What Are You Passionate About?


Finding your passion (or passions) in life is such an amazing gift.  Many people float their entire lifetimes searching for something that truly engages them in a meaningful way.

I think it you are one of the lucky ones, it is because you were fortunate to be exposed to it (and/or born with a rare, innate talent/disposition such as a Mozart or Leonardo DiVinci - gah! No pressure there!) and secondly, that you are brave enough to persist in your area of interest until you master it.

I don’t know a single person that lived a successful life that didn’t have passion for something they found meaningful. Whether you are an inventor (like Steve Jobs), a teacher, conservationist, parent, artist, philanthropist, rain maker or CEO, it all happens from a place of joy and excitement in the pursuit of what we love and find to be worthwhile.

I especially love what Mr. Jobs has to say about hiring and developing talented people. The best leaders are those who recognise, cultivate and value a highly skilled team. Leaders who understand the magic that occurs from a passionate, collaborative collective. So, what’s your  passion?

Winter is Coming

Summer in the city is a sight to fall in love with. Flowers blooming in unexpected
places, bocce players in Bryant park, Mr. Softy on street corners, drifting
through the village for late night coffee outside at crowded cafe tables, summer
dresses and tons of tourists who seem surprised at how hot it gets
(there is a reason so many flock to the Hamptons through August!).

In a city with so many buildings, fall is fleeting...yet the winters are magical.
People are breaking out their boots and jackets, flirting with winter wear on the
chillier days. We are looking forward to ice skating at the park, wandering
through museums, seeing the tree come up at Rock Center, hot chocolate at La
Maison Du Chocolate and tea at the Plaza after long, cold walks.

City landmarks look so different in winter white and dressed in elaborate lights.
Window dressings, festive shopping bags and perhaps a Broadway show or three.
I do miss the old Tavern on the Green. Champagne cocktails while looking through
the crystal room at thousands of twinkling lights woven through bare winter
branches. Ah, well. We have our memories and changes can be unexpectedly
delightful. Just like the seasons.

Mummy or Mommy?


Today I feel more of a mummy than mommy. Ever have those days? When you are fighting off a cold and going through the motions of daily life like a zombie while what you really want to do is succumb to exhaustion? These are times when I throw away the checklists and listen in to what I really need.

Today it was about skipping errands that are not important. Ordering in dinner and playing checkers by firelight. Losing those games with a smile at my opponent's glee. Reading and being read to without feeling guilty about the 101 things on that checklist. I'll worry about preparing the garden for winter tomorrow. Tonight I am content with being a mummy. A mummy with a hot cup of Theraflu. Mmmmm.





Boys to Men

Lately I have been thinking about men.

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It started with the search for winter outerwear. Since our son is out of the cute Janie and Jack era, it has been a struggle to find excellent quality clothing for boys that also look “cool” enough for his changing sensibilities. Popular catalogs this season are 90% adorable girl clothing and 10% okay boy clothing. Even the mall stores carry an enormous selection for girls and just a small, out of the way section for boys. I've also been noticing a huge array of interesting toys for girls in the market – with just a couple of aisles of standard cars, balls and robots for boys. What gives?

It has made me look closer at the world around me.  Have we become a society so focused on the development of girls that we are leaving the boys behind? Educational research has proven that boys learn differently than girls yet public and many private schools are still taught primarily by women with a female influenced perspective. The issue is not boys versus girls. It's about encompassing all aspects about the individual. Women and men are equal in their contributions at every level of society. Yet equal does not mean exactly the same.

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I love my wild boy – we just also expect him to say excuse me and avoid mowing down small children and grandmothers without stopping to check if there is a pulse.

I have taken for granted the loving influence of gentlemen in my life – particularly how they influenced my own feelings of self. Don’t we want to develop young men who can rule the world - as well as cook a meal? Gentlemen don’t develop in a vacuum. More than anything I want my son to find true love in his life. The kind that sustains you and lifts you with laughter during the difficult times and holds your hand as life unfolds.
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Of course I want him to rule the world with wisdom and grace – yet in those life changing moments I want him to be a strong and whole partner in any relationship he chooses. The reality is that I am raising someone’s future husband, father and grandfather. I am eternally grateful to my in-laws for teaching my husband how to love deeply and steadfastly. To be a stand up guy who solves problems and doesn’t run…from anything. That comes from good examples.

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Today I thought about my father and my uncles. I recently lost a much beloved uncle and his loss is still taking me by surprise. Those unexpected moments when you are thinking about seeing him again only to realize there are no more opportunities. It is my second one, the first passing several years ago. These men stood guard over me and taught me life lessons from a masculine perception. In their youth they stood straight and tall, men who look you in the eye and shake your hand with a solid grip. In middle age and beyond, they are still just as wonderful.

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My father is the epitome of the perfect guy. No one is without fault, yet my Dad is pretty close. He never has a bad word to say about anyone and he stands up for what he believes in, no matter the cost. He has done well in life by staying true to his values and as a parent he cared more about molding my character than in buying my love. He taught me to drive a stick, change a tire and keep a checkbook. He has always challenged me and that has taught me to feel capable - regardless of gender. 


There were other male influences.


One uncle served in the Vietnam war and suffered the disability of losing both his legs. From him I learned about the stalwart grace of the human spirit. I have never heard him complain about the great pain he must experience on those occasions he gives up his artificial legs for a wheelchair. I never saw him take out his frustrations on his family. I never heard him blame someone else for his troubles. He raced cars and did as he pleased. A handsome man, his smile could light up Madison Square Garden. A man with an unlimited supply of jokes, he has suffered more in needless remorse for the one occasion he reprimanded me (well deserved!) than he has ever communicated about
his physical condition. He taught me to never feel sorry for myself,
to choose happiness and craft my own perceptions about life.

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My father’s brother is a man of God. A talented musician (as is my Dad), he comes from a very long line of preachers. He has selflessly dedicated his life to sharing this love with communities around the world.  When I was a little girl I thought he was Elvis Presley. He gave me a love of practical jokes and the values to follow one's own path in life, regardless of where others walk.

My gentle Dayi is my husband’s uncle – mine by marriage and mine by fierce claim. He passed this fall and his loss is offset by the legacy of love and warmth he left behind. He was a beloved husband, father, brother, son, grandfather and uncle. Generous and kind, soft spoken and fun loving. My son gets his avid and unusual ability to solve any puzzle at dazzling speed. At a time when I was a young woman lost in a foreign country and lonely, he took me under his wing and folded me in without judgments or reservations about our cultural differences. He made me loved for just being me.

My husband treasures his own memories of his father and uncles - the men who came before. The men who set positive examples of how to conduct yourself as a gentleman in life. He has many treasured friends who act as uncles to our son – lucky boy. He also treasures the women in his life. The women who taught him how to treat a woman, who taught him to view a woman as an equal partner in life and to value and cultivate unconditional love.
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Although women, like my mother, have been a significant influence in who I am, in retrospect, it is the guidance and examples of good men that give equal impact to the development of any human being. The Ying is nothing without the Yang. Our reflection of self from both genders impacts who we become. For all our differences, we all want to be happy in our lives.

So as much as I am raising a boy, I also have the responsibility of raising a human being who we want to make a positive impact on others with his own light – perhaps even with a daughter. He has lots of wonderful men in his life (and women!) that set the bar high.
I hope he shines as bright as those who came before him.

How to ( not ) be a class mom!

I love being involved with my son's school. I love the idea of it. I like his teachers and we are pretty passionate in our house about homework and spelling tests. With that said, I learned a lot last year about my limits. Excited about our son's new adventure into Kindergarten, I was the parent in the front row feverishly taking notes at orientation while my husband actually had conversations with other people. I signed up for every parent/volunteer event I thought I could handle (ha!).  I signed up for year book photos, festivals and events I had no idea experience with. I ignored the wiser mothers in my life who shook their heads and advised me to pare it down. I had no idea what a "class mom" was exactly in this day and age, yet I was determined to be the best one ever!

hmmm.

I really did try my best, yet it was not a natural fit. I admire -and am grateful for -the moms who devote themselves to ensuring all of our children enjoy special events throughout the year. As a volunteer, I found myself too...impatient to truly enjoy each and every experience (What is the true ROI for these fundraisers? Is every child having a GREAT time? How do we improve this process for next year? Whose minding that crazy child over there...oh, wait that's my kid...).   I really enjoyed getting to know people but my main goal was to be there for Monkey. Running around like a manic person actually made me less present for him.


The end result of my experience is that I signed up for nothing this year. That's right. Big zero. I will join in the fun if it works with my family priorities and our schedules. I will always donate goods when asked and be present when it makes sense for us and it means something to Monkey (like an upcoming mystery reader stint). And I will definitely be donating generously to the PTA this year...

For fun, here are a few pictures last year when I did a Halloween craft for Monkey's class. It took me 6 hours over two nights to hand cut little bat bodies and it took them 10 minutes to complete. The candy boxes and cellophane were from Michael's. It was fun - yet this year I am delivering food made by someone else as I intend to keep my eyes on Monkey as he dazzles in his Star Wars costume. He'll be happy with my undivided attention - inside or outside the classroom.




NYC Food Carts


As a Midwest transplant I always enjoy the surprise and delight of visiting relatives when they witness the diversity of New York City first hand. Not just the people - also the food. For tourists and dedicated foodies alike, NYC restaurants offer an amazing variety that suits any palette or preference.

On recent outings, I began to notice that the most casual dining available in the Big Apple is just as diverse. Let me preface by admitting that I DO NOT eat at these carts (with the exception of a hot dog - or "dirty water dog" - shared with my dad in 1994 because he really wanted the experience...). This is not because of any health concerns - thousands of people enjoy cart food every day and I am sure they are just fine. I just happen to be a bit of a germaphobe and...anyway. Here are a few pics of NYC food carts. I think they add to the uniquely artful NYC backdrop...street art that simply looks wicked cool.


Indian...
Crepes...
Hot dogs...
Dumplings...
                                                                     Lobster Rolls...
                                                                            Gyros...

and this cute little guy...
                                                                love the sombrero.








Traveling for Business - a how-to-guide for moms who are new to it

From a work standpoint, I am well into gear for fourth quarter. It is a challenge akin to preparing for the homecoming game. You have your strategy well in hand and are navigating last minute interference while keeping end of quarter performance goals in sight. For me that means a bit more travel. Most working moms (including myself) don’t particularly enjoy traveling on business - especially while your children are young.
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As an example, I recall the plight of a breastfeeding colleague whose stored milk leaked all over a fellow passenger’s carry on. She was embarrassed but mostly upset to lose two days worth of pumped breast milk. Luckily she laughs about it today. Personally, I tried to really cut down on business travel when the enormous, seismic pull of a helpless infant and/or toddler existed. Once your children are more self-sufficient, however, things do get a lot easier.

Here are my two truths to share regarding successful business trips for working moms:
  1. You will be too busy on these trips to experience more than a tolerable amount of guilt. Sounds crazy but it's true for me. The week or two beforehand is really the worst of it. Once you are engaged in the purpose of your trip, your focus is pretty much tied up. To get to this place requires a bit of preparation – which I’ll share below.
  2. As much as you might think your child(ren) are pining in heartbreak without you...they are not.
They are enjoying forbidden Burger King with Dad. They are wheedling him into breaking rules and they are successful at it. They are jumping on the couch in wrestling battles and watching too much television. They are playing computer games with animated zombies that drive monster trucks over unsuspecting pedestrians. They are playing Wii after bedtime on a school night and your floors will acquire mysterious stains that no one knows anything about.
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The man you married, who agreed that children without boundaries are a result of bad parenting, will drive him two towns over to buy out of season FIREWORKS. When you call to check in, they will give you the bum’s rush in order to get back to their next adventure. As much as we mothers are the glue that hold our families and civilization in check, it's fun for them to be barbarians once in a while. Not that I would tell them this. The truth is - great fathers pretty much rule. They hide the bad stuff from you until you get home.

The weeks before are my guilty weeks so I distract myself with preparations. Here is what I do:
  1. Spend a Sunday making and freezing meals such as lasagna, meatloaf and chicken Marsala, which they will never eat because they are eating out every night.
  2. Create lots of sweet or funny notes and hide them in sock drawers and shoes. Ask husband to place a note each day in your child’s snack or lunch box. You will find these later in the bottom of his backpack.
  3. Create a video of you reading a chapter or two from the current bedtime book. This will never be seen because of all the Wii time he is getting in.
  4. Select and hang up school clothes for the week after checking the extended weather forecast. Pin signs with days of the week on each set so that he wears the right shoes for gym and has a jacket on the chillier day.
  5. E-mail or speak with his teachers so that they are prepared that your child might be sad at school on those days and need a little extra TLC. He won’t need the TLC but he will certainly milk it if necessary (aka gets a reminder about talking too much during circle time).
  6. Buy little presents and ask the hubby to go on a clue hunt to find one each night. This one is really for the second half of an extended trip and is purely motivated by guilt and an egotistical need to still be remembered as a fun parent, although out of sight. This will backfire on you as Daddy will get the credit and he will take the credit without any of that regrettable guilt that you felt in the first place.
  7. Before leaving, really talk up the airport gift you will be bringing home for him.
  8. When packing for the trip, remember to include one “something” that belongs to him but that he can live without. A discarded baby blanket or a stuffed bear. Take pictures of this “something” in your hotel room or other location to e-mail an adventure story about. Make sure your Itouch or IPad is stocked with your favorite family photos, music, movie and an app that allows you to connect virtually - such as Skype. Sleep with the bear at night. Ditto for your husband’s t-shirt.
These steps are mostly completed in the pre-trip haze of guilt. Again, once you are on the way to the airport your focus will shift and it will be an amazing miracle when it happens. Knowing your family is able to exist (yet never wants to) without you is oddly comforting.

And trust me. As difficult and lonely as it may seem to be, sitting in a hotel room at the end of a long day (and thousands of miles away from your beloved family) not hearing someone call your name fifty times in a row or ask for the remote control the moment it hits your hand - just may rank up there with a spa day.
The thing about leaving is that there is a wonderful reunion. Lots of laundry – but a very happy family waiting for you to return.