Wisdomist Wednesday : Mom

0dbe1cd69ddaf3bc54445458a86005a8 Today’s post I dedicate to my mom. Ma-ma … mom-ski … mama-dukes … buddy … buddy-pie … deeds. She truly is bomb-digity. And without getting sappy ( because it’s so easy for me to go there, and let’s face it, I’ll save it for her card) there are a couple (read: a zillion-billion) of things my mom taught me that I take with me every single day.

  •  No one will take care of you, the way you take care of yourself. WORD – so true. I get it, I have lots of lovely friends, darling family members and a smoking hot smart husband but let it be known, that even with all of that love and support … dude, I gotta do me, for me – no one could actually be able to see how much ( or how little) something means to me the way that I do.

For instance, why do I work out 3 days a week, then proceed to complain/waddle through life from being sore … because it matters to me. Why do I treat myself to something special ( not always something I buy, it could be something I do) every Friday … because I’m proud of the fact that I made it through an other week. Why can’t I sit still in my professional life for more than a year … obviously because in my mind, I haven’t taken over the world … yet.

  •  Laugh way too much. It’s better to get wrinkles from laughing than wrinkles from crying. She’s on to something there … no one looks cute crying – it takes so much out of someone to actually cry and release such intense emotion. Laugh it off … as much as you can – and for anything that can’t be laughed away – punch someone and then laugh ( I added that part, my mom would never be cool with violence .. also, please don’t actually punch people it’s mean … and it hurts)
  • Walk, talk and act with confidence . In my home, we had to go to university – especially being the first child, this wasn’t up for discussion or negotiation. I could have gone to university for scooping ice cream, I needed / had to walk away with a degree. After pursuing and earning my degree , I actually learnt that my parents didn’t really care about me being book smart or that peice of paper I got at the end – they wanted me to build confidence and trust in myself, it was more for growth and experience.
  •  Be humble. Funny story, when I was younger – I was a bit of a ( read: total) know it all. One day, my mom was telling me something and I responded “ oh mom, I know” … she wasn’t impressed. In fact, she turned around and responded “ really, what exactly is it that you know”. I was dumbfounded .. one thing I know for sure, is not to speak any sort of sass to mom-ski. Her moral was though, to be humble – you don’t in fact know everything – what you do have, make sure you’ve earned it, and be thankful that you’re so blessed.
  • Love yourself and others deeper than you can imagine. This one has from time to time gotten me in deeeeeep trouble. It’s been very easy for me to love other people. Love them without restriction, or without holding them accountable to reciprocate my kindness. It’s kicked me in my butt over and over. Would I do any of it differently – nope. Have I learned though, to be careful with my love – and only really give it to those who matter – yah-huh. Loving and accepting myself has taken me some time, but I’m getting there … sometimes your teenage/early 20’s can do a number on your self-esteem – but it’s about growth and duuuuuude we growin’
  • Eat carbs. This may sound silly, but my mom is a firm believer in the idea that a good piece of bread, or a doughnut, or a slice of cake can both be medicinal and celebratory. “ mom, I’ve got a head ache” – “ Go eat a cookie, your sugar is low” …. “Mom, I got a new job” – “ On your way home, pick up dessert …” gotta love her. 

98bdad21ffd26a9c887f088a3d3e79a7 The truth is, I’d be nothing without her. We still speak every day, I strive to be all that she is in a woman, wife and mother. Happy every day mother’s day my favourite girl in the world; your laugh – ridiculous jokes and hunger for life ( both literally and figuratively)  will never get old – I love you for ever.

Wisdomist Wednesday : Hugs


I’m a firm believer that so much can be expressed through simple gestures – a smile, waving to someone, saying good morning, a quick text message — seriously, as silly as it may sound, I know for a fact that it can turn someone’s day around.

That’s exactly how I feel about hugs. I know I’ve ranted on-and-on about how I’m stressed out lately with work and life in general. I’ve tried writing and giving myself pep-talks – there’s just something about a hug.


It’s not a solution to all problems, but it’s such an amazing band-aid.

I’m lucky that I surround myself with people that I actually want to hug – people that I believe deserve my hugs ( I don’t do anything special, my hugs are just warm .. .they mean something) When I’m giving you a hug , whether in person or a *hug* over text message, what I’m actually saying is

I love you

be proud of yourself – I’m proud of you

you’re winning life – even if you can’t see it right now

I’m here for you, all of you – the sweet – sassy and insane

And when people hug me, it stands for me letting my guard down – it’s me welcoming you into my space to either celebrate or commiserate. It’s me wanting comfort, understanding, acceptance, it’s a chance for me to release my emotions … it’s both a silent scream of excitement and me bawling for a release.

My ladies, my  mom, my dad and my amazing husband – whether in person, or electronically … I never want to stop hugging you.

Wisdomist Wednesday : Change

I’ve never really kept it a secret how close I am to my family.

We’re ridiculously, almost obnoxiously close .. but I love it.

My mom, dad, brother and I have more than anything else grown up together. My parents are fairly young, considering how old my brother and I are and I think that’s caused us to have a huge reliance on one-another.

They are very much my toughest critic as well as my biggest fan.

Before getting married, I was so scared all of this would change. I knew I was marrying the man of my dreams, and he is so much more than I could ever ask for.

But lately, even as I have everything – and life is pretty damn good.

I’ve missed home. A lot.

I talk to my parents, and brother daily – we see each other often …

I think the difference is, at home now … it’s so quiet. With Mr. LTSL and I having full time jobs, and us both living for evenings and weekends to just relax… I think the quietness and slow-paced nature away from work, is just something I have to get used to.

I’ve found myself having time to do other things, a whole lot more baking ( which I stinking LOVE), catch up on t.v shows … I’ve started watching Orange is the new black – I love it, but also kind of get squirmish … I’m a baby – mehh.  But besides that … that’s all I do. The mister looks forward to kicking back, sleeping in late, playing video games … and maybe going out … maybe.

I want to stinking be out all the time. While I lived with my parents, we were always doing stuff … and not even crazy stuff .. just the usual; groceries, going on picnics, visiting family; nothing fancy, nothing crazy … we were always just busy.

How strange would it be if I went out alone … I actually feel a little guilty doing that, mister man, would just rather relax at home, he IS very much a homebody. And I appreciate that, there are days where I just want to sit around in my PJs and watch meaningless TV – but then there are days, that I just want to go out, for a walk … living in the gorgeous city that I live in means there’s ALWAYS something going on.

It’s strange, I miss the chaos – I miss having something to always do – I miss running downstairs to the kitchen always being busy, or my parents sitting there sipping on their morning coffee.


This is real life, isn’t it. I should appreciate this all, shouldn’t I. Maybe this is a lesson – a lesson to appreciate my family more and the time Mr. LTSL and I have together. Maybe I should stop complaining and ride this roller-coaster of change.