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The power of words

I was wondering the other day just how many words does a person actually 'utter' each day?  How do you measure that?  I think of random things, I guess.

Then I thought, what about the people who'd rather not speak that much?  Or the ones who speak too much?  Or the ones who want to speak but can't?  Goodness, the list can go on, right?

In all this thought about words, I came to think of the actual 'power' of words.

Words.

They hold energy.

They hold force.

They hold power and love and hate and inspiration and creativity and strife and pain and compassion.

Words hold a whole lot of things.

I then began to recall how words can do great harm.
"You are worthless."
"Nobody loves you."
"I hate you."
"I wish you'd never existed." 
 Those statements up there are powerful in a negative way.  They are like swords with sharp edges as if to inflict the deepest level of pain.  Those words are not forgotten...

I recently read a wonderful study on water and intent.  The author wrote about how the power of 'intent' made a significant and proven difference in something as simple as water.
"The water was blessed or prayed upon by Rabbis for a specific amount of time, thus infusing the water with the prayers. I even came across plastic bottled spring waters in Whole Foods that had mantras on them."-Kiel Pollit
Even an element like water can undoubtedly be affected by our words.  The power of our words can make or break anything.  When placed under a microscope, the water 'showed' the effect of words upon it.
"Merely, writing positive words and affirmations on the sides of water bottles had a similar effect, where negative words made the water lackluster and positive words created beautiful formations."-Keil Pollit
I tell my daughters to choose their words 'wisely' because once said, they cannot be easily taken back.  Once the word(s) is out, it sticks to whatever was its target.

Sure, they get upset and want to rage at each other with hurtful things like, 'you're stupid!' or 'I'm a winner and you're a loser!' I don't like hearing these things from them so it's my job to correct the behavior.

I encourage communication, and discussion and arriving at a 'middle ground' when no one seems to be content because no matter what happens, the only thing that will always remain is love and compassion.

I know how words can make a difference or break a child's spirit.  I know this because I've felt this.  I've heard this.  I've been inflicted with powerfully negative words as well as, powerfully positive ones.  The latter ones I've held onto tightly and owned.

Words, whether positive or negative, stick to everything.  Period.      

I know that my use of words will sear an image, emotion or association in my children's minds.

I stumble upon beautiful words.  I share them with people I love.  I create and string together words of my own to show and feel and make authentic connections.  I. Love. Words...  

I dislike how words are used to judge and beat down and squash others.  Those words hurt.
They stick like a fly drowning in molasses.

My fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Smith, used her words to encourage and inspire and to tell me, "Laura, no matter what you do, no matter where you came from, always know that you are worth it and you are strong. Keep your head up high, beautiful."

Her words stuck to me like walking through a cob web or like a floating dandelion in the breeze.  

Everything begins with the words I choose.  With every word I utter, I am invariably forming the lives of my daughters with how I verbalize things to them.

My tone matters.

My intent matters.

My choice matters.

My words matter.

Words are power and I want nothing more than to bring love and wonder to them through my words.

Here is the work of Dr. Masaru Emoto on "Water Consciousness and Intent"



How are your words making a difference?   

'Oh the thinks...!' A celebration

Today was another one of those special days.  Yes, it was! We celebrated a brilliant mind, a wild imagination and a writer's words that more than likely played a role in each of our learning to read.

The fabulous Theodore Seuss Geisel a/k/a Dr. Seuss!


Celebrations were in order at our local children's museum.  Happy 108th Dr. Seuss! 

Thing 1

Thing 2

Thing 3


We watched a fun and 'live' production of 'Green Eggs and Ham' and later heard two 'Seuss' stories read aloud to an auditorium of about 200 children.  Stories were followed by all of us singing 'Happy Birthday to Dr. Seuss' and yummy CUPCAKES for the kiddies.  

In no particular order, the girls have all chosen THEIR favorite Dr. Seuss book:

Sabrina: 'One fish two fish red fish blue fish'
Luna: 'Green Eggs and Ham'
Kalina: 'Horton Hears a Who'

My favorite is: 'Oh, the Thinks you can Think!'

Here's to a great day celebrating the wonder and life of Dr. Seuss...


"We had fun, we had smiles we heard lot's of laughter for miles..."-vj



To BE?



Every kid is asked, 'What do you want 'to be' when you grow up?'  My personal take on this question is this: It can stifle a young person.

Why?  Because you don't have to BE anything to be important, loved and valued.

I don't ask my children this question nor do I pressure them to decide on a single thing about the future  because the only thing that they 'need' to 'be' right now is a child full of life, wonder and curiosity.
This is what 'being' is (to me.)

I was asked what I wanted 'to be' as a child.  These are my stages of 'to be.'

At age 11, I wanted to a Lawyer.  I 'knew' that going to 'Law School' would give me the ability to defend the rights of children and help those in real need.  My desire to study law arose from my need to prove something to those who'd otherwise think that I'd turn out like my mother, i.e., married several times and have children from different men with zero education to fall back on.
Not the case.  (no pun intended)

At age 13, I admired Barbara Walters and her stories on 20/20.  I decided that I wanted to be a 'Journalist' because I felt that being a journalist meant that the stories that I'd tell would somehow impact people on a personal level and bring out the endearing quality of the human condition.

At age 18 I wrote my first children's story, 'Gordo the Green Penguin' (I still have it.)
I never knew that I had a children's story in me.  I surprised myself.
A couple of years later I decided that I wanted to be a 'Writer of children's books.'  I wanted to color a children's world with the canvas that I never enjoyed or imagined because being a child only happens once.  I wanted to capture the essence of innocence through a tender story.

I didn't become a lawyer or a journalist or a children's story book writer.  I do still desire to write children's books (I will!).

I write.      

I believe that my purpose for writing is first for the absolute LOVE it and second, I think that perhaps through my words, I will inevitably touch the lives of those who find some resonance with my thoughts, ideas and creativity.

Still, it doesn't matter because I'm happy being myself, raw, open, honest and real.

Whatever it is that my children end up doing when they become adults is not up to me.  I can only wish that whatever it ultimately is, makes their hearts happy.  I can only continue to inspire their senses and spark their creativity in subtle ways.  This is all I want for them.

What am I?  I am a writer, from the heart.

My Top 5 Down Sides of Parenting

Parenting.  It brings about a whirlwind of positives and negatives.  
Sometimes the negatives can really be a let down (no, not breast milk.)  

I love my children, but after having three, there have been moments where 
I literally want to yank my hair out.  No. Joke.  

Yes, I know, it comes with the territory but sometimes these moments call for a nice 
glass of ANY red wine or white wine because frankly, I like my hair. 

Here are my top 5 down sides to parenting (in no particular order.) 


1. Potty Panic...

You're finally out the door and on your way to that way overdue grocery shopping.  You can't take another day of canned sardines.  You look through your rear view mirror and are happy to see your beautiful children smiling and carrying on in their car seats when out of the 
wee corner of the backseat you hear, "I have to go pee!" 
THIS is what I call 'potty panic', yes, 
because this shit puts me in a friggin' frenzy.  
Of course, I end up asking the same stupid question of, 
'WHY didn't you go BEFORE we left the house??" (nose flaring and buggy eyed) 
Which of course the answer is ALWAYS "I didn't have to go before." 
Makes me want to just have them pee themselves.  Ugh. 





2. Sibling Bickering...

There is nothing worse than trying to intervene in my children's bickering.  I don't know if it's a girl thing but their level of loudness is way too much on the ear drums.  They.  Are.  Loud.  
"StopitnowbecauseotherwiseI'mnotgoingtogetyouthatwhateverthingyouwanted!" 
Is what I sound like.  



3. Brushing Battles...

I can probably play an entire game of 'Words with Friends' with the many times 
I have to ask the girls to "go brush your teeth." 
What is it with kids and not wanting to go brush their teeth when their asked? 
I don't get it.  It's like, pulling teeth! 


4. The Nighttime Thirst

It never fails to happen, this one.  
You tuck them in bed, give them their hugs and kisses, 
tell them how much you love them 
and wish them 'sweet dreams.'  
You leave the room door ajar and finally go and plop yourself on the couch next to 
your partner, significant other or your cat or dog.  You choose a flick or TV show, you exhale in exhaustion and then a little voice calls out, "I'm thirsty!" 
What the F*ck?? 


5. Fried Brain...

I give you, your NEW brain.  
This is your brain on PARENTING because no matter what we say or do 
or don't say or don't do, the results are the same.  We. Feel. Completely. Fried.  
Sunny side up, anyone? 

The End. 
  

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Simple little Christmas {and some festivities}

Here in the Jubis household, there were three very sweet and very appreciative little girls that shared a very simple little Christmas day with their mama and daddy.

*The girls...Giddy & Bright*


*BUT I will now share this tidbit*

I was utterly EXHAUSTED from the night before.  Actually, that would be a complete UNDERSTATEMENT as to the way I physically and emotionally felt.

My darling husband and I hosted the family Christmas party this year.  It was something we decided to do because my most gracious AND self-less mother-in-law is the one that normally takes on this giant task with no 'pre' OR 'post' help.  Plus, I love her dearly.  We have a great relationship.  She's so special and sweet and loving and she gets me.  I'm lucky.  And she's almost 72 years old!

Heck, I'm 34 and I was totally spent so I CANNOT imagine a women of my MIL's age doing all that alone!

(insert passive aggressive sarcasm here)
All I have to say is that I have THREE daughters and you better BELIEVE that one day, they will be assisting their mama with celebratory pre AND post help.  No.  Excuses.  Period.

SO, since we did not go out of town this year (last year we were in Oregon with friends), we made it our task to host.  The truth is that we love having people over.

The most exhausting part was preparing the entire party alone.  Stuff gets really crazy with three children and limited hands.  Nope, I never grew that third and fourth arm.  Shucks!

My AMAZING and BRILLIANT (yes, I gloat about him with no shame) husband took the three girls and spent the entire day with them while I prepared and did what I had to do to get the house in tip top shape.  He was my secret weapon.  I love you, crazy! ♥

Naturally, my guests arrived at eight o'clock p.m. sharp and I was STILL in black leggings, flip-flops, a sweaty tee-shirt and my hair looking like I had stepped out of a whirl wind machine.

My dear friend (& sitter) saved my delayed self by brushing the girls' hair and keeping some things in check while I got ready.  She was also my shoulder to cry and vent on when I was about to lose it in my bathroom as well.  She brought me a decadent chocolate treat to ease my anxiety.  Yum!  She's awesome.  Thank you, Grachu!

One hour later, I made my 'hostess' entrance.  Finally!

All in all, the party was a sheer success! Yay! Everyone ate, laughed, talked, danced, children ran around giddy and shrieking happy sounds and then it was over.  Thank.  Goodness.

If you're wondering if I'd do it all over again then your answer is, Yes!  I WILL do it again because as long as my sweet MIL does NOT have to work, I'm happy to host but hopefully with a WHOLE lot more help next time.

Enjoy some Christmas morning moments of my three sweet little girls now...

*Sabrina was anxious for THAT Monster High girl*

*Hubby and I spent an hour putting that little house together the night before*

*Luna loves laptops*

*Sponge Bob Lego madness*

*Felt food is fun*

*Liv Girl craze*

*Kalina has La La Loopsy fever* 

*Monster High Madness*



*For the Architect in him*

*The aftermath*
Seriously considering going 'paperless' next year.

*Love*

*tiny doll fun*

*Miss Goldie was part of the fun too!*

It was simple. 
It was fun.
It was quiet.
Now my work is done.
Til next Christmas! 







Trans'parent' or Why my past SUCKS for my daughters

Earlier this year I shared with you my story of abuse and it was a HUGE release for me emotionally, mentally and spiritually.

Enormous.

That shitty story really screwed with my mothering but I got rid of the toxic hell it was causing me.  I THANK YOU for reading and commenting (if you did.)  I'm a better mother for it.  Really.

I was scared to DEATH the day I became a mother.  I really, really was! I knew that from the moment I pushed that first little round head out of my body, that I had a HUGE obligation to her, my first daughter, later my second daughter and now my third daughter to be one thing: Transparent.


{my luna & her sign}

I'm not exactly sure when I thought this but I know that at some point, I promised myself that I would strive to be honest, open and as transparent as I could possibly be with them.  It's the LEAST that I could do right?!

No secrets.

No guessing.

No omitting my truth.

I sometimes worry that my past puts a fat damper on their lives.  I have a million fucking phobias and I'm skeptical of just about EVERYTHING even when it's starring me straight in the face.  I have issues!


{I hope Kalina loves her curls as much as I do when she's older...}

Here's 5 reasons why my 'past' totally SUCKS for my daughters (in no particular order):

  1. There is a high probability that I will NEVER allow my daughters to a) have a slumber party or b) sleep over a friend's house (for obvious reasons.)  
  2. I don't trust MOST people because, yes, I'm ultra jaded and super skeptical and because I'd probably bite the head off of ANYONE that would mess with them.  Period.  
  3. My parents rarely partake in the mundane moments of their lives because, well, they weren't really there during mine (sorry Mom & Dad!) Sucks for the girls...  
  4. There is a good chance that by the time that they are 11 or 12 years old, they'll be wearing a women's size 8 in shoe because it happened to me.  Both my husband and I have big ass feet! You can find me in the women's size 10 shoe isle.  Sorry girls! 
  5. If any of them chooses to 'ask' me if they could get a tattoo or a body piercing, I'm going to have to say YES because I certainly cannot be one of those 'do as I say, not as I do' sorta parent unless you count the time that I said, 'Eat your chicken!' while I scarfed a basket of french fries (not mine, my daughter's.)  Hubby has a tattoo and I have 2 body piercings.  BUT we were 22 and 23 when we decided to 'decorate' our bodies.  So I guess we sorta 'win' after all.  Sorry girls! 
That's all.  

My.

Own.

Crazy.

Trans'parent'

Worries.  


{hubby's view of me...} 


My top 10 Etsy Holiday 'Kids' Gifts under $25

There's something to be said about a 'handmade' gift.  Someone took the time to construct, assemble, design or simply stitched every piece of the item with care, passion and love.  I love this about Etsy.  Etsy shops are the home of a true artisan and artisan lover (I believe I am both.)  While I've stumbled upon many, many lovely, inspiring and creative shops loaded with incredible doodads, you can never peruse Etsy enough and not be overjoyed with your 'new' discovery.

Today I've compiled ten of my favorite little potential holiday gifts for children all under $25.  Most of my finds are for girls (sorry, I can't help myself having three of my own!) I hope you find some or all of them interesting! Happy Etsy'ing'!


Super Hero Capes by Super Fly Kidz shop.  
My girls are HUGE fans of super heros (yes, even if they are girls).  
How cute are these hand made capes?! $19.99 is an 'super' deal! 


A sweet 'Holiday' pillow case dress by Mommy & Mia-My Grandmother's Closet shop
I happen to LOVE pillow case dresses 
PLUS they look so adorable in a family 'Holiday' photo! 
$18.00 for a dress sewn with love...


Lalaloopsy custom made doll dress by Alisha's Creations shop. 
My girls LOVE these adorable dolls & Hello Kitty as well.  
For $14.00 I'm sure any little girl will have a BIG smile on her face! 


I love felt ANYTHING so when I saw this by Mom Engineered shop 
I was practically sold especially at $9.00.  
A great gift for any child that loves art! 

Felt Fruits by Little Fruits shop. 
My three year old is a lover of imaginative kitchen play 
so these are great for little thinkers like her! 
$8.00 is fabulous! 

Simple wooden guitar puzzle by Grandpa's Woodshop.  
This is a perfectly simple educational toy and the best part is that it's 'natural' wood.  
Lovely at $14.95


Crochet finds are so special and this little beret by Crochet A Smile shop is a darling gift for $15.00


'Peace' matching tees for a sweet girl and her doll is a two for one gift by Ring Salad shop.  
American Girl Dolls are the rave in this household. At $21.99 it's a bargain & handmade!


We cannot have enough hair accessories with all the hair dos going on here.  
These shabby chic barrettes are TOO CUTE 
by My Lemonade Dream shop .  $4.00 is too good to pass up! 


Custom made kiddie apron with accessories by Kid Threads shop. 
A wonderful gift for the playful one or the chef in training! $15.00 is a 'sweet' deal!  

 Hope you've enjoyed my little Etsy finds! Happy Etsy'ing' everyone! 

The big O


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Obesity.  It has sadly become the center of attention in children in this predicament.  The Huffington Post reported on a third grader weighing more than 200 pounds being removed from his home and placed into foster care.  My reaction?  Heartbroken.  Also, a 200 pound child?? Really? Sad...

The issue of weight and body image affects EVERYONE besides the person whose obese.  I have several loved ones that are currently considered 'obese' including my mother and younger sister.  It's difficult for me to see people that I love suffer and be stigmatized by the entire world.  I've never been obese but it has affected me greatly.

The saddest part is when a child, like the one mentioned in the Huffington Post is subjected to this type of enforcement.  It's a touchy predicament and it's easy to place BLAME on the parent.  I get it.  I'll admit that when I see a child between the ages of 1 and 12 that is overweight or obese, I look at the parent FIRST.  The judgments that one creates by simply 'seeing' an obese child are immeasurable.  Imagine the emotional psychological implications this child will inevitably have to deal with for the rest of his life?  He probably thinks that he's not loved or wanted or worse, a burden to society.  I cannot imagine.

Was the action taken for this child too harsh?  What did his mother 'try' to do about her son's weight?  I don't know any of these answers and I'd be lying if I told you that I don't partially agree with what was done to get this child 'healthy.'  But again, it's easier to judge and place ultimatums on the issue.

I worry about my children and the pressures of not becoming 'fat' because I also worried about this as a child.  I didn't want to look like my mother so I was always hyper aware of her 'obesity.'  My view of body image has been tainted by what I've seen in so many loved ones that have struggled with poor food choices.  Recently, one of daughter's playmates was diagnosed with Diabetes and he's only 7 years old, the same age as my eldest.  Unfortunately, diabetes runs on my maternal side of the family.  So that means that I have to be even more vigilant of the risk to my children AND myself.  Sucks!

According to the American Diabetes Association , 25.8 million children and adults in the US have diabetes.  That's 1 in 3 children and it's frightening.  The bottom line is educating oneself on food choices, reading labels, choosing sensibly and ultimately not falling for all the processed foods available especially for our children.  Yes, this is easier said than done but it CAN be done.  There are wonderful resources that one can learn from.  Here is a short list of my favorites:

www.mercola.com 
Michael Pollan's 'In Defense of Food'
Why We Get Fat

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