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Input, Output: Hallmark

August 2, 2011 By Kelle

This post is another Hallmark sponsored post which, while I’m on it, is really working out to be a great relationship because they throw out a suggestion and it consequently breaks a dam of stuff I’ve already been thinking. I love that this company is supporting writing that doesn’t push a product but rather an idea—a way of life that recognizes the importance of little moments, little people, and moms (and dads!) who make it all happen. Again, they pay me to write these posts but all writing, ideas and opinions are mine. See Hallmark Life is a Special Occasion for more details or sign up for their e-mail messages HERE:

So every time I go to write this post, I just kind of sit there, looking at white screen, imagining my thoughts will string together on their own like toys that put themselves away in Mary Poppins.

I believe that the world is full of good people, good things, and good intentions. I see it every day in the stories I read and people I encounter, and yet I’m privy to the fact that the world has its share of ugly too. Understanding the principle of See Good, Do Good, Be Good is one thing, but teaching it to my children is a harder task to accomplish.

I think about this a lot having girls, especially now that Lainey’s getting closer to kindergarden. It hit me hard last year—this idea of “What am I sending my girls into?”—when my sister shared a story about my niece who was dealing with some mean girl drama at school. Apparently, a girl had left nasty comments on my niece’s Facebook page and arranged a group of classmates to “Like” her mean status. And, let me tell you, when I found out, my first instinct was to get on the next plane to Michigan, march into that school and say some things that can‘t appear in a post associated with Hallmark. You know that Hallmark commercial with the boy and the grandpa and the card and the smiles and the tears? Yeah, this would be nothing like it. Except the tears. There would still be tears.

Okay, I’m kidding but seriously. These constant reminders of the not-so-good that exist light a fire within me. I want to run through village streets, gathering people to march with me. We will raise our fists in the air as we stomp, as we shout: “Empower the children! Empower the children!”

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Hey Beautiful Girl, I think you’re fabulous.

Encouraging your kids, shaping them, equipping them with confidence and self-esteem—it’s an intimidating topic. I know how to tape diaper tabs snugly and comfortably, how to feel tiny foreheads for fevers, how to sway an overtired baby into a sleepy trance; but it all pales in comparison to the grander task of raising kids who feel valued and loved, secure in their unique traits and abilities. Ones who will cope with nasty Facebook comments followed by a slew of “Likes” by laughing it off.

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What’s up, Big Sister? Have I told you today how much your smile makes me happy?



And more important than taking the defense—protecting my girls from the meanness—is teaching my girls never to be the meanness. I think I’ve always associated the character trait of confidence as input. In other words, the more I praise my girls, tell them they’re great, prove to them they are smart, beautiful, capable, the more confident they will be. More money deposited—bigger bank account.

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Kid, I love your determination. Look at you! You’ve figured out how to float…on your own. You go, Girl.

I am realizing though, that so much of confidence is output. Giving to others, complimenting friends, recognizing the strengths and successes of those around us and making efforts to build someone else up. When we do that, we in turn are building our own self-confidence, recognizing our own worth and rising to a new level of possibility.

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Baby, you give the best hugs. Seriously.

I’ve found this to be true so much in my own life, a silly experience last year providing the perfect example of how it works. It was the first nasty comment on my blog, its carefully crafted words no doubt left by the world’s most brilliant critic. I don’t remember what it said but I do remember Homeschooled Girl took a punch to the gut. It wasn’t the last of mean comments, but I did learn that a powerful response to someone trying to pull you underwater is to flick them off (like a fly, not a finger. Okay, both) and throw a life raft to someone else. I started leaving anonymous comments to random people—“Your family is beautiful,” “You are an insightful writer,” “Your story made me laugh”—and it was, ironically, so very empowering.

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Well, look at my big standing girl. I’m so proud of how hard you are working to learn new things.

There is a yin and yang for everything. Sometimes we get our feelings hurt, sometimes we lose our confidence, sometimes we mess up. The same is true for our children. A big part of parenting is layering love and encouragement, praise and nurture onto our kids. I love that part. It comes easy for me, and I enjoy the challenge of finding creative ways to compliment my kids beyond “You’re cute, you’re smart, you’re funny.” I love to recognize their imaginations, their problem-solving skills, and their creativity.

“Blue cape with orange shirt, Lainey? I love it. I would have never thought to put those two things together, but it looks so awesome on you. You’ve got an eye for fabulousness, Girl.”

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Girlfriend, your style is so hip.



In praising the things I love about my girls, I know I am helping build their confidence—constructing bumper pads that will soften the blows of insults and insecurity. They no doubt will know they are loved, they are uniquely wonderful, they are talented and capable.

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That look–right there–that’s the one I love. You still look so little.



But rather than focusing so much on protecting my kids from insults, I want to teach them to proactively BE the good. To search out ways to make their friends happy, to let them know they’re special too. Compliment their humor, send them cards, tell them their purple jelly shoes are really awesome. This is such a powerful component of confidence. Output.

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I think you’re pretty awesome. And I love your little feet. That is all for now.

I’d love to hear ways in which you’re instilling confidence in your kids, and Hallmark would love to hear them too! If you’d like to share an idea, a story, or a tradition you have in your home that helps encourage your kids, please share in the comments. And if you want some Hallmark love in your e-mail box, sign up HERE or like Hallmark’s Life is a Special Occasion on Facebook HERE.

“Be the change you want to see in the world.” ~Ghandi

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The Glorified Truth

July 20, 2011 By Kelle

Sometimes photos make life look more beautiful than it really is. A viewfinder that carefully crops out a peripheral mess, a sharp lens, a brilliant flare of sunshine, a good angle–it all tends to glorify moments, melding the great spectrum of emotions from bad to good into one polished freeze-frame of well-now-that’s-just-beautiful.

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Words have the same ability to augment a raw scene because the author describing a moment has free will in selecting adjectives. A sky that is gray, morose and depressing to one may be described by another writer as beautiful, mysterious, inviting. And they both might be right.

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My camera and my keyboard are priceless tools in guiding my perspective. And while some may view beautiful photos, poetic descriptions, or blogging in general as skewed representations of reality–and I get it, it’s selective writing, a pie slice of our lives–for me it’s another set of eyes, a different way to look at things.

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While we may think that reality is what happens without the camera, and glorified truth is the product of a perfect photo captured within that reality; perhaps it’s the other way around. Amid the not-so-pretty moments and rough-around-the-edges days, a viewfinder closes in on the glorious truth we might have missed had we not captured it in its fleeting moment.

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I draw insight on a variety of perspectives and believe the raw, unpolished and exposed truths of misfortune are important and need to be heard. But framing sun flares and zooming in on hidden smiles runs deep in my blood. It’s what I do. It’s what I want to do.

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And I say this all because yesterday was a hard day. There were tears and hugs and phone calls. But tonight, I am looking through pictures of these past two days. And I am reminded, these are not glorified moments amid a tarnished reality. These are real. This is what really happened, and I’m so glad I have pictures or I might have missed it.

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Well now that’s just beautiful.
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We returned to Botanical Gardens this morning. Lainey and her friend Leah played House inside a real, tiny cottage for an hour while Leah’s mama and I stretched out in adirondack chairs under leafy shade. We talked and laughed and marveled at how our little girls worked out all their problems on their own. No fighting, no crying, even though we heard two alpha dogs bossing each other around several times. Leah’s mama is good like that. Every time I jump to intervene, she smiles and reminds me they’ll probably work it out on their own. And they do.

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Halfway through our garden strolls, I noticed Lainey was wearing gardening gloves. I thought she was the coolest kid in the world for actually remembering on her own to pack her gardening gloves for the gardens. But then she told me she “buyed them” from the gift shop when we arrived. She doesn’t have any money. Cue “We don’t take things that aren’t ours” Conversation #2.

We went back and paid for the gloves and went about our day.

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Lainey’s friend Baylee is moving to North Carolina. This is Lainey’s first time dealing with this kind of good bye, and while we are watering down the impact of how far away she’ll be and for how long, it’s still disappointing. And good for her to learn about life. But today, we had Baylee to ourselves and the girls enjoyed manning a lemonade stand on our corner where nobody bought anything. They were singing “Lainey and Baylee’s Lemonade Stand!” every time a car drove by and every time someone passed on their offer, Lainey’s older cousin yelled “HEARTLESS! Seriously! They’re FOUR.”

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Our neighbor saved the day with a $5 tip.

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We concluded the day with friends in the pool. With brilliant sun flares and hidden smiles and prismatic bubbles that made pictures look pretty.

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Glorified truth? Nah. It really happened.

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So there. We are doing well. We are happy.

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When I Grow Up

July 11, 2011 By Kelle

In yet another moment of deep self-analysis this weekend, I realized I am addicted to the euphoria associated with potential. Actually, it was more a moment of justifying that my house is never fully clean, a fact I excused with the idea that if it was perfectly clean, I wouldn’t feel that rush that comes with a good project. And this is true. There’s something creatively motivating about walking through piles of clutter, kicking random misplaced toys, passing by the fifteenth barette that Nella pulled out of her hair and tossed aside. Because simultaneously, I’m excitedly planning future attempts at managing clutter, how I’ll paint some great bookshelf for the misplaced toys or scour a thrift shop for an old green glass jar that screams “barette holder.” I know that not far off, there is a marvelous day awaiting where I will feel motivatived to attack the cupboards under my bathroom sink or touch up the base boards, and what will follow will be pure satisfaction. Flickering candles. Classical music. An invitation to friends for dinner–lemon caper chicken savored with wine around our dining room table…in an impressively immaculate house. My heart beats a little faster just thinking about it, even if presently I’m hopscotching across the few tile squares that aren’t littered with a lone sock, a broken crayon, and a hairbrush that never made it back to the bathroom drawer (and never will).

I thrive on possibility, I feed on potential. My hands actually shook when I received a new syllabus on the first day of classes every semester. The paper was so crisp, its clean font and detailed outline promising possibility. That maybe I’d actually get lost in the sensational history that is Old Testament Studies (yes, I took it; no, I didn’t find it sensational).

It’s why we plan out future vacations, our itty bitty dreams just barely sprouting and unsupported by current funds but rousing excitement for the potential of what could be. We could be skiing in Colorado, watching lobster boats dock in Maine, or hiking glaciers with babies on our back somewhere deep in Alaska. And we will someday.

It’s why I’ll never drop the phrase “when I grow up” from my vocabulary because, no matter how old you are, the fueling potential of what you want to be someday should make your heart race and your insides tingle. When I grow up, I’m going to take a ballet class, make pottery, have a successful garden, cook for a great big family, and take my girls to Italy. I’m going to be a more consistent housekeeper, a more skilled photographer, a more thoughtful writer, a more passionate mother, a more patient wife, and a more selfless friend…when I grow up.

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Mama’s big rainbow to the left, Big Sister’s itty bitty rainbow to the right.



It’s why I start planning holidays in June, contemplating Halloween costumes in August, and dreaming of pumpkin bread and Christmas shopping and just how many light strands we’ll dangle on our palm trees this year, months before it’s time…because the thought of what we can do to make this year better than last thrills me. And potential drives me like no other force can.

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We make wishes on rusty pennies and throw them in fountains. They hold potential.

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I am excited for the future.

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This weekend, I spent hours in my closet in an amazing purge that was, believe it or not, actually enjoyable. Lainey tried on discarded old clothes (that happened to inlcude a gold sequin shrug from Las Vegas 2005; a pilly, faded brown turtleneck that adds five pounds of face weight and a pair of…wait for it…pleather pants), Nella climbed over the obstacle of shoe boxes blocking the entryway, and together we surrendered to the beautiful potential of…more organized.

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And then it just crescendoed to heart-racing levels of potential. Cleaning overlapped to other areas of the house while I dreamed of room makeovers, DIY projects and thought about the potential that dwells in the coming months: late summer entertaining, pre fall rituals, visiting my mom in New York, trying new recipes, putting up the Christmas tree, setting new goals, creating new dreams. I love that this form of happiness is free, available to anyone and customizable to all talents, all incomes, all ways of life. Everyone has potential.

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Our weekend treat of choice: Sweet Treats ice cream.

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The rest of our weekend in photos and musings:

Jack

Lainey jumps every time this jack-in-the-box pops up. Even though she knows it’s coming with another whirl of the crank and right after “the monkey thought ’twas all in fun.” Still, POP! goes the weasel, and her little body jolts like she just saw…well, a gorilla mask. Unlike the mask, she thinks it’s funny. What’s funny is that Nella is completely unphased by both the gorilla and the jack-in-the-box.

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Nella does however love playing the piano. She will sit and peck at the keys for a good fifteen minutes, sometimes adding vocals as well. Her songs have a bit of Indie Rock vibe. She will be touring college campuses in about twenty years, I am sure.

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Bake

Lainey and I threw down in the kitchen this weekend. Vanilla cupcakes with pink buttercream frosting. The balance is slowly shifting–less guidance on my part, more independence and following directions on hers.

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Polka dot cupcake wrappers, Darlybird.

A few eggshells make their way into the batter, but if she did it perfectly, there of course would be no potential to be better next time. Ah, that damn glass-is-half-full.

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Party

We were invited to a birthday party last night. I purposefully left Nella with Brett and took Lainey alone because those short, impromptu outings with just the two of us leave remarkable impressions on her. We played Eye Spy and “the favorite game” in the car on the twenty-minute drive, and I marveled at her budding socializing skills while I watched her with friends at the party.

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Felted Necklace, Darlybird.

Spy Camera

I like taking pictures of them when they have no idea.

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Lainey, the Author

She wrote a book this week. Scripted the entire story while I furiously scribbled to keep up with her imagination. We used the 5×5 blank board book from Darlybird (only $3!), and she colored pictures to go along with her story when it was finished. She is proud, and it is the first thing she brings to whomever is visiting our home, including therapists.

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Her story (verbatim as she told it except for the addition of the words “the princess said” I added to suggest a quote):

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The Princess Goes to the Castle

Once the king went to the castle and saw the princess and said “Hi.” The princess loved the king and she recognized she wanted to marry the king. “I love it when the king gives me a kiss on my cheek and says it’s an I love you kiss,” the princess said. And then the princess wanted to make him happy and that’s why she wanted to make him cereal. The princess said, “the king is going to come to my birthday and give me another kiss.” The princess sent the king a letter and he said, “thank you for the letter.” The princess said, “I love the king because he’s so nice.” And the princess is so nice too. The End.

And I realize princesses don’t marry kings because that’s just wrong.

But I still cried when she smiled with pride after I read her story back to her.

Darlybird

So, I’ve dropped Darlybird three places in this post. They inquired about sponsorship a while back and, having never heard of Darlybird, I went to check out their site and got completely lost. It was like one of those dreams where you walk into a store with all your favorite things, everything’s on sale, and your favorite song is blasting while you throw things in your cart in a mad shopping spree. And then Matthew McConaughey is the check-out boy. And maybe he forgot to wear a shirt.

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Darlybird Rosy Ranunulous Hair Clip

I’ve been so excited about Darlybird’s sponsorship because I think you all are going to love their incredible range of fun, whimiscal, colorful products from home goods to accessories…and I love making readers happy! The site is dripping with style and character, and every product has a personalized, fun description to go with it (worth visiting the site just for the colorful product descriptions).

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Bla Bla doll, Giselle the ballerina, Darlybird

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left: set of 12 wooden pencils only $5; right, cupcake papers and ballerina toppers, all Darlybird

I’ve already bookmarked the site as a favorite place for gifts. Use code ENJOYDARLY for 15% off your order (good until July 25).

Two comments will be randomly selected to each win a $50 gift certificate to Darlybird. Tell me what you want to do when you grow up. Happy Shopping!

You know what makes me insanely happy right now?

The fact that I have so much on my to-do list, I don’t know what to do next. That’s potential at its finest.

And I am loving this song. (The acapella part at the end? Turn it up. And twirl. I close my eyes to listen. It’s crazy good.)

“Oh you can judge all the world on the sparkle that you think it lacks.

Yes you can stare into the abyss, but it’s staring right back.

When my turn comes.

Ohhhh. Oh oh.” ~
Dawes, “When My Time Comes”

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