating habits that will lead to an overall better state of health? Can you drink an extra bottle of water each day? Can you switch to skim milk in your coffee? Can you cut down on eating out? Small changes lead to bigger changes. Once you start noticing the differences in how you feel and how you look, you’ll want to keep going! Making changes that you can manage will help to mold your new mindset about eating, instead of forcing you to fit into a diet that is all or nothing.

And you can argue that these are just resolutions worded differently, and for the most part they are. But the reality is the way you speak to yourself has a huge impact on your self-esteem and your motivation. Speaking to yourself in a way that is supportive and positive can create a shift in your thinking. Once you are in a healthy place mentally, your mind will lead your body. So set those intentions, and forget about those resolutions of the past!

 

Finding Grandeur in the Little Things

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grandeur little things Providence Moms BlogI got the text at 7:47 a.m. on a raw January morning—it was my best friend passing along a link. She didn’t say anything about it; she just gently placed it in my text message inbox and carried on with her day. I thought nothing of it and went on with my day until I got a breather and opened it.

By now, most of us have read the posthumous letter from a dying 26-year-old. It’s an odd feeling to read about someone younger than you passing away—it’s a sweet and sour mix of survivor’s guilt and gratitude that you get one more day on earth to “live right.” After opening the link from my friend and reading that letter, I ugly cried in the office bathroom for a bit until I could get in my car and head back home.

The blessing and  curse of that drive home was that it was a two-hour commute from my company’s Connecticut office. If you know me, you know I’m not idle—I’m always busily making, doing, or organizing something, especially with two toddlers in the house; I simply don’t sit still. Spending two hours in a car leaves me alone with my thoughts—something I appreciate, but don’t do often.

On that ride home, I thought of that letter and the type of life I want to be living. It brought my mind to a quote from a book I just finished by Shauna Niequist called Cold Tangerines: Celebrating the Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life. It goes:

“I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my every day to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.”  

In that moment, I decided to more frequently appreciate the grandeur of the little things in life—the taste of the first sip of coffee on a weekend morning, a soft, clean bed at the end of a long day, or the warm winter sun that dazzles through our living room window, lighting up the floor while our kids dance and giggle.

And during that drive, I made several commitments to myself. It went like this:

  1. Be kind to yourself—physically and mentally. Push yourself to the limits, but don’t get so obsessed with achievement that you forget to appreciate and care for your body and mind. Stop dwelling and mentally beating yourself up. You can always be and do more, but in this moment, you are enough.
  2. Be more giving. More smiles, more hellos, more compliments. Have you ever received a compliment early in the day—“you look great in that color,” or “wow, your hair looks nice today,”,and it’s carried with you all day like your own personal sun hanging over your head? Compliments are free to give and they can do wonders. I must remember that everyone is fighting their own battle and a small gesture often goes a long way.
  3. Be mindful of celebrating the journey, not just the destination. I’m slated to compete in a fitness competition in April—my first—and part of my “year of yes” decision-making journey (oof). When I set a goal for myself, I’m often motivated by the “moment of glory”—the stepping on stage and feeling proud. Because of this, I often forget about the thousands of tiny steps in which I should celebrate, like the 3:45 a.m. wakeups, the three hours of food prep on weekends, and the BYO lunches and dinners to every. single. occasion. Achievement is marked by more than a Grammy Award or a plush corner office—it’s the thousands of steps beforehand. Celebrate all of those.
  4. Be brave enough to say sorry first. As a stubborn, proud, strong-willed Scorpio, it’s uncomfortable for me to be the first to reach out after a disagreement or, even worse, admit wrongdoing and say sorry (gulp). I vow to swallow my pride and remember that “winning” doesn’t trump relationships with another human.
  5. Be thankful. Reflecting on life’s successes, I can remember a former colleague saying his “toast always fell butter-side up.” There is so much in life that we can credit to hard work, but an equal amount to luck—to falling and hoping that our toast falls butter side up. For so many, the toast falls facedown. I strive to be thankful for the moments my toast lands right-side up and be helpful to others when theirs doesn’t; there are many times in life when mine doesn’t—and won’t—either.

Some say, “life is short” and I had a colleague that said, “life is long”—both true statements that help me justify whatever irrational thing I want to do or buy 😉 (although my life insurance rep and estate planner may feel differently). I say, “life is uncertain”—it’s short and long, it’s messy, it’s challenging, but if you can strive to be a better person while appreciating the magnificence of it all, well, that’s a beautiful thing.

Raising Kids To Be Like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

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Martin Luther King Jr Day Providence Moms BlogIt started with a letter to a newspaper editor. In August of 1946, King, a college student at the time, couldn’t stay silent. Something provoked him to act, to write a letter to the editor of the largest newspaper in Atlanta. In that letter, King wrote,

“We want and are entitled to the basic rights and opportunities of American citizens: The right to earn a living at work for which we are fitted by training and ability; equal opportunities in education, health, recreation, and similar public services; the right to vote; equality before the law; some of the same courtesy and good manners that we ourselves bring to all human relations.”

As a biracial woman 72 years after these words were written, reading King’s words now seems so surreal.  The accepted brutality in our country at that time was something I was not alive to witness. Lynchings and senseless racially motivated violence did not haunt my newspaper pages the way they did in decades past. Jim Crow never infringed on my personal freedom to use whatever bathroom, swimming pool, or storefront entrance I wanted. 

I feel so separated from my own history in that way. That separation makes it easy to read King’s words and be surprised at his need to address the necessity of basic human rights for African Americans. In reality, the fact that I am able to feel surprised at all is a direct result of the work that King and countless others did to fight for these basic human rights. My basic human rights. My kids’ basic human rights.

I want my kids to be like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. I want to raise my children to be courageous in the face of opposition and vocal about injustice. I think we all want that for our children. As our kids grow and learn to use their own voices and gifts as agents of change, I want to encourage you, us, to remain intentional and engaged. Here are some ways we can encourage our kids to be more like Martin Luther King Jr.

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Encourage your kids to emotionally process injustice. A few months ago, I was at the store with my 8 year old son. As we were shopping, we heard quite a commotion. A man was yelling very loudly at a woman, who was staring silently at the floor . As we walked by, I stopped and asked her if she was okay. She said everything was fine and then walked away quickly as security guards approached. I looked down and noticed my son was on the verge of tears.

When we got in the car,  I knew he needed to put words to his emotions. He voiced that he felt scared for the woman, but he wished we could have done more to help her. He voiced that he had never heard anyone sound so mean when yelling before, and that it made him feel very nervous. We unpacked everything he wanted to talk about, and I’m glad we did. Kids need to be able to process the injustices we see all around us. Sometimes it’s hard to come up with words at first, but it is important to work through those feelings together rather than dismiss them altogether.

Encourage your kids to dream. What do your kids think the world should look like? How should people treat each other? How should we handle objections to our points of view or methodology? These are such important questions to discuss with your kids. As you bring these subjects to the foreground, I encourage you to really listen to what your children have to say. The expectation may be to hear your own thoughts parroted back to you, but let’s give our kids a little more credit than that. In fact, in my (very humble) opinion, children exercising their freedom to respectfully express a different opinion than their parents is truly an indicator of a healthy home dynamic. 

Encourage your kids to act sacrificially.  I can not stress the importance of this enough. When you stand up for a cause, when you stand for those who seem to have little to no voice, you take a risk. You risk losing your job, losing respect, your friends; the list can go on and on. I think in the age of social media especially, we can fool ourselves into thinking we are “fighting” for a cause. In reality we are taking a selfie, throwing up a hashtag, or checking in at a rally just to say we were there. The truth is that real change does not come that easily. Real change requires real sacrifice. And when you really believe in something, you have to be willing to lose just about everything to fight for it. 

Martin Luther King Jr. was a fighter. He didn’t fight with his fists, but he fought with unwavering resolve, faith, and strength. As he and the civil rights movement progressed, he was ridiculed, stabbed, imprisoned, and his house was bombed. Can you imagine if Dr. King gave up after he received his first threatening phone call? Sure, the movement could have progressed without him, but we probably would not have any of his speeches or letters. It would have been a true tragedy if Dr. King let fear stifle his calling.

The life of Dr. King also reminds us that:

Change is not easy. Igniting lasting change takes years of hard work and perseverance. In an age where gratification is immediate and information is at the tips of our fingers, I do worry that my kids might not “get it.”  It might be hard for them to understand the blood, sweat, and tears needed to follow through on something big. The passion. The grit needed to keep going when you want to give up. 

Change is not immediate. As a nation, we are still addressing deep rooted damage,  a direct result of the multiple ways African Americans have been oppressed in this country.

Change is not trendy. Going against the flow never is. 

I hope you use Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day to talk about hard things, yes.  I hope you also use it as a catalyst, a reminder to stay engaged with your child. To encourage them to fight for whatever cause they feel tied to, no matter how unpopular. We are raising kids who will change our world, so let’s be sure to teach them to dream big and work sacrificially like Dr. King.

Coming to Terms With a Developmental Delay Diagnosis

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developmental delay diagnosis Providence Moms BlogIn the weeks leading up to my son’s appointment, all I could think about was how much weight he had gained. It had been the topic of our six month appointment and I promised the pediatrician (like someone can make such a promise?) that we would be back on track at the next one.  

I chased him around the house with a bottle of milk the night before his appointment like the good Italian mom that I am. I attempted to get him to eat graham crackers in the parking lot of the pediatrician’s office, but that’s neither here nor there. Turns out, I was worried for absolutely no reason – in fact – I was so worried about his weight that I didn’t even notice that my nine month old son wasn’t crawling, babbling, or really doing much at all. I was in denial.

I was busy taking notes when I heard the pediatrician casually say, “let’s get an early intervention referral for Cole, and a hearing test while we’re at it.” Excuse me?! I was stunned. I read all the books, took all the classes, followed all the rules. Where was the chapter on this?! I was shocked.

Driving home from that innocent appointment left me in tears. My husband (always the calmer and cooler of the two of us) tried to talk me off a bridge. I wasn’t having it. By the time we arrived home, I was in a tailspin that alternated between thoughts of “what have I been doing wrong?” to “will he ever talk?” and everything in between.  I was panicking.


Over the next few days, I began Googling. Let me tell you, Google is not your friend in this situation. When I wasn’t Googling, I alternated between crying and watching my son like a hawk for any sign of movement or speech. I also asked everyone (and their mother) for their expert opinions on the situation. Did I mention the Google phase? I was overwhelmed.

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A very close friend to tried use her profession as a means of helping me realize that there was nothing to be worried about, and that he would develop in his own time. I’m thankful that she was able to see the light that I couldn’t. Sometimes, when you’re so fixated on what’s wrong, it’s hard to focus on what’s right. I regret all the time that I spent on Google and not because it made me crazy. I regret it because I didn’t see my son for who he was. I was so focused on proving that he didn’t need early intervention instead of realizing that he really did.

A few weeks later, we received a gross motor delay diagnosis. Even though I knew that early intervention was necessary and a good thing, it was hard to digest. I had so many thoughts before our first session. I was worried about how he would react (he honestly just thought someone was coming to play with him every week!) and selfishly how we would make it fit into our weekly routine. I was worried.

After two sessions, Cole started crawling. He’s babbling up a storm, and we’re learning how to help and support him in the best way that we know how. I’m in awe of the journey that has led us to here and for the future of reaching milestones on his own timetable. I am thankful.

Running a Half Marathon: a Not So Successful Story

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For some reason this summer I decided it was a good idea to sign up to run a half marathon at the end of October. I mostly blame my best friend. You may not know her, but you have a friend like her. She is not very good at sitting still. Typically, she has her hands in multiple projects while juggling motherhood and a job like a boss.  Then, just when she feels like she has a handle on everything, she throws something else onto her plate – like training for a half marathon. Additionally, she convinces you that all of this is totally doable! Furthermore, you drink her Kool-Aid and sign up. 

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To be fair, it was doable for the first few weeks. I made my triumphant return to running. It was great. I had some time to myself and somehow managing to squeeze in other workouts besides running. I was a superstar! Here I was, nailing this mom of two thing and training. There were visions of me crushing my personal best from four years ago, you know, that time before children. It was splendid!

Then, September hit and I went back to work. I think I block the start of school out of my head every year. You know, like how you eventually convince yourself child birth is not that bad and you can do it again. Anyway, the beginning of the school year is exhausting. There is so much to do in those first few weeks.  Additionally, now that I have children of my own, there is not only so much to do at school, but at home as well.

Not surprisingly, my mid-week runs began to diminish. I tried not to panic. I convinced myself that I would make up it for it on the weekends. Except that September suddenly became an entire month of weddings – travel weddings. My long runs quickly started to dwindle. It was the second week of October when the reality of my failed training started to settle in. 

I knew that I could finish the race, but the dream of actually beating my personal best was long gone. This is when I started to reconsider my decision. I began to think: “what is even the point of running? I’m going to do terrible. I should just skip it.” I could not keep the negativity at bay. I seriously considered quitting, but something changed my mind: my daughters. If I quit, what kind of example was I setting?

I often tell my students you get out what you put in. It was time to own that statement. I did not put in the work or the training to successfully beat my personal best, but that did not mean I got to quit. Life is always going to throw challenges at you. Sometimes you are not going to manage these challenges to the best of your ability. However, part of that is realizing where you went wrong and working through it. 

Perhaps picking a half marathon as my first race was not the best way to return to running, but it is what I did. Quitting was not an option. I was going to finish this race, regardless of my pace. It was in this moment that had to readjust my thinking and tweak my goal. I wanted to show my girls that I could accept what I had failed to do, but still finish what I set out to do. 

I finished that race. While I would love to tell you that I managed to pull out an amazing time, the reality is, I did not. The last two miles were absolute torture; a reminder of where my training failed. However, I had a couple of cheerleaders by my side pushing me through it. I made it to the finish line, and you know what? I ran 13.1 miles that day. 

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I did not look like this as I ran!

Balancing  motherhood, work, and healthy lifestyle is not always easy. Sometime there is give and take. I thought when I finished the race that day, that I would vow never to do it again. However, it also made me want to do better next time. Hopefully, I can learn from my mistakes.

 

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