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Does your child talk ALOT?

I talk a lot… a lot! Always have, Oprah said “I was a talkin child”. My brain fires stuff at me constantly that is random and feels urgent. Then it says to me internally “quick you have to say it before you forget it”. My brain often doesn’t give me time to organise my thoughts, find some tact and prioritise what I need to say. I have an over powering urge and a need to get it out, I don’t mean to be but can be tactless, which has got me in trouble a lot. At times I talk so fast, because I have a lot to say, in a small amount of time. I spray my words like a machine gun.

My school reports reflected that in a negative way every year “If she put as much time into her school work, as she does into socialising she would do extremely well”. I heard on the telly, on the news when I was last in Melbourne that apparently girls that talk a lot could be ADHD, makes sense. I control it better now, age plus experience helps. I can read a situation better, I’m older. I have trouble sleeping at times because my brain doesn’t like to switch off. I often listen to sleep meditation via YouTube in bed to get sleep. I have a pad by my bed so I can write things down to clear de-clutter my head, I have hundreds of books I write in. I really need to concentrate to be a good listener, close my mouth and open my ears, an art I’m trying to improve, especially as a mum. I need to merely listen and hug not always feel I need to help solve their problems for them.

If you have a chatty daughter put her into speech and drama, that’s positive. If you have a chatty kid don’t tell them to shut up. Be mindful, sit down occasionally look us in the eye and listen as we often have interesting things to say. Don’t just give low energy responses like, mmm, oh, wow, as we know you aren’t listening, it feels like you don’t care. Making talking a positive experience.

My brother used to say ” shuuuuut uuuuppp Suzie, no one wants to hear about your stupid horse”. Mum would let me talk about my horse for half an hour each night while she cooked tea. She always would say “Suzie… think before you speak”. I now talk for a living, public speaking in a bid to empower women including myself. My much younger sister by 16 years, always says I’m undiagnosed ADHD, a bit manic, ADHD was unheard of when I was growing up in the 70s, Mum just kept me busy. I kept myself busy organising the neighbourhood kids to make shows and play schools, of course I was always the teacher.

Let them talk, tell her broad casting school in Wellington is a great option, with all that talk she could be on the radio or tv or in politics one day. I will… “She believed she could, so she did” with my rock a very patient, tolerant husband by my side, “he believes I can, so I do!”

Suz x

 

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Social media approval from the family

I’ve sat all my kids and hubby down a few weeks ago to talk. Asked them are they OK with me discussing topics including them openly on my public profile page.

  • Talking
  • Blogging
  • Videos
  • UNPC at times
  • Raw real relatable
  • Interactive
  • Thought provoking
  • Supportive to other parents
  • Business
  • Life
  • Discipline
  • Funny stories
  • Craziness 
  • Parenting our way
  • Them
  • Fun
  • Current daily events
  • Everything and anything

My kids are great, secure in themselves said they don’t mind at all, they like it. The kids at school think it’s cool one said. I’ve always been extremely open and honest with them from day one. It’s kinda normal for them, Mum is Mum.

Me…

  • A bit out there
  • UNPC
  • Tactless
  • Filter free
  • Extrovert

But ALWAYS with pure intentions, that’s how we Johnson’s roll.❤️ They agreed to talk to me if anything I do or say upsets them on here, so far so good. Their self-esteem is 100% intact. You, me and the kids are learning as we go, let’s support and help each other, life’s a crazy ride! Have a few laughs along the way.

I know my very open, not very private style will ruffle a few people’s feathers along this journey, but at least it gets us all talking and communicating. Pushing the limits and out of our comfort zone makes us feel alive.
Suz x

 

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Happy Fathers Day

Happy Father’s Day!

To the non-biological dads that have stepped up. To the grandfathers, the legend father in laws like mine Joe! Happy Father’s Day to the single mums carrying the load of both parents. Mum raised my sister Bex on her own.

Happy Father’s Day to the Dads in heaven like mine, John king 👍🏻

Lotto, socks, homemade cards and a roast was my husband Kiwis excitement. Hanging out at home for our family mucking in the shed and the paddocks. Nothing materialistic, just chillin. I picked the father of my children well. I’m lucky to have a husband who’s a great dad to our kids but half the neighborhood as well. He’s a big, larger than life, family oriented, quietly loving, non-fuss, get on with it sort of NZ bloke who will always help a mate. He’s generous, patient, tolerant, a hugger, a loud laugher, a kid magnet and he is non-judgmental. Loves the simple things like the odd Kung Fu movie, a beer with some boil up and fishing. No interest in gossip or drama but can cook a mean feed for many. Always puts in a full hard day at work then still makes time for the kids. He’s secure in who he is and doesn’t want fancy clothes or cars to prove his worth. No shame in jandles 24/7 for him. He is a good listener and comforter, instinctively knows how to put people at ease. A good sense of humor a booming laugh with a few drinks in him he will carve up the dance floor.

Kiwi the super brainy Maori fulla …

Buster
Angus
Murphy
Pipi
And Scarlets …. DAD.

Their Hero ❤️

 

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Not My Problem

 

I learnt this from my boxing coach Mr Filipo Sana.

I forgot my wraps Filipo’ ‘not my problem Suz, I taught you to come prepared’

I can’t run in these boxing boots and I haven’t brought my sneakers Filipo’ ‘not my problem Suz, I taught you to come prepared, don’t make your problem my problem, I’m not owning that’.

We take on other peoples problems, in work and life unnecessarily:

  • Our kids
  • Our work mates
  • Our friends
  • Our jobs, especially as a supervisor or boss, people like to offload responsibility, its easier than fixing the problem themselves

Its frustrating when we have given the plan or the tools to succeed already. Like at staff training or family rules. So I will use this now not my problem you sort it out at home and work. I guess its human nature, easier to pass the problem on… try to make it some one else’s. If this happens; mirror image that problem right back at them… reflect. It could be the grenade theory, say not my problem.

If the kids aren’t prepared for the cross country at school, haven’t bothered to find their sneakers and gear until the morning, last minute before school its not your problem mum. So let them face the consequences of running in bare feet, let them feel the ripple effect of how being under-prepared affects them and those around them. Poor performance running, prickles and cold feet. Less house points for their team in school sports for poor performance. Hopefully they’ll be more prepared next time. The Johnson kids understand that every decision in life they make has a consequence and a ripple effect. More adults need to take this on board. Be responsible for your own shit!

A good parent an effective manager and supervisor gives the team the tools to do a good job and the respect to trust they will, the training, the inductions, the manuals, the resources and the communication. But a good manager doesn’t do other peoples jobs for them. They also don’t own others slack behaviors or responsibility and job avoidance. Use the mirror and grenade theory, chuck it back, leave them to deal with it not my problem its your job, you sort it, accept the consequences and ripple effects.

NOT MY PROBLEM… DEAL WITH YOUR OWN SHIT!

Suz x

 

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Mothers Day

Hey its Suzie Johnson here…

Mums, this is YOUR DAY! A CELEBRATION OF YOU AND YOUR AWESOMENESS!

Mums are pretty special people. You have no idea what a mother goes through until you become one yourself.

Mums still love you even after they had you and you made them sleep deprived, worry, poor, their boobs saggy, tummy stretch marked and bum hemorrhoidal.

Mums don’t have to be biological, I have five babies, ones adopted; I tell her she didn’t grow under my heart she grew in it. I got to pick her, so she’s my present!!! I love her as I love them all.

Mums need to be told often they are loved and cherished because they aren’t always going to be here. One day there will come a day you wish you told her you loved her more. So text her, phone her, visit her TELL HER OFTEN.

I have a few second mums, not biologically attached, but caring woman that have taken me under their wings and loved unconditionally through the years, so I thank them too. It takes a community of women to raise children, Mums and grandmas, second mums, adoptive mums, surrogate mums. A big posy of caring women with a wealth of knowledge, they have intuition and lead by example.

So all you fab mums out there; eat the cake and buy the shoes. Remember life is short, look at all those ladies on the titanic that waved off the desert trolley because they were watching their weight and didn’t eat the cake. Don’t make that mistake.

Mums try hard, struggle and give everything to make sure our kids feel happy and loved. Eat the cake and drink up, especially all you single mums, you are bloody legends.

 

Love you Mums, YOU ROCK!

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Fear and Excuses

I was 93kg back in December;

My exercise was running a lamp post and walking a lamp post.  I was out of breath and hating every minute, embarrassed and in fear of people judging me. They would honk their horn, and yell when they saw me thundering along, gasping for air and uncoordinated!!! Trying to make excuses in my brain of why I should STOP! In the end, I couldn’t handle the shame and feeling discouraged. Then I thought FUCK IT… FUCK THEM! Who cares what they think! this is actually about ME not THEM. I’m lapping everyone on the couch.  I’m trying, I’m doing it, I have my legs and they feel like jelly, but they are running. Fuck what everyone else thinks.

I signed up for a charity boxing match and after a few months of tears, hard exercise, training and dropping 18kg from clean eating and exercise. I was thinking about what stops us from moving forward in life and reaching our full potential. What holds us back? It’s easier to stay in the now, not grow; it’s familiar and can just be a habit. It’s easier to make excuses, complain and not move. Guess what MOTIVATION IS THE NEW ACCESSORY. We all like easy, it’s our comfortable place, its FEAR, its being SCARED, its fear of failing that stops us, fear of being laughed at and not being good enough. Fear of judgement, fear of what people say, fear of pain, fear of effort. Feel the fear and do it anyway, what do you have to lose?

You can’t grow and be the best version of yourself staying normal or not pushing yourself!

You don’t know how awesome things are or how awesome you can be if you don’t try new things. Difficult challenging things… like… mine is BOXING. For you it could be a university paper, a course etc. When you conquer your fear you discover a new confidence and self-esteem. The best bit is you meet new like-minded people like I have. The red team my ROCKS!

INSPIRE others before you EXPIRE, by leading by example. In other words, no regrets, no what if’s. Don’t let fear stop you, life is for LIVING, gain strength from that.

 

Where my focus goes my energy flows!

 

This is a cut out and stuck on my computer.

So if I concentrate on the negative, people or gossip or situations that’s where all my energy will go, in circles and down the drain. Talk to yourself positively in your head; I concentrate on the positive, which is a new thing. Conquering the fear with a task, project, person and that’s where my energy will flow on the positive. To overcome fear one needs to stop complaining, wingers are annoying.

  • Take the fear by the balls
  • Stare it out
  • Accept the obstacles
  • Make the goal
  • Create a plan
  • Get resourceful
  • Execute the plan (2 planes if you have too, plan A if that fails you got plan B)

Then be super stoked, puffy chested proud of yourself and enjoy the new found confidence once the goal is completed. Plan to conquer the next goal, feel the fear and do it anyway. We all worry too much about what others think of us. As long as YOU like YOU, earn your OWN respect for yourself, by believing, and achieving.

Who cares what others think of us, it is their business, leave it with them. The people that really know you well, love you and you respect are the ones you value their opinion and they only want the best for you. Don’t let other people’s flippant opinions hinder you reaching your full potential.

No more fear and excuses… why be ordinary when you can be extraordinary.

Love Suz x

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But Why?.. Crazy Mumma Suz

Why?… its a question I ask myself daily.

Why Suzie do you do what you do? Mum to five kids, wife to husband Kiwi & hands on owner & clothing designer for The OOSH Experience. A group of stores born from $5 and a dream to empower woman to be comfortable in the body there are in, with honest advice and some great NZ Made clothing. Oops almost forgot to mention I also run a NZ Made clothing factory, property investment company and importing business, as well I’m a motivational public speaker, radio host, business coach and entertainer extraordinaire, (breath Suzie breath)…phew!

Life’s never boring round here, some people call me crazy, where does she get her energy, how does she do what she does… why does she do what she does? When times are tough and I haven’t seen my kids for a while or I’m sitting alone in a motel room, that why? question comes up a lot.

What do I know about myself.  I’m a passionate 40 something Crazy Mumma, my life lessons confirm that I was put on this earth to make a difference. Yeah I make mistakes, but I don’t let them stop me. I know who I am and I know I’m good at what I do. I’m empowering others with my experiences and knowledge in my own Crazy Mumma way. Yeah its corny, but my kids have to grow up in this world, so I need to make it a better place!

So that question again… Why? Because I can, because I’m good at it and hell why not?

 

We’ll talk again soon, Love Suz xox

 

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