JustMOMsensations

Since I was a late bloomer with blogging (or is that called a 'late blogger') - I will periodically share some of my stories from the last few years.  This one always makes me laugh - and helps my waist-line by keeping me away from ice-cream!! Soft Ice-Cream, Baby Poop Flavoured We were two new parents, with a new baby earlier in our marriage than we had planned.   It was unexpected, joyful and delicious – but not always.   Newlyweds, having a daughter in our mid 30s, required a number of adjustments and sacrifices.   All with the common intent, to embrace this unexpected gift, and put our plans on fast-track to be ready for the family we had both dreamed of. I had been the youngest of four children in my family; born when my siblings were all in the double digits.   It seemed like I had five parents instead of two, because of my older brother and two sisters.   Two of my siblings had four kids between them when I was a teenager.   I gained loads of experience and joy

I just experienced the camping trip from HELL. Sacrificed 1 DS, 1 Playbook, 1 Blackberry and 1 Satellite radio .. as a storm sent a river through our tent .   The afore mentioned electronics spent days resting in zip bags full of rice, in hopes the water would be sucked out and they would once again, zip, brrrrrrrrrg and ring to life.   Ask anyone – I am NOT a camper, but, this past weekend, we joined some friends at Sandbanks Provincial Park , to surprise one of my best girlfriends for her 40 th Birthday.   I watched the weather forecast ahead of time, wishing the threat of rain away – yet determined to make it for one night to surprise my pal. On Friday afternoon, all was looking good.   No rain in sight, blue sky, and another friend texted they had already set-up the tent for my family to sleep in.   We arrived at Sandbanks, unpacked, and joined our friends for a BBQ and campfire.   After a night of great company, food and a bottle of wine,   I awoke at 8am to find my husba

When you wish on a star, what do you ask for?   So many of us say we just wanted to be happy, or what we want for our kids is for them to be happy.   I just had a birthday and as I was blowing out my candles, I was reminded of a speaker I heard several years ago at a spiritual breakfast.   The speaker said, “don’t raise your kids in the hopes they will be happy, raise them too be good – and then many will be happy, including them.”     I remember how moving   and thought sparking that statement was and still is for me.   So many people are focused on finding happiness, like it is a destination, instead of a by-product of a more important journey – goodness.   The definition of good from www.webster-dictionary.net is; Good = 1. Possessing desirable qualities ; adapted to answer the end designed ; promoting success , welfare , or happiness ; serviceable ; useful ; fit ; excellent ; admirable ; commendable ; not bad , corrupt , evil , n

This photo from "All About Women" has inspired today's blog entry:   I had wonderful parents growing up, in fact five of them because my three siblings were teenagers when I was born.  I always knew I was loved, and was taught the important values of family, and respect of self and others.  Many of the words from those formative years molded the person and Mother I am today. I adored my older siblings, but they were kids themselves during my early years and some of their words have affected my life all of my 44 years. "Stop chewing like a cow!" grew up to sound like this in my self talk;  "you are fat and eat too aggressively!"    I also remember being a very chatty child and it was not unusual for me to hear "could you stop talking for 5 minutes??!!" - making me wonder if what I had to say was important to anyone. I also remember always being asked "did you do your best?"  If I didn't get the highest grade on a report car

My son's daycare had five amazing, 8-foot sunflowers growing in their garden this summer.  My own sunflowers didn't do very well so we asked if we could have some of the seeds from daycare to plant in our garden next summer.  Shawna began to harvest the seeds from the faces of the sunflowers.  She took some home with her and a creature destroyed most of them - only a few remaining in their shells.  She returned to daycare to learn that the heads of the remaining sunflowers had been stolen right off their stalks in the yard of the daycare.  The ladies were upset and disappointed that they might not be able to carry on the tradition of their sunflowers. Cornell Sunflower - see the attempt at taping the stem ... When my husband got home from work today he told me their story and asked,"hey - do you have any more of those books with the 'Cornell Sunflower' story?"  A story I wrote was published by 'Chicken Soup' and the similarities to the sunflowe

Since this blog is about feelings, I thought I would share this poem by an unknown author ... it made be bawl this morning ... maybe it will touch you too: A drunk man in an Oldsmobile They said had run the light That caused the six-car pileup        On 109 that night. When broken bodies lay about And blood was everywhere, The sirens screamed out eulogies, For death was in the air.            A mother, trapped inside her car,                     Was heard above the noise; Her plaintive plea near split the air: Oh, God, please spare my boys!   She fought to loose her pinned hands; She struggled to get free, But mangled metal held her fast In grim captivity.                    Her frightened eyes then focused On where the back seat once had been, But all she saw was broken glass and Two children's seats crushed in. Her twins were nowhere to be seen; She did not hear them cry, And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, Oh, God, don't let

Mom, Business Consultant, Writer .... now Blogger!  My very creative cousin said to me this weekend, "You are a Writer - and a Mom - AND you work from home.  YOU should be blogging."  I shook my head in agreement yet unsure, as my wheels began to spin. Yes, I consider myself fairly automated and reasonably savvy with social media for a 40-something Mom of two, however, couldn't really picture how a blog would fit in ... so I did what I do best - I dove in!!  Welcome to my new blog.  I am not entirely certain what this will be, but I expect it will be where I combine by trials and joys of Motherhood and family life, along with the common sense approach projected into my business consulting work. Does this blog make sense for me ... should you read it? Time will tell.  You may agree with me, think I am nuts, or be apathetic to my words but I want you to tell me what you think each time I share a story and ask you, "Does this make sense???" Ok Sheri - just