Showing posts with label kingston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kingston. Show all posts

Thursday, February 25, 2016

New Parents

We have been parents for almost a year now. Kingston is standing on his own, clapping at his accomplishments, crawling at light speed when it's time to change his diaper, falling asleep in the shower, breaking in his two front top teeth, making car sounds when playing, turning the pages of books we read, trying so hard to talk, pointing at everything, laughing at tickles and making our world go 'round. 

They say you forget your life prior to having your first. Who was I? What was I doing? Does it even matter? Yes! Life before baby totally matters! Waiting until I was 26 to get pregnant was an unplanned blessing! I love my years leading up to this pivotal moment. Heartbreak, falling in love, being a young bartender, moving, traveling, making rash decisions, regretting those decisions, learning from those decisions, being angry, letting anger go, forgiving and being forgiven, getting out of my comfort zone, figuring out being in a real, adult relationship, making new friends and keeping up with old ones, learning to laugh at myself, being an adult child of divorce, being a much older sibling, changing my entire way of eating and taking care of myself, finding a meditative practice that works for me, learning to be humble, sticking up for my faith, being in debt and getting out of debt, living with family, living with friends, fighting and making up, health scares, job complications, throwing parties, exploring my natural surroundings, asking for help, starting to define what I live for... all of it has put me down my own, individual path where I have picked up tools and dropped off burdens so I can become the parent I am today. 

I have always known I've wanted to be a mom. I had a brother 18 months after I was born. I was taking care of someone from the very beginning. When I was nine I became a big sister again. And when I was almost 18 years old, my sister came into the world. Babysitting my siblings never felt like babysitting though. I was the oldest and they were my family. I was also the first grandchild and the first cousin. All of my family functions involved younger kids. 

When Kingston came I wasn't nervous to parent. Of course giving birth does different things to your emotions, but in the end I never worried I'd be a bad mother ((yet!)) As I'm growing older, and I'm assuming this happens, I am seeing my parents for the humans they are. It's a hard transition from seeing your parents as the mostly perfect adult figures in your life who are ALWAYS right and never make mistakes to realizing they are just people in this crazy world trying to parent and make ends meet and make the right choices but at times may fail. I'm keeping this in mind as I'm learning to become a parent myself. I'll mess up. I'll think I'm right one way and years later maybe see it was wrong. I'll fight for my right to parent my child in the ways I see fit, just for Kingston to question it all. We might have a conversation where I'll need to apologize profusely for doing such and such this way. But I hope one day he will see that I gave my best, with my whole heart, to this job of parenting. I might do it in ways today's society doesn't understand. I might 'go against the grain.' I might be alone in my venture to give Kingston what I believe is the best. I might have to stick up for the choices I make as a parent. I might be misunderstood. 

But that's nothing new for me (I can say with a smile.) In high school I felt different with different convictions. I might have tried to be conventional with my choices as I became an adult but I always felt like I was different (as does everyone in their own way, ironically.) When I met Blake we were wrapped up in what we were 'supposed' to be doing at that age. But I think even though it has taken us years to figure out, we both knew we were going to lead a different life then how we grew up. Now, yes, we definitely fit a steriotype: vegan, spiritual, eco concious, new parents, not married, minimal materialism, questioning the government, belief in communal living... one word tries to explain it vaguely: hippy. We aren't composting or gardening yet but you know it's on the dream board. We like to think of it as going back to our roots. Slap a label on us if you like, it definitely makes describing us more simple, but we still feel like it's been hard to find our community, like-minded friends and other hippies. 

These changes we have made from how we were raised has all been in discussion with how we can better ourselves and the world we live in for the future generations, for our children. In no way are we angry with our parents for raising us the way they did. We both had very happy childhoods and we were supported in our own ways as we grew. If anything, it has made us more relatable to the world because we were just as much a part of it for nearly 25 years. But from now on we'd like to teach our children and the next gen more about the fundamentals of living like where food comes from, how to use less trash, be brave when exploring, what our carbon footprint is, birth isn't (always) a medical emergency, educate ourselves on what the government is giving us like prescription pills, GMO's, and vaccinations and so on. 

Blake and I struggle everyday to balance these things out and we realize we need to lead by example. It is a constant journey to stay educated and positive and determined. This new adventure of parenting is really challenging and absolutely rewarding.

So, Kingston, our growing boy, please just know we are trying our best to give you the best to set you up for the best. "Best" can be a different definition to everyone, but to us it truly is the most simple way of living: celebrate your creator, respect your planet, love your body, nourish your mind & treasure your soul. 

"Love, love is the answer. You see? Love. Love is God. That is the solution for what going on. Only God can solve it." Robert Nesta Marley 




Dream Big Ride Far 

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Change

My life has changed. 

My life has changed so incredibly much. 

They told me it would. They told me I wouldn't be able to go on all the adventures, or do all of the activities, or spend my time being creative like I have for the last 27 years of my life. At least not like before. 

Before I had him. 

I'm so thankful and so blessed I was able to live the life I did before he came. I'm a simple girl, who wasn't cut out for community college, who's moved nearly every year since 16, who can't remember all the cars she's owned, who's worked at every kind of ethnic restaurant, who fell in love at a young age, who can't pick just one dream and go for it, who is still figuring out what this life is about. 

There was one dream... The one I knew I'd fulfill & pour my heart & soul into, when the time was right. 

I dreamt of my child. 

This child I grew in my belly. This child I birthed into the world. This child I kissed when he first opened his eyes. This child who changed me. 



My life may not be the same as it was before. I'm not living in the Rocky Mountains, snowboarding every day. I'm not cuddled in a little cabin in the high dessert with my lover all to myself. I'm not running on winding trails through the forest. I'm not sleeping under the stars in the thick rainforest of the North West Coast. I'm not doing yoga in the park overlooking the Pacific Ocean. 

But I'm waking up in the early morning hours to have a sweet conversation with my son. I'm learning about my patience and strength. I'm watching this boy learn about the people around him. I get to be the one who makes him laugh a loud, innocent, pure laugh. I'm explaining the tiny details of the world to him. I'm kissing chubby baby toes in the middle of the afternoon. I'm nurturing this boy who is ready to grow & move & explore. I'm excited for him to take me on new adventures. 

One day we will get back out there.

For now, I'm enjoying my life, snuggled next to a sleeping babe at home, wondering about all the things he could be dreaming of.