Fiercely convicted at the age of three: my first memory

30 Day Blog Challenge topic: Your earliest memory

Candace of Name Your Tune inspired this post when she posed the following on her Facebook page:

Ladies, when you got married, did you take your husband’s last name? Was it an easy decision or were you torn? Was it hard for you? I would love to hear about it.

It just so happens that one of my first memories is about this very topic. The answers to Candace’s questions (and others before it) are fascinating. So many perspectives and so many reasons. I have always known that if and when I got married, I’d keep my last name. It has never been up for debate.

I remember clearly the first time I had a conversation on this topic. I was about three years old and was shopping with my mom and my paternal grandmother. I’m not sure how the conversation started, but that was the day I learned that my grandmother had had her married name longer than her birth name. I was scandalized and responded with:

“No man is gonna take my name away from ME!”

Yup. I was three. Fiercely convicted. To a fault, perhaps.

My decision has never wavered and it won’t. That is why both my kids have my last name as their middle names.

The interesting thing about this story is that after doing some research tonight, I realized that my grandmother never legally had my grandfathers name. Being from Quebec, she had to assume her husband’s name. It was the same for my mom. It was a technicality more than anything, but it blew my mind a little that at the time of her death, she was still a Williamson.

A day in the life…

30 Day Blog Challenge topic: Bullet your whole day

People have asked me what I do all day. For the most part, I am a stay-at-home mom. I do occasional freelance work, but between contracts, it doesn’t occupy much time. So what do I do all day? Honestly, I am just as curious as some who have asked. Usually when people ask me, I sit in stunned silence because a) it’s kinda rude b) I don’t really know.

When I saw that the 30 Blog Challenge called for this post, I embraced it. Fair warning, it’s a detailed account of my day. Once I started taking note of my day, minute by minute, I started to wonder what it would reveal.

Here is a peek into what an average 24 hours looks like in my house.

12:00 am

  • Attempt to go to bed.

12:02 am

  • Em wakes up.

12:55 am

  • Finally get Em to sleep.

1:05 am

  • Settle in for the night.

1:23 am

  • Q wakes up.

1:43 am

  • Settle back into bed.

2:48 am

  • Em wakes up. Nurse Em.

3:55 am

  • Wake up to go to the bathroom.

5:05 am

  • Em wakes up itchy. Rub her head.

5:55 am

  • Nurse Em.

7:08 am

  • Realize with horror that the alarm will go off in 22 minutes.

7:30 am

  • 22 minutes later.

7:37 am

  • Go to wake Q and discover he’s wet the bed.

7:38 am

  • Em wakes up.

7:40 am

  • Get Q dressed for preschool.
  • Get Q breakfast.
  • Nurse Em.
  • Change Em’s diaper and realize it leaked. Change her clothes.
  • Make some caffeinated dirty water.
  • Gather change of clothes, shoes, mitts, etc., for preschool.
  • Throw on yoga pants and hoodie.
  • Check Mr. T’s car for snow pants and backpack.
  • Realize that Q’s snow pants and backpack were left at his cousins’ house.
  • Accept that I’ll be that mom who sends her kid to preschool, ill-prepared.
  • Organize and take out two weeks worth of recycling.
  • Feed Em.
  • Bundle Em up and put her in her car seat.
  • Brush my teeth.
  • Nag Q about his jacket and boots.

8:35 am

  • Leave the house.

8:45 am

  • Arrive at preschool (am reassured that preschool has extra snow pants).

9:00 am

  • Get home.
  • Sit down for a few minutes with (hour old) coffee and jot down morning.
  • Facebook while Em sleeps.

9:44 am

  • Jump in the shower.

9:56 am

  • Get dressed.
  • Put kids’ clothes away.
  • Strip Q’s bed.
  • Start a load of laundry.

10:05 am

  • Respond to a bunch of text messages.
  • Make call for work.

10:17 am

  • Fold laundry in front of the TV.

10:34 am

  • Get ready to run errands and pick up Q.
  • Switch laundry.
  • Update bullets.

10:46 am

  • Leave house.
  • Go to drugstore and bank.

11:15 am

  • Pick up Q.

11:25 am

  • Get home.

11:27 am

  • Bathe Em and do her skin care regimen.

11:45 am

  • Feed Em and Q.
  • Nurse Em.
  • Eat lunch.

12:30 pm

  • Deal with temper tantrum.
  • Make Q’s bed.
  • Start Q’s quiet time.

12:40 pm

  • Update bullets with Em on my lap.

12:45 pm

  • Turn on webcam for Em (it’s the new “mirror”).

    webcam!

1:10 pm

  • Put Em down for a nap.
  • Sit still in the quiet for 20 minutes. Breathe.

1:30 pm

  • Clean bathroom.
  • Tidy and sweep kitchen.

2:00 pm

  • Q finishes quiet time.
  • Tidy living room while Q watches a show.
  • Make Q a snack.
  • Sweep front hall.
  • Take garbage to the garage.

2:30 pm

  • Update bullets.
  • Cuddle with Q for a quick minute.
  • Help Q pick up his toys.

2:57 pm

  • Em wakes up.
  • Cuddle Em.
  • Play with Q.
  • Update bullets.

3:30

  • Get Em a snack.
  • Sit on the floor and play.
  • Fight fatigue.

3:53

  • Nurse Em.
  • Check Facebook.
  • Play with kids.

4:58

  • Tidy front hall.
  • Mr. T is bringing home dinner!!
  • Tidy living room again.
  • Put away groceries Mr. T brought home.
  • Watch Q and Em play together.
  • Update bullets.
  • Read this blog post and relate, considering my chosen exercise for the day.

5:34

  • Eat!

6:20

  • Go upstairs to lay down. Finally.

7:02

  • Come down to inconsolable Em.
  • Nurse Em.
  • Bathe Em and do skin care regimen.

7:30 pm

  • Put Em to bed.

7:50 pm

  • Mr. T takes Q to bed.
  • Unload and load dishwasher.

8:00 pm

  • Veg in front of the TV.
  • Check Facebook and Pinterest.

This was an interesting exercise for me because we don’t really pay attention to clock time in our house. In fact, most of the clocks in our house are wrong. Unless we have somewhere to be at a certain time, I hardly ever look at a clock. We don’t have a rigid schedule, but as I look at our day, I realize that we do have a definite routine that happens at roughly the same time every day.

I also realized that almost every minute of my day is accounted for. As much as I think I sit around, idly, I realize that when I am sitting, I am nursing Em, or entertaining her, or eating. I am not idle. I think if I was actually idle, I’d crash. If I sit too long, I might pass out.

The other thing I noticed is that it doesn’t take me near as long to do things as I would have guessed. I can do far more in 10 minutes than I would have given myself credit for. I’d expect that my house would be tidier after cleaning that much in a day, though. I wouldn’t even say it’s company ready. Sigh.

unadulterated

Today as I was driving, I tuned into the easy listening station. You know, the one that starts playing Christmas songs at the beginning of November. I turn to it every once in awhile with the hopes of catching a song from my youth. Today, I was not disappointed. Lo and behold, after the commercial about the monster truck rally, Kenny Loggins’ Footloose came on.

Immediately, I was taken back to a childhood friend’s home. We were jumping on the trampoline screaming “burning urine” at the top of our lungs. As I listened, I wondered why her mother never corrected us. Suddenly, it dawned on me that she probably never knew of the misheard lyric. She wasn’t there. She didn’t watch us as we risked life and limb on the trampoline, except from the kitchen window…maybe…if she felt so inclined.

She also wasn’t there when my friend and I explored the pastures, dodging cow pies and the animals that produced them. One time, we wandered all the way to the highway and no one ever knew but us. We climbed trees and swung from ropes in the hay mow in the barn. We cuddled filthy kittens and crawled through chicken poop on the hay bales. It was wonderful and pure and unadulterated fun.

Over the past couple of months, I’ve been involved in quite a few conversations about free range parenting versus helicopter parenting. One thing that has emerged from those conversations is the realization that my fondest, most vivid childhood memories don’t include my parents. Instead, they are filled with the faces and voices and enthusiasm of my friends and my brother and my cousins – my peers and the ever-so-cool kids who were just a little bit older. Those are the memories triggered by songs and smells and conversations about parenting philosophies.

So, where were my parents? They were there. If I look hard enough, I see them looking through windows and peeking behind doors. They are driving us to camps and friends’ houses and events and lessons. They are cheering us on and grinning goofily as I take my first steps. They are behind the camera and waiting in the car. They are signing permission slips and shelling out money. They are excited and petrified as they wave goodbye. Every time.

They made the memories possible. They provided the opportunities for me to create those memories of rolling pastures and Kenny Loggins. They let me live and play…unadulterated.

Where does this leave me? With a little more clarity of purpose. It is my job to weave myself into the fabric of my children’s lives. My beliefs, opinions, perspectives, and ways of living will shape my kids. My parenting will teach them the ways of this world and how to live within it. I need to be the yarn with which memories are woven without making every memory about me.

As a parent, it’s my job to lay the foundation and help guide the building process. I need to always be there for them without always being with them.

I give a lot of credit to my parents for being able to raise my brother and me the way they did. I have realized so much about my own childhood since Q was born. We feel so much pressure to always be doing; it takes strength to just let our children be.

It’s not about me. If when my kids look back on their childhoods and their fondest memories are of them playing and exploring with their peers, I will consider that a success.

Playlist

30 Day Blog Challenge Topic: Put your iPod on shuffle and write first 10 songs that pop up

Here’s a secret for you. I don’t own an iPod. I have never owned an iPod. No Mp3 player, either. Nothing. All I have is a Blackberry with a memory card that I put some songs on a few years ago and all of them were ripped from my CDs.

The sad truth is that I don’t know how to consume music in this century. I have never even been on iTunes. If I am not listening to five year old CDs, I have the radio on. I know, I know…soooo last century.

I resisted CDs when they came out, too. I loved my cassette tapes. Eventually, I couldn’t get what I wanted on tapes, so I gave in to CDs. Now, I’m not ready to quit them. Problem is, I would feel so OLD and out of touch if I were to go into HMV to buy music.

So, this is what I’m left with. The most recent song on this list is Footprints by TOK (2005). Sigh.

Hip Hop – Dead Prez

Footprints – TOK

Break Ya Neck – Busta Rhymes

I Hear a Symphony – The Supremes

Fight the Power – Public Enemy

If You Don’t Know Me By Now – Otis Redding

Cat Stevens – Morning Has Broken

Take Me There – Mya ft

Back In The Day – Pharcyde

Heaven Only Knows – K-OS

I actually really love all these songs. As far as I’m concerned, they are all timeless. In keeping with the sentiment of this post, here is some old school for you. Enjoy!


 

Household manual

I am a sucker for reality TV. I used to watch a lot more – now, I stick with competition shows like American Idol, The Voice, ANTM…nothing that delves too much into the lives of the cast.

I have been known to, occasionally, watch Wife Swap when nothing else was on, but the show makes me uncomfortable. Recently, my friend Kelli at kellidaisy.com mentioned that Celebrity Wife Swap was actually pretty good. So, I set my PVR to record it and figured I might watch it when I was desperate to escape and nothing was on. It recorded two episodes before I even considered viewing it. Last night, I watched them back-to-back. Mr. T pretended he wasn’t watching the first one, but by the second, he was hooked. Hehe. I shouldn’t be surprised, though, because as much as he claims not to be interested in the goings-on of pop culture, he regularly watched Celebrity Apprentice until I refused to watch once Trump requested Obama’s birth certificate [video].

Why did we like Celebrity Wife Swap? I dunno. Nothing says glitz and glam like sausage left out on Carnie Wilson’s stove.

When the wives get to their new, temporary homes, there is a ‘household manual’ waiting for them that is written by the other wife or couple. The manual sets the tone for how the household operates – roles, expectations, routine, child-rearing philosophies, relationship overview, politics, religion & values, and basically anything else that happens in a household. This is household manual for Gary Busey’s family.

It got me thinking about what would be in our household manual. What would I write if I had to leave a Coles notes version of the inner-workings of our family? What would I say about my relationship with Mr. T and how that functions in our household? What would I say about how we raise our kids and maintain our house?

I am still thinking about it and am thinking I might write one just for the fun of it. I wonder what it would reveal when laid out on paper.

Do you think writing a household manual like the Busey family’s would reveal surprises about the inner-workings of your family?

I don’t do resolutions, but if I did…

1. No more Starbucks…unless someone else is paying, I’m going on a road trip, or I’m meeting someone for coffee.

2. Simplify & organize…starting (and perhaps ending) with Pinterest boards and Facebook albums

3. Fold laundry straight out of the dryer…unless there is no empty laundry basket, (see: piles of 2011)

4. Write weekly meal plans. (well, that was easy)

5. Prioritize – kids before cleaning, Facebook before Pinterest.

And, done.

Comfort Foods

Today’s 30 Day Blog Challenge Topic: Comfort Foods

When I think comfort foods, I my mind immediately conjures images of my youth and the food I ate as a child. Two foods stand out more than others and are the ones I turned to when I was recovering from gall bladder surgery last month.

The first is is tuna on toast and it is very specific. Clover leaf Flaked White Tuna mixed with vinegar, mayo, and pepper and spread onto dry toast. Mmm. It’s actually the only fish I will ever eat.

The second is weiners and beans. Again, very specific: Heinz baked beans in tomato sauce. My mom always made them with molasses, brown sugar, and dry mustard. Sometimes, I forgo the sugar. Then, I drown buttered toast with them. Yum.

I don’t make either often enough for them to even be on my kids’ radar. Maybe, I should rectify that.

All I know is that I don’t know

30 Day Blog Challenge: Views on religion

This is a topic that I have actively and deliberately avoided blogging about – and one of the reasons I decided to commit to the 30 Day Blog Challenge.

I’ve been afraid to write this post for a numbers of reasons, none of which are terribly clear. I think, mostly, I’m afraid of disappointing people or being excluded from a “club” to which I don’t really belong, anyway.

I am fascinated by religion and systems of belief. I studied Religion & Culture in university and love learning about how faith intersects with historical accounts. I’ve read books upon books on the subject, and am always up for a good documentary about it. Further to that, I am fascinated by why believe what we believe. One of my favourite books, Why We Believe What We Believe by Dr. Andrew Newberg explains the neurobiology of belief and it blows my mind every time I read it.

That said, my system of belief is not well-defined or easily articulated. It’s easier for me identify what I don’t believe than what I do. In Closer to Fine, The Indigo Girls summed up my sentiment in one line:

“The less I seek my source for something definitive, the closer I am to fine”

I was raised Christian and was very active in my church as a child and as a teenager; I was involved in choirs, youth groups, camps, retreats, and anything else that was available. That was where my friends were. Much of my social life was connected to the church. My community was there and it shaped me in ways that I am still discovering. I don’t identify as a Christian now, though. I haven’t for a long time. I’ve been called an agnostic, an atheist, a non-believer. In some ways, they all fit, but I shy away from labelling myself because it’s never fully accurate.

Ultimately, I believe that my system of belief is intensely personal and individual. Though it doesn’t fit into any religion, aspects of different religions fit into it. For a long time, I tried to define it, then I suddenly realized that it didn’t need to be defined to be valid.

What you know is more important than what you have been taught to believe – Emerson

Shattering the illusion: My thoughts on Attawapiskat

Three days ago, The Huffington Post (Canada) published an article by MP Charlie Angus, entitled What if They Declared a State of Emergency and No one Came? Since, it has been shared over 20 000 times and ‘liked’ 47 000 times. Something resonated. I have seen words like shameful, disgusting, disturbing, and shocking used to describe the lack of response to the conditions in Attawapiskat First Nation. Finally, some attention. Finally, Canadians are being exposed to the conditions under which people are living. In Canada.

I consider myself fortunate to be raising my children in Canada – where they have unquestioned access to health care and education. Why can I expect this for my children, but the parents of children in Attawapiskat cannot? There hasn’t been a school there for 13 years. How is that possible?

The answer is complex and I am not going to pretend to know the intricacies of all the issues involved. I am not the person to be drawing conclusions and speculating solutions.

Here are some clips that can offer insight that I cannot:

 

As Canadians, we’re taught, and I’d say conditioned to believe, that we live in a peacekeeping, caring, multicultural country that values diversity and accepts difference. In some ways, I suppose we do. I am particularly proud to live in a country where same-sex marriage is legal. But, we are far from perfect. Though I feel very fortunate to have been born and raised here, I refuse to live in and perpetuate the illusion that we are fed.

The conditions in Attawapiskat didn’t shock me. I was not surprised that a First Nations community declared a state of emergency and no one responded. I am not aware of any precedence to suggest anyone would. That is the disturbing truth. Institutional racism, environmental racism, and a history of oppressive systems are at play here. Plain and simple.

Attawapiskat is not the only First Nations community struggling and suffering. There are many. I hope that the attention it is getting helps raise awareness of the living conditions in other communities in Canada and the barriers that First Nations, Aboriginal, Inuit, and Métis people face because of the ethnic groups and cultures to which they belong.

The following articles shed light on how systemic racism operates in Canada. Please read them. Shatter the illusion.

Legalized Racism

Modern Racism in Canada

Canada slammed during UN human rights review

With regards to Attawapiskat, the Red Cross has stepped in to help and, since the public outcry following Angus’ article, the Federal Government has pledged 2.5 million.

If you want to help, write to your MP. I suspect more information will be coming with regards to donations to Red Cross. There are also a few campaigns and drives hoping to provide a Christmas to the residents of Attawapiskat as well as goods and food.

It’s time to shatter the illusion and acknowledge what is happening in Canada. Kudos to Charlie Angus for doing his job and addressing the needs of his constituents!

I hate that! My top 5 pet peeves.

30 Day Blog Challenge topic: Top 5 Pet Peeves

Only FIVE?!

Ok, here goes…in no particular order.

1. People responding with “I have/know a dog with that name” when I tell them the name of my baby. I don’t want to know. Really.

2. Drivers who don’t turn left into the closest lane.Turn into the closest lane and then move over. Please.

3. Pedestrian-unfriendly Smart Centres. Every store I need in one plaza…but I have to drive from one to another if I value my life.

4. Garbage and foodstuff in the kitchen sink. Gross.

5. Murphy, and his cursed law. Screw you, Murphy!