First of all, it’s hard. Parenting, I mean. Parenting is hard, no matter how you do it. Totally sober or drunk half the time, it’s not an easy job for anyone.

The hardest part of parenting for me is the anxiety. It’s more than just worries. It’s an embodied sensation, a tightening in my gut, a shallowness of breath that used to not go away until I had a drink or two.

Early on in my motherhood journey, I would use alcohol as a way to relax at the end of the day, to let go, to finally unwind after all that caregiving.

But after a while, I realized clearly that my seemingly harmless drinks at night had spiraled into a full-blown addiction. Even though I wasn’t drinking all day long, even though I was only having a drink or two every other night, I didn’t know how to unwind anymore without some wine or tequila—and I realized I had to stop.

My story is way more dramatic than that, but I won’t go into it here. That’s not the point. The point is what has happened on the other side of the drinking.

What I learned from being a sober mom is that sober parenting takes extra skills. When I stopped drinking, I had to learn how to achieve that calm and relaxed state that booze would give me, by myself. Meditation has been my number one tool. Also nature hikes, yoga, baths, reading, breathing, and singing all help. And, although these things are usually not as fun as a few margaritas, they do have their amazing and blissful moments.

Becoming a sober parent also meant I had to face all that emotional stuff I was trying to shove under the rug with my rosé. I found I actually still had a lot of trauma to heal around my experience of giving birth. I had a big pile of resentments I had to sort through. I uncovered wells of grief, rage, anger, sadness, guilt, and shame that needed to be sifted through and healed. None of that was accessible when I was drinking to self-soothe. I was suppressing my actual feelings. And the truth is, they really needed my attention.

Once I was able to give my attention to those neglected feelings in a real way through sobriety, things got a lot better. My stress levels went down. My anxiety became totally manageable. I experienced less depression. I felt less overwhelmed. I learned how to actually handle life.

But the best part was this: I became more present and loving with my kid. I didn’t feel like I needed to escape from her or numb out from motherhood anymore. I had actually processed and dealt with my emotional stuff; I had learned how to regulate my anxiety in a real way and I was able to be a way better parent than I was before.

Another truth about sober parenting, though, is that my social circles and activities changed. There was a while when I was pretty lonely and bored. But then I found other sober mom friends and started to fill my life with healthy activities.

I started waking up earlier and hiking. I started building a cool business that I love instead of feeling overwhelmed and unfocused. I started going out to dinner with whole tables of people who didn’t order drinks and we still had a lot of fun. I started going to meditation groups and finding new connections. I finished and published my book. My life got richer, fuller, and more diverse, and I got a lot healthier.

Being a sober parent has a lot of perks. I don’t have to worry about hangovers when my child wakes up at 6 a.m. and I have to be up with her. I don’t worry about being a little tipsy in the middle of the night when she needs me. I don’t have to worry about having a panic attack because I suppressed my anxiety and emotions with alcohol too many nights in a row. I don’t have to worry about not being able to drive her if there is an emergency.

All I have to worry about is the normal parenting stuff and how to best take care of all of us, including myself. And yeah, maybe I have to decline a few invitations to Mom’s Night Out to a bar. I have a few friends that I don’t hang out with much anymore because of how deep they are into drinking culture. I have to say no to the delicious-looking stout at the burger place and get a soda or some water instead. But those are all trade-offs I am happy to make.

Because the truth about sober parenting is that it actually is easier. Now that I have taken responsibility for my own emotions, now that I have learned how to calm down without external substances, now that I have enhanced my life with new hobbies and new friends, everything is better.

I have more energy, more happiness, better health, more interests, and a much better ability to be available and present for my child. And that is worth more than any drunken night out or calming nightcap in the evening. Being sober has made me a better parent and a better person, and that’s the truth.

Flow is an Author and Memoir Writing Coach for Womxn. Feeling the call to write your true life story into a book that inspires? Sign up to join a Free Memoir Writing Breakthrough Workshop through her website, and get the clarity and momentum you need to make it happen.

BabyQuip is changing the holiday-traveling-with-kids game and your load just got so much lighter

We’re staring right at the 2022 holiday season and you know what that means! Yes, okay, we love the Peppermint Mocha, too, and we’re definitely anxiously waiting for its reappearance. But no. We’re talking about holiday travel. Traveling. For the holidays. With kids. All of those things happening at one time. It’s coming.

Now, before you have a holiday panic attack (deep breaths), we wouldn’t be writing this just to remind you of things that are stressful. No, we’re here to make traveling with your little ones this holiday season easier than you can possibly imagine. We’ve cracked the code, if you will, and we’re going to let you in on our secret to easing the travel with kiddos burden: BabyQuip.

What is BabyQuip?

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We've been there: schlepping strollers, carseats, and general bulky baby gear through airports, or trying to cram a bouncy seat and the pack n' play into the car trunk (on top of our own luggage). We. Just. Can't. Do. It. Anymore.

Enter BabyQuip

Founded in 2016 by parents just like us who were sick of the schlepping, BabyQuip is the #1 baby gear rental service with one goal: to provide families with a huge (huge!) assortment of clean, safe and insured baby equipment that we don't have to pack ourselves. We're talking full-sized cribs, high chairs, car seats, and strollers. We're talking toys, video monitors, noise machines, and baby baths. We're talking not bringing any of that from home anymore.

Great! But...how does BabyQuip work?

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We thought for sure that having dependable baby equipment available at our travel destination would have to be complicated, right? 

Wrong.

Over 1,300 Quality Providers rent, deliver, and set up baby gear at hotels, Airbnbs, vacation rentals, and private residences. They'll even meet you at the airport! When you're ready to head back home, they'll come back to pick it all up at your convenience. (Why can't everything be this easy?!)

You'll find Quality Providers in over 1,000 locations across the US, Canada, Mexico, Australia, and beyond. 

What about cleaning and safety?

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All of BabyQuip's rental gear is inspected and deep cleaned by their Quality Providers after every pickup, then inspected and cleaned again before every delivery. QP's are encouraged to use parent-approved, organic and/or non-toxic cleaners, and you're able to reach out to your QP about specific products or cleaning processes.

Speaking of BabyQuip's Quality Providers, these are teams of moms, dads, grandparents, and best friends who are required to undergo extensive training on safety standards and cleaning procedures. QP's are also required to pass thorough background checks and BabyQuip provides QP profiles for you to check out! Learn a little about your QP and exactly where they deliver, along with the number of successful deliveries, reviews, and items for rent. 

Learn more about BabyQuip's Trust and Safety Standards and Practices here.

What's everyone saying about BabyQuip?

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BabyQuip has completed over 100,000 reservations and has earned a 99% 5-star rating from over 30,000 reviewers. Not only that, but BabyQuip customers have awarded them with a world-class Net Score of 94!

99% of customers said they felt the equipment they rented was safe. 97% felt that it was clean. 66% said BabyQuip was a vacation life-saver.

Plus, BabyQuip was featured on Shark Tank in March 2020. Although they didn't walk away with a deal that day, the program airing launched raising over $850K! They've since expanded into 1000+ markets with over 1,300 Quality Providers.

But don't just take our word for it all. Check out more from BabyQuip customers here!

We’re beyond excited about skipping the part of holiday travel where we drag clunky baby gear around with us, and can focus on actually enjoying spending time with our favorite people this season. BabyQuip is definitely the holiday gift that just keeps on giving.

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All images courtesy of BabyQuip.

 

Today’s theme is: a time you were at your lowest and nobody knew.

This was Alex’s grade seven graduation day. We were beyond ecstatic. Alex did not enjoy elementary school for the most part. Grade seven was the exception. It was a perfect mix of a fantastic teacher, wonderful aide and a group of lovely kids who all made him feel comfortable and accepted.

The majority of the rest of his time there was hard on all of us. There were so many times when he resisted going. To the point of us having to pry his fingers off the doorframe to not be late.

We got a lot of calls, emails and daily reports about how he wasn’t able to do this or that. He wasn’t even able to just ‘be’ at school. It was disheartening and often traumatic, to say the least. This was a period of years when he had a lot of meltdowns. We were almost always on eggshells waiting for the next one to happen.

This graduation day started off great. We were so happy to be moving on while simultaneously anxious about what high school would bring. I pressed his clothes and helped him dress. I took a moment to admire my handsome boy in his new shirt and blazer that I had bought special for the occasion. He fidgeted a little but managed.

I proceeded to get myself ready and it all started to hit me. The auditorium would soon be filled with all the school staff, students and lots and lots of families. What if it’s all too much for him? What if he has an epic meltdown and we need to physically escort him out of there screaming and crying with all those eyes on us? My face got hot at the thought. All the memories from the past eight years came back. The thought of what if high school is no better?

My mind went down the rabbit hole, and before I knew it, I was breathing really shallow. I felt like I was suffocating. I started to sweat and tremble. I raced to the window and threw it open and stuck my head out for some fresh air, but it was already warm out so that didn’t help. I was having a full on panic attack. I realized it too which made me panic even more. Thankfully, I turned the cold water on and splashed my face and neck and it kind of snapped me out.

I then proceeded to bawl my eyes out and silently ask why everything has to be so hard and why can’t we just enjoy this day like everyone else? I took a few minutes to collect myself and reapply my now smeared makeup.

I didn’t tell anyone. We went to the graduation ceremony and ended up having one of the best days ever with Alex. He was happy and smiling and we got some amazing pictures. No meltdowns. Probably helped that we kept reminding him after that day that he would never have to go back and then we were getting a treat after, lol.

I remember sitting in that school auditorium, looking around at all the parents and thinking, “If you only knew what it took to get us here.”

This post originally appeared on The Autism Ride on Facebook.

Hi! My name is Laura and I'm a mom of two beautiful kids in Vancouver, Canada. I write a blog on Facebook called The Autism Ride, all about the ups and downs in life with our teenaged son on the spectrum.

“Just give the kids to their Dad. Why are you making things harder than they need to be?”

Sometimes I overthink things. I’m not alone in this, and I agree there are simple solutions to the ‘kids only want me’ issue. Namely, give the kids to their dad and walk away. Boom. Done. In practice, however, it’s not always that easy. Or it doesn’t seem that easy even if the action is a simple one. Why do moms limit themselves or over think actions that, on the surface, take two seconds?

I’ll take “Mommy Guilt” for $3000.

It’s the category that houses most of the issues in the ‘Why we make things harder for ourselves?’ Jeopardy game is the ever-present existence of Mommy Guilt. If you’re a mom, you know what I’m talking about. If you’re a dad, there may be a similar thing, but it’s likely a different beast and the subject of another article. It’s possible to ignore Mommy Guilt, and some are perhaps successful in doing so. (I’ve never met those people.) Everyone feels this guilt at some level. The guilt and expectations of motherhood and womanhood are all-encompassing and exhausting.

To get a taste of mommy guilt (if you haven’t already), imagine you’re trying your best to do everything right, yet you have this haunting feeling that you should be doing more, better, or something entirely different every moment of the day. Comedian Jim Gaffigan’s joke about having four kids comes to mind: Pretend that you’re drowning, then someone tosses you a baby! If you work outside the home, you feel like you should’ve stayed home. If you stay home with the kids, you feel like you should be working. The kids’ lunches should be healthier, more creative, and each needs a personalized note. Your kids should be better dressed and smarter and well-behaved enough to succeed, but not so much that they follow others blindly. And you should have a rockin’ bod like the moms on Instagram, even though you feel guilty when you go to the gym because you should be with your family. No article could ever outline all the facets of Mommy Guilt, but I’d like to try. (At the risk of outing myself as a chronically anxious person!)

The Separation Anxiety.

In the early days, there’s the separation anxiety. When you manage to go somewhere alone, separation anxiety makes you feel like you shouldn’t have left your children. This is a normal process and can last a long time if you don’t practice trusting others. I remember my jaunts to TJMaxx (in the early days that’s where I ended up most of the time, if not at the grocery store), where after about 35 minutes, I got this super panicky feeling in my chest. Not quite a full blown panic attack, but definitely a looming sense of “Call them, text them, see if they’re ok’. I actively resisted that feeling, because I knew when I got home everyone would be fine. All the lights would be on and the place would be a mess, but everyone would be happy and alive. Plus, I wanted my husband to know that I trusted him.

The Work/Home Decision.

If you work outside the home, you feel guilty if you don’t want to spend time with your kids when you’re home. You’re a bad mother because you haven’t seen them all day, yet you’re now wanting to give them to your husband for some quiet time or space or workout. How selfish of you! Or at least that’s what we think to ourselves, and hear from well-meaning people who ask why we’re not with our kids. These are the people to avoid if possible. Also, if your husband works as well, you are encroaching on his relaxation time. So you feel guilty about that too. (Keep in mind, however, studies consistently show that moms do more work at home even when they work full time AND have supportive, involved husbands.)

If you don’t work outside the home, you might internalize that what you’re doing—even though it’s extremely valuable for your family, your spouse, and society at large—is not valuable. After all, there’s no monetary value associated with raising humans. You feel your husband needs his time to relax because he’s been working all day. As a stay at home mom myself, I felt I chose the “mom” job. If I sought time away from my job, then I wasn’t doing a very good job! The problem with this, of course, is that the mom job never ends. It’s 24/7, all the time, for the rest of your life. If you don’t learn to create some space for yourself and pursue your passions outside the family, then your life is going to feel like you actually aren’t in it anymore. And nobody wants that, least of all you. You’re lovely when you’re rested and fun and sparkling with the bits of life that light you up. But it’s a feeling that I know many stay at home moms have: that they should be doing it all because it’s now their J.O.B. Taking a break feels like they’re not doing enough, not holding up their end of the deal.

What was it I needed?

Sometimes moms forget what it is they need or want because they’ve been focused on other people’s needs for just long enough to forget their own. This makes it even harder to speak up because they’re not sure what to say. It feels silly to advocate for something when you can’t pinpoint what it is you’re advocating for. It sounds odd to say, “I need to reconnect with my inner sense of self” because what does that even mean? Cue the additional guilt associated with allowing your sense of self to disappear without even realizing what was happening.

The Guilt about Guilt

You might identify with these head games, or think it’s overanalyzed hogwash. Either way, it’s real for those who experience it. It can be embarrassing to admit your brain is overrun with guilt, especially when you’re normally a strong, smart, confident person. You feel guilty about feeling guilty, which leads to shame and a sense that you don’t want anyone to know you’re feeling this way. You suffer in silence. (I realize there are worse things in the world that people endure, which as luck would have it, also contributes to the guilt about feeling guilty! How can you complain about your situation when all these horrible things happen to others?) Your partner likely has no idea what’s going on in your head, so you need to talk about what’s going on for you. (As does he, of course. Ideally, this would be an ongoing conversation about how to keep everyone happy and healthy.) Everyone benefits when you take time for yourself.

Add Extra Challenging Kids.

Having challenging children creates another layer of Mom Guilt. Since you may intuitively understand your kids and their needs—or at least you’re committed to figuring them out—you feel you’re the best at soothing, understanding, managing, or doing an infinite number of tasks. You might get your kids better, be able to calm them, or do things just so. You may have done the research about what works for kids like yours, and so you feel you know best. And that might all be true.

You still need space and time to yourself. So this element of parenting must be another element of the conversation. Not that you can tell your spouse how to parent, but communication is essential. If you’re the only holder of this miraculous knowledge of things that work, you’re creating a bottleneck for yourself in addition to setting yourself up for more guilt AND setting your partner up for a less than stellar experience. They are his children too, and he needs to know what’s going on and at least have the information about what works best.

Once you’ve agreed on your overall parenting approach, embrace your individual parenting styles. When you have children with special needs, parenting methods need to be an ongoing conversation about what works, what doesn’t, and how to tackle things as they constantly change. This eliminates the need to teach your husband because you’re in it together, but it also requires that you let go of what things are supposed to look like.

The Burden Rests with Mom.

Sometimes doing things yourself is easier than 1) teaching others or 2) letting go of the “right” way. It takes work to push past this path of least resistance, but it’s better for everyone in the long run. Unfortunately (or fortunately), the change starts with you. Your partner may not know or realize what’s going on in your head or the pressure you’re feeling from every direction. Communication is necessary. Even if they do realize what’s up, if you don’t communicate how you’re feeling, they’re likely going to assume all is well. That’s why it’s so important to talk about Mommy Guilt in whatever form you’re experiencing it. Your guilt may not match what I’ve discussed here, but there are a million versions of Mommy Guilt. Further, when we don’t share our worries and fears, they get bigger. They become easier to believe. 

When we communicate, we usually learn our assumptions aren’t the truth. Mommy Guilt is a snowball of social constructs that all converge in our heads to make us feel like we shouldn’t be allowed to have space or time to ourselves. Again, maybe men have an equivalent, maybe they don’t. But opening up the conversation helps get rid of Mommy Guilt and it gives your husband a window into why certain things can feel harder than they need to be. (You may even learn that he’s got his own version that you didn’t know about!)

Communication is Key.

Dealing with Mommy Guilt is part of the process of being a mom in today’s world, and it’s best to ditch most of it. You’re not a bad mother if you feel guilty or if you don’t. You’re not a bad mother if you take time for yourself or if you don’t. Your kids will be fine no matter what you do (assuming that you’re actively parenting in some fashion), though I’ll argue every day that they thrive more when you thrive too. It’s an opportunity to make sure that you are fine and fabulous as you weather this parenting journey, so you help eradicate the Mommy Guilt for yourself and others! Lots of moms have given themselves to their families only to have kids move away and their relationship fizzle. Then you’re finding yourself again after years of doing for others. Don’t listen to the guilt; stay connected with your self apart from your role as wife or mother.

You need space and time to be you without any other humans attached. Have hobbies, go for walks, do yoga, simply breathe air somewhere where no one needs anything from you. In order to be your best, you need this time. It benefits everyone when you feel recharged and excited about your family. You are their world, and you want them to know that you love them more than anything! And to do that well you need to also love yourself more than anything. There’s more love to go around when you love yourself, so that’s a bonus. Make yourself a priority and everything shifts.

 

Cara Maclean, Wellness Coach & Writer, works with moms to undo what keeps them exhausted. We cultivate the calm, joyful energy needed to handle any challenge with humor and grace. Author of Just the Way It Is: A Look at Gifted/2e Families, Spring 2022, GHF Press. Learn more at CaraMaclean.com

A few months ago, I woke up with a feeling of dread and deep sadness in my chest. My alarm had gone off at its usual time, 4:30 am, so I could have some alone time before my husband and the kids woke up. Even my alone time felt sad, and it’s usually the part of my day that energizes me the most. I cried on the couch as I drank my coffee and did my morning scroll, planning the day and answering emails. I couldn’t kick the feeling of dread in my body.

I did my morning workout, but the endorphins just didn’t help. I listened to my favorite song in the shower, but it didn’t make me want to sing. I simply made it through the motions of the morning. I made my way to work, got my temperature taken at the front desk and headed into my office. Later that morning, something happened that was a slight inconvenience to me and I felt white hot rage running through my veins. It was almost like my brain was on fire. I couldn’t see straight. And this was happening a lot. Almost daily. I was angry.

Was it the global pandemic? The civil unrest? The dumpster fire of an election year? The innocent people being killed in the streets?

It was all of that. Every. Single. Thing.

But it was also something else that the world seemed to be missing out on. I was a full-time working mom. With a full-time working husband. And soon we would need to figure out how to school our six-year-old kindergartener virtually while we both worked our 8-5 jobs. And, yes, we are very grateful to still have jobs right now. But thinking about it made me sweat and my heart beat faster. I became overwhelmed and panicked. But this panic looked different.

I sat at my desk in a catatonic state, with tunnel vision and a ringing in my ears. My chest felt like there was an elephant on it and I was trying not to sob.

“Crying at work is unprofessional.”

“You can’t leave right now, you have work to do.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t done any real work yet, you slacker.”

“You have to be at the office from 8-5. It’s too early to take a lunch break.”

I ended up bolting from my desk at 11 a.m., when I felt it was appropriate to leave, and had a panic attack on my living room floor. I have spent the last three months seeing a new primary care doctor, a therapist and a psychiatrist. My medicine has been changed three times. And it has been the most stressful three months of my life. I have blisters in my mouth and cysts in my armpits.

I’m not asking for a break. I’m not asking for sympathy. I am trying to use my voice to tell our business leaders and our government and those in power that are making the decisions, that we are struggling. And that struggle has created a historic rise in mental health problems and a rise in suicides. We are stressed, tired, struggling, anxious, lost, and some are suicidal. If that doesn’t make you realize we need your help, I don’t know what will.

So what do we need?

We need flexibility. We need to be allowed to be late. We need to be allowed to leave early. We need to be able to work the hours we need from home so we can help our children with their school work. We should be allowed to take a day off to try and figure it all out. We need help financially. We need you to treat us like you would expect to be treated. I know we are working for you and your bottom line, but you have to think about us. We are your employees, your constituents, your friends, your neighbors, the people passing you on the street. And we are tired. We are struggling. We are barely making it day to day. And some of us aren’t making it at all.

Until Next Time,

Jamie

This post originally appeared on Hashtag MomFail.

I am a full time working mom with two little boys, Henry and Simon. I write about real life and real life gets messy. Contributor for Motherly, HuffPost Parents, Scary Mommy, Today Parents, Love What Matters and Her View From Home. 

This was written by an anonymous parent and shared on Facebook and we wanted to share it with you.

Hey Teachers,

I just wanted to let you know that however these next weeks go down—it’s all good. We’re on your team. This wasn’t what you signed up for, and I sort of can’t believe you’re actually going to attempt to do this. Your life is about to become one giant conference call with two dozen nine-year-olds who have no set bedtime, and are hopped up on Captain Crunch, Pop-Tarts and whatever their parents have been stress-baking for the past 12 days. What could possibly go wrong?

In light of this, our family is giving you blanket permission to do this however the hell you want for the next two months.

Does your kid want to sit on your lap while you teach long division? That’s great. Need to stress eat half a bag of chips or box of cookies while you’re trying to explain how to calculate Experimental Error? Go for it.

Feel like having morning meetings in your pajamas—all month long? It’s a judgment-free zone here. Lord knows that’s what I’ll be wearing until at least noon.

Having a panic attack because you need to check in on your parents and wanna point that Zoom camera at three straight episodes of Myth Busters for a Science assignment? Excellent plan.

Want to just sit there and ask them how their days were for 40 minutes without mentioning a single thing about MLA formatting? Please, God, do that.

See, I don’t care if you teach my kids one more thing this semester, and this is why: Just by showing up, by checking in, by caring enough to do this freaking impossible job—you’ve already taught them the only things I really wanted them to get out of school.

You’ve taught them that people are flexible—they adapt to new things.

You’ve taught them that people will show up for them even when it’s hard.

You’ve taught them that communities work together for the greater good.

You’ve taught them the world is a good place. That even when circumstances are scary, people are good.

You’ve loved them enough to be there—and that’s all any of us can do, is love each other through this.

I’ve got six at home right now—the littles both 10, the middle schooler and three high schoolers. I don’t care which kid of mine you’re working with, all three need those lessons reinforced right now.

Our kids will be ok. Take care of yourself too. We love you. You’ve got this—and if you don’t, I’m not telling.

A lifest‌yle writer whose work can be seen in Red Tricycle, Money.com, Livestrong.com and Redbook. When she’s not checking out new events, museums, and restaurants to keep her and her kids entertained, she can be found wandering around flea markets and thrift stores looking for cool vintage finds.

Photo: Darren Cheung via Hawaii Travel with Kids

Hawaii is one of my favorite places to go with my kids, but it can be crazy expensive. I just booked my airfare for Spring Break and I may have had a slight panic attack when I realized we didn’t have any companion fares and had to pay full price for our family of four. Since I’ve been going to Hawaii since I was a kid, I’ve picked up some budget hacks along the way to cut costs—without sacrificing fun.

1. Travel with Friends or Family. The easiest way to slash your Hawaii budget is by inviting friends or family to join you on the trip. Skip hotel rooms and share a house or condo instead. If you do a little research, you’ll see that it’s much cheaper to stay outside of the resort towns. Like on Maui, staying in Kihei is cheaper than Lahaina or Kapalua. And on Kauai, Kapaa is cheaper than Poipu. And on Oahu, just steer clear of Waikiki to save money. And if you’re worried about missing out on an amazing hotel pool, purchase a one-day resort pass for a fraction of the cost of a hotel stay. Traveling with more people also means you can rent a larger vehicle and split the cost. And if your travel party is large enough, you might also qualify for group discounts on luaus and tours.

2. Check Costco for Hawaii Travel Deals. If you do want the Hawaii resort experience, don’t pay full price! One of my favorite places to shop is Costco. A lot of people don’t realize that they have an incredible online travel department where you can get discount travel. They usually have some amazing Hawaii travel packages with flights, hotel, and car rentals. My aunt actually recently booked a trip through Costco and her car rental was completely free! Now, I always check Costco first before booking my trip to Hawaii.

3. Save Money on Food in Hawaii. If you’re staying somewhere with a kitchen (or even a hotel with a fridge and microwave) you can save a lot on food. Swing by a grocery store (or large discount store) and stock up on easy breakfast items and ready-to-cook meals. They even sell canned Hawaiian iced coffee that is delicious and way cheaper than hitting a cafe. Many hotels and condos have poolside barbecues, so you can grill up meat and veggies for a gourmet dinner without restaurant prices. Make sure to bring your club cards or enroll in the free Foodland Maikai program to save the most on groceries in Hawaii. We like picking up large sub sandwiches, Spam musubi, and fresh poke from their deli for a budget-friendly meal to take to the beach. And if you do want to eat out, aim for lunch instead of dinner. It’s usually a lot cheaper and the portions are still large enough to share.

4. Cheap Things to Do in Hawaii. While there are pricey adventures like ATV tours, boat trips, and luaus, families will also find that Hawaii has a lot of inexpensive fun. There are lots of free hula shows on each of the Hawaiian islands. We love the shows at Ala Moana Center and the Royal Hawaiian Center on Oahu. Check event listings to find free concerts, outdoor movies and tons of special events in Hawaii. There’s even a free fireworks show every Friday in Waikiki! Another budget-friendly thing to do in Hawaii is head to a museum. If you already have a museum membership for a science museum (like the Museum of Flight in Seattle) you can use it for free admission for the Bishop Museum, Maui Science Center, and the ‘Imiloa Astronomy Center of Hawaii.

5. Budget-Friendly Hawaii Activities. So many of the best things to do in Hawaii are actually completely free! Take the kids on a hike to see a hidden Hawaiian waterfall or explore a crater. While you might need to pay a small parking fee, Hawaii has some amazing national parks that are worth checking out. Hawaii Volcanoes National Park is on the Big Island and that’s where you’ll find both Kilauea and Mauna Loa volcanoes. And on Maui, be sure to visit Haleakala to see the most breathtaking sunrise in Hawaii. But, the number one free activity in Hawaii is visiting the beach! My favorite beaches on Oahu are Lanikai and Waikiki. On Maui, my kids love the beaches in Kihei. And on Kauai, Poipu Beach is a longtime favorite. These are great beaches for kids and they are also great for learning how to snorkel. Snorkel gear is pretty cheap and you can buy them at grocery stores or rent a set at any surf shop.

 

I'm a Seattle-area stay-at-home mom to my 3-year-old son Owen and my baby Hugo. We love travelling with our toddler (locally and internationaly) and take advantage of the amazing events and classes offered around town. We like to be out and about!

I am ashamed to admit this, but for many years I was embarrassed by my daughter’s behavior.

She behaved differently than other kids… acting out, showing defiance, crying, clinging, refusing to interact with others — the list goes on and on.

We would arrive at a friend’s house to watch a football game, and she would sit next to me on the couch and cry while other kids ran around and played. At school, teachers would have to pull her off of me while I attempted to head off to work. Parents were talking about us when we left the room. Teachers thought my husband and I were awful parents. I was embarrassed that people thought I was a bad mom and that my actions led to my daughter’s behavior.

Finally, when we started treatment for my daughter’s severe anxiety, I realized that my daughter had a disorder. You can read all about our journey with anxiety here. Her behaviors and actions were not a result of our parenting or a result of her choices. Once I gained an understanding of what my daughter was dealing with, I started to get angry at people around me for being so naive, for making assumptions about my daughter and our family. Suddenly, I realized how unrealistic it was for other people to have a true sense of what was happening if I didn’t even realize what was happening until we got help.

This is the truth about parenting a child with anxiety. I hope it helps you understand our situation, and makes you realize how harmful unsupportive comments and assumptions can be.

Anxiety makes my daughter say and do things she wouldn’t normally do. She is the sweetest, kindest girl, but she lashes out and will go to great lengths to leave an anxious situation. When she starts to feel better, she’s told me she feels some guilt and embarrassment.

Anxiety is real. My daughter is not a brat. She does not run away and avoid situations to take it easy. She is genuinely scared to death.

Yes, there are times she can appear “typical” or anxiety-free. This does not mean she no longer has anxiety. It means that she is not triggered because she feels safe at that moment.

I cannot force my child to do anything during a panic attack. It’s hard for her to focus and follow directions during this time, and that’s OK.

There is nothing that can be done to make her “typical.” She will most likely always be a highly anxious child/person and will have always have to work extra hard to manage her demons.

It is not her fault nor our fault as parents that she has anxiety. It is part of who she is — and that’s OK.

She works harder than most people every day. Everything she does takes immense effort and many days she tells me she is exhausted from battling her anxiety.

She is smart but can struggle to learn at school because she puts so much energy into fighting anxiety.

Trying to “fix” my daughter is unreasonable. You shouldn’t either. This is who she is and it comes with many strengths.

My daughter uses fidgets out of necessity. She is not a baby or childish. Her excess energy has to go somewhere.

I am not a helicopter mom by choice. I have to help manage school and home in order to help her get through each day. The world is not friendly to anxious people. I do what I can to allow her to be a kid as often as possible.

I know everyone experiences anxiety at times and trust me, if I could tell her to, “Get over it, you’re fine,” and it worked, I would have done that a long time ago.

Please tell your children/teenagers to be patient with her. Even if she has declined other social invitations, do not stop inviting her. She may say yes one day.

We never have enough money. Mental health treatment (like most medical care) costs a fortune. We put every extra dime into high-quality care, making immense sacrifices every day.

Our future is uncertain. I think positively, but I know her path may not be the same as her peers — and that’s OK. She is going to do something amazing!

She may be labeled as “highly anxious” but that is not who she is.

I worry all of the time. I worry about her day at school, if she is attending class, will she ever have a close group of friends, how she will pass certain classes, will she find a passion or hobby, how will I pay for the next medical expense, what does her future look like, and so on!

Immense guilt is always hovering nearby. Did I say the wrong thing and make things worse? When I work, I am not giving her all that I can. When I don’t work, our family suffers financially. Why didn’t we get help earlier? Why didn’t I see that coming?

Adult friendships are difficult for me. Nobody understands my life. I get tired of canceling plans because I cannot leave the house. This is something I am working on every day.

Getting her help at school is not something I want to do, but I must. The accommodations for my daughter are necessary for her success.

We may bail on plans often. Activities and events sound great in the planning process, but do not always work out in the moment. I am truly sorry to cancel on you, but I have to pick my battles.

Due to the difficulties of our daily life, I really appreciate each bright moment that happens. We have learned to celebrate the small successes and achievements rather than waiting for big moments. I encourage everyone to find the small moments that make life amazing.

I love with a fierceness that I didn’t t know existed. My husband’s love and support make my tasks as a mother possible. The strength my children provide is immeasurable. Without adversity, I do not know if I would recognize this.

Our battles have shown us the importance of being judgment free to others. I lift others up whenever possible, spread kindness and support, and refuse to judge since I have not walked in anyone else’s shoes.

I never expect anyone to understand our life, but I do expect compassion, respect and kindness. For families dealing with your own struggles, you are not alone. Together, we will make the world a kinder, gentler place.

This post originally appeared on Good Bye Anxiety, Hello Joy.
Colleen Wildenhaus
Tinybeans Voices Contributor

I am Colleen, a mother, teacher, and the founder of Good Bye Anxiety, Hello Joy, a site dedicated to parents and teachers supporting a child with anxiety.  In addition to advocating for child anxiety, I love the beach, fresh cookies, children's laughter, and new school supplies!

I had been warned. I knew the deal. It’s the Grand Canyon, after all! That means lots of heights. Some peeps warned me that there were many places at the Grand Canyon which didn’t even have railings. What?! That’s crazy talk, I said. One could just fall off if not paying attention. And we were going to take a five-year-old to such a place?! Yet, despite all of the warnings from peeps we knew and loved, we still planned our trip to the Grand Canyon.

Spoiler: the peeps were right! Look, I’m not a huge fan of heights. In fact, the last true roller coaster I rode was in 1994 because I hyperventilated on it and was taken to the park’s underground emergency room to recover for a couple of hours. I didn’t even know that amusement parks had underground emergency rooms. But trust me, they do. And they aren’t amusing.

We finally cleared all the traffic and parked the car at the top of the hill, with my family eager to get a glimpse of the glorious Grand Canyon. Me? I was less than stoked. While my kid reached octave ranges I didn’t know was possible, my hands were starting to sweat. The nerves were setting in. What if all those peeps were right? Well, I already spoiled the fact that they were. What if I freak out? I’ll go ahead and spoil that one, too: Yep, I freaked.

You can’t really see the glory from where you park. The incline is enough to save that horrific moment for when you can no longer turn the car around. They know what they’re doing. So we got out and walked ever closer to the sprawl of canyons. Ever closer to my panic attack. And then…there it was. The largest nature thing I’ve ever seen. It was beautiful. As far as the eye could see, it was like nature upchucked rainbows and unicorns.

My daughter freaked. She took off towards what I could only see as inevitable doom. Just like my peeps had said, there were no railings. There was no way for me to control this situation. There was only nature’s throw up.

My wife attempted to calm me down, reminding me that she was all over it. And it’s not that I didn’t trust her. It’s just…cliffs! And doom! And vertigo-inducing heights! And she’s 5! She can’t even read! Not that there were any “could cause instant death” signs to be read, mind you.

The first place I wanted to go was a building that I saw. An enclosed—fully enclosed—building where you could read a little about the Grand Canyon while gazing out at its wonders. But most importantly…enclosed. We took a quick tour through the building, but it was clear I couldn’t win this battle. My daughter wanted to see the glory without glass in front of her. She wanted the full experience. Five-year-olds, am I right?

Eventually, we braved out close to the edges of insanity. I dubbed them that as I mustered up enough courage to approach them. I had no choice, of course, because my family was going with or without me. And I had to protect them from those cliffs! We even took some pictures, and as you can see, I’m darn close to that edge. I get weak-kneed just looking at that pic.

I yelled at my daughter to further herself from the edge numerous times as the day progressed. Am I proud of that? No. But this was survival mode. Instincts at full throttle.

Later, we decided to take a nice climb along the rim of the Grand Canyon. This was okay with me because the cliffs were a little further from us. But then the unthinkable happened. It started to snow. And we’re talking like, huge snowflakes at a wind-ridden whip. This, of course, turned the nice incline climb into a new level of terror. But, it also gave me an out. This was what I needed! Our five year old wasn’t dressed for snow. We had to get her out of there. Think of her health!

And thus began our descent, both towards the car and my own sanity. It took us quite a while, as the bus station lines were now longer than amusement parks at the holidays, but we made it back to wonderful solid ground, which wrapped around us on all sides like a warm blanky.

Despite my temporary insanity, my family managed to have an incredible time at the Grand Canyon. My daughter absolutely adored the trip. And I’ll be the first to admit that the views are nothing short of awe-inspiring. If you’ve never been, you should go. Just be prepared if you have a fear of heights.

The Grand Canyon. Yep, for this Dad, once is enough.

Featured Photo Courtesy: Me

I am a writer, producer, and unironical supporter of Taco Bell. But most importantly, I'm my kid's dad—and I take that job extremely seriously. Employers might argue that I take it far more seriously than my actual jobs. 

Need a pick me up? As we roll into the final month of school you may find yourself limping through the final stretch. Never fear––funny tweets are here! Keep scrolling to see our roundup of hilarious parent battles and toddler musings that will have you chuckling into the weekend.

1. Moo haha!

2. Probably.

3. Lots of screaming and crying, TBH

4. If these walls could talk.

5. How dare you.

https://twitter.com/MrGirlDad/status/1125897961676967943

6. 🙄🙄🙄

7. Yep.

8. AWAKE.

9. For REAL.

10. TRUTH.

11. Oh, we’re all there, mama.

––Karly Wood

 

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