Shaving the Hair on my Head

March of last year I had a friend from high school and a talented hair stylist shave the side of my hair off. If you know me personally you would know that I had never really done anything crazy with my hair before thing. It's not that I never wanted to. In high school I would have killed to dye my hair lime green or so black its blue but my parents wouldn't even hear of it. So I started creating an alter ego of myself. She had all the cool hair styles I wanted, tattooed sleeves, piercings, she was even thinner and much taller than myself. She existed only in my mind and there she lived for a long time. It was a version of me that was cooler, fearless and lived without consequences.

However march of last year I had sort of reached my mental limit, life wasn't even close to okay and I was tried of following the social norms, still seeking the approval of my parents, and doing what was expected of me. I decided to change my hair because it was the easiest, most drastic, and less life altering thing I could do. Sure I could have gotten a tattoo on my chest that said "Fuck Off" but I thought maybe one day I would regret it. Instead I decided to shave the hair that everyone loved so much. My friend and hair stylist was very skeptical of cutting it for me because she knew I had never done anything like this before, but she did. What I'm not sure she knows is that not only did she cut my hair but she also helped free me from the box my parents had put me in so long ago and that I had allowed myself to stay in.

Now when people see me they sometimes have to do a double take. I am shocked by all the compliments people give me regarding my hair. Even though the compliments are really nice that is not why I did it. I did it because I was 22 years old and I didn't even closely resemble the girl I had created in my mind. Worst of all no one else was stopping me but myself. That was the scariest thing of all. I was getting into fitness and I thought "why not start a complete transformation?" Why not start making myself happy? So now I am. The older I get the less I think Britney Spears was crazy for shaving her head. She was unhappy and wanted people to take her seriously so she did the easiest thing she could do, she took away the image people had of her. She shaved off her long beautiful blond hair so that there was nothing left for her to hide behind or for people to be distracted by. When you saw Britney you couldn't help but see the truth. I wanted that. I wanted people to look at me and finally see me. Of course my parents really hate my hair and that hurt a lot in the begin. Not everyone will except the person you are. However it makes your appreciate the people who do so much more. Like my son and husband who both look at me like I am the most beautiful woman in the world. 

I am proud of my hair, because slowly I am becoming proud of myself. I am glad that I am allowing people to see the real me, with all my flaws. That I am testing relationships and growing stronger bonds. My hair style has caused some interesting conversations and I know that years from now I might laugh at myself and think of how silly it was but I also know that I will own it because it wasn't just a fashion statement it was the first step in discovering what I really wanted. That first step is never an easy one. Whats yours?

-Ang

Chocolate Chip Cookies & Ketchup, yum!

Breakfast, the most important meal of the day right? Well this is what my child's plate looks like this morning: one scrambled egg, one frozen waffle with generic strawberry persevere, some ketchup and a homemade chocolate chip cookie. Now the cookie is there because he went "poop on the potty" and its better than giving him candy first thing in the morning. I like to give him waffles with either strawberry perseveres or yogurt because in my head its better than syrup somehow. So as I watch my child dip his cookie into the ketchup not only am I disgusted but I can't help but laugh at the irony. I remember all the intentions I had for parenting my first born son.

I remember being pregnant and reading all the books and blogs there were about raising happy healthy organic babies. Naturally when my son was born I was avid about breastfeeding and made sure not to introduce bottles before the 3 month mark so as to not invoke nipple confusion. However breastfeeding didn't come easy to my son and I; with all the constant calling and visits to my lactation consultant. It took lots of tears, some blood and many many tubes of nipple cream later we finally made it through alive with the support of my husband and all of our family. Once Dax my son, was 6 months old we started introducing solids with the baby led weaning approach. He loved everything I gave him and took to all the fruits and vegetables so well. I was swollen with pride at how amazingly well my son ate. However somewhere along the 9 month mark my life got crazier and the exhaustion that comes along with being a new mom had finally set in. I couldn't hand make every single thing that went into his mouth anymore, or maybe I just didn't want to.

Either way I started using the help of the groceries stores more and more. At first I made sure to pick up organic waffles, animal crackers, cereal and other bits and bobs. However as my child grows older he becomes more a part of the grocery shopping process, grabbing at things and saying "yummy" in the adorable way that he does. I don't have it in my heart to say no to such simple pleasures as the occasional sugary cereal and fruit snack. I know they aren't the best for him but we all love to indulge in treats here in there.

Dax at 10 months eating something.

Even though I still make about 75 percent of the all the meals, sauces, snacks, stocks, and desserts we eat  on a regular basis I can't help but laugh at myself. If I have learned anything from the last two years of parenting it is not to take myself so seriously! As long as I try my best my child will be fine. Honestly he will probably be better than fine! I am not a better mom for all the suffering I had to endure with nursing. Honestly it did nothing to help my postpartum depression and build a connection with my son. I wish I could go back and tell young me "Just relax, don't turn into a crazy person none of this will matter in the end." I wish I had just enjoyed my son more. Because it is more likely he will remember the mornings he spent with Dad eating marshmallow cereal and watching cartoons more than how organic the banana was that went along with his cereal. In all honestly even if he did eat a perfect diet every day until he was 18, he will one day leave home and ruin all the hard work I have done. So as I watch my son dip cookies into ketchup or tortilla chips into yogurt I have to remind myself to stare into his big beautiful dark eyes and appreciate this perfect moment because it also won't last forever.

-Angela, Mama

Happy New Year! 2015

Hello to the first few hours of 2015. I am not a believer of god. However when it feels like a black cloud continues to follow you regardless of your best efforts to change I always think of the words my mother would say to me when I was younger. "This happens because you have allowed the devil to take part in your life and now you have to fight hard to rid yourself of him." Even though I don't even remotely believe in the biblical devil I do believe in bad energy. And I sort of feel like all the bad energy of this last year is still lingering.

For the most part we all love a new year. We welcome it in with kisses, cheers, friends, family, good food and drinks. We write letters biding adieu to the past year. We set goals and have aspirations for the new year. I think we all love it so much because it's a more tangible way to view time which is always fleeting. I have always viewed life and years as books. You start the new year with a beautifully bound crisp note book. When you open the spine cracks. And on the first page you take the time and write beautifully, neatly. And as time goes by we get sloppy, we make mistakes and have to ripe pages out, cross out paragraphs. Regardless of the year you had it just always feels good to metaphorically set the old book on the shelf and start a new one. To start all over, set new goals, intentions, aspirations.

However I have to remind myself today that in reality it is really just a Thursday like any other Thursday. All the struggles in the last year are still here and present. All those wounds are still new and need time to heal. Unfortunately all my previous mistakes didn't go away with the passing of the old year. I need to remind myself not to be discouraged that not all is perfect and well. However I also need to remind myself that with hard work, persistence and lots and lots of love all will heal and it will have all been worth it. Last year was trying but it taught me lots. More than anything it taught me that family is truly the most important thing about life. You hold on to family, you fight for family and you never give up. I have nothing but high hopes for the future and to fill this blog and my life with happy memories of all the good that is to come. Because that is the prize. At the end of my life I want nothing more than to sit next to my husband all wrinkled and cute looking at the family our love built and having known that our work went naught in vain.

Don't be discouraged if these first few hours of the new year haven't gone the way you want. You have your whole life to fix it. Start over. Take it minutes at a time; sometimes anything else just feels like too large of a task to manage and that is okay. This too shall pass.

-Bye