Having a positive support system

Well today I was having a very rough day. Things were just not going the way that I planned them. Everything I wanted to get done, did not, and things I didn’t think I had to deal with, came up. When I got home from class today, I walked over to the mailbox before walking to get my son from the babysitters. I expected the usual, bills, flyers, junk. But as I skimmed through I noticed a small envelope addressed to me. I didn’t even think to look at the address on the back as I opened it because I was just too curious. It was a beautiful very spring-like card; bright yellow flower, with a beautiful blue in the background as the sky. Continue reading

How I will speak to my children about smoking.

When I was younger, most people around me smoked. My parents smoked, in the car, in the house as well. Neither of them spoke to me about smoking, about it being bad, or the affects it could have on me, or the people around me. My mom smoked while she was pregnant with me, smoking just seemed… normal. My mother started buying me cigarettes when I was under age, she figured it would be easier for her to buy them, than for me to keep stealing the, or finding other ways to purchase them. When my husband was a child, his father did not smoke but his mother did. He was even younger than I was when he started smoking. It was also influenced by friends he had that were older than him. He used to steal cigarettes from his moms packs, but when he got caught, instead of explaining to him that he shouldn’t smoke, she was just concerned about him stealing. I do believe that part of the way our parents handled things was partially due to the fact that there wasn’t quite as much information available to them as there is to us now. It also was not expressed how severe the affects could be. Continue reading