Ditching the Masks

…just real life… honest… and like it is

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I’m clueless and I admitted it to THEM!

I did the one thing that the unwritten rules say you NEVER do. Somewhere in the parenting handbook that was NEVER written, it says you NEVER, EVER, admit that you dont know what you’re doing.

I broke that rule not long ago. I figured if you can’t pull it off convincingly, maybe it’s possible to win by using good old fashioned “truth.” (I know, odd idea isn’t?)

I realized as I sat in a position of mixed fear and frustration that I needed to just fess up. I needed to fess up before they figured it out themselves.

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I have no idea what the hell I am doing. I dont. See my parents learned how to parent by watching their parents. Their parents learned from watching theirs. That, and common sense, always seemed to be good, general, guidelines that could get you through most situations. If push came to shove, pull out the “because I said so,” line and it would be covered. Employing these methods it always, generally, got the kids raised.

Then came the technology generation. Suddenly that model no longer works. Oh in general the parenting on day to day stuff works fine. How to raise a thoughtful and morally good child is still there. Those basics, while still hard to parent, I do just fine… It’s when it comes to the crazy world of mixed up media and the digital age we live in that I suck at that.

Here. Let me show you what I mean: It was a stupid time on the clock dial and I was sick as a dog. I wanted to stay in bed under my covers, give into my feverish stupor, but I over heard the name of an app that was being used in my house and I freaked out. I had just read an article listing the top 5 apps for parents to beware of teens using. They were deemed dangerous and parents were urged to keep ever watchful eyes on. I got up from my death bed and attempted a nonchalant, “what’s up” to investigate. I failed miserably at that since I was so dead sick. The fact I found two of the five in my house that weren’t there just three days prior scared the hell out of me. My teens had no idea what they could be used to do and how dangerous they could be to them.

The fact is, even if I wanted to sound all cool and knowledgeable about what technology was floating around me, my teens knew more of it. My teens know way more about it than I do, and admitting it was simply the best choice. They can smell a lie of this nature and tune the information out within seconds of the best intended “non” lecture I can try to quickly conjure up.

So I said, “Hey, listen, I’m gonna confess something to you. I’m not gonna lie and try to pretend to know all the things there are to know about the subject we are going to get into now, but I AM gonna promise you that this comes strictly from my overwhelming love, and NOT from an “I just want to make your life hell,” point of view. I told them that I am making this parenting thing up as I go along. I told them that while my mom and dad learned from theirs how to be good parents, and even though I had great parents, there was NOTHING in place to help me know what to do, and how best to handle things other than to just figure it out as we went and be honest the whole time. This would be a dialog – not a lecture. If I dont understand something, tell me. I wont promise to change the outcome, but it surely will help it and not hurt it, as long as we all maintain an air of respect.

android-vs-app-storeSo from there we talked about what the Apps were that I was concerned about. We came up with a new way to make sure these kinds of things didn’t happen again. Rules about downloading new apps to tablets that aren’t easily parental controlled like the Apple version (since we are a mixed house of PC and Macs) and worked out knowing what the rules would mean if broken. Mostly, though? We talked about why these Apps scared the hell out of me. About how they could be turned around and used against them… even make it possible for someone to stalk you and end up in front of your house, waiting on you to come home from school and drive off WITH you. Yeah, it’s the truth that the things that my kids love to play with can be used to stalk and kidnap them. It’s not cool. I wont pretend to have a handle on it, and be anything less than an overbearing mother who loves her kids too damned much to sit by and let it happen. If they hate me for a day, a week, a month, or hell, a YEAR I wont care in the end if it means they are safe, alive, healthy, and growing up still under my nose. Appstore_2610363b

Fact is, there are lots of ways I can screw up parenting. Fact is, I actually do it quite regularly. Total truth here. That said, I made them a pinky promise that night, at 3 a.m., after a 2 hour conversation that went very well, all things considered, and all while feverish and dying slowly from bronchitis. I pinky promised that I would never just say the word NO without explaining my side of it. Not where technology was concerned. They needed to know all sides of it because this is the age and space they live in and the way their brains are wired. I promised I would always choose to “get it wrong” as a mom as long as their safety was in question. I promised I would never be sorry that I erred on the side of over protective, vs being cool about stuff. I promised that I would annoy them a LOT in the coming years, since they are 10-13-15. I promised I would get a HELL OF A LOT WRONG. But I also promised to love them, cherish them, support them, listen to them, and be there for them no matter what time of day or night it was, no matter how far away they were, or how far I had to drive to be at their side should they need me. I promised to get THAT right. I can do that with confidence because my parents made that pledge for me and they are still doing it to this day. They still sacrifice for me (and probably my kid brother too) in ways I will never know about, and wont even understand till my kids are grown and they are raising my grandkids like I am theirs.

I promised to get it wrong and in doing so, I got it right. My kids listened. No really… they did. They heard me. They realized that in me being truthful and vulnerable as a parent, the things i spoke about mattered in ways they were not sure they totally really could grasp. They understood that this was about more than them. They got the fact that it was hard to be a parent, and they thanked me for being truthful.

Yes, since that night we have had to revisit the issue, had to enforce the rules we made together, and have even had some anger and mad moments at mom. Always, though, I can cite our conversation and say, “I never said I’d get this right, I only said I’d try crazy hard and probably even get it wrong because I love you.” Then the anger melts for a moment and before they say a word more, the looks on their faces tells me that maybe, in fact, I just POSSIBLY… got it right, after all.

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A secret confession of an obsessive addiction






I have a confession to make.  Actually it’s a confession on an obsessive addiction.  You know you want to know more.  I KNOW you do.  You are wondering even now what the heck I could mean!  Jump over with me to my “chocolate” blog and read more about it.  Maybe you can find a vice as colorful as mine!

It beats the heck out of dealing with stress the usual way!  That’s for sure!



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SPRING countdown

countdown-timerMy son, a countdown KING, began pawing through the calendar recently.  I didn’t think too much about it.  I kept eating my hot oatmeal and reading my magazine.  Without stopping he shot me a sideways question, “When is spring again?”  I simply laughed out loud.  “Seriously Mom, I need to know.  When is spring?!”

Do I laugh twice, to humor myself?  Or be nice?  I took the middle ground.  I laughed AND said, “GOD only knows.”  I tried to keep as much sarcasm out of my voice as possible.  Really I did.  I don’t think he fully appreciated how much MORE sarcastic that could have gone.

“Stop it.  I want to count down the days till Spring and I need to know the day.”  I took in his innocent tossed red hair and his smattering of freckles.  He really was clueless, poor lad.  How do I break this gently when I don’t feel overly gentle about WINTER being this insane?

“Sweetie, there’s no date when this ‘ends.’  So truly, God himself only knows when.  I wasn’t trying to be mean about it, but any date we put on a calendar is just for us to divide seasons up evenly.  In Indiana, and apparently the world, this year, there is not going to be a nice graceful exit.  It will come whenever it does.  Period.”

My son was now riled up.  He was taking his “mad at winter” out on me.  That’s okay.  I got it.  I get his desperateness.  I can honestly say this is his first real go at winter’s cabin fever.  He’s always loved snow and the season.  This year, well this year broke his ten-year-old tolerance level.

“Is GOD doing this?”  The accusation and tone used made me swallow any humor I wanted to invoke and instead take a thoughtful tone instead.  “Because God makes everything, Mom.”  Yes, right you are.  But I wasn’t ready just yet to sentence God, or myself for that matter, to my son’s hatred of all things white and cold at the moment.  I swear, it had nothing to do with the fact I had a hot tea, hot oatmeal, and a fresh magazine in my lap either.  I swear!  Anyway, I answered, “No, honey, not exactly.”  That’s better, right?  I didn’t really say no… and not so much yes.  “God made everything.  He made the things that now control our weather.  The pressure fronts, the ebb and flow of tides, and lots of things we wont get into right now, but those things control weather from day to day.  God never says, ‘I think I will give them LOTS of snow so they can all go crazy,’ or says, ‘No rain for YOU so your lakes and rivers will all dry up.’  God’s not like that.  He doesn’t send hurricanes to hurt whole cities and countries.  Weather just happens.  But yet, yes, God did make that.”

AYJG8J StopwatchHe nodded.  It was an answer he asked for, and yet more.  I was grateful that my hot things would stay hot, because THIS time he really could care less about the MORE.  He ditched everything said once I defused the, “Mad at God moment.”  He stopped flipping pages dejectedly.  “So you’re saying there’s no end to this.”  Okay, so NOW I let out that deeply sarcastic laugh.  (It HAD been a long time coming.  Give me that much, okay?)

“No, son.  What I’m saying is that you can’t count it down like it’s Christmas.  I’m saying you will wake up one day and go, ‘wow!’  At some point spring will sneak in and when we aren’t looking, it will begin.”

He gave me a long look, bit back his words, and turned on a heel and left.  He’s growing up.  Reality bites sometimes, and this childhood reality lesson may be one that goes unremembered by him, but he will retain the information.

For me?  I’m gonna cherish the HELL outa this memory.  My kid is growing up, and the snow-lover has bit the dust… at least for this season.  I am loving watching my kids grow up, and there are so many little ways they do it.  Each does it a bit different, but each paves a way past childhood and into the ages of enlightenment and maturity.

Okay, back to the tea and the oatmeal.  I snuggled back up in my fluffy blanket on the couch and let that cold white reality fade away.  And yes, they were still hot!

Wait, what was I now humming?  Seriously, how did this happen?  An ear-worm had planted itself into my brain and I was humming, “It’s the Final Countdown…”  Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!


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Failure. Simply not an option.

The following link and blog, to anyone who questions, were written with full permission from my daughter. She and I are beginning a blogging venture where we will be blogging through the reality and pain from her eye and mine. My hope is that we will give hope and a needed look at reality to what is often an invisible battle waged in homes across the country, and worldwide. We are hoping just to be real and open a dialog in real time. Mental illness is not just school shootings and tragedy. It’s daily life on multiple fronts – including some amazing highs and powerful successes. Thanks for your love, in advance.

Join us over at the Chocolate Mom’s blog for the full look…



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Sickdays for Moms? Is there such a thing??

There’s NO way Mom’s are allowed to get sick.  Ever.  Right?  It’s just the way it is.

Imagine my surprise when I got a bad case of bronchitis and NO ONE DIED while I was down and out and somehow the house stood up to the onslaught and so did the family!  Join me over at the MOM’s blog for a funny look at the realities of being a parent and battling illnesses.  Reality is ever changing when you’re a parent!



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Mistaken for a NUT house

It’s a nuthouse around here, not to be confused with a NUT house.  Sadly, Mr Squirrel misunderstood the difference.

The kids lately had been complaining about someone being in the house.  I said they were crazy.  When we’d be gone, they’d swear someone was in the laundry room and they were freaked out.  Eventually I conceded that maybe we had a mouse, but it was not a big deal.  Then I heard it.  The insane ruckus that was in the backroom was nothing to dismiss.  The mop slamming, 2X4 crashing, bedding shredding ruckus was even a bit freaky.  SOMEONE most definitely was in the house!  I stopped thinking it was funny long before laughter ever arose.1528477_10203306296564632_1727396376_n

I couldn’t figure out how our nut-lover got inside.  Where did he come IN from?  This uninvited house guest didn’t understand the rules of knocking or asking to be a guest.  He instead chose a backdoor entrance, or more specifically, the apparent chimney on the roof that leads directly into our furnace as a good entrance.  I listened to him clawing and scratching up a storm and tracked the sound and then watched him come OUT of my furnace.  This was not some tiny, little, scrawny, cold squirrel.  No this was a BIG-ass squirrel who was VERY unwelcome!  Thankfully our furnace is behind a little slatted door that was just strong enough to keep him from escaping into the house itself.  What the hell was he thinking when he decided MY house was a good place to move into?  He intended to stay.  He made it clear.

We thought we’d be nice.  Hubby bought a live trap.  Mr. Squirrel was not amused.  He thumbed his nose at us and found US amusing.  He used it as a restaurant.  He’d come in and grab something to go and go back to the little nest he made.  The trap wasn’t holding him.  He remained unconvinced this was a bad place to live.  We were going to have to get tough with our house guest.  He was NOT a member of the Campbell clan and I wasn’t going to have it.

He had hunkered down for the long haul.  A cozy nest of shredded bedding had been cozily made along the wall where he’d knocked over a handful of 2X4′s and an odd piece of boarding from a long forgotten project.  Part of me said, “awwwww” when we peeked in at him one night and saw the rise and fall of his little furry body with his tail wrapped around him like a blanket.  He was so peaceful and happy.  He’d found the perfect home.  MINE!!!  He had learned how to get in and out, meaning he had NO need to ever leave us, save for running about in the trees now and again to stretch his legs.

1604588_10201440582112749_30321111_nIt was time to make him rethink this little apartment of his.  Using a brick, Derek weighted the trap so that he could not just back out of it before the latch was hard and fast in a locked state.  He was VERY unhappy with the fact he’d been foiled!  I cant say it was a bad way to wake up today, on OUR part!  His great annoyance was our celebration dance.  As my husband left with the evicted furry nut-lover, I did a little jig.  We WIN!!

Operation Nut-Cracker was a success.  Now lets just hope this guy is not overly intelligent and that he doesn’t find his way back to us, and that he never showed anyone else the cool spot he found.  I know it’s a frigged cold winter outside this year, but my sense of caring for the furry critters ends when they invade my space!!!  Goodbye dude!  Have fun running in the park!

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2014 Resolutions I wont fail to fulfill

Happy-New-Year-2014-1-1This year I am making resolutions, but unlike other years, I will last WAY longer than a week in fulfilling them.  Guaranteed!

(This is a BETTER resolutions list.)

Here’s a list of top things I plan to do and succeed at in 2014:

1.)   Add more JOY.  Everyday.  (yeah, this is so happening.)

2.)  Laugh. A LOT… Not just that little smile/grin laugh, or to say LOL texting, but the REAL gut busting laughter that nearly embarrasses anyone sitting near me.  I want to do LOTS of that this year.  I want 2014 to be the year of laughter.

3.)  To be authentic.  To be more “me” then I’ve been in the last 20 years.  I plan to ditch those masks and let people love or not love who I am, but to be okay with that.  I am who I am and God was okay with that when he made me, therefore, so am I.  No more sugar coating who I am for the masses.  If you cant handle this bundle of awesomeness, take a breather.  Come back when you can, or dont.  I just need to be me the second half + of my life.

1521889_790982800928800_2035079924_n4.)  To be there for my family and be the kind of role model they truly need.  This one is not an easy one, but I pray I can do this as fully as God would have me do it.

5.)  To be the friend I crave.  I want to be there for my friends in the ways that I have always needed my friends to be there for me.  Many will argue that I already am, but the minute you are not intentional about it, you begin to get lax.  So it’s high on the list because it counts.

6.)  What do I LOVE to do?  Do MORE of that.

7.)  What DONT I like to do?  Find a way to delegate so I do LESS of that.

8.)  What is one thing I’ve never done but always wanted to do?  Begin researching what it would take to make it happen…the DO IT before December 31st (At least step 1 to make it happen)

9.)  Do lots of writing.

10.)  Be the best ME I can be.  LOVE that “me” and realize that perfection is NOT on this list.  Not anywhere.

NOW – go make a list of things that you can LOVE achieving in 2014.  One that will make you a better you, and not that will beat you up for not being MORE than you are, but will celebrate the best of WHO you are.


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