To say my 21 month old is non-stop is quite the understatement. She’s been walking for 8 months now, but as she gets closer to turning 2, I’m acutely aware that she is a toddler through and through! Not only have the number of tantrums been on the rise, but so has her propensity to get into everything! With all her new activity and discoveries, I’m glad we have Huggies® Little Movers to keep her comfortable and dry with her toddler shenanigans!
Can I handle 2 children?
How will my toddler react to the baby?
What will become our new norm?
Will my first trip to the grocery store with both girls be a disaster?
Will I ever get out of the house on time?
Will I ever want to leave the house again?!
How do I get my little darlings up those stinkin’ stairs??
Am I ready for this?
Over the years I’ve set many goals for myself. Some have been fulfilled, others fell by the wayside, and some are still works in progress. I’d like to take you back to a resolution I made many moons ago, that has led to me being ostracized and called crazy. A decision that I’ve almost 100% stuck to in spite of the sideways looks I recieve, and the mouths that drop when I share. Today, ladies and gentleman, I’d like to tell you a story about the night I gave up chocolate! 🙂
I was a junior in high school, and our hang-out group consisted of those who pretty much walked the path of the straight and narrow. We didn’t really have drama, but the actions of one of our friends continued to be a source of ridicule and scandal. You see, there was a young lady we knew who didn’t eat chocolate, and it wasn’t because she was allergic! She simply didn’t like it! Gasp. Sigh. The horror of it all! 😉 Oh how she was teased, but she stood her ground and a part of me admired that she stuck to her anti-chocolate antics.
To be honest I didn’t think it was that big a deal. I liked chocolate a lot, but I figured the temptation wouldn’t be too great if I lived without it for a while. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed brownies, chocolate cake, chocolate ice cream, candy bars, and especially chewy chocolate chips cookies (the hardest thing to let go), but I wanted to see if it was really all that challenging to just stop eating it. In addition, this classmate of mine would no longer be alone in her disdain for this sweet treat, and I saw myself becoming an ally of sorts. So there it was. A decision was made and my New Year’s resolution would be to give up all things chocolate.
The night came and I was at a gathering with many food and dessert options. Just before midnight I noticed a piece of delectable-looking fudge that seemed to be calling my name.
I had to go for it. I figured that if this was truly going to be it, I should go out with a bang. I took a bite, mulled it over in my mind as I tasted it’s rich flavor, then threw the rest of it away. Maybe I’d built myself up for this challenge so much, or maybe I was never as huge of a chocolate fan as I’d once thought (strawberry, caramel, and lemon are really where it’s at ;)) but it didn’t taste as great as I’d hoped. The countdown came and went, 1998 was here, and chocolate was no longer in my life!
I hadn’t actually determined how long I would go without it, but in a matter of time I no longer had a taste for it. It was easy to turn down, and with the exception of an ex-boyfriend of mine thoughtfully bringing me cookies ‘n cream ice cream when I was sick in college (I didn’t want to hurt his feelings!), and the cocoa found in mouth-watering and delicious red velvet cupcakes (I’m not entirely looney),
I haven’t indulged since that fateful night. And no I don’t “cheat” with white chocolate either. Lol.
There it is, my little chocolate tale. What started as a mini challenge to myself, has become a decision I’ve stuck to ever since. Judge me if you must, but I don’t intend to waiver. 🙂 Don’t worry, I get my sweet tooth fix in many other ways!
Welcome to 2013 everyone! Blessing to you all in the New Year!!!
Are you a lover of chocolate? Could you give it up?
Dearest Mommy Lady,
I know you saw the letter I wrote to Alexandra, and now here’s one for you. I didn’t plan on going on a letter-writing campaign this week, lol, but I finally saw a writing challenge I couldn’t resist. I’m supposed to be telling you something I’ve never been able to, but considering our excellent communication, I wasn’t quite sure what that might be. 🙂 My immediate thought was to tell you again how much I love you, and that I’m truly beginning to understand your loving intent behind so many of your mommy ways. This is nothing I haven’t said to you before, but in light of today’s tragedy, I wanted to be sure you knew it. As I think of all the hearts that were left broken after such a senseless act, I thank God that I’ve had 31 wonderful years with you. We’ve certainly bumped heads and worked each others nerves, but as this picture shows, we are much more alike than either one of us might care to admit. 😉 I KNOW I am blessed to have a mother like you, but that’s not all I really wanted to say.
Years ago, you and my dad divorced. No one was more shocked than Chris and I to discover that our “perfect” family wasn’t so wonderfully happy, and drama-free after all. We all faced pain, struggles, and hard times, but even in the midst of turmoil you both truly kept us first. I don’t just mean with the material things, but in keeping watch over the delicate minds of your children. I never heard you curse my father out or make him the villain. You never told me horror stories of how he ruined your life, and you never filled our heads with lies. Thank you, thank you, and thank you for that. I know that despite your Wonder Woman façade, it was very hard on you, but you refused to let it tear our family apart. I remember adults questioning me, because they couldn’t understand how you and Dad could still get along so well. Thinking about it now I realize how innappropriate some people were, but what mattered is that your continued friendship gave your kids the confidence to know that we always had both our parents in our corner.
A little over 3 years ago you took that friendship to another level. You became the caregiver for my cancer-stricken daddy, and invited him to live with you and Kenny in his final weeks. This, your ex-husband, was now the man whose doctors appointments you attended, and whose bandages you changed. When he was at his weakest, you and D2 (please let him know that my love and appreciation for him is fully included in this letter too) did all that you could to make him comfortable. Your home was now his once again, and in his final days I never worried about him being lonely or afraid.
Ok, now I’m crying, but it’s important for you to know that you and my
stepdad showed me one of the greatest examples of unconditional love I have ever witnessed. Maybe everyone didn’t understand. Maybe their own pettiness in handling such circumstances wouldn’t allow them to see the brilliance of what God was doing, and you know what? That’s fine with me. I got the message loud and clear. Mommy, you’re one-of-a-kind. I joke about your Vulcan tendencies, but the strength I’ve witnessed in you has shaped me in many ways.
I could go on and on, but I guess I’ve said all this for one very important reason. Thank you for taking such great care of your long-time friend, and the man that meant the most to me in the whole world. I want you to know that this girl’s heart will never, ever forget.
Love you always,