Was it There Inside, All This Time?

I never knew this was even IN me. I never felt this way about art, and children before. Even though I always had the kids at my house for play, even when I was not the most present parent.

But now, now it’s different. Now, I am different. (Completely different from my unaware days). On top of that, since having my second, I made a decision, I felt was HUGE. It was HUGE to me, & it was a role I decided to take on & first thing I committed to besides motherhood (& a couple other things I’ll mention in another post) . It still is one of the only things I committed to whole heartedly & stuck to really …. after I had my second daughter. 

Short story:  Her father left when she was just about 2 years old. (There is a ‘happy ending’ but this is not at all what this post is about)… Her father is an incredible artist, I mean incredibly talented. I allowed him to ink my body in two different places, permentenly. He’d have to be a more than fantastic artist for me to allow that! I don’t even think he knows his fullest potential. Anyway.

After his untimely departure, I felt I was faced with a huge challenge. I pondered then, with all of my being: “HOW?! HOW? How could I make this child feel at peace with growing up without her father, BUT, still have sooo many pieces of him glaringly ALIVE IN HER… HOW??”

“What COULD I do to keep her LOVING even the parts of herself she might grow to be angry about?” I got it… ART! Art was thee one thing her fathers personality was pretty much built around. HE could do anything. Walk on his hands, mimic a song with playing the cords, on any guitar, after first listen of a song; and he could sing and draw anything. And do all those things very well!

WHAT could she be naturally good at & grow to love, in her father, instead of hate, even if from a distance:  ART. The art part of her (and him, cuz she’s all part him...) could grow to be alive, thriving, flourishing, and growing inside her. See, for those that haven’t grown without one parent (especially female missing father) you must understand that we know we are still at least ‘50% our missing parent’. We blame ourselves, we don’t like parts of ourselves, usually until a certain age, because of their departure. No matter the circumstance. But, to get into this topic deeper, well that is for another post entirely…for now

So, that was my quest, & that was my answer; my decision: art it would be… Art would be the main focal point of EVERYTHING I Did surrounding this child’s growth & childhood & education. 

Problem was I knew nothing about art, accept that everything inside me loved to paint & draw. Once upon a time even (before my children were born) I was a very very talented sketcher, in my own eyes… but this had to be different. So I sought out all forms of children’s art activities and that’s where our new art journey had begun. (I will share in many a future post who taught me most).

Now the tree. And why the tree in the post picture… this tree represents so much more to me …. this tree, this tree yesterday (last week by the time I finish editing this post 😏) , was painted lovingly, openly, with kids, with kind spirits, wrapped in paint dipped threads, decorated with dandelions in abundance, by the kids that we have collected through our outdoor art-ventures, in a neighbourhood I had no hope, no hope for. NO HOPE we’d find our way, no hope we would find our own friends, our ownspace“–but most importantly our own “art-space“. Then it hit me, the tree struck me! This tree in its color, creative exterior & it’s artful  nature inspired presence, represents a root we have now planted here. 

Everything in me now loves Exploring art with kids. But where did it come from? Why? I LOVE exploring art with my own children! I LOVED exploring art with my youngest especially. As she grew though, she tired of the art activities … no matter how I masked them. No matter how I mashed up & mixed in baking, cooking, science, and math. I would set up long-winded or short, art-based activities outside on our OLD apartment front yard, side driveway, or back yard parking lot. 

I believe this is when the shift began, now in hindsight… 

See, all our neighbours backyards were aligned in a row, & ran parallel to our back parking lot. The other neighbourhood kids would peek over & try to see what we were up too. Or they’d shout over to us. During our activities, we would often screech in excitement (or argument). In drawing attention to ourselves we would end up with at least us plus 2 kids over, involved in whatever we were into at the time. Often, my daughter would be complianing, uninterested, & I would be alone in the activity while she just drew (always had a paper and pencil in hand, or would request one from me.) The point is, she, my own child, was becoming un-interested. Uninvolved. At times I was disappointed. At times I would carry on with the ‘art-ivity’, alone, hoping she would rejoin me eventually….

But, What happened was different than ever planned or thought of at all… this is the part I believe something in me kicked in, was growing, just turned on, or was just let out. Set free is exactly what I realize it feels like! I have not written about this before, so I’m rather excited to be sharing– I have not reflected on whatever this is and never asking myself before now:  

“Was This There Inside Me, This Whole Time?” Was it dragged out of me by my second daughter? Was she the one that birthed this part of me? Was she in fact the Creator & I the Curator of whatever this new found excitement was? Was I supposed to be a creative kids art teacher or guider? 

Back to the backyards, we ended up with kids from the street over at anytime we were outside & involved in our own art process. The others always wanting ‘in’ on our activities. I couldn’t ever say no!?! With their FEVOR, the Excitement in their eyes, & their absolute curiosity–how could I not be hooked on allowing them in?!?! 

That’s the moment it happened. But I did not realize it until almost 3 years later, that I might want to do this. Like forever. As a profession. And I changed again. Something changed in me again, or was re-birthed. Recently, I have decided, I must get back to school to study art. Everything and anything I can at whatever school I can. I cannot right now, get physically to our local college campus to start the Art & Design focused schooling I want to. Instead, I have picked up on every online course I can! I will gain all the knowledge I can about how to run my own art studio, for kids. For now I will share our newly created kids art group activities, with the kids in our new neighbourhood and with you all here. 

HUH…? Who knew? I certainly didn’t have a clue this was inside but, damn am I excited to feel like I know where I am going. Now, to manifest my dreams of teaching art, or art therapy to kids… 

If you would have asked me ever in my life before the last 5 if I swanted to teach art or have an art studio for children; I would have said NEVER!

HERE IS what I am up to right now:  

1-  I am an active member of Creativebug.com.  Creativebug is an online creative art teaching community, with about 1,000 classes available. These classes are taught by artists themselves, like Lisa Congdon:  art illustrator, fine artist, & collector extrordinare. 

My second teacher via Creativebug turned out to be a great creatively spiritual teacher, Flora Bowley

2-  Flora Bowleys Intuitive Painting Class on Creativebug opened my heart up to a new huge love I had all but forgotten, painting! Thankfully, I now have the opportunity to part take on her (book titled–!) online course called “Creative Revolution” (PSSSTget a Signed Copy of her book here!!) Flora’s 7-week ecourse is an incredibly exciting exploration of self, through art. I don’t know how to explain it. You must read or adventure it for yourself to really say what it is to you. 

I will keep you updated during this course, week by week. If you’re looking for more than once in a while updates, please visit me on Instagram! 

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Share your creative experience below. A special online course you found? Looking for a new daily art challenge? Try Tammy G’s Index-card-a-day art challenge #ICAD2017 . I find it a perfect in between my other projects, that keeps me from getting stuck. Are you a Creative that is feeling exhausted and over spent, physically overwhelmed? Visit the website of Creative life coach (who is another amazing female, I’m telling you!!) Amy Kuretsky and find out How she Fuels Her Hustle here! Into creative listening?  Podcasting for Creatives? Here’s a Great one! Via Danielle of the Jealous Curator. OH, And, Here’s  Youngman, he’s Your Creative Push

BE THE INSPIRATION,

Yours Truly, J9;) 

Our **** Summer

These are the stories of our summer experience.  Don’t expect glorious photos of an overseas beach somewhere in vacation land–because thats not at all what ours was like!

“I haven’t done much writing, I know”. A lame endlessly spoken phrase by bloggers throughout the summer vacation days, I know you’re tired of hearing. Especially by Moms. I get that. Here’s the thing though, our summer sucked. And I can promise you, it was NO VACATION around here! 

Oh, may I remind you first, I am thee most grateful person alive, thanks to the way my Mom raised me! That’s truly the only way we made it through our summer circumstances, with much hope and reasessed aspirations for our immediate future! 

In my *new life, I have always been sure to take a real good rigirously honest look at a situation:  I can decide to stay sore and harbour some resentments about the circumstances; OR I accept the outcome (the situation) with a new perspective, one of having learnt a valuable lesson. Or 2 or 3… *new life is a reference to my experience of recovering from addiction, and having been freed of that old life. “It is like being re-born” (Big Book of AA)

Here’s the “sitch

Long dramatic story as short as possible. 10 months ago left ‘hubby’ house vehicle & everything, traded for happiness. Restarted fresh again, in our new little town near family. They’re the only ones I can count on in life over and over, and I have finally learned that one. Where they move–we move! Period. Anyway, happily our wee family made our way to an apartment we made a home immediately. 4 year old developmentally delayed, had about a years growth set back durinmg the six months she was pulled out of daycare we called ‘school’. It costed the whole family trust me. Poor thing. So we looked so forward to our first Summer close to family :D!

Add a nightmare neighbour who knows nothing of consideration for others and her lack of self-awareness, we ended up having a waterfall throughout or new (landlord just newly renovated 1 year prior!) kitchen, bathroom, and diningroom/livingroom. Not pleased. We had brought everyting we could when we left our house behind and I am in debt over my head due to that ‘house stuff’. Point is, what we had left was not much. It was what I managed to salvage from a bitter split. Don’t get me wrong, I always chose happiness over “stuff”! It just seemed like it was “all we had” left you know. 

I dont like spending my time weeping over the past but, feel the need to get this off my chest …July 29th got flooded. Next day, contractors came to open walls at 430-7PM, yes very inconvenient timing. As they opened walls, found 10-15 YEARS worth of black mold growth; we could now not live in and had to pack 3 peoples important belongings to get out right away. Also, finding somewhere to stay temporarily. I only have Mom in this town.

 Let me take one step back:  That morning the assessment from head of contracting team was relaxed, playing it cool, not worried about us having to move out. There was no suggestion of that. I also requested very simply that our belongings be covered by his team with tarps, painters sheets, plastic rolls–I didnt care, as long as it was all covered. He  his understanding of that reuqest, by offering me the size/measurement type of plastic that would be used to cover our belongings. I re-affirmed it again, and went back to tidying up around the water damage I could deal with and went on worry free about my day! So as the pakc up, run and find accomodations now part of the day came, at 25 minutes before I had to pick up LO (the 4 year old with cognitive understanding delays), explain to her again, that we could not go home…. All and all, THAT was thee hardest part. Listening to her cry each day as we passed her home to get to ‘school’ that she wanted to go home, just ripped my heart in pieces. Nothing I said could help her understand again, that we could not go to her home because it was broken.

Thankfully, after the mess of lawyers, landlord tenant court visits, and finally forcing my landlord to do the right thing (accept give us the proper monetary compensation I know we deserve but, couldnt bother fighting for)–I played with terms I used with LO, and slowly assisted her into understanding this broken home stuff was no one’s fault and that we’d be back home in no time! Regardless of the truth that I didnt know when or what direction our circumstances were going at the time. 

During all of that mess, for the first time ever, I started having issues with my teenage brother and Mother. I dont need to get into that. You all know what fighting with family can look like. We ended up having a few (new remember) neighbours pull together and one lent us their families tent trailer! Called us to her house one evening, drove it over, set it up, lent us all the utilities we needed to cook and live–BAM! JUST LIKE THAT! We had a cool new temporary home, that was actually literally, in our own backyard LOL! Even TEEN was excited (til after a few hot mornings lol)! LO and I love the outdoors. Besides, we had always said we were going to the trailer this Summer; we just didnt know what way it was going to happen. 

This is my outlook. This is ME. This is the ways I have raised my children. I have to find the light in the dark. I have to be the light in the dark. I have to shine the light in the dark. 

Don’t get me wrong, it sucked real bad compared to home. But, we were able to use our bathroom (no ceiling) and bathe, so there wasn’t really much to complain about. Now, sleeping in a tent trailer for a single mom is pretty scary! I admit to you guys I barely slept a wink worrying about someone coming to get us lol…Thankfully we managed safely. However lovely my attitude of gratitude sounds, this story is not over yet! 

After 4 nights in the trailer, I started feeling like I was catching a cold. I never get sick so I was paying close attention to the changes in my body. (I am also ‘temporarily disabled’ at this time. that’s a whole other category too…) Maybe it was all the moving boxes, bags, garbage, furniture, stuff in and out from destroyed house, to Moms, to trailer, to insanity, that exhasuted my body enought to give into something. Either way I went straight to Doctors for a throat swab thinking it was Strep Throat; it was going around LOs school at the time. Got some antibiotics before the test results and went on my sick sucky way. 

I get some crazy headaches comparable to delivering twins no epidural through the sides of my head, with a weight the size of the old Coyote cartoons that used to drop on heads every episode; couldnt see, couldnt walk, couldnt talk. Headed to the doctors office whom called ahead to book me into hospital where I headed with TEEN next. All the while LO is at ‘school’ knowing non of this is happening. TEEN calls Mom who remember ‘doesnt enjoy her summer having us in her living space’ LMAO who now has to pick up and be Mom for God knows how long, right away, and make it to see God knows what’s going on in my head. My Mom doesnt prepare for sickness well. Always thinks I am over-reacting. But, I dont get sick. Shows up, just in time for me to get some pain meds (which arent provinding any relief at all), send TEEN home to her house; and jump into emergency ambulance ride to another hospital for a Cat Scan (of my pounding head)! I am in quarantine cuz there’s infection in blood, they just dont know what it is. 

After Cat Scan I get to have an Epidural! lol Actually, its abbreviated an LP Lumbar Puncture. LP is when they curve your spin, while awake, freeze your back, then freeze the nerves in your back somehow, puncture an enormous thick needle between two discs in lower back, to remove and test a persons Spinal Fluid. FUN! Spinal Fluid is sterile. That and Urine, I was informed. I guessed that’s why the ancients used urine as tooth paste apparently. Mine looked sterile, free from sightly bacteria, however further testing that day revealed White T Cells. Means infection. But, of what type:  A-Bacterial or B-Viral Praying for viral my mother went home and I was left feeling to die while giving birth through the brain. Not one drop of Morphine brought relief. I was curled up in a ball almost falling everytime I had to get up to use bathroom. Quaranteed, so no nurse even wanted anything to do with me, accept to poke, prod, and steal my blood for 2 long days and nights. We were told as soon as tests came back it was a Viral Menigitis. WOW! HAPPY CAMPER! No, I really was because if it was the Bacterial kind, there’s much higher risks of losing limbs and can even be fatal. The blessings rolled in from there on in. 

Finally, on the third day doctor came in changed pain meds, I found relief and next day was sent home… but after only 4 days and nights total for unworthy contractors, insurance companies and landlords to figure out when we’d have our home back…where was home to be. Thank God again, the second my Mom brought my iPhone, I sent landlord a message stating in hospital, get it done, I need my home asap. Period. And I truly at that point wouldve camped out in his families front yard had the work not of progressed as quickly (funny hey!y) as it did after that! Within two days we had our apartment repaired and painted, all accept for the laminate flooring throughout the main rooms laid

Ok, so here we are caught up to today. I am actually relaxing outdoors awating the arrival of the flooring guys, who’ve already tried to cancel once, just finished packing for a two day vacation away at you guessed it:  A friends parents TRAILER LMAO! Her parents heard our story and decided to book the rental trailer in their park for us, as a vacation for our last long weekend of Summer Vacation, of course. Like I haven’t seen enough of the inside of a trailer this year. Super grateful nonetheless though.

Their trailer park has 2 pools, a lake, and a beach. Great because LO has been asking to swim in a real pool forever. Cuz the neighbours ‘little’ pool is “not a real pool” according to her LMAO. She did have some amazing time swimming there, usually alone though, because of the temperature lol. My LO is a trooper and a teacher of strength and bravery for even me.

THERE, now that you are aware of our shitty summer OH SHIT–I Forgot to mention!

THAT “shit” word, is actually quite accurate. To sum up the reason for the flood, which I am sure you’re wondering about. Well, it had to be written on the insurance papers because, they have to include a “cause“:

The world’s largest feces, jammed in the tank of a low flush toilet

That was the exact cause…YES, even included photos in the claim. Even grosser still, since living with these wimpy-water-money-saving ‘low-flush-toilet systems (I totally appreciate that ok), I have had to train my children in the ‘How To Low-Flush Rules’ of our bathroom. Obviously the unawareness of our nightmare
neighbour hasn’t had experience with these rules. I pray she will remember them now. Seriously. These incidents happen often with the low-flush tanks.

From now on, I promise you no more shitty posts! We have learned much! I had many different personal experience epiphany’s I look forward to sharing with you for the next few posts. Enough with this shit. And just in case you were wondering, we’re all good now. We are excitedly relieved to be back in our home. We have moved forward.

I will be writing my next update post immediately after this one, to share some insight we gained through all of this.

Thanks for sticking around and having a read. I look forward to having the time now to read all about your summers. If you stopped by, you might as well leave me a link in the comments below so I can visit OK!?

Thanks, Your WP Friend/Family,
JayNine xo

A Simple Write

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After weeks and months of trying this blogging thing out for the first time, I have come to a few conclusions. This post does not have a hidden lesson, or moral of the story, its just a post about my personal experience with my own blog.

I cannot write well. Writing from personal experience, is nothing like speaking from experience; as I have done in my past. I can stand up in a room filled with all of my readers, other bloggers, and strangers and do an excellent job sharing my words of wisdom for you all to hear. On any given topic that I know well, do it confidently, and I might even get a few laughs.

But, writing? from my own personal experience?
I cannot seem to chose from one subject or one experience, and produce a readable version of the event! I cannot put to paper how I remember it from my head! I don’t know why. I have been diligently trying to figure the answer out behind the scenes for months now, reading, re-reading, drafting, posting; there is no other answer accept that I am afraid of the outcome. I am afraid of how my works appear and how they will be received by all. Most of the time, my writing a real ‘good’ post stems from days of high stress, disorganization, yelling, and taking it all too personally. Especially since taking the Orange Rhino Challenge, LOL I have no way to complete the writing process with yelling anymore! ;) (thankfully!)

This all came about a few months ago. I found myself spending enormous amounts of time on my other website, design and architecture related (past work experience). All of a sudden, I realized I was getting grouchy, longing, and impatient with the kids and immediately thought of how much ‘computer time I was losing’. That’s when it hit me. I wasn’t spending time on the computer for love and enjoyment anymore, it was out of necessity. Something had to give.

After 3 days of no writing at all, missing article deadlines, and some time talking with God; we realized the missing element. My purpose for writing had become (more) self-centered than not. I am already getting too long so I’m not going to explain selfishness, we’re all plagued with it.

“Helping Others”that’s it. That is the missing element. Currently now I have some new plans for my other blog/sites which have shifted their sole purpose into helping others! Yes! Even in the design, architecture, and mommy world. I readdressed the whole helping others and made a firm decision: if my time on the computer wasn’t directed at helping others, I am no longer going to do it. Not to gain likes, followers, blogger awards, (not that I don’t appreciate those;) and recognition.

Here’s how I am not writing for an ‘audience’ anymore. I will be sharing from the depths of my complete honest experiences. If I find inspiration, I will write on it. In that moment. Not after I’ve had an edit opportunity. I will write from fresh from the moment. The intention is to be inspirational, real, honest, but mainly to help others. I will put the new perception into ‘action’ here on j9sopinion.com. I am helping someone great! If not, that’s great too because it is still helping me to remain connected, with my experience regardless.

Long term goal is to look back a while from now, and see the experiences change and the writing strength grow. I will use this post, from the past to not get caught up in numbers again. I will use this post for the off days in writing.

As always, I thank you all for stopping by and sticking around til the end. I look forward to many stories to relate to between us.
The easy way for me to communicate lol: CHECK Out what we’re up to while we’re gone on INSTAGRAM<<Link<< in photos lol.

Many Blessings,
JayNine xoxo (…that’s my pinterest link for all you wanting to see what else goes on in this head lol…)

Link Day Friday

Link Day Friday
welcomes the following links for the Following described needs:

HIP HOMESCHOOLING MOMS:
Best network of blogger moms out there! Always useful links, tips, activities, advice and more from moms all mover the globe–whom homeschool. NO, I don’t personally homeschool. I utilize their links and posts for different activities. I gear the to my LO learning difficulties and preschool type play learning (if they’re not already about that)!

A MOM WITH A LESSON PLAN:
Another blogger mom, Jill or Jillian, found through the Hip HomeSchool Moms above and found…LETTERS: a focus on ‘a letter a week activities’. I also apply the same ‘geared to preschooler’ rule of mine, to any older age group activities. Example: nstead of using a bunch of questions or words; I will use one letter sound and 2 words that rhyme, for that one week.

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*Image borrowed from and credit due to: Jillian at A Mom With A Lesson Plan*

READING: Be sure be sure to check out Jillian’s tab READING and all posts under the reading category! Please, especially the “10 Book Activities” to get you started on your own books, and visit the 5 Reading Pinterest boards!

TELLING TIME:
The Carrots Are Orange mom blog, with many different learning acitivities. My favorite right now, which we are beginning to learn just this weekend and next week: Telling Time! Utilizing tools such as the book and concentric circle Marnie shares int the Telling Time Post. Subscribe to Marnie at the “Carrots Are Orange” (love the blog title) for updated posts, via email. Learn more about her montessori teaching and activities on her website.

STORYBIRD:
The last link that I have not much time to describe, you MUST check it out, sign up, create account, free, and start exploring the book writing and sharing on. Right now, I don’t remember who’s website I found this one from but, it’s ideal for all types of reader levels! HERE are the results for a search I did, entitled ‘PRESCHOOL

…from what I got at first glance and understanding from my iphone running out the door in rain for children LOL…It’s an opporuntity for readers to create their own stories, share them on line through social media, and the StoryBird.com website. My idea was that I would sit and explore with LO, and see if we could read the stories created by the folks we follow for preschoolers!?

Hope some thing here inspires you this weekend. These are just some of the few of favorites I have in my collection; of which I will share more with you as time permits.

For INSTANT GRATIFICATION (you know how we ALL love that)!
Follow my Children’s World Pinterest Board! OR me on Pinterest.

xox JayNine
Happy Weekend

Info and Updates

Every blogger around this time of Summer and ‘relaxation’ (for some lol!), are finding the time for blogging slim to none. This is an update of our Orange Rhino Challenge, providing links for parent support, social media outlets, and other Mommy bloggers from around the web taking the challenge.

For those of you that don’t know, I have accepted the Orange Rhino Challenge; to better my parenting without ‘yelling & screaming’ for 365 days. I am at DAY 2 (again), on my 3rd attempt! We’re still ‘under construction’.

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The results? INSTANT turn around! Remember, its a process of breaking ties of my past, and past parenting. Its not that simple. Its a part of me, a part of my ‘make up’ that needs demolition and the Orange Rhino is truly just scratching the surface. Sadly, this past weekend, I turned to an instant 10 steps back…Blame the weather, my patience, not keeping in touch, too many doctors appointments–it doesn’t matter.
I am admittedly back at DAY 2, and I will not give up on myself, because it is a goal for my children (and self).

The Reevaluation? My going about this. I have chose to turn it down a notch, to a 30 DAY challenge, to start. The obvious long term goal, is to collect 12 months 365 days, and to have the challenge last forever. period. Personally, these types of large change, work better in smaller increments (which is allowed through taking the challenge guidelines/rules;)!

For Me, my successes have been well achieved through applying my tools, the following way:
* ‘One Day at a Time’ *
* One hour at a time *
* ‘One situation at a Time’ *
Breaking the days down, as each separate situation as it
rears its ugly head, is much easier a pill to swallow
.

I have learned so much so far, about myself, my parenting, and about my wonderful children.

I ‘HATE’ Humidity:
I don’t ‘hate’ anything, anyone, nor do we even use the word! The humidity is the contributing factor! It adversely affects the children and I. We do not work well, under these temperatures! Enjoy your A/C parents because we do not have that luxury, yet lol! Changes our mood, my patience, and all of our physical comforts. YUK!
* I am reminded of this lesson through the heat: I must stay focused on being a better parent, no matter what the weather (that’s silly and embarrassing to hear aloud!), or circumstance, right? This is not something I didn’t know but, I (obviously) needed the reminder. Everyone is uncomfortable with this heat. I must remember, to ‘be in thought of the others’ as well. Another skill I work on daily, regardless of challenges.

Children crave Discipline:
And, so do I! We all know this. We all have read article that prove, dealing with any child’s ‘mis-behaviour’ or difficult behaviours, can easily be curved with well disciplined parenting. This, for me is a struggle right now. I have a hard time in a challenging moment, to deliver the correct, age, and learning ability, consequences, for these unwanted behaviours.

Mainly, this comes from having a 4 year old with developmental learning disabilities (still undiagnosed as to what specifically), leaving me in a place of questioning my consequences constantly. So, I Read, read more, search for more information, on line, books, and I await the proper resources! My daughter just had her first diagnosis Assessment–only to see if she qualifies for assistance provided by our region’s government. This will then provide her and I with: funding, occupational therapist for her at daycare/school, a resource therapist POR MOI; and a slue of other services, to better lead LOs development correctly.
I am ecstatic about this news from professionals! FINALLY! Everyone had said to me, ‘it’s normal‘ ‘she’ll grow out of it‘ . As her only parent & mother, I have always known, something just wasn’t quite right.

For now, my consequence deliveries (sometimes just my parenting in general) are hit and miss. Sometimes I laugh at myself wondering what I was thinking! Which brings me to the BEST PART OF PARENTING:

LAUGHING:
An old friend used to advise me on the hard days, “Look at a situation like you’re watching it through the TV…’Friends’ or ‘Rosanne’… from the couch. See a sit-com! It will help you relax, let go, and maybe even laugh! Not allow you to take your life so seriously” I admit, after never giving this idea a fair shot: IT WORKS! In most situations, I have chosen to laugh as of late! Even just smile when it hurts, resisting the temptation to yell. Results? I found the immediate results of pretending I was ok and this was somehow ‘funny’–almost instantly lightens my heart.

With my own personal anxiety difficulties, I find my heart feels heavy, burdened some moments, almost sad at times; before, during and after encountering ‘challenging’ parenting situations. The Sit-Com Idea is becoming a well-used one! The look on my youngsters face seems to shift from anger, to confusion, her eyes looking back at mine, (I am ALWAYS at eye level when interacting), and her ears almost perk up like a puppy to listen to the words I have to say…and, we’re smiling again.

The Orange Rhino Challenge has changed my parenting styles forever.
It has touched my life, heart, and the same of my children
.

Please, share all of your own tips, advice, experience, inspiration, ideas, and parenting skills, here.
Please, go visit and encourage the other “WordPress Family” members, as embark on the same journey. I know they’ll appreciate it. (lists below:)
We all LOVE that you all are keeping us accountable and inspired to continue, on our personal journeys.

MORE links of some other new Challenge Accepting Moms, I found from the web:
— the ‘Family Organic‘ pop over to encourage the 5 days fresh challenge accepter
on Blogger!
‘Table of Seven’ a WP Blog I just found here
— ‘Forgetful Momma‘ (sounds just like me already) on Blogger, I believe
— ‘Becoming Boston on Blogger however, I cannot
find a post date

WordPress Families taking the challenge are:
Fascinations of a Vanilla Housewifethe (amazing 21 days free)
— (fun) Adventures of Miss Fanny P
‘Empowering Lives 4 Him’ invites us to join her, WordPress!
**feel free to leave your blog link below in comments for support. I will add it to this post.**

JayNine xo
PS–Read the post before this one for photos from our last weeks, without blogging!

A NOTE:to those ‘taking the challenge’.
*Remember* utilize the resources the site provides. Use the support of Orange Rhino’s Facebook Page or ‘Support Group‘! An inspiring place to remind us DON’T QUIT we have much support. I found the challenge creators Tube Channel! We all have to ‘Subscribe‘ IDEA: we should all perform Guest Videos right?