This Christmas, my mom gave me one of the best gifts I’ve ever received. She mailed me my gifts this year like she does every year since we live in different parts of the country but the feeling I got when I opened the gift was one I’ll never forget.
I picked up the gigantic box from my doorstep and carefully cut it open. Stockings galore stared back at me when I lifted the flaps to look inside. My mom had made a stocking for each one of my children. I pulled out Dylan’s and Hannah’s and Elinor’s and handed each one out to my kids who were jumping up and down at this point. At the very bottom of the box was a big, furry stocking in all of its glamour with three little mice figurines taped to the outside of the stocking. I peeked inside the stocking and pulled out a black book with the words “My Bucket List” on the cover. A huge grin covered my face and immediate feelings of love, gratitude and understanding came over me.
I had my mom on Duo so she was able to watch me open the book. If you know me you know how excited I get about talking about my bucket list, checking things off my bucket list and encouraging others to start their own bucket list. She told me she found the book in a little store while on vacation at the beach and knew I had to have it.
On the front of the stocking those three little mice figurines I told you about were actually holding money. I didn’t see it at first but my mom had rolled money and tucked them inside the mice. It was the cutest thing ever and so meaningful to me. Her message, “Here’s some money to start your next bucket list item.”
It’s never too late to start working on your bucket list. Start by writing down at least one thing you’ve always wanted to do and go from there. Start taking little steps towards making it happen. I promise you – it’s one of the most thrilling and exciting feelings to see your bucket list dreams come true. I devoted an entire section in my book, “I See You: Helping Moms Go from Overwhelmed to In Control” to the idea behind bucket lists and there is a fun bucket list sheet for you to write in your own ideas.
Learning guitar was on my bucket list and I’m about to start my sixth month of lessons. I’ve been trying to decide what’s next. I guess we’ll see 🙂
As the New Year approaches, I find myself thinking about my kids and trying to gauge how much they really understand about the idea behind making New Year’s resolutions. I wrote this article that appears in January’s edition of South Florida Parenting Magazine to teach (myself) and others how to get the message across.
What are your New Year’s resolutions? Have you talked about them with your kids? I bet you’d be surprised to hear what your child’s resolutions are. I know I was!
Because you all asked for it…here you go. Today’s blog post is about my three kids cutting their own hair. Let me premise this post with something. I have to tell you I had a dental implant put in on Friday so I’m still a little loopy. Okay, with that being said, I’ve asked the kids to have extra patience with me as I parent them during fall break. I think that was mistake number one. I let my wall down. I let my guard down. I’m pretty sure that was my kids’ “in” for taking full advantage of mom.
We woke up this morning all rested and happy. I slept a straight 12 glorious hours and I wasn’t sure what to do with myself when I woke up. I was (don’t tell anyone) still tired. Do you think it had anything to do with the whole idea the more sleep you get the more tired you will be? I made my cup of coffee and turned on the news. My kids got their allotted phone time in the morning and all was well. I made everyone breakfast, did some laundry, let the kids play and jumped in the shower. I should have known something was wrong when I saw my 4-year-old holding the kitchen scissors. That might have been mistake number two. Not sure, but pretty sure.
I actually believed her when she told me “no reason” when I asked her why she had the scissors. I simply put the scissors away and that was that. I think that was the medicine reacting and not my normal ‘mom’ self. It wasn’t until I went upstairs and saw the mass destruction in the playroom that I lost it. That’s when everything went blurry. I started yelling at the kids to pick up the mess and when I walked into the upstairs bathroom to throw something away…that’s when I saw it. Hair. Chunks of blonde hair on the floor. What the…? DYLAN!!!! When Dylan looked at me I saw it. The shag haircut underneath what used to be his bangs. Was telling him he looked like Justin Bieber a mistake? Was he really trying to look like Bieber now? I won’t bore you with our conversation because it was exactly how you think it would be between a 9-year-old and his mom after she found out he cut his hair and then encouraged his two little sisters to do the same. ‘Nough said.
This is our fall break. I think I’m naive. I think that is mistake number three. I thought we were past all of this little kid stuff of cutting hair without asking. I thought taking showers by myself was the ordinary and something only new moms with babies had to worry about. Guess not. Guess my kids showed me that you’re never too old to do things you’re not supposed to do. Here’s to one more day of fall ‘break’ for the Ruffings. I am looking forward to Thursday when school is back in session. I love my kids but I also like it when they have hair on their heads.
Also, I have the coolest friends in the world because more than one has called me pretending to be a client asking for a haircut. You guys are the best 🙂