My First Un-Broken Mother’s Day

The other day the mere sight of my daughter brought me to tears. She is so darned cute! It really is amazing how much I love her and how dedicated I am to being the best mother I can be for her. Maybe that’s why all the Mother’s Day ads are also bringing me to tears. Because for the first time in my life, Mother’s Day isn’t breaking my heart.

When I was only 3 months old my mother decided to abandon my father and I. She walked away in the middle of the night with no warning and without giving a reason. She just left. The pain she caused then was only compounded later as she developed a pattern Continue reading

Why Your Baby Won’t Get My Vote

It seems that every month or so there is a new baby beauty pageant taking over Facebook, and I’m being hounded by moms everywhere to vote for their precious tot. My answer? No thanks. I’m not interested. It’s not that I don’t think your babies are adorable. In fact, I like to think that mine is the most adorable of them all. But, I am not interested in parading my daughter’s photo in front of everyone to be judged, nor do I want to judge yours. In my opinion, an online pageant is just the beginning of raising my daughter to believe that her worth comes from superficial sources such as the way she looks. Sure, she’s too young to even realize what’s happening, let alone be affected by it right now. But as her mother I have decided that certain things are just not for us, and beauty pageants are out. It’s not that I’m worried that she’ll become the next Kim Kardashian, posting endless selfies online all day and obsessing over trends and labels. No, it’s the fear that she’ll be one of the unfortunate souls who doesn’t land a reality TV series and instead lives seemingly endless, unhappy days wishing that she had looks, possessions, or a lifestyle that just doesn’t happen for her. And so, in lieu of pageants, I want to encourage my darling daughter to engage in activities that will teach her about friendships, strength, knowledge, self-reliance, and of course self-worth. That encouragement starts with my opting out of your contest. And so, good luck to you, but you won’t get a vote from me.