Rated: PO (Parents Only)

...OK so this is what happens when quiet actually settles in the house and I am home alone.
I find random shit on the internet to laugh about..by myself.
Only lucky for you all... I am sharing... prepare to pee your pants!

The website I was on is http://www.scarymommy.com/ and you HAVE TO CHECK IT OUT!


Talk about funny... hahahahaha... I'm still laughing... I'm gonna be on here all night...and good thing cause by 6:30am I'll be back to parenting...LOL

Enjoy...

Wake the Fuck Up

Of course you have heard of the book, Go the Fuck to Sleep. I would like to suggest a follow up, inspired by my husband…
The dishes are washed, everything tidy in its place
The leftovers boxed up, my dear, and the counters wiped away
I’ve asked you six times, don’t make me say it again
Please, for the love of God
Just empty the fucking trash can.
———————————
You work hard and need your rest
I do know that and care
But you slept all night and napped three times
You’ve more than gotten your share
It’s time to awake and get on with the day
Wake the fuck up already, you hear me OK?
———————————
You’ve been flipping for an hour
But have yet to pick a show
Could you be more annoying?
The answer is no.
Surrender the remote, I’ll ask one last time
or I’m kicking you out, on your fucking behind.
———————————
The day is getting dim
Soon it will be night
I can’t see a thing, my love
You have to know I’m right
I’m not as tall as you so I need your larger height
Would it kill you to change that fucking hall light?
———————————
I know you feel sick but I do as well
My nose is stuffy too
and my throat sore as hell
Please stop complaining
It’s just a little cold
So shut up and cope
You’re not that fucking old
———————————
I love you so much
I value what you say
But now I’m trying to sleep
And you’re keeping me awake
For the last time, my sweet,
I just don’t give a crap.
Enough already, really
Just shut your fucking pie trap.
———————————
I’m laying in bed, desperately needing my rest
You’ve been sleeping for hours
Happily passed out on your chest,
How are you so loud, I really don’t know
But if you don’t fucking stop snoring,
You’re gonna have to go.
———————————
Is this too much to ask,
from the man I adore?
I really don’t get why I’m so easy to ignore.
Start listening to me, that’s all there is to it.
Oh, and the dog needs a walk
Just fucking do it.

(...another excerpt...)

Cards For New Moms

Tagged as: see mom and dad -- I am using that graphic design degree!
I spent a half hour in the Hallmark store the other day looking for the perfect card to send to a new mommy friend. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t exactly what I was looking for.
In case you’ve ever encountered the same problem, I made a few to share…

Might as well let new moms know what they’re in store for, right?

Well, I certainly think so.

(...another excerpt...)

Motherhood is…

I read this confession before falling asleep last night:
“I really, truly, honestly wish someone–ANYONE–would have told me what it was really like having kids. Before I had them.”
Well. it may be too late for that person, but for all you yet- to-be-mothers out there who really want to know what it’s like, I’m going to do my very best to describe motherhood for you.
Here goes.

Motherhood is middle of the night wake up calls for a glass of water or a fan or a light or a blanket or a bear or a kiss or a band-aid.
Motherhood is making lunch after lunch after lunch after lunch only to find the healthy contents stuffed behind a car-seat.
Motherhood is all of your spending money.
Motherhood is not remembering what it’s like to get a full night’s sleep.
Motherhood is siblings bickering over who can look out of which window and who started it and who you love the most even though you love all of them the same but at the moment you don’t like any of them in the least.
Motherhood is wiping more poop than you ever thought you’d see in your life.
Motherhood is a car so filthy that you are embarrassed to let your own husband see it.
Motherhood is hearing the word “why” at least a hundred times a day and most of the time, not having an answer.
Motherhood is knowing, just from the touch of a forehead, almost exactly what your child’s temperature is.
Motherhood is stretch marks dominating your belly and feet a full size larger than before and sad, deflated boobs.
Motherhood is finally appreciating your own mother.
Motherhood is fantasizing over reaching the bottom of the laundry pile, knowing full well that it’s never going to happen.
Motherhood is singing all the words to your kids favorite songs even though they annoy the hell out of you.
Motherhood is never feeling at peace unless all of your children are with you, under your own roof.
Motherhood is always feeling mildly sick but never being able to wallow in your own misery.
Motherhood is never peeing or showering in peace.
Motherhood is using your sleeves to wipe runny noses and your spit to clean dirty faces.
Motherhood is being able to identify just who is coming down the stairs based solely on the thudding of their feet above you.
Motherhood is not even wanting to say “I told you so” even though you did, countless times.
Motherhood is when, just as you want to curl up into a ball of pure exhaustion and desperation, one of your children suddenly farts or burps or does something spontaneously funny. It’s the moment when you dissolve into a hysterical fit of laughter; the kind that you haven’t had since you and your seventh grade BFF were caught passing notes about which boy in your class you’d most want to be stuck in a closet with. It’s the moment you pause and look at your children, all piled on your bed, breathless and rosy cheeked, and think that the only things that really matter in the world are right there in front of you. They are yours, and they are worth every sacrifice and sleepless night.
And then, it’s the moment, two seconds later, when one of them will accidentally kick the other one on the arm and the other will bite in retaliation and you will wish, for the hundredth time that day, that you could just rewind time and savor that peace and joy for more than an instant.
Rinse and repeat a million times. That’s what motherhood is to me.
What is it to you?


...so like I said... check out the website... I think I may have to buy this book just to make sure I have a really big belly laugh at the end of each day.

Much Love, Shanon

Movement in Thought

Life.

Sometimes I find it hard to remain still and settled when lives are shifting around me although I think to myself, without constant change would our lives become stale? Maybe even become a degree of lifeless? I like to believe that while change brings with it the Sunny days and the Rainy ones, without them we would not have the opportunity to Grow. Experience. Learn. Extend Love.

Remember to be kind to those you love and those you don't. 

Today. Tomorrow. Always. 

Much Love, Shanon

For You..Thank You

I find myself at some point (if not many) thinking of you during my day. It's pretty neat how when I came to you it was to shake what I was feeling while following some one else's journey. Their story. I know now that I wasn't meant to shake it... just to be aware. To grow from the experience. To open up.

I had to write of this thought from tonight...

You are sharing your journey with me...with every one around you. It is inspiring ' with strength' and creating growth 'with awareness'. It is creating, for me, an emotional shift. Right now my Dad (who is visiting from Edmonton) is downstairs with Colton and Madison watching, cheering and talking loudly over the hockey game. I told myself to hurry and get the dishes done so I could head downstairs and be a part of the fun. Yet in that same breath I thought of you. Its kind of hard to write the thoughts exactly as they surfaced...they were fast and powerful. I will try to explain.

Usually when things get loud around the house I can get overwhelmed. By the noise. By the activity. By the sometimes chaos...or so it may seem. I wondered if you do the same...only not in a past tense...now...in today's moments. I then thought, if I were you, today, I could envision you absorbing as much of the joy as possible. As much of the love in the loud laughter as possible. That it wouldn't matter...the volume of the voices. You would find all the positive. All the happiness.

These thoughts stopped me in my tracks. I listened. I heard. I felt.

Love.

I was so happy to hear them all being their crazy fun selves down there. I'm going to join in all of that now. I just thought I would share...what you shared with me. Thank you... I am shifted.

Healthy love and healing to you Fawna, xx

With Much Love, Shanon

Present and Joy Filled

Easter weekend came and went...fast! Too fast! Always does when my family comes to visit.

Although it was really nice that my sister Sarah and my lil nephew Chase were able to come for an extra day as a result of the threat of snow getting in the way.

Watching Chase and Jordyn was pretty funny... the 2 of them are 8 days apart... and so completely different. Jordyn likes to just hang out and be a quiet couch potato. Chase likes to ride around on the noisy zebra talking his baby babble at a 'not so inside' voice. Jordyn has taken to trying to hit others. Chase didn't ... until he was around her long enough. Jordyn likes to throw her food. Chase really likes eating his (and hers). Jordyn really loved up Aunty Sarah. Chase didn't love up Aunty Shanon (insert sad face)...

Something in common: BOTH of them have CRAZY hair in the morning... and BOTH of them are stinkin cute!!!

It was nice to have Nanny (Mom) and Mog (Dave) here too. They were able to come early Friday so we got some good quality time in. I love watching my Mom snuggle my kids ... warms my heart.

Of course, the Easter Bunny was nice enough to leave some treats laying around the yard. Madison could hardly contain herself while running like the wind to collect them, Colton by her side. Jordyn managed to gather a few of her own and Chase was happy taking a ride in the wagon.

Catching a still photo of these two was probably the most difficult... they were just too speedy, lol.

Colton decided late Saturday night that he wanted to head back to my sister's to spend his Easter break catching up with her. Its always hard to see my family go.

So the 'school-less' days have been filled with me, the girls and a whole lot of whatever.

We have played outside, watched Barbies Mermaid Tail (a few times), gone grocery shopping, had play dates and coffee dates, workouts and Yoga, visits with Grandma Mary, walks, baking and experimenting with new recipes. I have done some much needed organizing around the house but not so much cleaning.

I made the choice that this week
Just Being Present
was going to be
Enough

To do what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it.
Having happy, playful, joy filled children brought a solid feeling of love into my moments this week and I valued that MUCH more than I do a clean house. I put me and them first this week... it felt SO good to not worry about much else (of course we really missed sharing it with Colton). Everything was relaxed and easy.
Its been nice just letting the days flow. Just letting everything fall in to place.
No rushing. No craziness. No schedules...

Each moment as it should be. 
Happy. Fun. Rewarding. 


Much Love, Shanon

The Last Week (BACK DATED to Jan/12)

Okay so I just found this post in my list of 'posts' and realized it was drafted and not published. Oops! 

So that being sad on April 1st I'd like to take you back a few months to the week of January 12th, 2012.

Over the past week we have had a few fun events I've been wanting to write about. Unfortunately time isn't always on my side. One of my most wonderful friends, Allison, celebrated her 30th birthday.

I made her and her fiance, Jon, who was also celebrating his birthday, a yummy dinner on Wednesday night. That evening while cooking and getting things together for dinner I completely lost control of my daughters. They were loud and rambunctious creating major craziness in the living room upstairs. Madison continued her silliness well into the evening. A few times she climbed up on Auntie Allie's knees to let out a few 'funny' toots. I do have to admit, it gave us all the giggles.

We followed dinner with a scrumptious cake that we nicknamed the 'Diabetic Sugar Attack'. Jordyn tried a few times to feed it to her daddy with an extra large spoon from the utensil holder. I originally gave it to her while attempting to get dinner ready as a distraction. She kept it with her until we were done at the table.

 

  

 Afterwards Colton and Allie had a quick game of checkers...was definitely amusing to watch.

On Thursday Jamie, Madison, Jordyn and I headed over to OHS to watch Colton's basketball game. It's pretty awesome watching your child play a sport you once loved so much. I still remember my very first free throw. Facing the stage where everyone was sitting. Watching me shoot. Now here I am rooting for my own creation..."Go Buddy...shoot". I love it. Its entertainment at its finest. It gives me rushes of anxiety every time he gets the ball. Every time he shoots. Awesome. Completely awesome!!!

Thursday was also the first day Jordyn was able to sport a ponytail

...and how cute it was!!!

After the game my husband and I took the girls down from the bleachers to the court to play around. Madison wanted so bad to 'shoot hoops'. With Jamie's love of the sport, that makes him smile big. It was so enjoyable to watch the girls run around with basketballs...Madison trying to dribble. Jordyn just simply trying to hold it. We hung out there until Colton joined us for a couple baskets then headed home.

The weekend is passing by really fast. Friday night we joined 14 others at Jubilations for Allie's 'surprise' 30th. Sad to say I missed the surprise part but rumor has it Allison's reaction was nothing short of happy tears.

Jamie and I didn't have to be quick to relieve any babysitter. We got to enjoy the night without kids. While we were driving from one location to the next we sat in the car...quietly holding hands. For a moment the thought of 'awkward silence' ran through my head. I was then corrected by a quick reminder that 'no no no' it's not an awkward silence...its the silence itself that's awkward. No kids!!! Sometimes I can be quick to think that we should be discussing today...tomorrow...next week...right now. But really, in that moment, being quiet was exactly what we needed. It was a change and it was really really nice.

Saturday came quick and upon arriving home from Calgary I received a phone call that Colton was heading up to emerg. He had a fall at hockey and ended up with a mild concussion. After I picked him up we headed home to take it easy. He's pretty bummed that he won't be able to participate in any sports for at least a week but better to be safe than sorry. It'll go fast bud...don't worry!

I also learned some sad news yesterday from a blog I've been following for just a short time. A beautiful soul received his wings early. When I first came upon the "EB'ing A Mommy" blog (http://randycourtneytripproth.blogspot.com/p/tripps-story.html) I was very intimidated by Tripp's pictures. Initially I closed the site and then a few days later decided for some reason unknown that I would start from the beginning. There I discovered a wealth of information on a disease I had never heard of. 

Epidermolysis Bullosa."... a rare genetic skin disease called "EB". Any type of friction on the skin or mucous membranes causes blisters" 

As a mother I cannot even imagine the strength, courage and love it would take to try and keep your child happy and comfortable at all times. Courtney is a complete inspiration to me. Her dedication to her son is absolutely breath taking. Tripp's story is powerful. It makes me very thankful that I was blessed with 3 very healthy children. It makes me thankful that I have been given an opportunity to be a Mom. It makes me appreciate what I have. It makes me want to be the best mother I can be to my children even in the hard moments or the moments I don't have patience. Tripp's story has really touched my heart and I am happy for him that he has peace now. That he is no longer physically hurting and will be free from pain. Able to walk, run, play and laugh. As for Courtney, his mother, I know this will bring some sadness. I can only hope that Courtney and all their family will be given the same peace. My heart aches for them.

Rest at ease Tripp 

Deep Seeded (and Fugly)

Okay...it has been almost 20 days since I last blogged because I haven't really had a whole lot of extra time but sometimes I find it tough to really sit down to write about a certain subject.
Today, however, I am almost bursting at the seems....here I go...

I am competitive. As far back as Grade 6 I can remember being competitive but junior high really kicked it off with an obvious increase in peers. I played basketball, soccer, volleyball, track and field. I thoroughly enjoyed every sport I played. I gave 110% in each one of them. It was so much fun. The adrenaline rushes were awesome. The encouragement and support motivated me. I was proud of myself. My self esteem grew. I was in great physical health. I was young. I could do it.

Now I am a parent to a growing boy who is also playing sports. Succeeding. Achieving. Competing. Giving 110%
We just finished up the 2011/2012 Pond Hockey season with the Diamond Valley Phantoms in Canmore last weekend. Colton's hockey skills improved leaps and bounds this year. He got quicker, sharper and more aggressive. He became proud of himself. He gave every game his all. I am sooooo very proud of him.

...and so the saying goes...

 "When one door closes another door opens"

...enter Baseball...

Last year Colton tried out for the Okotoks Outlaws (Mosquito) Travel team. Unfortunately he didn't make the cut to play full time but he was asked to be an 'affiliate' player. So this year when I asked him if he was wanting to try out again his response was No. He expressed to me that if he made the team he wouldn't be able to spend time with his Dad on the weekends. I have to admit "I" was crushed. I told him that just because he would have some weekends that he may be playing Baseball didn't mean that he wouldn't be spending time with his Dad. That in fact, he would be supported by his Dad and myself and that it would just be a different way of spending time together. It wouldn't take time away. He still said No. I felt sad. I felt upset. I was feeling disappointment that Colton thought it would take away from his time with his Dad. I wanted to push. I wanted to call Chris and tell him to tell Colton it would be okay. But what would that do? It would be pushing Colton somewhere "I" wanted him to be. That in itself would be selfish. I thought I had accepted his decision.

Little did I know...

Today Colton had Pee Wee evaluations in Okotoks for the upcoming 2012 Recreational Baseball season. On the way to Okotoks while Colton and I had a quiet minute in the front seat I asked him again if he was sure that he didn't want to go to Rep try outs. His answer..."I'm sure Mom. Maybe I'll try next year." Again, crushed! When we got to the evaluations it was nice to see some familiar faces. It was great to see Colton with his peers chucking a ball around. He just seemed so relaxed and in his element, especially for someone who said they had butterflies as we were arriving. I would have never known. Bring on the proud mama feeling! An hour passed so quickly. Once we were back in the car I asked him how he felt. He said it felt good to play. That he thought he did really well and was proud of his own pitching. Made me smile. So the selfish part of me spoke up again... "Are you sure you don't want to try out for the Outlaws bud?"... again, "nah, I'm okay Mom".

OKAY SHANON...THIS IS YOUR QUE TO LET IT GO (shut the f*ck up) AND LET HIS DECISION BE HIS DECISION!!!

I did not expect it to have the impact it did.

Enter the DEEP competitive SEED. My anxiety reared its FUGLY face ... the knots in my belly came quicker then I could swallow. My thoughts spinning fast. The 'what if's' and 'why not's'...some small hints of blame at Chris (even though the decision is not his choosing)... the damn stomach butterflies.... goooo away. I felt sick. I probably would have thrown up in the car had I not been driving. Who says you need to be talking on a cell phone to be distracted. PULL IT TOGETHER SHANON. ITS JUST BASEBALL... AND COLTON IS COMPLETELY OKAY WITH HIS DECISION.

That is what matters!!!

Slowly my anxiety is dissipating because to be honest...its still hanging on. In my own competitive mind I wish he would try out (as if you can't tell). But Colton is entitled to his own decisions and I am entitled to choose how I will feel about it. God I must sound crazy to anyone reading this cause I sound crazy to myself. With all this said though, I will support his decision. I will not ask anymore. I will not push because no good will come from pushing. I will attend his rec games and cheer loudly like I do at every sport. I will encourage him. I will acknowledge his efforts. I will be there for him as he needs me. I will be there 110%

After all...look at my wonderful son... how could I not?

Good job today Colton...

I love you!

Does Size Really Matter...?

...a little bit of fun with the snow today...

...he LOOKS pretty big...

But don't let that fool you!

Definitely experienced complications with this guy right from the get go, haha!

"Trouble Maker" is his name...

...because his size is REALLY lame.

It all started as a result of sticky but not sticky enough snow.

Madison and I quickly discovered that packing a snowman's every inch takes a lot more energy than rolling his body 'sections' around to gain substance.

THIS

is

his

A

C

T

U

A

L

size

(insert giggles)

 Madison was okay with it though...and I can't wait to see Baby J's face when she gets up from a nap.

Perfect sized friend for her.

Even the dogs were alright with him (maybe not as impressed that they had to partake in a photo shoot)

Let's hope the next snowfall will bring some more 'snowman' appropriate snow?

Can you see him in the center of the screen...HAHAHA

Much Love, Shanon

HELP

November 2011
I saw a link on a friends Facebook post to a blog that was dedicated to the journey of a sweet girl. That sweet girl was Anaya Cassin Potts. She had Krabbe Leukodystrophy. I was for some unknown reason to myself incredibly drawn to her story. To her life. To her journey. It didn't take reading many of her mother, Camara's, blog entries (http://healinganaya.blogspot.com/) until my heart hurt but I continued to follow it.
On November 13th, 2011 Anaya received her Angel Wings.

I was completely heart broken. For 3 days I sobbed. At times, uncontrollably. Jamie couldn't understand why I couldn't avert my attention elsewhere. I couldn't understand. So instead I accepted that I must, for some reason unknown to me, have needed this awareness. Maybe it would make me (has made me) appreciate my healthy smiling children more. Maybe it was to tell me to have more patience. Maybe it was to create a sense of thanks for all I do have in my life. I'm not saying I wasn't thankful up to that point but maybe I just needed to be more aware of everything around me...my husband, my children, my family and friends. Shortly after Anaya passed I even went to have energy work done. I couldn't shake the heart break. It was incredibly powerful. I thought of her, Camara, Brent and Solara as if I had known them personally. It broke my heart knowing a mother and a father had lost their baby. I couldn't imagine. I didn't want to imagine. It hurt.

Since last November there have been so many positive changes in my life. Many of which I give gratitude to my new awareness. I have continued to follow Anaya's mother Camara on Facebook through her many community pages.

https://www.facebook.com/TheAnayaInitiative
https://www.facebook.com/camaraloves
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Un-Sorriso-per-Ginevra-A-Smile-for-Ginevra/138529646238762

She is amazing. She is strong and she is a fighter. She has one of the biggest hearts I have ever been witness to. She is constantly serving others in need and for that I applaud her. I'm sure it takes a lot of emotional strength to go on after the loss of your own child, but to help others who's children are affected by the same devastating demyelinating condition takes a lot of emotional courage and once again, a very
BIG HEART.
Camara has spent the last few days visiting baby Gabriel in Monterrey, Mexico. Gabriel is also affected by Krabbe. It is terminal and he is getting sicker. She went to Mexico to extend her help to his family as they are struggling financially. With her first hand knowledge of the disease she has been able to reach out to her Facebook community for some of the material things Gabriel is in desperate need of which include but aren't limited to a nebulizer, tubing, receiving blankets, portable suction machine, a feeding pump and bags and more. Gabriel and his family are still in need of help financially so his parents can afford doctors appointments, medicine, future hospitalizations for sickness and supplies. They must also buy or find oxygen equipment and a special stroller as well.

Its hard to imagine what it would be like to be in Mayte and Armando's shoes. We have almost everything we need here in Alberta. In Canada. Our doctors visits are paid for. Some of us have medical insurance plans that cover prescription costs. If Mayte and Armando lived here in Alberta and as a couple they made less than $29,000 a year Alberta Works would provide them with a Child Health Benefit Plan. It hurts my heart that they don't have access to these kinds of options.

Today I felt the need to share this story.
To share Gabriels story.

If you can help IN ANY WAY please please do. A donation as little as $5.00 adds up and is so much help to them.  https://apps.facebook.com/fundrazr/activity/bb54b4c3cd03409297ba95198bfe0d84

If you aren't able to help financially please share this.
https://www.facebook.com/littlegabriel

For your ears and hearts I am thankful.

Much Love, Shanon

Just Another Saturday

This morning started as it usually does...
Enter Madison...followed by Jamie's alarm clock...followed by music leaking through the baby monitor produced from that wonderful little caterpillar on the side of Jordyn's crib. The music tells me Jordyn's up and playful waiting sometimes patiently for someone to bring a sweet smile in to her. Colton is at his dad's this weekend or I'm sure he would have also experienced Enter Madison, haha! She's really good at it.

This morning my hamstrings, tight as ever, were screaming at me as soon as my foot motioned to take a step. The lovely Marjan tested their ability the other day at the gym...and although they seemed to pass the test today they are upset. Correction, they are very mad! At me...not her.

Feeling slightly motivated I decided to call and ask my mother-in-law if she'd like some little people as company this morning so I could join in the TRX class at the gym. Motivation does wonderful things to a person even when the body is being a bit of a rebel. To my delight she agreed. So after feeding Madison "the best pancakes I ever made" and Baby J some cheerios with milk (so not a lover of pancakes...?) we packed up and headed over to Gramma's.

When I got home with the girls around 11:00 Jordyn was ready for a nap. Madison had decided she'd rather watch Puss in Boots than bake with her mama (insert sad face). As I was gathering my ingredients for a banana loaf I realized I was out of margarine...Crap! My afternoon plans of baking are now taking me and the kiddo's on an adventurous walk into town. After all...sticking to the plan is boring.

Guess it's just another Saturday...

A Must Have

Oh Sunday...you came so fast!

How is it that the weekend is almost over?

This morning my coffee is A MUST HAVE. My sleep since Wednesday has been nothing but short. Its starting to get a little annoying to be truthful. I wake up because I'm too warm, my arms asleep or I have to pee. I've never wake up to pee...not even during my 3 pregnancies. So why now?

My baby...correction 'toddler' (insert sad/happy face)...sleeps ALL night. Its time for my body to catch up yet it refuses. Makes me want to whine and cry...which is what I'm doing right now minus the crying. Hmmmm...

Anyways coffee is good!!!

So are the snuggles I'm getting from my 4 year old princess on the couch this morning...
Thank you Maddy, xo

Finding Balance

I don't think I can ever recall anyone making a statement that 'raising a preteen is easy'.

Looking back on my time as a preteen I'd have to agree with my Mom...I wasn't an emotionally stable, neat or organized individual...at 12...nope, not at all. I can recall countless arguments about not keeping my room clean and helping (should read 'lack of helping') with chores around the house. As a preteen I never thought I would be on the parenting end one day.

HERE I AM

Now Colton, as we know, has just celebrated his 12th birthday. He has officially entered his preteen years. Sometimes I feel as though my children grow up in the span of an afternoon. It just seems to happen that fast. Blinking (as a parent) is not allowed.

Finding balance is our new challenge...at least the one that exists in our home as of right now. The challenge of being a parent and not always a friend. Accepting that some days they just don't like you. Or your decisions. Or the consequence. Its the challenge of living with my own decision to follow through on rules. The anxiety I experience thinking of sitting down to chat about decisions and having conversations that are just sometimes not going to go in his favor. And then sticking to it as parents. Communicating constantly. The challenge...to say the least...is tough.

Raising children is like the obstacle course that is ever changing...sometimes its smooth sailing and sometimes the rock wall ahead brings challenge. Gotta take the good with the bad...and always, always, always reinforce the love you have for them. Sometimes we as parents may seem unreasonable in our children's eyes.


I just hope that mine always know the love we have for them is unmeasurable.

No matter the challenge.