notjusthealthnuts

Childhood obesity has been at a forefront of everything.  In education, child development, pediatricians, and parenting.  So much so until our current pediatrician, it was nerve wrecking to go to a wellness visit in fear of scrutiny.  Simply, according to the charts my kids are fat while they look nothing like it and everything else is very healthy.  They eat healthy, appropriate amounts, hounded to take in enough fluids, and are active.  Screw the chart.  But that’s not my rave for today, another day.  My rave is school practices and its contribution to childhood obesity.   Schools have made strides in the quality of food, mostly.  Children are more active during school, mostly.  However, putting our daughter back in school after a year of homeschooling had me apprehensive particularly because of health reasons.  We eat small meals every three hours or so.  Maintain correct fluid amounts, at least the kids.  I'm a working progress.  We try to take time with meals and have fam

Having my Rachel moment about my thirties, it just took three years to get there.  If you’re older, go ahead and roll your eyes. You were there once. Three decades of childhood, adolescence, career, marriage, and children.  It seems as though so much life has been done and panic sets in.  It’s not done or close to it.  However, it becomes a different perspective and a sudden restock of life experiences or lack thereof.  There is a different filter my decisions go through; there are limitations in my age and life dynamics that weren’t there before.  Am I where I want to be? Yes and no.  I wouldn’t trade my family for anything, so there’s my yes. But it isn’t my total sense of self and children grow up.  So there’s my no.  I don’t want to lose that sense of self that as a single I had so strongly but I don’t want it to over ride the lack of self that is so important now.  Where is that balance in my chaos? More often than not I struggle with the super woman complex and given into the mo

It’s eleven o’clock at  night.  The homework folder is already completed because I am a responsible adult and can read/follow instructions.  A reminder to send in a folder is not necessary, two is too much.  Especially at this time of night.  Would you call or show up at my house to remind me to sign a folder?  I didn’t think so.  A text is just as intrusive.  Adults should not have their hand held and you are not responsible for making sure that folder is in there.  We are.  Would anyone die if that folder was late? The fifteen text in two hours this weekend was obnoxious enough.  A text at 1:30 in the morning on Sunday? GO TO BED! You have over twenty something second graders in a few hours, get some sleep. Aren’t you married and have kids? They need you. GO TO BED.  Yes you are a wonderful teacher.  Yes you are dedicated. We are grateful for that. But this is over kill.   While we’re at the over communication subject: I’m pretty sure between your class and the school an e

Forgiveness is a human necessity.  It’s not unique to one person.  It’s not one always needing it.  It’s not one always needing to give it.  It’s an every body condition.  The latest personal forgiveness hurdle is an interwoven masterpiece of red haze, rose colored memories, and glass shards.  If it was just me, jumping it by discarding everything would’ve been a piece of cake.  Burn everything and hope it doesn’t start a wildfire.  While most things are gone, the interlacing of one toxic decision with multiple lives makes the true test of forgiveness.  The wrongs pop up in memories and that devil of a facebook app.   We were inexplicably and violently banished for menial reasons.  A reminder we had little control or say in this toxic decision which made it even more lethal.  So I seethed and burned, tossed.  Everything.  Then wrong pops out of my child’s mouth for years as she is still processing how a person could be so selfish and not consider her at all after six years of closene