Archive for March, 2011

Mommy, am I Beautiful?

Every morning when I get my daughter Soleil dressed for school, she looks in the mirror and asks me “I’m beautiful, right mommy?”

The first time she asked me this, I was taken aback.

The truth is, I am taken aback each time she asks me this (which now happens to be daily)

I wonder why she asks me these questions, as I  never talk about outer beauty.

I actually make it a point not to.

I remember as a child, my mother always looking in the mirror as she got dressed and saying “I look so fat today”

This definitely made an impact on my self-awareness and self esteem.

I always thought I was fat.

I always felt unattractive.

I still do.

I always said it.

Suddenly, when I was blessed to become the mother of two beautiful little girls, I had a chance to make it right.

I had a chance to help mold their self-esteem… and my own.

I never ever use the F word in front of them (F being fat that is)

I almost never talk about outer beauty.

I want them to know that their self-worth is not determined by what they look like, but by who they are.

unfortunately, I alone am not the only one who has an impact on them.

Take for example many of the Disney princess movies out there (except for Beauty and the Beast…)..

The evil queen hated snow white because she was the fairest of them all 

Not because she was the smartest of them all

Soleil always wants to dress up in pretty dresses and accessories.

She always says she wants to be like mommy.

When I get dressed for work, and look particularly nice, she walks over to me , tells me I look pretty and gives me a kiss on the leg.

And when she does this, a part of me worries.

I worry because I don’t want her to judge her self-worth based on her outer beauty.

To me, she is a beautiful little girl.

She is beautiful on the outside, but the inside is what makes her so amazing.

This little girl wakes up EVERY.SINGLE.MORNING with a smile on her face.

Like her name, she truly is my sunshine in the morning.

She hardly ever complains, and is so thoughtful.

 

Other children love to be around her because she is so caring and loves to share.

 

so when she asks me “Mommy, am I beautiful?” I look at her and respond, that she is beautiful because she is a beautiful person on the inside.

She then looks at me with her innocent eyes, the eyes that have yet to be touched or effected by society and says “Everyone is beautiful”

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how do you instill  positive self-esteem in your children?

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No Words

I need to write about this.

My soul is aching.

It’s aching and bleeding for a family that I have never met before.

I  have been living in Israel for 10 months now.

The first thing my American friends always ask me is about the terrorism.

Do I feel it?

Is it apparent?

Does it affect your day-to-day life?

The truth is, it doesn’t.

The only thing that’s often inconvenient is that you have to walk through metal detectors and have your bags checked when you go anywhere public: trains, malls, etc.

Besides for that… it doesn’t feel any different.

But sometimes, sometimes…

Sometimes you are reminded that it IS different.

That people hate you for being Jewish.

That people want to eradicate you.

This past Friday night, while I was dozing off on my couch, with my girls tucked into their beds, a family living 2 hours away from me was BUTCHERED.

The Fogel Family…

Udi & Ruth Fogel, 35.

Their 3 children:

 Yoav, 11

Elad, 3

Hadas, 3 months old.

A terrorist broke in through their window.

And killed the father Udi, while Hadas his 3 month old daughter was laying in his arms.

Ruth put up a struggle.

But she too was killed.

The terrorist then moved on to the bedroom where the 3-year-old, and 11-year-old was sleeping.

Stabbed them to death.

The only ray of light in this was that the terrorist didn’t notice the 2-year-old sleeping on the couch, or the  9-year-old asleep in an extra bedroom.

Ruth’s eldest daughter 12, came home to a locked house.

She knocked, but no one answered.

She called out to her brother, one of the few survivors, who came to open the door for her.

At that moment, she was no longer a child.

She is now forever broken.

She is now a surrogate mother to her two younger brothers.

A neighbor came and whisked them away.

But what was seen, can never be unseen.

***

The American media isn’t really talking about this.

I know that this news story coincided with the Japan tsunami and earthquake.

A nuclear explosion.

Thousands killed, so what’s 5 more?

But the difference is.. they were MURDERED.

BUTCHERED TO DEATH.

But that is NO EXCUSE to not report about this.

I had the unfortunate experience of clicking on a news link about the story and seeing pictures of their murdered bodies.

Usually, by Jewish law, you cannot publicize pictures of dead bodies.

But this time, they are making an exception.

They want the world to see what animals the terrorists are.

What I saw, can never be erased from my mind.

I have 3 year olds.

I can’t even begin to imagine.

Nor do I want to.

This family lived on the border, in a Jewish settlement not far from the Palestinians.

Many of the Palestinians want these settlements out.

They HATE the Jews residing there.

Usually, these Jewish families are religious.

They don’t harm anyone.

***

I can’t claim that I am expert on Israeli/ Palestinian relations.

I know that Palestinians often launch  missiles into Jewish territories, the Israeli army then retaliats with their own missiles, and people are killed.

The Palestinians then release pictures of dead bodies (women, children) to show what the “Israeli’s” did… the Israeli’s don’t show their casualties because it’s against Jewish law.

THIS ENTIRE SITUATION IS FUCKED UP.

A friend of mine at work, told me that when he was in the army a few years ago, he would patrol the border.

Often, the Palestinian terrorists would send out LITTLE CHILDREN with guns to shoot at the Israeli soldiers.

My friend didn’t know what to do.

I mean, what the fuck do you do?

Do you kill the child?

Will you allow yourself to be killed?

what kind of decision is that!!!?

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I know there were protests about building a mosque near ground zero.

Personally, I have no problem with that.

Why would I?

If I were against that, it would be like I was saying that all Arabs and Muslims are bad horrible people.

But I know better.

I have some good friends who happen to be muslim.

Not all Arabs are Terrorists.

Terrorists don’t even deserve to be called animals.

They don’t care for their own lives, so why should they care about a 3 month old?

Who slashes a 3 month old in the throat??

What the hell is this world coming to?

I am so so saddened.

Palestinians gave out candy on the streets this past weekend to celebrate the murder.

They CELEBRATED.

I know that life goes on and people forget.

But those three surviving children will NEVER forget.

Their mommy and daddy wont be there for birthdays or holidays. They will never dance at their weddings. They will never get a hug from mommy or daddy ever again.

Please take a moment to watch and remember.. we cant turn a blind eye.

We just cant.

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Pulp!

My left eye has been twitching on and off for 3 weeks now.

What the hell dude?

I look like George Costanza when “PULP”! was flung in his eye from across the table.

I keep winking.

But not a sexy kind of wink.

And not to sexy people.

I winked at my office’s Russian cleaning lady who speaks not one word of hebrew or english.

This might get me in trouble soon enough.

***

People, I need book advice!

I want discipline books.

Actually, I NEED them.

For the girls.

I mean, how do I get 3 year olds to listen to me?

Sometimes I forget that they are 3.

And I find myself arguing over Dora Memory Cards with them- because dude, they TOTALLY cheat and I don’t think that’s cool.

And then, I remember that wait.. they were only born in 2007.

But then again, I totally paid a guy in college $20 to sit next to him and cheat on my chemistry final. This was a class that I NEVER showed up to. I took the mid-term, and final and ended up getting a B- in the class. It was an anomaly. Best $20 I ever spent (Esp considering it was the last class I needed to graduate).

I guess cheating does wonders sometimes.

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 So I just downloaded a book that turned out to be a POSITIVE discipline book. As in, NO PUNISHMENT. What the hell?

I’ve been trying out a few techniques and they are working so far.

It teaches you to not put them in time outs, but to create a question and answer dialog with them.

This was my conversation last night with S:

Me: “S, You need to take a shower.”

S: “No.” (ignoring me and playing with her stickers)

Me: (now this is the point where I would be frustrated)

“So, what do you think will happen if you don’t take a shower?”

S: “Nothing”

(touche)

Me: No, you’ll be smelly and there will be bugs in your hair.

S: “I don’t feel like it”

I mean seriously, how do you argue with “I don’t feel like it” because you know, sometimes you just don’t feel like doing something. I get it.

I just kept repeating the question and answer portion until she eventually hopped into the shower (that, and I promised her that she could return to play with her stickers when she was finished).

I mean, I’ll give this whole positive discipline a try. But it will be hard I’m not going to lie.

so, share your mommy advice with me ladies- bring forth your wisdom on to me.

Because at this rate, my three-year olds attitudes will only get worse when they become teens:

You just don't get it Mom!

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Young Love

Last week my sister in law got married.

She’s 23.

She’s happy.

She’s my husband’s baby sister and it made him weepy.

But no real tears because men dont cry, you know.

The girls were flower girls.

I thought I would have a meltdown putting the dress on N, but thankfully I didnt she didnt.

I got married at 23. I was a baby. You dont think you’re young when you’re 23.

Often I would look back (early on in the marriage) and regret getting married so young. I mean, what do you really know at 23? Who are you at 23? I dont resemble who I was at that age. Not one bit. There was so much living to do before settling down- why did I rush?

But today, I dont really feel like that anymore.

I am so so glad that I am a young mother.

I am glad that I married the right man, even though the timing may have been too early.

I cant imagine my life any other way:

Do you think you got married at a good age? If so why, or why not? (shout out to all my single ladies! )

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