It has been months since my last post. And it’s not an excuse, rather it’s just life. Things came up and they took priority over my ability to journal them. 

We wonder at times what a survivor of toxic parenting is like and how it affects their willingness to have a family or become a parent. Personally, I always knew I wanted children, but it never crossed my mind that having children would actually equate to becoming a mother. Seems like a silly thought at first but I think there is so much truth to that; the physical delivery and journey of pregnancy doesn’t make someone a parent – it makes them baby machines, not parents. 

The responsibilities, worries, lack of sanity moments and everything in between of being a mother meant nothing to me then. But it is so real now. Every part of being a decent and good parent is real: real hard, real emotional, real work, and real happenings. 

But the other side of being a parent that I did not give enough credit is the continued existence of the self. Yes, we are a mother, a parent, a caretaker – but all of this happens simultaneously while we continue to also being a woman or man, employee or boss, wife or husband, etc. And each and every one of those titles brings with it many many more responsibilities and duties, and wants and needs. 

And that’s what crept up in my life. 

I was so consumed and overwhelmed in trying to become a gentle parent that I forgot: first, I am me. 

I spent the last bit of 2016 reflecting and more importantly, making changes to my marriage to revive it. But also, tending to my own self. It’s crazy how little has been done yet how great it’s affected me and my marriage. There’s a lot at stake, and there’s a lot of work. But we’re making it work; and we’re enjoying it every bit of the way. 

Someone once asked if love and normalcy is possible for adult children of toxic parenting. Nothing is impossible. But it sure doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy. 

I like to believe that I am aware of my strengths and weaknesses but that doesn’t make me immune to the tides of everyday life carrying me whichever way it wants. I still overlook things, I still get emotional, physical and un-gentle. 

It’s about adopting a real, gentle lifestyle – not just gentle parenting. 

… This post is all over the place. It’s life though, isn’t it? 



It has been a couple of months since my last post, and the reason is simply: I was too busy mommy-ing. Today, though, I felt like I really needed to get something off my chest.

Growing up as a foreigner is not easy.  First off, when you are growing up, the immense pressure to fit in makes it that much harder to find out who you are.  Assimilation is so convenient and powerful – first it started with my clothes, then my friends, then my thoughts.  It eats away at you – little by little – and if you are like me, eventually it completely consumes you.

My husband is American, with little to no idea what his heritage truly is.  I am Vietnamese – I speak, read and write the language. But I also speak, read, and write English and French.  And like my husband, I don’t know my true heritage.

My husband has not dealt with racism – other than racist comments his family blurts out.  Usually, I smile politely when someone is being racist – it gets a little hard when these “someone’s” are your in-laws/family members/friends.  And I personally never saw the harm in it – I always justified it as “everyone’s racist, unless you act on it, it’s okay.”  But is it? Is it okay to be racist?

No.  The short answer is No.

It is NEVER okay to racist.  And when you’re a parent, it means that much more.

Racism starts in our thoughts. So if we can curtail our thoughts, we can change our perception and then, our behaviors.  Children are not born knowing races and colors – and I will ensure that my children are not going to be racist assholes.  This much I promise.

I am a parent and I am going to protect my children from ignorant fools who are out there bashing, degrading, belittling, name-calling, bullying, and hurting others by teaching them that that is wrong.  My children will not be racists.  They will not be jerks.

My children will learn to love, accept, understand and respect everyone.

Today – November 15, 2016 – I failed.  I did not stand up for me or my children’s heritage against racists.  Let this be the last time I fail.

Get out of my head.


According to my mother, I was a very obedient child growing up.  She told me from my early days, as a toddler, she would place me on a high stool to feed me.  I was afraid of heights and would not budge during mealtimes, so feeding me was always easy.  “You were such a good kid,” she would tell me.  This used to make me smile.

While most adolescents struggle with an identity crisis during high school and college, I didn’t.  I never had to second-guess who my parents wanted me to be or become.  Finishing my degree and getting a job that pays were the most important things to them.  But the more I learned, the more I questioned. But I was not raised to question or have independent thought. Yet, in my younger days, I really believed that as I got older, my age would defy my parents’ grip on me and my thoughts.  No, that wasn’t the case.  They owned me.  They gave me life.  They sacrificed their lives, freedom and happiness, and I owed them.

Somewhere on my personal timeline, I grew up.  I started to have deeper, more complex thoughts.  I started to stand up for what I believed in.  I started to question my parents’ authority.  I started to challenge their restrictions and regulations.  I started to disagree with their lifestyle and decisions.  I grew up, but my parents didn’t grow with me.

My parents did not take well to my independence. You are such a failure.  What changed? Why are you so bad? Did we put you in school so you’d turn out this way?  Why are you this way? What’s wrong with you?  How dare you? You’re not allowed to do that or think that.  Why must you make my life so miserable?

Toxic parents do not know how to handle, appreciate, or live with their children’s independence. They need to feel needed. They need to have control over their children’s lives and thoughts.  They need to continue to make decisions for their adult children. They yearn to feel important and better than their children.  They live to criticize their children – but they only criticize out of love, they’d argue.

Children of toxic parents often feel like they don’t have a voice. Their opinions and different mindset is frequently met with ridicule or put-downs. They are often made to feel unimportant, unintelligent, or invisible. They are often compared to others, resulting in a hurt ego and a low self-esteem. And they can feel helpless and may lack personality.  They may look for satisfaction in the wrong places and are unlikely able to maintain a healthy and happy relationship. 

Even though I’ve started my healing process, I can still hear their voices inside my head.  They used to be much louder, overpowering my own voice at times, but they’re only whispers now.



Am I in a toxic relationship?  Should I just leave? Do I need help?

So, today was an okay day. I had a long commute home; music was on in the car but I didn’t really like it. I complained a couple of times and the music was changed. Ugh… The sky is blue and the sun is shining – ugh it’s too bright and it’s in my eyes!  I just hate it in my eyes. It’s blinding! My seat belt is bothering me. I tugged at it and it is still tight. Ugh… I hate the seatbelt. I complained again. Music was changed again. I complained again; I got water this time. Anyway, we’re home. I  screamed. I didn’t want to be home. I’m tired but I want to go out, maybe Target or something, just to walk around. But no…we’re home. I may have complained a bit too much.

I’m now in my room. It’s lonely and quiet in here. My bed looks comfy, but I don’t want to be in bed. I want to go to Target! I want to walk around. I’m not tired enough for a bath or bed. He’s going to let me out soon, it’s going to be dinner soon. Oh, here he comes.

Fish? Why would you make fish on a day like this? If we go to Target, I’ll get chicken nuggets or something. Not FISH?! I don’t want fish. Oh no, I pushed it off the table. Ow. He hit my hand. I guess I deserved that.

And, I’m back in my room. I want chicken nuggets. Ugh. My eyes hurt. I’ve been crying. Why didn’t they ask me how my day was? Oh, my hand hurts. If I screamed louder, maybe she’ll let me out. Ok, that didn’t work.  Now my head hurts.

Oh, I’m supposed to say sorry when she comes. Then, I’ll get chicken nuggets.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked.  What is wrong with me? I should grow up. Stop this crying or throwing a fit. People keep telling me I’m growing up.

“I’m sorry, mama.” I said.

We got to the dining room table.  There’s chicken nuggets.  Yum…I like chicken nuggets.

If I told you that the scenario above is between my husband and me, no one would hesitate to tell me to leave him. I may even get help!  But when you learn that it’s a toddler and his parents, all of a sudden the above scenario is applauded and encouraged with comments like, “that’s what I do with mine.” Why? 

“Oh you’re being oversensitive. You don’t know anything about parenting, I have 4 kids, I think I know what I’m doing. You just wait until they’re a little older, you will wish you had listened to me. I spanked my kids, I did timeouts, my children are fine. It’s parents like you that raise irresponsible and disrespectful adults. I discipline my children because I love them. Only I love my children this much. I sacrificed so much for them. I gave them life! How could I be hurting them?”

My mother said those words to me when I told her I won’t be adopting her parenting approach. That level of put-down and negativity is what I have been used to. Her toxicity overpowers her love, but I don’t think it’s entirely her fault; her mother said those words to her too. And I’m sure her mother before her, and so on and so forth. My mother loved me in the best way she knew how.

Toxic parenting is passed down from generation to generation.

Toxic parenting is more common than the common cold.  But we don’t see it that way, do we? In fact, it can be very difficult for someone to even realize or challenge how they were brought up.  Humans don’t like dissonance, and questioning one’s upbringing creates a lot of chaos.  How we are raised and what we are taught at a young age leaves invisible traces in our lives; these childhood events and experiences shape our mindset and value system, our confidence and ego, our expectations and needs.

We think we turned out fine, because we were raised to believe so. We think spanking and discipline makes the child happy and respectful, because these thoughts were instilled in us. We were raised to believe  timeouts corrected naughty children – that by isolating them, children will somehow turn good. And we can’t question or bare the discomfort that comes with questioning our upbringing because we were raised believing that our parents are always right and there is no challenging that.

Being a parent is the most powerful role you’ll ever be.  Don’t abuse your power.

Parenting is not love. Parenting is not discipline. Parenting is a journey, an education. You would think that as a parent, this is your time in life to be the teacher; the truth is, we never stop learning. Parenting is a journey in which you help your child explore the world that you’ve come to take for granted, while your child helps you explore the depths of your inner self. If we spend more time listening to and letting our children be children, instead of correcting their behaviors and aligning them with how we see fit, we can actually enjoy this journey of self-exploration that is parenting.

Positive and gentle parenting focuses on the emotional well-being of a child.  Happiness is deeper than a smile on their face, the applause from the numbers and letters they’re able to recite, or whether or not they hug and kiss you.  Happiness is the most valuable gift you can give your children and it starts with love, grows with understanding and ends by passing on the torch. For when a child is truly happy, they develop self-reliance and resilience. They grow into confident and capable adults who believe that they have control over their lives.  How you treat your children today will affect them and the generations of children to come.

When you practice positive and gentle parenting, you’re also focusing on your emotional well-being. You can’t teach gentle unless you’re gentle. You can’t teach positive unless you’re positive.

My Experience with Postpartum Depression


After I delivered my first born, I had postpartum depression (PPD).  I was never diagnosed. I was battling PPD for about 4 months before it magically disappeared thanks to hormones and being pregnant again.

I never admitted to having PPD until I was about halfway into my second pregnancy; when, as if a switch had been flicked, it just clicked. That’s why I was so anxious, upset, and groggy all the time!  That’s why I was unable to enjoy the first tender months of motherhood!  That’s why I was crying and irritated so often.

Postpartum depression is real.  Just like depression, it can lead to harming oneself or people around us.  Earlier this month, Allison Goldstein took her own life after months of battling PPD (see story here).  The CDC estimates that 900,000 women get PPD annually (source).

 If you suspect that you or a loved one may be suffering from PPD, please seek help.

Q: How does it feel to live with PPD?
I was overwhelmed with guilt, anger, frustration, and sadness.  I couldn’t think straight.  I did not have mommy bliss – I did not want to take care of my child. There was an endless feeling of emptiness and because I was unable to feel, I lost my appetite and willingness to do anything.  And the worst part is, I knew something was wrong – but I didn’t know what.  And it was like a cloud. It was hanging over me. It dictated my life.  There was nothing I could do.  This cloud made everything so blurry and so distant.  I was hopeless. I was helpless.  I never had thoughts of harming myself or baby, but I think that if I hadn’t gotten pregnant again when I did, I probably would have become suicidal.

Q: I don’t need help. I can just confide in my husband or family.
My husband is my best friend.  We talk a lot, about anything and everything.  When I had PPD, I didn’t want to talk to him.  I forced myself to tell him how I felt, but some things I could not put into words.  The one thing that helped, temporarily, was crying.  He would hug me and let me cry.  And I would stop crying as soon as the cloud came back over me – and I could hear my inner voice saying, “why are you so weak? just get over it!”

In hindsight, I should have gotten help.  Someone who was trained professionally could have helped me realize that I had PPD.

Q: I’ll just get over it.  I just need time.  I just need to keep busy.
That was my mindset.  I thought that the imbalance of hormones coming off of pregnancy was just throwing me off.  The days, nights, weeks and months kept coming and the feelings only intensified.  Every morning, I longed for the evening to come so my husband would be home and he could play with the baby.  I kept the house noisy with music or TV all day.  I did crafts, something I used to enjoy, but it had become a chore.  I didn’t want to go outside, I didn’t want the baby to cry and people to judge. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, friends or neighbors, their voices bothered me. 

I was withdrawn.  I didn’t even know it then.  People thought it looked perfect – our life: my baby was adorable and healthy, my husband doting and loving – but no one is to blame for PPD.  Not me, not my husband or baby, not my friends. Again, if I had gotten help sooner, I would have battled PPD better.

I don’t have PPD today.  I was lucky.  I’m using my experience to spread awareness because it can happen to anyone.

If you’re battling PPD right now, please know that you are not aloneYou do not have to be alone.

 If you suspect that you or a loved one may be suffering from PPD, please seek help.

Top 10 Baby & Toddler YouTube Channels 


I’m not here to debate anyone about allowing children to have screen times. We allow it in our homes, but you do what’s comfortable to you.

Here are the best videos we have found:

  1. SuperSimpleSongs – this one is our favourite. Catchy tunes, vibrant colors and there is no empty commands (doesn’t tell your kid “good job” even if they don’t do anything).
  2. LittleBabyBum – Focuses mainly on nursery rhymes, and has adorable graphics.
  3. Badanamu – fun and funky music, upbeat and does their own original songs. This will definitely get your little ones up and moving!  Here’s one of my son’s favorite that gets him dancing and jumping around:
  4. PinkFong – lots of cars, animals, and dinosaurs. Catchy tunes and original content. Another one of our favorites.
  5. Gigglebellies – everything is rainbows and unicorns with the Gigglebellies. Lots of animals and nursery rhymes.
  6. Blippi – for older kids and those who like cars and toys. My toddler loves him; he is funny and fun. Some music, some cartoons. Mainly humans and real world examples.
  7. Dave and Ava -Very cute bubbly cartoons. They have enough a lot of content and try to make their own stuff. Music is also pleasing.
  8. ABCKidTV – personally my favorite in terms of artistic. The colors and graphics are great to me. My son likes this channel because they have content others don’t – like older classics.
  9. BabyJoyJoy – cute and fun take on nursery rhymes. They use bright neon colors and I think that attracts the viewers. My son’s favorite is linked.
  10. MotherGooseClub – very colorful and we like this because it switches between cartoons and humans.

Happiness starts with the little things.



I ran across this picture on my Facebook feed. A family friend had posted it and people reacted to it thinking that it is funny.  Here’s why it’s not:

Bottling up emotions is one of the worst things you can do to yourself, your life, and those around you. When you bottle up emotions, you are feeding and building up brain fog, which is why, like the quote says, you blow up over something so little as not finding matching socks. It intoxicates your bloodstream with irritation and anger. It prevents you from seeing matters objectively and making logical decisions. It blocks your ability to constructively communicate.  And it prevents you from being able to foster healthy relationships with those around you.

One of the most important qualities to have when in a relationship – in any kind of relationship: personal, marital, or professional – is the ability disagree amicably.  By this, I mean the ability for you and your partner to see value in the opposing perspective and positively communicate the difference.  When you adapt a habit of bottling up emotions, you are in essence running away from your troubles.  It is the easy way out.  And as with all shortcuts, it does not always yield the best results.  You may not see its effects for hours, days, weeks or even months at a time, but when it does explode, its debris scatter everywhere.  What can I do to prevent bottling up of emotions? 


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