Guess what? Yes, I know, I actually blogged, but more importantly….. It’s that time of year again in the southwest!
CHILE. SEASON. :)
I could feel the slow Capsaicin burn creeping up my fingers, making me smile at the pain that would linger on my skin for hours. This is gonna be a hot batch, I thought to myself with glee. Funny how a plant probably developed this chemical in order to keep humans AWAY from it, and yet we “put that sh*t on everything.”
Ahhhh the therapeutic ritual of prepping chile:
Peeling off the blackened, fire roasted layer of skin.
Stripping the seeds off the slimy vegetable flesh; reminds me of octopus tentacles.
Pulling out the pulpy green innards…
Straight up GUTTING, Yo.
I LoOOVEEEEEEEEE chile season. <3
Yesterday was all doom and gloom. So here’s some enlightenment from Skeletor himself. Smile errrbody. Today will be grand!
My mom has been writing me letters. Real letters, not email. When she wants pics of her grandchild, or make sure I’m still alive, she will call or text. Sometimes we Skype with the kid. She decided she wanted to write letters because she felt disconnected to me. She doesn’t like the distance between us. I think my moving 400 miles away was an emotional slap in the face to her. She thinks it was physical evidence of my desire to escape her.
Anyway, over Christmas she felt I was being cold to her. I’ve never had that mother/daughter relationship where we did each others nails and told secrets to each other while brushing our hair. The more trouble I got into, the more I tried to keep her away from my problems. Eventually I had no choice but to let her help me, and since then I’ve had a hard time getting over the guilt from that.
I like to blame Astrology, so this all can be tied back to Saturn Returns. When you are 29-30 you are forced to deal with your “mommy issues” and my mother sending me a big box of stationery seems to be its materialization in my life.
A lot of things came out during our exchange, most of it painful. She’s worried about me being alone. She thinks her relationship with my dad has set me up for a life of failure when it comes to men. I don’t think she can blame herself for my screw-ups, but I was kind of scared she was right in one respect: That I was doomed.
Yes I’ve come back. You’ve noticed? I’m still posting over at my new blog Pisces Pictures, but I miss this one. Its been here for me so long (4 years now) and somehow it’s comforting to see its face again.
I’ve also been catching up on the other single mamas who I started reading almost half a decade ago. SO MANY CHANGES! Engagements, weddings, graduations, higher education pursuits, job changes, moves, break-ups, pregnancies… it’s amazing. The more I’ve been catching up, the more I want to make a whole post dedicated to their lives.
So here goes:
Single moms who are now married:
- Rachel Sarah @Single Mom Seeking
- Kristin Darguzas @ Tall n Lucky
- Morgan Siler @ModernsingleMama (though she was already in the process)
Single Moms who are engaged to be married
Single Moms who were engaged, but decided it wasn’t for them
Single Moms who are in serious relationships
Single Moms who are pregnant or who have had another baby
Single Moms who are pursuing degrees
I’ve kept up with these bloggers via Facebook, mostly. But some of them I’ve stopped reading their blogs and in my absence, they’ve become private or password protected.
Now I must go and beg for forgiveness.
I’m still single. I haven’t had a baby. I haven’t gone back to school. I don’t have much news to report. But it makes me hopeful to see everyone else moving forward. Maybe I will get there too.
I used to believe in the Golden Rule. My hippie parents taught me to “treat people the way you want to be treated” and so I went forth into the world with the best of intentions for my fellow-man. I would show them respect and logically, I would receive it in return.
I soon realized the rule didn’t work that way. You don’t get back what you give. You can send out all the hugs and kisses and cakes and butterflies, but the world is not required to reciprocate.
This was a hard lesson for an impressionable Pisces like me. I couldn’t understand why I was being subject to so much abuse and torture from my peers. I was giving them love and understanding, they were giving me ridicule and disgust. Bullies and Opportunists preyed on my sunny disposition. To them, if I was fool enough to let them in, it was my own fault for getting emotionally robbed.
When I was asked how to make my home safer for my child, I thought “Well, don’t have chain saws lying around or anything.” All joking aside, I know what it means to be cautious and conservative about your kid’s surroundings. Living in a custody situation where you are constantly being judged on “how good/bad a mom you are” really puts a heightened sense of awareness in your daily life.
My biggest rules:
1. Know your kid. Really. Was your kid the baby who cried when the vacuum cleaner was on, or who laughed and clapped their hands at the loud noise? Did he have a natural distaste for putting dirt in his mouth, or was he shoving it in by the spatula-full? Does she approach animals like they are big teddy bears, or does she hide behind your leg when the local German Shepard tries to sniff her?
Some kids are more courageous than others. Some contemplate longer before acting. Some are naturally shy, and some seem to have been born without fear. Which one is yours? How to balance the elements of keeping your kid safe and helping them build confidence is a tricky conundrum in the parenting world. All of us want our children to gain independence and problem-solving skills, but that doesn’t mean throwing them into the gauntlet unprepared.
2. Educate your kid: One of the best things you can do is give your kid the tools to tackle the big scary world without fear and intimidation. Let them know you trust them. But let them know there are rules to follow too. If any of you have a 4-year-old, there’s no shortage of opportunities to answer the illustrious “WHY?” question. Seriously, their brains are BEGGING to be educated.
My kid asked me why she had to sit facing forward in her booster car seat. My response: Because the cops will get you. Maybe a slight dramatization but it works. She knows that when she’s not strapped in, or facing the correct direction, she’s breaking the law. And when you break the law, the cops come.
Again, knowing what’s important to your kid helps here. Will they be afraid if you tell them “because if we get into a wreck and you go through the windshield, you will die” or will they think its the funniest thing ever?
3. Let the natural consequences teach the lesson of safety (when they are not dangerous!) My daughter’s booster seat has transformed itself from warm-cozy car seat, to annoying hinderance to her backseat coloring-fest, is constantly pulling on the seatbelt, trying to reach the dropped crayons on the floor. Predictably, the seatbelt will eventually be pulled out to its maximum capacity and lock, gripping her tighter than any human being enjoys. She cries and throws a fit for the remainder of the trip, but unfortunately for her, every action has a response. If she chooses to be unsafe, the consequences are not good.
4. Know where to draw the line. Some things need parental intervention. You know your kid’s limits, you can asses what situations will be the most dangerous. I’ve watched my daughter use knives and scissors and told her which ones are safe and what cannot be touched. I trust her to ask me before eating or drinking anything unknown. But I do worry about other things, such as talking to strangers and wandering off in public. If you are confused about how to find a solution to a problem, make a ultimatum until you figure it out. My ultimatum for talking to strangers is “If mom doesn’t talk to them first, then you don’t talk to them either.”
You are the parent. You make the rules. If you don’t know the answer, make a ultimatium until you educate yourself enough to make a decision on where you stand.
*This is an entry to the Safest Line contest. To learn more, please visit http://www.thesafestline.com.