Back Together

So I was gone for 6 days last week in Dallas, Texas working on a project that unfortunately has come to an end earlier than expected. It's okay though because while it's disappointing, it's not the end of the world and during my time there, I connected with some amazing people and made some new friends. So thanks, Texas, you're not all that bad. 

While I was gone, my awesome husband took the lead at home with the boys. It was the first full week of school which in my mind made it easier for him - at least the kids were accounted for during most of the day's hours. He still had to usher the little one to school and pick him up (earlier than he typically comes home), move the car for alternate side parking days (non NYC-ers, look it up), to which he bitched and moaned about wanting to sell said car. He had to make (order) dinner every night and make sure our children were bathed and presentable. He had to schlep to soccer practice, games and figure out how it all gets done in the span of 12 or so hours. I got one email telling me how tired he was to which I responded with the ridiculousness that I was in the middle of and gave him suggestions for dinners to make during the week. 

It's not easy being the one who does it all, I know because I'm typically the one. It's a good thing to pass along the responsibilities every once in a while. Usually we're a two parent household with him picking up the slack, but when one of us isn't there, well then, there's no choice and you have to get it done. It also raises awareness...often times we forget just how much goes into daily life organization, especially when there are multiple lives needing to be organized. Luckily, I'm a professional organizer. Prior to leaving I posted little reminder notes all throughout our apartment for all of the boys (you're welcome!). 

I arrived home to one husband with a full beard, he was too exhausted to apparently shave his face, two kids who could not stop hugging me and telling me stories about the days I missed and best of all - our five year old can now wipe his own ass which made the entire trip worth it. 

Welcome home - I missed you guys...(when's the next trip?).

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We Are All Human Beings

It's taken me a few days to collect my thoughts. There's been a lot of time spent reading, a lot of tears, and a lot of time trying to make sense out of something I'm now resigned to believe I will never understand. 

I look at my beautiful children during the carefree days of summer, playing with their friends, including everyone in their camp games. There are no limitations with regard to skin color, gender, religion or status. They just play. Whether they're splashing in the community pool, building castles in the sand, singing songs or cheering for one another during organized games. I well up just thinking about it - the simplicity of it all. I long for it to be that way for all of us.

But alas, I'm smarter than that. I know nothing is going to change unless we all - every single one of us - acts on it. I have marched in the streets of NYC with my children, and I'm sure I will again. I donate to causes that focus on humanity. I give my time to my children's schools. I work to make sure my kids know what all of this means, why we are so passionate about being kind, respectful and considerate toward humanity. Why there is no place for hate toward others in our home and throughout our community. How they need to know that when we witness it, we will not ignore it, we will address it. I want them to know that at the end of the day, in this great big world, with all the people in it, we are all essentially related. That's the easiest way for me to explain it to them. We don't have to be related by blood to have something in common with everyone. 

The last few days I've been having my little guy point out similarities among his friends and people we don't know. He says things like "we're both boys" or "so and so has brown hair like I do" or "our moms are friends." I'm trying to teach them that at the end of the day, we can find something familiar in one another. A grand idea? Perhaps. But one I will try to foster none the less. It seems so simple, find a common ground, a similarity in our fellow human beings. Oh wait, here's one - WE ARE ALL HUMAN BEINGS. That alone should be enough to get us through. That alone should cause us pause. That alone should create a bond. 

I don't have any of the answers, but do I have a long list of things I would like to see change. So tonight, as I listen to my children laughing and playing games on our back porch with their grandma, I will commit to continuing to educate them and talk out loud about doing the right thing, no matter the consequences. I will make sure we are showing compassion and consideration to people we don't even know without expecting something in return. I will find a similarity in everyone I meet, because at the end of the day we are all the same. We are all human beings. 

God bless. 

 

Dear P!nk, Keep Rockin'!

Dear P!nk,

I've been a fan of your music, your style and your honesty since you started, but I have to say, when I saw you in concert at Madison Square Garden, hanging upside down from the rafters belting it out, I became a super fan! In fact, "Just Like Fire" has become my mantra since you released it last year. So thanks for that!

What I love so much about you is your authenticity. Whether it's in your music, your honesty about your relationship, your parenting, whatever - you're real, and that's super cool. So when I saw the pic of you cooking with the baby strapped to your body and your little girl "supervising" I thought - way to multitask mama! Rock on! 

Dear Sanctimommies, 

STFU. Seriously. Enough is enough with the ridicule. Enough with the your way is the only way - you know what? Your way is fine for you and someone else's way is fine for them. Stop with the judging. We have enough to deal with on a daily basis, we shouldn't have to worry about what other moms are thinking.

That's the problem - other moms aren't just thinking, they're judging. How about taking that judgement and turning it into support? If not support, respect. How about changing your attitude and putting some positivity out there? You have no idea why P!nk chose to wear the baby while she was cooking - maybe he was being fussy. Maybe her daughter wanted to see what she was up to and she needed to corral the kids. Maybe WHO CARES? It's her choice to raise her kids the way she and her husband are raising them. Not yours. Let P!nk do P!nk, and you do you. 

We're all so obsessed with following public figures on social media, we should appreciate that they're allowing us a glimpse into their lives, not taking the chance to ridicule them whenever we can. Being a mom is hard enough. We spend a lot of time second guessing our own decisions, we don't need anyone else doing it for us. Bashing one another is counter productive. It's not helpful. It's mean. Why can't we all get along??

You guys, be nice. It's much easier. 

xo

Krista

 

 

Own Your Truth.

❤ This is me. No filter, no makeup, semi messy bedroom, roots that need to be colored, 10 pounds heavier than I was 4 months ago at my father's funeral. Unhappy with how I feel physically.

❤ This is me. Slacking on the very thing I preach about the importance of...self care.

❤ This is me. Stressed out about deadlines and business ventures.

❤ This is me. Spending time tending to projects, book writing, and children because I thought it was all more important.

❤ This is me. Today I went to the gym for the 3rd time in a week.

❤ This is me. Taking back my fitness routine that I so desperately need not just for my body but for my mind.

❤ This is me. Owning my truth. How will you own yours?

❤ This is me. Writing about it in the HuffingtonPost.  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/59635294e4b0cf3c8e8d5a12