Recently I’ve seen several articles suggesting we shouldn’t be talking to our kids, specifically our daughters about their bodies. The headline of one in particular is something like “How to talk to your daughter about her body. Step one: Don’t talk to her about her body”. And I understand that we don’t want to encourage body negativity or unhealthy fixation, but I don’t agree with avoiding the topic as the best way to do this. In fact, I’m quite the…
Six Things I Tell My Kids about Sex and Pregnancy | Tales from an Unfiltered Parent
I grew up in a conservative home and religion and as such, sex before marriage was a big no no and seen as shameful. It also wasn’t something discussed other than to say “don’t do it” which I suppose works for some people, it’s just really not my jam. I actually don’t know how to say that without a real life reason (ie. not a religious reason) or how to not talk openly about things. My kids are 14 and…
I am so incredibly excited to tell you about my new Facebook group {click either image below} and hopefully welcome you as we create an incredible and empowering group together. It isn’t a one size fits all and in fact, I want and welcome women from different walks of life. This group is a safe space to share and support and grow. What I’ve learned and continue to see is that we as women HAVE SO MUCH TO OFFER. Yes,…
For a while now, there’s been a lot of talk around here about changes in the sex education curriculum. And while I’m in favour of them, I can understand some of the initial hesitation and fears people are having….except for one topic in particular: Consent. I cannot for the life of me understand why anyone would oppose it. I’ve heard of people shocked and upset at the idea of teaching kindergarten aged kids about consent. And I’m over here shocked…
You Weren’t Invited Because You’re a Boy | Tales from an Unfiltered Parent
I didn’t know how to react. I know that some parents do same gender birthday parties though I’ve honestly never understood it UNLESS all your child’s friends happen to be all the same gender. But that was not the case here and Jonah and this girl were in a group that had been friends since birth. They were never not at each other’s parties and most of their childhood memories until that point involved each other. So when this birthday…
About Me: I’m not looking for a husband. I don’t want a boyfriend. And I’m not interested in hookups. Also: I don’t like to go out. {delete} I don’t like to go out and I’m broke. {delete} I don’t like to go out, I’m broke, and I won’t let you pay for my dinner. {delete} Must like hibernating , food, and Netflix. {delete} See first photo…. But I won’t let you come to my house so maybe we should just…
I’m not even technically divorced though have been separated for just over 2 years now. I know that online dating is the thing to do and although I totally support it and think it can be a great way to meet people, you won’t find me on any sites. Nope, not even one. Here’s why: I’m not looking for a boyfriend and I’m not looking for a husband. And I’m not looking for hookups either (sorry Tinder). I don’t plan…
It’s okay, at one point I would have gasped too. We aren’t ever supposed to choose ourselves over our children – once we become parents, THEY become the priority. I get it, I really do, and my children are absolutely my highest priority. Always have been, always will be. But I have learned that sometimes I get to matter too, in some cases, even more. Here are some ways I’ve chosen myself over them: Becoming an animal-free home Although becoming…
Several years ago, while at a cousin’s wedding (I don’t remember which one ~ there are a lot of those in my family haha), I got caught in a bit of an emotional moment as I watched her sisters performing something together in her honour. It was funny and sweet, and you just knew there were heaps of memories made in preparation of this performance. And it got me. I wondered what that kind of sibling relationship is like and…
I’ve grown up always knowing I was adopted. It was never news, I just always knew. And I was lucky enough to be in an extended family (both sides) that always knew and never saw it as an issue either. In fact, more often than not, it was something forgotten. It wasn’t secret, it wasn’t taboo, and we were just family. With my adoptive parents (I never call them that, for the record), my mom is Irish and my dad…