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Cyan’s First Day of School

Yesterday was Cyan’s first day of school. She started pre K and we couldn’t be more proud of her and excited for her.  She was proud of her “pack pack” that Nana Rose gave her.

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It’s hard knowing our baby girl is out in the big wide world, but as my friend Malorie said, she was made for this. So I only shed a few tears as I walked away from the classroom and got into my car. I had already shed a few at orientation. That was the ish just got real moment.

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But no tears for Cy. She dove right in and never looked back. I can only imagine everything she is going to learn and experience.

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We also had to do some pre homework as a family. We helped Cyan decorate her little person. And Allan and I had our first homework fight. I might be a little insecure about my artistic ability and he might be a perfectionist. Oh the joys of parenting;) But I think it came out pretty cute. She certainly enjoyed using a bingo dauber to decorate her shirt. And coincidentally it matched her outfit on the first day!

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We couldn’t wait to pick her up and hear all about it. Well, as much detail as a four year old will share. We decided to celebrate our special girl with lunch at Cheese and Coffee.

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We even took a field trip downtown to visit Grandma PC at Civic Plaza.

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I think school was a success because she was ready to go back today. When I asked her about her day, she said, “We ate something red. It wasn’t yummy.”

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Earlier I had the opportunity to talk to high school students about the college and career journey. I joked with them that they were giving me practice for my little ones. I’m sure their parents feel like it was just yesterday that they were sending them off to school for the first time. And soon they’ll really be sending them off to school.

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They say the days are long, yet the years are short. I’m gonna do everything I can to enjoy this special time, but most of all, I hope Cyan does too.

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And just for fun…

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High Wasted Hater

When you read the title of this post, you’re probably thinking drugs???  Before you go spreading the rumor that Amanda likes to get turnt up and white girl wasted it could happen let me explain.  And I’m really gonna put myself out there on this one.

It is what it Is! Now let's get turnt up!

I hate the current trend of high wasted shorts. Or pants.  But mostly shorts.

Some people hate baggy/saggy pants.  Some people hate skinny jeans.  I hate high wasted shorts.  I Googled it, and it turns out I’m not alone.  There’s even a Facebook page for it.  And guys don’t like it apparently.  I don’t care so much about that, but it turns out I might be a dude because like me, they also don’t like peplum tops, wedge sneakers, bright lipstick, pointy toed shoes, fake nails, ankle boots, and too high heels.  So there’s another rumor for you.  I might be a dude.

Maybe it’s because I’m old.  Maybe it’s because I have wide hips.  Maybe it’s because they look super uncomfortable.  Or maybe it’s because I don’t like pants that go up to or past my belly button.  These feel like a gateway drug into mom jeans.  There I go with the drugs again.

Let’s be honest.  The only person I’ve seen rock this look was Rihanna and that was years ago.  On her it was trendsetting.  On everyone else, I can really live without this look.  Also, she’s Rihanna.

But who am I to say what’s hot in haute couture?  All I know is, I can’t wait until high wasteds waste away.

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But while I’m at it, let me just continue being an old fogie on the guy’s side.  I’m on the fence with the whole flat bill hat thing.  What say you gents?  And ladies?  Do we like the flat bill hats?  Am I just putting the hat in hater now?

Perhaps.  I’ll get off my fash-hole soap box now.

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Brave, Like A Girl

I love the song Brave by Sara Barielles.  It’s about speaking your mind.  If you haven’t heard it (or if you have), it’s worth watching.

Which got me thinking about self confidence, mainly that of women, but I suppose it could apply to men too.  I had this theory thought sometime in my late twenties that you could sort of draw a lifeline of your self confidence with ups and downs.  From the earliest I can remember mine started off pretty decent and really rocked when I started elementary school.  Let me tell you I drank my own Kool-Aid as a kid (I’ve been known to dabble in that pastime every now and again).  And why shouldn’t kids think they’re the bees knees?  I felt really good about myself until around middle school.  It wasn’t that I started feeling bad about myself, but that’s when I remember doubt creeping in.  And other kids.  I have a decent filter, I can be pretty diplomatic.  It’s probably around that time when you begin to censor yourself.  Gauge your audience.

But back to the lifeline.  So it takes a nosedive in the early teen years.  I had fun in high school so it was probably trying to climb back up.  But then I started college.  I didn’t move away.  Or even leave home.  I didn’t make any new friends and barely saw the few I had.  So it wasn’t a typical college experience at first. I didn’t exactly have any direction except moving forward.  Things picked up a couple years in when I got into business school.  I was interested in learning and getting involved.  Interested in my profession.  The self confidence lifeline was trending up.  I remember being in class with women that were a lot older and thinking, they are so confident so it must just keep going up.  Toxic people can bring the line down and what are twenties good for if not to teach what anchors to get rid of?  But life goes on and life is good.  And that line keeps shooting up.  Even when you have a bad day.  Or a lot of them together.  So that’s my confidence life line theory.  And here is what I imagine my line might look like.  Sort of.
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I also saw a recent video that I think demonstrates this a little.  It’s worth watching.  It basically asks people, what does it mean like to do something like a girl.  Run like a girl?  Throw like a girl?

It begs the question, at what point do we derogate being a girl?  Because like me at 5, the younger girls in the video haven’t accepted that they are any less and they TRY.  And they aren’t any less.  And they’re awesome.  The even bigger question is how do we change the language and our actions so that it isn’t part of our experience?

There are these campaigns to change things.  First, the heartbreaking Dove commercial that shows that women are hard on themselves.

Then there’s the push to stop calling girls bossy or other B words and start calling them leaders.  Known as #banbossy and created by Sheryl Sandberg, the COO of Facebook and author of Lean In.

As a woman and a mother of a young girl, I think about these things and wonder how I can support Cyan to be brave and confident.  A leader and a risk taker.  How can I help her life line have less drastic dips?  We all know life is hard; I wouldn’t expect to change that or protect her from that.  If we can help prepare her for it, give her the tools and support she needs, teach her how to be resilient and nimble…I think that’s the best we can do.

But who am I kidding?  She’s amazing.  I think it’s her who teaches me all of those things.  I saw it a few weeks ago as she had her blood drawn.  It frightens her, but it’s necessary to manage her Grave’s disease.  And she’s overcoming the fear.  She is so brave.

This post is very similar to one I wrote earlier, but the sentiment has really stayed with me.  So I’d encourage all my ladies to act #likeagirl; and anyone who comes in contact with young ladies, help them be confident, #banbossy; and for everyone, be brave!

If all of this it too heavy handed for you, here are some cute pictures of Cyan at Fairytale Ballet dressed as Merida from Brave.  There you go.