tutus & sparkles

The life of a working mom with two little girls who love tutus & sparkles


I rarely touch on topics that are heavy.  It’s not that I don’t want to, I just see myself as an optimist and I like to write about fun and silly things in a world that continues to be downright scary.  However, there was no way I could not write about this.


The first thing I want to say is, if you have not checked out this hashtag on twitter, whether you are male or female, I highly suggest you do.  It is a powerful hashtag to say the least and the reasons why women aren’t reporting, haven’t reported, and continue not to report bring us into a harsh reality that many may not be willing to accept.

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It’s never too late.

Ten years ago, I had started classes at Iona College.  It was amazing.  I loved everything about it.  I had three absolutely amazing years of my life making countless friendships and memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life.

I didn’t finish my degree.  Everyone kept telling me, that I would probably never go back to school once I left, and for a really long time, it seemed like that was going to be true.  I just wasn’t putting in the effort needed and I didn’t have the drive and so I thought those three years of college classes and tests and academics were just going to be a part of my past. 

Eventually I decided that I didn’t want to quit or give up.  I had promised myself when I left Iona in 2009 that I would finish my college degree for myself.  That it was an important goal and something that I refused to sacrifice just because I chose to have a child and move home and change the path I was on.

” You cannot fail unless you quit, so don’t quit. “

Let’s fast forward to today.  This is my first day of classes for what I like to call, my very super senior year.  In the past 10 years I have learned more about myself and taught myself so much about what it truly means to not give up.

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It’s been 11 years…

I can’t believe that it has been 11 long years. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime while other times it seems like yesterday.  

It’s been 11 years since I heard your voice.  

It’s been 11 years since I held your hand.  

It’s been 11 years since I last talked to you and told you about something going on in my life.

It’s been 11 years since I knew what you were thinking.

It’s been 11 years since you were sick. 

It’s been 11 years since I sat by your bedside.

It’s been 11 years since I took my senior pictures.

It’s been 11 years since I had to say my final goodbye.

This day for me isn’t easy but over the years, I have accepted it.  It’s not a day where I particularly miss you, because I always miss you, but it is just a day that reminds me this is the day I had to say goodbye.  This is the day you left us.  This is the day you finally got peace and no longer had to fight.  This is the day, I realized life was going to change forever. This is the day I realized that I would no longer have my mother physically.  This is the day that I would no longer have you by my side.  I won’t hear your voice, your guidance, your support, your harsh but much-needed words.  This day for me, just sucks. 

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The Golden Rule.

I remember this was one of the biggest things I learned during my childhood and I always kept it in the back of my head.  I also remind my children of this same saying every day.  Do you want someone to be mean to you and bully you?  No?  Then don’t ever do it to another person.  Treat others how you want to be treated.  I think the world may need a refresher on this because it seems that instead of supporting each other and bringing each other up when we need it most we are quick to judge, place blame, and shame other people when we could easily find ourselves in the same situation.

When I signed up for Facebook and other social media outlets it was to keep in touch with people.  People who went to different colleges than myself, family who wasn’t close, etc.  I didn’t join Facebook to be judged, to be hated, or to be shamed.  Granted, I haven’t.  But in recent events, I have seen it happen more and more and it is absolutely disgusting.  I would love to know if you would say those same things if you weren’t sitting behind a computer screen and you were face to face with another person.  Would you still be a bully?  Would you still cast judgement and question every single adult decision that was made?  What if someone did that to you?  What if someone questioned every decision you made as an adult or a parent?  How would that make you feel?  What if someone sat behind a computer screen all day and just wrote terrible things about your life choices?  I highly doubt that is something you would want to experience.  It’s not that hard to be a decent human being.  If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.  I didn’t join social media to watch a bunch of grown adults bully other adults for things that have happened.   And sure, I could easily delete all my accounts and never read another comment, but why should I have to do that.  I can easily ignore the comments and I have many times, but you hear it everywhere.  It’s even on the news, other parents shaming these parents for x, y, and z.  It makes me sick that god forbid something happen to my children in an accident and the world chooses to tell me what an awful parent I am instead of supporting me in a time I would need it most.

Here is just a few examples:

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Today, for me, is a big day.

Today, I hit a major life accomplishment in my book.

I have been vocal in the past about going to College as an Adult and the exhausting journey it has been.  I promised myself when I first left college to start a family that I would finish my degree by the time I was 30 and I was determined to finish that goal.  After numerous changes in my majors, taking semesters off here and there or only taking one class, I decided to buckle down and go back to school full-time so I could finish my goal.  It hasn’t been an easy one but I wouldn’t change that.  In fact, it has taught me amazing time management skills and how to push myself when I needed it most.  Sure, sometimes I make a pot of coffee at 9PM so I can stay up long enough to finish all my homework and I probably don’t sleep nearly as much as  I should, but taking this journey to get where I am today taught me a lot about myself.  I finally found a major I truly knew I wanted my degree in, I finally was able to realize my full potential, and I finally believed in myself.

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7 Years Ago; Two Pink Lines

My journey with motherhood started 7 years ago.  I was living in an apartment with my fabulous roommates in New York and doing everything but going to class.

It all started as a joke on a Sunday night.  I was hanging out with my roommates and my cousin and I think one of my roommates boyfriends who I was meeting for the first time.  We were crowded in the living room making jokes when I made some comment and somehow this turned into a comical trip to the 24 CVS nearby to buy a pregnancy test, something at the time I couldn’t even afford myself.

Well soon after we got back, as we are all laughing at how funny this whole situation was, it turned very serious as that second pink line showed up on all three pregnancy tests I took almost instantly.

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