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Celebrate Mother’s Day in Style with Fabulous Gifts

This is a sponsored post in partnership with Distinctive Assets. All opinions as always, are my own.

Celebrate Mother’s Day in Style with Fabulous Gifts

Thinking about what to gift the most important Mother’s in your life is no easy feat. You want something that is thoughtful, useful, meaningful and unexpected. And most of all you want to spoil the women who have help shape and support you. So why not gift them with exclusive items fit for the most fabulous of women!

Distinctive Assets, based in LA, is an entertainment based marketing firm that created celebrity swag bags two decades ago and is the brains behind the “Mother’s Day in Hollywood” gift bags! Complete with 25 innovative and useful products and services there is something for every mom packed in these bags!

Interested in what products made the final cut? Below is a preview of what’s included in the “Mother’s Day in Hollywood” gift bags:

  • Rumi X:  eco-friendly leggings, sports bra, tank top and headbands made from recycled plastic bottles and coffee grounds.  www.rumixfeelgood.com
  • Crystal Hills Organics:  Revitalize your soul and indulge the skin as you bathe in Crystal Love. Experience the healing and purifying properties of rose quartz, Dead Sea salt, Himalayan sea salt, rose petals, rooibos, hibiscus and fireweed.  www.crystalhills.com
  • Bangarang:  Handmade wooden box filled with 199 cards of positive actions and quotes. For every Positive Cube purchased, a donation is made to a charity or a cause.  www.gobangarang.com
  • beautyblender original:  foundation application sponge.  www.beautyblender.com
  • AlexAnne Beauty:  Cruelty free, long lasting liquid matte and cream lipsticks. www.alexannebeauty.com

Don’t the Moms in your life deserve to celebrate Mother’s Day in style?

 



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An Open Letter To My Mother

This is the follow-up to the essay I wrote last week. In it, I come to grips with childhood trauma and searched for answers in my mother’s actions. Read that essay if you haven’t yet, then come back and read this. 

 

Dear Mom,

I’ve begun writing this too many times to remember. I’m angry. I’m upset. I’m sad. I’m disappointed. I’m trying to make sense of so much, Mom, of our broken family, of you being emotionally absent for me and my siblings, to you prioritizing a piece of scum over your children.

What man would talk down to a woman and verbally assault her in front of her children? And what mother would allow that to happen and scold her children if they tried to protect her? Do you know that I refuse to celebrate my birthday, and it’s not because Grandpa passed away on my birthday years ago. It’s because you never prioritized my birthday, one year you simply left an outfit on my bed and left a note stating you’d be at his house for the night. I spent the whole night crying, Mom. There is no reason my oldest sister, who for reasons you refuse to take responsibility for, had to raise me and my siblings. You were the mother, you were the parent. But you weren’t there.

I’m sure I should be in therapy. Everyone thinks I’m so put together. I do what I have to do for my family, but I’m a mess and for the longest time I refused to work through the negative feelings of my childhood. Do you know I have almost no recollection of my childhood before age 11 except a few moments that stand out. The time you flung me across the room because I asked a friend’s parent for ice cream money. Or what about one of the many times you were beating me and I cried out my brother’s name. That was my childhood, Mom – that is what I remember. The affects of living with an emotionally absent and depressed woman is that I now have severe issues with communication with friends and in my relationships. I withdraw and I shut people out – for awhile I got scared because I worried I was going to end up like you. Miserable and manically depressed.

While I can’t imagine being given up for adoption as a newborn as you were, I do know what abandonment feels like. You abandoned us – you abandoned me. For someone who wanted a big family so bad, you sure didn’t treat us like you wanted us.

Read the rest of “An Open Letter To My Mother” over on The Young Mommy Life. 



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