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The Drops That Filled A Bucket

The Drops That Filled A Bucket

……As single drops of water fill a bucket, so do small deeds of good.

– Buddha

Photo Courtesy of Water.org

A diverse group of bloggers was assembled by The mission List to join forces in a Water.org campaign 10 Days 10 Lives. Our goal over 10 days was to collectively raise enough money to provide 100 people clean water for life. This was a passion project for all of us. Some are mothers who cannot stand the thought of another mother having to lose her child from an easily preventable disease due to unclean water. Others have families who have been directly impacted by the lack of access to water, or they are travelers who have seen first hand the challenges of developing nations in water crisis. So for nine days we have blogged, tweeted, and posted in all our social media outlets, raising awareness and funds towards our goal. And we did it! By day 9 we have reached our goal of providing clean water to 100 people, and 13 more! Now with one day left we are inspired! We are inspired by what we were able to achieve together as a group. Now we want to see how far over that goal we can get by the end of our campaign tomorrow. $25.00 can provide clean water for life for one person, and there is still time to donate. Below is a shout out o all of the amazing bloggers who participated along side me in this campaign! It is truly amazing what can be achieved by small acts of good when pooled together.

Although we reached above and beyond our goal, there are so many others in need of water resources, and you can still help with us until tomorrow night, or as always with Water.org .
Below is a shout out to all of the bloggers who worked to reach our goal! Congratulations ladies!

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http://www.documama.org (and me of course!)
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Inspiring Women: Navyn Salem

Inspiring Women: Navyn Salem

 

Excerpt from A life Changing Visit To Niger on The Plumpy’Blog

 

Navyn in the Plumpy’nut training room where the moms are educated about how and why this product is used.

As I stood in the malnutrition ward of a regional hospital, my chest tightened, and I had to work hard to keep my composure. There were no welcoming smiles, only blank, empty stares. My camera, normally always at the ready, dropped down to my side. I couldn’t bring myself to snap images of so many children and mothers in despair. To my left, a little girl lay on a bed, emaciated, listless, and very alone. I didn’t know her story. “Where is her mother?” I asked myself. All I could do was watch her chest rise and fall – as I did with my own newborn girls – and I clung to the possibility that, in this place, because of the nutritional peanut-paste we make, her life would continue.”   -Navyn Salem, Executive Director, Edesia Global Nutriton Solutions

Navyn Salem was shocked when she first heard the drastic statistics on global child malnutrition, and she was amazed that she had not heard about it sooner.  As a mother herself she could not imagine a parent having to lose a child to something as easy to resolve as malnutrition, so the former stay-at-home mother of four, took it upon herself to do something about it.  With over 23 million children suffering from malnutrition in some form, and the cause of about one third of all child deaths globally, she realized there was not enough attention on the issue, and yet it seemed the simplest to tackle.  Her father was born in Tanzania,  and as an area that she had a connection to, she knew that she wanted to give back to that part of the world.    Five years ago the seeds for Edesia were planted. She began by speaking with experts, with a goal to increase access to products already out there, by expanding research and studying best practices until she developed a plan.

Photo By Navyn Salem: A first taste of Plumpy’nut is required before leaving the clinic.

Navyn worked with Nutriset, a French company already producing ready to use therapuetic and supplementary food products.  These products were revolutionary because unlike previous supplements available to treat malnutrition, they did not need clean water or refrigeration, two things scarce in much of the developing world.   Edesia began by opening it’s first plants in Africa, where it created jobs for production workers, helped local farmers and by producing the products locally, cutting shipment costs and lead time to access to the life saving nutritional aid when needed in the area. These plants are part of the Plumpyfield Network which is comprised of fourteen partners, twelve of which are located in developing countries.  The network strives to create nutritional autonomy in countries where malnutrition is prevalent. Plants in the Plumpyfield Network have continued to be opened  in the areas of the world that need them most such as Niger, Ethiopia, Tanzania, Haiti, and The Democratic Republic of Congo, putting to use local human resources and raw materials. Most of these production facilities are being run by women, which is striking in areas of the world where women would not traditionally have the opportunity for such a leadership role.

Photo By Navyn Salem: Using the muac tape. This child is severely malnourished as you can see the red.

 

The products are peanut based and filled with nutrients, unlike here in North America, peanut allergies are not an issue in these populations. Plumpy Nut, the Edesia product used to treat the most severe cases of malnutrition can bring a child from the brink of starvation back to health in just four to six weeks of use. Three years ago Edesia opened a production plant in Navyn’s home state of Rhode Island, it was the height of the recession and provided much needed jobs to the area.    West and East Africa have the greatest need for the products produced by Edesia, and with drought becoming more frequent, and weather patterns becoming more severe, the need to put early warning systems in place and invest in agricultural development in these areas is critical to success. Despite what may seem an a bleak issue to some, Navyn remains optimistic.

Photo By Navyn Salem: Women sorting Peanuts by hand for use in the Plumpy’nut products.

She told me that she sees the potential within a couple of decades of investment in African agriculture and infrastructure as beneficial to the rest of the world. Africa is a large continent with untapped agricultural resources poised to become a net exporter of food that will benefit populations globally.  Meanwhile better planning and strategies such as early warning systems and pre-positioning of supplies  in advance are critical in getting help in time to those who need it most.  She says that although sometimes it seems insurmountable, when she sees what a better solution Plumpy Nut has provided than previously available it gives her hope.  The solution exists, she believes and increasing awareness is just one step in the right direction.  In the meantime until we figure out better solutions to agricultural issues Navyn says that when she sees just one child’s life saved by these products, she knows that is one family who has been spared the grief of losing that child and it is all worth it.

 

 

 

 

Books For Tiny World Travelers

Books For Tiny World Travelers
Books For Tiny World Travelers

Both my husband and I love to travel, so when we had kids we were determined to continue to do so.  Our fist child had traveled to Turkey, France, England, South Korea, and Hawaii by the time she was two.  We made it back to Turkey with two kids, and then came children number three and four. With the cost and the accessories that come with four kids ages six and under, our travel as a family came to a halt.  My husband and I continued to travel, but were lucky enough to be able to leave the kids with my in-laws at home when we did.  Still determined to bring them up as global citizens, we would bring back tokens from abroad and always search for children’s books to read to them that incorporated other cultures in the stories.  I was thrilled when Sataya House Publications asked me if I’d like to review their children’s series  “I See the Sun in …” , which is a series of bilingual picture books that takes children around the world to sample different cultures along the way.  These are exactly the types of books that I love to share with my children.  Author, Dedie King, was a Peace Corps volunteer in Nepal, and has spent much time in all of the countries she writes about. Each of the “I See The Sun In…” books are written in English and translated by a native speaker of the language of the country she is writing about.  I love having the written language of the country we are reading about along side the English words to show the kids examples of different languages in writing.  The books have won awards and have been well received by parents, teachers and children alike. The series is currently available in the titles “I See the Sun in…: Nepal, China, Afghanistan, Russia, and Mexico, with more countries in the works.  When I read the books with my younger kids I loved the questions that they brought up, and the interest in these other cultures that I could see it spark in them.  In the past couple of years we’ve begun to take the kids with us again when we go abroad.  We did a family trip to Canada,  the older two came to France with us last spring, and we took a family trip to Alaska this summer.  It has only recently become easy to travel with them again without needing all of the car seats, boosters, diaper bags, bottles, portable high chairs, and clothing changes, plus they can pull their own luggage, which is huge.  Now that it is easier, we look forward to exposing them to foreign cultures through travel, and in the mean time these books can help us pave the way to understanding the beautiful diversity that makes up our world around us.

 

 

 

 

 

* I received free copies of the above books for the purpose of review, all opinions are my own and not swayed in any way by outside sources.

 

 

The Pickup Artist; A Girl Looking For Girlfriends

The Pickup Artist; A Girl Looking For Girlfriends

I rushed into my husbands’ arms when he came home from work, planted a kiss, and announced,  “Honey! I picked up a woman at the zoo today!”  Now, I know what you are thinking, but please don’t judge me, it was a moment of desperation.  You see we had moved to a new state a couple of months before, neither of us knowing a soul.  We enjoyed exploring on the weekends together, but during the week, while he went to work, and engaged with other adults, I was keeping company with our 4 year old, 2 year old and 3 month old.  The most sophisticated conversations I had in a typical day contained words like “boo boo” and “sippy cup”.  As you might imagine by the time my husband walked through that door in the evening, I tackled him with pent up conversation, plans to go out, or threw the screaming, kids at him, and hid.  I knew that these were not the greatest receptions from his long days of work.  I also knew what I needed.  Girlfriends.

It had been much easier to make friends in school, at work, or in playgroup, but as an adult with none of the outlets listed available, I found myself at a loss.  That day I had been at the Zoo with aforementioned children, and noticed a woman at the Terrapin tank.  Sure she was pretty, also fashionably dressed, but what attracted me to her,

Photo by Bob Packert

Photo by Bob Packert

were the two children by her side.  They looked to be similar ages to my two oldest, so I made my move.  I walked away from my children, and sidled up to the Terrapin tank (not unlike a bar, sans hair flip), then called them over.   “Look, it’s a Diamondback turtle!” I exclaimed, sounding a bit too loud and excited, but sure enough, my children took the bait and rushed over, and the other kids looked up at me.  Their mother now noticed me too.  I took my opportunity, and struck up conversation.  It turned out we only lived a few streets apart, and as our kids began to chatter about the turtles, we exchanged pleasantries and eventually numbers to set up a play date. I was elated! I had a friend!

I feel blessed years later to have filled my life with local friends whom I cherish, and feel like I’ve always known.  When I think back to how I got to this point, and remember that void, I wonder how I ever survived those first few months here without them.  The truth is that I was within two hours drive of my very best childhood friends. On occasion when my husband was at work, I would toss the kids in the car and drive for hours just for girlfriend therapy.  It was after a couple of days of driving an hour

My Childhood “Friendevers”

one way to see one friend, and then two hours in the other direction the next day to see another that I realized my desperate situation.  I would always have my “Friendevers” to run to, I knew that, but I had to face that my home was here ,and I needed to make friends here.  I needed someone I could call up on short notice just to get together for coffee without three hours round trip in the car.

The process of finding friends struck me as not terribly unlike dating, Searching out another soul looking to connect.  Wanting, no, hoping, to be attractive, and interesting enough for them to want to see you again. There were good play dates and bad along the way.  Some of the charming, funny, and magnetic women turned out to be similar to those charismatic bad boys that had once seemed so alluring, but could be hurtful, and untrue. There were women who I met who already had a close-knit group, with no time to add new friends to their lives. Then there were pleasant surprises, finding the most genuine, funny and caring friend I could wish for in someone who had flown under my radar.    I joined all the playgroups, book clubs, and parent teacher groups I could find, and through it all friends with common interests filtered through and filled my life in a way that only good girlfriends can.   Sure I had some one-night stands along the way, but when looking for friends,  the soul mates are the ones I was truly after.

 

 

 

 

A version of this post was previously seen on www.amomknowsbest.com

The Truth Behind Our Family Photo Shoot

The Truth Behind Our Family Photo Shoot

Photo by Michelle Amarante

As summer approaches it is time for me to start thinking about when to book the photographer for our annual family picture. If you look at the photo smiling out at you from our yearly holiday card, taken on an idyllic beach, you’ll see six happy faces of a family clutching each other with love. Every year I schedule a family photo shoot to get that picture. Every year we get one. I mean JUST ONE. Out of the hundreds of pictures the photographer snaps, there is usually only one photograph where we are all happy, and looking presentable enough to send out to everyone we know. The rest, the outtakes, tell a different story. They tell the truth behind all those happy smiling family photo cards you get in the mail each year. If you have a family of your own, with small children, and have been through this process, you know what I’m talking about. They are much more work than the ease conveyed in the final photo.

Outtakes from back when we only had two kids to wrangle!

Photo by Odessa Cozzolino

It begins at home hours before we leave. I run around and pull together complimentary outfits for everyone. Each year I come up against protests about the outfits from the girls as though I had asked them to be tarred and feathered. The boys have usually outgrown what I’ve laid out, since they wear their white button down dress shirts so infrequently, and they can’t stand having to change outfits. The kids complain and drag their feet, and it takes much shouting and cajoling to get everyone in the car. By this point I have usually given up on the complimentary outfits, and the neat hair. Around this time I may even be reduced to shouting something childish like “Fine! I don’t care what the rest of you look like in the picture as long as I look good!” As we drive to the beach, my husband is getting cranky due to all the bickering and back talk. He questions the need for the professional family photo, and usually chooses this moment to find out what it is costs. Now my husband and I are bickering too. I try to remind him that the outcome will be worth it. When we arrive at the beach, I am already apologizing to the photographer for our motley state. As we begin to try to pose, at least one child is freezing and miserable. We bribe, threaten and tickle to get the desired simultaneous smiles from all four kids. Last year we added our, as yet untrained dog to the chaos. He was kicked out of the family photo after about 5 minutes for stepping on one of the kids and making them cry. Once again, we ultimately got the shot. Just one (almost) perfect photo of our precious family, and the dog even made it in. Having that one picture that captures the moment in time is so worth all the trouble we go through to get it. We cherish the time line of our growing family that we now have, and we can laugh when we scan back over the years of our family pictures, knowing the chaos that went into capturing them. In turn we love getting our friends holiday cards with pictures of their kids each year, and look forward to seeing how our friends families have grown as well. Just for the record, the smiling faces don’t fool us, we know what may have gone into getting that happy family picture!

 

This post was revised from a version previously posted on www.amomknowsbest.com