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Wonders, Mishaps, Blunders and Joy.. commentary on my life as a mom in the form of letters to my son

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Unfriended

Posted on February 5, 2013 Written by Tonya

I knew of Wendy (formerly Wendy Will Blog) and now Writing a New Story long before I joined The Trend Tribe. I fell in love with her on Pinterest and then I met her in person and couldn’t have been more pleased.

Wendy is native southern Californian, a mom, a breast cancer survivor, breast cancer advocate and has the greatest dimples I’ve probably ever seen. 

I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with Facebook. Not long ago (around election season, I’m quite certain), I unfriended almost 100 friends and not just because of their differing political views, which drove me bananas, but because there was little or no interaction and I didn’t see the point. It was very liberating!

Wendy recently unfriended someone who left a snarky comment on one her photos, here is her letter explaining why. I say she’s justified, what do you think?

Letters For You

Dear Former Facebook Friend,

You may or may not be wondering why you aren’t seeing my witty updates in your Facebook feed any longer. Do you remember my last one? I had uploaded some twenty or so photos from my 5-year-old’s recent birthday party. The first photo showed an excited little girl, with a smile from ear to ear, wearing a dress she had personally picked out for her special day. In the nineteen other photos that followed you might have seen a few of her posing arm-in-arm with her little girlfriends, one on the lap of her parents, and one of she blowing out her birthday candles. There were also others of the girls working diligently on crafting fabric flowers and draping dress forms with tissue paper creating what they saw as beautiful masterpieces. Maybe you saw those same sweet girls modeling their creations on the pink carpeted runway.

Does any of this sound familiar?

Let me remind you of the comment you posted on that Facebook photo album. You wrote “What 5 year old wants to go to fashion camp? What does walking a red carpet teach those kids? What happened to nature camp? That’s where you should have taken them.”

Fire rose from my belly and, not only did I delete your comment, I gladly unfriended you.

Those pictures were meant for real friends and family not you and your unsolicited opinions on the type of birthday I threw for my kid. What do you care anyway? For your information, fashion camp rocked. Our girls were doing arts and crafts, you idiot. Art teaches kids to be creative and innovative, it allows children to express themselves, and it can help them learn to problem solve. The “fashion show” part of it? It wasn’t superficial but instead a safe experience where they could share their creations while the parents applauded and nurtured their daughters’ creativity and confidence.

Look, I get that you think you are some hipster dude living off the grid. Reality check: You’re on Facebook way too much to be off the grid. You are a sad, pathetic, almost 40 year old drifter still looking to hook up with 22 year olds in Newport Beach on a Thursday night. For years you’ve waxed poetic about whatever in posts far too long for Facebook. Good riddance.

And if you didn’t know? Mama bears bite back.

Peace out jerk-off,

Wendy

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No Dogs Allowed?

Posted on February 4, 2013 Written by Tonya

Recently our landlady found out we have a puppy. We’re guessing it was the photo on our holiday card. See below. 

According to our Renters Agreement, no pets are allowed. I thought my husband had cleared Charlie Pasta’s arrival with her over the summer, but apparently he did not. After berating him (my husband, not the dog) over the phone, she insisted on visiting  to inspect the current condition.

We keep a neat house, despite having a toddler and a puppy. A very neat house. I’m a very anal retentive, OCD, type A, controlling organized person and everything in my home has a place, there is very little clutter, beds are made each morning and toys are picked up throughout the day. We have our house professionally cleaned once or twice a month, the dog is crate-trained and rarely unsupervised. He also goes to the groomer once or twice a month, in addition to being bathed at home once a week.

Even with all of the tidiness, getting ready for this woman’s visit was like a Seinfeld episode…

The day before, Todd and I were leaving town for a quick trip to Tucson to check on the work being done at the house my sister and I inheritance from our parents. I was trying to organize the details of Lucas’ care while we would be away. We don’t want either of our two trusted babysitters to be responsible for the dog too, so we decide to board him and at the same time have him neutered. 🙁

Luckily, the day before the visit was also housekeeper day, but while vacuuming, one of them pulled a snag in the carpet in our bedroom that lead to an eight inch long gaping hole.

A frantic phone call to a carpet repair specialist and $75 later the problem was solved. If you’ve ever wondered how holes in carpets are repaired, it’s much like a facelift with stretching and tugging and lots of glue! It’s a fascinating process.

What I kept thinking as we bid our son farewell for 24 hours and headed to the airport was what must a complete stranger think about us upon entering our home. What does our space reveal about us?

Our style is eclectic, mismatched pillows on the couch in our living room, dozens of books on the shelves and magazines on the bedside tables, family and car photos adorn the walls, except in Lucas’ room, which has Dr. Seuss prints and a huge Lucas Oil sign. You’ll find a treadmill and a spin bike in one room and a welcoming guest bed in the another. There are doormats at every door that leads outside. There’s a bowl of fruit on the kitchen counter next to a gourmet style coffee maker. There are several bottles of perfume on the sink in the master bathroom and tons of evidence that not only a child, but also a canine live here too.

What you can’t see when you walk through our house is that we are a family, we are responsible people, parents and pet owners and we respect where we live. Not just on drop by visit days, every day.

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Although we haven’t heard from her, our landlady came and went and took our February rent check with her, so I guess we are allowed to stay. For now.

EDITED TO ADD: I guess it all comes down to the Renter’s Agreement. Today we received notice that we have 45 days to vacate. Oh joy!

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A Magical Dinner

Posted on February 3, 2013 Written by Tonya

Imagine being seated at a table at one of the most prestigious restaurants in one of the most beautiful places in Orange County and have no clue what is going to be served.

Two weeks ago, I was lucky enough to be included in The Trend Tribe’s Five Crowns Chef’s Supper (#TTT5Crowns) and it was truly a magical evening. Executive Chef Greg Harrison knocked it out of the park! 

My awesome company for the night included fellow tribe members: Nicole, editor-in-chief and founder of The Trend Tribe, Deb, Beth, Wendy, Sarah and Sharon.

When many locals think of Five Crowns they typically think of an old English pup, a stogy, dark place, where aging grandparents celebrate their anniversaries. Nowadays, this couldn’t be further from the truth! Not with Mumford & Sons, Bob Marley and The Lumineers serving as the soundtrack for our evening. The chef and his staff were laid back and dressed casually and could not have been nicer. The service and presentation was also first rate.

I had dined at Five Crowns once before, but nothing could have prepared me for the Chef’s Supper consisting of eight courses that would push my pallet (not to mention my comfort level) to places it had never gone before. 

I’m talking oysters!

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Crystal Point oysters with uni, rice wine and mignonette to be exact. I’m no foodie, so I don’t really know what any of those ingredients are, but I told myself before I sat down that I was going to be adventurous and try everything put in front of me. And I am so glad I did. The oysters were good. A little hard to eat and not nearly as “fishy” as I thought they’d be.

Curious about the other amazing foods I never thought I’d try? Smoked bone marrow served with horseradish and shallot rings, accompanied with a Pimm’s Cup, a delicious, albeit sweet, gin-based drink, invented in 1823 by James Pimm.

And yes, you read that correctly… bone marrow. One of the more interesting dishes of the night, as it was served a bed of smokey wood pieces.

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I devoured the next course: dungeness crab squash blossom with carrot puree and sea beans followed by…

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…another first, Jidori chicken liver mousse, brioche, Andante goat cheese and apple butter. In other words, yum, yum, yum!

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The coup de grâce was the Tomahawk platter: roasted maitake mushroom, salt crusted potatoes, braised kale, onion foam and scallion ash. Served rustic-like on a butcher block. All the flavors were rich and decadent and played so nicely together, especially when washed down with a lovely Salvestrin Estate Cabernet Sauvignon. 

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The next dish was my favorite: beet braised pork ribs served with ricotta cavatelli, baby mixed carrots and Vadouvan meringue popcorn. The pork was so tender it melted in my mouth and I loved the fact that it was paired with Thrillseeker IPA. So apropos.

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Five Crowns is an institution in Orange County, but it’s definitely not your grandparents’ restaurant anymore. If you live in the OC and have never been, or haven’t been in a while, OR are planning a visit here, I urge you to try it out for yourself and if you’re looking for a one-of-a-kind, magical dinning experience, I highly recommend the Chef’s Supper!

Five Crowns
3801 E. Coast Highway
Corona del Mar, CA 92625
Phone: (949) 760-0331

On occasion, contributors of The Trend Tribe – including myself – receive products, compensation and/or services gratis or at discounted rates. This practice does not influence the contributor’s point of view or the outcome of the review. All descriptions are factual and accurately reflect the reviewer’s experience. The opinions are of their own.

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Kookie Karma

Posted on January 30, 2013 Written by Tonya

We lived next door to Juli and her family for four years. Her blog, PUREmamas, where she shares easy to follow raw and vegan recipes and gorgeous photos of her sons and her life in San Diego, was one of the first I read.

Her youngest son and Lucas are less than month apart.

Todd and I were seeking her advice on signs of labor in her bedroom as she and her family were all snuggled in bed together the night I went into labor. 

Juli is going through a transition right now and has written a departing letter to her company, Kookie Karma, a company she founded 10 years ago. A company she built from the ground up, made thrive and is now bidding farewell.

Please welcome my friend, Juli.

Letters For You

Dear Kookie Karma,

On a beautiful Saturday at the Santa Monica farmer’s market, where the fruit and veggies were bountiful, people were friendly, hippies were frolicking, the air was salty and fog was blowing in, I picked up a cookbook.

A book, for a self-proclaimed “chef”, looked extremely enticing. Every recipe was full of bright plant foods, beautiful salads, and pizza topped with flowers(?!), gorgeous meals with the simplest yet most gourmet ingredients. As I read the book I realized that every recipe was made with ONLY raw fruits and vegetables. No dairy. No animal meat. No sugar. No butter. No eggs. Only stuff grown in the ground. Not only did I buy the book, but I also decided to try this raw food ONLY lifestyle for one week.

I headed straight for my kitchen and I followed recipe after recipe. Day after day. I can’t even begin to explain the way I felt. I didn’t cheat one time {note: I even brought my own salad dressings to happy hour with my girlfriends and they were definitely annoyed with me at this point}. Meals were in Tupperware containers and were ready to grab out of the fridge. Nothing went in my mouth that came from a package, not even chewing gum. I ate REAL, non-cooked, energy filled, sprouted, fresh, organic food for seven whole days.

The results: Endless energy. Smooth skin. 5 lbs dropped {not a goal, just a side-effect}. My Eczema cleared {all gone and doctors had told me it would never go away and just gave me steroid creams}. I felt light and airy. Slept like a baby. I was happy and energetic. No brain fog. No headaches. NO PMS!!

I had been working in an attorney’s office and had a bad case of the office blues and those seven days of eating a 100% raw diet motivated me to leave my job and return to school to study nutrition.

A year later Kookie Karma was born.

Using my cooking experience and nutrition knowledge, I created my own “packaged snacks” to sell to stores. My “kookies” contained no dairy, no sugar, no gluten and no soy.

I didn’t see another product like this on the market and I figured if I felt this good eating this way, so would everybody else.

I lived and breathed my business. Sweat. Tears. Hours of baking. Deliveries. Education. Web design. Package design. Sales. Marketing. Email after email. Research. You name it.

I landed Whole Foods Market as one of my first customers, which then led to me building my own commercial kitchen. It was a dream come true. Despite the long hours, I could still make my own hours which allowed me to have a lot of fun on the side. A 24 year old’s dream!

Sales went up, Kookie Karma was named a “hot item” by In Style magazine in 2006 and I was named one of the Top 20 Entrepreneurs in their 20s by the Los Angeles Business Journal.

Then… I fell in love. I was not only distracted by a man but suddenly I wanted different things in my life. In fact, it wasn’t long before we were starting a family. Thinking everything would be fine and I could make it work, my employees could handle it, I could bring my son to work. You know, all those thoughts you have before your big wake-up call {the day the baby arrives}.

I remember being on the phone with the bank, computer on my lap and my newborn baby at my side, and they informed me that due to the declining economy, my line of credit was being revoked.

A year later, I was in the same boat but with a 1 year old running around and another newborn on my lap. I was checking email just hours after the birth of my second son and back in the office a week later.

My passion for health food wasn’t fading but my drive to be an entrepreneur was. I didn’t want to wear all the hats; juggle cash flow, stay on top of the bookkeeping or answer the never ending phone calls. My interest, my head and my HEART were someplace else. Kookie Karma had became nothing but stress for me.

Over the next few years, Kookie Karma grew a little but I had stopped taking a salary and I needed investors. I didn’t have the time or energy to search for them, my focus was elsewhere. I tried to sell, but the business needed funding to keep going another month.

Eventually, it died.

A slow painful death at that.

Kookie Karma has been a huge part of me. It’s the only real career I’ve known; almost 10 years! It has defined and shaped me into the person I am today. I’ve learned more from running my own business than any business school could teach me, I’ve met the coolest people and had the same, wonderful staff for over seven years. I have received the BEST thank you letters from people who have enjoyed my products. In fact, it was often those messages that kept me in the business longer than I should have been. That’s essentially why I started Kookie Karma in the first place, to share with people a piece of what I had experienced.

But I realized that my past had to die before my new life could really start. I couldn’t handle being a CEO and a mom. That realization was HUGE. My kids are my passion now. Forget trying to expose the WORLD to health food, it’s a challenge just trying to expose my sons to it!

I am still working; blogging at PUREmamas and consulting. Someday I’ll start another business, but for now I’m just wearing the mommy hat and it is by far the hardest yet most fulfilling one yet.

I’ve definitely gone through feelings of guilt and failure and disbelief. I never thought I’d be saying goodbye to Kookie Karma.

I wouldn’t change a thing about my past. Everything was the way it should have been. And it is how it should be. I made a choice. A big huge choice and grew from it. Pain, stress and hardship make our souls richer.

Goodbye 20’s.

Goodbye Kookie Karma.

And THANK YOU!

Juli

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Birth Announcements

Posted on January 29, 2013 Written by Tonya

I am overwhelmed.

I’m finding it hard to breathe.

Everywhere I look, plastered floor to ceiling are beautiful cards.

Tiny Prints, Minted, Shutterfly.

Matte, glossy, squares, rectangles, flat and folded. 

Brand new fresh faces.

Blank stares.

Scrawny bodies.

Sleeping angels.

Loving welcome messages.

Kind letters of gratitude to the skilled doctor.

I feel space around me closing in.

Dates.

Weights.

Lengths.

First, middle and last names.

Beaming new parents smile back at me.

There are also photos of the good doctor with the new bundles of joy.

I’m fighting tears now.

I read biblical verses like: “Every good and perfect gift is a gift from above.” James 1:17 on more than one card.

Dreams do come true.

Believe!

The prince has arrived.

It’s a boy!

It’s a girl!

Twins!

Meet the newest member of our family!

We’ve been blessed.

Our wish came true.

Our prayers have been answered.

I can’t bear it.

I stand up and calmly walk toward the door.

I’ll reschedule for another time when I’m not feeling so weak.

And then, my name is called.

As I am ushered to a room, I pass the receptionist’s desk and I grab a business card.

I am hopeful.

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Who You Might Have Been

Posted on January 28, 2013 Written by Tonya

It ain’t fair; you died too young, Like the story that had just begun, But death tore the pages all away. God knows how I miss you, All the hell that I’ve been through, Just knowin’ no-one could take your place. An’ sometimes I wonder, Who’d you be today? – Kenny Chesney

The image is fixed in my mind.

My parents would grow old. Crotchety and set in their ways, but always my pillars of strength.

My parents would grow old together.

They would retire and live off of their investments and savings.

They would take a cruise and travel to places they’d never been, like Australia and Hawaii. Maybe relax for a change.  

They would love my son to pieces and relish being active and present grandparents.

I’d like to think they might have made a move from Arizona to Southern California to be closer to us. I can see them in a condo near the beach and my mother’s skin golden brown all year long.

There would be daily phone calls and frequent visits, long conversations about how I was as a child compared to Lucas’ latest phase. We’d talk about the far away places they’d lived, politics and books we were all reading and promise to share them when we were done.

My father might’ve bought that ship and mail business that he always talked about or maybe he would have invested in his favorite used bookstore in Tucson. Perhaps he’d consult school administrators working in small overseas schools around the world.

My mother might of continued substitute teaching never fully able to be away away from young children. Perhaps she would have volunteered at the local library or became a sales associate at a teaching store.

I wonder if she would made an effort to lose all the excess weight she carried. I’d like to think they both would have started a health kick; bought a juicer, purchased a treadmill, joined a gym and taken better care of themselves.

I’ll never know who they would’ve been or what they’d be doing now, but the image of them being here is fixed firmly in my mind.

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Unwavering

Posted on January 25, 2013 Written by Tonya

It’s been sitting on my nightstand for months and I now know why I waited so long to read it, I needed these words now.

I know everyone and their mother has already read Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, but I finished it today and it did something I haven’t experienced from a book in a long time. Cheryl Strayed’s words reached a place deep inside me and I let them seep into my heart and soul making a profound impact.

Wild is inspirational and reflective of the struggles we all face in life. While reading, I made many parallels to my own life; the dissolution of my first marriage, my grief over losing my parents too soon, the rocky and yet oh so wonderful days of motherhood and not taking for granted the beauty that lies all around us, if we just stop to look, but the biggest comparison I made was to my infertility journey; the highs and lows and mammoth blisters in between.

Strayed is brutally honest about her weaknesses as well as her strengths and anyone going through any sort of hardship should read this book. I promise it will give you courage to help you face the hurts and overcome your grief as well as empower you to keep going no matter what the obstacles.

I have learned so much about longing and gut-wrenching pain over the last few years and I wonder how much more I can endure. It seems as though each heart break is more debilitating than the last and yet, somehow instinctively I know when our second child is placed into my arms, however and whenever that might be, just like Strayed’s final day of her 1100 mile soul searching hike, a dark, ominous cloud will be lifted and all of my doubts, struggles losses and tears will not have been in vain.

Few people have Strayed’s courage to live their own truth and to tell that truth without wavering. I admire her immensely, I am grateful for her words and hope in some small way that I am a tiny bit like her.

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Dear Kids

Posted on January 23, 2013 Written by Tonya

Laura of A(n) (un)common Family and Editor for SheKnows Parenting and allParenting,so essentially, my boss is my Letters For You guest today with a truly beautiful love letter to the brightest lights in her life, her children.

Grab the Kleenex, this one might get ‘cha.

It is a true honor to have her writing for me for a change. 🙂

Letters For You

Dear Mattix and Molley,

I often say that motherhood is the job I never knew I wanted so much until I had it.

And that’s the truth.

I knew I wanted to be a mom. I knew that without kids, I’d always feel like I was missing something.

But I wasn’t in a big hurry. I wanted to finish school. And then law school. I wanted to buy our house and enjoy even more time with your dad.

I was young when your dad and I got married, but I knew what I wanted in life.

I just didn’t know how much I wanted it.

Like most moms I know, I became a mom for selfish reasons. I wanted kids. I wanted all of the work, risks and huge, immeasurable rewards that come with parenting.

And then, after your dad and I committed to parenthood and laid our souls bare to complete strangers whose permission we needed to become parents, and after a lot of time and waiting and stress that words will never capture, I was a mom.

And suddenly, it all made sense – the reason for breathing.

I finally understood unconditional love. I never had – and I never will – feel that kind of love for anyone other than my children.

We adopted you both, but make no mistake. We didn’t “save” you or “rescue” you or “give a better life” to you or do any of those things you might hear one day – the things some people might say, certainly well-meaning, because you were born in other countries and became our kids in a less traditional way.

You both completed us. At just 4- and 5-years old, you’ve already given your dad and me more than I could have hoped for in an entire lifetime. And I know that the best is yet to come.

Sometimes I lie in bed at night and wonder what I can do to make the world even again. I was given two gifts. “Gifts” is a silly, trivial word. But I don’t know how better to describe the privilege I have of raising you both.

I owe the universe something so big that I’ll never find a way to pay it back.

I know that you are not mine alone. You were brought into the world by other moms – moms that are just as real and significant as me. Sometimes I feel sad that they don’t get to see what I do every single day – the magic you bring to the world, the light in your eyes, your smiles, your intelligence, your amazing senses of humor.

Other times, I feel sad that you won’t know people in this world who look just like you. I look exactly like Grammy and Great Grammy and even your Great, Great Grammy when she was still with us. There’s comfort in that.

I sometimes wonder if I would feel this way no matter how I became a mom – would I feel my kids are gifts to the world, even if I’d chosen to birth them? I probably would. But I don’t know because I didn’t travel that road.

As far as I can tell, you both radiate something special from the inside out. It shines – through your eyes that sparkle, through your radiant smiles and through your alternating sweet and sassy words that both make me cry and make me laugh. (Okay, and let’s be honest. Those words sometimes make me count down the minutes until bedtime.)

I always feel justified in my opinions of you both because you’re not little “me’s.” You don’t share my genes and you’re both so different – from each other and from me. You’re both unique and you were born the way you were born, independent of your dad and me.

I sometimes see similarities in us, but those are just coincidental. Mattix, your anxiety over new situations breaks my heart because I know how hard it is to experience that, but it also means that you’ll carefully think through your actions and make the best of everything.

Molley, your extreme stubbornness will get in your way sometimes – trust me – but it will serve you well when you need to reach deep for an inner strength that life demands.

You don’t have to live up to anything – you just have to be the best people you’re capable of being and maximize your potential. I want you to live happy, successful lives. Different people define happiness and success differently. I’ll trust your definitions. (Within reason, of course. Let’s not be silly. I’m a mom, after all.)

We’ll have great days and we’ll have hard days. We’ve already had plenty of both.

There will be days when you’ll want to scream at me and there will be days when you’ll want my hugs and love.

There will be days when I don’t want you to go to bed because I want just a little more time with you and there will be days when bedtime – and a glass of wine – cannot come soon enough. We’ve already had both.

But one thing is certain: There will never be a day when I’m not grateful for the privilege of raising you.

Love, Mom

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Broken Record

Posted on January 22, 2013 Written by Tonya

‘No’ is a complete sentence. – Anne Lamott

My son will never fully understand the term, “I’m starting to sound like a broken record” because he’ll never own a record, but it really is the best way to describe 90% of what comes out of my mouth and in through one of his ears and out the other on any given day.

Spoken in varying degrees of volume I might add.

If you aren’t going to eat it, why did you ask for it?

Let’s go, we’re going to be late!

Now, Lucas!!

I love you.

Please don’t put that in your mouth.

What do you say?

What did you say?

You’re so sweet, buddy.

No shoes on the couch.

Please don’t talk to me that way.

Will you please pick up these toys?

You did such a great job!

Do you need to potty?

Are you sure?

Do you need some help?

Let me fix your undies.

What do you mean no more kisses?

Are you tired?

No nap?

No potty talk, please.

Be nice to the dog.

How did I get so lucky?

It’s not time for TV.

No means no.

Maybe.

Stop at the corner!

Use the brake, not your shoe.

I’m so proud of you.

No splashing.

Be careful, buddy.

No running.

Thank you for listening.

None of that stuff belongs in here, take it into the play room.

Indoor voice.

Why are you yelling?

Please stop yelling.

Of course, I’ll get you a snack, read to you, play a game, color, put on music, take you to the park, jump on the trampoline, build a tower, let you play with glitter. 

Agh!! I’m either cleaning up a mess you’ve made or the dog made.

That’s the 45th time you have asked me to help you look for your Chuggingtons and I said I would when we get home.

Not one more time, do you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Do you know how much I love you?

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Holding On To Hope

Posted on January 21, 2013 Written by Tonya

So, I’m kind of freaking out.

In a good way.

I have been writing for the SheKnows Parenting channel for a few months and at the end of the year, one of my assignment editors asked me if I would be interested in writing a weekly column on infertility.

Immediately I was a ball of delight and nerves.

Interested?

Yes!

But also terrified.

I’m neck deep into my infertility journey and it is pretty much all I think about these days, but could I realistically come up with enough topics to sustain a weekly column? After mulling it over, discussing it with my husband and a few very dear friends and making a topic list that multiplied several dozen times over, I decided to go for it! Infertility is a topic that is too near and dear for me not to write about and if my story can help just one person, then I will be gratified.

Infertility does not discriminate and it is so important that for those who are fighting this battle to stick together. Over the next few weeks, I will be sharing my story on SheKnows and I hope that if you or someone you know is struggling with infertility or secondary infertility, you will read along, comment, ask questions and that we support one another.

My first post is up today, Holding on to hope during infertility and I would be so very grateful if you read it and helped me promote it.

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