What a beautiful ‘man’ ritual.
Look at all of OC’s blonde locks.
It is a beautiful time raising boys into men.
They definitely need their barbershop time with their daddy and Papa.
It is with honour and gratitude that I introduce our guest blogger today, Katie!
Katie’s the beautiful blonde holding the cutie in light pink in this photo.

We have journeyed through motherhood together as our oldest children are only months apart. Her daughter being a few months older than JC. We have now journeyed through our mom’s having cancer. Her mom being diagnosed two seasons before mine. Her mom is on the right of this photo. They celebrated a wonderful Christmas together as a family!
I feel humble gratitude for Katie going ahead of me on this crazy cancer journey with my mom. I really appreciate all our parking lot conversations and hugs!
Here’s Katie’s story:
I first met Joanna at Baby Talk (a parenting group here in Vernon), over 6 years ago. I think we literally had our babies in our arms when we first met. JC was maybe 3 weeks old, and my daughter was 2 months old.
Then our babies grew into pre-schoolers, and they went to the same pre-school together. Because the pre-school relied heavily on parent (and grandparent!) volunteers, both my mom and Joanna’s mom volunteered often at the pre-school. I know the kids loved it when a grandparent got to volunteer. It seemed to be something extra special. (I think all the kids even called them Nana!)
Before we knew it, pre-school was done and it was time for our oldest “babies” to start Kindergarten. It was September 2012, and my daughter and JC began Kindergarten at the same elementary school. It was an exciting time. Then a week into that school year, my mom was diagnosed with terminal colon cancer. I remember explaining to Joanna this devastating news when I first found out my mom was sick. For some reason I remember telling Joanna in the school parking lot. I could barely say the word “cancer” out loud. It was too new, too raw of a feeling. At the time I didn’t know anything about cancer. I struggled with the thought of losing my mother, and I struggled with the challenge of being present for my own two daughters at the same time.
I remember seeing Gwen volunteer in JC’s kindergarten class that Fall. I loved seeing this energetic, smiling Nana stroll the halls at the school. A couple of months later, Winter 2012, I would see Joanna, Steve and the boys skiing up at Sovereign Lake. And quite often I would see Gwen with them. As I watched this amazing, active Nana walk around the lodge, I remember wishing my mother was healthy enough to take on an activity like cross country skiing. My mother was only an hour away in Kelowna, but while I watched Gwen I remember missing my mother terribly. Even though my mother was only an hour away in Kelowna, at home, I was already grieving.
Flash forward to Spring, 2013. Joanna shared her concerns about her mom, and the change in Gwen’s health. I think Joanna also told me this in the school parking lot. (It’s funny what you remember when you’ve had intense conversations) Over the next few weeks I did my best to share with Joanna some parts of my mother’s cancer journey. I told her what I knew about chemo, blood tests, markers, anxiety, oncologists, social workers, CT scans, etc. It’s steep learning curve if you’ve never encountered all of this terminology before.
I think it is a strange and powerful grief when you learn your mother is terminally ill, and that one day she will not be around to “mother” you anymore, to share things with, to watch her be with your own children. Because we are mothers. And yet we are also daughters who need our own mothers. And although I didn’t know your mom well Joanna, I’m sure she was extremely proud of you as her daughter, and who you’ve become as a person, and as a mother.
It’s important to have some peeps no matter where you live. It is difficult to live in isolation, as I know.
I’m extremely grateful to these four women that I get to see on a regular basis at school pick-up and drop-off. I called them KCAM women because of their beginning initial and they also represent the piece in a wheel called a cam. A cam helps transforms rotary motion into linear motion.
These four kcam’s have helped me and encouraged me to keep moving forward into this new life in KCity instead of feeling like I am spinning in circles. Oh I would be spinning in circles without these four!
They have helped us find a church, a dry cleaner, a Christmas gift for the teacher, piano teacher and hockey program. They have jumped into trying Bikram yoga with me and told me about other fun things to do in the city.

Let me introduce you to this fabulous women that God has allowed me to meet:
K – mom of boys
– kind and lovely person to see at preschool and elementary school pick-up/drop-off
– incredible with her boys and the children she nannies
– helped us find a church
– encouraging and real
– track star from down south
C – incredibly thoughtful and kind
– hospitable, has already invited us over for dinner twice and we plan to make it over there soon
– mom of boys
– open and encouraging
– athletic, fit, classy
– moved into a new house this summer too
A – an “old” friend from volleyball days
– someone I was delighted to become reconnected with again
– we moved into their hood (she grew up down the street from us and now lives behind us)
– dropped off a pizza dinner when we moved in (how sweet is that!)
– took me walking to show me around
– athletic, likes to be organized
– super outgoing and friendly
M – someone Sexy Neck (my hubby) met at parent orientation night. M and her husband blew him away with their kindness.
– fellow mom of three
– is a teacher on leave too
– just ‘gets it’
– loves being a stay at home mom
– athletic, fit styling and spends time outside
GOTCHA – this is one half of the KCAM
Mommies:
Kind, lovely, encouraging, real, thoughtful, hospitable, enthusiastic, athletic, open, classy, organized, outgoing, friendly, kind, empathetic, styling, love being moms!
Yup, I would say I am pretty fortunate to be surrounded by four incredibly inspiring and well rounded women during this season of my life!
friend
frɛnd/
noun
1.
a person with drives one hour, hops on a ferry and drive another four hours to come visit you.
2.
a person who also brings their six, four and two year old.
3.
a person who also brings food for your freezer, crafts and “meaty” conversation. (My friend is a vegetarian. 😉)
There is nothing like friends who go the extra mile.
I am extremely grateful for this mommy friend, D, coming to visit this weekend. Our boys have known her and her brood since they were all in utero.
Look at the fun we had:
There is nothing like the friends you have known since you were a baby!
I have an issue with clothes – I don’t really love them. Nothing ever fits. After having three babies in six years and being pregnant or breast feeding for seven your guess is as good as mine as to what size this flabby figure would be.
Actually, I think being a woman and six feet tall makes finding clothing difficult. If I lived in the good old USA, I am a medium, but up here in Western Canada where clothes are made for a more Asian (aka petite) market, I am a grand old XL.
This morning as I got dressed, I had a light bulb moment. I was searching through my suitcase (yup one more day of suitcase living before we move into our house), when suddenly i just grabbed for undies, a sports bra, a tank top some comfy shorts, flip flops and we were off to our new house and neighbourhood. p>
Brace yourself new neighbours, six foot tall and slightly overweight Sporty Spice is in the hood. A can’t sing, but boy can I be loud. And with three wee boys and Sexy Neck as part of my “group”, we can sure create a ruckus. (Blog friends, check back her to see what ensues.)
Hello me! A new opportunity for me to be myself and not to try to be Posh or Ginger or one of the other people that aren’t me.
Do you ever get an email that is so real it make you laugh til your stomach hurts?
I got one of those today and I have permission to share it with you. It is from my great “mothering” friend, D, who has journeyed this entire motherhood experience with me. All three of our children are one or two months apart (no we never discussed this!) and now we are moving to different cities within months of each other (we never discussed this either!). We are kindred spirits!
Her husband has already started his job many miles away. She is holding down the fort, while he looks for a new place to live and starts his job.
Here is her email:
Subject: How to survive four nights and four days without K (her husband).
1. Wash your hair every four days. brush teeth once per day.
2. First diaper change at noon, if not after… only change him when he does #2 or wets his clothing.
3.Field most “Mommy” questions/complaints with “you figure it out” (confidence building!) add “you’re a smart girl” as a 2nd choice.
4. allow water play all over your house. they will probably play longer with the water than the time it takes to mop it up later… and that can be a whole other activity later to keep ’em busy.
5. It’s okay for a 15 month old to pass you plates out of the dishwasher.,
6. cook the children their breakfast, use the quiet eating time for cleaning up, and eat later (like toast and peanut butter in the car on the way to wherever it is you are going – with COFFEE!)
7. Use the gated fenced yard – go on my mom’s adage that if something happens, I’ll find out quick!
8. Strap the kids in the car, tell them you are getting a quick snack and quickly whip off the top three things you wanted to get done that day, checking in with the kids now and then… two can’t undo their buckles! YEAH!
9. Go to dinner at a friend’s house…
Love this email, as I can relate to most of these things, even when my husband comes home after work! My question is how did she have the time and insight to read it. Answer, she is pretty amazing!
Cheers to a beautiful friend!
I laughed when I read this title in today’s newspaper then I stopped laughing and realized that I believe ALL the points brought up in this article.
Here is the basics of the message that was brought up in the fourth paragraph:
Their (Cavemen) children were cuddled and carried about, never left to cry, spent lots of time outdoors and were breast fed for years rather than months.
Now I figured out why I feel like a ‘freaky’ mom, I am really a cave woman!