Monthly Archives: May 2014

W.W.C.D? (What would cavemen do?)

What Would Cavemen Do?                                                   May 23, 2014

I don’t remember where I was headed. Maybe taking my daughter to dance class? Where ever it was, I wanted to first stop at Starbucks for gas. (smile) I've recently traded my dear friend Diet Coke for a newer, friendlier gas; Iced-Chai Tea Latte (yum). On my way in that direction, I wondered what the cavemen did when they were running low. (I’m odd that way.) My guess is that they lied down on the closest flat boulder in the warm sun with the breeze blowing on their sweat, and went to sleep. (I must have REALLY been tired.) They didn't have to worry about traffic or the grocery store errands or dance class or volleyball or soccer or being late for meetings. Their sports were of course catching food. No grocery carts for them.

I know what you’re thinking. Dinosaur danger. I think we also have dinosaurs. Much bigger ones. Too much television, cellphones, electronics, violent movies and video games, bullies, alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, sugar…flour.

The worst thing is that we allow our dinosaurs to lie down next to us and chill. We pet them and give them names.

I’m not being judgmental. I LOVE sugar, flour, wine and The Blacklist (TV). My iPhone is more dear to me than any other item in my purse. (Remember when wallets were special?!) RIGHT NOW AS WE SPEAK, my daughter is watching a Mine Craft video on her iPad. That is allowing me the time to write this. (Smile, again.) (In my defense, she’s exhausted and needs the down time. Dance class three times a week and the end of the school year has kicked her cute little booty. I HAVE fed her dinner. Two points?)

I imagine cavemen didn't try to keep up with the Jones’s, either. My cave is better than your cave. No...I imagine it was more like: your cave has a brontosaurus in it? Bring your tribe on over. We’re having a non-barbecue tonight of slaughtered pterodactyl. B.Y.O.U. (Bring your own utensils.)

It’s hard to imagine which life is a simpler life. You know how I am about worry. Being cavewomen, we would have a very different worry world. But worry is worry and it would still inhibit our muscular bodies and simple minds. It’s a female habit.

The world was cleaner then. Skies, soil, oceans. Will we ever be able to undo all the done? Is there anyone that can make things the way that they were? Or is it the universe that decides. “Okay. You guys are getting carried away aGAIN! But THIS time, you get a choice:

Do you prefer a flood, terrorists, or food poisoning? A flood is rather quick, terrorism is very violent, or do you just want to keep eating the way you do from the land that you poison? That one takes a long time. Lots of suffering. Strictly your choice.”

Maybe we could make a deal with it. What if we started cleaning? If we all knew that we would have to start over, would we all work together? Would we stop the senseless crimes and bullying and earth destruction? There’s a LOT of people here that would have to agree with one another. If we KNEW that we had to fix it in order to survive, of course we would start right away, wouldn't we?

Where do cavemen go when they want to feel safe? That’s what we could start with. If we start with our homes and work outwards, we could save ourselves from the dinosaurs. Maybe we could eventually stop using so much gas so that they didn't have to die in vain! We could just walk to Starbucks, instead.

~~Katherine A. Rayne~~ I want to share my book with you. You can find it on Back To Being A Woman (Without Changing The Man) in Paperback and ebook.

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Don’t Pass on Passion. Pass it on.

Friday, May 9, 2014


Don't Pass on Passion. Pass it on.

Mother’s Day is Sunday and I really wanted to write about my mom. But I’m finding I’m still selfish about the memory of her. (Almost ten years have passed since she has. I’m pretty stingy.) So I will write about passions. My mom had hers and in later years she was too busy with either work or her ten grandchildren (also passions of hers) to fully enjoy them, not that she ever voiced regret. Her greatest passion was, after family and friends, art. She painted, pasteled, sketched and drew. I knew her passion at a very young age. I remember when I was four or five years old watching my dad add his touches to one of her oil paintings that she had left out to dry. I was shocked that he’d paint on her work, something so personal. I don’t know what happened when she found out, but the memory stayed with me that her art was sacred to her. We should all know that about mom at a young age.

During the weeks leading up to Mother’s Day, as a preschool teacher there are motherly projects that we work on each year. One is a questionnaire for our students asking them about their mom.

How old is your mom?

How much does she weigh?

What’s her favorite color?

A lot of the answers are fun and they tend to reflect their feelings instead of their mom’s. More questions:

What makes your mom laugh?

What would your mom do if she had more time?

What does your mom love to do to relax?

I love it when they have an immediate answer without having to think about it, no matter what their answer is.

It means that they have seen the happiness on her face when she does those things that she loves. Even if it’s sitting down to watch a favorite TV show or sleeping in.

I recently asked my daughter what she felt my passions were. She knew them.

"Writing, drawing, Haagen-Dazs Chocolate ice-cream and butterflies!"

I WAS surprised that she left out a few. I LOVE putting on my pajamas, and I LOVE getting into bed. She knows this for sure. Those aren't all of my passions, but I’d passed this mommy test.

Sometimes I have students who can’t think of anything that makes their mom happy. Her passions are theirs. This is true for me as well. To see my daughter or my son have fun and smile and laugh is a passion beyond words. Even more so if they do it together. So yes, I love to see her ride her bike or dance in her recital. But it’s just as important for her to see MY passions.


Instill passion in your children.

Not by telling them to be passionate about their hobby, but by letting them see YOUR passion. When you want to put on your pajamas, don’t say, “I’m going to put on my pajamas, I’m exhausted.” Instead say, “I’m going to put on my pajamas. Who’s with me!?”

And argue a little bit harder when they want to eat your last bite of that chocolate ice-cream cone. “You can have a couple of bites, but save the last one for me!” Pass on the passion. Let them know that life is to be enjoyed, even the small things. Especially the small things.           ~Katherine A. Rayne~

Katherine A. Rayne is the author of Back To Being A Woman (Without Changing The Man), a book to help us in our relationships. Even with our children and friends, but most importantly with ourselves. Find her book on in paperback or ebook form.

Enjoy the little things! They are the big things!