What do we tell our children?

ces-snp-reynaAfter an election year filled with vitriol, many parents like myself were left trying to figure out how to explain the outcome to our children. I wondered what our boys were thinking and feeling. What was going through their thoughtful minds? Children are often told that grown-ups know best. They may assume that they should emulate adults, especially those in leadership roles. That includes the president of this country, however, and I most certainly don’t want my sons emulating our president-elect. So what do we tell them?

We tell them that sometimes adults get it wrong. Sometimes adults don’t know best. We tell them that we will be kind anyway. We will be brave anyway. We do not abide by bullies. We tell them that the future of our society does not depend on what happens in the White House. It depends on what happens in our house. And respect will continue to reign in mine.

When the courage and irony of parenting becomes loud and clear.

Sometimes it’s time to suck it up and do the thing that makes you uncomfortable. For me, it was writing this guest post for author Catia Holm on the irony of parenthood and drawing courage from unexpected places. Here’s a snippet:

For crying out loud

True confession: I hate loud noises.

I hate loud noises and I have twin stepsons. Naturally, loud is part of the package. “Loud” is in their bones. “Loud” is the very definition of who they are when they’re together. But the truth is that I seriously loathe loud. God’s honest truth is that anxiety shoots right up my spine at the first sounds of those inevitable screams between young brothers running through the house.

This so-called “noise sensitivity” is part of who I am as an adult child of an alcoholic, or an ACOA, as we call ‘em. Yeah, there’s an acronym for that. When unpredictable commotion is a regular part of your environment growing up, it can create a visceral reaction in pretty normal situations as an adult. So now I’m the grown-up. And my kids are the ones, well, being kids.

So I close my eyes when the disorder takes over. I take deep breaths. I talk myself down from that loud ledge of uneasiness when the twin tornado comes roaring through the living room. When the television is deafening. When it sounds like a herd of elephants are tap dancing upstairs. Sometimes it works. But sometimes it doesn’t.

The back patio provides some relief, although I can often hear the sibling rivalry from out there. And that’s when I ask myself, “Is it them? Or is it me?” It doesn’t take long to decide it’s me. I’m the adult after all. Or at least I’m supposed to be.

And then I pray for Patience to show herself. Thankfully, Wisdom is usually nearby to tap my shoulder with a gentle reminder that although our childhood experiences influence the present, they don’t have to dictate our reactions.

On one particular occasion, I sat on that patio in a panic of self-doubt, feeling angry and unfit to parent.

Read the rest of this post (including the cringe-worthy text message that slapped me with a dose of reality) at CatiaHolm.com.

Camping with kids: 10 weird essentials

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Mr. Wonderful and I took The Little Boys Club on a cub scout campout recently (the second time in 18 months that we’ve spent the night in the woods with 30 little boys) so we know what “the essentials” mean to us: Food. Shelter. Water. Airbed. Body pillow. (Am I the only one who expects to get a good night’s sleep in a tent?) But here’s the reality: When it comes to camping with kids, you’re gonna need some specific items. For example, well-named snacks. Snacks are serious business.

The trick is to put the munchies in a gallon-sized Ziplock bag and call them “extra special camping fun treats” or something with lots of adjectives. This works well for road trips, too. I fill bags with fruit, crackers, applesauce, popcorn, gum and leftover candy from the most recent holiday if I’m feeling extra generous with the sugar. These “super cool snack packs” will fill in the gaps between meals and incite your children’s love for comparison as they argue over who got the better gum flavor.

Read nine other weird essentials for camping with kids over at Austin Mom’s Blog.

When ‘qualified’ simply means willing and able to love.

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Does this pic make me look qualified to write about motherhood?

Earlier this year, a friend emailed me with a link to an open call for writers and a note:

“Thought of you. I think they could use a different mom and family perspective.”

The link took me to Austin Moms Blog. Say whaaaaaaat?

A mommy blogger? I smirked. I was skeptical to say the least. Mostly because as a stepmama, I struggle on the daily with feeling like a legit parent. Even though I’ve watched our twins grow from preschoolers to nearly third-graders, it’s still hard to believe I’m in charge of little people sometimes.

And then, when it sunk in that this friend actually thought of ME when she saw “mother” and “writer” in the same sentence, I was kind of flattered. As a bonus mama, it’s easy to feel vastly underqualified to raise not one, but two small humans you didn’t birth yourself. But then again, what makes one qualified, really? Compassion. Patience. A sense of humor. Intense adoration for their father. Not a bad place to start, eh?

After all, many women are made mothers by children who were borne not from their wombs, but from their hearts.

The more I thought about my friend’s suggestion, the more I felt confident that I could offer at least some skeptical stepmoms or frustrated bio moms a positive perspective on blended families.

So I waited two weeks. And then I gave myself a pep talk and I applied. I submitted writing samples like this one. And this one. And then two weeks later, I thought the blog’s co-founder had the wrong number when she called and asked to speak to me.

Friends, I’m totally honored (and intimidated) to have been chosen to share my adventures in parenthood with other mothers. And it doesn’t matter how you became one – because what I’ve come to understand is that we’re all just learning as we go.

So now you can find me at Austin Moms Blog! Weeeeeeeird. Will you humor me and read along?

Kids eat free in Austin: 90 Options

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Food doesn’t get much better than free, especially when it comes to mini mouths and picky palates. Satisfy your selective snackers and adventurous eaters alike at any of these Austin restaurants where kids eat free (or mostly free) – usually with the purchase of one adult meal per child. Some restaurants offer kids eat free deals on more than one day of the week, so you’ve got tons of options to choose from. These sweet deals could change at any time though, so consider calling to confirm details before you go. Check out these 90 kid-friendly restaurants in Austin listed alphabetically by day of the week.

The wedding present we turned into somebody else’s groceries.

Before Mr. Wonderful and I got married, we received a very unique wedding gift. It was a generous check that came with one request:

“Use this to celebrate your first month together as a married couple.”

Last week, when we’d been wed a whole month, I glanced at that check. And here’s what I figured. We could enjoy a nice, kid-free dinner out at some new Austin hot spot. (Fooding is what I love best.) Or we could use this opportunity to teach the The Little Boys Club something about giving as a family.

Kids’ causes are dear to both our hearts, and when it comes to food, well, we’re big fans. So naturally, my first thought was feeding the hungry.

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What if we took the twins shopping for food staples? What if we used that generous check to purchase those groceries and then deliver the donations to our local food bank ourselves?

One-third of the folks our food bank serves are kids, after all. Maybe this gesture could help the boys understand that three square meals a day are not a guarantee for every child in our community.

I floated the idea by ’em over clam chowder. In August. (Because when a kid is stoked about his suggestion for supper, you just go ahead and prepare hot, thick soup on a 103-degree afternoon.)

I told them about the check. I explained how fortunate we were to be eating clam chowder in August because some people don’t get to choose what they eat – let alone eat until their stomachs are full.

That’s when I suggested that we take a little field trip to shop for somebody else’s groceries. They listened carefully. Took it all in. Then, AC chimed in.

“I know something about this,” he said with a serious look on his face. “Because we saved an elderly last Christmas.”

An elderly! I smiled. That was his way of telling us he remembered the space heater we donated to a senior in our community last December as part of their school’s holiday wish-granting program. (We’re big on planting the seed of giving in their hearts.)

Anyway, I could tell we had buy-in, so I put AC in charge of the shopping list.

  • peanut butter
  • canned chicken and tuna
  • canned vegetables
  • canned fruit
  • brown rice
  • cereal
  • canned beans

When we got to the store, he followed me up and down each aisle, dutifully checking off each item. Brother loaded up our shopping cart and Dad made sure we didn’t go over the number on that check. Teamwork had us outta there with a cart full of groceries in less than 20 minutes.donations

A short drive down the road later and we pulled into the parking lot at the Capital Area Food Bank of Texas, where we dropped the groceries in the donation bin.

“How do you feel?” I asked them.

“Good!” they answered simultaneously.

Me too, I thought. Not a bad way to fulfill that request to celebrate our first month as newlyweds. I hope the boys will remember our “celebration” field trip as fondly as I will.

Wanna help feed your neighbors? Find your local food bank by ZIP code at FeedingAmerica.org. Whether you’re interested in donating your time, a few bucks or a couple of cans, you can get involved in more ways than one. And if you live in Central Texas, the Capital Area Food Bank makes it easy to get involved.

Why, yes I can.

“Can you imagine if the Earth were shaped like Texas?”

Yesterday we celebrated Dr. Seuss’s birthday a little early — with green eggs and ham, of course. As we sat around the breakfast table, I mentioned to The Little Boys Club that in addition to the beloved author’s birthday, March 2 was also Texas Independence Day. AC looked at me with wide eyes and proposed a new unique shape for our fair planet.