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My girl turned 4 the other day!!! 😊
I still can’t believe it. I made the mistake of watching videos of her when she was so itty bitty… (Don’t recommend!) Tears everywhere. I feel like time is flying by and I’m almost afraid to blink. My Aubrey is so smart, sassy, sensitive, and brave.

Hopefully we’ll be getting a call soon to let us know if she’s been accepted into the preschool here. I keep asking her to slow down, but there’s no stopping her now. 💕

So as a former smoker (I haven’t smoked in over 2 years. Double majoring was stressful, okay?) I’d like to remind all you current smokers that standing right next to a building’s only entrance, especially like a grocery store, to smoke is inconsiderate and defeats the fucking purpose of going outside to smoke. People have no choice but to walk past you. Go to your car or to the far corner of the building. Even e-cigs. You Thomas the Steam Engine assholes are no better. Away with you.

Also, as a mom-to-be in less than a month, (holy shit, I need to post some stories before then) I’d like to remind smoker family members/friends of those with infants and children that 3rd hand smoke exposure is a thing and has a link to SIDS. This includes any residues or lingering odor.

And let’s be honest: you stink. You probably don’t smell it, because that’s how your olfactory system works. Everyone else, especially a new mom, can smell it, I promise. Don’t think that drenching yourself in body spray is going to help either. If you’re going to visit someone with a new baby, just don’t smoke prior to coming inside the house. Shower/wash your hands, put on fresh clothes, transport yourself, visit, and wait until you’re gone to light up. They don’t want you over long, anyway. You’ll survive an hour or whatever. No one wants their brand new crotch fruit smelling faintly like a dive bar, after you’ve held them. We want them to smell only like crotch fruits for a little while. Be considerate.

I have been a childcare professional for almost six years and been a parent for ten.

Whenever someone says that children are too young to learn about ‘gay’ stuff, I practically die laughing because, ladies and gents:

I have seen small children do WAY more stereotypically ‘gay’ stuff than straight without a care in the bloody world.

I have seen little boys happily put on dresses, kiss each other, hug, take care of babies, expertly put a nappy on a doll and be completely unafraid to cry when they’re hurt.

I saw two little boys being Dads and when one of them asked me ‘Can you ask one of the girls to be the Mummy?’ I replied ‘Well, some houses have two Dads, why don’t you guys have two Dads?’ and THEY SHRUGGED, NODDED AND WENT OFF TO PLAY TWO DADS.

I have seen little girls declare loudly they will marry their best friend, marry two dollies together, play house with two mums, build aeroplanes out of lego, get angry and love dinosaurs.

Why? Because they don’t give a shit what you think and they haven’t been told any of this is ‘wrong’. Maybe none of these children are gay, but the fact that they think- KNOW- that this stuff is just stuff and any basis in gender or sexual preference is completely arbitrary, is so important and it gives me so much hope.

Also, I asked my daughter if she wanted to marry a boy or a girl, she said girl.

Because it’s an option. So there.

I am your mother.
You are my child.
I am your quiet place.
You are my wild.
I am your calm face.
You are my giggle.
I am your wait.
You are my wiggle.
I am your dinner.
You are my chocolate cake.
I am your bed time.
You are my wide-awake.
I am your lullaby.
You are my peek-a-boo.
I am your goodnight kiss.
You are my I love you.
Let's get real for a second

Being a single mom is hard. Like really hard.

Everything is on me, from things as small as cooking dinner to things as big as potty training. Every single day, every single minute I hear the constant whines, cries, laughter, and “mommy’s” I don’t know what silence is. I don’t know what it means to sit down and watch a 30 minute TV episode.

My house often goes unclean. Sometimes we eat Easy Mac for dinner. I usually go 3 days between showers.

New clothes, the cost of daycare, anything from Tylenol to toys to diapers is all paid for by me.

And the kicker? Society looks at single moms like WE’RE the ones that failed, that we couldn’t keep our legs closed, or we did something to make our man run away. But what society doesn’t see is the millions of articles I read to be a better mom, the time I’m taking off work so I can be at my son’s school party, or that I’m stretching myself thin to give my son everything he wants.

Single moms are by far the strongest beings on this entire planet and I think we deserve a little more recognition than we receive.