Me too. You too?

“Me too. You too? I had no clue.”

He did. She didn’t. A story far from new.

Yet still a story few speak about… what happens if we do?

Those feelings creep back in, haunting… do they do the same for you?

I have a love now. He is great. He is kind. But he also has no clue…

How words, actions, power took a part of you.

Do you share? No, no I don’t want to.

Shame… the victim, once again, blames herself for something she did not do.

If I tell him, will he still love me or will he judge me? I wish I had a clue.

It has opened pandora’s box, this campaign called #metoo

But oddly, I don’t mind. For my hope is a breakthrough…

What if my daughters can grow up without feeling shame, silenced or forced to subdue?

What if my son can grow up without feeling shame, silenced or forced to subdue?

What if, just what if, this is a turning point to something new?

“Me too. You too?” But please not our kids.

No.

Rewriting history for the next ingenue.

by Lucy Riles, Life of Mom Co-Founder

Wild Parenting: 100 Hikes and Two Little Girls

My name is Megan Fisher. Who am I? Well, my feet are filthy, I have dirt under every fingernail, and my hair has been styled by the wind. As a mother of two beautiful daughters, I have rocks, leaves, and petals in every pocket. You see, I get to be a kid again and see the world’s wonders through the eyes of my daughters.

I grin with amazement when my daughters and I are out exploring nature together. I feel so connected to the earth and to them at the same time. We sit in fields, climb up mountains, slide down hills, run into sunsets, build rock towers, and draw designs in the dirt. Our hikes allow us to share stories, to explore and to feel free. Feel free to just be. Be together. Be present.

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On New Years 2017, my daughters Lily (7) and Ruby (6) committed to doing the 52 hike challenge. Their spark came from wanting to inspire other kids to get out and explore the hills with them. I am thrilled to report as of October 5, 2017, they have surpassed that goal and completed 89 hikes. Now their goal is 100 by New Year’s Eve 2017.

We live in busy Los Angeles that, amazingly, has an abundant amount of beauty surrounding it. The hills in our neighborhood offer great access to trails nearby. Most of the girl’s hikes have been in Calabasas, Malibu, and Woodland Hills. We often have the trails to ourselves and are given the rare gift of peace and quiet. Other times we invite our friends to join. We have had 60 parents and kids join us for sunset hikes. It’s amazing to see kids stamina as they go and go and go with huge grins plastered their faces. They make up stories together, sing as loud as they can, challenge each other to climb higher, and help each other when they fall. This has become our special time, unplugged and connected to the people in our community.

We also find new hikes on our travels. This year, we went to the central coast of California, Death Valley, Utah, Massachusetts, Michigan and New Hampshire. One of my favorite memories was in Death Valley. The girls and their good friend Max found these glorious hills to climb all by themselves. It was so empowering for them because they did it alone and I could still keep an eye on them. They climbed so high and then ran down barren sandy hills that softened their falls.

That image will stay in my mind forever. In that moment, I didn’t feel fear, I felt proud. I was proud of their independence. I wondered if they felt like kings and queens on the mountaintop as they looked down over us from so high above.

I have felt how nature heals my family. Nature is our church and our medicine. It is full of surprises and gifts of ever-changing glorious sunsets and tall grasses to run through. Nature is our best friend.

Cheers to every other outdoor-loving family out there! And, to those who are hesitant to start exploring; I encourage you to give it a shot. Pull on some hiking boots, open the door and breathe it in. Nature will love you back. Promise.

by Megan Fisher

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Wild Parenting is a blog series put together by contributing parents who understand the value that the outdoors can bring to their children’s lives. Whose mission is to explore the world with a spirit of adventure, together.

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We put the FUN in dysfunction!

Being the youngest of 12 children, my mother had a saying that I find myself quoting often. She would say “we put the FUN in dysfunction!”

Coming from such a large family taught me pretty quick that there was no perfect family or right way to raise your children. In my big Irish Catholic family, we fight hard but we love harder. And at the end of the day, my parents raised us to be there for eachother during the hard times…and my siblings have not disappointed. The surge of love and support we all feel from one another is the greatest gift our parents gave us.

Now I am a mom of 3 young children. My oldest is medically fragile and has special needs. The days can be incredibly challenging. Simple things like school and birthday parties can bring out epic breakdowns… What my husband and I envisioned our future is nothing like what it is today. The ordinary family just was not in the cards for our little crew. And you know what? That’s okay. Because my little family is extraordinary. They have taught me so much and made me a better person. My family introduced me to a love so profoundly deep… we celebrate life’s little victories and accomplishments. I am thankful and blessed everyday to be their mom.

So is my family dysfunctional? Yep.

Do we have FUN in our dysfunctional family? Absolutely!

Lucy Riles, Life of Mom Co-Founder

The Day I Won at Motherhood.

Last year, while attending a parents only Back-to-School night, I took a picture of my daughter’s drawing hanging up in the classroom. When I got home, I sat her down and asked why her self-portrait was crying. She said sadly “because my drawing isn’t as good as everyone else’s portraits”

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… Yes her drawing in fact did not look anything like the drawings of all of her peers. You see they were instructed to draw their portrait a certain way and were given a step by step tutorial of what it should look like.
I was crushed. It’s hard enough to see your child sad, but then to see them draw themselves sad is too much for any mom to take. It was in that moment, I began to tell her about really famous artists and all the different ways they create art. I pulled up paintings by a little known man named Pablo Picasso. Her somber face succumbed to smiles as we looked through google images of Picasso’s work…

I asked her “What do these paintings remind you of?”
Almost giggling with excitement she answered “My self-portrait!”

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And for just one moment, I felt like I won at Motherhood.

Weeks later, I had a conference with this teacher in which I brought up my daughter’s portrait. Her response “well maybe if she listened more during the lesson, her portrait would look like everyone else’s.” What?! Again, I was crushed… mainly because this teacher was fully aware of my child’s special needs and learning disabilities… this wasn’t math, this was ART!!! A place for special minds to create and express themselves, “there is no wrong way to create art!” I replied. I should know, I was raised by an incredible Artist… my mother. I went on to explain to this teacher that in that moment she missed an opportunity. It could have been a teaching moment, to celebrate each child’s unique, creative form of expression. What a perfect history lesson it could have been on Pablo Picasso:)

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That week, we changed her teacher.

Disclaimer: I would like to note, this post is in no way bagging on teachers or even this particular teacher… I’m sure she is gifted in other ways, teaching children with special needs may not be one of them. And I have the absolute highest level of respect and admiration for teachers and all they do. In the same school, I have seen my child with special needs thrive due to some of the most amazing teachers. I write this more for us parents and teachers to keep an eye out for those “Picasso” teaching moments. You have the power to literally turn a child’s tear of disappointment into giggles of excitement.

I will end with a quote that goes something like “don’t ask a child to live in your world… visit their world instead.”

by Lucy Riles, Life of Mom Co-Founder

The Day My Kids Called Me Out In Front of My Mother-In-Law!

All events in this story are 100% accurate and based on a true story…
Earlier this week, my mother-in-law came up to take care of my kids so that my husband and I could attend a conference. Since my husband does a lot of hosting and emceeing events, he had ordered some new tailored suits that also happened to arrived this week. My mother-in-law, who happens to be a mix between Mother Teresa/Carol Brady/Martha Stewart, offered to iron his newly tailored suit and shirts. Well seeing that I do all my ironing in the dryer with a damp hand towel, my husband jumped at the offer… poor guy has lived in wrinkled clothes for the past decade.
So picture this… kids playing in the playroom while my MIL is ironing in the living room. And since my 5yr old has an internal snack alarm clock that goes off every 15mins, he walks into the living room and stops in his tracks… the shock, the awe, the uncertainty takes over as he meekly asks…
Son: Mimi, what IS that?
MIL: It’s an ironing board.
Son: And what is THAT?
MIL: It’s an iron.
Son: What does it do?
MIL: politely laughs it off and continues ironing.
 
Myself, on the other hand, dies a slow death of embarrassment as my kid has just completely called me out in front of my mother-in-law. And as if that wasn’t enough, my littlest Brutus walks in seconds after her brother and while not yet able to fully talk, managed to signal and point at these foreign objects too that has invaded our living room. She then proceeds to yell and point at it, trying to make it go away… just go ahead and add more salt to the wound kid. Okay, we get it, MOMMY DOESN’T IRON so my children have no idea what an iron and ironing board are.

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Now my MIL already knows I can’t cook for the life of me, and now my own little bambinos have betrayed me, exposing yet another domestic task I have failed her in. Yet another service her beloved prince has been deprived from by marrying me. Lucky for me, my MIL does not put any attention on my domestic shortcomings. As I stated earlier, she is part Mother Teresa.

So I may not be a domestic goddess… far from it! Over the years, I’ve gotten much better at accepting my deficiency in household chores and focus on the many gifts I bring to this home. Such as my stellar performances singing along to broadway musicals in the kitchen. Or the birthday parties I plan based on each child’s theme preference. Or my fantastical skillz at hosting Wine O’clock Wednesday Trivia, being able to drink wine WHILE talking for an hour straight!
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Lucy Riles, Life of Mom Co-Founder
 
 
 

I’m Sorry… I’m Not Sorry for Leaving My Kids Behind.

Before kids, you could find my husband and I jumping out of planes (okay only did this once), road tripping across country or frequenting any karaoke bar any night of our choosing. Alas, those days of freedom are long gone. As parents to 3 young children, it feels more like my husband and are in a neverending game of hot potato…
Husband: “You take the kids, I have to shower.”
Me: “Now it’s your turn, I need to run to target.”
Husband: “Can you give the kids a bath, I need a break.”
Me: “Okay then you read them a story and put them to bed.”
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7 days a week, 24 hours a day. Parenthood can be exhausting to put it lightly, and often times your marriage goes on the back burner. I’m guilty of it. You’re guilty of it.
And I’m here to give you a solution to this problem… leave your kids behind! Okay, this sounds a bit dramatic (i.e. the title of this article) but this technique is highly affective for our marriage. For some, it’s weekly date nights, for others it’s scheduling their sexy time. For my parents, who had 12 kids, it was meeting up at a local motel and locking their kids out of their bedroom on the one night a week my dad had off.
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For us, it’s trips without our kids! To be able to take off the “mom hat” and just be present with my man is so important. We are both transported to a simpler time with no restriction on time, schedule or snack demands. Not everyone has a back-up to watch their kids, so it takes creativity, swapping kids-free weekends with another mom friend or family member could work. For us, we are very lucky to have my incredible mother and father-in-law to watch over our kiddos.
Not gonna lie, the first few times we left our kids, I was filled with anxiety and guilt but now I realize THEY are the ones who benefit the most from mommy and daddy getting away together. Because we are able to connect more as couple, we both are way better parents to our kids. It’s not enough to just love my kids unconditionally… building a strong, intimate bond with my man makes for a more loving enviornment for our children too.
by Lucy Riles, Life of Mom Co-Founder

The Birth of the Bestie Moon!

Congratulations! You are about to become a new Mommy to an adorable mini version of yourself. But hold on to your stirrups mama, you have one more thing to do before baby arrives… and that is a “Bestie Moon!” It’s a “Baby Moon” minus the Daddy plus the Bestie!
You see, once upon a time, (about 3 weeks ago) my Bestie was desperate for a relaxing trip before baby #3 arrived. She had it all worked out for her mom and sister to watch her little ones for a few nights… the only problem was her husband couldn’t take off work. As great Dads do, he was saving his time off for when the baby arrives.
What, oh what is a Mom-to-be to do!?!?
So one day, Mommy-to-be was venting to her Bestie (aka me!) about how badly she needed to go someplace warm, somewhere she could sleep in and not feel the stress of everyday motherhood. It was in that moment that the birth of the “Bestie Moon” was delivered into my brain. I had a trip already planned to Austin, TX so I thought “Hey Bestie! You should come to Austin with me!” And she did…
…and Mommy-to-be and her Bestie lived happily ever after!
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The End.
by Lucy Riles, Life of Mom Co-Founder

To Pee, or Not To Pee… in a Car.

Imagine a parking lot of 6 lanes of stopped cars. It’s 1:40pm and brutal LA traffic is already in full affect. Your daughter needs to be picked up across town by 2pm. Meanwhile, your 1yr old is asleep in her carseat and your 5yr old son proclaims “Mommy, I have to go pee pee!!!” But in a failed attempt to move faster, you have joined the left-ish of 6 stopped lanes of traffic. What do you do?
I needed to act fast. So naturally I grabbed an empty cup occupying the cupholder. While the top harness stayed in tact, my son unbuckled the bottom portion of his seatbelt. We were in stopped traffic so with one hand on the wheel and the other holding the cup, I carefully held it at an angle as to ensure no spill over. My instructions were very clear, aim down towards the cup. With my eyes on the car in front of me, I waited but heard and felt no urine contact…
That’s when I looked back… there it was… a jet stream of urine aimed directly up into his own face. As I shouted “POINT DOWN! POINT DOWN!!!” he ever so slightly shifted aim only to have the still very powerful jet stream of urine now spraying the ceiling of my SUV, making an almost perfect arch into my purse and passenger seat… it kept going.
I succumbed to defeat and dropped the cup, placed my other hand back on the steering wheel and moved 20 inches further in traffic.
Life of MOMment Short Story Series.
by Lucy Riles, Life of Mom Co-Founder

The 5 Star Concierge Mom

My services include, but not limited to:
Travel – When exiting a vehicle, I will often find myself carrying 4 various bags, 3 leftover sippy cups, 2 pairs of shoes and a partridge in a pear tree. Meanwhile my handsfree child refuses to exit said vehicle unless I carry them into the house. When traveling via plane, it is suggested to provide individually packed suitcases full of crap… I mean engaging learning materials with 50 piece sets that repeatedly drop on the pristine plane floor which results in me leaning over 3 plane seats and tray tables full of preferred refreshments as I look for the cap to the blue marker that will inevitably get left on said plane. After about 23mins into flight, I succomb to the back-up technology that I swore would only be used as a last resort. Travel Warning Advisory! If you attempt to pack only a single set of headphones for your children to “share” prepare yourself for a turbulant ride!

Beneath those smiles are travel barbarians.
Mealtime – While one child will only eat his egg sandwhich unless there are no egg particles sticking out of the crusty (yet not burnt) toast, another child refuses eggs altogether insisting that today I miraculously grow a gluten-free donut out of my ass. And let’s not forget the toddler that drops every delicious bite of expensive meat, eggs, cheese, fresh fruit and vegetables on the floor for our dog to quickly snatch up while simultaneously throwing a level 5 hurricane tantrum because I won’t allow her to eat dogfood and suck all the savory juices out of said dog’s doggie treats. (gag)

There’s no place she’d rather be than relishing in the dog bowls.
Bathtime – After a fulfilling meal, children are then pampered with a soothing lavendar bath. This luxurious ammenity quickly results in a minor flood of bathroom floor because they used that damn trenta cup from Starbucks to dump water out of the tub. Nothing quite like prolonging bath time as I reclaim my floor resulting in kids hands and feet looking more E.T. than human.

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Bedtime – The glorious time when my child dumps every book off the shelf and onto the floor to find that one book. While contemplating making her clean up said book mess, I succomb to cleaning it up myself because said child will take 1000 times longer and I desperately need my children asleep as soon as possible. As I present each child their chilled water, I am met with resistance because I did not include the f***ing ice in the royal one’s chalice. At which time I succomb to retreating for ice because I am weak, feeble and exhaustion has set in… And just as the sun sets each day, my heirs inevitably yield to slumber.

Those sweet, slumbering facets inspire me to do it all over again tomorrow.
Concierge service has now expired for the evening as I exit the royal suite… As I look around, I shed a single tear because my beloved palace looks less majestic and more like a Sunday morning in a frat house. I contemplate cleaning said palace for a moment, but then I’m reminded tomorrow will only bring the same post-frat house feel. So what is a 5 star Concierge Mom to do?!?
Wine. I pour myself a generous, victorious glass of wine as I prepares for morrow’s wakening.
by Lucy Riles, Life of Mom Co-founder

Happy 1st Birthday Life of Mom!

One year ago tomorrow, Life of Mom was born. It was slightly terrifying since I had 3 young kids already and not “worked” in any other career role since becoming a mom 7 years ago. Why terrifying? I was afraid of failing, feeling rejected and judged… Ironically, my fears were also the very reason I wanted to create Life of Mom. After feeling too much pressure as a young mom, the quick-to-judge assumptions and negative comments on social media were a bit much for this mama to take. It was important for me to provide a positive space for all moms to share MOMments that make you belly laugh or cry… to vent or ask questions without feeling rejected or judged.
Well this “baby” of mine is turning one tomorrow and I couldn’t be prouder! With 46K plus followers on Facebook and an ever growing presence on Twitter and Instagram, my “lil mama” is growing up! Every week, hitting more milestones, discovering more ways to create content and navigate through this social media stratosphere. It was also important to share many of my own Life of Mom struggles and triumphs, maybe my story could help other moms out there… because in 7 short years, I’ve been through a lot…
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I have breastfed and bottlefed. I have sleep trained and co-slept. I feed my kids organic produce and visit In-and-Out burger on a weekly basis. I have had healthy pregnancies, complicated ones and losses no one should have to endure. I have watched my daughter flatline in front of me and held my stillborn son in the palm of my hand. I have a medically fragile child with special needs. I lost my mom before I became a mom. I have rock star mom moments, mediocre mom moments and major mommy fail moments. I have experienced devastating lows and incredible moments of joy… what have I learned? Motherhood is profoundly hard. One thing I have found moms need from other moms more than anything… support!!!
Earlier this week, a new mom reached out to Life of Mom privately for advice but wanted to remain anonymous because she was afraid of feeling rejected or being judged… This was my response to her: “First off CONGRATS on being a new mommy!!! There is so much pressure on moms these days! You do what works best for you and your child… there is a saying I love to quote “opinions are like assholes, everybody’s got one!” But in all seriousness, you will do great and Life of Mom is here to support you!” It feels immensely rewarding to make someone feel supported on this ride called motherhood, to make someone laugh or feel good about themselves. If Life of Mom can provide that to moms, my “work” is a success!
So Happy 1st Birthday sweet girl, I’m proud to be your mom!
by Lucy Riles, Proud Mommy to Life of Mom
I’d like to end with a quote from the Mother of all mothers…
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