Showing posts with label open letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label open letters. Show all posts

Friday, August 20, 2010

Hello again bloggy world! Long time, no see.

I'm Alive! (for all of you KISS fans out there :P)






So I haven't posted anything new in about a week or so. And I know all (2) of you have just been heart sick over the depravation and lack of my daily amazing posts ;).

I guess my absence was due to bloggy overload, sick kids (Gunner had his very first stomach virus! Yay! Barf.), training for my new job, interviewing for another, my new photography class, adding more items to my Etsy shop, self teaching photoshop to my already overloaded brain, helping a new, great friend develop parts of her new website for mommies (Check it out here: The Joy of Giving Birth -I will be posting more about this wonderful site later :), and so on and so forth. So needless to say, I've been busy. And kinda burnt out. And the thought of having to blog on top of it made me want to curl up in a ball and hide.

You see, I am very lazy. So all of this new found motivation and momentum has really got me going against my natural procrastinate-y sensibilities. Posting a daily blog isn't that complicated, so you may be thinking, what's the big deal? And it's not a big deal. I guess you can say that doing one more thing this past week aka writing a blog post that has effort, humor, thought, wit, etc put into it (you see, even though I am a lazy sod, I am a sight perfectionist and I want this blog to be quality, not just quantity. Not just empty, lazy, weak posts just for the sake of posting) was basically the straw that broke this mommy's back.

So that's about it. I have a new resolve at the moment to not let myself become overwhelmed. And while I will honestly try to post great things everyday, forgive me if you see gaps now and again. I promise to never abandon you! :) I love all of my sweet readers and I really appreciate you for coming and reading about this little mommy's life. I love all of your comments, and I hope that we can stick it out together, it being life.

All of you procrasitantors, I encourage you to visit this blog: Recovering Lazyholic and her website: RecoveringLazyholic.com
She is truly a woman after my own heart and I love her blog and website so much. I love what she is trying to do with her life and lazy tendencies, and I am so there with her. :)


Now with that out of the way, I can tell you I do have a ton of stuff I need to post, lots of goings on happening around here. So to make up for my abscence, I'll be posting a pants load today and tomorrow!
So stick around.

I promise to.

<3

(Oh and I know I owe 3 more open letters, and I have them in mind. But I'm taking a break from them for now. They are really important to me and I want to get them right :))

Thursday, August 12, 2010

An open letter to my husband



I love you more than words can say. And you deserve more than this typed message on a blog. But I want to say this to you and I want everyone to know it, not just you.

You are the most amazing person I have ever met, let alone talked to and gotten to know. And yet some how God saw it that you would be my husband, and I ended up the luckiest woman on the planet. Because I got you. You are incredible. And you have given me the two most amazing gifts on the planet, our sons Gunner and Atticus. They are two of the most incredible blessings I could ever have imagined.

I could never have had this incredible life without you. You are my everything. You are in every breath, you are in every thought I have. And I hope I can help you realize that in our journey through this amazing life God has given us. I want to do everything I can do to help you see that you, because of the Lord, are the source of this incredible life.

God first of course, but he has put you at the helm of our life, and you sacrifice everything you have for us. You put your life and your future on the line for us and I will never be able to express my gratitude for your sacrifice. I know it kills you to be away from us, as it does us (we love and miss you more than we could ever fully express to you) and I know you would do it 1,000 times over to protect us. We will never hold it against you, because we know it's what you must do. You are my rock and you are my anchor. I am blessed beyond what I thought was capable. You are beyond incredible. And I, we, love you so much, without compare. We know your sacrifice and we thank you so much for it.
Bruce, you are amazing. You are gorgeous, beautiful, intelligent, smart, hilarious, sexy, seductive, capable, admirable, impressive, and incredible. What did I do to deserve you?
I don't know, but I don't care. God gave you to me and I will never complain. You are perfect to me, and a wonderful and amazing father. Our kids are so lucky to have you, they are only beginning to realize.

You are amazing and I love you.
I just thought you should know.
<3 and xoxo forever and ever

Your adoring wifey,
MaryAnne











An open letter to my sons



Where should I start with you two?
The thousands of hairs pulled out daily by your tiny fingers?
My almost-scratched-way-too-many-times corneas?
The 1,0000 ER trips? The ER trip on Christmas day for Ace because of a certain someone who shall remain nameless? One hint- his name starts with a G and ends with an unner.
The emergency trip to the dentist for me because of the head butt that almost broke off my front two teeth?
The bajillion pieces of technology destroyed by your curiosity?
The screaming sessions at just the most inopportune moments?
The furniture we can't even give away on Craig's list now?
The new carpet that is now ruined from only 4 short months of your presence?
The peaceful mommy-time interrupted by your refusal to nap?
The times you practically kill each other when you get in your 'crazy modes'?
Hmmm, well I could go on... but this is starting to grow into a bit of a long list.

But I have a longer list, so you're gonna sit there and listen, you hear me!
I will start instead with this:
For every hair you pull, I am amazed and taken aback by the sweet smell and beautiful feel of each tiny strand on your heads.
For every eye almost gouged out, I'm reminded of the sheer beauty of those gorgeous peepers you both have.
For every ER trip I am reminded of the beautiful blessing of the health and well being of our little family when we could all be hurting so much more in so many ways.
For every piece of electronics destroyed, I am amazed by how brilliant you both are and how much you both have already grown in the short time you've graced us with your presence.
For every scream fest and tantrum you have, I'm reminded to count my blessings and be grateful for your strong and amazingly sweet voices and that you can scream your lungs out when you want.
For every piece of furniture ruined, I am grateful for your ability to ruin it- by jumping, coloring, ripping, hitting and everything else your little bodies can do.
For every stain on the carpet, I am grateful we had the money to give you the food and juice for which to spill and mush.
For every nap you didn't take, I am grateful that you are able to sleep, and sleep well, and wake up refreshed and beautiful, ready to play again.
For every time you almost kill each other, I thank the good Lord in Heaven for giving you each a brother to annoy and love.

You two are the most gorgeous, sweet, amazing, beautiful, wonderful blessings I have ever been giving by our almighty Father and Teacher. With out your pirate screams, your robot rampages, your creature-from-the-black-lagoon drools and messes, your amazing strength to reach out and grab (literally and figuratively :)) almost anything you want, your funny faces, your beautiful spirits, your exceeding baby patience for your parents and all of our screw ups, your bottomless love and affection, your kisses, your hugs, your baby laughter, and your little fish stick feet, I am nothing. I was nothing.

Till there was you.

I adore and love you both from the endless mommy love inside my mommy heart.
<3 and xoxo forever and ever.
Love, Mommy









Be like you
Asylum Street Spankers

You with your big blue eyes
You with your big surprise
You with your "I don't know"s
You with your mismatched clothes

Chasin the kitty cat
Tiptoe and pitter pat
Hiding 'neath the kitchen chair
Sleepin with a teddy bear

You sittin at the breakfast table wearing two different shoes
I, I wish that I could be like you

And when we're jumpin on the bed
Jump jump jumpin up and down
It seems like such great bliss
Makes me wonder if
A grownup like me could ever feel like this

You with your funny smile
You with your certain style
You when you play pretend
You know you're my best friend

You sing a bit off key
You say "Hey look at me!"
How I wish that this could last
But you're growing up so fast

And I love your silly expressions
And your different point of view
And I, I wish that I could be like you

And when we're walking down the street
Walk walk walkin hand in hand
We're having so much fun and when the day is done
I tell you I'm so glad you're my son

You're quite extraordinary and it's absolutely true that I,
I wish that I could be like you
I wish that I could be like you

I wish that I could be like you.

More open letters up in a minute... But first...




So for those who actually read my blog and semi keep up with it, sorry about the no post/ no open letters yesterday. I was uber bogged down with work, kids, engagements, Etsy stuff and so on. Lame excuse, but there it is. So today I will post 2 open letters to make up for yesterday's lack of one. Yay for me! Please be seated. Your praise and applause is unnecessary. ;D

But first I would like to invite you over to BloggyMoms.com if you aren't already a member.


Where Moms Who Blog Go!


It's a great place where you can link up with other moms, join groups and discussions, post your blogs so that more moms can see them, make your own groups, and generally support one another. It's a great site and I post my blogs there daily so that even more moms can see my posts.

And speaking of that, I recently started my own group and that's what I wanted to post about.
It's called "I want your buttons!" and it's a place for bloggy moms to post their buttons for me to share on my site as well as on Bloggy Moms. So go on over and join my buttons group if you like it! If you like my blog and want me to feature your button, just let me know on here or there, but I would really like if you did both :)

All I ask in return is to put my button on your blog, even if it's on another page or waaaaaaaay down at the bottom :) Cause hey, sharing is caring, right? :D








Tuesday, August 10, 2010

An open letter to my parents



Mom and Dad, where do I begin?

Do I begin with a thank you for all of the indescribably wonderful things you have done for me? For the money you've given me to help keep me a float when I was struggling? For the compassion and understanding even when I was being worse than Damien himself? The kind words and encouragement said at exactly the right time to help me keep on putting one foot in front of the other? For this amazing gift of life you gave me through God's great plan?

Do I begin with a bottomless apology and deep regret for all I have put you through over the years? The late nights spent worried if I would make it home alive? The hours of worry wondering if I was ok where ever I was? The hurt and shame many of my actions have surely brought you? The torment I know I had to have been as a teenager? The worse torment I was as a young adult out of your span of protection?

Do I begin by singing your many unsung praises? How selfless you are? How giving you are? How gracious your spirits are? What wonderful examples you have been for me? How you've used your broken spirits, broken by me, to lift me up time and time again?

I could begin that way. But I think I'll begin and end this way. With a story you both told to me when I was a little child. A story by my favorite Teacher.

There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, "Father, give me my share of the estate." So he divided his property between them.
Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

When he came to his senses, he said, "How many of my father's hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men." So he got up and went to his father.
But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

The son said to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son."

But the father said to his servants, "Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found." So they began to celebrate.

Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. "Your brother has come," he replied, "and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound."

The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, "Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!"

"My son," the father said, "you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found."


I love you both more than words can say. 
<3MaryAnne



Monday, August 9, 2010

An open letter to Dr. Laura

*Note: I understand that Dr. Laura is respected by and has helped many people. If you are one of those people, this post is in no way meant to diminish that or offend you. It is simply my honest and heart felt opinion about something I heard on her radio show recently. But to just throw in my 2 cents about her, I think her views are misogynistic to the core, I believe she undermines and demeans working moms, single parents, blended families, gay/ lesbian parents, step parents and families, abused women, and the list goes on. For more detailed reasons why I believe this, her blog, shows, and letters from listeners are archived extensively on her website.
This is also not a jab at stay at home moms- because I am one! I have also been a working mom so I have perspectives from both sides. I am an advocate of all amazing moms, no matter wether they work outside the home, stay at home, or are aliens from Plan 9 from Outer Space. If you are doing your best to do right by your children and family, that is amazing in my book. No matter how crappy you may think you are. (*you are not* :)) And I also love and cherish all of those amazing daddies out there!


*A brief bit of background info:
Dr. Laura frequently reads letters from her listeners over the air. The particular letter (and consequent verbal finger wagging from she-who-does-no-wrong) I heard a few weeks ago was from a listener who was passing along a news story that included a tragic story where 2 toddlers were left in a car and passed away. The news story was taken from Parenting.com (great site btw) by way of CNN.com and also had tips on how to avoid such tragedies (click the link above to read the full article). The letter writer was shocked, as I think all parents are when things like this happen. However, she went on to suppose that if the woman had only been a stay at home mom, she never would have left them in the car in the first place. The letter writer goes on to say how peaceful, stress and anxiety and worry and problem free her life is because she stays at home. Dr. Perfect goes on to advocate this letter writer's opinion and furthers the inslut by pointing her finger in the face of this family, and other good, decent, wonderful parents who have had tragedies like this and others happen to them. Not all situations like this are the result of some drugged out junkies.


*So as a result, this letter was written in a fury immediately following my hearing of this segment. So if I get a little confusing sounding, please understand I was just letting my thoughts pour out. I have not sent this letter to her royal highness. I am not afraid to. I just no it will do no good. This woman has been spewing her hate in the public arena for over 30 years.
So tell me, after you read my letter, should I send it to her? Would it even make a difference?

(Oh, and yes, it's pretty hypocritical of me to get on to her for wagging her finger by wagging my finger at her. But, well, I don't care! :P And if you are looking for really great advice, I suggest you check out Dr. Laura Berman instead :))

July 9th, 2010
Dr. Laura,

While I disagree with a lot of your advice, I do agree with some of it. And I like listening to programs that I can agree and disagree with. They often help me change my thoughts or reinforce my opinions.

HOWEVER, and I want to be as respectful in my words to you as possible because that is how I like to be treated, I TOTALLY disagree with your commentary today. And I apologize if my words are harsh, but it is how I feel and I will try my best not to judge you or the listener because I do not know you or her. But I will say this, while I do not hate you or your listener, and I love you both with the Lord's love, I HATE your views on this news story.

My concern is about your reading of the email from listener Christine about the working mother whose children died after being left in the car and your condoning of her thoughts in the email. I agree that thoughts are thoughts and opinions are opinions and EVERYONE is entitled to them, WHATEVER they may be, no matter how sick, the problem here is that you are a public figure who broadcasts in a public forum, and your job is to give advice and I'm sure MANY of your listeners rely on what you say as reliable from an 'expert' in the field.

In my opinion, Christine's thoughts on the subject are incredibly callous and SICK and I believe the fact that you condoned these thoughts on your public radio show is even MORE callous and SICK.

How can either of you have anything but sympathy and compassion for this poor family? While I agree that I don't understand how a parent could leave their child in the car for that long and forget about them, HOW DARE YOU insinuate in your public forum as an 'authority' on morals that the fact that she wasn't a Stay At Home Mom (SAHM) may have been the reason why her children died! I am still in shock and I was shaking hearing this.

I understand you can have your opinion, but to condone that opinion in your public forum as an 'authority' on morals is so harmful and damaging. What if this family hears what you have said? This is possible because you are a public figure and are speaking publicly. I almost think you WANT that poor family to hear what you and Christine said. If so, that is a ridiculous wish for a 'Christian' woman! That hurts my heart more than your SICK opinion. Will that bring back these precious children? Will wagging your superior finger in their face turn back the clock? Will it cause her to be able to travel back in time and become a SAHM? It will only further cause them pain. Do you not think that this family has been through enough grief and suffering? Do you not think this mother blames no one but herself for this horrible, avoidable tragedy? What if this woman tries to hurt herself if she sees your comments in an email or elsewhere? Will that please you? PLEASE try to think of the fragile mental states of people that are going through personal turmoil and tragedy. No one should have publicly commented on this story unless it was news outlet or using it to help others. And how can you assume that she didn't want to raise them? She WAS raising them in her way. They adopted those angels from a poor country, so how can you have the gall to assume she didn't care for them or want to raise them? She may have desired to stay at home but could not.

And to criticize the news outlet using this terrible story to try and prevent this tragedy from happening again by giving ways to remember your child is in the car is shameful. While almost everyone who has not had this happen to them, which is many, many people, cannot fathom how a child can be left behind in a car for hours, what is the harm in coming up with things to help us when we are under extreme stress and having a forgetful time? While I cannot fathom leaving my children in the car (my 2 1/2 year old and my 7 1/2 month old are pretty noisy), I could never have anything but sympathy for a parent who loses a child no matter the cause (except for abuse and neglect by the parent- My heart breaks for the children but the abusive parent(s) are scum). How can you not? And if you do, how can you say these horrible things? As a 'Christian' woman, here are some verses about compassion that you may need to review:
Romans 12:15
1 Peter 3:8
Hebrews 13:3
Galatians 6:2
Hebrews 5:2
Psalms 35:14
I understand that you are the 'tough love' therapist. I agree that many people need this tough love attitude when it comes to their problems. However I truly believe that your choice of tough 'love' finger wagging in this case was appalling.

What do you feel about children who are killed at school or at the park whether their moms SAH or not? If the mother works and the child is killed at a park by an unfortunate, completely avoidable accident while the supervising SAHM is distracted, would you feel that working mother was to blame because she was at work? Or would you blame the SAHM, who is supposed to always flit around the room like June Cleaver and be so rested and relaxed because she SAH, in your succinct opinion, not mine, who was unfortunately distracted at the time of the totally avoidable, tragic accident? Would you publicly read a listener email that basically states 'it was both of those mothers faults and I would NEVER do that! Since I am not those moms, don't know them, and wasn't there, I am totally a reliable source to quote on this subject.'? Would you humiliate and degrade those distraught families as well? I fear your answer ma'am.


As far as Christine and your views about a SAHM or Work At Home Mom (WAHM)
not having to 'work,' not being stressed, and not having anxiety, amongst other ridiculous views about SAHM/WAHM's, I will tell you this. I am a WAHM who is so blessed to be able to stay at home with her kids. I understand your views that all moms should stay at home so they don't miss precious moments and I think it is valid, in NO way does being a working mom make you a bad mother. My mother was a single, working parent and she was and still is amazing for all she does. I love my parents and I was in no way damaged by them working. I made many great friends at our church day care/ after school care, some of which I never would have met and actually am still in touch with today. But that being said, don't you think that most working moms and dads would LOVE to be home with their kids earning income and not having to work? Most parents do not have this opportunity and I in no way think that because both parents need to be employed correlates so exclusively with not being good parents. Some of the best parents I know are working parents and their kids are all happy and well adjusted and have a loving, caring, healthy home life. And a previous statement of yours that assumed quantity time with kids trumps quality time with them is way off base in my opinion.

So that being said, what I said about your views about a SAHM or Work At Home Mom (WAHM)not having to 'work,' not being stressed, and not having anxiety, amongst other ridiculous views about SAHM/WAHM's, how in the world is a SAHM mom's life not stressful, anxiety filled, and full of work all the time? I am a WAHM mom who works hard at my job(s) which I love. I am able to work and care for my kids at the same time. I also cook, clean, run errands, do play dates, ship kidlets to appointments, try to find people to watch my kids so I can get certain things done that are impossible to do with kids in tow (which can be very stressful), etc. All of these things can be stressful and they are all hard work which can be physically and mentally draining, even if you LOVE doing them. And I have a wonderful husband who does more than his share of hard work in and outside of the home and he would LOVE to stay at home, but that is just not possible for our family. And I suffer from genetically inherited anxiety. Maybe that poor mother did too. And I know plenty of amazing mothers who suffer from this as well. Does having anxiety mean that we aren't fit parents? That we aren't good mothers? That our beautiful, wonderful, indescribable children don't deserve to be here?

I would love to know what other SAHM/WAHM moms think of you all's assumption that staying at home is one big non-work cuddle-fest. I'm sure that you'd get plenty of outraged responses with that statement alone. Because that is the exact same excuse that misogynist men use to day that women who stay at home don't 'work'. As a former SAHM (I assume)/ SAHM advocate, that sentiment from you is especially egregious.

I truly hope your inbox is overflowing with outrage at your caviler and condoning attitude regarding Christine's email, your SICK insinuations about a horrible tragedy and grieving family, and the great shame you have received from SAHM's. I doubt they will be as respectful as my email. Assuming people holding such views are deserving of respect.

Outraged, hard working WAHM and advocate of ALL wonderful moms,
MaryAnne

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Open Letters Week here at TPRM



So I like to keep things light and loving around here... usually. There is so much hate in the world, I'd rather not rant too much (LOL yeah sure! Ha!) on my blog or get too serious. Life is too short and I prefer to laugh as often as possible. But I've had may things weighing on me as of late, and I want to take this week to write a series of open letters to people I love and people that seriously piss me off.

Tomorrow I will be starting off in the piss me off category. I'm sure it will piss you off too.

And I want to encourage all of you to write open letters to loved ones and those you wish to punch. Even if you never send them. It is such a thoughtful and healing experience, I highly recommend it. :)

Stay tuned!
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