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A Woman I Know…

My blog for Rocky Parenting today. Happy Birthday to my beautiful mom.

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There’s this woman that I know…

I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard of a Proverbs 31 woman, but when I read that scripture I can’t help but think of her.

She is the most loving, sincere, selfless, woman that I know.

She celebrates her great days, and she finds something to celebrate on her bad days.

This woman is my Mom.

My mom.

I remember a time when I was younger, I wanted green colored contacts.  (Yes, I was in my awkward early teenage years and yes, I wanted contacts to color my eyes the same color that they already were!) Anyway, her response could have been a number of things but she simply said, “Caiti, be happy with what God gave you.”

I have carried this statement with me since the day she said it.  I’ve done my best to practice what she “preached”  and today I have come…

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Goodbye Blonde Curls…Hello Ears

Today was a MONUMENTAL day in the Mondragon household.  I mean BIG…HUGE. We finally did it.

We cut Eydan’s hair.

If any of you know Eydan, you know that his hair walked into the room first.  Really, especially if you saw him in the mornings! His curls…not much more I can say about them.  They kind of spoke for themselves.  It’s almost as if his hair had it’s own personality (not bigger than Eydan’s of course).  Kind of like Elvis and his hips, or Colorado and snow, or even J-Lo and her butt.  Eydan’s hair was his signature “thing”! It’s who he was. He was the little boy (who got called “girl” a lot) with the most adorable, blonde curly hair.

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 For the past year, if anyone ever asked Eydan if he wanted to cut his hair, he would immediately say, “NO WAY!”

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But today, he didn’t.  When asked about his hair, his response was different.  Today it was, “I want to cut my hair like Bubba’s.”

Wait.  What? You LOVE your hair. (Yes, he might have always been brushing his locks away from his face, but who cares?!) We LOVE your hair.  Everybody LOVES your hair.  I caught grief from so many people for letting his hair get so long.  I shouldn’t say everybody loved it because that’s not really the case.  Seriously, it was cute.  I loved it.  But, when I think about it…it was about more than just his hair.  Ray and I weren’t ready to cut it because we weren’t ready to let go of that part of Eydan…I wasn’t ready to let him grow up.

But, it was time.

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“Mommy, I want to cut it.”

It’s just hair, right? So why in the world is the first hair-cut so difficult?

I remember being emotional with Emaleigh and Elijah too…but Eydan, he’s my baby.  So this time, it IS a little different. The first haircut makes it somewhat—final. And yes, we cried.

 I never knew a hair-cut could be so emotional until I became a mom.  It means that they are no longer a baby.  They are growing up, just like the rest of us.

That first haircut trims away the last bit of baby that you know.  I sat there watching locks of his beautiful, blonde hair fall into his lap and with tears in my eyes I couldn’t help but think of how fast the last 2 1/2 years have flown by.  And, within a blink of an eye…with a few trims of the shears, I watched my baby turn into a handsome young boy.  What a difference a haircut can make.  I almost forgot what Eydan looked like with ears! (Seriously) He’s even more handsome than before…especially with ears!

I love being a mom…and even more, I love being able to witness all of these stages that my kids have  gone through, and those stages that are still yet to come.

Although letting go and letting them grow up can be hard, it’s also amazing.   Cherish your memories.  But don’t be too focused on the past, or you might miss out on the present. In other words, don’t let what your kids used to be outshine who they are becoming.

Here’s to first haircuts…and new found ears!eydanhair

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America The (could be so much more) Beautiful

Coca-Cola.

In 1906 the slogan read, “The Great National Temperance Beverage”.

In 1948 it was “Where There’s Coke There’s Hospitality”.

One of my favorites (only because I have a music box that sings this very song) was “I’d Like to Buy the World A Coke”.  Anyone else remember that song?

I’d like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony.

I’d like to hold it in my arms, and keep it company.

I’d like to see the world for once, all standing hand in hand.

And hear them echo through the hills, for peace throughout the land.

Those are all great! All ways that I would like to picture the world that we live in.  Hospitable.  Welcoming. Peaceful.

Well, if you got a chance to watch the Superbowl on Sunday, I’m sure you saw the latest Coca-Cola commercial.  And, I’m sure you have read many comments and blogs about it. Some in support, and some in complete, distasteful backlash.

I saw it, and it immediately became one of my favorite.  Wow, I thought.  What a great country we live in where people can sing such a beautiful song about America, in their own beautiful language.  That’s why we are so unique…a melting pot right? People from all over the world come to visit this great country of ours because we are envied by many as the land of opportunity and promise…to chase whatever dream you have.  Not one of us has the right to take that away.  I don’t care if your family sailed over on the Nina, the Pinta or the Santa Maria…it doesn’t make you any better than someone trying to live out a dream for their family.

Boy, I was way off in thinking that our country might be a little further along than we were in the 1950’s.   Maybe I am just as naive as those that are in an uproar because they think that they were singing our National Anthem. (I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but America The Beautiful is not our National Anthem.)  But it didn’t even cross my mind that people would actually get upset over it.  People turning off their t.v’s in disgust.  Really? I fail to see what was SO wrong.

I’ve seen some of the most hateful comments come out because of this commercial.  Am I wrong to have thought that we live in a world that should clearly be more accepting of people’s differences? Posts on Facebook saying things like, “Our soldiers didn’t risk their lives for our freedom to have a song of our country sung in a different language”. Hmmm. The last time I checked, the United States doesn’t even have an official language!  And, instead of causing an uproar over it, shouldn’t we be proud to live in a place where people WANT to sing about how beautiful it is?

I’m sorry, but this is not America being beautiful.  This is America being hateful, cruel, judgmental and hypocritical. And, WE, as Americans are totally missing the point.  But Coca-Cola? They are spot on.  Kudos to them for recognizing the dream of many people.  And shame on the Americans who are in an uproar over this. (And yes, I am shaking my Mommy finger at you!)

I’m not sure about any of the rest of you, but this is not something that I am trying to teach my kids.  I don’t want them growing up in a society where differences are viewed as wrong, or bad.  Maybe we should stop putting so much focus on the outcome of a football game, and begin to focus on the outcome of our beloved America…who has the potential to be A LOT more beautiful, if people would just open up their minds.

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Our Little Life Through Ornaments

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Christmas season is officially upon us.

I look forward to this time all year long.  You see, for me it’s not about gifts or anything like that…it’s about creating memories with my family.  One of my favorite ways of doing this is decorating our Christmas tree.

Ever since Ray and I got married, his mom has given us an ornament every year for Christmas.  And every year when we get home from her house, our new ornaments get placed on our tree.  (Even though the tree will be taken down a few days later.)

I love ornaments…come to think of it, I might actually be a little obsessed with them.  They have a way of taking me back.  Taking me back to the Christmas that I was so sick I just sat on the couch in tears. OR the Christmas that I left Santa a 3rd grade picture of me…

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Lessons in the Form of Embarassment

Ray and I are busy.  Busy with many things, but most importantly, busy trying to instill our kids with values.  Values that they will carry throughout their entire lives.  One of these “lessons” that I feel we have on repeat every day with Elijah is, “It’s Ok To Laugh at Yourself Sometimes.”

Elijah is my little mellow fellow.  He doesn’t like attention, never has.  He is just not a fan of attention being drawn to him…especially when he’s at the center of it.  Sometimes, he says (or does) some of the funniest things that we can’t help but laugh at.  We try to tell him, “Bubba, we aren’t laughing AT you, we’re laughing WITH you”…the only thing is, he’s not laughing at all.  Usually, it ends in tears because he just doesn’t like jokes at his expense…although they are always harmless.  Plain and simple…he doesn’t like it.  Even if it’s something GREAT (like making a touchdown) Elijah won’t tell anybody about it, because the attention will be on him.

Well yesterday, I found myself having the daily talk with him after he fell off of the car seat.  Emaleigh and I started laughing, and after a few minutes Elijah was in tears.  I told him, once again, “Buddy, don’t take life so seriously.  Sometimes, things happen, and we just have to laugh!  Especially when it’s just our family around!” Emaleigh and I went through story of story of things that have happened to us that we just had to laugh at.  Trust me; I have A LOT of stories…just wait.  That seemed to help a little bit…but what helped even more was the firsthand experience that we had later on that evening. I’m glad that Elijah is more of a visual learner, because what he was about to see would really help this “lesson” sink in.

We went to my nieces’ play, and afterwards I was gushing over Bubba’s touchdown that he made that morning.  I knew that he wasn’t going to talk about it, so I was telling my brother and sister in law all about it…not just telling, showing…movements and all.  I even put my purse down for the re-enactment.  Anyway, I was showing them the figure 8’s and crazy zig zags that Bubba did to achieve his touchdown…then it happened.

I don’t even think I made loop.

I don’t even think that I made it to a zig…or even a zag for that matter.

As I went to turn around, my left foot slipped and I went down.  I didn’t even have time to catch myself.  I slammed to the ground hitting my left hip, arm and face against the gym floor.  Not sure if I need new soles on my boots or if the school needs to sweep their floor…either way, there I was lying on the floor completely embarrassed.

But, I knew that Elijah’s eyes were on me. His mom, who just face planted in a gym full of strangers.

Yes, I am 31 years old.  And yes, (even at 31) when something embarrassing happens, it makes me feel like I am a 7 year old kid. It even gave me a flash back of farting in 6th grade while I was in mid sit-up.  Complete embarrassment.

Every ounce of me wanted to cry.  I could actually feel my face turning bright red (just as it always does when I’m embarrassed) and I could taste every ounce of dignity leaving my body.  Well, that might have actually been the gym floor I tasted.  Did I mention how hard I landed? Oh, and did I mention it was in a gym full of 8 members of my family and about 40 strangers?

It was the type of fall that happened so fast, yet it keeps replaying over and over in slow motion.  It was the type of fall that has left my arm SO completely sore today.  It was the type of fall, that had I just been an observer, I would have reacted the same way that the rest of my family did.

Overwhelming laughter.

I wish I could say I did it on purpose to make a point.  But that wasn’t the case at all.  And, just so everyone knows, Elijah looked NOTHING like that when he made his touchdown.

Anyway, as much as I wanted to cry, I didn’t.  I joined in with my family, who was clearly laughing AT me. Not just laughing either…they were keeled over, hysterically laughing. When I got up off of the floor, I looked up to see Elijah with the biggest smile on his face.  Luckily, it was just my family who was looking at me.  I’m almost positive that every single stranger there saw, but they were all embarrassed for me, and decided to turn their cheeks.  Anyway, after just a few minutes, I didn’t even have the urge to cry anymore.  There were tears, but the tears were from all of us laughing so hard.

Needless to say, I’m glad that Elijah was able to see me (in a moment of complete embarrassment) laugh at myself.  And, to see that it was alright.  I just hope that I never have to do a stunt like that again to teach my little boy a lesson…whether it be on purpose or not.  And this one, clearly, was not.

So, if you take something from this, remember; Laugh at yourself.  Smile when you feel like crying.  It might just be what turns your day around.  And, if you’re doing zig zags on a gym floor…don’t just put your purse down…take off your boots too.

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What Lurks In The Fridge…

Do you remember being a kid and being afraid of something?

When I was little, I remember jumping onto my bed, not gently climbing…violently jumping with a 4 foot start because I was afraid something was going to grab me by my ankles. For some, including me, it’s something as simple as being afraid of the dark. My two oldest kids are 9 and 7 and every night we still leave a lamp on for them. Every night we tuck the kids into bed saying prayers, hugs, kisses and even ensuring that Elijah’s tucked in with his flashlight and nun chucks (because you never know when you’ll need them.) Yet, sometimes that fear of the unknown sneaks in.

Maybe it’s just because Halloween is lurking right around the corner but today, I got a reminder of what that kind of fear is like.

I cleaned my fridge.

And let me tell you…I was frightened. (I was so glad there is a light in there, or else I would have had to borrow Elijah’s flashlight and nun chucks) There was a whole lot of “unknown” going on in there. There were things in my fridge that as I pulled them out…very, very slowly I thought, “When in the world did I make this?” That’s bad. I know, I’m pretty apprehensive to even admit to what the fridge looked like, but I’ve got to be straight forward here.

I am so busy during the day with so many “other” things to do around the house, that I’ll be the first to admit that cleaning the fridge is the absolute last thing on my mind. It’s crazy because I am in the fridge ALL day long…well, not sitting in it, but getting stuff out and putting leftovers in. I just didn’t realize how many leftovers I had put in! It was bad.

For the last two weeks Ray and I have been saying, “Where are all of our Tupperware with LIDS?”, searching all over only to find a lid with not matching partner…I found them. They were being held hostage in my refrigerator, along with Emaleigh’s long lost sandwich box. I’m pretty positive that when I opened up one of the many containers I actually heard it plea for its life. Tupperware after Tupperware of half eaten food, outdated cottage cheese, a bag of drippy lettuce and frosting (that I know grew an eyeball).

Ray thought I was crazy when he would ask me what we’re having for dinner, and I would have no clue…running out of ideas. He thought we had a fridge full of options…little did he know, these “options” were forming their own armies in our fridge.  And, if I hadn’t cleaned it out today they just might have retaliated tomorrow.  With this being said, I courageously cleaned out our entire fridge.  No bad mayonnaise or sour milk was left behind. I cleaned it all, and boy did it feel good! Now that the fridge is clean, one thing is clear; it’s time to go grocery shopping.  Hopefully the next time it needs cleaned; there won’t be anything in there going “bump in the night”.

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Think Before You Speak…

“If you can’t say anything nice”…

We’ve all heard it.

When I was little, I remember getting told that occasionally. Now, as a mom, I have found myself saying the same thing to my own kids. It’s usually when they’re in a heated argument over who gets to sit in the middle seat or a great debate over who ate the last piece of licorice. Usually, I am able to end the arguments pretty swiftly by confessing that, “IT WAS ME! I ate the last piece, and it was GOOD!”

Yes, my kids fight. And yes, sometimes, when they do…they don’t say very nice things.

We’re all guilty. Things have been said that we wish we could take back. Words spew out of our mouths that should have gone through some type of filter first. But once the words have been spoken, they’re out.

Emaleigh came home from school yesterday and explained to me that a friend of hers told her, “So and so doesn’t like your haircut because it makes you look fat.”

Wow.

As she told me this, her eyes began to well up with tears. I thought to myself, what compels people to say such things; such mean and hurtful things. Things that now, every time Emaleigh looks in the mirror, is going to question.

The worst part of this: So and So… is an adult. A grown woman who is sharing her thoughts on my daughters haircut to others. Sharing it in a manner, or around people, that she figured it would never get back to my little girl…yet, it did. And those words can never be undone.

I have heard adults talk about other adults. Kids talk about other kids. But, I cannot figure out for the life of me, why something like this is being said from an adult about a child. My child. This might sound petty to some, and maybe it is, but I just don’t understand. So what if she didn’t like Emaleigh’s haircut? So. What.

So now, I find myself wanting to tell a grown adult, “If you can’t say anything nice”…

My heart breaks for my little girl who is just coming into her own. Who has just recently taken an interest into doing her own, beautiful hair. She has always been so independent…wanting to do everything on her own. But, it hasn’t been until just recently that she has taken an interest in her hair. So, I let her do it herself . No, her ponytails aren’t always straight, or one side of her hair might be a little “fluffy”, but it’s how she likes to do it. And, she looks beautiful. She looked beautiful with long hair, and she looks just as beautiful with short.

It’s about this age that young girls begin to take notice of their appearance a little bit more. I know for Emaleigh, she has been a little bit more conscience of what she looks like before she takes off to school, or even before we go to Wal-Mart. Yes, Wal-Mart.

I’m so proud of the young woman that she is becoming…and I’m so proud of how she handled herself, even though I’m sure her heart broke just a little bit when she heard those words.

As I sit and write this, tears stream down my face for her. My little girl, who is not fat. My little girl, who cut 12 inches of her hair off to donate to other little girls who have had cancer and have lost their own. My little girl, that did that not because she was asked to, but because she wanted to. My little girl, who is not perfect, and doesn’t try to be. My little girl, who had a little piece of her taken away because of those words.

Tears stream down my face for every little girl who has even been told, “you look fat”. Although the comments might be seemingly harmless, they can leave a lasting remark that can never be undone.

I ask you…no, I beg you to think before you speak.

Again, I know we are all guilty of saying things or doing things that we regret. Sometimes even saying things that we don’t even realize has hurt the other person. Yet, it does…more times than we know. And now, as a result of a careless mouth of an adult, I am trying to pick up the pieces of my little girls heart.

Think before you speak.

Especially if it’s concerning a child. Think before you say it. Just think.

“The tongue can bring death or life; those who love to talk will reap the consequences.”

Proverbs 18:21 NLT

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Today’s Tribune Blog

Hope you all have a great day! Enjoy my Greeley Moms Blog. 🙂
http://www.greeleytribune.com/news/feature3/7335147-113/caiti-ride-boat-slow

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Gotta love a good poop story…

If you are needing to laugh today here’s a good read for you. Also, if you like to be grossed out, here’s a good read for you. Today’s Greeley Tribune blog. http://www.greeleytribune.com/news/feature3/7148110-113/poop-kids-mom-socks
Enjoy!

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Healing…

There is some serious healing in writing. When I started to blog about a year ago, I had no idea what an inner transformation I would embark on. I am so glad I finally decided to put my pen to paper. I encourage you to do the same. Please enjoy my latest Greeley Tribune blog.
Happy Tuesday!

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