The Millionaire’s Family

I don’t like this phrase.  I especially don’t like when people say this phrase to me.  Oh, I know, ‘they’re trying to be nice’, ‘they mean well’, and ‘they didn’t mean it that way’.

But what I hear when someone says this phrase is not the pop-culture definition of having one boy and one girl; what I hear, is that I must’ve been trying to have one child of each gender.  Like I would be disappointed if I wasn’t blessed that way, when that couldn’t be further from the truth.  Some people even one-up the cliche, and tell me I have a ‘Billionaire’s Family’ because I had a boy first, girl second.

Let me be very clear on this: I am extraordinarily grateful to have two beautiful, healthy, happy children.  The fact that they are different genders is completely beside the point.  In fact, if I am being truly honest, when I was pregnant with my second child (my daughter), I was thinking about how much ‘easier’ it would be if she was another boy- I already knew a bit about raising a boy, I had all the boy ‘stuff’, and I wouldn’t have to deal with teenage girl drama, which most certainly is coming my way if karma plays a role.

We chose not to find out both of our baby’s genders until they were born.  Going against my typical planned, organized, Type-A self, finding out the baby’s gender on delivery day seemed like Mother Nature’s most wonderful surprise.  Truth be told though, we didn’t find out because it just didn’t matter to us.

Just as I didn’t have my first baby to have a boy, I didn’t have my second baby to have a girl. I had my first baby to have a baby.  And I had my second baby to have another baby.

I am very lucky, very blessed, and very, very, very grateful.  But I’m not grateful for a Millionaire’s family, I’m grateful for MY family.

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***This post was originally written as a Guest Blog post for Momstown.ca.


Challenge and Change

It’s time for me to spread my wings, embrace change, and leap into a brand new chapter in my professional life.  As of Monday, May 13th, I will be relocating my practice just two blocks away, to the Burlington Sports & Spine Clinic (BSSC)!

On February 4th, 2008, I opened the doors of my current practice,
Active Sport & Health Centre, with this in mind:

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Less than a year later my son was born, and this happened…

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On September 15th, 2010, l sold ownership of the clinic but remained working there part-time as an Independent Contractor.  And now, after five and a half years at Active, another baby, and many happy memories later, it is time for me to move on.

I want to thank you for your support, and I invite you to come with me on this journey.

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Here are the details:

  • BSSC is in the Cora’s plaza on Fairview Street, right beside the Service Ontario office, at 3455 Fairview St.  For the next 10 days, however, you can still find me practicing at Active.
  • BSSC offers state-of-the-art treatment and rehab equipment, along with a great support crew, including Registered Massage Therapy, physiotherapy, and a full reception team.
  • I have also expanded my hours:
    • MONDAY             3:30-8:00pm
    • WEDNESDAY       3:30-8:00pm
    • FRIDAY                3:30-7:00pm
    • SATURDAY        10:30am-1:30pm
    • Call 289-351-0301 to book your appointment, or visit us online at www.burlingtonsportsandspine.com.

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Welcome Home Oz

So, here’s the thing: we had to put down our beloved dog Tyson last Fall, and we miss him terribly.  We’ve cried, I’ve sobbed, we’ve mourned.  And we still miss him terribly.  So… we are getting a puppy.

In fact, our new puppy comes home with just 10 days.  His name is Oz (a tribute to the time both my husband and I spent in Australia, independent of each other, more than a decade ago) and he is a Chocolate Labradoodle, who will be eight weeks old when he joins our crew.

We met Oz and his brothers and sisters two weeks ago, when we went to ‘choose’ our puppy.  But, the truth is, he chose us.  As our family sat on the floor amongst four beyond-adorable puppies, Oz waddled over to me and curled up in my lap.  There he stayed, as my four-year-old rubbed his head and poked his belly, and my one-year-old tugged on his ears.  It seemed he had found his missing piece, just as we had found ours.  You know when you just know?  I just knew.  Oz was for us.

To say we are excited is an understatement.  I know it’s going to take a lot of work and cost a lot of money, and I know that some people think we’re jumping in over our heads.  For us, it’s all worth it.  I want my kids to grow up knowing the love that a pet can provide.  I want my kids to grow up knowing the responsibility that a pet can provide.  I want my kids to grow up knowing the loyalty and companionship and joy that a pet can provide.  And I want the love, responsibility, loyalty and companionship that Oz can provide.

Welcome home Oz.

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