There were a lot of “Me Too” posts going around on Facebook recently and the ones of you who know what it’s all about might agree with me how surprising it was to see the many, many me too’s. For the few of you who might have missed it and have no clue what it is about: It’s about basically putting your hand up if you have ever been sexually assaulted in any way. I had a “me too” to put up as well. I admit my assault is most likely one to simply brush off and yet it crossed a line big time. It was “only” verbally but I still feel sick when thinking about it. I can only imagine how it must feel when you are “properly” assaulted.
In the entire series of “me too” posts I’ve seen one stood out for me. It was the post of one of my newly found friends who shared her thoughts about the responsibility we have as mothers to make sure our sons will not turn into the reason why a woman would say “me too”. She wrote about the responsibility we have to make sure our boys understand where the line is and also that it’s their responsibility as well to protect girls and stand up for them if necessary.
So the responsibility is in our hands. Not only to teach our daughters to stand up for and how to protect themselves but also to teach our sons to be respectful and protective of the girls in their lives. It’s about needing and wanting to the the right thing. Always. So I’d like to express some thoughts I have put out there a couple of months ago about what keeps me on my toes as a parent. But also about all the things influencing our kids and constantly leaving marks. Marks that often need to be addressed but also as often might not even been discovered for way too long.
The word believe and what is attached to it is something interesting, don’t you think? Belief in yourself, in others in an institution can come and go, can be used in motivational ways but also in quite a destructive manner.
I thought about belief and mindset a lot over the last months, maybe even years. Not in a religious way, more in a motivational or inspirational way. Or in short more in a way to find something to keep me mentally afloat during tough times. Continue reading
I can feel it. That sting. In my heart. So many thoughts. So many unanswered questions. The biggest one is “why”. A why nobody will ever be able to answer. Why is it… And you can add so many things to this sentence. A sentence that seems so innocent but has so much weight.
We’ve had some stunningly beautiful days recently. Perfect weather, sunny, warm with that tiny little chilly feeling to it. Beautiful winter days or maybe fall days.
When I’m out on days like this I can’t help smiling. Not only because I enjoy the moment as such but in moments like that I’m also grateful for not being stuck in fog for weeks and weeks.
It’s fascinating how long you can live in an area and only discover little gems after years. Last spring we had a chat with a friend of ours about beaches in the area and he mentioned one that we never realized would even exist. A truly hidden gem. Or so you would think…
Danny is a very inspiring person. By simply asking his Questions of the Day or by posting his videos. One of the last ones is about judging. And I actually found it funny to watch and listen to. There is Danny, sitting in a chair on the beach and he starts talking about all the people on the beach and how he realized that he suddenly started judging them.
This just made me giggle. The word bumble. I’m not sure what’s the first thing coming to mind in your case when you read “bumble”. I guess for me it would have been a bumble bee. But ever since last year it’s a girl. Yup. A soccer playing girl. With the nick name Bumble.
I read a great post on Coach Daddy yesterday and funny enough my son has decided to bake something today and is using the same ingredients mentioned in Eli’s post. While reading Eli’s post I couldn’t stop thinking about people. The wheel in my head started spinning. There you are, having flour, salt, brown sugar, maybe cacao powder, baking powder ready to use. By now you might wonder what people, sugar, flour, salt, baking powder or soda or cacao powder have in common. Bare with me…
You see all the different ingredients, you look at their different colors, textures and shapes. Everything is so very different and yet some are so similar. Again I can’t help but think of people. The wheel is still spinning…
It was just a bottle of wine. Actually one each… It’s something I hear us say every now and then on a Sunday morning while hiding behind the sunglasses, watching our girls play soccer, standing in the cold. We both giggle and immediately feel sorry for not having had more discipline.
“You know that it’s only you that makes me drink so much?” As if I force her to empty her glass or to refill it… But I know kind of what she means. It is the combination of the two of us that is dangerous. When we catch up, we catch up for early dinners. The kids disappear, the guys get along well, conversation flows and so does the wine. Giggles, laughter, food and the wine. Continue reading
Some remarks of certain people feel like they are stabbing you with a knife. Some feel like little needles puncturing your skin. No matter what, it either hurts or makes you feel uncomfortable.
Those who stab you with their remarks are most often easier to get rid of. Not for the action of getting rid of them but for the decision. Their actions clearly hurt you and one day or another you will realize that those kind of people don’t belong in your life, in your circle of people.