Killing the Colorblind Dream: what I learned about prejudice from my own children

Over the years, my kids have shattered some of the fantasies I used to have about children and their racial attitudes. I held these ideas, as many parents do, in the optimism that our children will quiet the racial tensions our country has experienced. I’m hopeful that the next generation will be free of so many of the racial barriers still present in society today. I still have that hope, but I’ve also had to put to death the following two widely-held beliefs:

1. Children are colorblind
2. Children are only prejudiced if they are taught to be prejudiced

Hands In this post, I am going to talk about how my kids killed my colorblind dreams, and why I think it may have been a naive and even dangerous notion. Next week, I will share my mortified reaction to my own daughter’s racially biased behavior, at the ripe age of three. I used to subscribe to the idea that children are colorblind.
As a mom of children through birth and transracial adoption, I loved the idea of my kids growing up with each other blinded to their color differences. I love the vision of American being this great melting pot where kids of every race play together in perfect harmony. But the truth is, at the age that most children begin to notice gender differences, they also begin to notice race. I thoughts I had done a good job of exposing my kids to lots of cultural diversity, and as such I expected that I was raising them to be “colorblind”. But they let me know in subtle ways that they noticed. I was horrified when my son pointed to a Mexican man who was bagging our groceries and asked what that gardener was doing. And my daughter? At only 18 months old, she displayed her observation of racial differences. We attend a gospel choir rehearsal at an African American church, and my daughter begins enthusiastically singing one of the songs every time she sees a group of Black people.

Now, at age three, she speaks very freely of her observations about race, and the fact that she and her sister Karis "match", and she and her African American brothers "don't match". She comments on this fact with alarming enthusiasm several times a week. "Look, mommy! Karis and I have the same hair! But not Jafta! He doesn't match!" "Mommy, Karis and I are lighter. But not Kembe. He's darker." Every time she says something like this, I die a little inside. It sounds so cruel - and yet her intentions are not cruel. She is only making observations about color; hair and skin and eye color that do not hold the historical and familial weight that punches me in the gut every time she brings it up. For her, it is not an insult or an indictment about her brothers’ status in the world. It's just a little game of sorting, stated in the same wide-eyed curiosity as when she notices that her shirt and shoes are the same shade of pink.

I think many of us are unaware of our children’s racial observations, because it can be subject we inadvertently avoid (and silence). We want our kids to be colorblind, so we pretend not to notice differences and encourage them do to the same. But in doing so, we might miss some important conversations. (Like the assumptions our children may make about minorities if their only interaction with them is in a service capacity). If we avoid the subject, we leave our kids to their own conclusions that are often based on a lack of exposure.

I’ve also seen this play out with my African American son, who has been the recipient of many comments about his skin color from other preschool-aged kids. Sometimes these comments have come from a place of cruelty (like when another preschooler refused to hold his hand because he “doesn’t like brown”). But most of the time, kids are merely being curious or descriptive. When we as adults jump in and quiet our child’s innocent observations, we send the message that talking about race is something taboo. Avoiding the topic of race can be one of the biggest mistakes parents make in raising healthy, race-conscious children. Shaming, ignoring, or avoiding your child's comments on race can send a strong message: racial difference is SO bad and SO embarrassing that we can't even talk about it.

NurtureShock is a new book about parenting that has made some startling discoveries about raising children. In one study, the authors observed that most white parents don’t ever talk to their kids about race. The rule is that because we want our kids to be color-blind, we don’t point out skin color. We’ll say things like “everybody’s equal” but find it hard to be more specific than that. If our kids point out somebody who looks different, we shush them and tell them it’s rude to talk about it. It's kind of like the sex talk. If we never talk to our kids about sex, they are gonna have to figure it out on their own. Which will probably lead to some not-so-great influences filling in their gaps of knowledge. Of course, there is a world of difference between observing someone’s race, and being racist. Kids are not colorblind, but we can guide them to notice and appreciate racial and cultural differences, without shaming their natural curiosity or leading them to believe that they are wrong for seeing a person’s skin color.



Kristen is the mother of four children, through birth and adoption, and blogs at www.rageagainsttheminivan.com.

Dreamy Summer Vacation Recipe :: Pizza Balls



Oh how I love when I stumble on a recipe that everyone in our family loves, and that the kids can help prepare without it being a whole lot of extra work for me. This recipe is kind of a summer vacation dream recipe. And, it was t - uh - asty! So tasty that I could not even snap a photo of the finished product before husband and kids started to devour it. It was like a scene from the movie "What About Bob" around here (you know the one - where Bob is making mmmmmmm mmmmmmm sounds about the "hand-shucked corn" and tasty fried chicken).

I'm thinking this could be a great appetizer for dinners with other families, or sports parties (superbowl, world cup, yada yada).

We had these for lunch along with cut up veggies.



Ingredients:
1 package of whole-wheat pizza dough from Trader Joes (or dough of your choice).
2 tablespoons olive oil in a small bowl with a brush for "painting it on the dough balls)
grated parmesan cheese (we used the Trader's kind in a can for sprinkling on spaghetti, but freshly grated would be divine)
a couple handfuls of grated mozzarella (optional) - we did one side with the mozzarella and one side without. We liked the side without better, but both were tasty!
dried or fresh oregano
dried or fresh basil
salt & pepper
pasta sauce or pizza sauce

1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees & lightly grease a 9 inch cake plan or bundt cake pan. We used a cake pan, but a bundt cake pan would turn out so much prettier.
2. Lightly flour a working surface and follow instructions for letting your dough rise. When ready, separate the dough into approximately 20 pieces that are about the same size.
3. Dip your hands (and your kids' hands) in the flour and roll the dough pieces into balls. Place the balls in the pan.
4. Once all the balls have been placed in the pan, brush olive oil over the dough.
5. Sprinkle parmesan, oregano, basil and salt and pepper to your liking over the balls.
6. Add mozzarella if you like.
7. Place in the oven and bake for about 20-25 minutes or until lightly browned on the top.

Serve with warm pasta or pizza sauce for dipping. The best compliment was my son shouting with parmesan crumbs on his chin, "Mama, we should make these TOMORROW!"

I also found this recipe for "pizza bites" over at Annie's Eats. She stuffs the pizza balls with mozzarella and other fixings. Sounds pretty darn good to me. I think we'll try it that way next time and see which we prefer.

Happy Summer Days, Mamas. Got any favorite pizza recipes?


SUNDAY GIVEAWAY: StickerYou

StickerYou is a great new site where you can create and order personalized stickers. What makes these stickers really unique is that they are made to fit the shape of any image, picture, logo, or text that you upload or choose from the site’s vast library of art. No more boring circle or square stickers! The best part is that these are high-quality, removable, vinyl stickers that can be put anywhere.

Some fun uses include:
· Great for scrap booking your latest family vacation or reunion
· Sport some school spirit at your son’s next little league game by uploading team logos and player numbers
· Decorate your Kid’s notebooks, binders, lockers, bookbags and lunchbags
· Jazz up birthday presents with fun and funky stickers
· You can even create stickers with your company (and blog!) logos

The possibilities are truly endless. Each sticker page can hold anywhere from 1 to 100 stickers, depending on the shapes and sizes of the images you choose.

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great deal, great cause

If you are in the Orange COunty area, you should come by the POETS sample sale tomorrow. POETS is the brainchild of a group of moms who wanted to teach their children about community service. They hold regular fundraisers and raise money for a variety of women and children in need. Donations are tax-deductible.


3089 Loren Ln, Costa Mesa, CA 
Saturday, June 26, 10:00am to 2:00pm


Included in the sale:

Hurley Apparel ($2 - $20 items. Hundreds of items available.)

Oakley Sunglasses ($50 each)

Designer Jeans

Handmade Tutus

Toys, Diaper Bags, and more


Lunch by chef Fred Palmerton will be available for $5.

the story of bottled water

This is a fascinating (and incriminating) look at the bottled water business. I've sworn off. How about you?





Via Lovely Little Things by way of Marvelous Kiddo

Gun Control (the mom you want to be, and the mom you are)


I spend a lot of time pondering the disparity betweenthe mom I though I would be, and the mom I am. I was such a good mom before having kids. I had dreams of my children playing with quaint wooden toys, learning piano at a young age, and having picnics in meadows (eating only organic food, of course). Somehow my reality of motherhood involved a lot more plastic, McDonalds, and trips to Target than I ever imagined. That meadow picnic? Yeah, that's never happened.




Also in my dreams of motherhood, our home would be free of toys that represent weapons. My oldest was a boy - but I imagined that somehow, with careful guidance, I could free him from the gender expectations that give way to a desire for violent objects. Unfortunately, no one warned me that a predilection for destruction seems to be coded in the DNA. Despite providing my son Jafta with a playroom full of peaceful, docile toys, he seems to be drawn only to things that produce explosions, loud noises, or (best yet), wounds of the flesh. He was begging for a sword by the time he could talk. Once he got wind of this light-saber business, everything in the house (paper towel roll, umbrella, drumstick) was brandished as a light-saber. And now, despite the fact that he's never seen a movie much darker than Stuart Little, he is totally and utterly obsessed with guns. 





I blame this on the tawdry influence of some of his older, more worldy friends. (The friends in question actually being the children of our pastor and one of the church elders. So, you know, unseemly influences). These friends have given in to the obsession and allow their kids to play with pretend guns, and on more than one occasion we've been on a playdate where he has observed these kids gleefully chasing each other with said toy guns, whereby I scramble to distract him with some benign fire truck or other object that seems incredibly boring in comparison to A GUN! A GUN! I'M FIVE AND I WANNA PLAY GUNS!

I finally confessed my concerns to one of the other mothers, who is the mom of several kids older than my own. She laughed knowingly, and patted my shoulder, and said, "Oh, that's right. Jafta's your oldest. I remember feeling that way, too. But now that I've watched three boys go through this stuff, I gotta tell ya: you're fighting a losing battle. All boys want to play with guns. You can do everything you can to outlaw it, and they will make a gun out of a stick. Just let it go."

I suspected she might be right, but I was sticking to my guns (or lack thereof). At this particular playdate, I encouraged Jafta to find other things to play with, as he stared longingly at the other, seemingly cooler kids as they ran and chased and rendered each other dead. I tried to distract him with Legos and trains.  He stared longingly as every other boy ran by, brandishing a weapon.  He also spent the playdate alone - excluded because his mom wouldn't let him engage in what everyone else was doing.  I left the playdate questioning my judgement.  Jafta left the playdate devastated.

A few weeks later, we went to another playdate with the same group of boys.  As soon as we arrived, I could see that the other boys were enraptured in another game of gun play.  Jafta looked forlorn, and I had a little moment where I decided that my value for Jafta being included with his peers was more important than my rule about guns.  I told Jafta to go get a gun, and start running.  He looked at me like I was crazy.  And then I heard myself saying, "Seriously, Jafta.  You can do it.  Go get yourself one of those guns.  Get it!  And RUN!!"

And as those words I never thought I would utter came out of my mouth, I reminded myself that parenting is not predictable.  I have to be willing to change, to reconsider, and to budge a little.  I watched Jafta look confused, and then hesitant, and then I saw a huge grin break out on his face as he joined in with the other kids.  He had a great playdate, and he felt included.

We still have a no-gun policy at our own house. Although, he seems to be working his way around it.


Kristen blogs at Rage Against the Minivan.

I'm the mama.



It all started with an innocent game of mommy & baby.
My daughter, Glory was sweetly caring for her baby; bottles, lotion, rocking to sleep. My son, Elias was the proud uncle and his brother, Benjamin was enjoying the break from Glory babying him.
Her baby's was named Penelope.

Then Elias decided he wanted to be a daddy, too!
My heart leapt! Of course he would want to be a daddy, when he has such a fantastic one!
He named his sweet little girl Ruby.


Until Glory realized she'd rather be a Daddy than a Mommy.
Insert full on tantrum, flailing arms and kicking legs. Tears, tears, tears.
"I WANT TO BE A DADDY!"
I just sat beside her lifelessly and Nick looked on too.
Of course you do, sweet girl, it's our curse. Who wouldn't want to be a Daddy? You get all the glory and kisses and cuddles before bedtime,
without the middle of the night sweats concerning developmental milestones.
Nick just looked at her sadly and said, "Go ahead and get it all out now sweet girl".


We let her cry until she started hitting the baby.
Cause, come on - it's not the baby's fault that she's the mommy and not the daddy.
Fast forward ten minutes and Elias is still trying to figure out how to swaddle the baby and Glory has moved on to playing "super princess" with the cape and everything.
I promise you, I can't make this stuff up.


Be encouraged today moms, you might think in your heart it's easier to be the daddy than the mommy - but at least God has made you innately good at swaddling.

What I Wanted to Say


Well, my fifteen minutes is up.  I got the chance to speak on  The View  last week. Despite a slightly mortifying gaffe, I was glad to share a bit of our adoption story on a national media outlet.  Leading up to the show, my mind was racing with points I wanted to make about adoption.  It's something I'm so passionate about, and it's hard not to replay what I wish I would have said.  Here's a bit of it . . .

I wanted to talk about seeing an article in Time magazine when I was 12 years old that forever impacted my life.  I wanted to talk about how haunted I was of the images of Romanian orphanages, and the thought of children growing up without love or affection.  I wanted to talk about how I cut out the photo and had it in my bedroom for years, and how I always knew that I would adopt.

I wanted to talk about the research on reactive attachment disorder, and how common it is among institutionalized children.  I wanted to emphasis how insidious this disorder is, at the individual level as well as on  a societal level.  I wanted to talk about how it can form within the first few months of a child's life, if they do not bond with a parent.  I wanted to share the stories of families I know who are recovering their children from this disorder that is so damaging to the souls of children.  I wanted to talk about how this is a hidden disorder, because the children look so normal to the outside world.

I wanted to talk about the literature on institutionalized children, and how passionately I feel that the love of a family is a BASIC HUMAN RIGHT.

I wanted to talk about the effects of institutionalization I am seeing in my own home.  Even though my son is only three, and even though he was in an amazing orphange. 

I wanted to talk about how deep my love is for my adopted children.  I wanted to share the way I love them every bit as much as the daughters I have birthed.

I wanted to talk about how you can only "save" a child once.  After that, it's called parenting, and it is hard work.  I wanted to emphasis that while I think adoption is a piece in solving the orphan crisis, it should not be a considered a rescue effort at the familial level.  And furthermore, adopted children have the same right to be ungrateful and bitter towards their parents as biological children.

I wanted to say that while some internationally adopted children may choose to return to their birth country to give back in some meaningful way, some may choose to work at a local Starbucks or spend their 20's figuring out their career, and that's okay.  I wanted to challenge the notion that adopted children somehow need to "make good" or redeem themselves by being special, as that narrative is often pushed in entertainment.

I wanted to address the meme of adopted children as lucky. I wanted to point out that adoption results from loss, and that adoption loss is often deeply felt.

I wanted to talk about how poverty is not a reason to remove a child from their birth family.  I wanted to talk about how adoption should not be seen as a way of moving children from an "inferior" to a "superior" culture.  I wanted to talk about how children can grow up happy and loved in any country if they form secure attachments.  I wanted to talk about how a lack of affection is the most disgusting form of poverty, and how that happens right in our own backyard, even in the wealthiest of families.

I wanted to talk about the reasons women place their children in orphanages, and how we need to be looking into family preservation when possible.  I wanted to talk about education, and birth control, and access to medical care, and how proud I am of the work Heartline is doing on those fronts in Haiti.

I wanted to talk about the cultural stigma of adoption in sending countries.  I wanted to talk about why it is unrealistic to propose that international adoption be eradicated in favor of in-country placements, because of some of the barriers in specific countries.  I wanted to talk about the emphasis on blood lines and the stigma of both adoption and out-of-wedlock children in Korea, the one-child laws in China, and the restavek/child slave situation in Haiti.  I wanted to peel back the layers of the cultural issues that result in children being sent from one country to another.

I wanted to talk about the need for reform.  I wanted to talk about the business of adoption, and how agencies are charging exorbitant amounts to complete adoptions.  I wanted to talk about the disparity of costs between adopting healthy white infants and children of color.

I wanted to talk about how, when we called our Christian agency about a healthy African American boy from LA county who was in need of a home, we were told that they had no prospective adoptive parents willing to accept a placement of a black child.  NOT ONE.

I wanted to talk about race preference in adoption, and the fact that a minority status qualifies a child for "special needs" status in the US, regardless of age.

I wanted to talk about the discrimination Jafta has faced already.  I wanted to talk about how transracial adoption has opened my eyes to the over and covert racism that still exists in our country.  I wanted to talk about how frustrating it is when I discuss Jafta's experiences of racism and people dismiss me as being overly sensitive.

I wanted to talk about how, despite how much we long for it, we have had difficulty finding inclusion in the African-American community.  I wanted to talk about how, after two years of going to the same barbershop, the elderly proprietor  finally admitted to Mark that he was just now "cool with us".  I wanted to talk about the sting of wanting to immerse Jafta in his culture, while recognizing that having white parents may set him up for rejection.

I wanted to talk about the deficits that we will have as a white couple raising black children.  I wanted to compare it to a single mom raising boys . . .  how we will need help from others.  I wanted to talk about how painful it can be as a parent to know that, while I can empathize, I will never fully understand my sons' experiences as African Americans, or as transracial adoptees.  I wanted to talk about how every adoptive parent needs to suck up their pride and admit that we can't do it alone.

I wanted to talk about how much I have learned from reading the writings of adult adoptees, and how their experiences of loss and isolation inform me as a parent, and also break my heart.

I wanted to talk about the persistent question I hear asking why people adopt internationally instead of taking care of "our own kids" in the US.  I wanted to talk about how every child, in every nation, is deserving of a family, not just American children.  I wanted to say how petty I find this question.


I wanted to talk about the way our government renames orphans and calls them "wards of the state", and renames orphanages and calls them "group homes", and how we collectively turn a blind eye to the fact that we have hundreds of thousands of children waiting for families in the US.  I wanted to talk about how inefficient, unprofessional, and overworked the LA county social workers were.  I wanted to talk about how many times Jafta's adoption was stalled, during the course of three years, due to someone not doing their job correctly.

I wanted to talk about aspects of Jafta's case that I just can't share because I want to protect his privacy, but that would make your head spin in anger at the mismanagement of children in the system.  I wanted to share what it was like to spend three years wondering if my child, my first son, would be returned to someone who had proved, time and again, that she should not be trusted with children.  I wanted to talk about the ways DCFS lied to us, and the discoveries we made along the way, and the need for reform and funding for our fostercare system.

I wanted to talk about a system that requires foster children to be placed in an adoptive home for 6 months before terminating parental rights, regardless of an absence of reunification efforts by the birth parents.  I wanted to talk about how this scares away prospective adoptive parents, and hurts children by leaving them in a limbo even after years of no contact with birth family.  I wanted to talk about how children whose parents have failed to reunify should be made legally freed for adoption AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, so that more people would be willing to step forward and adopt.

I wanted to talk about the 18-year-olds I regularly see on adoption photolistings.  Kids like Percell who, despite being old enough to live independently, place themselves on national photolistings because they desperately want to be adopted.  Because, in Percell's words, he "wants to become a member of a permanent family".  I wanted to talk about what life must be like for Percell, and other kids like him, who age out of the fostercare system despite a deep desire to have a family even as they enter adulthood.

I wanted to talk about the 300,000 orphans that were not eligible for adoption in Haiti BEFORE the earthquake, verses the 900 that were adopted.  I wanted to talk about how many children around the world will age out of orphanages, due to lack of paperwork or other factors that make them ineligible for adoption.  I wanted to talk about how people who can't adopt can support these orphanages, and to share about some of the orphanages who are doing it well.

I also wanted to talk about the reality that, in third world countries, most orphanage conditions are deplorable.





I wanted to talk about what responsibility we have to caring for our world's orphaned and abandoned children, and the small part adoption can play in that effort.  I wanted to talk about how much we should all be bothered by the numbers of children in our world who are missing out on basic human needs.  Security.  Love.  Affection.

I wanted to say that we should all be doing something.  Not everyone should be adopting.  But we should be doing something.  And we should all be a little sick about it.

left over chicken, quinoa and asparagus quickie dinner

Life around our house has been a few cup fulls short of calm lately. Both boys have been sick with the flu, I have had end of the year preschool baking to do, elementary teacher appreciation day trifle to make (with a friend, thank goodness), a pile of laundry to deal with (see "flu" above), etc, etc and today I began to feel as if the "Mommy Genes" were starting to fail me. In a nutshell, I've been feeling tired and cranky and wondering if the flu bug was tapping my shoulder...

But even when Mommy is not her best, dinner still needs to be made. I had a few leftovers in the fridge that were begging to be used. A bit of cooked chicken, a couple of cups of cooked quinoa and a half bunch of asparagus. On my window sill, a handful of beautifully red and ripe grape tomatoes along with a couple cloves of fresh garlic. And there is always a bottle of olive oil in the cupboard.

I'm not going to say much more about it other than that it was good. Really good. If you have any leftover rice or pasta, that will work instead of the quinoa. It's all good. And I don't have any more leftovers staring at me when I open the fridge door. :-)

Leftover Chicken, Quinoa and Asparagus
(Prep Time: 5 minutes/Total Time: 15 minutes. Serves 2)

Ingredients:
1/2 tablespoon olive oil
1 garlic clove, minced
1 cup asparagus cut into 1 inch pieces (broccoli, spinach or zucchini would work well too)
handful of grape tomatoes, halved
1 cup cooked chicken
2 cups cooked quinoa (or rice or pasta)
salt and pepper to taste

Directions:
In a large saute pan, heat olive oil over medium heat then add garlic. Cook until fragrant, about 1 minute, then add asparagus and tomatoes. Cook 3 - 4 minutes more then add leftover chicken and quinoa. Cook another 2 - 3 minutes until heated through. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Serve!
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a treat for father's day

Normally I wouldn't be urging you to go out and buy fast food . . . but seriously.  Go get a Frosty.  (And some fries for dipping.  Of course).

SUNDAY GIVEAWAY: Oxiclean Products

This week we have a super practical giveaway from OxiClean.

Just in time for summertime's bounty of grass stains and ice cream cone drips comes OxiClean Max Force Gel Stick Pre-Treater.

The four-in-one stain fighter wipes out grass, dirt, blood, and grease. And whatever else your kids might throw at you. The applicator tip gets deep into the stain and matches your mama elbow grease for an extra power punch.





We also have the secret weapon OxiClean MaxForce Power Paks. This is one of the best laundry products we've been able to test out. They are designed to make your brights brighter, and your white whiter. Simply drop one pak into each load of laundry and let them do all the work.
OxiClean wants to give a lucky mama these two products to test out in her own home.

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Father's Day Movies

In anticipation of Father's Day, here is a list of some classic movies featuring men of character that might make for a fun weekend rental:

To Kill a Mockingbird  (integrity)

Big Jake (reconciliation)

Sound of Music (transformation)

Parenthood (fidelity)

Captains Courageous (kindness)

You Can't Take It with You (affirmation)

Meet the Robinsons (adoption)

About a Boy (growing up)

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (understanding)

Pursuit of Happyness (determination)

Ransom  (vigilance)

and that's okay...

All this time I've been seeking balance. In motherhood and in life. I had no idea I was striving for the wrong thing. I mean, I guess I did kind of know. Because I did write that one post about accepting imbalance quite some time ago. And I also did say that if I'm going to be such a perfectionistic parent, "I'm going to have to learn to take breaks. Real breaks."

But I didn't do it. I didn't accept that perfect balance is impossible and I did not take real breaks. That is, until I found myself drinking too much as a way to deal with my perfectionism and lack of acceptance of the way things are going to be in motherhood, imbalanced.

I was living in fear.

I still am, at least partly, don't get me wrong. I didn't have some lightening bolt moment that fixed everything, even when I quit drinking. I wish I could tell you that I had and then give you step by step instructions on how to have your own and then wala! we'd all have balanced lives.

That would be nice.

Here's what I know as of today, things I've recently learned that are helping me inch closer to this acceptance and contentment thing we're all, ironically, rat-racing after:

1) If we don't learn to let go of the guilt over taking care of ourselves, something will happen that forces us to set down our pride and ask for help. Maybe that will simply be a gentle and graceful thing, but I kind of doubt it. Usually it's something like an earthquake or an addiction or an illness.

(I am in no way saying that we will be punished with traumatizing events for not slowing down. I'm just saying that some of us won't learn to try to honor our own free time and to love ourselves until the inevitable hardships in life come along. And then we'll have to see a therapist or go to treatment or lay in the hospital to finally get it.) (I'm thinking it might be kind of good to get it before then, so when these inevitable life hurdles come along, it's a little less...uncomfortable to rely on others in our powerlessness.)

2) We try to find balance by shifting our schedules and working on being present when we do have time with our kids and we meal plan, etc. etc. etc. When really, all of that good stuff would fall together, at least part-way, naturally, if we were spiritually healthy and joyful. (How to do that is a whole otha post, friends.)

(I'm not preaching at you and although this "spiritually healthy" thing may sound really lofty, I believe it's the truth. Our soul health spills all over our lives if we're willing to nurture it.)

3) I was powerless over alcohol. I had to admit it, surrender to that fact and get help. There are still things in my life that I'm powerless over. We need to kick out the impostors, the things we think we need but are actually only distractions and crutches in large doses. We won't ever find a balance that helps us feel a bit more at ease, and maybe even serene, if we hold on to those things. There is no "at ease" involved in overindulgence.

(I'm talking addiction, but sometimes that's disguised. Alcohol, nicotine, pills, etc...those are the obvious ones. Those things that drive us can come in the shape of a computer or TV or shopping or food or self-hatred...the list goes on and on, and I also truly believe that every mother knows in her gut when she's giving too much to something.)

I'm right with you, friends. And we have to remember...we don't have to be perfect. Ever. We need to progress, to move forward, to take baby steps toward positive changes in ourselves and our lives. The comparing and perfectionism game will only keep us stuck. So often I look at myself on my own journey and want to just give up. As if growing more wise and healthy were a magic wand sort of thing. I want it to be, I hate waiting, especially on myself. All too often I ignore the strides I'm making and get frustrated that I'm not "good enough." This is one of my greatest weaknesses, to beat myself up and throw in the towel. My mantra these days really is "progress, not perfection."

It's good. You are good, and so am I, somehow.

We may never find that elusive perfect balance, but we'll be left saying, that's okay because I'm okay.

Just some food for thought, since I like to do a whole lot of my thinking out loud.

Rock on, Mamas.


Heather writes at The Extraordinary Ordinary

Craft Hope

We recently found this great site via one of our favorite bloggers, Ashley Ann. Recently Ashley shared the details on a little project she did with her kiddos to raise their awareness of the oil spill in the gulf and help them respond in an age appropriate manner.


{photo Ashley Ann Photography}

{photo Ashley Ann Photography}

We love this project! We will be doing our own version of this.

Because this yucky mess of massive proportions needs our help ...



Online Videos of Oil Spill:


TALK BACK: overnights away

Mark and I are leaving for New York tomorrow.  This will be our first time getting away since we added our fourth child.  I am so excited!  But at the same time, the days leading up always feel a bit nerve-wracking, and with each child we've added, it seems even more difficult to get away.

How old was your child the first time they spent the night away from you? What were your feelings about it? How did it go? How often does your child spend the night away now? How does it work out?



And most importantly, if you do get the occasional night to yourself, what do you do???



whole grain energy bars


Here is a fun, easy recipe for granola bars that pack a real nutritional punch! They are portable, delicious, and will keep your kids full and naturally energized (they're not loaded with icky stuff like so many store-bought bars)! The recipe can be adapted any number of ways to make your family happy. Swap out different types of nuts... add dried fruit... omit the chocolate... just have fun with it! And don't forget to get the kiddos involved. They can help measure out ingredients and stir!

Ingredients:

2 cups old fashioned oats
1 cup raw nuts (we like a combo of almonds, walnuts & cashews)
1/2 cup raw seeds (try sunflower & pumpkin)
1 cup shredded coconut
1/2 cup ground flaxseed
1/3 cup natural peanut butter
2/3 cup honey
3 Tbsp. unsalted butter
2 tsp. Vanilla extract
1/4 tsp. ground cinnamon
pinch of course salt
1 cup dark chocolate ships or chunks

Directions:

Preheat oven to 300 degrees.

Line 13x9" baking pan with foil or parchment paper (for easy removal), and butter all sides.

Toast oats, nuts & seeds, and coconut on a cookie sheet in the oven until golden brown, about 15 minutes.

Meanwhile, bring peanut butter, honey, butter, vanilla, cinnamon, and salt to a simmer to a small saucepan. Reduce heat to low.

Transfer toasted mixture to a large mixing bowl, and add the flaxseed.

Carefully pour the wet mixture into the bowl, and stir until fully combined; incorporate the chocolate chips.

Transfer mixture to the prepared pan, and use the back of a spoon to pack it in really well.

Bake for 30 minutes. Cool in the pan for a few hours, then cut into bars and enjoy!


SUNDAY GIVEAWAY: Nurture My Body Skincare line


One of the things we are very passionate about here at Mama Manifesto is finding cleaner products for mamas and their families. We know that it is virtually impossible to live a completely chemical-free lifestyle, just given what we are exposed to in the environment around us. But, if we can minimize the exposure - we are all in!

We are very excited about the giveaway we have lined up this week because it fits this mission of Mama Manifesto perfectly. Nurture My Body has a product line for all ages and all complexions that is made with organic ingredients, is free of chemical preservatives, is packaged in eco-friendly packaging, and does NO animal testing in the creation process. Be still my beating heart, I think I'm in love.

These products don't just sound great - they also work well. I got to try samples of the Cleansing Milk, Moisture Cream, Exfoliating Cleanser, and Gel Mask, and I highly recommend every one of them. The Organic Baby Care line looks absolutely fabulous as well. I think what may have impressed me the most is Rich, the owner of Nurture My Body. Every bit of our communication has reflected how passionate he is about this business and caring for people by providing good (clean) products. If you have ever wanted advice on what types of skincare products would be right for you, visit this online store and reach out to Rich - he will take good care of you.

So, this week - we are going to be giving one lucky mama the opportunity to try one of the products listed above to try for herself (Cleansing Milk, Moisture Cream, Exfoliating Cleanser, or Gel Mask). [You can also be entered to win a $50 gift set from Nurture My Body at their website.]

Leave us a comment answering the following question to be entered to win:

Which product would you most want to try?

How to earn additional entries:

1. Follow Nurture My Body on Twitter


3. Visit Nurture My Body and sign up for the free $50 gift box (how cool is this company?)!

4. Follow our blog (publicly) and leave another comment (or let us know if you already are).

5. Subscribe to the Mama Memo and leave another comment (or let us know if you already are).

6. Blog about the giveaway, and link back here. Post your blog entry before you comment.

7. Add the Mama Manifesto button to your sidebar.

8. Follow us on Twitter and Tweet about this giveaway: "Giveaway-Win organic skincare product from @MamaManifesto. Enter at mamamanifesto.com"

9. Become a fan of Mama Manifesto on Facebook by clicking the button on the left.

[This giveaway will be closed Saturday at 11 p.m. and the winner will be announced next Sunday!]



And now for the winner of last week's giveaway:
{{{amber}}}

Congrats! Shoot us an email by 6/20 to mamagiveaways(at)gmail(dot)com with your prize in the subject line, and we'll hook you up! Keep checking back for more great giveaways!

Father's Day Gift Guide


Is it just me, or are men hard to buy for? I can always please my mom with a candle, or some pampering body products. But I'm never quite sure what to get my father or husband. Here are some ideas to help break out of the "new tie" niche for Father's Day:

If you are looking for a philanthropic gift, a donation to World Vision in your husband's name can be a meaningful way to celebrate Father's Day.   Gift ideas that match Dad’s interests include
-For the gardener - Hybrid or drought-resistant seeds for a farmer - $17
-For the sports enthusiast – 4 Soccer balls for a school - $32
-For the music buff – Art and music instruction - $40
-For the first time father – Needed supplies for a new mother to care for her baby - $77
-For the book lover - Stock a school in America with essential learning tools and supplies - $100

We mamas are big fans of the baby carriers, and there are so many dad-friendly slings on the market today that would make a great gift. One new take on the traditional framed carrier is The Kokopax. Built with a frame like a camping backpack, it is comfortable enough to use for the active endeavors dad might enjoy. It's perfect for walks or hiking, and offers a safe and comfortable ride for baby. The fabrics are gender-neutral, and we think dads wearing babies look extra HOT!

Ever since we saw a presentation in the airport, my husband has been itching to try Rosetta Stone.  The company allowed us to try their new TotalE.  It's a cutting-edge system for learning a new language (we've always wanted to be better at Spanish).  The new TotalE system lets you practice conversation with live native-speaking coaches, and you ca connect with fellow learners, including native speakers of your new language.  Check out the preview on their website.


I am a huge fan of Lisa Leonard's jewelry, and her sterling keychain is a great personalized yet masculine gift for dads.


For the guy who has everything, a Netflix subscription is the gift that keeps on giving!

If your husband is the type who likes to capture family moments on film, the Flip camera is a great alternate to the camcorder.  It's small enough to slip into a pocket, and quickly uploads to your computer via USB port, for easy sharing.   We got one for Christmas last year, and since then my husband has really taken ownership of filming our kids consistently.

Food for Thought [and thoughts about food]

I have been thinking a lot lately about food. Well, lets be honest, its not just lately that I have been thinking about food. Me and food - we like each other. I love preparing food. I love cooking for people. I love how so much of life revolves around food. Celebrations. Festivals. Social engagements. Rituals. If you have never made this connection, just decide to fast for a week and you will quickly see how often our thoughts revolve around food and how often things we do with our family and friends revolve around eating.


So, yes, me and food - we are kind of like BFF's.

Here is my question:

Do you know where your food comes from?

I really want to know. Think of how you would answer that. Because when someone asked me, I answered. And, then, I started thinking, and for the most part, I actually really don't.

My first response was that it is from the store. I walk in, and there are the aisles, and I am pretty aware of checking labels. I pursue organic products.

But, before landing there, on those shelves - where is my food from? The food that I put into my body daily. Into my children's bodies. Who grows it? Where do they buy their seeds? Have their products been genetically modified (there is no label for this)?

I went to my pantry and my fridge and began scanning - and, I kind of had a moment of panic when I realized that I don't really know where any of my food comes from, how it is grown, how it travels from there to the store.

What I am realizing, and kind of mourning (yes, I know that sounds VERY DRAMATIC), is that we have really lost the connection with our food. I almost want to roll my eyes at myself, but hang in there with me on this one. Think back 150 years ago - most families grew their own food. They KNEW where their food came from. They trusted that it was not compromised and that it was healthy. Industrialization has changed how food is grown, and how it gets from farm to our plates. And, like everything else in the industrial world, all of the change has not been good.

Think about this, mamas, if a stranger walked up to you on the street and wanted to hand you a steak, or a bushel of veggies, or even a box of cereal - would you take it? Would you feed it to your children? Would you trust that this random individual was handing you pure food?

I don't think I would. Because what I know is that what we put into our mouths can keep us alive (we need food and water to live, afterall), or it can lead to death (the poison apple serves as an iconic reminder).

So, why do we simply trust that all the food lining our shelves in the store is safe?

I was encouraged recently to watch the movie Food, Inc.

All I can say is - WATCH IT.



Please watch it.

Pretty please.

I was enthralled by the information shared. I learned so much. And, I was left feeling puzzled, perplexed and more than a little frustrated.

Here are some of the things I learned ...

Did you know that in the one burger you eat, there may be pieces of 5,000 cows?
Did you know that the majority of corn grown in Iowa actually cannot be used for human consumption?
Did you know that corn is in almost every product on the mainstream grocery store's products?
Did you know that about 5 companies produce all the meat in our nation?
Did you know that the American farmer is losing his ability to farm?
Did you know that it is virtually illegal for us to criticize certain companies? That freedom of speech does not apply to the food industry?
Did you know that a meat processing plant could have 6 people die from e coli poisoning and not be shut down?
Did you know that seeds are being modified to contain pesticides INSIDE the plant?


There is far more to list, but I want you to see it for yourself. This film is so well done - I believe that regardless of your political affiliation you will be glad that you watched.

I got my copy through Netflix. I started a free trial, and am now hooked. I love that for about $8 a month I can rent as many movies as I want. Even better, there are oodles of movies available on Netflix that you can watch from your computer instantly. Food, Inc. is one of the movies that is available to watch instantly. So... go ... watch ... and come back and let us know what you thought.

Here is my resolve - to find farmers who still farm that I can support, to purchase free range products, to buy as few GMO products as possible, and to vote in a manner that honors the farming industry and our earth. I WANT TO KNOW WHERE MY FOOD COMES FROM.

Other resources for you to pursue:
Fed Up (another movie you can find on Netflix)
King Corn (another movie you can find on Netflix)
Fast Food Nation (another movie you can find on Netflix)

A Gussy Giveaway!

If you're a Mama Manifesto regular, you know this is a hot spot for great giveaways. This one is no exception. Brought to you by Heather of the EO, feast your eyes on the ruffly goodness that is {Gussy}...



Gussy

I know. I need to put my laptop in one of those!

Gussy is a line of ruffled accessories. Each ruffle is machine sewn free-hand style, making each ruffle unique. About 18 months ago Gussy sat down at her kitchen table -- She wanted to learn how to sew. And here she is now, offering zipped pouches of all sizes, laptop bags, netbook/iPad bags, tote/diaper bags, checkbook covers, wristlet/clutches and note cards (all with her signature ruffle) to those that love a little flair :)
And, she's recently quit her day job to pursue Gussy full-time. To read more about Gussy,
click here.

The Nester wrote, "Gussy has a juicy shop full of all kinds of wonderfulness, and her blog, Gussy has a lot to say is quickly becoming a crafter’s headquarters where she features different crafters/artists and writes about her experience."


THE GIVEAWAY:
-$30 shop credit to be spent at www.shopgussy.com
-all baby blankets are exempt from giveaway credit
-first entry(required): visit Gussy's shop and come back here to comment with your favorite item
-ideas for for multiple entries (optional):
  • tweet this: It's a @GussySews giveaway @MamaManifesto ! - http://tinyurl.com/28w4k3v
  • follow Gussy on Twitter (@gussysews)
  • follow Gussy's blog (www.maggiewhitley.com)
This giveaway will be open until Friday, June 11th at 5pm central. (Why central? Because Heather lives in Minnesota and she doesn't convert time very well.) The winner will be chosen by random.org

Good Gussy Luck!

P.S. Heather doesn't know why she's talking about herself in third person. She is doing this giveaway because she's a huge fan of the Gussy. She hopes that if you came over here from her blog, The Extraordinary Ordinary, that you stick around Mama Manifesto. She wants you to peek at the recipes. She says this is a great go-to place for quick and easy and healthy meals, as well as tips and tricks for the everyday, extraordinary-ordinary mother. And now Heather says Peace Out.


THIS GIVEAWAY HAS ENDED...
AND THE WINNNER IS....

~beauty and joy~

Congratulations, lady! You're gettin' some {Gussy}

(if it seems strange that the comments have disappeared, they really didn't. They did vanish from blogger, but were still saved on disqus. There were 181 comments and the winner was chosen by random.org. Thanks for playin')



TALK BACK: dealing with a picky eater


I was very lucky with my first child.  He was one of those rare kids who will try anything.  We call him our little "foodie".  He appreciates sushi, goat cheese, tobasco sauce, and any other number of food items most would consider to be more adventurous.  I always thought we had somehow trained his palette by providing him with many food choices as an infant and toddler.  I felt proud of having a child who didn't turn up his nose at broccoli or a salad.

Did I say proud?  Okay, maybe a little prideful, too.

And then came my daughter.

My daughter is about as picky as they come.  She subsists on what I call the "beige diet" - string cheese, bread, and the occasional quesadilla.   She has about ten items on her List of Acceptable Foods.  She won't touch anything green, anything with sauce, any food that is "touching", or anything new.  Soups, stews, casseroles . . . no.  No way.

I am still surprised she is so picky, because in her three years of life I have refused to cater to her pickiness.  I have always assumed that I could starve her out. I've also always felt strongly that I didn't want to be a short-order cook, and that my kids could learn to eat foods beyond the flour-and-cheese variety.

But now, she is going on four, and she's still holding out.  I don't offer her an alternative at meals.  And I would say a good 50% of the time, she goes to bed hungry.

Last week, I offered her peanut butter on wheat bread as an alternative.  Suddenly I had three kids begging for a peanut butter sandwich instead of the meal I prepared.  So I quickly nixed that idea.

I'm curious.  If you have a picky eater, do you offer another meal?  Do you cook to the picky member, or make something separate?  How do your kid to eat nutritious foods if they refuse most meals?


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