Infant veggies

Yesterday I gave away the bulk of the vegetable purees I'd amassed for Belle to another Freecycle mom.  The same mom who'd given me a chair her preschooler had outgrown a couple months ago needed solids for her infant.  I bagged the food up according to expiry date and gave it away to someone I knew would appreciate it.  A series of guilt inducing emails followed about as soon as the food left my kitchen.

A woman offered to donate the food to a shelter.  Another woman offered to give the food to a single mom she is friends with (I have already given that mom several jars of meat purees in the past.).  A third woman, a very young grandma raising an infant grandchild along with her own school age children, offered to send her husband over to claim the food past ten pm.  It seemed everyone read I had baby food on offer, but dismissed the follow up email that listed the food taken.

I wish I had more baby food to give people I know would use it.  I only gave the food to the one mom because I knew she had a family.  I didn't want a crafts person wasting baby food to save the jars.  If I'd wanted it to go to charity, I would have walked it over to our food bank, not handed it to someone else claiming to be collecting for a shelter.  My heart goes out to the grandma though. I suggested she sign the family up for the food bank.

Happy Pants

Belle is wearing her first pair of [disposable] training pants.

Potty Break.

Belle peed the potty tonight.  We'd been stepping in puddles all week since upgrading potties and going diaper free at home.  Belle had grown to recognise the urgency of needing to go without knowing how to communicate it.  Right when we'd both become frustrated (and screaming) with not knowing how to navigate Belle's bladder habits, Belle peed the potty.  She brought me the cup from a potty and waited until I positioned it accordingly to pee standing up.  Then she applauded herself for fifteen minutes.  Yay!

Me

I am being challenged to create and enjoy a thriving hypnotherapy and coaching practice and writing career.  This is what I have always wanted, and what I have always been steered against.  Never mind the success others have enjoyed.  Writing is poverty and hypnosis is hocus pocus.  The intuitive arts are often perceived as fraudulent.  Couple this with the backlash I abnormally experience as an independent and intellectual woman, and I am at odds.

I used an oracle to better ask myself if hypnotherapy, life coaching and writing are the best for my future happiness.  I deciphered a very surprising negative response.  Truthfully, I discovered a love of reading and writing as a very young girl once I accepted my life with my grandmother would be sedentary.  I would often read and write about the life I couldn't experience with her holding me back.  I successfully earned a creative writing degree, only to see my grandmother's failing health (and death) and other responsibilities overshadow it.

Years later, as a beneficiary, I found myself in a relationship with someone who didn't respect me for not punching a clock.  I quickly immersed myself in a rigorous life coaching training program, followed by a hypnotherapy certification program.  I excelled in these programs with the intention of turning what I had learned into a rewarding career.  Then the person I had grown the closest to, who hadn't been very supportive of my goals, died tragically.  Still grieving, I made a major move a year later.

If hypnosis, life coaching and writing aren't it, what is?  What am I most passionate about?  An astrologer noted an upcoming transit where Jupiter will meet my natal Saturn.  She asked me to remember myself fourteen years ago and reconnect with those interests.  Fourteen years ago I had head shots and Zed cards, iron straight hair and wore a size four dress.  I also enjoyed foreign and domestic travel, fine food and wine and boutique shopping.  I lived a relatively care free life.  Nobody harassed me about being a young woman alone in a house.  Nobody harassed me about dressing or eating well.  What changed?

Weekly Pull

Healing With The Fairies, What is the tone of this coming week?

Vacation, Miracle Healing, Rise Above Problems

Clinging vine

Belle had finally reached her toddler zen, dozing in the warm sunlight, when I accepted a late afternoon lunch guest.  Suddenly, Belle needed a diaper and we both needed to dress.  Belle coped with the sudden change by being extra clingy.  Lunch guest brought her own food to share, which took forever to warm up.  I later discovered Belle had inadvertently changed the temperature settings on the microwave from one hundred percent to nil.  Extra cooking time, and a clingy toddler, made for an interesting afternoon.

I had to change back into the tee shirt I'd been wearing all day after Belle's diaper leaked urine onto my dress.  The three of us went scrambling for dry clothes upstairs, where wrestling Belle into a fresh diaper proved a team effort.  Lunch ended with everyone in my bed, which tends to happen these days whenever I dare entertain with a fussy toddler.  Belle mellowed out in time for the conversations to end and our guest to leave.  She still hasn't let me go, however.  I would need a Cesarean if we were any closer.

Potty

Belle already had one very basic potty when we acquired two more elaborate potty trainers.  These are "three in one," ie, potty breaks down to a training seat and a step stool.  Now I keep one downstairs and two upstairs.  Belle hasn't grasped the concept yet.  She instinctively sits on a potty, applauds herself and gets up again without doing anything.  Her instincts urge her to use the cup for other purposes.