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Feb 1, 2013:  Papa finishes assembling Phoenix’s (age 6) ninjago-mobile.  Phoenix and Dakota (age 3) run off to play with it.  Montana (age 3, the scientist of the twins) looks at the extra six legos, and says, “Let’s do it again.”


Jan 31, 2013:  Madison (age 15) asked Phoenix to throw out her pencil sharpener shavings.  Phoenix, looking at them:  “And it make new ones?”


Jan 20, 2013:  Sagey (age 8): I don’t like packing under pressure.


Jan 20 2013:  Phoenix (age 6):  “Montana’s (age 2) not sleepin’ b/c he’s breathing.  I can see him breathing!”  Sagey (age 8):  “Phoenix, you always breathe.”


Jan 16, 2013:  Sagey (age 8):  “I used to believe things that weren’t true.  I used to believe fairy tales with princesses.  Well… princesses are kind of true.   So is magic.  Mommy taught me that.  Mommy is magic.”


Jan 14, 2013:  Sagey (age 8):  “Sometimes when you try hard, it doesn’t happen.  Then when you don’t try, it does. Mommy taught me this.”


Jan 14, 2013:  Phoenix (age 6), curious about MLK, since they share a birthday, asks, “Does he look like me?”


I’ve heard it said many a time about parenting that, “The days are long but the years are short.” Especially when your children are very young. It can be physically exhausting. And then of course when they’re older – in their teens – it can be emotionally and mentally exhausting. That’s when the quote, “small children small problems, big children, big problems” comes in. I’m not a huge fan of the second quote because I’m into deliberate creation, but bear with me.

Last spring – or was it winter? – I am embarked on something I call “my categorization adventures.”  I have been categorizing all of my iPhoto’s, which are 250,000 plus photos taken since 2005. I’m so excited to be in the current year in February and that’s where I found this beauty. I’m categorizing them for my writing in a few hundred plus categories. So when I need a photo of a waterfall or a cupcake or a sparkler or a car seat etc. I can find it in a second.  I don’t know why I chose those random examples to cite  ha. I also have them of each child, then each child with another child, and three kids, four kids, five kids, etc. Every time I do another month I add more categories ’cause I think of other ideas. It’s super fun. And it takes a wicked long time.

The best part of my categorization project besides the organization which my Virgo self loves, is that it causes me to take a moment and reflect–to pause and see how fast my kids really grow and change, and to relive the joy of so many experiences with them.

Anything that causes a pause, to reflect, is pure gold. Your yoga practice does that for you, like magic.

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Mar, 2013:  Kitty sneezes.  Sagey (age 9) says, “Kitty’s been doing these weird farts, that you can hear, but they don’t smell.”  Papa explains, “She’s sneezing.”

March 4, 2013:  Mommy jokes:  “Hey, I’m a pretty good cook.  I should open a restaurant!”  Phoenix (age 6):  “Uh, Mom, remember?  We had a restaurant and it didn’t go so well.”

Feb 22, 2013:  Sage: “By the way, if you think my allowance is really high, you can lower it down a little.”

Feb 22, 2013:  Montana (age 2) to Dakota (also age 2), who’s yelling for something, “And stop crying.”

Feb 8, 2013: Papa says: “Phoenix, you’re six, you can eat a whole hotdog.”  Phoenix retorts, “Papa, six year olds can’t do everything.”

Feb 6, 2013:  Dakota (age 2) is saying, “Bus, beep-beep”, in the car.  Montana’s (age 2) response is, “I SEE bus beep-beep.”

Feb 4, 2013:  Whenever Montana (age 2) does something today, Dakota (age 2) says, “For once.”


I’m really blessed that my five kids are super healthy. I thank the Universe every day. I pretty much only call the pediatrician to schedule their once a year well visit.

So when I called her last week to ask about Phoenix, age 6, she remarked, “I never hear from you except for well visits,” and I explained that Curly Bear – his nickname since he had gorgeous golden curls since birth – had a G.I. bug.  He had been throwing up in the night repeatedly after having diarrhea for days.

She asked what his mood was like.

I said, “Oh, he is not a good reporter in that way. You can’t rely on that.”

She asked what I meant.

I explained that even after having diarrhea for days and throwing up all through the night, he was still sparkly and bright and happy. He was joyful and excited to be in a hot shower and to be able to have Sprite and “grape juice” (Pedialyte).

She understood, and we talked about what was going on and what to do.

Every single day, Curly Bear is my teacher. You have teachers all around you. Be mindful, appreciative, and take in their valuable lessons.

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Oct, 2011:  Phoenix (age 4), “I can lift up anything.”  Sage (age 7): “That means you can lift up our kitchen even though there is all this stuff underneath?”


March 22, 2013:  Phoenix (age 6):  “Did Jessie and Buzz get married?  I think they did b/c they’re in love.”  “What’s in love?” asks Mommy.  “It’s hard to explain,” says Phoenix.  “Are Mommy and Papa in love?” asks Mommy.  “Yes,” replies Phoenix firmly and without hesitation.


March 22, 2013:  Mommy says to Phoenix in the car driving to school, “I may have shingles, an adult form of chicken pox.”  Phoenix replies, “Oh yum!  I love Chicken Pops!”


Mar 21, 2013:  Phoenix: “Mom, how did Madison meet Andy?  Mom:  “I was married to Andy and Andy and I had Madison, she is our child together.”  Phoenix:  “I thought you and Papa were married.”


Mar 17, 2013:  Montana (age 2), looking at the Ralph Lauren Polo ponies on his undies, “What are those? Bugs?”


Mar 17, 2013:  Montana (age 2), “Kota (Dakota, his twin brother), scuse me, wanna play baloon?”


Mar 15, 2013.  Madison’s boyfriend is over.  Phoenix (age 6) asks, “How do you find someone to marry?”




One of my good friends’ parents are well-known musicians.  I’m not going to say more than that because I want to protect her anonymity, but I will tell you that her dad is by far my all time favorite singer.


When we met her I had no idea who her parents were. She came to my yoga class at Prana Winchester and we hit it off instantly. In addition, our sons were the same age and in fact looked and still look like they could be twins. This was about five years ago.

After a while, I figured out who her parents were and was astonished because as I said, I have listened to her dad’s music since I was little.  I have three musicians whom I adore, and the Universe brought me the daughter of one of them, as a BFF.  Talk about synchronicity.

Last night, after we had dinner and played outside, I was slated to shower with my 5 kids to prepare for a photo shoot today.  But instead I got on my Mac with my kids piled on my lap and all about me and went to YouTube to show them their friend’s grandpa.  I played my favorite song of his and when it was over my little ones cheered, “Again!”

We listened to that song over and over for an hour.

Then we all went to bed.

When I awoke this morning to teach the pre-– dawn class At Prana Newton (, The very first text I read, at the top of the queue, was from my friend whose dad’s music we had listened to for an hour. She had written the text right after we had listened to that song repeatedly.

Coincidence? I don’t believe in ‘em.

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March 29, 2013:  Phoenix (age 6) remarks, “Mom, don’t invite (so and so) over anymore.  Sage (age 9) does not like her.  Not for a play date.  Not for Christmas.  OBVIOUSLY not for Christmas!”


March 28, 2013:  I ask Montana (age 3) to put away his puzzle, please.  “YOU put it away!” he exclaims.


Mar 25, 2013: Talking about his cars, Phoenix says: “Both of these are like the kings of racing.”


Mar 24, 2013:  Papa is making a peanut butter bagel, and Dakota (age 3) says: “No twins have a knife, just Papas have a knife.”


Oct, 2011:  Sage (age 7—this is 2011): “I don’t want to be a weatherman.  I don’t want to know what the weather is.  I just want to look at it.”


Oct, 2011:  Sage (7): “I’m really smart.  I don’t need that much education


Oct, 2011:  Sage: “This is the last year I’m going to be seven.  But this is ten months of being seven.”

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I have five kids, ages three, three, six, nine, and fifteen.  Every month or so they ask me to measure them, and measure them I do, and make marks on the kitchen wall to show how much they have grown.  It’s lots of fun and full of excitement and squeals as we note how much each child has grown physically, and I also note to them how much they have grown spiritually as well.

I just got an annoying email from my ex-husband, and Philippe noted that my dislike of his energy is actually like a “growth mark” on my “growth chart”–not unlike the pencil marks on our kitchen wall noting how much my kiddos have grown physically.  He said that just the fact that I feel annoyance indicates that my spirit is not okay with toxic energy anymore, whereas many years ago, that was my homeostasis.  Way back then my spirit was trying to wake me up and show me that life is supposed to be fun and feel easy and flow, but I wasn’t ready to hear it yet. So it came out in my physical body instead by way of illness, fatigue, anxiety, and depression.

Then I found yoga and the veils of illusion were lifted. And my true path began.

And I know that in time, on my path, the annoyance at those emails will be lifted as well as I calmly smile at my ex-husband for what and who he is, one of my Zen teachers.

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April 2013:  Phoenix (age 6):  “I like everything in the world. I don’t like the nuts candy but that’s it.”

Apr 22, 2013:  Phoenix: “I had a perfect idea, and now I forgot it. Don’t you hate it when that happens?”

April 2013:  I told Montana that’s a runway. He said “We are on the right way

April 13, 2013:  Phoenix, talking about whether glueing a toy will work: “You never know if you never did it.”

Mar 31, 2013:  Phoenix: “It was the first time I used a calculator.  You put it in your mouth and it kids of hurts.”  We figured out he meant thermometer.

Mar 30, 2013:  Sage (Age 9):  “You know what’s kind of funny, but it’s true.  I know it from Shrek:  You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.”

March 29, 2013:  Sagey is giving the twins and Phoenix lunch.  No one is listening to her.  They are running about.  She looks at me and says, “Do they always act like this and not sit and eat when they’re supposed to?”

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Remember that book “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie?”  I’m pitching a new book idea: “If You Give a Teenager Anything….”

Now I’m all about the law of attraction and deliberate creation, so this is all said in jest, with humor and lightness, and good energy.

I’ve noticed that when I give my teenager something… she just wants more.

“Mom, Is it okay if I do this?”

(“Sure hon.”)

Ten seconds later:  ”Mom is it okay if I go here?”

(“Sure Sister.”)

A minute later:  ”Mom can you drive me there?”

(Uh, okay.”)

40 seconds later: “Mom, can I have this?”


“Whuuuut?!  Why not? I’m just asking…”

First of all, where’s the gratitude for the first three yeses?

Secondly, I don’t understand the  ”I’m just asking…” strategy. Isn’t it obvious that she is just asking? I get that a lot. Do you?  I just wonder how that is any sort of argument.

When I go through this with my teenager, I remind myself that since her birth and her four siblings’ births, I have told them repeatedly daily, “You can be do and have anything that you want.”  And I believe that. I teach that all day every day.

And apparently, she believes it, too.

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Super-Mom Betsy Parsons:

I expected motherhood to change me.  How could it not?  Everything was new.  But what I didn’t expect was that motherhood would strip me bare – drop me to rock bottom – force me to face that I had lost myself – demand that I pick up the shattered bits of me and piece myself back together.  It was all at once brutal and gratifying.  I am grateful for all of it.  I have learned who I am and how great my support system is.  I learned how absolutely wonderful my husband is, what a fantastic dad he is, and what a loving and supportive family surround us.  It’s not just me who is a super mom.  It’s my husband, my mom and dad, and my mother and father-in-law who make up this super family.  Each one of us plays an important role. Life is a tremendous gift, and we were all starkly reminded of that during the first six weeks of my daughter’s life. We almost lost her.  The first six weeks of her life were spent in the NICU.  She was a full term baby but a very sick one.  After she came home, every milestone was carefully watched.   She thrived.  And I almost missed it because I was worried about what could be wrong.  It was 9 months later when I started to splinter apart.  She was walking and I was cracking – emotions needed to be expressed.  I needed to feel again.  Not surprising, but I hadn’t been taking care of myself.  I was just trying to make it through a minute, then an hour, and a full day.  I wasn’t taking care of myself.  I wasn’t sleeping well.  I was sleepwalking.  I rationalized that all of this was well within a first-time mom response (ha!).   Eventually, I was diagnosed with PTSD and got help.  I began to piece myself back together.  It took another full year for me to hear the stirrings of my voice.  It’s been over two years, and just recently I realized that I am whole again.  I experienced such joy in finding myself.    I had really missed me!  But losing myself and finding an improved version had taken hold – makes me so grateful for the journey.  It has allowed me freedom to be myself, to slow down and enjoy the moments of motherhood, to rely on my family to play significant roles raising my daughter, to trust, and to embrace the unexpected.  It’s often what I need most!  I’m so thankful for my super family – including my husband who is embracing his role as stay-at-home dad!  Collectively, we’re a super team with a super daughter.