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Ah, Spring. Birds are chirping, flowers blooming and the sun is shining. Time to enjoy the fresh air and some delicious iced drinks on the patio. But one of my favorite things to do is grow my garden.
There is nothing more delicious than food you grow yourself. Of course you want your fruits and vegetables to grow lush and tasty and there are lots of ways to make that happen. I decided this year to start my own compost. It’s very simple and anyone can make one.
If you go through a lot of eggs like us, save the shells. I especially love shells. They’re a slug repellent because like us they don’t want to crawl on them. Lint from your dryer can go in too. Any vegetable or fruit scraps are perfect. Grease and meats are to be left out. Make your own coffee? Then throw your old grounds in there.
Now what do you put this all in? Well first we tried a mason jar. It’s great for kitchen counters but make sure you pop a couple holes in the top. We needed a bigger capacity container. I found a left over popcorn tin from Christmas. Had my husband drill some holes in the lid for me and set it outside on the patio. The sun helps speed up your process. Make sure you’re shaking it up too. This ensures it all decomposes.
Once you’ve got it all in a good “rot” you can start mixing it in to your soil. Keep adding and composting. This can be done year round.
Goodluck and happy harvest.
The other day I was running around the grocery store. Zipping in and out of aisles and enjoying my few minutes of being kid free. I strolled down the toiletries aisle and saw a young mom to be and her husband. Naturally I admired her growing baby and thought how excited they must be. Then I heard her say it. The words that shattered my heart into a million pieces. Such a bad break that only kisses from my daughter could fix it.
I’m afraid I will get fat and be covered in stretch marks. You won’t find me attractive anymore.
The look on her husband’s face was pure love. He pulled her forward and held her tight. Told her that he will love her new body. That it was beautiful that she was using her body to give him such a precious gift. Like any vulnerable woman, I felt her pain. I knew it was hard for her to believe him. And I wish she did.
I’ll never forget when I felt that way. It took me a long time to feel better too. I wasn’t getting stretch marks. My body was growing healthy and beautiful. Then I was struck down with Pre-eclampsia at 34 weeks. The swelling began on my feet and worked its way around my entire body. In a few days I was up 20 pounds from the pitting edema. It was painful to move or breath. My body looked like I had a reaction to food. Even my eyelids were retaining water.
As I lie in that hospital bed, I remember thinking how ugly I was going to look. I’d be so fat and saggy. Covered in stretch marks. Jake wouldn’t be attracted to me anymore. I examined the marks appearing on my body. My calves had tiny blue lines. They worked their way up on to my thighs and hips. I held a mirror under my giant belly and saw it was covered with these unwelcome marks. There was no way he’d look at me and think I’m sexy again.
One morning my nurse came in to check on me. She could tell I was upset and asked what was wrong. I explained how ashamed I was of my body. She said the best words that rang truer than true. She lifted her scrub top to show me her stretch marks. She had these deep purple tears across her abdomen. She said,
I’ve never felt as sexy as I do being a mom.
She told me she had 3 kids and got pre-eclampsia as well with her first child. Each pregnancy gave her more stretch marks. And every time she battled with body image issues, her husband would show her how sexy she was and is.
Now over 2 years postpartum, I am so in love with this body. I have marks every where it seems, including my breasts. For me they’ve become my battle scars. Constant reminders that I’m stronger than I think. Nothing and no one can bring me down. I fought for my daughter’s life and my own. I walked through the flames of Hell and came out even stronger.
I don’t understand why it is so shameful and embarrassing to have stretch marks. Damn the media and those who make you feel bad for your appearance. I see all of these ads showing being strong like a girl and empowering young ones. But where are the ads of women with stretch marks showing how beautiful they are? Lane Bryant has a new ad on showing women who are fuller and with more curves than we see in the magazines. That’s great but again, no stretch marks.
That’s been one of the biggest problems for women. They become so self-conscious and ashamed because they don’t look like Heidi Klum after having several kids. Well enough is enough. I’m tired of people grimacing at the word stretch marks. I wear my tiger stripes with pride! These love handles and muffin top are there to remind me that I am a strong woman. My body did something so amazing. It made a human being. I don’t care if my breasts sag. They nourished my child and kept her healthy.
I may be getting fit again and healthy but I’ll never look like I did before becoming a mom. Which is fine, because my skin still sags from being pushed far past it’s limit. This new body is a masterpiece that should be appreciated. Like my hubby said, being a mom is sexy. He finds me even sexier. My curves are beautiful and he loves them. So I challenge someone to say I’m not a hot mom. It’s sexy to care about your family and even sexier to have confidence. A smile is the most beautiful thing you can wear. Wear it with pride knowing you’re beautiful and perfect.
Now go strut your stuff and let haters hate. They’re just jealous of what you have and who you are.
The other day my toddler brought me her cereal bar asking me to open it. I told her I wouldn’t and that if she was hungry she could finish the food she left at the table with two bites missing. Instantly the pouty lip forms with a shoulder heaving induced sigh. Multiple times. Tiny feet stomped back towards the pantry and were immediately followed with glares and angered mumbling. I helped her climb back up to the table and sit down to enjoy her meal. I acknowledged her spite and explained that the attitude needed to change. There are children in our own neighborhood that aren’t as fortunate to have such lavish meals. So remember to say thank you. A big smile came across her rounded face with a big ‘K, thanks’ and face stuffing.
I won’t tell people how to raise their kids but if I’m asked for advice I will lend it. If I feel a child is in an unsafe environment or situation, yes I will intervene. But there are some lessons we all should need to be teaching our children.
1.) Please and thank you go a long way: My not even 2 year old knows how to use these properly and I see grown adults that feel it’s beneath them almost.
2.) Gratitude in it’s true form collects more positive for your life: If you put positive into the world you almost always get it back. Like Grandma says, “Honey collects more flies than vinegar.”
3.) There’s no I in Team: We’re mammals and we like to be in communities. Watch a group of kindergarten children and you’ll learn how easy it is to work together.
4.) Not everyone will always agree: Your child may not agree to bath time but that’s fine. You either compromise and say then you get one when you wake up or you find a new solution. Mom usually wins, unless it’s against a 2 year old.
5.) Be you: You are you and that’s beautiful. Don’t let anyone change that. But if my teenage girl comes walking out dressed like a showgirl for school you can bet I’m making her change!
6.) Do what you love so you love what you do: Now if you want to be a showgirl fine but try and make it so you’re working with a magician. Perks are you learn the tricks and no one to compete with. Plus mama wants to know where they dissappear to.
7.) There is evil in the world: The sooner you learn to handle it the better off your life will be. Jealousy will bring you down if you let it. Like T. Swift says, shake it off.
8.) No one knows everything: Except your mom. ALWAYS listen to your mother! And clean behind your ears.
9.) Don’t fear a challenge: Like your favorite football player, run and never let anyone bring you down.
10.) Be open to new things: While today you may hate bananas, tomorrow I bet you’ll love them with some peanut butter and jelly. Or even sushi (mama won’t ever let you know she hates veggies).