We Are All Human Beings

It's taken me a few days to collect my thoughts. There's been a lot of time spent reading, a lot of tears, and a lot of time trying to make sense out of something I'm now resigned to believe I will never understand. 

I look at my beautiful children during the carefree days of summer, playing with their friends, including everyone in their camp games. There are no limitations with regard to skin color, gender, religion or status. They just play. Whether they're splashing in the community pool, building castles in the sand, singing songs or cheering for one another during organized games. I well up just thinking about it - the simplicity of it all. I long for it to be that way for all of us.

But alas, I'm smarter than that. I know nothing is going to change unless we all - every single one of us - acts on it. I have marched in the streets of NYC with my children, and I'm sure I will again. I donate to causes that focus on humanity. I give my time to my children's schools. I work to make sure my kids know what all of this means, why we are so passionate about being kind, respectful and considerate toward humanity. Why there is no place for hate toward others in our home and throughout our community. How they need to know that when we witness it, we will not ignore it, we will address it. I want them to know that at the end of the day, in this great big world, with all the people in it, we are all essentially related. That's the easiest way for me to explain it to them. We don't have to be related by blood to have something in common with everyone. 

The last few days I've been having my little guy point out similarities among his friends and people we don't know. He says things like "we're both boys" or "so and so has brown hair like I do" or "our moms are friends." I'm trying to teach them that at the end of the day, we can find something familiar in one another. A grand idea? Perhaps. But one I will try to foster none the less. It seems so simple, find a common ground, a similarity in our fellow human beings. Oh wait, here's one - WE ARE ALL HUMAN BEINGS. That alone should be enough to get us through. That alone should cause us pause. That alone should create a bond. 

I don't have any of the answers, but do I have a long list of things I would like to see change. So tonight, as I listen to my children laughing and playing games on our back porch with their grandma, I will commit to continuing to educate them and talk out loud about doing the right thing, no matter the consequences. I will make sure we are showing compassion and consideration to people we don't even know without expecting something in return. I will find a similarity in everyone I meet, because at the end of the day we are all the same. We are all human beings. 

God bless. 

 

Dear P!nk, Keep Rockin'!

Dear P!nk,

I've been a fan of your music, your style and your honesty since you started, but I have to say, when I saw you in concert at Madison Square Garden, hanging upside down from the rafters belting it out, I became a super fan! In fact, "Just Like Fire" has become my mantra since you released it last year. So thanks for that!

What I love so much about you is your authenticity. Whether it's in your music, your honesty about your relationship, your parenting, whatever - you're real, and that's super cool. So when I saw the pic of you cooking with the baby strapped to your body and your little girl "supervising" I thought - way to multitask mama! Rock on! 

Dear Sanctimommies, 

STFU. Seriously. Enough is enough with the ridicule. Enough with the your way is the only way - you know what? Your way is fine for you and someone else's way is fine for them. Stop with the judging. We have enough to deal with on a daily basis, we shouldn't have to worry about what other moms are thinking.

That's the problem - other moms aren't just thinking, they're judging. How about taking that judgement and turning it into support? If not support, respect. How about changing your attitude and putting some positivity out there? You have no idea why P!nk chose to wear the baby while she was cooking - maybe he was being fussy. Maybe her daughter wanted to see what she was up to and she needed to corral the kids. Maybe WHO CARES? It's her choice to raise her kids the way she and her husband are raising them. Not yours. Let P!nk do P!nk, and you do you. 

We're all so obsessed with following public figures on social media, we should appreciate that they're allowing us a glimpse into their lives, not taking the chance to ridicule them whenever we can. Being a mom is hard enough. We spend a lot of time second guessing our own decisions, we don't need anyone else doing it for us. Bashing one another is counter productive. It's not helpful. It's mean. Why can't we all get along??

You guys, be nice. It's much easier. 

xo

Krista

 

 

Own Your Truth.

❤ This is me. No filter, no makeup, semi messy bedroom, roots that need to be colored, 10 pounds heavier than I was 4 months ago at my father's funeral. Unhappy with how I feel physically.

❤ This is me. Slacking on the very thing I preach about the importance of...self care.

❤ This is me. Stressed out about deadlines and business ventures.

❤ This is me. Spending time tending to projects, book writing, and children because I thought it was all more important.

❤ This is me. Today I went to the gym for the 3rd time in a week.

❤ This is me. Taking back my fitness routine that I so desperately need not just for my body but for my mind.

❤ This is me. Owning my truth. How will you own yours?

❤ This is me. Writing about it in the HuffingtonPost.  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/59635294e4b0cf3c8e8d5a12

 

Manchester In My Heart

Manchester In My Heart

Yesterday I spent a few hours at my son's middle school in Brooklyn, NY. He's in the sixth grade and was selected to participate in their version of the Junior Olympics. Twenty seven kids (out of almost 500) competed in sporting events in front of their entire grade. They were separated into two teams, the red team and the white team. After almost two hours of high energy, lots of activity and some fancy footwork, the red team prevailed by a small margin. I was later told that this was the first time the red team has won the competition in all the years they've been doing the Jr. Olympics at their school, needless to say Wyatt was very excited about that! It was a great day. The kids were excited, there was a DJ spinning all kinds of great tunes and the teachers and staff were dancing around with lots of energy. The parents of the kids competing were invited to watch the festivities, and I was elated to see so many parents show up on a Monday afternoon to support their kids. It reminded me of the pep rallies we used to have in high school on Friday afternoons before the football games. Lots of chanting and singing and cheering. My heart was full.