Posts Tagged ‘school’

Back 2 School with Kmart #KmartBackToSchool

Presented by Mami Innovative Media, this is a sponsored post. I am a Kmart #BackToSchool blogger, though all opinions are my own.

I feel like I work so hard year round to bask in the glory and warmth of Summer. I always have high hopes for the summer and weekends are always packed with cookouts, beach days, and outdoor adventures. And then in what seems like a blink of an eye it’s Fall. Which means back to school. Unlike other families, I kind of dread back to school, my daughter’s schedule gets more hectic and our time isn’t as flexible as it is during the summer – AND it gets dark earlier. Not good at all.

I’m one who always needs to *CALM DOWN* – my friends tell me, my co-workers tell me, I tell me. So when I stumbled across Kmart’s cute video titled “My Limo” by Da Rich Kidzz, it made me giggle and not feel as crazed about the upcoming school year.

About the video: Da Rich Kidzz, a group of kid rappers from Minneapolis ranging in age from 10 – 13 years old, have teamed up with Kmart and Shop Your Way to make a hip-hop music video all about riding their school bus back-to-school in style.

My daughter rides the school bus half the week during the school year, and each day she gets on the bus it gives me EXTREME anxiety, even though she rides with a neighborhood friend. After watching the video I smiled thinking of my daughter (the next musical prodigy) singing this song on her way to school in the morning. It’s a cute video and it’s great to see youth doing something positive like making a video and getting excited about school. Having a positive attitude about going back to school is so important, and this video definitely brought a smile to my face. Though I worry that my daughter will now request a limo for her ride to school lol.

Next video to hit the streets? Featuring yours truly rapping (successfully hopefully) about riding the local transit and comparing it to riding in a Lamborghini (which I’ve never rode in) lol. Stay tuned!!


{Season of Giving} momAgenda School Years Review & Giveaway!!


Julia Magnusson!!

I tend to thrive on organization and schedules. I like to plan activities as far in advance as possible and find that when last minute things arise I have a harder time figuring out what to do! Don’t get me wrong, once the weekend comes I love playing it by ear, but during the week when I’m running a mile a minute and have various work obligations, social activities, and my daughter being organized is a must!

Organization plays a big role at home especially with my 7 year old’s belongings. As much as I love every piece of art she brings home, it’s hard to figure out what to do with everything! We currently have a large bin of her masterpieces that I have to figure out what to do with! We’ll be mailing some to her Grandma and Aunts, some will be stored, and others framed for her room. It’s been so satisfying as a parent to look through things she’s made and see her progression, see how the people she’s drawn have evolved to now included eyelashes, bows, and various outfits. And to see her handwriting improve has melted my heart.


I was super psyched to receive my momAgenda School Years book and start organizing my daughter’s artwork and special moments by year. We received the purple book and it’s amazing! Categorized by their year in school starting with Pre-K until Grade 12 you can store various pictures and memories in a small folder and include a picture from that year, child’s teacher(s), friends, and most-loved after-school activities, and their signature!

I’ve since purchased one for my sister for Christmas (shhhh) and in the season of giving I’m giving away 1 momAgenda School Years book for yourself or as a gift!! Entering this giveaway couldn’t be simpler! Check out the widget below!

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In 2011 I choose….

In 2009 I initiated Africa 500. An effort to collect 500 books for an impoverished primary school in Zimbabwe. Together with friends and professors I completed this task and was able to ship close to 500 books over to the library of the primary school. After the first shipment of books arrived, the community decided to name the new library after me. Little did I know, but my efforts all the way in Massachusetts sparked a change within the community in Zimbabwe. My seemingly small effort enacted a sense of excitement within the community, and the principal encouraged everyone to learn how to read.
In 2010 I created Mommy Glow. I created Mommy Glow because as a younger minority mom I didn’t hear the voices of other young moms (especially minorities) represented positively in media and print. So I brought my voice into words and have the joy of connecting and collaborating with other moms of various backgrounds and nationalities. And what a wonderful journey it’s been.
In 2011 self-love is the journey I’m undertaking. I can honestly say that I don’t have much self-love. My love is showered on my daughter. She is my joy. She is my heart. She is love. I don’t take the time to learn myself and love myself. And, I suppose I don’t know how. I grew up in a household where my Mother wasn’t openly affectionate with me and my siblings. When I was a teenager, she wasn’t around much and I was just sort of wandering. I was lonely. My Father was not a part of my life, and I leeched onto boyfriends to fill the void within my heart. Looking back now I see that I was looking for a cure. A cure for an unfulfilled heart. A heart quenching for love and admiration. A love that I didn’t get from either parent. And when I loved, I loved hard. Too hard. Fell too fast. Hurt so badly I bled. I put up with so much that I shouldn’t have. For what…love? I’m not sure I know what love is.
My solution to the end of a relationship was to fill my time with someone else. I didn’t want to think, I didn’t want to hurt, I just wanted to f-e-e-l. To feel something other than numb. Silly me, huh? I have yet to heal from my past relationships. Left are wounds that still hurt, that still bleed. These wounds are left unattended, because I’m afraid to go back and fix them, to remember the pain. And I hold so much guilt inside. The guilt weighs so heavy on my mind. On my heart. I’ve realized that no one else can remove this weight. Regardless of how much they love me. Because if I don’t love me, no one can ever truly love me. Which begs the question, who am I? I feel that my purpose has been clearer since giving birth to my daughter. But am I just a Mother? I eat, sleep, and bleed for my daughter. And she knows that. People who know ‘me’ know that. I cannot be away from her without having a slight asthma attack. But I’ve gotten to the point where I have too much baggage. I have so much hurt within that it’s starting to seep out of me. I don’t want to feel hurt anymore. I don’t want to lean on relationships to mend my heart. It’s up to me.
So in 2011 my journey is self-love. Self-acceptance. To find out who I am. To find out what makes me happy, because I’m unhappily unhappy, and it’s not ok. It’s not ok.