Friday, November 7, 2014

Friday Favorites: November 7

Next week, I'll be the emcee of the Airport Consultants Council annual conference, as the chair of the committee. It's a great honor for me to represent this organization, and it gives me a chance to stay involved on a part-time basis in an industry I love. So I won't be online as much next week; in the meantime, please enjoy these essays and bits from around the internet!

[Please note that I embedded the links within the descriptions]

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Are you a writer? Arnebya's words at BlogHer on finding your authentic voice are honest, straightforward, and fantastic in a way that only Arnebya can be.

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Need a humor break? This out-of-the-mouths-of-babes story at Great Moments in Parenting is straight out of the old Reader's Digest days.

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"Not helicopter. Not no-rescue. But interdependence. Maybe we can just call it parenting. Or, you know, being human." This post from NYT Motherlode blew me away with its honesty. I agree with so much of what Catherine says here.

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I found myself nodding and smiling through Nicole's essay on focusing on the positive at her blog. "It’s probably what all of us need.  Some rain drops in our lives instead of criticism and negativity.  Sometimes cheering is enough."

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I featured Lindsey Mead's post on 11 a couple of weeks ago, and 12 and 13 from Allison Slater Tate and Bethany Meyer are up next. Don't miss any of them:

ALLISON:
"Luckily, when I need a hug, he gives me one willingly. His arms now wrap all the way around me, his cheek next to mine, his feet on the ground. I hope those crazy legs of his hold him steady and strong when he walks away from me someday. I know now that it is my job to make sure they do."
http://allisonslatertate.com/this-is-adolescence-12/

BETHANY:
"I find that I like him.

He is clever. Well spoken. Smart. He engages comfortably with adults. He enjoys people and wants to put them at ease. He is an old soul. He reminds me of the things I love most about my Dad.

Yes, I miss when his hand was little, and it fit so perfectly in mine. I miss the way he climbed onto my lap. I miss hugs initiated by his little arms. I miss singing him a lullaby every night.

But 13 is good stuff."

For more sweetness on adolescence, take a look at Shannon Duffy's post too.

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I have clearly been under a rock to have missed this creative Tumblr site so far. It's Khoi's world.

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Austin friends:

Do you and your kids read the Frog and Toad book series, by Arnold Lobel?

Last Saturday, the Zach theater gave me tickets to see the children's show A Year with Frog and Toad, a stage show/ musical based on the series. I brought my son, a friend of mine, and her son; the boys were rapt the entire time. The two30-minute segments were the perfect length for kids, and the music and animated stage presence of the cast was enjoyable for the parents and the kids too.

After the show, my son and his friend were thrilled to meet the cast and take pictures, and they were friendly and approachable. It's a great way to introduce little ones to stage shows.  

If you're in town, go see it! It runs through November 29.


Have a great weekend!

Love,
Kristin

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Just hang on

There is something about night that can feel so deliriously giddy and free and anything-can-happen good.

There is something about the night that can feel so overwhelmingly, terrifyingly, anything-can-happen bad.

For me, nothing illustrated this dichotomy more than motherhood.  When my son was new to this world, tiny and helpless, the daytime was often glorious. I could have stared at his little face for hours, waiting for his first smile, first laugh, first anything. The nighttime was tiring, but I was managing.

And then, when my son was a month old, the insomnia set in. Postpartum anxiety took over my brain and really messed it up, temporarily.

I would lie awake for hours, knowing that I needed the sleep desperately, but my mind was racing out of control. A six-pack of wild horses could not have felt more chaotic. Those nights were brutal as I watched the minutes tick by on the clock, and felt incredibly lonely as I counted down to my son’s next cry, signaling the need to nurse again. I nursed and pumped around the clock, pushing my body past its physical limits, trying so hard to be the perfect mother and do everything "right".

The last few nights before the Zoloft kicked in were the worst. I rocked from side to side, pleading, praying, bartering for sleep. I gave myself five minutes at a time and considered driving straight to the ER to beg them for a sleep aid and a room to myself. When I got through each wave, I told myself four life-preserving words:
Hang on until morning.

And as I got through it and my body got back on track, I remembered what it was like when I was going through a divorce, and the nights were nearly as terrifying. During that dark period of the divorce, those first nights were terrible. They sucked more than I had imagined they would, and the loneliness was crushing. You can’t see the hope in the darkness. You can’t see what’s in front of you because you’re cloaked in the inky blues of the far side of the sun.

Please make time fast-forward to the point when I would be happy again, I would cry, sometimes silently, and sometimes aloud.

It’s true for every tough point in my life. Each angsty teenage drama, any argument I’ve had with my husband, every lonely 3 AM nursing or pumping session when my son was a baby. Getting through the night is a triumph, as the sun bursts over the horizon and the daytime brings some semblance of normalcy. 

I have a friend who is going through a divorce with three kids. The first nights away from her kids when they went to visit their dad were agonizing.

Hang on. It’s almost Monday, I told her. I'm here and I'm listening.

Another friend is exhausted, with a 17-month-old and a newborn.

Hang on. It is going to get better.

Another friend has a son with Sensory Processing Disorder, and the time she puts into helping him cope is exhausting. She naps in the car while waiting for preschool to end.

Just hang on. Tomorrow will be better.

For new mothers, it is especially lonely at night, whether she is a single mother or a happily married woman with a supportive husband nearby. Those hours between 12 and 6 AM are the hardest: there is nothing on TV to distract you, there is no movement and no sign of life aside from you and your baby (or babies, as it may be) and the night seems to go on forever. I remember that feeling.

All of you:

New moms.

Moms with kids with special needs.

Moms with kids who wake them up all night long.

Moms with kids who are ill.

Moms in terrible relationships who don’t know how to get out.

Moms in the process of a separation or divorce and missing their babies.

Moms of multiples who are so exhausted they can barely speak.

Hang on a little longer. Hold on by your fingernails to get past that moment.

Call a friend. Ask for help. Don't hesitate to tell people what you need. Don't try to do it all by yourself.

It will get better.

The sun is coming back in the morning, and with it, the light will refract the shadows into something you recognize again. And you will see yourself in the light of day and remind yourself that everything is going to be OK.

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These words from Heather at The Extraordinary-Ordinary rang true to me as I read them today:
"And hope stands in defiance, like this three year old pulling on my pajamas, begging to be held. Defiance can be the best thing."

Love,

Kristin

 

Friday, October 31, 2014

Friday Favorites: October 31 (The Halloween edition)


Aside from Christmas, my favorite holiday is Halloween. I love to dress up, I love trick or treating with my son, and I love pumpkin everything. (Trader Joe's has 65 different pumpkin products in stock this season, incidentally...)

So if you'll excuse me, I have big plans with a very short Darth Vader tonight.

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Robyn is new to HuffPost, and I found her through Kim Bongiorno of Let Me Start By Saying; Robyn's words are so reflective and beautiful:

"And the beauty of motherhood is how we deliver just that. It's how we show up, knock on a door, wade through the discomfort and embarrassment and shame and guilt of a moment and do the right thing. Because our children are watching. And because we might have felt like a failure five minutes ago, but we push through it and keep trying, prodded by a love we cannot adequately describe."

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/robyn-passante-/the-meaning-of-motherhood-in-two-knocks-on-the-door_b_5993780.html

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This one, from my friend Alexandra, broke my heart. But it's important, and she makes some great points about the questions we could ask our kids to find out what's really going on at school.

"These are critical questions to ask. And both sides need to be involved; the ones being bullied, and the ones doing the bullying. We need to recognize the signs of being bullied and parents need to ask their children, “Are YOU doing any bullying?”

Bullying has to be talked about. I never thought to ask my son, “Are you okay at school?” Bullying can happen to any child, to any family – even when you think you would not be a target. Everyone is equally able to be a target and everyone is just as able to do the bullying.

Your child could be bullied, or be a bully. We need to ask both sides the questions now."

http://www.mamapedia.com/voices/even-as-an-aware-parent-i-missed-this

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"And in that mom part of my brain, I see a little girl wearing a tiny backpack not large enough for any high school textbooks. A tiny little girl wearing adorable round glasses, a pair of pink leggings and cute bangs that framed her sweet, smiling face."

What does it feel like when your teenager hers her drivers' license? Read Sherri's post here:
http://oldtweener.com/2014/10/teen-gets-drivers-license.html

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I met Sabrina Parsons in Austin at a conference a couple of years ago, and I was impressed. This essay about a new benefit some companies are offering, and the implications for mothers in the corporate world is a great thinking piece. And I wish I had worked for her when I had my son, because she offers a wonderful environment for mothers at her company.
http://www.businessinsider.com/apple-facebook-egg-freezing-benefit-is-bad-for-women-2014-10 

For more on Sabrina, read Lindsey's interview here:  http://www.adesignsovast.com/2014/06/how-she-does-it-2/ 

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"Girls will be girls" is no more acceptable than "boys will be boys". This essay makes some great points on mean girls (and boys) and how our kids should treat each other.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/whitney-fleming/5-bs-excuses-parents-make-for-mean-girls_b_5967226.html?ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000037

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When Leslie Gibbons’ daughter was expecting her first baby, she despaired over the lack of mothers and mother-figures in fairytales.  She asked Leslie to write a story with a living, loving mother that she could share with her family.  That’s how A Fairytale for Mothers was born.

My friend Robyn, of Robyn Lane Books, is proud to present this book, the story of a mother bird’s love for her chicks, and the generous gift she shares with each one as it is his (or her) turn to leave the nest.  More, it is the story of how those adult chicks return to share gifts of their own. 

A Fairytale for Mothers is available November 18, 2014

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In case you missed it, I was a guest writer at Postpartum Progress this week:http://www.postpartumprogress.com/postpartum-anxiety-information

And HuffPost Women:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/kristin-shaw/luckier-the-second-time_b_6061934.html

And Tamara wrote a beautiful review of the first book in which I am featured, My Other Ex: Women's True Stories of Leaving and Losing Friends.

Love,
Kristin
 


Monday, October 27, 2014

Luckier the second time

Believe it or not, I drew his name out of a fishbowl at a company event; it’s one of the luckiest things that has ever happened to me.

On our first date, after two months of phone calls and email exchanges, he referred to the rest of our lives together, and it scared me.

When I met him, I was in the middle of a divorce after a 10-year relationship. I was two-dimensional; deflated and flattened from years of biting and hurtful words and hands.  I was skittish and afraid, and I didn’t know who I was or how I was going to figure it out. I was ten pounds under my average weight, and that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

When we were dating, I told him that I had learned that I wanted a man who thinks I’m smart, and fun, and the most beautiful woman in the world.  Not to mention one that doesn’t kick me, punch me, or tell me I’m stupid, but I didn’t say that out loud. 

Will stopped me in the middle of a sentence and said, “You’re gorgeous. You're smart. You're funny.  This is all part of your past; it's who you are.  I'm OK with that."

Over and over, he told me, “I can’t wait until you can see what I see” and he waited for me to catch up. Of all of the men I dated that summer after my ex-husband walked out the door, he is the only one who saw all of me – my spirit and my soul and my body. Not just my body or my face or my personality. He saw the potential. He saw what was at the core of me.

And yet, he knew I was bent, if not broken. He forged ahead, knowing this could end badly. He gave me his heart, risking it all for a woman who would still cry when she heard certain songs on the radio that reminded her of the past. Even through all of the bravado, he knew that I was fragile.

After a while, in the heat of an argument when he would catch the “I’m about to run away” or the “please don’t hurt me” look in my eye, he would say, sometimes gently, and sometimes in frustration, “I’m not him. I am not the man who hurt you.”

I know this, but at times, I have still shied away, scuttling out of reach. If hurtful words are like nails in a fence, and the holes the scars that remain even when the nails are pulled out, then I was a fence riddled with holes from the years before him.

Still, I cringe when a voice is raised.  I shut down, unable to process the words when the volume is high. When the words are even a little too loud, I am still the woman who has been told that she is stupid and nagging and unattractive. It is as ingrained as a bad habit. 

It is not easy to be my second husband.  He has to deal with my insecurities, my fear, my baggage.

With his unending kind words, and his steady confidence, he has helped me find my way back to myself.  Through him, I have realized that no one can put me back together; that’s up to me.

He tells me I’m beautiful, often, and it makes a major difference in my life to have someone who loves me and tells me clearly and plainly how much I mean to him.

What if I hadn’t met you? What if we had taken different paths and not landed at the same company?  I asked him once.

I would have found you, he said.

He believes.  He believes strongly enough for both of us in us. Even when my hope is waning, because I am bent and scarred, he is as unmovable as a mountain. He is here. When I am frustrated with him or angry or upset, all I have to do is take a look at our son. Our beautiful boy, who is half of each of us in every way. Will is an affectionate and engaged and committed father to our son, and in that, I see him through new eyes.

I could have picked another man like the first one I married; too easily. Women who have been in unhealthy relationships have a tendency to choose others who will hurt them, because their self-esteem is in the gutter. Will came along and although I don’t believe in knights in shining armor, I once again believe in good men. 

And this could be you. If you are healing from a tough relationship or have been through hell and you’re not sure if you could ever do it again, listen to me: you can. You deserve love. You deserve a good partner. You deserve the best.

While I was processing my divorce and healing from the shock of it all, I told myself several times a day: "I am strong. I am beautiful. I will not be bitter. I will love again." I'm not sure that I always believed it, but I said it anyway.

Don’t give up.  There is so much more out there waiting for you.

P.S.  Happy 8th anniversary, husband. You mean the world to me. 


Love, Kristin


Friday, October 24, 2014

Friday Favorites: October 24

This week had a rough start for us: my son had a cold on Monday, and when he gets a cold, I am on constant croup watch. Running into an ER with your son in your arms and saying, "My son is in respiratory distress!" are words I prefer to avoid. So we were on a regimen of humidifiers, nebulizers, and Mucinex. Then he gave me his germs, and I spent the next two days in bed. Now we're back to good health, and we're ready to relax with some college football and Halloween parties.

Have I ever told you that Halloween is my favorite holiday? Other than Christmas, of course. 

Happy weekend!

In the meantime, here are some of my favorite posts on the internet this week:

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I am a phone caller, and when I have 10 minutes, I like to call a friend and talk to her, voice to voice. I call my mother every day. However, some people are happier to text and email, and I loved this post from Andrea mourning the days when calling was your only choice.

"I miss my mom. When I was a new adult she would call and I would sit on the secondhand patio furniture that I kept in my apartment, painting my toenails and telling her that I made her lasagna for dinner and expressing my shock that it was such a large amount and I would likely be eating it for the next two weeks.  I learned how to cook over the phone, that windows needed to be washed periodically, and that a civilized person really could not do without a good tailor."

http://www.about100percent.com/2014/10/the-price-of-convenience.html

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Looking for a way to get your teenager to listen to you? This will have you laughing and also may give you some ideas. This post by the lovely Kerry Rossow has exploded, and in a minute you'll understand why when you read it.
http://inthepowderroom.com/do-not-sass-talk-your-mother/

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This story from Tracy at Sellabit Mum not only illustrates the pull and push of parenting. The difference between shielding them from the truth and preparing them for it. The love that is behind sadness. And she has turned this also into an excellent review for a parenting book that has a permanent home on my bedside table.
http://sellabitmum.com/2014/10/22/getting-behavior-want/

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Two writers I respect and admire have kicked off a new series called "This is Adolescence" based on the hugely popular series "This is Childhood", which was turned into a book by Brain, Child magazine. Lindsey's first up, with Eleven:

http://www.adesignsovast.com/2014/10/this-is-adolescence-eleven/

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For the first part of this post, I started to fidget. Is it really that bad? Parenting does not suck! I thought. And then I started to see what she was saying.  There are moments that do, indeed, suck. But that doesn't mean that you don't love your kids more than anything in the world, nor does it take away from these moments:

"But even then, there is that .1%
That little kiss.
Holding a hand for 5 seconds.
Walking into their room and silently watching them sleeping peacefully.
Seeing the smile on their face when they accomplish something all by themselves."
http://www.scarymommy.com/being-a-parent-sucks/

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Speaking of Scary Mommy, Jill has done some incredible things by raising money through her site to help families at Thanksgiving. Please read all about it:

http://www.scarymommy.com/the-2014-thanksgiving-project/

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This post is certainly not the same as any of the posts above, but there was something about the writing in the NY Times Modern Love section that gripped me all the way through to the last word.

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/10/19/fashion/life-was-a-roving-party-until-i-grew-up.html?rref=collection%2Fcolumn%2Fmodern-love 

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When I was at BlogHer this year, I met the good people of Artifact Uprising, and I was blown away by their products. They gave every attendee the opportunity to create a photo book for free, so I tried it out. I was able to upload my photos directly from Instagram to Artifact Uprising's site, each already edited and filtered. It was incredibly easy. Want to try it? They have given me one photo book to give away to my readers, no strings attached. You don't have to "like" anything special or go out of your way if you don't want to. All you need is your email address, and Laura from Artifact Uprising will do a random drawing for me:

But even then, there is that .1%
That little kiss.
Holding a hand for 5 seconds.
Walking into their room and silently watching them sleeping peacefully.
Seeing the smile on their face when they accomplish something all by themselves.
http://www.scarymommy.com/being-a-parent-sucks/

http://www.scarymommy.com/being-a-parent-sucks/


Have a great weekend!

Love, Kristin

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Friday Favorites: October 10

This weekend, my godson and goddaughter are going to spend the weekend with us, and I'm thrilled. And a little nervous, as I'll be playing a Mother of Three for 48 hours. I get to enjoy three kids and lots of ice cream all weekend long, and then we're back to "normal." Or we may never get back to that same normal again, which is just fine.

I'll be offline until Monday. In the meantime, please enjoy these posts that I fell in love with in the last week.

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I found myself holding my breath through this paragraph:

"I begin reading to him. Four chapters later, he signals that he is ready to fall asleep. “Can you read more tomorrow?” he whispers, his eyes half shut. “Of course,” I answer. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I love you.” He falls asleep, and I dare not move, lest I disrupt his snuggling, his gratitude, or his sweetness. It is one of those rare glimpses where I’m terrified that any motion I make could end it as unexpectedly as it came on. I hold my breath while his finds its gentle, rhythmic pace of sleep, his face unwrinkled and at peace."

http://mamalode.com/story/detail/this-is-12/

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This post from Elaine Alguire reminds me of the good:

"Next time you’re in a moment or a conversation or a situation where things are not the best or you think someone is in the wrong, try to see the goodness first.  I don’t guarantee it will change things but it may. And to me, that is worth a try."

http://www.misselaineouslife.com/the-goodness/

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How many of you out there are walking around with a hole in your life? So many of us, in so many ways.

"Most of us are walking around with holes. I bet we’re almost all missing someone, tired, struggling, worried, scared. I’ve seen that those with leaky holes of their own are often the best at detecting who else is in need of a love band-aid.

And it’s often when we help patch someone else up that we heal a little of our own self."

http://thelivesincerelyproject.com/2014/09/23/holey/

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Glennon moves me to DO something. Her passion and her compassion are inspiring.

"Maybe anger is like compassion, in that it can point us directly toward the place in the world we were born to help heal."


http://momastery.com/blog/2014/10/01/sometimes-i-get-angry/

[In this vein, read this post by Arnebya Herndon. She is one of the most eloquent, hilarious, thoughtful, and intelligent people I know: http://arnebya.com/2014/09/29/impossibility-less/

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Katrina is sticking up for the much-aligned teenager, and it's awesome.

"Like all the generations before them, today’s teens sometimes get a bad rap. But I’ll say this for the ones I know: they’re bright, they’re connected, they’re globally aware, they’re socially engaged, they’re fiercely loyal, and they’re wicked smart."

http://katrinaannewillis.com/2014/10/03/the-trouble-with-teens/

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I love to read Denise's words; she is the mother of grown kids, and is the kind of mom I'd like to be:.

"I think my kids are amazing, good, kind people, and I have every confidence that (with a few stumbles, I'm sure) they will forge their own paths into their own happy adult lives. They are not perfect. I am not perfect. We are, however, pretty perfect together." 


http://theroadfromoctober.blogspot.com/2014/09/i-am-terrible-parent.html

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For a dash of funny/ sweet, read Kim's post on what she thinks makes dads sexy:
http://letmestartbysayingblog.com/2014/09/29/what-makes-dads-sexy/

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Lastly, I introduced two friends of mine at a birthday dinner last year, and they collaborated on a gorgeous children's book that will be launched shortly - I'm so proud of them.


http://amoonofmyown.com/


Happy weekend!

Love,
Kristin

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

When your confidence wanes

I sat there, listening, as the calls started coming in.

They went for the throat immediately, hurling insults as if we were exotic game animals in a sporting shoot.  My face started to flush and I felt the anger seeping in, and the frustration of being muted while strangers called me “stupid” and “lame” and “boring”.  The other two guys got that and worse. I glowered at the regular DJs, fidgeting in my seat.

I was a contestant on an Atlanta-based radio station called “Quit Your Day Job” and I had made it through an audition of 100 people and a week of music trivia to get to this point – the final three in a race for a prize package including a car and townhouse lease for a year.  The last hurdle was that they let the three of us host the show for ten minutes, and we had about an hour to plan and fill those ten minutes with whatever we wanted. We were amateurs, certainly, and we did the best we could. All of us wanted to win, badly, but we got along well, and we had fun with it. 

What we didn’t know is that the regular DJs were talking over us and making fun of us as we spoke from the other room. After they came back into the booth and played it back for us, they opened up the phones for callers to comment, and the effect was brutal.

After taking several calls dripping with criticism and sarcasm, they opened up my microphone to let me speak.

“Steam is starting to come out of your ears, Kristin,” one of the DJs said, smirking.  “What’s on your mind?”

I leaned into the mic and unleashed my feelings: I said that the callers didn’t really know me and didn’t have a right to criticize me or my two new friends in that manner. I told them they should be ashamed of themselves for the language they used to describe people they didn’t know.  Criticize our technique, but don’t criticize us as people, I said. I sounded louder and more animated than I had all week, and when I was finished, I sat back down. The lead DJ looked at me with new respect, but told me that if I wanted to entertain a job as a DJ, I’d have to learn to take the heat.

The other DJ said on the air, “I’m proud of you, Kristin. That’s the most you have revealed about yourself all week. And check it out – the compliments are starting to come in.”

New callers were lined up to give us support and encouragement. They drowned out the negative callers, and the regular DJs joked that we must have paid some of them to call in or that they must be relatives. Their normal was the negative.

I didn’t win the contest. But I was reminded on that day: be real. Don’t worry about being unpopular; just be true. It’s a message I heard at a conference two years ago when the speaker, a woman with an amazing success story, said one of her lessons in life was, “Don’t be mild.” That’s a Texas reference in terms of heat and salsa and the Tex-Mex cooking we eat often in this area. Be spicy if you’re spicy. Be medium if you’re more medium. But don’t be mild to try to please others if your nature is to be spicy.

The second thing I learned was that I don’t want to spend my life in a toxic environment. Any job in which I’d have to learn how to take that kind of heat on a daily basis is not where I want to spend my time. Granted, as a writer, I experience some trolls and internet commenters who are less than kind. I don’t like it, but I have learned to shut them out as best as I can.

It’s more than ten years since the DJ contest, and I still struggle sometimes when I get negative feedback – but less than I used to. I confided in a group of friends recently that I still felt like a teenager when my confidence wanes. They all chimed in, “Me too!” “Me too!” and we agreed that our own insecurities get in our way. Crises of confidence seem to be pretty normal, but they are frustrating.

One friend gave me a great piece of advice.  When I shared with her my lagging confidence, she said, “Well, do you want to change who you are? I like you the way you are. You have to be you.”

At 43, I know who I am, for the most part.

I’m 100% extrovert, and I talk a lot.

I tend to interrupt when I’m excited about a topic.

I am constantly on the go, and may be exhausting to anyone who has a slower pace.

I make mistakes on a regular basis.

I’m sappy and sometimes cheesy.

I may not be for everyone.

But I am me. 

And the lessons I am still learning are the ones I want to pass onto my son, and to you: you are you.  And you should be YOU, whether you are mild, medium, or spicy. You don’t need anyone’s approval. You don’t always have to be liked, even though that is sometimes tough to swallow. Be true to you.

Maybe this sounds familiar to you:

Sometimes I worry that my writing doesn't mean anything, or that it's trivial. And then I get a message from one person telling me that it helped them in some way. Sometimes I worry that I am not a good enough friend. And then I get a text from someone telling me they love me. Sometimes I worry that I am not a good enough mother. And then my son hugs me. I'm harder on myself than anyone else could be, as many people are.

Tell those voices in your head to be quiet and wait for the next wave of good.

My son will meet negative people, mean people, and people who are jealous or angry or hateful. I want him to know that the whole world doesn’t have to like him, but he can make a difference for the people who do, one person at a time… and for that one person, that’s all that matters. Focus on them and forgive the rest.

I’m kind of spicy. Maybe you are, too.You’re probably also kind, and thoughtful, and loving.

Forgive yourself for being imperfect.

Forgive yourself for being bent or broken on your way to wholeness.

Keep being kind, keep the faith, and keep moving forward. And surround yourself with love.

Be you.


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My favorite quote of the week on this topic, from Marc and Angel:

“Stop listening to what the world says you should want.  Start listening to who you are.  Truth be told, there are only a few people in this world who will stay 100% true to you, and YOU should be one of them.”
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