Read this article today ... heart breaking. 

http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/latestnews/stories/012210dnmethanging.a15c906e.html

What could possibly have prompted a 9 year old to take his own life?  My heart just breaks for this child, his family and friends and all who knew him.  Suicide shouldn't even be in the minds of our children, but unfortunately, we live in a world that forces our children to grow up far more quickly than they have the ability to deal with.

My thoughts and prayers are with this family today ...

Little Bit will be getting a few extra hugs and kisses tonight, and an extra dose of prayer said over her.

It occured to me this week, as I was attending my company's National Business Meeting, that there are some things that seem to cross the minds of many other mom's but that never cross mine.

For example, I was talking to a group of mothers that started asking if they'd each called their children's school to check on whether dad was getting them there on time and in "good condition".  Several responded that of course they had, they wouldn't think of not calling every day to check.  I mentioned that I hadn't even thought of doing that and was told that, in time, I'd learn to always "follow up" on dad when I'm away.  Something about this attitude bothered me.

That got me thinking ...

Why did these women seem so obsessed with checking up on their husbands, behind their backs?   Perhaps they had good reason to but to me, it seemed they just weren't comfortable with the idea of their husbands caring for their kids.  They were concerned about whether they were wearing the right clothes, getting to the right activities on time and, in general, concerned that the world at home was falling down without them there to hold it up.

Which also got me thinking ...

Was I comfortable with Little Bit being home with her daddy? 

I'm very happy to say that yes, I was.  Everything may not have been done that way that I do it when I'm home, but honestly, that doesn't really matter.  In fact, some things, like the after bath time dance of drying hair, putting on lotion and getting in to pj's, I'd venture to say daddy does better than me.  He may have fed her carne asada, something I never would've considered, but she ate it, loved it and was all the better for having tried it. 

In a world where, as women, we ask for all things to be equal at home and at work, why do we still talk about our husbands like they are neaderthals, incapable of holding down the fort when we're away?  My personal belief is that what we expect to get is what we actually get. 

If we expect our husbands to be equal partners in raising the kids, managing the house and contributing to the checkbook, perhaps we should treat them as equals?

If there is one thing I'm getting tired of in regards to nursing, its the following question:

How much longer are you going to breastfeed?

Do non-nursing mom's get asked how much longer they are going to feed their babies formula?  I'm serious here, not rhetorical.  I've never heard someone ask this of a non-nursing mother but I'm merely a sample of one & could be completely off base.  I've been asked this question by moms and non-moms alike but its always from those that chose not to nurse their own children.  So I wonder, because they didn't do it themselves, is that the reason they ask how much longer I'm going to feed my child?  I'm not upset by it, I'm just a bit frustrated by the lack of forethought behind the question and the implication that I'm somehow not fitting in to the idea of a "normal mother" that sometimes accompanies it.  Plus, I've been asked this several times, by different people, within the last 3-4 days so its had time to sit and stew in my mind.

Next time you think of asking a nursing mom how much longer she's going to breastfeed, think for a split second if you'd be asking that question were she not a nursing mom.  The answer might surprise you ... and if it does, congratulate her on sticking with a choice that, even on the best day, is not the easy way out.

Last week, I had a definate Not Me! moment.  Cue up the scene in my kitchen...

Teething Little Bit finally quiet in her high chair, and detached from me for what felt like the first time all day, after a yummy dinner of some kind of creamed chicken apple compote that looked anything but yummy to me.  Cheerios happily in place on her tray to keep her amused. Mama at the stove, whipping up some spaghetti for my own dinner and our enthusiastic boxer, asleep in his chair in the living room. 

Until the sound of a Cheerio hitting the floor ...

The Not Me! part?  I did NOT keep my back turned to ensure that Little Bit did NOT not feed all her Cheerios to the boxer.  I did NOT, in fact, know ahead of time that this was likely to happen.  I did not NOT care whatsoever if this happened as long as the two of them left me alone long enough to fix some spaghetti so I could finally eat my own dinner.  I'm pretty sure Little Bit attempted to give a few Cheerios to our dog and then changed her mind and ate them herself but as long as I didn't see it happen, I'm going to pretend that it actually didn't.  However, her hands and mouth did get a little extra attention at bath time that night...
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