Category: Life

  • Don’t Be Like Me. Be Like You.

    Don’t Be Like Me. Be Like You.

    The other day you said those eleven magical words that can absolutely make a mother melt:

    “When I grow up, I want to be just like you.”

    What more could a mother wish for than for her daughter to look up to her in such a way, that she dreams of one day being just like her?

    I believe there is an even better wish. I hope that when you grow up, you are just like YOU.

    Each of us was created with a unique combination of characteristics, gifts and passions. The mold is made….and broken. The recipe for “you” isn’t one that can be repeated.

    You have strengths that I don’t have and passions that are different than mine. And I’ve never, ever met anyone who is just like you.

    So be that.

    Be it 100%. Be you with all of your flaws and all of your uniqueness.

    Be you when it helps you fit in.

    Be you when it makes you stand out.

    Be you when the world is telling you to be them.

    Be you when you are telling yourself to be me.

    I won’t agree with all of your choices, I’m sure of that, but they are YOUR choices.

    My job as your mother is to give you guidance and values and then to send you off into the world and trust that I did my best.

    Your job is to share your special gifts with passion and conviction.

    It makes my heart happy to know that you look up to me and that I can be a guide for you in this, sometimes overwhelming, world. I’ll be your safety and your home. You can trust me 100% with every crazy idea you may come up with. I’ll stand alongside you when life gets messy and confusing.

    And I’ll watch you learn what it means to be you. To really, really be you.

    There is a catch though. It may take a while to figure out exactly who “you” is, and the journey can be full of mistakes and discomfort.

     

    You’ll choose the wrong friends, the wrong career, or the wrong attitude. You’ll try one thing on and decide if it suits you or not. This process doesn’t take years, it takes decades.

    But you’ll get there.

    You will find out who you really are and it will feel like slipping on a cozy pair of pajamas.

    And they will be YOUR pajamas. Not mine.

    And you will be spectacular.

    Because you will finally have discovered YOU.

  • A Special Graduation Gift That Takes 13 Years to Make

    A Special Graduation Gift That Takes 13 Years to Make

    The end of the school year is approaching and while I enjoy going through end of the year papers and reflecting back on the growth that happened over the past 9 months, I also look forward to my annual end-of-school tradition.

    Step 1

    Head over to your local bookstore or Amazon and get a copy of Oh! The Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss. If you are unfamiliar with it, it’s a wonderful book about looking towards the future and beginning a new adventure. The best time to buy this book is before your child finishes kindergarten. The second best time is right now.

    Step 2

    As the school year winds down, drop the book at school for your child’s teacher along with a note asking them to write their insights about your child’s talents or personality and some well wishes.

    Step 3

    Store it in a safe place so that you can find it again next year.

    Step 4

    Wrap it up and give it to your child at their high school graduation. It’s amazing to look at the notes throughout the years and see the many consistencies about their personality and gifts.

     

    As kids become adults, it can be easy to lose touch with the foundation of who they are. Looking back at these comments can jolt them back to the child they once were.

    I have been doing this for my daughter since she was in preschool and it’s astounding how similar the comments are. When she turns 18 and is ready to head out and blaze her own path, I hope this serves as a constant reminder of all the places she can go if she remembers who she always was and who she is meant to be.

    “You have brains in your head you have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.” – Dr. Seuss

  • The Grownups List | Reading, Cleaning and Being

    The Grownups List | Reading, Cleaning and Being

    A Collection of Wonderful Things | 4.9.17

    Each week I post a list of things that I am currently enjoying. I hope that this list brings you joy too.

    Laundry Detergent

    I know this may seem silly, but as I am paring down the “stuff” in my life, I am learning to appreciate great smells so much more. I have tried many detergents over the years, but decided to make the switch to Persil after it was launched in the U.S. And I’ll never change again. The smell is amazing and it cleans really well. Throughout the day, my husband or I will randomly say, “this shirt smells SO good!” Hello Persil! Welcome to America!

    App

    I’m a voracious reader. I read 150 books last year and lowered my goal this year to 50 so that I could focus on decluttering and organizing. If you are a reader and use an e-reader, I can’t recommend the Overdrive app enough. With the exception of one or two books, every book that I read last year was via the Overdrive app (which connects to your local library) and was free. I grew so much and it is cost absolutely nothing. The Overdrive has, quite literally, changed my life.

    Birds

    I’m thankful to the birds who religiously wake me up each morning at 5:20. The sound of birds is wonderful because it means the days are longer and the weather is warmer. I have a special fondness for one robin, in particular. We moved into our home five years ago and she built a nest under our deck. We have never touched it and she comes back every year to make a home for her babies. About a week ago, we noticed her sitting on the railing of the deck keeping a lookout, as she always does. One day soon, we will have the special joy of watching a bunch of baby birds poking their beaks up to be fed. I love them.

    Quote

    “You have no responsibility to live up to what other people think you ought to accomplish. I have no responsibility to be like they expect me to be. It’s their mistake, not my failing.” – Richard Feynman

    App

    I use my phone too much. Much more than some people. Much less than others. I recently read a book that explained how we divide our time into three buckets per week, each consisting of 56 hours. One bucket is used for sleep. One bucket is used for work. That leaves us with 56 hours to spend however we like. The Moment app tracks how much you use your phone each day, the times you use it, and the apps you are using. It can also alert you every time you’ve reached another 15 minute chunk of time or when you have gone over your personal limit that you’ve set for the day. If used optimally, it can really provide some great information on where you are throwing away some of those 56 hours.


    Photo by felipepelaquim on Unsplash

  • The Grownups List | Giving to Others. Giving to Self.

    The Grownups List | Giving to Others. Giving to Self.

    A Collection of Wonderful Things

    First Saturdays

    We keep a donation box in our house at the top of the stairs. It’s an ingrained habit to put anything in the box that we no longer use, no longer love, or no longer need. Items are placed in the box almost daily, but the last leg of the journey has always been the most challenging. The box would overflow and would grow into an eyesore.

    So we instituted First Saturdays where we load up the car and drop everything off on the first Saturday of the month. When we get home, I enter all of the items into my tax software so it’s there for me come next April. Easy.

    First Saturdays have become a family tradition that has become a heartbeat in our home. We flip the calendar….we give to others. It’s what we do.

    Candle

    The less “things” I have in my life, the more I find myself enjoying great smells in my home. Two weeks ago, while picking up a birthday gift at Barnes and Noble, my husband was having a moment while smelling their incredible candles. One after another made him exclaim “Oh…This is GREAT!” We don’t like to buy things that we don’t need, so we left without purchasing one.

    For the next week, he couldn’t stop thinking about it and, coincidentally enough, our current candle had just burned out. The next time we drove past a Barnes & Noble, he had us wait in the car while he ran in to purchase a Paddywax Apothecary Tobacco & Patchouli candle.

    Our house smells fantastic and I can’t rave about this brand enough.

    App

    I’ve been using the Insight Timer app for quite some time and it’s become the final step in my daughter’s bedtime routine. After pj’s, brushing teeth and reading, the lights go off and the guided meditation goes on. There are hundreds of different meditations by different people and for different goals. And best of all…it’s free! Whether you are new to meditation or have a well-worn cushion, you will find some great meditations to add to your practice.

    Girl Scouts

    This weekend the local Girl Scouts participate in April Showers. During April Showers, Girl Scouts hang bags on doors for community members to fill with shampoo, tissue, lotion, toothpaste and other toiletry items that will be used by area shelters. My daughter loved this experience so much that she was visibly upset when we finished. Serving others is one of the best values she can learn as a Girls Scout.

    App

    You may remember the Complaint Free bracelet that was out a bunch of years ago. You would put it on one wrist and move it to the other each time you complained. The goal: 21 days with no complaining. Technology has improved the tracking a bit and there is now an app called Complaint Free.

    It’s pretty simple to use. You simple add the app, turn it on and if you complain, you tap a button that says “I complained.” The “no complaining” goal is still 21 days and my record is a whopping 3 days. The creators say that it generally takes a person six months to go 21 days without complaining. Circle back with me in September and see how I’m doing.


    Photo by Ksenia Makagonova on Unsplash

  • The Grownups List | Tulips, Toes and a Whole Lot of No’s

    The Grownups List | Tulips, Toes and a Whole Lot of No’s

    The Grownups List | A Collection of Wonderful Things

    Spring has finally arrived and I always feel an extra spring in my step when the days get longer and everything starts to bloom. Here is a collection of things that I’m enjoying this week:

    Tulips

    Tulips are one of the best (though quickest) parts of spring. If the weather is cool, you will get to enjoy them for a week or two. If it’s hot, you’ll only get a couple of days. Stop by your local farmers market or flower shop and grab yourself a beautiful bouquet of tulips. They will make your home so cheery!

    Foot Cream

    I don’t like to spend a lot of time or money on things that I can do myself. With flip-flop season right around the corner, I bought myself a package of O’Keeffe’s for Healthy Feet Foot Cream and I honestly can’t believe how soft it made my feet in just two days. I had never used it before, but it had great reviews on Amazon. It was a great discovery.

    Quote

    “Train yourself to let go of the things you fear to lose” – George Lucas

    I have been intentionally getting rid of a lot of things lately. And you know what? It doesn’t hurt. It’s freeing.

    Podcast

    If you are looking for a way to eliminate stress in your life, I can’t recommend The Minimalists podcast highly enough. I’ve listened to every episode and it’s changed my life. Getting rid of noise in your life will allow you to focus intensely on the things you love the most.

    Coffee Maker

    I don’t drink coffee, but my husband loves it. A few years ago, we purchased a Keurig, but we recently began to resent it. K-cup coffee is (dramatically) more expensive, of a lower quality, possibly contaminated with mold and just simply terrible for the environment. So this week, we ditched the Keurig and opted to kill the k cup. So far, my husband is loving his real coffee from his Ninja Coffee Bar. We will never go back to the K-Cup.

    Word

    My favorite word right now is “no.” I use it abundantly. It is the number one key to an enjoyable life. I say no to most things, but when I say yes….it’s a YES!!!


    Photo by Esther Gorlee on Unsplash

  • Minimizing Music

    Minimizing Music

    When I began my year of less, I knew that I wanted to start with one of the most emotional processes first…my music collection.

    On January 1st, I carried box after box after box up to my dining room, which has become “Less Central.” I had no idea where to even begin. I knew that I had a lot of music to get rid of, so I gave myself the entire month of January to get through it all.

    It wasn’t long enough.

    The project dragged on until February 15th, but there was no way that I was stopping until the project was complete. This was a once in a lifetime project and leaving it unfinished was not an option.

    It was emotional. Very emotional.

    In college, I did an internship at a radio station in Chicago which launched my career in the music business. My career in the music industry lasted for a big chunk of my life and it was amazing. Letting go of my cd’s felt like letting go of some of the best years of my life. Every cd that I picked up had a story behind it. Every single one. The entire six week process was an emotional rollercoaster for me. Some music reminded me of high school. Some reminded me of friends that have since passed away. Most reminded me of the remarkable life I once lived. It’s a life that is behind me now and one that I don’t want to go back to, but keeping these cd’s has provided me with a security blanket. These boxes are the umbilical cord to my past.

    It was time to cut the cord so that I could grow into the person I’m going to be next.

    Sort

    The first thing I did was open a box and sort everything into two piles:

    I love it

    I don’t love it

    The “I don’t love it” piles were immediately put into boxes for donation. Easy.

    The “I love it” piles were much, much, much larger and the process for these was going to take a while.

    Check Spotify

    First, I downloaded the CD Scanner for Spotify app. I then proceeded to scan every cd in the “I love it” pile to see which ones were available on Spotify. If they were available, I added them to a playlist called “My CD Collection” and put them in the donation boxes.

    Make Tough Decisions

    I now had a couple boxes left that were unavailable on Spotify. I sorted these into two piles again:

    I love it and I’m keeping it

    I love it, but I’m letting it go

    This was the hardest part. I loved this music, but I didn’t want to carry it around anymore. I don’t have a cd player in my house, so the only place I could listen to them is in my car. At this point, I kept only my absolute favorites…the rest went into the donate box.

    Why Donate? Why Not Sell?

    Once the process was complete, I had 1220 cd’s, all boxed up and ready to go.

    But where were they going?

    My first thought was to sell them. There are several options for selling, but I couldn’t get past the amount of work involved in that process. I had just spent six weeks sorting through them all, did I really want to carry this albatross for weeks (or months) longer?

    No. They needed to go now.

    I reached out to my local library who was happy to take all of them. They will keep some for library patrons and they will sell the rest, with profits going toward local literacy programs. For those who are counting, that is a win-win-win.

    I get rid of my cd’s. Win.

    The public gets access to music they love for free or at a low price. Win.

    My community gets access to literacy programs. Win.

    That helps ease my emotional pain a bit.

    Now What?

    Now that this process is behind me, I’m happy to share that it was the right decision. I had friends tell me that they “don’t support this decision” or that “I should keep them just in case.” I proceeded anyway.

    As I was nearing the end of my project, I came across the right words at the right time:

    “When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” – Lao Tzu

    It was time for me to let go so that I could move forward into the next chapter of my life. I want music to be the soundtrack to my life, not my life itself. I love music, not cd’s.

    Yes, the cd’s are gone, but music is a constant in my life and I’ll be listening to a lot of it as I begin my February project of eliminating paper.


    Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash

  • Decluttering Christmas

    Decluttering Christmas

    The holidays are behind us and the decluttering is well underway. Each year, when it’s time to take down the decorations, we go to the basement and bring up all of the bins, put the decorations back in them and store them away.

    But there is always one small issue: the bins aren’t empty when I put the decorations into them because I never use all of the decorations. It was time to let go of the decorations that we don’t love. And, honestly, if I loved them, they would have been on display this year.

    It was time to declutter Christmas.

    I opened up each bin and went through every item inside it one at a time:

    Old stockings that we used to use, but we don’t anymore because we got new ones a few years back: donated

    Ornaments that are broken: trashed

    Ornaments that we don’t love: donated

    Decorations and garlands that we don’t love: donated

    Old Christmas cards that bring back wonderful memories: trashed

    Does that sound painful? It wasn’t, actually. Because it’s just stuff. I sat down on the floor with my daughter with a garbage bag to my left and a donate box to my right. She participated with me and enjoyed eliminating stuff that doesn’t have value to us anymore.

    I’ve always been very sentimental and getting rid of things that have strong memories has always been the hardest part of decluttering for me, but I need to live my life in the present moment and old Christmas cards just aren’t that precious to me.

    The ornaments that my mother and daughter made for me were stored neatly away until next year along with our stockings. When we pull out our two full bins next year, every item will be special. We won’t have to sort through broken lights or random ornaments to get to the treasures.

    They are all treasures, because we decluttered Christmas.


    Photo by Benjamin Catapane on Unsplash

  • Vote in Every Election, It’s a Right Many Women Were Denied

    Vote in Every Election, It’s a Right Many Women Were Denied

    Once you turn 18, you will have the opportunity to vote in many elections and the ability to vote for President every four years.

    Vote in every election.

    Learn about the issues and exercise your right to let your opinion be heard.

    When the United States was founded, women didn’t have this fundamental right that we now take for granted. The bold women who came before us fought for 100 years for my voice and your voice to be heard.

    Please don’t ever, ever, ever take that right for granted.

    Read about the issues. Find the candidates that align with your values. Get up early on election day, grab a cup of coffee and prepare to wait in long lines. Then walk in and cast your vote.

    I can’t explain to you the feeling of empowerment that you feel after you cast your ballot. You feel like a part of something so much bigger than you. You feel like you matter. You feel like you did your part (no matter how small) to make our world a little better.

    And when you watch the numbers come in, you will say, “I’m part of that number!”

    Sometimes you will agree with our government and sometimes you won’t, but we are beyond blessed to live in a country where we are granted the right to vote. Don’t ever let that privilege be wasted.

     

  • Daughter’s Bill of Rights

    Daughter’s Bill of Rights

    I have the right to have a Dad who is committed to what he believes and strives to understand what that means for his role in the world.

    I have the right to have a Dad who is in the moment and not living in his head.

    I have the right to have a Dad who is healthy and believes in himself enough to strive for this every day.

    I have the right to a Dad who loves Mom with all his heart and invests in that love.

    I have the right to a Dad who chases his dreams no matter how many years are behind him.

    I have the right to walks and talks with Dad that have no specific destination.

    No matter how old I get, I have the right to cry on his shoulder or ask for a hugs – because I need one (or just want one).

    I have the right to a Dad who needs a shoulder to cry on.

    No matter what the clock says in his time-zone or mine, I have the right to call and ask how to fix a leaky faucet, an argument with a friend, or a broken heart.

    I have the right to love myself the way he loves me, unconditionally, every day, without waver.

    I have the right to call Dad ‘just because’ and expect calls from him for the same reason.

    I have the right to not let life’s events and challenges define me.

    I have the right to let life’s events and challenges make me a better person.

    When Dad is over-the-top proud of me, I have the right to look at myself through his eyes and not doubt the source. (This is the only time that Dad is always right.)

    When Dad tells stupid jokes it is within my rights to roll-my-eyes on the outside whether or not I am suppressing an inner chuckle.

    I have the right to fail and not try and fix it all myself.

    I have the right to fail and laugh at myself, to fail and try again. To fail the way Dad has… over and over again.

    I have the right to succeed – bigger than I thought possible and smaller than anyone else will notice. In both cases, I have the right to be proud of myself the way Dad is.

    I have the right to ask myself “What would Dad do?” and do it differently because he is not always right and this is my life.

    I have the right to be ‘judge and jury’ when Dad is treading on my rights.

    I have the right to be enough. To be me. And to invest in becoming 100% me.

    I have the right to amend this bill of rights because my life is still unfolding.

    And, most importantly I have the right to grant these same rights to Dad.

     

    [Kurt Nahikian is a defender of big ideas and an extraordinary father of a daughter who is taking the world by storm]

  • A Letter to My Daughter on Mother’s Day

    A Letter to My Daughter on Mother’s Day

    This Sunday, you will come into my bedroom and wake me up with a card and a gift and a bright and shiny “Happy Mother’s Day!!!”

    And my heart will explode. It does that every year…and almost every day.

    I still can’t believe that my name is actually “mom.”

    For years my eyes would burn and my heart would ache on the second Sunday in May. I would watch my friends enjoy their well-wishes while I would quietly crumble inside.

    But this Sunday, a little voice will jolt me awake. And she will call me mom.

    For that, I am thankful.

    Thank you for sleepless nights and joy filled days.

    For Friday night sleepovers and Saturday morning snuggles.

    For dancing in the driveway and singing in the car.

    For sharing your fears and listening to mine.

    For being strong and weak and afraid and determined.

    For being a good friend and a kind neighbor.

    For being my favorite artist and personal singer.

    For loving me when I screw up over and over and over again.

    For laundry baskets filled with tiny shirts.

    For a driveway covered in chalk.

    For burning feet as we chase the ice cream truck across the hot pavement.

    For presenting me with a dandelion as if it were the rarest of roses.

    Thank you for smiles
    and messes
    and late nights
    and early mornings
    and legos on the floor
    and stuffed animals in my bed
    and crumbs in the car
    and sticky fingers
    and loud music
    and untied shoes
    and knots in your hair
    and messy countertops
    and out of control birthday parties
    and spilled milk
    and rocks in your pockets
    and piles of drawings
    and muddy shoes
    and conversations in the bathroom
    and water balloon fights
    and stacks of books everywhere
    and french fries in the back seat
    and visits with every dog on every block
    and runny noses
    and being late
    and afternoons at the library
    and pillow fights past bedtime
    and love
    and laughter
    and for calling me mom.

    I’m your mom. And today you celebrate me.

    But today, I celebrate you and the name that I now bear only because you exist.

    I’m your mom.

    Thank you for choosing me.