*Disclosure: This post is sponsored by Hefty®, however all opinions are my own, as always.
This Mother’s Day, my husband and I were discussing what we were like as young kids and how our mothers parented us (and how things have changed in the last few decades). I remember when I was younger, we used to live in Iwakuni, Japan when my dad was stationed there in the early 1990’s. He was in the U.S. Marines, and my mother stayed at home with my sister and I. We weren’t the easiest little girls to raise. My favorite thing to do as a toddler, apparently, was put on one of my sister’s dresses and run out through the neighborhood while my mom was busy. The neighbors would call my mother and tell her, “Corinne’s out running around, again…” I would scoot on home solemnly with my hand clutched in the neighbor’s hand, the back collar of my dress still undone and my knees scuffed with dirt.
When I stare at my morning cup of cold coffee that’s somehow not already anchored to the kitchen counter from never being tipped up towards my tired mouth for a sip, I often close my eyes and picture those days in Japan. My youngest son, Jax, likes to run out of the front door towards the sidewalk to race the cars and run circles in the front yard. He reminds me a lot of myself at that age – he’s too wild to sit still, and too anxious to stay in one place. He needs adventure and movement. Luckily, he doesn’t need dresses to run around in. In fact, he prefers no clothes at all. My little guy likes to go au naturel now that the weather has warmed up.
My mother has carried on an ultra strong example of what it means to be a wife and mother through her own childhood strife and parenting woes. I like to think I get a lot of my strength from her example. I’ll never forget one conversation we had together, when she was talking to me about relationships and growth. She would say that you should throw away the things that don’t make you better or stronger, and always hold onto the things that do. You’ll know something isn’t bettering you when you constantly feel bad around it. Without that advice, I’m not sure where I’d be, but I can guarantee I wouldn’t be as happy because I ended up with an amazing family with two little boys!
Just like she taught me to throw away the bad stuff to maintain the good stuff, she always used Hefty® Ultra Strong™ trash bags – they never let any of the bad stuff get out, like her hamburger spaghetti (sorry, mom)!
Now that I’m a mother myself, I trust Hefty® to keep all of my ‘bad stuff’ contained with their triple action technology to help resist tears, punctures, and leaks. I especially love the Lavender & Sweet Vanilla scent powered by ARM & HAMMER™ patented odor neutralizer! The old saying of Mother knows best is true, and mine knows the ultra-strength and ultra-savings behind Hefty® Ultra Strong™ trash bags.
My favorite feature of our Hefty® Ultra Strong™ trash bags is the break resistant grip drawstring – no more trash all over the inside of the garbage can when there’s a fresh bag, because the drawstring keeps the bag from falling once we start putting our trash in.
Best of all, Hefty® boasts a 100% satisfaction guarantee: Hefty® can handle all your trash bag needs, or your money back! Which is great for our household because I find plenty of toy dinosaurs, race cars, and socks shoved down into the trash can every week so the fact that there aren’t any holes torn by little fingers messing with the trash bag amazes me ;).
This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Hefty®.