How to Boost Your Mood: 7 Easy Ideas

Put energy into helping another person. I work to make my daughter's annual Father Daughter Dance special. We have tea and do her nails to get ready.

Mental Health Breaks for Short-Attention-Span People

Life is a long-term self improvement project. Sometimes we just need a little break to help us feel better fast. Here are some ideas.

1. Take a Real Lunch Break

On the second School Snow Day this winter, I hit a rut. Trying to work from home with high energy kids was driving me nuts. Around lunch time, my friend Alyssa and her kids stopped over on their walk around the block. We scrounged up lunch together. [Read more…]

How To Talk About Sex & Stay Sane

I never thought to tell my toddlers not to put a big magnet against the TV screen. The green and purple spot on the TV screen is a permanent reminder of the warning that I never gave. beesThey are now 11, 12 and 13 years old. The harm they could do or have happen to them has ramped up remarkably. I feel that I’ve entered an awkward stage right along with them.  I’m fretting about how to continue to talk with them about puberty and sex.

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How to Enjoy the Journey

lauraI don’t think that the wonder/amazement/awe of being a parent has stopped for me yet! I have a 7 year old son and a 4 year old daughter. When I enter their rooms in the mornings to wake them up for school, I sometimes just stare at them in amazement. How beautiful they are! How much they’ve changed & grown! Wondering what their futures hold!

Every age & stage they have been through has had something new & wonderful for me as a mom…from their first smiles, to their first words, first day of school…the list could go on forever!
It’s so easy to get caught up in the day-to-day stuff with work and kids, but it’s so important to take a step back once in a while and just appreciate these gifts from God!

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Tyler’s Moment
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Cathy’s Moment
Melissa’s Moment
Tara’s Moment

How to Recognize Grace

bio-picHmmm… realizing my ‘momminess’ seems to occur every day. I have been gracefully giving in for some time now (and often not so gracefully). Recently, my daughter and I were screaming at each other, raging madness. I classically ‘pulled the car over’ and jumped out to look her in the eye, I was serious about whatever it was we were discussing. She so badly wanted to take a swing at me, her little hand clenched and trembling, pretending she had no intention, tears streaming…I bit my lip and loved her enough to let her hate me for that moment. And realized how deeply we were connected and how strongly my role requiring patience and calm and laughter had just been defined.

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Roberta’s Moment
Cathy’s Moment
Melissa’s Moment
Tara’s Moment

Tyler is the woman behind Periwinklebloom, a company that is about simple, inspired and kind living. It is about making art using natural things; organic cotton fibers, vegetable-based ink, clean energy and hand-crafting.

Periwinklebloom will be showcasing their exquisite organic letterpress paper goods and and 100% organic cotton children’s collection at our pre-Mother’s Day Celebration, It’s All About Mom.

How to be Grateful for What Is

r_perryI had been parenting my oldest for 2 years when I found out I was pregnant again. I was thrilled and couldn’t wait to have the family of my dreams. I miscarried at 17 weeks. This brought about 4 years of secondary infertility and all sorts of treatments and shots and 3 more miscarriages.

We decided to adopt. I had spoken to about 3 birth moms and then the phone stopped ringing. I was rather depressed but determined. I found out I was pregnant in March of ’95. Because my miscarriage rate was so high, I thought I might miss again, so I kept up with my adoption ads, but cut back some what. One week after I knew I was pregnant, I heard back from a birth mom. She said it had taken her those last 3 months to really make up her mind and she was due in May. My son was born on the 7th. We flew out to Utah when I was 14 weeks pregnant to pick up our son. It was love before first sight.

When my daughter was born the following October, My husband brought my sons to the hospital. Imagine the faces of the nurses when they saw my 6 year old, my 5 month old and a newborn all on my hospital bed. The smile on my face was now permanent and I realized at that moment that this was truly the way my family was meant to be. I now am grateful for my many misses because I would not have the complete love and joy of parenting my middle son.

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Melissa’s Moment
Tara’s Moment

Roberta is the owner of Scrubz Body Scrub, Inc. Roberta and Scrubz were recently featured in the Long Island Exchange.

How to Find New Hope

melissaWhen I found I that I was pregnant, I was ecstatic. We had been trying for months and it finally happened. We were at a great point in our lives, married and finally finished college. We had been through a lot together and thought we didn’t have anywhere to go but up from there.

Well, I was wrong. When I was five months pregnant with my son, my 23 year old brother suddenly died on the soccer field. He had the same heart condition that took our fathers life just five years earlier. My parents had me checked out as a child (because my dad had been treated for this heart condition since the age of 21) and I just had a mermor. They never checked my brother. The condition they shared was cardiomyopathy, which is basically an enlarged heart, and in our family’s situation, was hereditary.

I still can’t believe it, I am still numb to the idea. He was healthy and active, in the prime of his life. He was my best friend. He walked me down the isle at my wedding and he was my husband’s best man. I could go on and on with how amazing he was. We were so close, and at times, we were all each other had. I felt so alone. I felt like a piece of me was gone.

I could of lost it then. My brother was my rock after losing my dad. My mom has her own issues and of course was going through the worst thing that a parent could ever go through. After losing my dad, I smoked and drank, and basically got out of control.

This time, I couldn’t. I had a life inside of me, depending on me. I knew that I had to be strong for him. I knew that my brother would want me to be strong.

I thank God for my husband. He helped me plan my brother’s funeral. He helped me go to my brothers apartment and clean out his room. But the thing that really kept me strong was the day after my brother died, I went to the OB to get a heartbeat check, because of all the stress, and hearing that, I knew that I still had a reason to be here.

The day my son was born was the most amazing day of my life. After seeing so much death in my life and losing the people that I love, I finally was able to give LIFE.

My son is named after my brother, and I realize that my brother will live on through my son and I.

Amazingly, my grandmother and my brother were the only two people on either side of our family’s to have these amazing blue eyes. My son has those beautiful eyes. Now I get to see a piece of my brother for the rest of my life.

Through all of this, I still believe that I am a positive person. My son has given me reason to hope, reason to believe, and reason to LIVE.

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How to Count Your Blessings

blessingsWhen I found out I was pregnant I cried. Not because I was happy. Not because I was unhappy, but because it didn’t happen when I wanted it to. I am deeply passionate about horses. And I have been so since I was barely able to walk. I also didn’t really like kids. Even as a kid I didn’t like them. So right before I found out I was pregnant a local tack store was going out of business and I went bonkers getting stuff on sale; riding breeches, tack, etc. Then I found out I was pregnant. It was in February and I was just gearing up to get back in the saddle come spring.I cried. Now I was going to be pregnant, in the summer, and I wouldn’t be able to ride all year. I cried. I was going to be big and pregnant in the miserable, humid, Midwest summer. I cried. I wanted a child, I just wasn’t sure how badly I wanted a child. My husband cried. He was esctatic. He wanted kids before we even got married. I took a second pregnancy test, and I cried again. I was still pregnant.  My best outlet for stress was my horse, now that I was pregnant he didn’t want anything to do with me. He didn’t want his grain from me or even his favorite treats; peppermint candies. I was miserable. The next thing I knew those rotten pregnancy hormones hit and I was sick all day every day. As the baby grew I not only had all day morning sickness I had acid reflux. Unfortuntly the side effects of the medication for the acid reflux was worse than the problem it was supposed to treat. I was so sick I couldn’t even utilize my back up stress relief of yoga, bending over was a bad thing to do. No one wants to do yoga next to a pregnant woman vomiting all over the place.

I wanted a boy. I was sure I was pregnant with a boy. I had found a boy name that made me cry for hours. I actually cpntcted someone who would know the history of the boy name to learn more. We had our ultra sound and my boy was a girl. I cried. I wanted a boy. I know personally and professionally how difficult mother daughter relationships can be. I was going to have to face this, the Universe blessed me with a girl. My husband cried. He wanted a girl. The Universe blessed him with a girl. Fortunatly we had a girl name ready and waiting, Ella. It means beautiful, fanciful. I believe names have power. We chose names very carefully.

Labor stared almost 40 weeks to the day. It wasn’t comfortable in the begining. The contractions were far apart and so my husband drifted off to sleep. I did not. I fretted. I stressed. The contractions steadily became closer and closer. I woke my dear husband up. He drove me to the hospital. The contractions stopped and I almost cried. I felt like a fool. The nurse laughed at me, said it happened all the time. My husband is a chiropractor and acupuncturist. We had agreed, as did my doctor, to use acupuncture to help with contractions and pain. Unfortunatly the points for pain were on my back where the strap for the monitor was, so he couldn’t treat my pain. He was very successful at getting my contractions back and my cervix to dialate. I had planned to go natural. It only took a few trips to the bathroom, without my acupuncture needles to realize I was going to need drugs! So I asked for them. I was told it was too soon. I cried. Back labor and front labor, as I call it, was not fun. If you’ve had a child I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know. When I was far enough along my OB/GYN came in and told me, jokingly, that he had a dinner date at 5pm so I better have Ella before then or his wife would be mad. My husband was so helpful that before and after the drugs he watched the monitor to tell me when I was having contractions. Like I didn’t already know! No I did not cry, I tried to break his hand. It didn’t work. Once I had the epidural though I felt nothing. I mean nothing. I’ve heard you still know when your having contractions and still have the desire to push. Nope not me. The only way I knew I was having a contraction was Ella kicked the living crude out of my rib cage. In fact she bruised me.

Pushing was not easy. Ella was not going to come into this world easily. She locked her toes around some ribs and hung on for life. I was vomiting, I needed oxygen, Ella was not doing so well, I wanted to cry. I couldn’t. And then she finally made it. She screamed. She cried. They took her to clean her up and such. I cried. My husband left me to go to her. I cried. That first scream, was my first defining moment as a mother. I had held some small attatchment to her while pregnant. When she emerged into this world with such a strong, self-confident voice I became so in love with her I cried. I wanted my child with me whether she was bloody or clean. I knew she was not happy, she was not warm, and did not feel safe. My husband cried. Ella cried so loud my parents heard her down the hall and out a set of doors. At the time they had no idea whose baby it was. They know now. And she was born at 4:47 pm, in time for my OB/GYN to get to his dinner date. Ella still remains very verbal. She still screams and each time I smile and reconnect to her. I hope she forever keeps her voice and her self-confidence. The Universe blessed me with a baby girl. Thank you Universe.

Tara S. Dickherber, M.Ed, CPC is a Certified Professional Coach and Certified ScreamFree Parent Leader. She specializes in coaching people to create balance for life, self-confidence, and healthy parent child relationships. To learn more about Tara visit her blog at or follow her on Twitter.