Quote of the Week

“A vision without a plan is a hallucination”.

Anyone who knows me knows I am a huge planner.

Huge planner.

I get made fun of as I plan so much and often times, way ahead of time.

I also believe that “Hoping for the best is not a plan”.

So, why I may be criticized or poked fun of for being a planner, everyone around me seems to enjoy my “planning”.

I plan our meals once a month, and have them all written on the black board in the kitchen two weeks at a time.

I plan my work schedules at least 2-3 weeks in advance.

I plan birthday parties, holiday parties and celebrations weeks to months in advance.

I plan our vacations months to years in advance.

I plan our future savings, kid’s education, and retirement now.

When I say “I”, I have to say, I am the one who writes it all down, and the one who pushes the topic. But I do consult “all parties” in advance to know what “I” need to plan to achieve our mutual goals.

For example, a few years ago, we as a family discussed vacations we would like to take in the future. We talked about some weekend getaways, some summer vacations and then some HUGE “trip of a lifetime” kind of deals. We talked about it, and now I make the plan to try to accomplish them. So far, we are right on track.

For our retirement, Rob and I are constantly discussing what we would like to do. Yes, it is in the way future, but if you are planning properly, you need to start now!

Why plan?

Because without it, things often don’t happen.

Because planning allows you to have the peace of mind that what is really important to you is taken care of.

Because planning allows more spontaneity. You can be as spontaneous as you want because you don’t have to worry that the spontaneity is sacrificing something else.

Because planning builds traditions and routine, which is how people (especially kids) derive security.

Because planning can build anticipation for special things – which increases the overall enjoyment.

Because planning alleviates stress caused by last minute disasters.

Because planning makes sure everyone’s needs are considered.

Because planning may take time up front, but saves time later.

Because planning can make dreams – even big ones – possible.

All that being said, planning can also be flexible; you can change plans, make a new plan or throw a plan out the window. Planning does not lock you down to something you no longer want!

I think some people get scared to plan as they think it is “too planned”.

But, I love to plan. And will continue to do so.

That being said, life doesn’t always work out according to our plans.

But that’s ok, because I have a plan for that too,

Make a new plan based on the new circumstances.

See, planning works every time.

Stop hallucinating, and make your plan.

Acceptance

While continuing with my need to declutter, I approached my own bookshelf that houses the books that Rob and/or I have slated as “keepers”.

These are books that one of us hasn’t gotten around to reading but intend to, or have read and love so don’t want to part with, or are reference books that we want to re-read over and over.

Boy, I have some great books. I need to remind myself to go to my own bookshelf before heading out to the book store to buy new books to read!

I didn’t really part with any; I just sort of shuffled them around and picked them up and enjoyed reading a few short excerpts here and there and became inspired to read all these books in the next few weeks!

Out of one book, fell a cue card with an excerpt of another book I had read a few years ago (I guess I used it as a book mark). While I can’t remember the name of the book, I certainly remembered the excerpt.

It was lifechanging for me.

I had photocopied the excerpt, and made several copies on little cue cards and kept them in places where I could read them often.

I remember reading this excerpt for the first time and it was like it was speaking to me. I had been living the divorce hell for a couple of years and feeling like I was regaining control again. I was feeling a bit more empowered and was enjoying my time with my kids and with myself.

But I was still feeling quite angry, resentful and bitter. I figured I would just always feel this way, but could still enjoy my life anyway. The two were not related. Although I told myself that, I sort of knew that the two were very related. I could not be bitter and be happy at the same time. I needed to choose which emotion was going to take over.

Then I read this:

“Acceptance is a gutsy, life-affirming response to violation when the person who hurt you is unavailable or unrepentant. It asks nothing of anyone but you. Unlike Cheap Forgiveness or Refusing to Forgive it is based on a personal decision to take control of your pain, make sense of your injury, and carve out a relationship with the offender that works for you….You aren’t responsible for the harm that was done to you, but you are responsible for your recovery. In other words, your freedom lies not in protesting the unfairness of the violation or in getting the offender to care. Your freedom – perhaps your only freedom – is in deciding how to survive and transcend the injury. Don’t underestimate this freedom; it’s enormous. With it comes the power to decide how you’re going to live the rest of your life. As you take the task of healing into your own hands, you empower yourself and make peace with the past”.

Those words spoke to my soul and helped me to choose happiness.

At the time I read them, I had not met Rob,and I still had great contention with my ex-husband, so it wasn’t that things were hunky dorey. Things were hard. But, I decided that I needed to choose happiness, and with that, I needed to let go of my anger, resentfulness, and bitterness.

I’m not sure how it happened over the years, but somehow I got to that spot I never thought was possible. I know that I read that quote an unimaginable amount of times to feel inspired and remind myself of my goal of acceptance. I know that I had great conversations with people who listened and advised. I know I still cried and ate frootloops. I ran. I laughed. I cherished every moment with my little guys. I also know I did eventually have conversations with my ex-husband that brought closure. I was lucky that he also took responsibility and had the humility to talk freely with me. He also had the maturity, and good will to reach out and embrace Rob as the step father of his children, and respect the new family we were creating. Although I know I did all these things, I’m not sure what really “worked”. I just know I got there, somehow. And reading this quote had something to do with it.

I know that finding acceptance for everything that life throws you could feel pretty close to impossible, but I do know you have to (at least try)if you want to find peace and happiness.

I look at my client’s and everything they have to accept. While I firmly beleive: “Knowing that your neighbour’s cross is heavier, does not change the tangible weight of your own cross”, I still am very cognizant that some people’s challenges are pretty hard to accept. I often have have conversations with my client’s about whether they are the “victim” of their accident or the “survivor”.

A victim is a person who had a great life, but then got in an accident and their life was ruined. From that point on, everything is tainted by the accident and they are now victim to all the unfortunate sequelae.

A survivor is a person who had a great life, but then also got into an accident, ruining their life as they knew it. However, they forge ahead and create a new life, despite the accident. The accident becomes a pivotal moment, a change in direction, but their life does not stop there. Their life is absolutely different, they may mourn and grieve, but they are still able to find happiness.

The difference between the victim and the survivor, is acceptance.

Whether it is acceptance of a divorce, acceptance of an accident, acceptance of a death, illness, crisis or some other great – or small – loss, we need to be able to somehow find peace. Sometimes we need to figure out how to forgive: forgive others, forgive ourselves or forgive God…and sometimes forgiveness is really just through acceptance, and then putting one foot in front of the other and moving on to create a beautiful life.

My Little Runner

Yesterday was the City Finals in Cross Country.

It was the first time I got to go because it was the first time one of my kids made it that far!!

Josh came in 19th for first round as I talked about here.

He then came in 30th in the second round. I didn’t get to see this race:( I have never missed one of his races. He has gone on to second round every year, but then gets eliminated in second round. This year, I wasn’t able to make it, and of course, this was the year he qualified to continue on to City Finals. Sad to miss it (and have guilty mother complex) but so proud of him!

So yesterday was the BIG race.

It was at different location than he has ever been to, so the path he was running was unfamiliar. He was at least running with two other grade 3 boys.

They all lined up at the start line. It was freezing cold out (and wet, rainy and muddy) so at the last minute he decided he wanted to run with his hoody on. He looked a bit like a ninja, all dressed in black.

The horn went and he got off to a good start. Unfortunately, a boy beside him went running and must have stepped into a giant puddle that was more like a sinkhole! The kid looked like the field swallowed him up! The water splashed up on Josh a bit, and I saw him turn and look at this poor kid with some compassion; but it is a race, so he carried on.

I went over to where the finish line was and waited; praying for him to do well.

The first place little guy came in miles ahead of everyone else. The crowd cheered him on! Then everyone else started coming in. Having been to enough of these races, I know Josh would typically come in the top 1/3 of runners.

I waited and waited.

The runners kept running in.

Josh’s Dad was there with me, and both of us had our eyes peeled, but no Josh. We were a bit surprised.

Then we saw the last Bunny (there is a Bunny that guides them and a Bunny that herds them from behind) who was encouraging on the last runner.

“Oh no”, I thought. “I missed Josh coming in! I didn’t get a picture! I didn’t even see him!”. I felt so bad. His Dad and I decided to try to see if we could find him in the crowd.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little black blur and then heard his Dad say, “There he is”.

Off in the distance was my little ninja. Running his hardest.

(As he was coming closer)

My heart sank. My eyes welled up. Yes, I know it is only a grade 3 race, but to him, it was important. I knew coming in last would be devastating to him.

He kept running and I cheered him on. He crossed the finish line, turned to me and burst into tears, while clutching his crotch.

He explained that about halfway there was another tumble in the forest and a few kids toppled down, one of them hitting him hard in the “you know where”, which took his breath away. He got up, but was still winded, so waited until he caught his breath. By the time he was ready to go again, everyone had passed him and I guess the Bunny didn’t realize he was still there either.

But, he started to run again and gave it his all.

He collected his ribbon (7th one in 3 years he proudly told me later whejn he was feeling better) and was a sport and posed for some more pictures.

He went back to his teammates. They of course wanted to know what place he came in.

“Last” was what he answered with his eyes about to overflow with tears.

His coach came up to him and said, “That’s great!” and high fived him. I don’t think Josh bought the “That’s great” but then his coach went on to tell him that this race represented the top 7% of grade 3 boys in the whole city – so just making it to this round was a huge accomplishment!

Then other kind parents came up to him and congratulated him on finishing the race. He cheered up a bit; enough that he didn’t want to ride back with with me in my car, but to ride with his buddies in his friend’s car.

That night I got home from work and he was playing on the front path (as usual!). I asked him where he wanted to go for his celebratory dinner? He turned to me and said, “Mom. We’re celebrating me coming in LAST”??

I told him that coming in dead last was quite an accomplishment! Normally people come in close to last – but to be absolute last? That is special. That made him smile a bit.

We went out for dinner to a local diner that is one of his favorites and of course he had his favorite strawberry milkshake.

That night, when I tucked him in, I told him I had never been prouder of him. He looked surprised. “Even more than when I came in 7th place”? was his question.

I told him that like the poem I talked about here, what is important is to get up and finish that race!! He did that. Despite falling, despite knowing that he was going to be last, he got up and ran his hardest.

There is nothing that makes me prouder because I know that in life, we come in last way more than we come in first. We face so many obstacles that can bring us down, discourage us and make us want to give up. We must always do our best and get to that finish line. It doesn’t matter what place we come in in the end. Finishing is what counts. And finishing with such grace and class, even better (that in itself is another huge accomplishment for Josh since he really doesn’t like losing).

I kissed my little runner goodnight and know that this race will be the one he remembers throughout his life; the one he will likely tell his kids one day when they fall and feel discouraged. I hope Josh will remember this experience as a good memory and be filled with pride.

Because in this race, he was the winner.

Quote of the Week

“Listening is more than just waiting for your turn to talk”

We tried to talk about this one at FHE. Ironically, I’m not sure anyone was listening.

We did get a few, “Ohhhh…. I get it”.

Zach actually said, “Oh, I do that all the time! Like in class, when someone is asking a question, I’m not listening, but thinking of my own question”….

Don’t worry Zach, we all do it sometimes. We just don’t all so readily admit to doing it.

Hence why this quote is our quote of the week.

Let’s start listening to people’s feelings and hearts a bit more.

Decluttering

One thing I have learned about myself is that my surroundings really influence my state of mind.

I need organization.

Clutter stresses me out.

I feel anxious when everywhere I look, I see clutter.

I think I have passed this on to my kids too because I mentioned that this weekend we were decluttering the house and they were all into it.

So that was our mission.

With decluttering our environment, we are also able to focus on the things that matter most. This weekend was a great weekend for that. We cleaned shop, and got to spend some great quality time with each other (and of course, I want to document these little moments).

On Friday night, Rob took Gabe on a date. They went to the airport to watch planes land (and had some dinner too). Gabe is a fanatic right now about planes (and wants to be a pilot) and knows a lot about them. Rob loves them too. So it was a date from heaven. Rob used this time as a bit of an opportunity to have a heart to heart about “things that a 13 year old boy may have questions about”. Gabe came home and said, “So there we were, enjoying watching the planes, when all of a sudden Dad started talking about “you know what”!!! Pretty funny.

Zandra had a playdate and stayed over at her friend’s for dinner. That gave me and the Sam man a chance to go on a date for sushi (his choice). He chatted the entire time about the important stuff going on in his 6 year old life. Adorable.

Zandra came home from her playdate, and informed me she had opted out on a sleepover as she wanted to come home and hang with me. We had planned to start a new (to us) TV series together and I had just borrowed season 1. I was totally fine with her bailing on me to hang with her friend – but was happy to see she wanted to come back and spend that time together (see – it’s not all me the SMOM pushing myself on my skids:). So we had some popcorn and watched 2 episodes of Gilmore Girls.

The remainder of the weekend was just as productive. I went for a run and then breakfast with my girlfriend, finished off a long overdue report, did groceries, ran errands and did laundry. Rob took Sam to a birthday party, went to the boat to clear stuff out and cleaned some of the boat stuff for storage, and went and got some boxes for our declutter mission. The kids got all their homework done, played soccer and rugby (Zach got himself a ball so they had to try it out) and we went to church as usual. We even had a movie night with snacks and all and played a game of cards. Finally, Josh and I made dinner as it was his turn for the Surprise Sunday dinner: Chicken, Mushroom and Bacon Pie with wild rice and lentils, followed by pumpkin spice cupcakes with brown butter icing (they were so delicious – thanks Martha Stewart). That was in between the declutter mission. Phew. No wonder I’m now zonked.

We decluttered like crazy. Every room. The kids were sports about giving away things they really don’t use anymore. I know sometimes it’s hard – but it feels so good to have space! It’s like our house can breathe again.

Decluttering also makes you realize how much stuff we accumulate, but how little of it is really meaningful. I kept telling the kids “Pretend we are moving and this is the only stuff you want to take”. Then I usually suggested half of what they wanted! When they really asked themselves the question “When was the last time I used this” it was usually quite easy to figure out. It also helped them rediscover things they had forgotten! They rebuilt some broken toys, and started playing with “lost” things they had found.

At the end of the weekend the house felt cleaner and everyone felt better. Maybe they just felt better because I felt better, and when the Mama is happy, all the cubs are happy.

Clarification

One of the things I love about my BFF is that she loves to play devil’s advocate and loves to challenge my thoughts and broaden my perspectives. Sometime when she plays devil’s advocate, I do shift my perspective. Sometimes, it only solidifies my perspective. And sometimes our discussion shows the need for more clarification.

This morning we had a chat about the whole Smom role. We have always shared our perspectives and views on mothering together – and since I’ve become a Smom, I’ve found her advice to be invaluable as she is pretty good at taking the opposite perspectives to help me be more deliberate – in being a Mom and a Smom.

This morning however, she suggested that I need to clarify some “circumstantial” stuff to help make sense of my role as Smom and the challenges with everything surrounding it.

I thought about it, and it is true, there are a couple of key points that fuel my perspectives on how I choose to mother and s-mother.

And some clarification may be needed around how I came to be a Smom too – since that influences my perspectives as well.

So, here goes:

1. You may think that given how much my skid’s Mom dislikes me, that I must have been the cause of the decline of their (my husband’s and her) marriage.

Not so.

Interestingly, I had heard about Rob and the messy demise of his marriage which led to his divorce through my best friend’s sister’s best friend’s neightbor. Make sense?

It was quite the story. When I did meet him, I had no idea that he was “the unfortunate husband” I had heard about.

On our second date, we swapped stories. I felt pretty strongly about not dating anybody who was the “leaver” , or anybody who was a “cheater”, so I wanted the goods up front. We both shared our stories – both being the “leavee” or “dumpee”…which often leads people to ask “what is “wrong” with them if they are the losers that are left”? Needless to say, my perspective is often there is nothing “wrong” with the leavee or the dumpee per se… ironically, my concern has always been about the leaver or dumper…if they can do it to someone else, they can do it to you too.

Back to my original point…. I just wanted to clarify the “role” I am in, and the fact that the daggers coming after me don’t have anything to do with any leftover jealousy of me being the “other” woman in the breakup of their marriage.

2. About the “leaver” vs “leavee” or “dumper” vs “dumpee”….

Regardless of who left whom and the reasons behind everything, both people in a marriage are responsible for their own behaviour. There really are two sides to every story, and there really needs to be accountability from both people. That being said, I think there is unresolved pain on both sides. I had always thought that the leavee suffered the most (and often in some cases it is true). However, one of my best girlfriends could be classified as a “leaver” and I can see her pain – from a very different perspective though. I see how she struggles with feeling like her husband didn’t really fight for her, didn’t really stick up for their relationship; perhaps didn’t love her in the way she needed or deserved. So despite being the “leaver”, she harbours a lot of resentment and has some anger still to contend with. Then you layer on some guilt…Leavers do have to deal with their stuff too at some point, so that could explain some displaced hostility.

I remember my dear and very wise aunt visiting me in the midst of my divorce. On her way out the door, she turned and told me that “women like me” (which I interpreted as being “the leavee” who was devastated but trying to pull it together and forge ahead to not let my marriage break down completely take over) always end up coming out ok.

And now I would argue, sometimes they come out better.

But, it took a lot of work. I’m not ashamed to say that I had a rough couple of years, but got myself some good counselling, had amazing and supportive girlfriends, turned to my Mom a lot for help, and relied on my family and faith.

The reason I bring this whole thing up, is perhaps some can say that my comfort in being a Smom or having my kids have a Smom must be because I was the “leaver” and created this whole situation to start with.

Again, not so.

I was the leavee – and like every leavee, at some point you have to take reponsibility and move on. Forgive. Forgiveness is not about letting the other person off the hook, or absolving them of anything. It doesn’t make what someone else did ok. It just allows you to accept what happened and move forward from there. It took me a long time to come to this place. Trust me.

3. The third piece that I think helps define my view of being a Smom and the role I have chosen to play as a Smom, is my belief in free agency and consequences.

I love the analogy about picking up a pencil: You can choose what pencil you would like to pick up, but once you pick up one end, the other end automatically comes with it.

We all have the free agency to make decisions and choices for ourselves. However, you can not choose the consequences that come along with those choices. Sometimes there are natural consequences and sometimes consequences are imposed on us by others. The point is, there are consequences to all our choices.

How does this relate to being a Smom? Well, it more relates to getting divorced.

When there is a break down of a marriage, there is an inevitable fall out. There are consequences. One might like to control the consequences, or pick and choose the consequences, or select certain consequences for ourselves and different ones for others, but we can’t do that. Unfortunately as well, our children have to live with the consequences of our actions.

When a divorce happens, the natural fall out is that you lose time with your children. Often 50% of the time. They will now spend half their lives without you. Harsh, I know. But that is the reality – whether you are the leaver or the leavee. They will spend that time with their other parent and that other parent will (hopefully) move on and you have no control over who they move on with. You can try to stake your claim, and kick up a fight, but essentiallly, you are powerless. You can only hope that while your children are not with you for that 50% of the time, that they are loved, well taken care of, and enjoying life. If those are the fallout consequences of your decision to divorce, then you are seriously blessed.

And yes, of course YOU are still the parent. No one can take that away from you. You are still the biological parent, the one that holds their past, can retell their birth stories, and have that incredible blood bond. BUT, you do now have to share their present and their future in many ways, whether you like it or not.

4. Which leads me to my last point.

It’s not about YOU. It’s about the children.

I think as mothers we tend to be pretty territorial. They are MY children. You have no right to sign their tests, or attend their curriculum nights, or attend their recitals, their games, their lessons on MY days. Step away all Smoms, these are MY kids.

I’m sorry. Did I miss something? Is it all about YOU?

Is a Smom’s mission in life to get under the skin of her husband’s ex/her skid’s mother? Does she sit and only pretend to love/like/have a relationship with her skids because she knows it bugs their mother??

What about the amazing idea that the Smom and Skid actually have a relationship? That the Smom wants to do things for the skid? That perhaps even (gasp) the Skid wants the Smom there, or to do something, or to support them?

Don’t forget as divorced parents, we move on and create our new life, with our new partner (hopefully), and create one new world to live in.

But for our children/skids, they actually have to build two lives in two homes, and somehow try to amalgamate one family in these two realities. Perhaps they want to be able to be happy in two homes. Perhaps they want to feel loved in both homes. Perhaps they are happy and loved…and it doesn’t detract or take away from their love of the other home or parent. Why not allow them to have these feelings?

We have had many conversations with our kids/skids about the kind of family environment/culture we wanted to create when we first merged, and as we continue to blend. The vote has always been unanimous.

We decided that we are one team; two captains, managing the same team when we are on our playing field. In our home, we are the “parents”. Many families choose to merge with “you take care of your team, and I’ll take care of mine”. We chose not to do it that way, and have never looked back because it is working for us. People do different things. There are many different “right” paths to go down. Different does not mean “wrong”. My job is to ensure that the path we have chosen for our individual family is the right one for us.

So, I think that sheds a little bit more perspective on my mothering and s-mothering….

Quote of the Week

“He who has a why to live can bear almost any how“.
– Nietzsche

Rob came up with this one this week….so he is doing a guest post! Love this man!!!:

“I have to admit I got this off of one of those sites (actually called brainyquotes.com!!).

So what can we get from Nietzsche the man who declared God is Dead!?! Well actually our quote of the week is really revealing of his great faith and desire for eternal meaning. Indeed it is most ironic that only someone of great faith and belief in a higher power could make such a statement about God.

It is interesting to see how as we explore our own issues from family to relationships to faith, we circle back to so many of the fundamentals. I don’t how many times we all see that on one’s death bed the most important “why” to living comes out. Moreover, how many times do we see people dragging themselves around depressed about money or gossip or something even more serious and all but giving up on life? This is not to say that any of those things are easy to endure! On the contrary they can really suck. They can really hurt. They can in fact leave you hungry and sick and tired! So when I read Nietzsche’s “God is Dead” proclamation and more recently our quote of the week, it struck me how he was not writing people and the world off, but rather lamenting the loss of something wonderful, a widely accepted and lived moral code, a “why” that leads to enduring the “how” and makes us carry on, pick ourselves up and believe and hope for things to get better.

It is enduring the “how” that so challenges us day in day out and demands that we teach our kids and each other the “why”. How do you get through things from the small disappointment about a bad mark in school, to a failed business deal to a disappointing result with a patient/client to the really big ones like the loss of a loved one, the loss of a job, or the loss of security? I think it only gets a little easier as we mature and are able to define the “why”. I know for me the why is my wonderful marriage, the smile on our kids’ faces, the belief that there is a higher meaning in life that connects the here and now with the future and beyond (even after death). Being able to stitch these things together under the framework of this last point, that is life is not an open and shut case of “use it and lose it”, is what we all need to strive to do. It’s easier as we get older and wiser but it is so worth teaching to our children as soon as we can. And reinforce it”.

Thanksgiving

I can’t let Thanksgiving go by without sharing some of the things I am grateful for.

Today we have no children around. It’s weird being Thanksgiving Sunday and it just being Rob and me. However, we are getting used to doing holidays a la “CDF style” and for Thanksgiving it means having kids schedules all over the place, but collecting everyone on the Monday night. We then have one of my best girlfriends and her kids over, as well as one of Rob’s best buds for a little festivity. It’s our own unique version of Thanksgiving. And I have to say, I love it.

This tradition (Of course! Everything I do I turn into a tradition!!) started 4 years ago. I was single, and had just met Rob. Having just Zach and Josh around to celebrate, I wasn’t too keen on cooking a turkey. Andrea (one of my dear best girlfriends) invited me to join her family and a few friends for Thanksgiving dinner. I quickly accepted, grateful for the mothering she always gave me.

Since I was only recently dating Rob, I didn’t expect to do any celebrating with him. But, when I found out he was going to be alone, I felt bad and mentioned it to Andrea. She was hesitant at first (“Really? Thanksgiving? So soon??”), but quickly said to invite him over too. However, the next day, he found out that he actually DID have the kids (he was still in crazy divorce stage)…Andrea, being the hostess with the mostess, quickly invited everyone over (while shaking her head I’m sure).

What Rob didn’t know, is that for many things I am very punctual, but often for social things, I am fashionably late. He, on the other hand, is super punctual, all the time. He showed up at Andrea’s, 3 kids in tow, perfectly on time, with no one (ie. me ) there. Andrea went to the door, and saw this strange man arriving for Thanksgiving dinner…. Luckily she is the queen of making people feel at home, and all was good and I finally arrived.

We met each other’s children for the first time – of course we were “just friends”. I think his kids secretly hoped he had a thing going with Andrea as she was super duper cool!! That was the first Thanksgiving of the rest of our lives (ahhh)….Shortly after (1 day to be exact) was when Rob professed his love to me (just to embarrass him…he had fallen crazy in love with me). Of course, I felt exactly the same way, and the rest is history. There was no looking back….

So Thanksgiving is a pretty special memory and anniversary time for us. It’s sort of special that we often have a day to ourselves before getting everyone back and celebrating – with Andrea no less (who since has gone through her own divorce).

This weekend I wasn’t feeling particularily great (getting a cold) so had a good chance to lounge around and do some reading. I have expressed my challenges with being a Stepmom before, and so spent some time reading about stepmothering, blending families etc. It has been so comforting to read other people’s experiences and know that what I experience is normal. What has been so eye opening however is how many struggle with stepmothering because of the lack of support they get from their husbands…. For me, it is the opposite. I get so much support. I am so blessed to have a husband that supports me in every way possible: as a wife, as a Mom, as a Smom, as a friend, as a career woman, a daughter, a sister and a crazy lady! He is always there for me, and I realize has made our journey together – as a new couple, and as parents, so much smoother and enjoyable than it often is for many. At the same time, he is a tremendous father and stepfather (the skeptical might say he only can support me as a Smom because he must take sides with me over his own children – we’ve seen that seed planted already) – but he is able to make everyone feel the kind of special they need, and deserve to feel. He has his priorities right, and his heart is always in the best place. I love this man with all my heart.

I am incredibly blessed to have Zach and Josh. They bring me so much joy and happiness. I can not imagine my life without them. Even when they drive me absolutely crazy (which they do!) my life would not be complete without them.

I am also honoured by the opportunity I have to be in the lives of Gabe, Zandra and Sam. Our relationship is a special one. While society (and others out to get us), may try to belittle our relationship, I do hope they always know how special they are to me and I can not imagine my life without them in it too.

I said to Rob this morning, despite our many challenges because of our “divorced” lives, and our “blended status”, I really think that we were meant to be a blended family. We are in exactly the spot that we were meant to be in at this time. For feeling this way, I am especially grateful.

Of course, I could not let my gratitude list be complete without expressing my love and appreciation to my extended family. I am surrounded by a family that fully accepts all of us. My mother, from the moment she met Rob, embraced him and his children without hesitation. My extended family (and I mean everyone – sister, brother, sis-in-law, neices, nephews, aunts, uncles, cousins, first cousins once removed…you get the picture!!!) did exactly the same…that is the biggest gift they could have given me (and Rob) and then given any child who has suffered the pains of divorce. For that, I am so grateful for their unwavering support and love.

Last but not least, I am so grateful for my friends. My friends really are my family too. I have been ever so blessed with friends who have been able to walk down many different paths with me. I am blessed to have honest friends who will not just tell me what they think I want to hear, but will tell me what they really think. I am grateful that they push me, confront me, and get in my face. At the same time, they cry with me, comfort me and pick me up when I go to pieces. My world would not be the same without these special women in my life. Each one contributes to my life in a beautiful and unique way – and I am blessed to have them in my life.

Finally, I am so blessed to hold strong to my faith, and to have a belief in something greater; a belief that we all have purpose here on earth, that our families are sacred and eternal, and that we never walk alone – even when we feel alone. This faith allows me to know that my own father is watching over me and my family and we will one day meet again.

Happy Thanksgiving:)

Cross Country

Every year for the past 5 years I have attended the kid’s Cross Country Meet.

It is usually a fun day – waiting with them at the start line, giving them pep talks, then cheering them on as they start, and the biggest cheer when they finish. And that is the whole point…to finish. It actually is a hard race : they start running on the beach, and then make their way to the boardwalk. It is very cool to watch all these kids take off from the finish line together and then cheer them all on.

Zandra, Josh and Sam competed this year. Zach decided to skip this year. It was a great day. This year Rob was away so I was taking pictures and texting him to tell him how everyone did.

Here are a few pics:

Josh came in 19th place (of about 250) so he will continue on to the next round.

We were so proud of how everyone did and the effort they put in. Great job guys!

Candy/Chocolate Posters

I do love traditions, but I think I have created a monster.

Or five of them.

Josh is a February baby. For his 8th birthday this past year, he didn’t know what he wanted since we had just had Christmas. He asked for an “I owe you gift card” from us so he could wait until he wanted something in particular. He had already received a hockey jersey and another soccer shirt from his (sets of) grandparents, so didn’t know what he wanted from us (of course later on in the year he just wanted another soccer jersey). I felt bad giving him nothing, so I made a cute little coupon for him to trade in for a gift at any time and I made him giant “Candy/Chocolate Poster”.

I had done one of these posters years ago for my sister when I was a teenager, and I figured it would be a hit. I know it’s actually not politically correct in the age of “no sugar, everything healthy”, so to some I’m sure I was a terrible Mom.

To Josh, I rocked.

He was thrilled. And I mean THRILLED. He carefully selected a chocolate every couple of days and it lasted quite a while (which is amazing for him -he inhales stuff he likes). He told me it was the best birthday gift he ever received!

Obviously, all the other kids said they wanted one for their birthdays too.

But of course, as I said, I am a terrible Mom/Smom.

I totally forgot! No one else got one.

Now, I could just say Josh got one because he is my favorite child. They’ve all heard that line before. However, they all remembered about 6 weeks ago that they had been “ripped off”. And since they all know THEY are my favorite child, THEY all expected one. Otherwise, it is not fair (and they all know how I feel about fairness). Remember CDF: Charity, Determination and Fairness.

So the past 6 weeks, I have been making candy/chocolate posters (one at a time so they all have the chance to be “special” ) and sneaking them into their rooms when they are asleep or away so that they have a surprise waiting for them.

Zach was first:

Then Gabe:

I started getting more creative and used more varities of candy and not just chocolate (Josh informs me he somehow got ripped off because he likes candy better than chocolate and his poster was all chocolate. Cry me a river).

The other night at FHE, Sam was conducting. We were reviewing “family business”: dicussing Rob’s upcoming business trip, who had what activity when, who had tests etc.,when right at the end, Sam put his hands on his hips, turned to me and said “And when am I getting my choocolate card”? It was very cute.

He also was sooooo happy to get it (the next day:)

Zandra was the last one to receieve it. Better late than never!

Now I’m safe until the next birthday – which is full circle to Josh.

So another tradition has been born. I’m sure the kids are NOT going to let this one get away.

Tonight, Josh turned to me and asked me if I was going to make a candy/chocolate poster for Rob. I said I wasn’t sure, but that he would probably like it.

Josh then sweetly said, “He should make one for you. You deserve it”.

Melt my heart. That’s all the candy I need.