Kinder is Hopping this Easter. #KinderMom

My six-year-old’ s eyes are open as wide as can be and her jaw drops to the floor in awe, as my four-year-old makes a b-line toward me. My daughters just heard me open a huge box in the next room. In the package is a basket filled with Kinder chocolate Easter goodies. Their hands smothered it so fast before I could even unwrap the cellophane.

That is the magic of Kinder chocolates in our house. They arrive for special occasions and the just-because-days. This Easter we do not have any plans, no gatherings to attend. We sometimes travel to a friends or close families. Lately, we just go with the flow of where our spirits take us.
One tradition that we have carried on with our children is a household egg hunt. My husband’s memories at Easter were filled with searching for eggs loaded with clues written by the Easter Bunny. He and his sibs would race around the house and backyard looking for the next clue. Even though our kids our young, the ‘Easter Bunny’ always puts on a great hunt. And yes, we have chocolate for breakfast.
If you like chocolate as much as we do, be sure to like Kinder Canada on Facebook. For the month of March, for every Like they are donating one dollar to the Children’s Miracle Network.
Here are the details:
http://www.facebook.com/KinderCanada

Support to Children’s Miracle Network: Sharing is caring. This is what the celebration is all about for KINDER® Canada, who will be donating $1 to Children’s Miracle Network of Canada for every new friend of their Facebook Page from March 1st to 31st, up to $25,000. Yet another reason to root for a great cause by bringing joy to children across Canada!

Easter Bunny is coming near you!
Keep your eyes tuned to the Kinder Facebook page for Harry Bunny Tour dates near you. The Bunny will be giving FREE samples of Kinder Mini Eggs.

New Kinder® Easter Gallery: You’ll be delighted to discover Kinder goodness you’ve never seen before such as the Kinder® Surprise® Egg Painting Kit or the Kinder® Mini Eggs in 35g format with their brand-new ‘Easter’ Gallery on Facebook. So many treats to discover! Our Toy Gallery will also show off our (10 BIGGER!) ‘Easter’ toys found in their Kinder Surprise Maxi 150g and Kinder Surprise 100g!).

Please note: Unlike Kinder Surprises, the Kinder Mini Eggs are not nut-free as they contain a milky hazelnut centre.

Disclosure: I’m part of the Kinder Mom program and I receive special perks as part of my affiliation with this group. The opinions on this blog are my own.

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My New Adventure: Loving Langley

Coming from a metropolis city to the Fraser Valley seemed scary at first. Visions of being isolated with no one to talk to on a daily basis left me leery about moving to the Langley area. We were living in a gritty neighborhood and were expecting our first child. My husband suggested we look at the Township of Langley. He could be closer to work and be home quicker to spend time with our new family.
When I was close to my due date, we purchased a townhouse in the center of it all. I became amazed at how many big-box chains were at my doorstep. I could easily hop onto the highway to get to my doctor and the hospital I was registered at. The public transit runs smoothly and continues to grow in the suburbs.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle of city streets there were people who made eye contact to me to say hello. Everywhere I went I felt like I had always been living here. The kindness and compassion around us reassured me that raising a child here was the right thing to do. When we took our first drive to a local farm, I could not believe that we arrived within 15 minutes from our doorstep. All around us we are able to enjoy farm fresh food to eating at a nation-wide restaurant.
Come check out my new adventure at http://www.citymomnow.com/FraserValley
email Danielle: fraservalley@citymomnow.com
What do you like living in your neighborhood?

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When I am not here, I am there.

Hope your summer is going well. Of course, it is too fast when you are having fun. I had the great opportunity to be published on the following sites. I hope you enjoy them as well the rest of the great reads.

What is your favorite website and why?

http://apps.facebook.com/barbieicanbe/

http://makejensday.com/giving-kindness/random-acts-of-kindness-can-heal/

Every Day is Autism Day

 

World Autism Awareness Day was last week.  I understand the need to bring awareness to Autism. More and more kids are being diagnosed at a fast pace. As a mom of a three-year-old diagnosed on the spectrum, I wonder when it will ever be Autism Acceptance Day. Even at her tender age my daughter has encountered a lot of ignorance.

So let me talk to you about my daughter:

  1. She loves Doritos. We do use chips as incentive to get her to complete tasks, like puzzles.
  2. She is very compassionate to animals. Some autism ‘experts’ say that is not possible.
  3. My daughter comprehends a vast amount that is communicated to her.
  4. She only has 5 speaking words that you can understand. Hugs are plentiful in our house.
  5. My life would not be the same without her. She reminds us how simple things can bring such joy.

By talking and sharing it can be realized that autism is not a big deal. It does require a lot of therapy to help kids with daily tasks that most learn on their own.

What else would you like to know about autism and/or our life involving autism?

 

A Mother’s Rant

 

My blood is about to steam out of my ears. I am beyond all control now. I bite my lip in effort to try not to say anything I will regret. I mean, of course, they don’t know any better. Maybe I lead them astray when my silence is construed to acceptance instead. But really, would it kill them to remember just once.

I give my kids everything, including the last pieces of garlic bread, or sharing my spaghetti from my bowl.  I even take the heel of toast as no one else likes them. I do what every mother does-give everything to my household. Through lost sleep years and never going to the bathroom alone, I do it. I do it because I know one day it will change. They will not need me as much.

I clutch my fork in the last straw of self-control and deeply breathe. I look around at the dirty dishes strewn through the top of the table. Pieces of wrapping paper at our feet. I feel like I am about to cry. I never ask for much. I am ready to make my demand clear. I see the glint in my five-year-olds eyes looking at dessert. When my dear husband reaches the cake to give her the last slice, I can’t take it.

“It’s my birthday cake and I will have the last slice!” I bellow.  Silence surrounds the table. Their stunned looks almost make me regret saying anything. Almost.

“Of course, honey.” My smart husband says as he slides the last slice onto my plate.

I take the first sweet bite and am glad with my decision. Sometimes Moms need to have their cake and eat it too, if only one day a year.

 

I Got What I wished for, but….

Without as much as a cry when I waved good-bye, I walked out the door of my youngest daughter’s preschool. The feeling of missing a part of me still remained when I walked to the car alone, drove away alone and wondered what to do with myself. I never planned anything just in case I had to stay at school as before.

My stomach grumbled. So, I hit the nearest restaurant for some breakfast. After the first cup of hot coffee I realized how exhilarated I felt. The first few fast bites of my food made me laugh. I didn’t have to rush. I didn’t have to cut up my children’s food or ask them to quiet down.

When I used the restroom I didn’t need to find the biggest stall to fit us into. I could use the small one, alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.

I remembered longing for this day five years ago when I was lucky to have five minutes alone just to sleep.  I love my children so much. I am fortunate to have a part-time work at home job alongside raising them.

When my oldest started kindergarten, it startled me how quiet the house was when she wasn’t there. Then, the days went by fast and I looked forward to picking her up from school. Now, it’s my turn for a wee break. To work or to do something for me. I used to think it was selfish but not now.

With my batteries re-charged, I can be a better mom and less grumpy.

Taking a Writing Break

‘Mommy, more, please.” My tenacious four-year-old asks.

I fill up the bucket one more time to fill the water table. The squeals of my girls pierce the backyard. Their toys are scattered over the lawn. Summer heat is forgotten when the sprinkler and water table are the front and centre attraction.

I stretch out in the lounge chair and watch them splash around. It is unfathomable that summer is almost over. For two months we have been busy soaking up every last moment. In a blink, my oldest will be in kindergarten. Even my two-year-old will be exploring pre-school life.

What I have not done is catch up on my personal to-do list. Writing projects have been shelved for the past two months. While it is challenging to write with these two racing around, I also did not want to miss the last summer before full-time school begins. Gone will be the days of making plans as we go along with our days.

“Mommy, look.” My oldest calls out as she goes into a handstand.

“Perfect!” I shout out. I give her thumbs up as she races around the backyard.

I have a notebook filled with brief notes of memories we have made. I will take the time to write again as I am now. Filling my blog and journal of what the summer meant to me. Meanwhile getting wet and enjoying ice cream cones is the most important right now.

What do you remember about summer?

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Preschool Pride

With the beat of the rain on the roof, the crowded room is dark and the screen on the TV is showing the pictures from the year.  My youngest daughter is munching away on her goldfish crackers in her stroller.

Today my oldest daughter graduates from pre-school. Two years ago we entered this room for the first time. Her cries of “Mommy, don’t leave!” still echo in my heart. I walked away that first day feeling like a bad mother. I couldn’t stop crying for leaving her to start her school career.

The lights are back on as the commencement ceremony is about to begin. The room is silent. Then, applause erupts as each student walks across the room to the teacher holding their certificates. My heart stops.

I look at my beauty standing tall, waiting for her cue. The reality of her growing up into this amazing young lady shudders through me. To my surprise my tears are falling, my nose is sniffling. My hand holding the camera begins to shake.

She skips across the room, unlike the walking her classmates were doing. She sits down with her class smiling at the cameras. When the teachers release them, she runs at me with her cap slipping from her head.  We gather our things as she says good bye to her friends.

The three of us cross the doorway onto the now sun- beamed sidewalk. I feel the familiar tears arrive again, yet they feel different.

The walk is filled with knowing my daughter is growing up well.  I am so proud to be her mother.

Is Honesty The Best Policy for your Kids?

“Mommy, why can’t I have chocolate now?” as my four-year-olds scrunchy face is staring at me. I think she is trying to stare me down. My mind races for an answer she might actually hear. I tried simple ‘no’ and that backfired to here.

“You cannot have chocolate for breakfast because it would not taste good. Chocolate is only a snack food in the afternoons. That is when it tastes the best.” My lie sits out there like a whip cream cloud.

“Oh. Okay.” She races off to play.

I watch her and the guilt of lying to my girl weighs heavily on my brain. Every hour when my kids are awake I am faced with (as every parent) how much truth you tell your children.  When our loved ones passed away we told our kids what happened in toddler terms. We didn’t lie. We told them how they got sick and never got better. Now they are angels and feel better.  

When a friend doesn’t call for a play date I am faced with the question of ‘why?’  My heart knows I can’t shelter them for too long. Reality and other school children will infiltrate their world.  If it is a serious issue I will address what is needed. We have our family values and hope our children will uphold them as they grow up.

As I watch my two daughters run around squealing with happiness, I vow to keep them as innocent as I can. Knowing that is what I can do for now as their mom lightens my heart. I will always try to be as honest as I can with them, but in their terms they can understand.  When they are honest with me on who broke what, they are never punished. There are consequences for their actions, but they are never reprimanded for being honest.

Okay maybe the chocolate lie was off kilter from the truth. How do you handle the day-to-day honesty with your kids?

Home with Two Sick Kids

My back is starting to scream its painful cramp. I am curled on the couch, literally curled. In my lap is my sick four-year-old daughter. She has a bad cold paired with an ear infection. My two-year-old is conked out in the rocker chair not far away from us.

Today would have been the first day back-to-school from Spring Break. When my oldest said she didn’t want to go to school I didn’t argue. It is serious when she states that. I try to not look at the clock for the millionth time to see if I need to get lunch ready or a snack or a medicine dose.

Dang-its only 11am. What should I do? Normally I love home days. I love not rushing us three out the door so early. On the TV is a Barbie movie and my mind is starting to turn to zombie. The sleepless nights with the girls is catching up big time.

We have baked muffins. We have colored. We have watched three movies. We have been on every floor in the townhouse. No one is bugging to go outside despite the sun bursting through the drapes.

I ignore the stack of work sitting by my desk. Nothing too late, I tell myself. This is why I work-at-home so I can be here for my kids in sickness and health.  I do crave a freshly brewed coffee and time to savor it. There is no one to call and beg for a delivery.

My oldest girl opens her eyes for a hug. Ok. Sometimes you do need to just stop and hug.

*There are grammar mistakes, I know. I am typing with one hand. Need to feel productive.*