Tag: momlife

Dear Daughter, you cannot be anything you want to be.

Dear Daughter,

You cannot be anything you want to be, although you can be a lot more of who you already are. When I think about this concept, I can just imagine a little girl about 5 or 6 looking up at her mother or father and the parent lovingly looking back and saying “My sweet, brave girl, you can be anything you want to be when you grow up.” As encouraging and uplifting as this may sound, we as parents forget to also tell you that it’s going to be hard, really freaking hard. My girl, you can do anything you want to do, but that does not mean it will happen and that does not mean that it will be easy. So, I will tell you this: Live a life driven by curiosity, not fear.

They say when a person gambles they either play to win or they play not to lose. When you play not to lose, you play safe. You don’t take risks or try new things. You stick to what you know with the sole intention of avoiding defeat. Whatever it is that you attempt to do, I want you to play to win; and don’t get delusional, you will not always win. It’s not about the end result or getting the trophy that makes you a winner, it’s the journey and the courage it took to engage with all of your heart. And I’m not talking about getting participation awards for trying. Defeat must be accepted, but accept it as an opportunity for growth, not a stop sign. Trust me, win or lose, you will have learned something new along the way. Break free from the boundaries you hide behind, because if you play it safe, you will never grow.

A perfect example of growing outside of your boundaries is a crustacean. Think of Sebastian from The Little Mermaid. Throughout Sebastian’s life (ok pretend he is real) he has experienced intermediate growth and had to spend much time preparing for it. Unlike humans, a crustaceans’ protective barrier to the world, their shell, does not grow with them. They must literally shed their entire shell and make a new one, all the while being exposed to the harsh elements just to grow a little bigger. Over Sebastian’s lifetime, he had likely outgrown his shell, also called molting, about 20 times. He would absorb the seawater around him in order to expand his soft body under his shell, which in return would crack his outer shell just so, and then he would climb right out of it. Imagine having to break free from your comfortable confinements, be exposed without protection, and then have to slowly grow a new shell to accommodate your growth. Well, that’s exactly what I want you to do. Don’t get comfortable in your “shell” and be willing to expose yourself, because the only way you can grow is to not be afraid to fail.

And lastly, here’s a little secret, fear is boring. We all have fear and all it is telling us to do is to stop. Your brain is trying to protect you from what it feels is a threat. And don’t get me wrong, a good dose of fear is always good and is also referred to as common sense. We can generally identify which fears are legitimate and which fears are as useless as the monster that lives under your bed. Fear is not original. We share so many of the same fears and for what? How are those fears working out for you? If your fear is keeping you alive, like not running across a busy freeway, then yes, let’s keep that one. But if you are afraid of speaking up about your ideas because of the potential criticism, well that is just not helpful. That fear is not saving you from you anything. It’s doing the exact opposite, its keeping you back from expressing yourself. If your fear is not helping you, drop it in the trash can on your way out.

Be curious, play to win and expect to lose, and ditch those useless fears. And then sweet girl, you can attempt whatever your brave little heart sets its mind to!

With all my love,

Mom

Identity Theft

They call me mom, they call me wifey, they call me sis, that’s not my name, that’s not my name!! (If you weren’t born in the 80’s or 90’s than you may want to google the song by Avril Lavigne, That’s Not My Name; then maybe my first sentence will seem clever, or not, whatever). We live in an era where women are more than they were ever before. Many of us are not only wives, but we are moms, working professionals, volunteers, and one of the many other hats we choose to wear. We have to-do lists that are never-ending; kind of like the laundry and toys that are inevitably strewn across the floor. And by god, if I step on one more Lego, I am throwing them all in a fire pit and watching them burn! But lets get real, all of those Legos cost an arm and a leg, so that is just one of my signature empty threats; damn I need to get better at follow through. Anyhow, by the end of our days, we are truly exhausted; mentally and physically. Why are we doing this to ourselves? That’s right, I said it, we are doing it to ourselves!

 

We literally introduce ourselves as “so-and-so’s wife” or “Jonny’s mom”. What the hell?! I have a name, and not only a name, but a lot of awesomeness behind it! I had this epiphany after my first born when she was about two years old. Granted I was only 20, but I remember thinking that I knew I was a wife, Paris’ mom, and co-owner of a local business we had in California, although I truly could not grasp anything beyond that. I had no hobbies, no additional interests, or anything else I could grasp onto to express myself. It was like having a mini mid-life crisis. Instead of considering my married life, my child, and my business, components of what made up me, it was literally the only thing I was. And this was my fault. And don’t get me wrong, I love being a wife and a mother, but I was so much more, I just didn’t know it yet.

 

The best advice I ever received was from a marriage counselor that my husband and I had been going to for a while. And yes, you will hear me reference counselors and therapists quiet often, as we have no shame in admitting that! I remember my husband telling our therapist how supportive I was in his hobbies (aka dirtbikes) and how much time and effort I put into him and his passions. She looked at me and asked this simple question, “So Catherine, what are your hobbies, what do you like to do?” I was dumb struck! Ummmm…I thought, laundry, cooking, cleaning…oh hell, I have nothing!! I had been putting blame on my husband for taking so much of my time, although in reality, I really had nothing else better to do with it! Wow, this was one of those moments when I thought to myself, “Who are you?!”

 

And don’t take me wrong, by no means do I think I have my shit together, but if that same therapist were to ask me that question today, oh lord would she get an earful!! I love to hike, I love all and any DIY projects, I love to cook, oh… and I love wine! If I can pass on any advice, it is to embrace your roles as a wife, mother, sister, etc, although separate your roles from your interests and passions. Balance the scales between your duties and your pleasures.