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Let us start with a disclaimer: This is not a sponsored post.
Sometimes I run into incredible things. Simple, yet life changing things. I see the potential, I get involved and I feel an overwhelming need to share it with the world.
I have openly spoken before about my difficulties with being charitable. Over years I supported causes I was passionate about only to realize that I had a lot of reservations about how the business of helping was being run. Recently I broke off my long standing monthly contribution to a major charity organization because they kept sending me elaborate mail. I felt like they are pouring all the money I send them into postage and printing and not the children that needed help. Yet I really want to help. And more importantly I want my son to grow up being kind, compassionate and willing to help.
And then Mightee kids came along. To say that I love this company and what they stand for is an understatement. The plan is simple: every month they design a cute T-shirt with a certain cause in mind, send it to your child along with a lovely card that helps you explain what that particular charity stands for. From every T-shirt sold $5 goes to that cause. They bring awareness to many smaller, unknown charities which have great impact to less fortunate children around the world. Not to mention the shirts are beyond adorable too!
I am sure you will all agree it is a great idea. But what really struck a cord with me was Little J’s response to the first T-shirt we received. He was eager to discuss autism after I read him the card and explained how the T-shirt we bought will help other children. He wore it proudly and talked about how he helped someone at his show and tell in Preschool. He even offered to pitch in for next month’s T-shirt! And because it is something he will wear often it is a great reminder in his life how he too can make a difference in this world.
As you probably gathered by now I am bias. I think this is a perfect gift for your child, for your child’s friends and to take to the next baby shower you are invited to. It is a gift that will keep giving. So it really is a gift for you. Because nothing feels as good as doing good.
For all you rushing over to Mightee Kids website I have a little surprise! They gave me a code for free shipping to share with you during the month of May for your first tee.
Enter northwestmommy at the checkout.
Now go and be Mightee!
Beware: being Mightee is known to cause extreme happiness! As shown here:
As you all know I grew up with my grandparents.
On the weekends they often had their friends over, Mr. and Mrs. Kavcic. My grandma used to work with the lady and her husband was a farmer. Good, honest people. They usually arrived after dinner and I would sit at the table while they had coffee and played catch up. I loved eavesdropping on their discussions about politics and economy. Then I would say my goodnights and be send to bed. The game of cards was about to begin.
They would play tarok. It is a very interactive and competitive game and because teams are made up differently each time the banter between players is brilliant. It was at least in our house. I used to sneak out of bed, walk across the long hallway of our old apartment and hide behind the closed kitchen door. And listen. They were so funny and full of life. Not the kind of people I knew, serious and old-fashioned, with strict rules and all around adult and responsible behavior. They laughed and shouted, they teased each other and banged on the table as cards fell down on the antique wood.
It was a very rare time for me to peak into lives of my parents. Sure I lived with them and after my grandfather retired when I was six the three of us were always together. But it was old school parenting. They never played with me tea parties or did crafts. I followed my grandpa around doing things he did or liked. I played by myself. Or went outside to the playground and played with other children. It was different. And sometimes I think that it might have been better.
I often wonder if my son really thinks of me as an adult. Sure he says I am old, a lot. But does he understand the difference between adults and children? Like the other day when he said to me we should punish daddy for being late. Or ignoring my plea to put his socks on for the 13th time. Was I like that? I doubt I would have gotten away with it.
A few weeks ago my husband invited his colleague and old friend whom he has not seen in years over for dinner while he was visiting town. It was close to Little J’s bed time so after we ate I excused us and went upstairs to get him ready for the night. He brushed his teeth and put his PJ’s on and I asked if he wants to go down to say good bye to Daddy’s friend.
From the top of the stairs I heard him say:
“It was nice meeting you. Hope you come back to visit us soon. Good night.”
He pinched some popcorn and came back up. I tucked him in and kissed him good night.
I think my grandpa would be proud.
Look, I know all about leading by example.
I live and breathe it everyday. Even in my most tired and lazy state I will never skip tooth brushing or forget to put my seatbelt on. I try never to loose my manners or swear. And no matter how tiny the paper, I recycle it. No matter how bad the rain, I take waste to the compost. I even treat everyone the way I would want to be treated. Yes, even the staff at the coffee shop drive thru that get my order wrong EVERY SINGLE TIME. But more on that subject some other day.
Last night my son was eating an apple. He has his own little strange system. He meticulously peals off little bits of skin at the time and then bites into it. Yes, I offered to peel it for him. Yes, I tried reasoning. But you know what, he is eating an apple and that is what matters.
Except he joined me in the bathroom and handed me the tiniest apple skin flake. Because I guess same as my husband is convinced I should be the middleman between him and the dishwasher my son decided I should be his assistant in garbage disposal. I stood right next to the toilet, so I dropped it in. I was busy with something, my hands were full and it is what it is. Honestly, the fragment in question was smaller then the tip of your nail.
Next thing I know I ask my son if he is finished with it so we can start getting ready for bed. He informs me that he was done with it and flushed it down the toilet. WHAT ?!@#@!?
Fast forward to this morning and Little J telling me he cannot flush his potty. I will spare you all the details. Let’s just say I now know how to remove the toilet and that my wrists are not as delicate as they once were. Also toilet bowls are insanely heavy and I wish I had an elephant handy to lift this exquisite piece of porcelain.
Never one to miss the opportunity to educate I made my son watch. I hope he will never follow my example in such manner again.
So to recap, do not under any circumstances throw anything in the loo in front of your child. They will multiply the item times 713, use your moment of weakness as an excuse, repeat your slip up and make you regret it for eternity.
Also as much as I am great at DIY plumbing I will stick to photography as my main trade. So remember to pass by tomorrow for a chance to win one of my art prints.
Come on, tell me:
Did I bring this upon myself?