Mother’s Day 2013

“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.” ~ Oscar Wilde

I could not ask for a better day.

I could not ask for a better day.

Allow me to extend my heartfelt gratitude and sincere appreciation to all the moms out there.  Whether you relaxed with breakfast in bed, got pampered with a pedicure, took a nap, or went about business as usual….thank you for all that you do.  A mother is a woman who raises, nurtures, and guides a child whether it grows within you or not.  Let me take this opportunity to tell my own mom how much I love her.  MeMae, Aunt Sarah, Maris, Danielle, and all the other women in my life who are Mommies– much love to you all.

Now THIS is a great card!

Now THIS is a great card!

Last year I spent Mother’s Day curled up in the fetal position, alone in my apartment in California, weeping.  Thank God that chapter of my life is ancient history.  My only ‘complaints’ about today involve Tatum’s tummy bug and Adam’s video game snafu. Our morning consisted of brunch at Interim with my beloved parents, cousins [and Kat], and Aunt Sarah & Uncle Tommy.  Next, Dad and I took Adam to go see the Robert Downey Jr. movie which made both mother and son very happy campers.  ;)

Adam Harrison Reed and Tatum Maris Reed made me a mother.  No words even begin to describe the love I have for my two precious children.  Hands down, they are the best things I’ve ever done– what a tremendous honor to know I played 50% of the role in their creation!– and the best things I will ever do. 

We may not always see eye to eye...but my mother is my best friend and personal hero.

We may not always see eye to eye…but my mother is my best friend and personal hero.

The only card better than our united family’s creation are the cards Adam created for me.  Is there anything more precious than your child’s artwork?!  He made two cards [with the help of Little John] which you see below.  I love the way he nailed my black hair– at least that was its color until several days ago– and glasses.  As for my skin tone, perhaps he’s trying to tell me that I belong on Jersey Shore?  Or maybe he’s seen too many chola chicks in California?  We may never know.

My coloring looks a little off...

My coloring looks a little off…

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

 

 

Fair and balanced

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I refuse to let ‘California’ define our family. Rising above this unfair and inaccurate portrayal is central to the recovery mission. Does it consume me? Absolutely. Are my children feeling the effects if it? You betcha. Is it a safe assumption to say I’m enraged? Don’t even get me started.

20130304-232708.jpg
Cambria, CA • March 2012

To make Cocktails With Hemingway a permanent, highly visible documentation of our family’s Dark Ages is not only counterproductive to my mission– but a disservice to my kids, myself, and the numerous supporters we have during this trying time. By the same token it is my blog; thus, it is an extension of who I am and my need to express myself through writing. Authenticity is imperative. Yet maintaining a sense of balances proves equally important.

20130304-233123.jpg
Look at me surrounded by bluebirds! [Atascadero • February 2013]

Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact I laugh often and never fail to see the humor in any situation. I count my blessings daily and try to stay positive. Miraculously, I still believe in the inherent good of people.
Learning occupies most of my time here, particularly language and geology. I know enough Spanish to have basic conversations and ask questions. Fulfilling a lifelong dream, I have commenced my study of Russian and the Cyrillic alphabet. Not only is my rock collection impressive, I’m about to launch my foray into rock tumbling– and even make my own tumbler! Hours of research and meticulous preparation earned me a PhD in geology. Never mind the fact that my ‘university’ involves a Google/iPhone app curriculum hybrid. ;)

20130304-233432.jpg
A sampling of my geological finds

CWS does not dominate my conversations. Despite the severity of my depression, that smile you see on my face isn’t fake. I’m not sulking about as I quote Nietzsche or channeling my rage into a radical plot to overthrow the government. The very fact that I’ve managed to make productive use of my time [while retaining my sanity nonetheless] serves as a testament to the power of love, family, courage, strength, and resiliency.

20130304-233641.jpg

I sure as hell haven’t lost my fire. Pain may have snuffed out the flame– temporarily– but there are countless ways to ignite the spark.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Is this really happening?

20121113-174647.jpg

Ten glorious days with Tatum transported me to a blissful state, much like a dream. She’s gone now. And I’m wide awake.

How much more must we endure?

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Image

Only a few more hours…

Posing by the azaleas in our driveway - Easter '09

My chauffeur will arrive in two and a half hours to take me to the hospital.  I’ve been up for over an hour now.  The realization that I wouldn’t be able fall asleep again frustrated me….until it became apparent just how much I needed this quiet time for myself.  Tears stream down my face as I write this and I’m allowing myself to cry.  This little slice of early morning is my mourning before I have to pull myself together.  Soon enough I have to focus only on the joyous mother role and step outside like absolutely nothing is wrong.

Except something is very wrong.

I should be introducing Adam to his sister at the hospital, not staring at the photo shrine I’m bringing with me in his absence.  What a terrible choice to be faced with:  do I ‘sacrifice’ one child to save another?  Towards the end of January I knew I had no other option.  Being commended on my progress told that my son would come home before his sister’s arrival….only to have that light snuffed out so cruelly….jolted me back to reality.  As my attorney [and virtually everyone else with common sense] said, the net was being widened for Tatum, plain and simple.  My daughter will not be placed in harm’s way nor will she ever be a victim of this grotesque system– she is protected.  But soon enough I shall resume the uphill battle in dangerous territory to fight for Adam.  I’m bawling now at the thought of how both of my children’s lives have been so severely impacted.

I pray that God is merciful and ends this nightmare before Tatum remembers much of it.

Adam and Gigi at Wilson's first birthday party, 1/10

Right before his bedtime last night Adam gave me a call to inquire about the big news Auntie spoke of earlier in the evening.  His kind, gentle soul is so understanding.  He knows that Tatum has to be born in a ‘special baby hospital’ so she will be safe and happy.  God only knows what’s going through his overburdened head, but he assures me that he wants the best for sister.  I reminded him that his sister would be born tomorrow.  To which he said:  “Whoa!  Where does she come from?”  In the past I told him babies fly out of a Mommy’s belly button [Although I believe in being as honest as possible with children at an age-appropriate level, he repeats everything, and I wasn't ready with a dazzling answer] so that’s what I said.  “How does that work?” he asked, skeptically.  When I told him my belly button opens up and out comes sister flying really fast he cackled like a maniac.  “That’s really funny,” he said.  “Flying sister.”  Hearing him tell me that he loved me ‘with all his heart,’ that he missed me, and that he was ‘super excited’ to be a big brother….

Adam, I know you sometimes look at this blog to see the pictures.  I hope that when you view the images here you remember how many people love you.  Things have been so terrible for your little self these past few months and there is so little you understand.  Please remember that there are people fighting for you around the clock.  Remember where you come from, the wonderful childhood you’ve had, your family near and far.  It will take tremendous effort but we will get things back to a state of normalcy for you.  That I promise.

I love you, sweet boy.  My heart breaks knowing you can’t be with me today.  It makes me so angry and sad to think of how we’ve been robbed.  When you get home from school you’ll be able to ‘meet’ your precious little sister….on Mommy’s YouTube account.

Somebody has an awesome GRRR face.

From the very beginning of this ordeal, I refused to pity myself.  The emotional roller coaster I felt was something I tried to translate into the toll this was taking on Adam, my pregnancy, and the future of our family….and even then I tried to channel that negativity into something productive.  Yet for the first time several days ago I couldn’t help but wonder if there was any rest for the weary.

My caseworker informed me that my presence was required at a newly– magically!– scheduled hearing taking place tomorrow.  What can you do but laugh?  Out of the kindness of their hearts I’m being allowed to phone in as opposed to actually appear.  It goes without saying that the topic of this hearing is nothing that has to be discussed tomorrow nor is it anything that a signed letter faxed on my behalf can’t solve.  But that would just be too easy to let me give birth in peace.  So I eagerly anticipate having my cell phone ring in the hospital sometime tomorrow afternoon between 1:30-3:00 Pacific Standard Time.  I’m so glad we clarified that–  California’s scheduling as opposed to the local time here in Bora Bora where I’m enjoying my leisurely vacation.

Nobody will rain on my parade.  It’s mind over matter.  I’ve made the conscious decision not to let anything affect me today– I don’t mind– and nothing else matters.  My focus today is bringing Tatum into this world. 

 

Tatum arrives TODAY!!  <3

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Grayson James Walker

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born, I set you apart.” -  Jeremiah 1:5

My doctor’s appointment did not go well this morning.  I received some upsetting– though not unexpected news– regarding my health.  Everything is perfectly fine with Tatum, though today’s developments could alter her due date.  Forgive me for being vague but that’s all I choose to reveal right now.  I don’t think anyone could blame me for being despondent or even panicked.  Yet above all else I felt….bummed.  Reality isn’t something I’m trying to avoid nor am I minimizing a potentially serious situation.  Instead I am humbled, knowing that my troubles pale in comparison to another family’s on this gloomy morning.

Heather Walker gives birth to her son Grayson James today.  Diagnosed with anencephaly [a neural tube defect] during a routine ultrasound, the devastating reality is that her precious child will most likely go to Heaven very shortly after he is born.  While I do not know the Walkers personally, we have many mutual friends, and I have been following her blog as she chronicles her family’s journey.  Virtually all pregnant women carrying a child with this condition choose to terminate their pregnancy.  Very few people would have faulted her had she made the same decision.  However, that choice was never an option for her….and she never wavered in her commitment to carry Grayson to term.

I cannot think of a woman– a family– who more fully embodies what it means to believe in something greater than yourself.  They are devout Christians who know that God has a plan for them and Grayson.  They accept this plan.  They trust in this plan.  Whatever your religious and/or spiritual path, how can you not be inspired by their courage and conviction in their beliefs?  The love and light exuded by this family is a miracle in and of itself.  It’s entirely too easy to go to church, say a prayer, thank your Higher Power when the sailing is smooth.  What you do while navigating the rough and stormy waters serves as the testament for your convictions.  I am completely in awe of Heather and wish I could have even a fraction of her bravery, strength, and faith.  By being the woman she is and sharing her story, so many lives have been touched.

How truly blessed I am to have two children in good health who haven’t had any prenatal distress or medical conditions.  While Tatum hasn’t arrived yet, there is nothing to indicate that she will be anything less than healthy.  I’ll give birth, recuperate for a few days, then go home with my infant daughter swaddled in my arms.  Though we’re all praying for a miracle….Heather probably will not have the opportunity to take her son in her arms, yet she is comforted by the fact that he will be in the arms of Jesus.  Her unshakable faith takes my breath away.

Please pray for this incredible family today and in the days and weeks following.  If prayer is not something that resonates with you personally….send them healing energy.  Have a moment of silence.  Meditate.  Light a candle.  Uplift another human being.  Help somebody who is suffering.

After spending 8 hours with his loving family, Grayson went peacefully at 5:57pm CST.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

In better spirits

Everyone needs a Brandi in their life.

Nobody disputes the fact that I’ve earned the right to be overly cautious and paranoid given everything that’s happened over the course of the past few months.  So many people would love to see me break, whether it’s sinking into a depression so deep I can barely function or getting so infuriated I snap.   Sorry to disappoint….but I refuse to give anyone that satisfaction.  I have my moments– and my emotions range the gamut– yet my focus remains on my children.  It is my job to protect my kids from the evil in this world.  For so long when asked my parenting goals and objectives I offered an eloquent response about providing them with guidance, love, and support while setting an example yet stressing the importance of carving their own path in this world.  Never once did I say ‘keeping them safe’ because that’s so elementary it’s just implied.  Wrong.  Protecting your children from a wide variety of terrible things and people [pure evil is everywhere] is a 24/7 job. 

As delighted as I am to give birth, I’m extremely apprehensive.  I’ll be a sitting duck at Twin Cities.  All I’m going to say regarding that is my attorney and I have a contingency plan.  Nobody is going to rain on my birthing parade.  Twin Cities looks to be a great hospital and I’ve been very pleased with the care I’ve received there [both in the ER and Labor & Delivery].  Brandi and I are going to tour the maternity ward soon and I know she’ll be best support person ever while Tatum’s making her debut.

Speaking of Brandi– I am so privileged to have a friend like her.  Last night she came over with Raven [her daughter] and gave me a much needed haircut and a fabulous pedicure.  How nice it will be to finally wear my hair down now that it’s all one length.  It looks kind of funky because it’s still two different colors but I’m not going to use any hardcore chemicals to strip the black from it until after Tatum’s born.  Tonight she cooked a delicious Mexican feast so I went over there for dinner.  Overall I’m in much better spirits.

Brandi and I are both quite sad that her sworn statement wasn’t given the proper reverence in court [meaning it was completely ignored] and I never got to be a witness.  My favorite government agency probably worries I’ll incriminate them, but they really shouldn’t.  All I’d do is plead the fif like Mr. Chappelle in the video below.  ;)

Huge thanks to my incredible mama who generously offered to pay my cable bill for the month so I could have some extra dinero to spend on goodies for Tatum.  I can’t wait to post photos of their room once I finish it!  It’s virtually complete, just waiting on some finishing touches and pictures.  Be sure and check my Facebook for lots of precious old photos of Adam.  I added dozens from his birth and the first few months of his life.  Remember that archaic social network called MySpace?  Once upon a time that was all I used so there were lots of images that the Facebook world has not seen.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

‘The Edge of Glory’: 2011 edition

Lady Gaga’s not my cup of peculiar tea.  Had it not been for some fabulous gay divas whom I’m lucky enough to call friends, I never would have known this was a song of hers.  But the title fits.  As ridiculously corny as it sounds, I truly feel as though I’m on the edge of glory.  I’ve been to hell and back this year….2012 is my vindication.  A fresh start.  The first year of the rest of my life.  Watch out, world.

“I have learned that success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succeed.”  ~ Booker T. Washington

Now it’s time to give credit where it’s due and reflect on the joys of this year. 

Tatum wishes you all a happy new year!

11 Blessings of 2011:

1)  Tatum Maris Reed, my precious unborn daughter, serves as a constant reminder of the greatest blessing in life– a child.  Of all the times for me to be pregnant, it is no accident that I’m expecting right now.  Our sweet little girl was a complete surprise but I know the life inside my womb keeps me strong and focused while reminding me that everything I do is for my family.  With the presence of Tatum, depending on me in every sense of the word, I can’t afford to crumble. 

2)  If not for my beloved Adam, my fighting spirit would be crushed, and it would be so easy to lose hope.  Nobody will ever have the satisfaction of seeing me ‘break’ nor will I ever give up, shut up, or go away until the outcome and my desires are one in the same.  The only person tougher than me in this situation is my son.  To be yanked apart from the people he loves– not once but twice– with zero explanation is beyond traumatizing.  Even before his removal from school that fateful day he had already seen too much.  But my Adam is a trooper.  We’ll get through this.  Our first few months in California will NOT define our family’s time here.  Watching him dote on his little sister and be the best big brother will be the ultimate reward. 

3)  During a time of tremendous uncertainty I stumbled across an advertisement for a job that ultimately became mine.  Fate works in mysterious ways.  Who would have thought I’d ever skim through a local newspaper– I turn to the internet for my news– my second day in Paso and see a promising employment opportunity?  And a church of all places!  To say I was ‘de-churched’ [more on that in #8] is putting it mildly.  Two weeks elapsed from my series of interviews until I was offered the position and I began work on October 5th, exactly one month after arriving in the women’s shelter.  Not only do I love the work I do but I am so lucky do being doing it surrounded by kind, talented, and inspirational coworkers.  It’s an honor to work for a church whose mission and philosophy I support wholeheartedly, the place I attend on Sundays.  Even daily tasks that may seem ‘dull’ fly by because it’s fulfilling for me to know that I’m helping others and making their lives easier.

4)  An incredible organization dedicated to providing women with safety, education, healing, and community resources took me in when I had nobody in this foreign land and completely changed my life.  Where would I be without the Women’s Shelter of San Luis Obispo?  Their support and the resources they provided helped me steer myself back on the path instead of wandering around aimlessly because I was so stunned by recent events.  It boggles my mind to think of it– getting picked up from the Atascadero police station after filing a domestic violence report by a shelter volunteer who took us to a safe facility in Paso Robles, getting settled into our suite the same day, and having a dedicated group of professionals point me in the right direction when I knew absolutely nothing about opportunities available to me in this new area.  Even after I left the house they’ve continued to care for me.  Once life settles down a bit I most definitely plan to volunteer for WSSLO….but I know I can never express my gratitude or repay the debt. 

California palm trees never cease to lift my spirits

5)  Despite the fact that I missed a narrow window where I could have returned to Memphis, I am here in California for the foreseeable future….and I not only survived but flourished independently. Let me be the first to tell you I’ve had tremendous assistance from organizations and individuals getting on my feet.  Within a month of arriving in Paso not only had I started my job as an Administrative Assistant but I’d enrolled Adam in a prestigious private preschool.  By Thanksgiving  I had the keys to my apartment.  I’m not on Section 8, I don’t live in low income housing, and I definitely pay rent.  All of my expenses are paid on time.  My parents aren’t paying my bills and I don’t rely on a man to provide for me.  This may not sound like anything novel….but considering the complete 180 I did in such a short period, I’m damn proud of myself.

6)  Brandi Crook is the woman of my dreams.  Neither one of us is embarrassed or ashamed to discuss our time at the shelter, so I can tell you that is where we met.  We shared a suite and she a huge factor in my ability to acclimate to the shelter and get my behind into gear.  I felt an instant connection with her.  She went above and beyond to help me with listening ears, insightful advice, and even child care when I needed a sitter for a few days after I’d started work and before Adam’s child care went into effect.  One night she even put lotion on my feet and gave me a foot massage that took me to Cloud 9.  I loved our book swaps and I’m so glad we’re still close after we both left the shelter.  Sassy, witty, opinionated, intelligent, courageous, fun, direct, sarcastic, an excellent mother, refuses to settle for less or let people escape accountability– there is simply no one else on this planet like her– and that’s one of the absolute highest compliments I can give.  All hail Brandi.  Maybe it can’t happen for 2012 but we’re on for Sandals ’13.  ;)

7)  My family is the greatest, as are my friends, old and new.  I come from a very close-knit family, especially with those in Memphis….there are my incredible parents, Aunt Sarah & Uncle Tommy, Oliver & Gideon [my first cousins and their wives, Katrina & Carly, respectively], and Sharon and Kenny.  As we say in the South my ‘people’ are everywhere.  And I miss them so much.  I’m hoping to use my time out west to connect with my California family as well.  Additionally, my friends are the most eclectic yet amazing bunch.  They are sorely missed and loved beyond comprehension.  Thank you for reminding me why you’re the best group of loved ones, especially during my absence.  It’s been so nice making new friends here too.

8)  Spirituality became my anchor during this tumultuous time.  With the exception of Bella Luna Bliss back in Memphis, I’d all but lost touch with the divine.  I thank my church for reminding me that organized religion can be a very positive thing and restoring my faith in Christianity.  Let’s just say what I hear on Sundays here ain’t nothing like the Bible belt!  Of course the role of UU always has a prominent place in my life as do other meaningful spiritual traditions….I’ll never lose that insatiable urge to learn about the faiths of others and I’ll always lead by example as opposed to proselytizing.  But I’m in a much better place now, considerably more whole. 

I will ALWAYS find a way to make trips to Arkansas to see my first true love's resting place. It's important for my son to know his namesake. *R.i.P.*

9)  JiLTED– the magazine formerly know as STiR– is back in business.  So I guess this means I’ve officially announced the name change.  The word itself resonated deeply with Mandy and me– and is a literary reference to one of our favorite authors– thus making it a perfect choice.  All of us are thrilled beyond belief to get it started again and there are so many fresh faces lending their time and talents!  For those of you who don’t know, ours is an online magazine covering a wide variety of content [books, spirituality, art, politics, etc.] and we don’t shy away from controversy.  The mini issue arrives on January 7th and our debut issue hits the presses on April 7th.  Please contact me for additional details about writing, artistic involvement, or other ways you can contribute.

10)   Would you believe me if I said I have learned some serious lessons this year?  I honestly can’t even begin to list them all here.  What most people consider ‘regrets’ I view as learning experiences and I’ve had the education of my life in 2011.  I’ll never be the same.  My relationships will never be the same.  Our family will never be the same.  My outlook on virtually everything will never be the same.  Perhaps my greatest triumph will be my refusal to capitulate to the anger, bitterness, and negativity and prevail.

11)  Angels are among us, truly good people exist, kindness is everywhere, love is all around us, and I am fortunate enough to realize this firsthand.  Literally there are tears [of the happy variety] streaming down my face as I write this.  Whether it’s a non-profit, friends from church with true servant’s hearts, or other acts of kindness I’ve encountered I am so eternally grateful for all the love and support I’ve received.  When I arrived at my apartment I had nothing– by the end of the first day I had a loveseat, two end tables, a breakfast table, kitchen items, towels and blankets, two lamps, and a full-sized bed with a mattress, pillows, and linens.  Wow.  People have gone above and beyond to give me rides and call/text just to check up on me.  I’ve had invitations for holiday meals  and know that help– for anything– is only a phone call away.  How truly blessed I am.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Le sigh

Somebody loves the outlet mall and Pismo Beach....and could care less about the retail experience!

Tomorrow I desperately need to play catch up with my ’30 Days of Thanksgiving.’  In my current state of sadness, anxiety, and stress it’s crucial to remain focused on the positive and be thankful for my blessings.  The dual combination of no psychiatric help and a pregnancy entering its third trimester is taking its toll on me.

[[ Because I am hyper aware of everything I post on here let me say that 'psychiatric help' refers to therapists/counseling and my usual antidepressant and anxiety medications.  I'm not crazy or mentally ill...at least that's the concensus reached by all of my personalities. ]]

I expect to hear tomorrow about the final verdict regarding my apartment– and hopefully a move-in date within a matter of days.  Until this morning I did not know the complex had an additional form they requested from my social worker.  As luck would have it she’s out of the office on Tuesdays but she’s always prompt and efficient so I’m thrilled to enter the home stretch of the application process!

During my lunch today, S, my wonderful housing worker treated me to a large bowl of homemade tomato soup at Cider Creek Bakery.  I signed the paperwork that officially admits me into the program.  She’ll be paying my deposit in full….isn’t that fantastic?!  I cannot wait to tell you more about this lifesavi ng program once I get settled.

Shifting gears…..

I’m undergoing a sort of internal struggle about what I write on Cocktails With Hemingway.  To think that one of my coworkers follows this blog is such an exciting thought.  I’m sure it’s not difficult to find and others may have seen it as well.  Everyone at my job appreciates my aspirations as a writer and the freelance work I do– and the reviews for my writings [including this blog] have been wonderful.  It’s so difficult for me to censor myself on the internet yet I feel it is in the best interests of my professional repuation and my character in general.  You’ve lost your ever loving mind, however, if you think this site will be devoid of controversy.  I’ll always push the envelope, stay true to myself, and speak my mind.  It’s just that these things will be done in a way that reflects the profound love and respect of the church I represent and portrays me as the adult I am, a woman with strong morals and convictions, who understands the value of discretion and realizes that sometimes less truly is more.

With that being said, I am extremely upset with Will.  I could sit here and talk for hours on end about all the negative emotions I feel and be justified in doing so.  But there is one thing he he has said since this entire ordeal began– and continues to say through third parties– that kills me.  He constantly references this “game” in which we’re involved.

To reduce so much ugliness and dismiss all that our son has endured as a ‘game’ makes me ill.  There are no winners here…and the biggest loser is Adam.  This is all so very serious.  Will is acting as if the ‘objective’ here is whichever parent can make their ‘opponent’ look the worst.  It’s truly heartbreaking.  I could care less [of course it bothers me but my priority is mothering my children] about mudslinging and attempted character assassination, insults and intimidation, and other less than pleasant aspects of human behavior.  What I care about is Adam and his best interests, his safety and stability.  That’s the only thing anyone should care about, not ‘winning’ or ‘losing,’ and going to extreme lengths to ‘play’ dirty.

I will never get used to Christmas decorations amidst palm trees.

Still I cannot help but think of what could have been.  MY dreams [minus the nightmare] are coming true in California…subtracting an adult member from our family of four.  I have a job I love, my son’s in a school he loves, and I am about to move into my own apartment with my kids while saving for a car in my name.  All that is missing from this equation is my husband and everything he was supposed to provide:  love, support, protection, parental guidance, an extra pair of hands, a second income, and so much more.

For the first time in my life I am entirely alone with the single mother label.  Millions of women [and plenty of men] are the only parent in their family home.  I am not unique in my predicament– and I have done the solo mommy thing before– but never 2000+ miles away from my parents, the vast majority of my family, and my best friends.  One child is difficult enough when you don’t have the luxury of both parents in the home, two kids will be infinitely more difficult.  How I miss my support system.

I know I can do it though.  Challenges build character and make you that much stronger.  It’s not the life I would have preferred for any of us but our bond will be unbreakable, my son and daughter and me.

Some people ask if I miss Will.  Yes and no.  I sure as hell don’t miss California Will, that person is a stranger to me.  I miss the friend I used to have, the father of my children, the person who was my co-pilot in life.  In all honesty it’s having help that I miss the most.

Romantic love is not something that has ever ranked high in my world– all my exes can attest to this.  I’m too independent and focused on my own passions and ambitions.  After giving so much of myself to my children I want to be selfish with the Sloane that is left over….not surprisingly I am always critcized by my partners for being ‘distant,’ ‘self-absorbed,’ and ‘not giving enough attention’ to them.  So no, I’m not missing Will in the sense that I’m longing for companionship or pining away for my next boyfriend….it’s always nice to relish in my freedom and independence with no apologies.

Can you believe I type all of this on my phone?  My Christmas present to myself, a new laptop, will make a world of difference.  Come pay day I’m heading to Walmart to put one on layaway.  Ah the lifestyles of the rich and the famous.  ;)

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Give thanks

Made with Adam's handprints and footprints for Thanksgiving <3

Many of my Facebook friends have been sharing their ’30 Days of Thanksgiving’ blessings in their daily statuses.  What an excellent idea…one day simply isn’t enough to focus on all of the things for which we are thankful.  Obviously I’m a little behind with this idea so allow me to present to you my first ten days of gratitude:

1)  My son, Adam Harrison Reed, brings me unparalleled joy.  As you all know, he’s the coolest kid ever, and beyond precious.  I cannot even remember my life without him and wouldn’t trade motherhood for the world.  He is in such a fun, creative, and exciting stage of development right now!  I prefer his company to anyone else’s.

2)  Our new arrival, Tatum Marisann Reed, will complete our little family.  I’m sure any expecting parent can attest to this fact, but I love her so much and I haven’t even met her.  She’s kicking up a storm as I write this and I know these next fifteen weeks will fly by at lightening speed.  During my initial pregnancy with Adam [before I knew his sex] I wanted a baby girl but I became so obsessed with my little dude– and even still I am so thrilled that I had my son first– yet the timing is just perfect for my daughter.

3)  I cannot give enough thanks for the support we’ll receive with our apartment!  This doesn’t even need an explanation, heh.  Being ‘homeless’ [especially when you are pregnant and have a small child] is one of the absolute worst situations and this entire ordeal has made me a lot more cognizant of the struggles others face in their own lives.  So many people associate homelessness with hobos sifting through garbage, sleeping on the concrete, and panhandling when in reality it can be any transitional living situation between one address and the next.  An unexpected crisis does not discriminate.

4)  Adding on to the previous blessing, I am eternally grateful for all of the support that is available in San Luis Obispo County.  If not for all the resources at my disposal….I shudder just thinking about it.  All of the empowerment reaffirms my desire to be involved with this community and give back to organizations that have helped me.

5)  I am thankful for my job.  Getting paid to do work you enjoy with people you love = WIN.  Of course in this economy anyone with gainful employment has reason to give thanks but how many folks can honestly say they enjoy how they make a living?  I’m so lucky to be one of them.

6)  Everyone probably thinks they have the greatest friends ever– I know I do.  Seeing the countless individuals [some of whom I barely knew] who have reached out to me lately– whether it’s sending me a care package, offering to babysit, lending me their ears, or just messaging me to let me know I was in their thoughts and prayers– y’all are amazing.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Brandi is one of my newest friends....and I am ever so thankful she's in my world.

7)  Despite the waiting rooms and medical bills, can you even imagine what our lives would be like without all the doctors, nurses, and other medical staff working tirelessly to keep us healthy?  Katie Porter mentioned this earlier and I must agree:  healthcare professionals make the world go ’round.  And I’m also so glad that my son rarely has to see people in this field except for yearly wellness checkups.

8)  Without reading material I would be so lost.  Whether it’s books, magazines, blogs, or anything else– I devour it.  Imagine my delight when a kind man came into work today– and told me that he’d heard from our pastor that I like to read– and offered to bring me bunches of magazines!  Yes please.  Speaking of books, I am think I may be overdue at the library.  Thanks to the library as well for giving me a card even though I did not have California identification.  Maybe I’ll add that to my list of places to volunteer at as well.

9)  My family as a whole, especially my parents, do so much for me and I appreciate it more than I can ever express.  No matter how old a girl gets, she always needs her mama.  ;)

10)  And last but not least, I’m thankful for Will Reed.  Perhaps that strikes you as strange but I learned so much from my marriage with him– and more importantly– he helped me create the two best children to ever walk the face of this planet.  I would be remiss to not mention the father of my kids and pray daily that he takes positive steps towards achieving a fulfilling life.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane