Embracing My Inner Hippy











{May 16, 2010}   My Body – My Beauty

As a woman, I’ve pretty much struggled with my body image most of my life.   I have a feeling that most women reading this are nodding their heads in agreement – that they too, have struggled most of their lives as well.   How sad is that?   We can blame it on the media and the distorted image of beauty that they propel.  We can blame it on peer pressure.  We can blame it on genetics.  We can even blame it on that extra helping of dessert.    The cause is not so much important as the solution or rather the resolution. 

I’ve always carried extra weight around my middle.  That’s just where my family and I carry our baggage.  Self consciously, I would always suck in my belly.  In other pathetic attempts, I would hide myself in huge tops.    I felt inferior to those thinner than me. 

Even when I began dating my husband and realized that he thought I was beautiful and loved me exactly the way I was, I still felt like a failure.  

Quite honestly, the more I felt like a failure for not falling into society’s ideal of the perfect body, the more I sabotaged myself by emotionally eating. It would temporarily quiet down my feelings of inadequacy. 

Then I became pregnant and a lot of wonderful things began happening.  My body inside and out was changing as I began to help G-d prepare this miracle for the world.  As I realized all that my body was doing, something else changed – I started looking at my body in a new light and started seeing something that was beautiful!  As my stomach continued to round, I embraced the changes and often stared at my naked self in the mirror. 

After Tangerine’s birth, I continued (and still continue) to love my body.  I realize that I carried something so special, something so rare, and something so miraculous inside.  I am now, with that same body, nourishing the life of my beautiful daughter.  

Is my body perfect? Hardly.  But I’m now embracing my imperfections as something so natural and so beautiful. 

I continue to exercise and try to eat as healthy as I can.  But I no longer hide behind tents – I wear tops that fit me.  Most times, I don’t even suck in my belly (some habits are hard to break all together). 

When I do start to have a negative feeling about my body image, I just look at my daughter and realize just how beautiful we both are.

So what’s the resolution to poor body image?  Is it go out and have a baby?  Only if that’s the point you’re at in your life and it’s part of your plan.  The real resolution is to realize all that your body can do – even just eating, sleeping, breathing, and circulating blood.  We’re all natural and authentic.  To me, there is nothing more beautiful than that.  Each perceived “flaw” makes us unique.   That mole on a cheek, that quirky smile, the droopy breasts and even the flabby stomach – it’s all a part of who we are.  It all tells a story.  It doesn’t change who we are on the inside.  If we embrace ourselves – all of ourselves, how much happier we’ll all be.  I hope I can impart this message to my daughter.  I hope she learns to love herself and her body.  She is a creature of G-d.  She is beautiful.  She will always be beautiful.



{February 16, 2010}   Co-Sleeping & the Family Bed

Hello, Again.  I hope you enjoyed my little introduction the other day.  Today, I am back to discuss co-sleeping. 

Before I begin, though, I’d like to clarify something about the name of my blog – “Embracing My Inner Hippy”.  Yes, I know that the conventional way of spelling the word meaning  “a usually young person who rejects the mores of established society” (taken from www.webster.com) is spelled “Hippie”.  However, Hippy is a legitimate alternate spelling which I have purposely chosen so that my blog stands out. 

Now, that I have cleared that up, I’d like to get back to my topic – co-sleeping and the family bed.  I’m sure most of you have heard about co-sleeping.   Though, for some, it may conjure up an image of irresponsible parents who are risking their children’s lives with the possibility of suffocation and various maladies;  more of you, however, recognize it as one of the safest and comforting ways to bed your baby, toddler and family.    There have been numerous studies showing that co-sleeping (as long as following some safety guidelines and common sense) is as safe as, if not more so, than placing your baby in a crib.    Family bed “graduates” are more independent and socially adept as a whole, than those who were forced to sleep solo.   By having all of one’s needs met and having one’s parents right there throughout the night provides the infant, toddler, etc. with the confidence to venture out more securely into the world.   Plus, co-sleepers get better rest during the night and babies cry less, if at all, than their crib-sleeping counter parts.    I’m not going to go into any more definitions as there are numerous wonderful books on the subject.  This decision is a personal one that must be made within a family.  Though it is right for a lot of people, I acknowledge that it’s not right for all . However, I can already testify to how wonderful this decision has been for our family.

Currently, we have an Arms Reach co-sleeper attached to my side of our queen sized bed.  Having this little side cart made me more comfortable when Tangerine was a newborn as I was too afraid that I’d inadvertently smother her with my pillow or blanket – she was so teeny.  However, now that she has full head and neck control, is a whopping 20 lbs and almost 8 months old, I take her right into bed with us.  She likes it MUCH better than being in the side cart as she’s right next to me, listening to my breathing and heart beating.  I like it better too, because I can nurse her while laying down – so both of us barely wake up when she needs to nurse and we both have a great night’s sleep.  

I wish I could mention that Mango also has a great night’s rest, but my poor husband works two full-time jobs and is hardly ever in bed for more than 3 hours at a time.  So his lack of sleep has nothing to do with our bedding arrangements.   Though, I have to say, on the occasions when his schedule affords him to spend the entire night in bed, I love falling asleep and waking up surrounded by my two loves.

As Tangerine is getting older and more mobile, I’m worried she’ll roll off the bed.  I’m currently looking into a few different long-term options.  One is getting a rail for the side of the bed.  Another option is taking the mattress off of the frame and away from the head and foot boards and placing it directly on the floor. This way, if she were to roll off she wouldn’t have far to go and  wouldn’t get hurt from a short drop to our carpeted floor.   I’m actually leaning to the latter option.  However, I’m not sure how it will look in the bedroom, how it will feel (being so low to the ground) nor how my husband will appreciate it. 

I still have a little while before I need to implement a new arrangement.  Tangerine is still perfectly safe in our bed.  She currently doesn’t roll over (a topic for another blog entry) and the co-sleeper (which accommodates a baby up to 30 lbs) is still attached so that if she were to roll over, she’d roll right into that and not on the floor.

I’m curious what others are doing.  How do YOU co-sleep?  What does your family bed look like?  How does it work?   Please comment with your advice and feedback!

As a final thought, having a family bed does NOT affect our, ahem, “romantic” life.  We just have found creative ways to have one that doesn’t involve the baby in the bed/room with us. :)



{February 14, 2010}   Hello World!

 Welcome to my blog.  For the sake of some anonymity, I’ll refer to myself as “Apricot”, my husband as “Mango”, my daughter as “Tangerine” and my dog as “Jicama”.

I’m a 34-year-old woman and this is my first attempt at a blog.  I’m also a new mom who has been blessed with a beautiful daughter who is almost 8 months old.  

I’ve always thought of myself as an average American woman.  I went to college, graduated and started working in corporate America.   I’ve always enjoyed all the luxuries that life and living in the U.S. has had to offer – tv, computer, cell phone, iPod, video consoles, etc.   I have a shoe collection that would rival Imelda Marcos and have a closet full of clothes.   Since middle school I’ve helped deplete the ozone layer with my mandatory daily use of massive amounts of hairspray.   Life was pretty good. 

Then in June 2009, I gave birth to the most wonderful baby ever.  And my whole world changed.  Life was no longer  “pretty good” but absolutely amazing. Not only was Tangerine born, but a mother was born that day as well.  My heart swelled so much – I never knew I could feel so much love and emotion.  With each day, it continues to expand and love her even more.  Along with this new found love, I started reading and questioning everything.  I started to think about more than just myself and my comforts. 

I want to do everything in my power so that Tangerine has a healthy and wonderful life.  I slowly have started to embrace my “inner hippy”.  I exclusively breastfeed my daughter.  We enjoy co-sleeping.  I wear my babe every chance I have.  Even though finances are very tight, I am now a stay at home mom.  (Much love and appreciation to Mango who works 2 full-time jobs so that I may stay home and raise Tangerine.)  I have slowly started buying organic products for the family (when we can afford it) and I use exclusively organic fruits and veggies that I mash-up for Tangerine to enjoy.   

The things that were once so important to me (like not leaving the house without make up on) have taken a back seat.   Along with my love for my daughter, I have a newfound love for our earth, nature and the simple things.  

I’m not saying I’ve giving up everything – I breastfeed T in one arm and type on my laptop with the other!  On inclement days when I cannot walk outside, I put on “Nick Jr.” for Tangerine and walk on my treadmill.    But I’m not the same person I was a year ago. 

A few weeks ago, Mango’s best friend’s daughter turned a year old.  We went to her birthday party and as usual, I wore my little Tangerine.  However, since we actually were “going out” I decided to put on make up, skinny jeans and cute little boots, and not my usual attire of  t-shirt, sweats, sans make up.  Mango turned to me and said, “Your boots say “Yuppy” but your wrap says “Hippy”.   That statement describes me very well at this point in my life. 

I’m embarrassed to say that some of my current beliefs were things that I scoffed at about others in the past.  “They co-sleep?  The entire family? Pft.”  Or, “They prefer only wooden toys and organic cottons for their little ones  (as oppose to mass-produced plastics made in other countries with high levels of lead,  BPA’s and various other contaminants) ? That’s so silly.”    I apologize for any ill thoughts I’ve ever had towards others with “different” ideas.   I have become open to so much more in life now – ideas, beliefs, parenting styles, etc.

I want my daughter to be a good person.  She will get that (I hope) from me setting a good example.   Though, I might not believe the same as the next guy, or my parenting style may differ, I try hard to not be judgemental because one of the lessons that I wish to pass on to Tangerine is to be loving and accepting of everybody even if they are different from you.   Plus, as I’ve learned, you never know when things you “poo-pahhed” before will be something you embrace later on!

I think I’ve rambled on enough for now.  Thanks for reading and please comment and share your thoughts. 

In the coming weeks, I plan to start to teach myself how to sew, do some meditating and start “signing” with Tangerine.  I hope to blog about it all.



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