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Showing posts with label WAHM. Show all posts

Saturday, September 19, 2015

My Kids Will Not Use Facebook or Drink Starbucks: And Other Lies Parents Tell Themselves

Confession:
When my children were younger, and before they discovered social media, or had any desire to use any social media websites, I used to verbally lambaste the modern craze; and insist that children do not need to be connected to social media because it was potentially dangerous and unnecessary, and MY children do not and will not use it. (imagine with high-pitched, haughty windbag voice)

I was full of sh*t.  Well, the thing was that at the time, I wasn't.  I fully believed what I was saying, but I was naive,  The naivety however, wasn't insofar as motherhood inexperience, but simply in myself, not realizing that as much as I knew, I knew nothing; and as smart as I was, I wasn't.  And none of us are - no matter how much we are.  Confused?  Simply put: Life happens in phases and every phase brings a new set of circumstances to navigate with different landscape, different rules and different tools.  We learn as we go and intellectual arrogance is a faux pax.

But lets get back to the point...

Friday, September 11, 2015

First Confession

Here is why I started this blog: 
Because I read somewhere that it's best to be authentic.  Maybe I wrote that too, once upon a time, but the difference is that I was full of shit when I wrote it, although, in my own defense, I didn't know it until later.
I am a communication consultant - and I erased that statement twice and retyped it because here is how my thoughts happen:

I shouldn't say that because it makes me sound stupid.  If I communicate for a living this all might screw up my image.
My image? What is my image?  What am I trying to do?  The whole point of THIS blog is to be ME and express that in raw, naked authenticity. 
Why do I even need to share that with the world?  I don't really know, but I know that I need to.  I should.  I am called to.  Called? Hmm... Well on with some prolific tapping of the keyboard.  

Authenticity.  What does that mean?  It means genuine, real.  Not a faker or a poser or a phony.  So basically it is something none of us actually are; not 100% of the time anyway and you know, that's okay.  For real!

And that is what I'm going for here.  

Here is how it all unfolded: