![]() People who knew me before Evan can't believe it. They can't believe I'm a mom. They can't believe some of the things I do now. And honestly, neither can I. Before Evan, I enjoyed seeing other people with their kids, but I never imagined myself as a mom. Now that I am, I can't help but wonder what took me so long. I’ve discovered I’m capable of everything I ever needed, even things I didn’t know I wanted. I had the best role models. Both my grandmothers were incredible. They had green thumbs, cooked without recipes, and everything seemed to come naturally to them. But I’m sure it took years of practice to perfect their skills. My dad was always surprised that I didn’t know how to cook. I was always in the kitchen with my paternal grandmother, but cooking wasn’t my thing. Over time, though, I've come to realize that I've inherited many of their qualities. Both my grandmothers were creative in their own unique ways. My maternal grandmother could transform anything into something beautiful, like the Martha Stewart of our family. Though she often showcased her creativity indoors, she also spent time outside. My paternal grandmother grew blackberries, plums, and pomegranates and used them in her cooking. Now, when I watch HGTV, I can totally see her being on one of those shows. Despite her constant fatigue—her catchphrase was "I'm so tired", my paternal grandmother never stopped. However with my maternal grandmother, a stroke appeared to be the catalyst in slowing her down, but not completely. They were unstoppable forces, and I'm proud to have inherited their creativity and determination. And while I see so much of my grandmothers in myself, there are also qualities in my mom that I admire. Even though my brother and I are grown, she never stops working, never stops helping, never stops praying, or never stops giving her opinion! Ha! She just never stops. I see those qualities in myself now, especially when I'm creating things with Evan. When he was younger, I never imagined I'd be doing some of the things I do now. But my creativity shines through when I'm helping him with school projects, organizing his gaming setup, or assisting with splicing his videos and making logos. My creativity truly comes in handy. I never want to stop being supportive of my son. He's at an age now where he notices when other kids don't have the support at home that he receives from me. That recognition means the world to me. I don't need extravagant accolades—his gratitude, even when he doesn't realize he's expressing it, is priceless. I can't imagine having a child other than Evan. He wasn't planned, and I certainly wouldn't plan for a second, but he's given me everything: the wherewithal, the truth wrapped in growth spurts, and a personality full of yelling and screaming. And I'm so appreciative, honored, and blessed to be his mom. Happy Mother's Day!
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![]() As a 'seasoned' accountant (where there’s more salt than pepper), navigating through a maze of numbers comes as second nature to me, much like knowing the complete menu at Starbucks. With over three decades of experience under my belt, you'd think there's little that could surprise me. Yet, the twists and turns of parenthood have a way of presenting challenges that no spreadsheet can calculate. It's mohawk season. One year during summer camp, my son decided he wanted a mohawk. It was a blend of swimming and soccer, sprinkled with a hefty dose of last-minute planning. As a first-time mom, I quickly discovered that securing a spot in a summer camp was as extremely competitive as purchasing front-row seats at a concert by a legendary artist like Prince. The camp kicked off with a group of motivated volunteers and energetic kids. However, about three or four weeks in, the camp morphed into daily critiques reminiscent of famous film critics Siskel and Ebert. A story for another day, perhaps. Enters Landon, the catalyst for my son's sudden interest in a new hairstyles. Describing Landon's haircut without knowing its official name, my son made it clear: he wanted a mohawk. A few days later, Landon finally makes an appearance, I understood. A mohawk it was, standing tall, proud, and flowing through the kicks. The only hiccup? My son's hair was nothing like Landon's. The prospect of him achieving a similar style seemed as feasible as my son driving us home that day. This predicament mirrored the experiences I've had in my professional life. Clients often come in, dazzled by the strategies and successes of others, wishing to replicate them. Like haircuts, however, what works for one may not suit another. As I've learned to navigate these waters (in a life jacket, I can't swim), I've embraced the role of "The Reconciliator" – part mediator, part creator, committed to tailoring solutions that fit each unique scenario. (To think, now I'm a seamstress too?) Just like hairstyles, there's no one-size-fits-all in accounting. The key lies in understanding the individual characteristics, needs, and goals. Whether it's aligning a client's accounting strategies with their industry standards or adapting a new business model, customization is king. Fast forward to the present, and my son has proudly rocked his mohawk for over six years. Just when I thought he had grown in this style, and how it fit his gamer role, now he's wanting another change. We're embarking on a new adventure: twists (help me). As with any new journey, it's about finding what works best for him, ensuring it reflects his personality and style. It's a continuous process of trial, error, and success, much like fine-tuning a company's accounting framework. In the end, whether it's reconciling multiple accounts or figuring out how to style a mohawk so it stands just right, the principle remains the same: what matters most is finding the perfect fit. And in both hair and accounting, when you get it right, it's not just about looking good—it's about feeling confident, capable, and ready to present it to the world. So, to all the parents and professionals out there, remember: sometimes, the journey to finding the right style (be it for hair or for your business) can be twisted. But with a bit of patience, creativity, and tailored advice, you'll find that perfect balance. And I believe, when it reconciles, it doesn't just add up, it may stand up, lay just right, and shine. ![]() You’re deep in the trenches of work, deadlines approaching, when a meeting notification pops up. Yes, you forgot! So what do you do? Stop what you're doing, drop the volume on your latest podcast binge, and roll right out of your desk cave to clean up for that dreaded video call. In our chaotic world of in-office clusters, hybrid huddles, and the mysterious state of 100% remote work, it's a daily gamble of whether I am going on-camera or not? I’ve become a queen at the quick-change act, with a mirror on my desk like a required office tool, next a rotating selection of shirts and cardigans, all to ensure I'm camera-ready for Zoom or Teams. But here's the twist ... every time I manage to get dressed in record time, looking sharp and feeling comfortable, it turns out to be a phone call. No camera involved. Of course. So, I'm left considering life's big questions: How many shirts does one need to cycle through to not repeat an outfit on a video call? Is there an app to track this? Maintaining a video-call-appropriate wardrobe feels like organizing a sock drawer during an earthquake. My wardrobe only consists of fleece wear. Let’s face it, nothing has really changed. I remain dedicated to not wearing the same thing twice—unless it’s an audio-only call, in which case, you'll find me rocking my favorite kimono or robe with my hair still in pinned curls. Stay fly (or don't, I'll never know on a phone call) and familiar with your calendar. ![]() Nicknames: those unique spices sprinkled by friends, family, and colleagues throughout our lives, adding flavor and character to our personal stories. From the moment we enter the world, we're branded with labels that stick better than a Post-It on a refrigerator door. And just like that, before you can spell "identity," you're lovingly dubbed "boo-boo" by proud parents. Growing up, I was affectionately known as 'Lady' by my parents, while my brother was their 'Man'. No royal lineage here, just parents who embraced regal titles for their kids. One of my dad's oldest friend recounts being amused about the love my dad had of "his lady". He said he thought “dane, this man really LOVES his wife.” Imagine the friend's surprise when he discovered that this "lady" was, in fact, his buddy's toddler daughter – me! I loved that story! On the maternal side of my family, I’m called 'Pumpkin'—or "Punkin" in Southern drawl. Being the first grandchild, I suppose I was as round and plump as a pumpkin. On my paternal side, among the weeping willows and hydrangeas, I'm known as Roni and Runt. The phenomenon of nicknames isn't confined to just family gatherings or neighborhood playgrounds. It follows us into our college affiliations and professional lives. Step into any workplace, and you'll find yourself in a parallel universe brimming with a fresh set of nicknames. As a child, I was Veronica to my classmates, VP to my young adult friends, and in various workplaces, it's been a game of name roulette—Valerie, Vanessa, Victoria, but never Veronica! Then there's my son, whom I affectionately call 'Boo-Boo'. As a toddler, he warmed my heart by calling me Mommy, until he declared that turning ten meant he'd start calling me 'Mom'. Yes, kids grow up fast, and with each growth spurt, their nicknames for you must mature as well! This nickname conundrum extends into every crevice of organizational life. Ever noticed how each company has its own glossary of terms and acronyms? What's "telecommuting" in one office is simply "remote" in another. And the terms "sick leave" versus "medical leave," "lease" versus "rent," or "profit" versus "earnings" vary by the water cooler. Despite being Veronica, Valerie, or Vanessa, I remain ‘V’. Just like those interchangeable job titles: Customer Service” versus “Client Service” or “admin” versus “executive assistant”, “billing analyst” versus “AR specialist” the essence of who we are doesn’t waver, even if our daily tasks fluctuate like stock market prices. So, what’s the deeper story with nicknames? They’re like personalized badges of identity, given for traits, mistakes, or fond memories. They signify affection, humor, and sometimes just fill a space on a nameplate. The origins of nicknames might remain a mystery, but their impact is undeniable. They stick like glue and say more about our relationships than one conversation could ever reveal. So wear your nicknames with pride—they’re not just names, but badges of honor, tokens of affection, and occasionally, perfect material for your next workplace anecdote. ![]() As an accountant and bookkeeper, I’ve tread through the financial statements of various industries, wearing many different "shoes" along the way. Much like my transition from high-heel wedges to flip-flops, and eventually to sneakers, my approach to different clients has evolved significantly over time. In my early days, fresh out of college, my confidence was as high as my 3-4 inch wedges. I was ready to conquer the world, one balance sheet at a time. Equipped with a universal checklist, I believed I could apply the same accounting principles to any business, big or small. However, just as wearing wedges daily proved to be a lesson in practicality, so did applying a one-size-fits-all approach to clients. Then came the flip-flop phase. Ah, the freedom! This was not just a fashion choice but a state of mind, inspired by the laid-back beach effect and the desire for sand between my toes. In accounting terms, this was when I began to realize that not all businesses fit into the same mold. The checklist I used for a manufacturing company was vastly different from what was needed for a tech startup. Flexibility became my new mantra, understanding that while the basics of accounting remain constant, their application can vary as much as summer footwear. Motherhood brought about the biggest change in both my wardrobe and my professional life. Sneakers became my go-to for their comfort and versatility, much like the customized approach I now take with each client. Gone are the days of high heels and one-size-fits-all checklists. Today, I have a different "pair of sneakers" for each client, recognizing that the work-from-home uniform of leggings and the unique needs of each business require a tailored approach. Just as you wouldn't wear flip-flops to run a marathon or wedges to a beach party, you can't apply the same accounting practices to every business. Each client, like each pair of shoes, has its own set of needs, challenges, and goals. Understanding this has not only made me a better accountant but also saved me from many metaphorical blisters along the way. So, to my fellow accountants, remember: what fit then, may not fit now. Keep your "shoe" closet diverse and be ready to walk a mile in different soles. After all, the right fit is everything – in shoes and in client relationships. And who knows? Maybe along the way, you’ll find that perfect pair that feels just right. |
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