Transitions

My little guy, D, will be moving on soon, and I’m all verklempt. Read all about it here.

Philanthropy Thursday: Found Treasure

Do you remember that scene in Mommie Dearest when Joan Crawford is seen screaming “NO MORE WIRE HANGERS!” at her terrified daughter? Well, that was me, minus the wire, the screaming and the pasty skin.


I was organizing the girls’ closet and decided to get rid of all the plastic hangers that came with the clothes—you know, the ones with “3T” on a tab at the top. Somehow, I thought that by using uniform hangers throughout, I would achieve some sort of closet-organization zen.

But, then I looked down and saw dozens of unworthy plastic hangers. What to do with them?

On the off chance that someone may want/need them, I decided to post an “Offer” on Freecycle (a site I have already written of lovingly here). I then started to receive emails from people who knew something I did not know. There was a local non-profit that wanted and needed my plastic hangers; these kind souls would even pick them up and deliver them for me!

The group is called Keeping Pace with Multiple Miracles, and they offer services to Massachusetts parents of multiples such as support groups, a monthly newsletter and a re-sale children’s boutique. My hangers would go to the boutique instead of a landfill.

My point in writing about this is that, with a little searching, you may be surprised to find an organization who wants your extras, who needs your extras. An extra package of diapers? Party plates and decor from your son’s first birthday? The Winnie the Pooh room decorations your daughter has outgrown? Unopened baby food? Used sporting equipment? Board books?

It may seem like a lot of work to find homes for these items, but often it takes no more than a Google search and a car ride to turn your piles of stuff into found treasure.

Sticks and Stones and Words

Two nights ago, Belly was angry at me. She had the pouting lips, the crossed arms and the stomping feet. She went into her bedroom and wrote me a note to tell me how she felt:

The note went like this:

I LOVE MOMMY

MOMMY DOES NOT LOVE ME


Good God, this child goes right for the jugular.

And do you know what my sin was? How I showed my non-love for her?

I told her it was time to get into bed. N…O…W…

Anyone who says being a mom isn’t hard work doesn’t know anything. There are times I think that nothing could possibly be harder.