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I’m Going to Mindy Kaling This Bitch (& Why You Should, Too)

Today was a terrifying day.  I went to my first book signing today at the local library in the middle of a monsoon.

Thankfully, my friend Harmony Hobbs from Modern Mommy Madness also had an anthology come out this week as well (I Still Just Want to Pee Alone).  So, we were able to share a table, share everything and basically hold each others’ hand throughout our first experience signing books.  I think the plan was to also hold each others hair back if the nerves got too bad and we threw up.

The funny thing was that WE WERE BOTH TERRIFIED.  We were texting each other this morning and here is a photo of our conversation:

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Yes, Mindy Kaling is my spirit animal, and she should be yours, too.   And yes, I did say, “I’m going to Mindy Kaling this bitch.”  I think that sums up the way I approach a lot of things.  So then all of this happened:

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I don’t have a better picture of the table with all of the books, but I SOLD OUT OF ALL OF MY COPIES.  Shit just got real, ya’ll.

So, a huge thanks for all of the love and good vibes everyone has sent to me, I appreciate it!  Now, go put on some lip gloss and Mindy Kaling whatever you need the courage for!

 

1000 Voices for Compassion

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I’m part of a group of bloggers/writers that are participating in 1000 Voices for Compassion. This is a movement to flood the internet with all things positive and good, with everyone publishing on the same day — today.

It’s hard for me to think about compassion without immediately thinking about anger. I think most time people would call me a compassionate person in general, and I can say that about most people I know. But, that’s really just a general statement. When I think about the moments that compassion matters most, it’s when you are angry, because let’s face it — compassion can be hard.

Think about the people and moments that anger you the most, the ones that you have perceived have wronged you in some way, shape or form. Instead of being angry (which maybe the complete and utter appropriate response), try to come from a place of empathy and try to physically think about what they are feeling and how they are interpreting the situation.   Anger is reactive, but compassion is pro-active, which, if practiced enough, can become your default reaction.

I think about years ago, in my childhood when I would be intolerable and I perceived unlovable, but that was a response to the abuse I was enduring. What I needed was someone to stop and ask me what was really wrong, because the truth was that I was angry.

I think about that when parenting two young children, and when they fight, to teach them to talk about how the other one feels, because compassionate starts in anger.

I think about the last time I was at the hospital snack shop, and the lady in front of me who chewed out the cashier. The cashier smiled and tried to brush off the mean words. She knew, she told me, that lady probably needed a hug and was visiting a sick family member and was angry that her loved one could not be made well.

So, in doing and observing in my very short life, I try to remember to be compassionate in moments of strife, anger and irritation. It can be difficult and some people are not willing to try to see your point of view. Be compassionate anyway. People will be mean, you will continue to get hurt, and your loved ones will be hurt. Be compassionate anyway. At their very core, people want to be heard, and they want to be seen. Acknowledge this, and you’ve taken your first step.

Turning My Biggest Parenting Regret into a New Year’s Resolution

Our children are seven and ten. We blinked, and they went from screaming newborns, to full-fledged young men. I’ve spent the better part of the last year replaying the last ten years in my mind, wondering where the time went, and unexpectedly, I’m filled with regret.

Let me explain. Our first child was born and when he was ten months, the pediatrician told me he had speech delays. Suddenly, the colicky child who wouldn’t speak, but only threw tantrums, began to give me cause for concern. You know how it is with the first born— you worry all.the.damn.time. Add a developmental delay and it abruptly multiplies. We moved around his first birthday, began building a house and trying to have another baby. Which, if you haven’t done any of those things, it’s pretty dang stressful. During these years, I started taking our son to therapies, speech and occupational, with little movement on the speech. Suddenly, he was seeing doctors for these delays, and having tests run—more worry.

People will tell you if you are in this position, that your kid will grow out of it, that something will suddenly ‘click’ and everything will magically be okay. Until it’s not. When you know in your gut, regardless of what anyone tells you, that something is not right with your child. You just know.

Then, the day came, I was carrying our six month old son and coaxing our oldest into a doctors’ office for a third opinion. But, we knew: he is autistic. That night, after putting the children to bed, I crawled into the bath and cried. I cried because of the unknown. Would he be okay? Would he grow up to be happy? Five years later, we got the same diagnosis for our youngest child, I crawled back into that same bath tub, and cried again. Not because of the unknown, but because of the known. I knew how hard it was going to be, I was years into living with another child with similar issues.

Years of therapy and worry consumed me and our lives, and looking back, revolved around those schedules. I would tell myself, ‘if he can just do this’ for each milestone. And when they would reach a milestone, I moved onto the next ‘if he can just do this’ milestone. It’s a vicious cycle.

And then I woke up about six months ago and realized that in my attempt to get them to that next milestone, I’ve missed out on the moments in the present. All of the laughter, joy, smiles, and snuggles were overshadowed by worry. All of the magic moments, gone in the blink of an eye.

We visit the beach often, and it does wonder for the boys. I took this picture and I realized when looking at it later that day that I had captured it: the magic moment of a milestone of them loving being children. No therapies, no therapists, no doctors, just them and the great big ocean with towels that acted as superhero capes. This was one of those moments I was in danger of missing, but I realized it before it was too late.

So this year, I am taking my biggest regret, not living in the present with our children, and making it my New Year’s Resolution. I will live in the present and try to never miss another magical moment of their fleeting childhood due to worry.

Cheers to 2015.

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