Candace Walsh

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Guest Blogger Simone Snyder: A little destiny in the Mothering library

November 6th, 2009

I tell pretty much every pregnant woman I know to come check out the Mothering lending library. It has an extensive collection of books and other materials ranging in topics, from natural parenting to childbirth preparation to medical texts. Knowing that at any given moment there could be someone rummaging through the books, I should have been more prepared when I was confronted by that book.

I was astounded to find What to Expect When You are Expecting lying on the floor. Thinking my co-worker, who is a midwifery student, had selected the book, I shouted my objections loud and clear, only to turn around and discover that there was a bewildered pregnant woman staring back at me.

I apologized profusely, but instead of being offended she was quite interested to learn why I objected so. My life revolves around pregnant women. Not only do I work at Mothering, but I am a doula, childbirth educator, and prenatal massage therapist, so any opportunity to sit down with someone to talk shop is a welcome one. I told her about my experience 8 years ago; I remembered it so well; I was about 3 months pregnant sitting in the bathtub with highlighter in hand. I was so ready and so eager to learn all I could and well, let’s just say What to Expect When You are Expecting was not what I was expecting at all!

Don’t get me wrong. The book was informative, if all you want to read about is every possible complication you could experience while pregnant. The book terrified me. The diet portion of the book was militant, and everything about labor and the birth of your baby was quite medical. I believe that pregnant couples should take an active role in their education, and should inform themselves about all aspects of this miraculous journey. But at the same time, there is power in the positive and for one source to focus so much on all the bad things that could (though rarely) happen is unfortunate.

I felt relieved and could only wish that someone had been there to warn me all those years ago in my bathtub. This library visitor and I had chosen that book for all of the same reasons (because it’s popular, because we wanted to learn all we could) but now she had placed it back on the shelf. However, now she looked to me to provide her with some alternatives. There is nothing I enjoy more than sharing a good book, especially books about pregnancy and birth, and I have pretty much read them all. Lucky me, right at my fingertips I had my favorite books to bless her with.

The first one I recommended was Having a Baby Naturally by Peggy O’Mara. Sure, she is one of my heroines, but in addition to that, it is just such a wonderfully positive and empowering read. It is pretty much the antithesis of What to Expect. It is full of ideas for achieving memorable, healthy pregnancies and empowering births.

I also strongly suggested she check out Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth. In our culture we are inundated with images of women in agonizing labor—screaming at their doctors and partners, rushing off to the hospital the second their water breaks, and because drama sells, eventually something goes wrong and the woman and/or baby must be saved. In both of Ina May Gaskin’s books (Spiritual Midwifery and Guide to Childbirth) the reader is exposed to beautiful birth stories as well as practical information about pregnancy and childbirth. The stories are not overly idealistic. Occasionally there is a complication, but the reader learns that even these obstacles can be handled calmly.

An additional favorite is Pregnancy, Childbirth and the Newborn by Penny Simkin, Janet Whalley, and Ann Kepler. I always recommend this book because I read it first as a pregnant woman and the second time as a student doula. This book is no-nonsense, and covers everything from the anatomy of the pregnant woman to the history of infant feeding. I think it is very well organized and not at all overwhelming. I continue to use it as a reference and have worn the binding down.

Another Penny Simkin treasure is The Birth Partner. This book comes with me to every single birth I attend, even my own. Everyone should read this one—moms, doulas, and partners—because it really is “everything you need to know to help a woman through childbirth.” All the tricks of the trade right there in your hands. It is simply invaluable.

In coming to look for informative reading materials this woman stumbled upon me who was only too willing to spend the day talking about natural childbirth and all of the options available to her. We discussed the difference between doulas and midwives as well as the difference in care under a midwife, family practitioner, and OB.

As a doula and educator, by the time I meet the pregnant couple they are usually already in their third trimester. When I was pregnant the first time around, I chose my doula before I had a doctor, or even before I told my family. There is great value in establishing this relationship early on. It allows for a level of comfort and trust that grows with the pregnancy.

Some of us are fortunate enough to have been given the message early on that birth is a natural, normal, process. Others discover the beauty of childbirth along the way. I am eternally grateful to the student doula in my woman’s studies class whose presentation sparked the interest that put me on this path. It’s fascinating to consider that had I just skipped that one class, I may never have been exposed to the concept of a doula, natural birth or Goddess forbid, Mothering Magazine. I have a funny feeling something similar occurred that day in the library.

Simone Snyder is the Product Fulfillment Manager/Street Teams Coordinator at Mothering Magazine. She is a certified doula, childbirth educator, and licensed massage therapist, specializing in prenatal and postpartum massage.

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From Joe Kelly at New Moon Magazine

November 5th, 2009

You know how crucial it is to empower today’s girls with healthy, positive media–alternatives to the toxic media drenching our daughters. New Moon Girls online community and magazine gives girls ages 8 and up a safe, exciting, supportive space to express themselves and hear from other girls around the world. Girls who could be the next Courtney Martin (a finalist this week in Washington Post’s America’s Next Great Pundit contest) whose first article was published in New Moon when she was a girl, 14 years ago.
Sadly, this will all end on 12-31-09 without your help.
New Moon has had a tough year like many other businesses. Even with a lot of effort, we haven’t succeeded in bringing in additional investors this fall, and it’s time to add a new strategy to keep New Moon alive. We have until Dec 31 to reach monthly break-even so that New Moon can grow in the future.
Have we tightened our own belts? You betcha! Right now our monthly expenses are 65% less than they were a year ago. But we still have a gap of $7500 a month to break-even. The good news is that with your help we can close this gap. The gap amounts to only 250 additional orders a month @ $29.95.
You can help by:
Sponsoring memberships for libraries, schools and programs serving low-income girls. It’s quick and easy to sponsor one, ten or 100 girls – every dollar matters!
Buying memberships for all girls 8-14 that you know. Our holiday special saves you 50% after the first order.
Telling everyone what you value about New Moon. Link to us, and follow us on Facebook and Twitter and share with your FB friends and Tweeps.
Please act today so the media universe for girls won’t be totally dominated by Stardoll.com, Seventeen magazine, and worse.
With your help to sponsor memberships for non-profits and to give New Moon as gifts, we can continue to ensure a media that lifts girls’ aspirations, increases their power, and gives them an outlet for their unique perspectives and voices. I’m sending this email to everyone I know and asking you to do the same.

Also, if you (or someone you know) would like to learn more about becoming an investor in New Moon, contact Nancy Gruver: nancyg@newmoon.com.

All the best,
Joe

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Homemade ketchup recipe from Peas of Mind

November 4th, 2009

I just got this awesome recipe from Tami at Peas of Mind, a company that makes healthy frozen vegetable fries, among other things.

When I was growing up, it was a big joke that ketchup was considered a vegetable by the Reagan administration. However, this ketchup recipe is indeed made up of vegetables, along with seasonings. My kids go through a ton of it, which makes me feel better about forgetting to stick something green on their plates now and then.

Rustic Homemade Ketchup

½ a large onion, red or white, diced, about 1 cup

1 teaspoons olive oil

½ teaspoons salt

2 lbs tomatoes, preferably Roma, chopped (about 5.5 cups), 10-12 count

Small pinch of ground cloves

Pinch of black pepper

2 tablespoons tomato paste

4 teaspoons brown sugar

3 tablespoons white wine vinegar

In a large skillet or sauté pan over medium heat, sauté the onion with the oil and ¼ teaspoon of the salt until the onion becomes soft, translucent and is just starting to brown, 8-10 minutes. Add the tomatoes, cloves, black pepper and remaining ¼ teaspoon of salt and stir to combine. Turn the heat up to high, cover and bring to a boil.

Once it’s boiling, remove the lid and boil the mixture on medium-high for 12-15 minutes, stirring about once per minute to avoid scorching. The mixture should have lost a good bit of moisture and become sticky on the surface of the pan. If not, continue cooking.

When the liquid has reduced and the mixture is sticky, turn off the heat. Add the tomato paste, brown sugar and vinegar and stir thoroughly to combine. If using whole cloves, fish them out.

Puree in a food processor or blender for at least 2 minutes and you have ketchup!

Refrigerate in an airtight container for up to seven days or freeze.

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Guest Blogger Rebekah Cowell on Breaking Up with One’s Parents

November 4th, 2009

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When you’re seeing a guy or gal who your closest friends suspect isn’t good for you, there will be one tough-love friend who will pull you aside and say, “It’s a toxic relationship, and you need to move on.”

It’s a little different when we’re talking about toxic parents and family.

For six years I’ve been trying to sort out the meaning of that one word family, and how it relates to me and my decisions to estrange myself from those who are my flesh and blood: the mother who carried me in her womb, the father who rocked me in his arms as a baby.

Recently, I ran across an article in the New York Times by Richard A. Friedman, M.D., When Parents Are Too Toxic to Tolerate.

One sentence stopped my breath. He writes: “The assumption that parents are predisposed to love their children unconditionally and protect them from harm is not universally true.”

This is the hardest concept for many of us to grasp.

When I make new acquaintances and the topic of family finally arises, and I tell them I’m estranged from my parents, the response never varies. First shock, then pity. Usually I must assert, “No, I’m happy. I’m healthier without them.”

Running into the same person later, I might hear, “Have you talked to your parents?”

As a society, we need to believe in certain moral imperatives to survive the darker sides of human nature. For example, most of us want to embrace the idea that a parent and a child should maintain a close relationship for the rest of their lives. At the very least we want to hope that this new parent will love their child no matter what and nurture it with love and compassion.

Friedman writes about a patient who he advised to forgo a parental relationship when this patient came to him severely depressed over being disowned by his religious parents for coming out as a gay man.

“Though terribly hurt and angry, this young man still hoped he could get his parents to accept his sexuality and asked me to meet with the three of them.
The session did not go well. The parents insisted that his “lifestyle” was a grave sin, incompatible with their deeply held religious beliefs. When I tried to explain that the scientific consensus was that he had no more choice about his sexual orientation than the color of his eyes, they were unmoved. They simply could not accept him as he was.”

My greatest sin was going to a liberal arts school, and not marrying in the faith.

When I blew out my wrist in college, ending my dreams of becoming a concert pianist, my mother said, “God took away your music because you weren’t serving him.” My injury was supposed to draw me closer to them, and this God of theirs.

But it didn’t.

I finally cut them off, after struggling with anorexia and trying to take my own life, events that illuminated my revelation that I was actually a better, healthier and happier person without their negativity and hostility in my life.

Less than a year later, I became pregnant, as they call it, “out of wedlock.”
They did not know of my pregnancy until my daughter was one week old – they have never met her.

Giving birth healed pieces of my soul. If anything, becoming a mother has made me ever more unflinching in my resolve that there is no excuse for ever abusing a child.

When I hold my daughter close, and I see the love, security and stability she has, I want to weep for what I lost to two people who were not stable enough to be parents.

My daughter is three, and traveling along this path alone without a family hasn’t been easy. Fortunately, my partner is an invaluable parent, and he believes as do I that our daughter’s happiness and security are our most imperative priority.

So many friends assured me that having my daughter would change things. They believed I would reconcile with my parents and that we would create a new relationship—that my status as a mother would give us a new and healthy way to connect.

I never saw it that way, because that is exactly where my parents let me down: in parenting itself.

How would I sit down with my mother and talk about raising my daughter? What advice would I even begin to accept from the woman who had physically and verbally abused me? What parenting skills would I learn from her?

If I took her parenting advice, I would tell my daughter about an angry God, and I’d fill her mind with stories of demons and the devil. A family member gave me a Cabbage Patch doll for Christmas when I was five, and it was taken away because it was considered “heathen.” My parents did not allow me to attend school past kindergarten, I was forced to wear long dresses that covered me up every day, and I had to attend church several times a week. They told me that any career other than being a wife and mother was a sin.

My parents forced me to learn Bible verses and squelched my beautiful creative soul with a steady diet of “no”s and spankings. Would I make my own daughter kneel on her little knees and ask God to forgive her for her sins, at the age of 4 and then have her baptized before she understands what “sins” were?

No, I would not.

Though I believe that the instinct for mothering and parenting a child with love is strong at birth, I think it can be overridden by environment (and in my family’s case, religious dogmatism). A toxic relationship, whether with a father, mother, or lover, makes us weaker, not stronger. For one’s health alone, letting those relationships go may be the very best chance any of us have for blossoming into the beautiful souls we were created to be.

I’d like to say I’ve sorted out what the word family means to me, but to be honest, the word still conjures more questions than answers. In the last few months, my daughter has picked up what a family is from her books and stories; recently, she grabbed my hand and her father’s hand as we sat together and looked up at us, brown eyes filled with love, and said, “We’re a family.” And perhaps that is my answer.

Family is a concept defined by what you create, and as corny as it sounds, where your heart belongs. My heart did not belong to the people who conceived me, but it has found its home.

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Rebekah L. Cowell is a freelance writer for local newspapers and national publications based in Pittsboro, North Carolina. Prior to motherhood and taking the writing path, she was contemplating law school (what else do you do with a Philosophy degree?) and/or living aboard a sailboat.

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Getting Through a Terrible Preschool Year

November 4th, 2009

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Nathaniel’s last year in preschool was horrible. There’s no other way to say it. He’s in kindergarten now, and I had anxiety over the summer–would this be a horrible year, too? At the same time, I knew worrying wouldn’t help, and that “worry is using your imagination to create things you don’t want,” one of my favorite wise things Ashisha (Mothering’s editor-at-large and resident sage) told me.

He loves kindergarten, and seems to have a new peace about not only school, but his place in the world. It wasn’t good for him to be one of the oldest kids in preschool. He was bored silly, and boredom generates a very naughty Nathaniel. He was consistently freaked out by random physical lashings-out by younger children who bit, hit and kicked. “He doesn’t hurt the kids back, but he breaks things in the classroom later,” I was told. I had a really hard time having a dialogue with the teacher, who didn’t have a phone at home and also did not use email.

He missed his aftercare teacher from the previous year, an angelic young woman who spent the whole aftercare period on a comfy couch with him, reading him stories, stroking his back, and giving him lavender foot rubs. I bet you twenty bucks that when he falls in love with a woman (if he falls in love with a woman) some day, she will resemble the lovely Kelsey.

One day in preschool, Nathaniel ran away from school with a pal and was found a few blocks away, throwing empty glass bottles into the street. I mean, nightmare! That scene could be made into a cartoon about what future juvenile delinquents look like.

Nathaniel stopped breaking things, but he started fighting back. At home, he talked a lot about being kicked, punched, and pushed. There didn’t seem to be a sense of cutting down on that. As if they were puppies, or bear cubs wrestling. Except that I could tell that he felt traumatized by it, and couldn’t relax and enjoy his day. I cried a lot. I cried because I felt for him, and I wished for him that he could avoid conflicts when possible.

Perhaps selfishly, but very humanly, I also cried because it seemed like my child was being seen as “the bad kid” and that made me feel like I had failed him. I cried because I felt like I couldn’t get through to the teacher, and that my concerns were being dismissed and that I was being punished by bringing things to her attention, because that was the only time she would give me a litany of what he had done. And she didn’t tell me beforehand, even though I had asked to know what was going on.

I went to the principal/the head of the school. I felt heard by her, and we even discussed moving him up into kindergarten for the last three months. But…it would rob him of a sense of closure, and not give him the chance to feel like part of an entering class. It might be too stressful and set him up for another uncomfortable school experience.

His dad and I started picking him up every day at 1pm. It seemed to help a lot, because he got more one-on-one time with us AND he missed out on the afternoon vibe, which seemed to get progressively wilder as the day went on. We gave him extra cuddles, and made his bedtime a stricter 7:30pm, so that he was well-rested. I also bought an amazing story book, Healing Stories for Challenging Behavior, by Susan Perrow. I read him stories each night that were captivating and delightful, and also addressed his challenges (bullying, grieving, feeling victimized, being uncooperative and destructive).

I also talked to his big sister about going easier on him right now, because he was having a tough time. Unchecked, she will do all of the classic one-upmanship older sibling stuff, but that was just adding to his load. We needed to support him, build up his confidence, and reinforce positive traits. I was very pleased that she “got it” and changed the way she spoke to him.

To help them both understand, I made up a thing called “friendship bricks” and “friendship smacks.” If you say, “I made this picture,” and someone responds, “I can make a better one,” or “I don’t really like it,” that’s a friendship smack. It undermines a relationship. If you say, “Good job!” or “It’s beautiful!” or even, “Tell me what’s happening in this picture,” that’s a friendship brick. It’s a brick in the wall of a friendship. I reminded them both of this whenever I heard friendship smacks going on in the back seat of the car or at home.

I thought about changing schools, but I also had a strong, deep intuition that he would be okay once he got to kindergarten. It’s a different environment, with different expectations, lots more to be engaged with, and older kids. I feel very committed to our kids’ school overall, and wanted him, in the coming years, to experience what his sister had. We just had to make it through three months. And things did improve, a lot.

We met with his kindergarten teacher yesterday for a routine conference. I had a tight feeling in my stomach. Would it be another upsetting meeting? It was not. His kindergarten teacher told us wonderful things. He’s busy, loves to build elaborate forts, with other kids and on his own; he can be set down next to any child in the class and he has a great time talking/playing with him or her; he is beginning to “sparkle” and his eyes are gleaming with a sense of mastery and enjoyment. He enjoys playing with kids a little younger than him and a little older than him. He’s having fun and he is thriving.

Last week, he told me, “Daddy gave me the striped lunch bag because he couldn’t find my cars lunch bag, and that made me upset, because I had that lunch bag in preschool and that’s when the younger kids were hurting me. I don’t want to see that lunch bag ever again. It makes me upset.”

I became suffused with a flash of bittersweet emotion. I felt proud that he was so lucid about his feelings and associations. I felt sad about the terrible year. “Sweetheart, if you want, I will throw that lunch bag in the garbage as soon as we get home.”

“No, Mommy, don’t do that. Just put it in the garage. I don’t want to use it, but I don’t want you to throw it out, either.”

And so I did. It sits on a shelf next to the extra coffee maker and the leftover paint. For some reason he wants to keep it around, but out of sight. Maybe he gets on some level that this experience was like a ring of a tree, showing growth and also, closure.

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No Mas Weekend

November 2nd, 2009

It was too long. And there were too many things in it. They were all fun. But I could have enjoyed it all more if there was half as much going on. I know, that makes me a cranky introvert.
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1. Really awesome Waldorf Halloween celebration. Check.

2. Neighborhood trick-or-treating, although I am now pretty sure our nabe has the highest concentration of weird people who set up elaborate, graphic recreations of horror movies on their front porches. That’s not freaky at all.

3. Excellent, raucous party that had parents AND kids, and green chile stew and posole.

That was just Saturday.

Sunday, my kiddos performed in a recital. Nathaniel played some viola and Honoree played a solo– “Go Tell Aunt Rhody” on the cello.

Then we mellowed out, I got frozen pizza from Trader Joe’s for dinner, and the kids went to bed EARLY (as in 6pm, because it felt like 7 to them) because grownups needed grownup time. I mean, really. We do, don’t we?

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Sticks and Stones and Eyebrows, Noses

October 30th, 2009

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My daughter came home looking worried the other day after school.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Some kids ran past me on the playground and yelled that I had evil eyebrows,” she said. “They said, ‘Evil eyebrows girl, you have evil eyebrows!’”

My first instinct: justice.

“Who were they?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said. “They were older.”

“You have beautiful eyebrows,” I said. “They’re not evil at all. Besides, eyebrows can’t be evil.”

“I…know…” she said. But I could sense that thing knocking around inside her, that little thing that happens when someone says something shocking or mean or silly or random and we wonder how much weight to give it. Adults are generally more cordial with each other and don’t yell out stupid remarks just because they have a slight urge to do so. Kids have less of a filter.

“If that happens again,” I said, “Say, ‘Why are you running away, chickens? If you care so much about my eyebrows, let’s all go talk about them with the teacher.’” In a perfect world where comebacks come out in time, that would be a decent one, I think, to lob at the Pony Express Eyebrow Dissers.

“Kids used to make fun of my eyebrows when I was little,” I recalled,

Her eyes widened. “They did?”

“Yup. “But then grownups would say that I was lucky to have them, because they were like Brooke Shields’ eyebrows. Brooke Shields was a famous actress with very thick eyebrows.”

I also remember a red-haired boy on the school bus who turned around apropos of nothing and scornfully told me my lips were too big. As if he were the arbiter of middle school facial feature size. He had his own issues, but maybe he thought if he told me first, I wouldn’t wise off about his big white Chicklet teeth.

I related this eyebrow story to female friends my age and they all recalled some feature of theirs that had been ridiculed, although it tended to be their favorite feature as adults. We were sitting around a table in our thirties and forties, couldn’t remember piles of things from childhood, but the Thing We Got Picked On For, that popped right up to the surface in half a second. Susie remembered being called “Miss Piggy” because of her upturned nose. “And I love my nose now. It’s so youthful.”

I can’t control what fool thing comes out of someone’s mouth on the playground–I can’t even control what things come out of my kids’ mouths, although I can respond to what they say in a way that I hope guides them and teaches them about what effect it might have on others.

And, I can say, “I love your eyebrows. You are beautiful. I love you,” channel Tina Fey, and feed her some good response zingers for the next time the Pony Express Fill-in-the-Blank Dissers gallop through town.

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Guest Blogger Jenna Hull on The “Due Date” Thing

October 30th, 2009

“Ping!” You’re due. Like a Thanksgiving turkey. Like an oil change. You. Are. Due.

What is in a due date anyway? One particular date? Out of 365 days of the year, this is thee day you are due. (Okay, okay, I know…it’s not really 365…it’s more like 280 or something.)

Due with what? Ahhh…on second thought, let’s not go there…that’s another Oprah.

Due dates are only accurate five percent of the time. I read this once. So…in other words…..due dates are inaccurate ninety-five percent of the time.

Fabulous system. All the more justification for inductions and scheduling labor and delivery. Ahhh, on second thought…I’m not going there. That’s another Oprah (or maybe I did that one last month…my mind is mush anymore).

So how about a due window? What’s so god awful about that? “You are due to give birth anytime between week 38 and 42. The end.”

Or how about due moons? With my first two pregnancies, I counted the moons. Right now I am approaching my fourth moon. Hmm…due moons…yeah…so who’s going to go for that?

Back to windows…

My due window is mid-April through mid-May.

Oh yeah, I’m with-child. In the family way. Bun in the proverbial oven. To be blunt, knocked up.

Having found my beliefs about birth with my first pregnancy, then having them reaffirmed with the second, I find myself somewhere on this scary path of cruise control with the third, all the while reminding myself not to be too lax or something bad might happen (Damn that superstitious Catholicism I was sorta brought up on. Is it bad that I just said that?).

But when it comes to the due date, the due window, I’m sitting back in on my favorite love seat, feet propped up, and a bowl of ice cream is resting on my belly. I’m not worried. I could not care less.

I think babies are born when they are ready to breathe. The end.

Not when it’s convenient for the surgeon. Not when it’s convenient for grandma Ruth to fly in from the Ozarks. And not because I’m so tired of being pregnant. Wah.

I think babies are born when they are ready to breathe. Outside of the womb, that is.

I know that’s when my babies were born. They were both born at week 42 of gestation. I labored through the night by the light of the full moon. They both arrived by 8:00 a.m.

It’s when they were ready to breathe.

So yeah, I am due anywhere from mid-April to mid-May. That’s all anyone’s getting outta me this time around. (Disclaimer: I’m sure the clever can figure out THEE date, but I don’t want to hear about it. Thank you.)

Am I cranky? Huff.

Which leads me to my final thought (Yay! An end in sight!)….if you went into labor on your own, did you give birth on your due date, or were you in the window?

How ’bout if we all get in the window?

Jenna Hull is the mother of two homebirthed babes, lover of dark chocolate, and a self-proclaimed Birth Junkie who gets her fix through blogging under the pseudonym Kiki La Roo at www.kikilaroo.wordpress.com.

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Guest Blogger Julie Peterson on Mother-Daughter Book Clubs Guide (Book Review)

October 29th, 2009

Review: Book By Book
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Summary: Mothers and daughters share a special bond…why not further this bond through reading together? Book clubs have been growing in popularity over the past ten years, started by a variety of people with various interests and goals. Mother-daughter book clubs offer a great way for families to grow and share—with each other and with other mother-daughter pairs. In BOOK BY BOOK, Cindy Hudson offers all the how-to tips mothers need to start their own successful book clubs. Hudson offers her own firsthand experience as the founder of two long-running successful mother-daughter book clubs. Hudson offers suggestions on books topics, club guidelines, and how to keep the club going as daughters grow older. How big should the club be? Whom should we invite? How often should we meet? How do we make sure we actually read the books? Hudson has all the answers. With recommended book lists (divided by four age groups), online resources, and suggested recipes for book-club treats, BOOK BY BOOK is a great resource for helping moms and daughters form new memories and traditions. — Seal

If you’ve visited my blog the past few days, you probably know that I am having a little Mother-Daughter Book Club Festival! I have posted a Review: THE MOTHER DAUGHTER BOOK CLUB, Book Club Exchange: Cindy Hudson & Huge Giveaway and Book Club Exchange: Heather Vogel Frederick — I hope you are having as much fun as I am. Make sure you enter to win my awesome Mother-Daughter Book Club Prize Pack!

Many of you already know how much I love being part of a Mother-Daughter Book Club. I am so very fortunate to be able to spend such quality time with my daughter and our friends, and I feel as if I am getting to know my daughter on a whole new level when we share out thoughts about books. I strongly encourage everyone who has a young girl in their life to join a Mother-Daughter book club because I promise you that it will be one of the most rewarding things you can do with each other.

And with that, I’d like to share with you a brand-new book that is an absolutely must-have for anyone and everyone who has ever considered being in a Mother-Daughter Book Club. It’s called BOOK BY BOOK: THE COMPLETE GUIDE TO CREATING MOTHER-DAUGHTER BOOK CLUBS by Cindy Hudson; and I can’t say enough good things about this book! Trust me on this one — you have to get your hands on a copy of this book. I consider BOOK BY BOOK to be the definitive source on everything mother-daughter book club related. Oh how I wish I had this book when I started our mother-daughter book club about a year and half ago!

This book encompasses everything you need to know about starting a mother-daughter book club from why you should be in one, to when you should begin, to how big your group should be to who to invite. It gives lots of practical advice on getting started as well as maintaining a happy and healthy book group. I think Cindy’s advice on how to run the meetings and her ideas for fun projects are amazing. This book has really made me re-think our book club meetings, and I’m sure if we incorporate some of Cindy’s suggestions, the girls will have even more fun!

There are many things that I appreciate about this book, but I think Cindy did an excellent job of showing that there isn’t a one-size fits all approach to mother-daughter book clubs. Even though Cindy has run two mother-daughter book clubs (and I consider her to be an expert), she also conducted extensive research as well as interviews with other book club members. BOOK BY BOOK definitely gives you many options, and I’m sure that you will find an approach that suits your needs.

Cindy has also tackled some issues that aren’t always easy concerning mother-daughter book clubs such as resolving conflicts among members, handling things when someone wants to quit, adding new members and restructuring your group. In addition, Cindy shows how some groups have approached discussing books with touchy subjects such as sex, alcohol, and drugs. I know my daughter and her friends are still in elementary school, but I can see some of these issues coming sooner rather than later. I am glad that I can go to this book for some advice!

One of my favorite things about this book is that I have discovered so many new ideas! I love all of the book recommendations — Cindy provides suggestions by age group. In addition, I think many of her ideas for incorporating themed crafts and food into the meeting are terrific. As you can clearly see the appendices of BOOK BY BOOK alone are worth the price. Appendix I is Where To Look For Books on the Web, Appendix II is One Hundred Books That Might Be Right For Your Book Club, and Appendix III is Crowd-Pleasing Recipes.

I am planning on taking BOOK BY BOOK to our future book club meetings because there really is so much valuable information in it. Our group has found that it is often times hard to find discussion questions for the books we have selected to read. Some of the girls like coming up with their own (and I try to help encourage discussion a little), but Cindy has provided a list of “generic”, yet thought-provoking questions, that work for any book. In addition, she provides some great sample survey questions that you can hand out to members to get their ideas for possible improvements to your group.

I wasn’t sure if I should mention this in my review, but I can’t help it! Many months ago, Cindy interviewed me for BOOK BY BOOK; and I actually appear in this book!!! When I received the book a few days ago, I wasn’t entirely sure if anything I had said would end up in the final pages; but lo and behold, I found my name in the index! I have a quote at the beginning of Chapter 11 describing what our group means to me; and I also have a cake recipe that appears in the appendix. Let me assure you when I saw this I almost passed out. And then, when I sat down to read the book, I found a few more of my quotes throughout the book. I am so honored to be part of this wonderful book!

As I’m pretty sure you can tell, I think very highly of BOOK BY BOOK: THE COMPLETE GUIDE TO CREATING MOTHER-DAUGHTER BOOK CLUBS; and I strongly recommend it! Even if you have already started your own group or you are currently a member of a mother-daughter book club, you will still find this book to be an extremely valuable resource. BOOK BY BOOK really is the only guide you need for mother-daughter book clubs.

Julie Peterson’s blog is Bookingmama. Julie is a stay-at-home mother of two whose passion (besides her family) is books. In addition to books, she also loves to crochet, knit, scrapbook and cook. Contact her at bookingmama@gmail.com and @bookingmama (Twitter)

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Guest Blogger Stacia D. Kelly on Peaceful Bedtime

October 28th, 2009

We’ve all been through it, the hours battling a small body to fall asleep, the endless tossing and turning and the “I don’t wanna go to sleep. I’m not tired yet.”

We cajole.

We sing.

We dance.

We offer favorite toys.

We offer promises (bribes); five nights without a battle, and you can get a new toy or whatever it is with which we can bribe them.

And later, when our patience runs out and they really need to be to sleep, we start threatening and trying to reason with a small tired body that is already beyond reason.

Two hours later, a lifetime it seems, you’re wondering where your night went and why it seems so hard to get a little body, such a tired little body, to go to bed. You know when you’re ready, you’re out the minute your head hits the pillow. You’re exhausted; it’s a no brainer.

This was my general battle. I’ve never had an issue, once he was weaned, about sleeping through the night or even falling back to sleep on his own. Our son is a whiz at that. Once he’s down, he’s out. A tree could land on our house (actually, that has happened…twice), and he’d never hear it until his internal clock clicks him awake 11 hours or so later. Or, unless I softly tell him “Up to Mommy” which is his quiet clue to wake up enough to reach up to me so I can move him, give him medicine, whatever the reason. I use the same words no matter what; they are his trigger words.

It was the getting him to sleep part that served as a challenge for quite awhile. I’d be in tears; ready to tear my hair out wondering what I was doing wrong and why all the methods I’d been reading about just weren’t working for us. I wanted just a few hours after he fell asleep for myself.

I’d meditated throughout my pregnancy, determined to use hypnosis for our birth process. I’d seen it a number of years on the Discovery Channel and was in awe of the beautiful births of so many babies. I wanted that so I diligently listened to relaxation CDs nightly. It got so that two minutes in, and I’d be relaxed and out. I played the music on our CD player, so not only did I hear it, but my husband, and our baby would hear it as well. I wanted a calm child. I wanted to give our child whatever benefits I could, early on, for maintaining that calm. A gift my mother had given me, but not until my teen years.

And in the darkness of bed time battle one night, I realized, I’d been meditating since I was a teen; I’d trained as a Hypnotherapist as an adult; I could relax myself and others at will. I needed to learn to do it with our son!
So one night, at the age of three, when the battle began, I decided to try a new method.

“I’m not tired.” He said. He kicked his feet under the covers; he played with his hands. He shook his head.

Instead of sighing in my usual frustration, I slipped into the softest, most soothing voice I use with the adults I help and just agreed, “Yes angel, but we’re going to play a game tonight. You can do that with me, right?”

He is always up for a game. And my husband who was curled up next to him just shot me a surprised look.

“This is a stillness game. The goal is to get as still as you can with your eyes closed.” I’d found some soft, soothing music to play in the background to help my cause.

“I can do that, Mommy.”

Of course he could.

And I proceeded down an abbreviated relaxation technique that any child would follow. Telling him softly, quietly to imagine a warm white light flowing down over his body and then relaxing each body part that he knew from his head to his toes. Now, our son knows all his body parts, so he just followed it along and relaxed right down in about 5 minutes. I have had parents use the same technique via CD/MP3 and seen great results in two-year olds and beyond. Some moms even claim unfair, because they fall asleep too. And my response? “You probably need the sleep. Just take it while you can get it!”

I believe it is the combination of mommy’s voice and the sing song, softly asking them to relax that allows their bodies to simply let go. Now, most parents can’t record themselves, nor do they know how to follow a relaxation script. So there are some alternatives:

1) Record your Own – if you have a computer, you can build your own relaxation script and save it, plus music to MP3 – it is a little technical but many parents can do it – the software is free, but it requires time and a quiet house. The relaxation script is simple, just use your soft voice and walk them through relaxing each body part they know. And if they don’t know it, don’t be surprised. Just walk them through it, it really is all about the voice.

2) Find a CD – find a CD you like and your child likes and use that as part of your nightly routine. Make sure you both like the voice and the background music.

It’s a challenge. Some parents excel at this stage of child rearing, some of us are more challenged. We each have our strengths. We’re great at getting the correct foods in them; teaching them new skills; spending time and being silly. Maybe you’ve fallen into your own routine and neglected to look at what works for you child? This was my challenge. We all do it. We’re tired. We have things we have to get done. Work. Life. School. Whatever. It’s all a balance. I was frustrated because with all I do during a day, I couldn’t get our little guy to sleep so I could just spend some quality time with my husband. It was getting frustrating.

Here are a few alternative items that have also helped in our softly to sleep endeavor:

1) Limit Sugars – we’ve learned to limit sugars and hour or two before bed. We’ve even taught our son to turn to the ingredients table and look, less than 10 sugars is okay, anything more, and he has to put it back. It’s not ideal, but it’s helping us get him closer to the right track.

2) Red light – a small light on his nightstand with a red shade gives off a soft red glow which does not impact his sleep cycle. For added benefit, we strung up a strand of holiday lights around the edge of his bed. It’s been a great help with the battle of wanting a light on and allows us to see him clearly when we go to check on him in the middle of the night.

3) I bring a relaxation CD when we’re on the road or out of town. I can simply start the song up and his body responds.

4) Routine – Use the same (or similar) routine night in and night out. A little variance here and there is ok, but for the most part, all adults who will be putting your child to sleep need to agree on the basic bedtime steps such as bath, quiet time, last snack, potty, teeth, and bedtime. Or whatever your routine happens to be. And, no variances until the routine is a routine. Stand your ground on this one; it is not only your child’s sleep that is impacted, but yours as well.

5) No TVs in the bedroom – this works well for adults as well, but studies have shown that TV still give off energy even when turned off, so it’s best to keep them entirely out of a child’s room. Yes, computers too, for safety’s sake, computers should be in the family office where Mom and Dad can keep an eye on them anyway, especially since so many of our three, four and five-year olds are learning how to use them.

Of course, a friend of mine always recommends the last resort, tongue in cheek; if you REALLY want a good night sleep, send them to Grandma’s house.

Stacia D. Kelly, PhD, MHt is a writer and Holistic Health Coach living
with her husband, son and three cats just outside of Washington DC.
She takes a whole mind-body-spirit approach to health and well-being
and teaches her clients to do the same. Blog:
http://www.mindbodyspiritworks.com

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