From just #momlife to sharing a journey of trauma and loss with Zen living.

Have you ever had something in your life continue to repeat itself or show itself? Maybe it’s an interest in something or a person that somehow keeps showing up in front of you in random places that one would never expect you to find them? Have you ever had signs clearly showing you that you are on the right track but just don’t know what it is?

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OMG, you let your son wear a dress? Damn right!

Let kids be kids is a saying I heard a lot of over my life time. Let them laugh, play, make fart jokes and get dirty. Let them fight (not physically) and make mistakes, break toys and eat with their fingers. Let girls wear pants and boys wear dresses. Right?

I choose to live along the lines of the above. My kids can be taught a lot of things but not how to love a certain way or a certain sex.

We shop at Walmart a lot. It’s a way for the kids to run off their energy and for me to shop. Sure I end up spending a bit more than I want to but it all works out for the better in the end. One day we were in the girls section and Kylan says he wants to put a dress on. He pointed to the dress and said,

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I feel like a bad parent when I’m happy my kids are gone.

When parents get time to themselves, they are usually elated. No screaming, crying or obnoxious kids running around – you get a break! Raising kids can be tough and you absolutely need time away to recharge. But it’s also an amazing experience and a blessing.

Being a single parent who has my children every day out of the month except one week at Christmas break and every other weekend, I find it draining and somewhat difficult at times. I’m not talking about not being able to go out and have drinks with my co-workers when they send out a WhatsApp message to get together on a Tuesday night, but in general, as they get older, they start to fight, they get into activities, the need more of me yet are more independant, more emotional and want to stay up hours on end all the while I am tried as hell from a 7 AM – 6 PM work life.

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