Tuesday, October 28, 2008


I had an entirely different post planned for today. An upbeat, news-filled, happy post that might even have made a few people laugh if they have the same warped sense of humour that I do.

Then I sat down. Then I switched on the tv. Then I did something that I would not normally be doing at 4 o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon. Then I watched Oprah. Yeah yeah, make all the jokes you want about it. Go on, get it out of your system. I'm not opposed to Oprah, I even quite enjoy her show most of the time. But today I knew she was doing a bit on kids that have featured on her show before or have "touched the hearts of millions". I could claim to have a heart of stone or an icy personality and use that as the reason for why I don't watch those episodes but I'd be lying. I could tell you I had no intention of watching because I have too much to do. I'd only be half lying. Truth is, I'm a sap. I big, giant sap. I cry at the drop of a hat when it comes to those shows. Happy or sad news, I cry. And so, even though I knew that most of today's show would be happy stuff, I planned to avoid it.

Then I got a phone call and I sat down. When I got off the phone, Oprah was on. So I watched a few minutes. Then a few minutes more. Well now I'm half way through the show and there's no point in missing the rest right? Besides, I'm not doing too bad...this is all good news and not a tear in sight.

Then she got me. Cow. She had me and she knew it. Sucked in again! Dammit! One of those stories that puts things in perpective for you. A story that makes you re-evaluate the way you look at the trials in your life. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.

Since my son was born I have had many heart stopping moments. He has asthma and we've had many hospital trips to deal with the fact that he's not breathing properly. Again. It's scary. I've moaned and dripped and complained and wondered "why me?". We all do it. Both kids have fallen and cracked heads on concrete, I have lost each of them at least twice in large departments stores as they zip into racks of clothing and laugh quietly to themselves as mommy panics. And yet, despite all my whining about the things they put us through, I am (of course) happy to be their mother.

Just as happy, I'm sure, as this mother and father were to have their little boy. Watching the joy on the faces of these parents and yet knowing what they must have been going through, was amazing. But I was bawling like a baby the entire way through.

Watch the video. It'll warm your heart. As the father reads excerpts from the letters he wrote his son, and you see the pictures of that beautiful child, take a moment to think about your own life. Do you have perspective? Do you look at your problems as bigger than they are?

We all deal with issues. For some of us, like me, they are smaller. Sure, CJ has asthma but it's something that we can deal with. I can complain all I want but it's a manageable, small, problem. For others, like one or two I have posted about before, the issues are larger. Life threatening things that impact lives in huge ways that many of us can't even begin to imagine.

I'll likely always be dealing with the issues that surround the health of my children, but it does me good to get some perspective sometimes and remind myself that really I have it very lucky. There are so many others who are dealing with so much more than me.

Do me a favour. Send out some love to someone who is having a hard time right now. It doesn't have to be health issues. It could be a move that is hard on them and their family, it could be marital problems, it could be the health of a loved one. Anything. Send them some love. And watch the video.

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Monday, October 20, 2008

Mastering the art of delegation

It's something that employers occasionally value. Something that can be very useful. A talent that can bring home the gold or send you to the unemployment line. Something that I've been perfecting over the years. Recently I've noticed that it seems to be something that my darling daughter is catching onto.

I am a firm believer that delegation should only be used when absolutely necessary. Like when you can't be bothered are too busy to get off the couch and ask Hotty Hubby to get your drink. Or when you dying of thirst and send your four year old to fetch a beer water from the fridge.

Girl Spawn has discovered a new use for it. I haven't yet decided whether I should be proud or horrified. Decision pending, stay tuned.

For her birthday in July, one of her little buddies gave her a lovely little mini armoire type thing. It came with nail polish, lipstick, and so on. Clearly all stuff that I would LOVE to have smeared on walls, bedspreads and furniture. Needless to say, Girl Spawn was under strict instructions that despite my great love and trust of her 6 year old abilities with nail polish, I think it might be better to keep them up high. Y'know...out of reach of her little brother right?

The other night as Hotty Hubby and I sat talking, the children played upstairs. I thought it unusual that there had been no screams of pain yet but figured it would eventually come. It usually comes fairly quickly. Sure enough, I was not disappointed.



Girl Spawn: "Oh my gosh! CJ! Are you ok?! Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! CJ?"


I looked at Hotty Hubby. "RUN!"


Hotty Hubby: "Breathe buddy...just breathe"


Girl Spawn: "I didn't do it! I swear!"

Silence...and then....a huge intake of breath, followed by an ear piercing scream from Boy Spawn. I hear Hotty Hubby asking the boy to squeeze his finger and just before I can comment about how now is NOT a good time to be doing fart jokes, I realise he said "squeeze" his finger. Testing for a broken arm? Interesting.

Seems Ash had decided that she desperately wanted the make-up. She desperately wanted it and she knew how she was going to get it. Send her brother up. That this would require him to climb not only the dresser but the shelves on top of that to get to the hidden treasure. It was as he climbed these shelves that he fell. About 4 feet down.

When asked why she didn't go get it down herself (because that would have been so much better) the darling child who so takes after her mother replied "It was too high and scary, I might have fallen".

Well. Of course. Silly me.

Boy Spawn did not, thankfully, break anything though he did come away with a bruised nose after hitting it on one of the million toys on his sister's floor. Yesterday when I noticed this bruise I commented that he had "really done a number on his nose!".

Ash promptly piped up - "Which number mommy?"

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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Blog Action Day 08 - Poverty.....It needs to end now!

I'm sure I'm not alone when I say that I have been known to sit on my couch and literally scream at the television. I'm not talking about screaming at the idiots who picked all the unfit, argumentative people on Survivor. I'm not talking about yelling at Carrie for actually going BACK to Mr Big AGAIN! No, I'm talking about watching things like the Stand Up 2 Cancer show with all those rich celebs sitting on the stage. I mean see the devastation that was left by Hurricane Katrina and her cohorts and wondering why more wasn't being done. I'm talking about seeing all those children sick and dying and not enough people helping them.I'm talking about hearing the news that Johnny Depp just got paid over $55 MILLION in advance for the next Pirates movie.

REALLY?!?! The economy in the US and all over the world is going down the drain, there are men, women and children dying of horrible illnesses and starvation not only in third world countries but right HERE at home, there are people quite literally freezing to death on city streets because they are so poor they can't afford somewhere to live and all our shelters are full. Some of those people are children. But by all means, pay the good looking guy $55 MILLION to do a stupid movie!

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy watching Johnny prance around in those pirate duds as much as the next person. But what does someone DO with that much money? What do these celebrities do with the millions of dollars that they get paid to do their movies and tv shows?

Having spent a good portion of my time yelling at the tv lately, this thought has been on my mind. When I was watching Stand Up 2 Cancer I was so happy to see Jack Black stand there and say something about if all those famous people just donated 2% of their earnings, we could find a cure. Yes, I'm sure we could, but we could feed entire nations too!

Remember those commercials that say "For just a dollar a day, you could feed this family and provide healthy drinking water for their whole town?"....it's TRUE!

I can't do much to convince the celebs that they don't need that 15th house or that 102nd luxury car, but maybe I can convince YOU. Maybe, just maybe I can convince you to do something about poverty.

Donate to your local food bank and help the people in your home town. Donate to one of the many charities that help internationally. Lobby your local politicians to DO something.

Today is Blog Action Day for 2008 and their cause is Poverty.

Spread the word, do your research, tell your friends. Together we CAN end poverty!!

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