Sustainability at The Oscars & Suzy Amis Cameron

I stopped by Mind Body Green today and read an article about the upcoming Oscars that featured a related campaign called Red Carpet Green Dress (RCGD). In an effort to promote ethical and sustainable formal wear and jewelry worn by event attendees, Suzy Amis Cameron founded RCGD in 2009.

“Now going into its ninth year, the positive fashion campaign sets the challenge for creatives, emerging and established designers worldwide to create a Red Carpet worthy dress, or tuxedo, from environmentally and socially responsible fabrics – thus fulfilling the Green Dress criteria,” the RCGD website stated.

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Photo Courtesy of SuzyAmisCameron.com

Amis Cameron, a mother of five with an impressive laundry list of accomplishments, may look familiar. She’s acted in more than 25 films and is the wife of Academy Award winning director James Cameron. This environmentally conscious power couple has projects around the globe that promote “plant-based solutions to address climate change” and sustainable agribusiness.

The RCGD campaign, which doubles as a fundraiser for MUSE School in California (the first school in the country to be 100% plant based, which is also solar powered and zero waste), helps partner interested Oscar attendees up with participating designers, so that when the actors and actresses hit the red carpet at the Academy Awards they can bring attention to important environmental issues through their responsible fashion choices.

Amis Cameron is a shining example of a person who is acting as the change she wants to see in the world. Founding MUSE School in 2005 with her sister, Rebecca Amis, she was driven to build a better world for her children. “MUSE School’s mission is ‘To Inspire and Prepare Young People to Live Consciously with Themselves, One Another, and the Planet.’” At the top of her list of efforts is perhaps the Plant Power Task Force (PPTF). It certainly deserves mention here at Mothering Humanity for its global efforts. Most notably: “PPTF supported the first multi-country studies on global diets and climate change by the independent U.K.-based think tank, Chatham House: Livestock—Climate Change’s Forgotten Sector and Changing Climate, Changing Diets. PPTF also spearheaded the My Plate, My Planet initiative, representing over 200 leading environmental and health organizations, in support of the historic opportunity to link food and the environment in the 2015 U.S. Dietary Guidelines.”

Here at Mothering Humanity, the belief is that the food that goes into our bodies is worth significant attention as it effects multiple aspects of life. MH doesn’t claim to have the answers, but it is interested in promoting those organizations that are searching for a sustainable solution that may be able to correct some of the scary health trends facing the world today. We applaud efforts like the ones mentioned.

Amis Cameron is a mother who is using her power and authority within her own sphere of influence and beyond to better our world. This Sunday, I will be tuned into the 90th Academy Awards, Red Carpet Event for a much different reason than years past. This year, I look forward to hearing all about the sustainable fashions that environmentally conscious attendees are showcasing.

BeTheChangeFI

 

References

https://www.mindbodygreen.com/articles/red-carpet-green-dress-2018

https://www.redcarpetgreendress.com/rcgd/

http://www.suzyamiscameron.com

 

 

 

School shootings and the AR-15

When tragedy occurred at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado in 1999, I was a junior in high school a few states away. We were all shocked to learn that 12 students and one teacher were gunned down by two high school boys, who later turned the guns on themselves. In all, 15 people died and 20 more were injured. The incident rocked the nation. A massacre of that scale—perpetrated by high school students—had never happened on school grounds in U.S. history and it sparked a national debate on gun laws that continues today.

As a kid growing up in California, we performed fire and earthquake drills. When my family moved to Kansas, I had to learn how to handle a tornado drill. I was lucky enough to grow up in a time when active-shooter drills were unheard of. I can’t imagine the psyche of American school children today who worry if one of their classmates will unleash a spray of bullets on them at any moment, and are forced to practice in preparation of such an event.

I’m not against guns. I was in the military for seven years. I have avid hunters in my family. I have relatives who are or were part of law enforcement for many years. However, I do believe that guns have a very specific place in modern-day society. What is happening in the United States is breaking hearts around the world. Innocent children should not have to fear going to school every day. School grounds need to become the safe-haven they once were.

After yet another school shooting Friday in Florida, a self-proclaimed firearm enthusiast and Second Amendment supporter, Scott Pappalardo, posted this video to his Facebook page with a simple “My drop in a very large bucket” and the hashtag “oneless.”

I want to applaud Mr. Pappalardo for having the courage to say that his particular weapon, the AR-15, should not be allowed to exist in the hands of an average citizen anymore. According to a recent Time article, “AR-15-style rifles have been used in recent mass shootings at in Aurora, Colo.; Santa Monica and San Bernardino, Calif.; Orlando, Florida and now Parkland.” There is no place in our civilized society for the capabilities that this weapon offers to regular citizens. Unless you are on an actual battlefield, the AR-15—the closest thing to an M-16—should be illegal to own.

If America can’t get this military-style weapon off the streets, lawmakers should be doing their best to limit the weapon’s capabilities. Specifically, the parents of the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting of 2012 that claimed the lives of 28 people have a petition to outlaw large-capacity gun magazines like those used with the AR-15 in the massacre in Newtown, Conn. They believe that this will give children and faculty a few more crucial moments to flee.

I think any kind of regulation to get these sorts of weapons or their capabilities reduced is a step in the right direction, but laws can’t change hearts and minds. I’m hoping more civilian gun owners like Pappalardo will have an attack of conscience and do society and American schoolchildren a favor and dispose of their own military-style weapons. The real change needs to happen at home. Not only in regards to gun ownership and responsible use, either. These troubled-children-turned-shooters were the first casualties in each tragedy since Columbine. We must find a way to change their hearts and minds, or innocent school children will continue to suffer the consequences.

 

References

History.com Staff. “Columbine Shooting.” History.com. http://www.history.com/topics/columbine-high-school-shootings.

Drabold, Will, and Alex Fitzpatrick. “The Florida School Shooter Used An AR-15 Rifle. Here’s What to Know About the Gun.” Time.com. http://time.com/5160267/gun-used-florida-school-shooting-ar-15/.

 

Check Out Mothering Humanity

As I launch this blog, I’m very hesitant to shout from the rooftops and direct people I know to the site. Why? You might wonder. Well, I’m not sure I’m living the kind of life I hope to promote here. It is, however, what I aspire to.

So, if it’s ok with you, I’d like to embark on this journey together. I want to be the kind of change I wish to see in the world, but I’m not there yet. If you like the kinds of changes I promote here, than hang around. Maybe, we can make the world a better place a little at a time, or as they say here in Spain, “poco a poco.”

Today, at the grocery store, I practiced the kind of humanity I hope to promote. I’ll explain….

As I approached the checkout aisles, I noticed a handful of people hovering between two registers. One aisle had two people unloading small baskets onto the belt. The other aisle had a haggard-looking mom carefully unloading a basketful of groceries. Her purchase, which was quite large, was being dutifully loaded into bags at the other end of the checkout by, presumably, her husband while two children between the ages of six and ten ran back and forth. In time, the shoppers slowly gravitated to the faster moving checkout.

I had very few items, but I happily moved in line behind the mother and her now half-full cart. I purposely caught her eye, smiled, and said hello. She graciously smiled back and returned the salutation. She ended up having two separate purchases to boot: all the family’s groceries, and then a large stack of coffee packets. I silently wondered if she kept her “mom fuel” on a separate budget. The cashier gave me an apologetic look. I just smiled at him, too.

I’m a smiley person, but I’m not a patient person. Today, I practiced patience.

I don’t know how many times I’ve gone through this same exact grocery store extremely hurried, been impatient with the person before me or the cashier, and rushed off without being courteous to anyone. I’ve also been in this mother’s shoes. Trying my best to organize the items I place on the belt, so they can go into the bags a certain way, in order to facilitate storage later at home. I’ve been haggard. I’ve been pressed for time, energy, sleep, etc…. Today, I just waited – happily.

When the cashier again gave me a look as he finished ringing up the second purchase and motioned towards the family – now, moving their large load from the counter into their cart or arms – I verbally let him know that I was in no hurry. Then, even louder, I corrected myself.

“Well, we’re all in a hurry, aren’t we? That doesn’t mean I have to make this mother feel guilty and try to rush her. I can wait,” I said, and I shot another smile at the struggling mother.

I decided to share this story with you, because this blog is already heightening my own awareness of how I move through this world. I’m so glad you’ve decided to take some of your precious time and read my story. Stick around, this is only the beginning of Mothering Humanity.

Luv&Hugs,

*Kris*

Potty Training

When I started potty training my daughter over the holidays, I was ready to give up after the first 48 hours.

As a first-time mom, I had already made a mistake in this department when I misread my daughter’s signs at a mere 21 months and introduced the potty way too soon.

This time last year, my husband and I rushed out to the store eager to buy our baby a potty chair. She had taken to stripping off her clothes at home and we thought it was a good time to ditch the diapers. We were so excited and proud the first few times she did ‘pee pee’ or ‘poo poo’ on her adorable Doc McStuffins potty chair we scored at a deep discount as Toys “R” Us that doubles as a stepping stool. Once the novelty wore off, she quickly lost interest in the business of doing her business like a big girl.

Her and I both got extremely frustrated. There was some shouting and crying from both sides, and we eventually went back to diapers fulltime and put potty training on pause. I learned, if your child is not ready to potty train, it will not happen. Don’t rush it. Definitely, don’t force it. Take cues from them.

Now, at the ripe old age of two and a half—a good 10 months after our first go-round—I was pretty sure she could handle it. I went out and bought some adorable new “big girl panties.” This advice from my mom was to get my daughter something she’d be excited to put on. We also inherited a lot from my niece who had grown out of a large set of undies before they got around to potty training. I had plenty. If she messed a pair or two and I had to throw them out, it wouldn’t make a dent in the substantial stash.

I marked my calendar for a two-week stretch that I’d be on break between my studies and crossed my fingers that the timing would also be right for my daughter. My mom had all five of us kids potty trained around two years of age, so I was feeling like I was lagging behind. Also, my daughter must be fully potty trained before going off to preschool in the Fall.

I let my daughter play around with the potty and the panties for a week beforehand to get her comfortable with the idea before we went diaperless. When the day rolled around and I confidently announced, “No more diapers!” I think we were both mentally prepared to take on the task.

I didn’t leave home the first two days. That was part of the plan. Let her pick her panties, and let her wear them around the house all day. I know she must have been annoyed with mommy’s persistent, “Do you need to go potty?” every ten minutes, because I got tired of saying it. When she used the potty, I went wild with praise and excitement. My neighbors must have thought I was bonkers. We did have quite a few accidents, nonetheless. I called for help:

 

God, grant me:

Serenity to accept the challenge of potty training,

Courage to become intimately acquainted with my mop & washing machine,

And Wisdom to know when she needs to go.

 

I tried to keep in mind that she was just learning to control her bladder. Up to this point, she’d been able to go in little bursts in her diaper throughout the day. Praying kept my patience flowing.

After a lot of rinsing and washing of floors, clothing, and kiddo, we ventured out into the world on the third day. With a bag full of clothing changes and patience, we arrived at the supermarket. We did a lap around the store loading everything from our list into the cart. I asked my panty-wearing princess if she needed to go potty as we were finishing up and she said, “Yes.” I hurried to the front of the store, let a cashier know that I was leaving my cart near the unopened register beside her, and rushed to the restrooms.

Entering the foreign bathroom with the big white toilet must have been too much for my toddler. She was so nervous, perched on the edge of the seat, that nothing came out. I knew we needed to wrap up our shopping spree quickly. I grabbed the mouthwash and laundry detergent and was heading back towards the front when I got distracted by the discount bin. I wanted to see if I could grab any last-minute Christmas gifts for half off.

It was there that her bladder burst.

I assured her that everything would be all right as I wheeled the stroller back to the checkout line area, and informed the same cashier of our accident. She called for clean up and handed me a roll of paper towel, so I could wipe down the dripping cart. A quick clothing change at the car, and we were back to finally check out. The trip may have taken twice as long as usual, but I was proud of us for braving it. All-in-all, I thought we handled it fairly well. But I did learn that a clothing change isn’t enough. You also need to pack a pair of shoes, just in case the first pair get soggy.

We made a few more outings and had a few more accidents over the next week until my daughter learned to communicate better and feel comfortable with unfamiliar facilities. We also went through a three-day, no-poo crisis that ended in a celebration photo sent to Daddy at work. Don’t worry too much, it usually works itself out in the end.

By the time Christmas Eve came, she hadn’t had an accident in three days. She wore her pretty, red dress over to our in-laws for a feast and arrived home without incident. That is… until she realized Santa had visited her while we were away. She rushed into the living room to see her loot under the tree and whizzed herself like a puppy out of excitement. It was actually kind of cute. She did it again while twirling around in her new ballerina costume. We were all laughing (and cleaning).

In a perfect world, I would say that was the last time she wet herself. It was not. But the accidents have been very, very few. I think we’ve had maybe three in the last seven weeks. I didn’t understand why my girlfriends with little kids didn’t have more sympathy for me when I was in the throws of it those first few days. It seemed like the crappiest job ever – pun intended! The truth is, it all goes by quickly. In just a few short weeks I saw my toddler grasp the new concept and put it into practice. We got through it together and I’m so very proud of her. She already pulls her own garments down and back up by herself and even tried to empty her own potty a handful of times. I applauded the effort, cleaned up the mess, and reminded her that it was mommy and daddy’s job to do the transfer to the toilet. We always let her flush the big toilet, and that puts a smile on her face. Having a potty-trained two year old puts a smile on mine.

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