Chronicles of a Single Mom #17 – My Child the Teacher


Anyone who’s had the opportunity of parenthood in some way or another will tell you that it’s a learning experience.
Unlike schools and universities, however, there’s no manual and the life-long experiment that you signed up for doesn’t always go as planned. As a matter fact, 99 percent of the time it ends up the polar opposite than what you expected.
Fortunately, there are moments where little Crayola and Play-Doh covered nuggets are dropped in your path and they’re not as painful as stepping on a Lego at 1 a.m. in the morning.
I had one of those moments Saturday.
After coming back home from doing some work-related things, I’m surprised with the following scene. Picture it: There’s a beach towel in my hallway complete with an open umbrella, two twinning baby dolls and a beach bag. Throw in a 9-year-old girl with a sunhat, shades, scarf, sandals and a sundress.
So here’s the story: Apparently she was sick of the weather created by Hurricane Matthew so she decided to go to the beach. (I didn’t’ ask which one.) Instead of dealing with the all-day rain, flash flood warnings and brief power outage she decided she’d create the situation she wanted to be in.
After giving it some thought, the lesson she was teaching hit me. Who knows if it was meant for me specifically but here’s what I took from it.
We, as adults, are often placed in situations that we don’t necessarily want to be in but how often do we actually try to change our outlook? Do we wallow in our displeasure and unhappiness or do we take what we’re given and go to the beach? I don’t mean that we have to go on a physical trip but do we set up our metaphoric Tiki Bar and enjoy things in spite of whatever’s going on?
I’m guilty of letting some circumstances overpower my positive mindset but I’m deciding to not let that happen again. I won’t be spreading any towels out in the hallway but I’ll try and imagine a brighter outcome for anything that comes my way.
Who knew that the person I was tasked with teaching about life would turn right around and do the same thing for me?
Scary, right?
I do agree with her on one thing.
There’s nothing like a sunny getaway in the midst of a storm.
Especially when it promises fruity drinks and a beautiful view.
I’m Just Saying.


Chronicles of a Single Mom: Post #6- Little Moments


You often hear it’s the little moments that count in a child’s life.
As a single parent, I find myself dividing my time between work, house work and other various activities as many parents do.
I also find myself trying to compensate for not being there as much as I can through gifts, treats and the like. I don’t want to be that parent.
So while thinking of ways that we can spend quality time together, it dawned on me that we do in a nontraditional sense.
Thru television.
I admit it might not be the best approach but it works for us. Our tradition of watching “Survivor” or the “Amazing Race” has evolved from just watching a little television before we go to bed to fruit and cheese trays in preparation for the season premiere or finale. It’s even as complex as not watching an episode while the other is gone. We wait and on-demand it later when we can watch it together.
While we both enjoy the show, some episodes more than others, it’s not really about the television. It’s about an 8-year-old and 30-year-old finding some common ground that allows them to have raw dialogue if only for 60 minutes. Okay, 65 minutes if you add checking a scene from next week’s episode.
So nontraditional, right?
I don’t mean the usual dialogue about the shows or the challenges. We do that as well but most of those lead to conversations about social issues, disparities, cultural differences, geographical challenges and so on that may be exposed through the show and their contestants. It gives us a chance to talk about those things that we might not see, do or experience in our culture, relationships or geographical location.
It gives us a chance to talk about the differences between ourselves and others.
It gives us a chance to talk about family dynamics and how they impact us as humans from youth to adulthood.
To have a moment where we’re not worried about chores, what’s for dinner tomorrow, or how hectic our schedule is.
Most of all it gives us a chance to talk. To freely express ourselves and cultivate a relationship that will last a lifetime.
Or at least until she hits those teenage years and we begin yelling instead.
So I’ll take these little moments even if I have to share them with Jeff Probst and Phil Keoghan.
I’m just saying.