Mothering

“I do want to try to explain my evolving definition of the word Mother. I am starting to understand that the word works better for me as a verb than a noun. Mothering is a choice we make, like loving is a choice.  We do not need to have given birth or to have signed adoption papers to Mother. To Mother, to me, means to nurture. To heal, to help grow, to give. And so anyone and everyone who is involved in the healing of the world is a Mother.  Anyone who tends to a child, or friend, or stranger, or animal or garden is a Mother. Anyone who tends to Life is a Mother. Tomorrow is a celebration of all the healers and hopers and lovers and givers and tend-ers.”

Glennon from Momastery

I just love this.  You see, I have a wonderful mother – a nurturer of many – but my mother alone.  She found joy in being my Mama and finds even more special wonder in Grandmama-ing my babies.  I also have 2 beautifully healthy boys, which I thank God for every.single.day.  They are the entertainers, rule-breakers, loves of my life.  But, I have also had the great fortune to be surrounded by people who Mother.  Some have helped heal my soul.  Some have helped heal my world.  Some did this even before they were physical mothers.  So, I want to celebrate them too.

I have had the great fortune of being surrounded by beautiful, strong, healthy women – Happy Mother’s Day to all of you.  Thank you for Mothering me.

 

And to answer the question that Cody asks me 50 times per day:  Yes, baby, Mama is the boss.  You would serve yourself best by remembering that.

 

 

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Happy Birthday to you, my dear sister.

Happy Birthday to the woman I would like to call and sing the Meow Mix song to.

Happy Birthday to my sister who had 2 sons – there are moments when I need your advice, laugher, and understanding.

Happy Birthday to the woman who needed me more than I knew.

Happy Birthday from the girl who needed you as much as you knew.

I will always love you – thank you for visiting me last night – it was too short.

Meow.

Love~ Me.

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So, like most Americans, I create New Year’s Resolutions for myself.  I may have even posted about them – but I’m too lazy to look in the archives for them.  And, it seems, like every year, I fail at sticking with the “program” whatever it may be.  What, you too?  Thanks for making me feel better.

You see, my resolutions actually surrounded feeling better.  Taking positive care of myself in all sorts of ways.  I won’t actually bore you with the specific line items, but I am realizing as we are almost half-way through the year, that I haven’t kept my end of the bargain.  You see, I have not only heaved myself from the wagon – multiple times – but now it seems like that damned thing has actually run me over.

I have the discipline, I think.  I have done all of the things that I want to focus on in the past, but for short periods of time, and then I revert to my original unhealthy behavior, and end up completely and utterly disappointed in myself.  I understand that is the irony of such resolutions and that I’m not the only one.

So, in the effort to completely out myself, I am going to do Cinco de Mayo, yes, the 5th of May, resolutions.  One would say that I am starting a revolution for all of the other people who failed at their original goals.  Here we go:

1. I am going to become a better child of God.  Seriously.  I really mean it.

2. I am going to really start taking better care of myself.  This does not involve jumping into the latest fad, being frustrated after 2 days, and quitting with epic proportions.

3. I am going to spend more time pushing the boys.  On the swings, that is.

4. I am going to be in the moment – no more of the “in a few – you fill in the blank here (days, weeks, months, years) I will be better with…”

5. I am going to spend more time connecting with friends on a real level instead of learning about their lives through their tweets or Facebook posts.  Sorry guys, I promise to get better.

6. I am going to spend more time blogging and less time feeling guilty when I haven’t written a post.  You know what they say, if you start doing something when you wanted to instead of feeling bad about not doing it, you would be done by now.

You see, I was told long ago, that to feel the best about ourselves and the lives we lead, all of our “engines” need to be running smoothly – spiritual, emotional, physical, and mental.  I tend to only focus on one at a time, and clearly the singular view isn’t working for me.  (Thanks for the lesson, Dad.  Wish I had started listening to you just a bit earlier.)

Keep in mind that I didn’t say that I was going to try, or I was going to focus on, but I said that I was going to.  Key difference in the mindset.  I am not giving my mind any reason to think that I can’t master all of these things.  But, on the other hand, I realize that as humans, we are never going to get it right all of the time.  It just ain’t gonna happen.

So, there you go.  My Cinco de Mayo resolutions.

Anybody with me?  It would make me feel a whole lot better if someone could post a comment here to let me know that I’m not the only one doing resolutions mid-year….

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So, Easter has come and gone.  It was oddly quiet; just the four of us.  Went to church, had some delicious dinner, and did all of the chores that usually are done on Sundays.  Nothing too outrageous.

On Monday, as normal, I picked up the boys from Norma’s house.  Because it was a beautiful day, the boys had intentions of going out into the back yard to play.  As soon as I walked in the door, I realized that Boomer had accidentally been left outside for the whole day, and my first thought was that he was probably thirsty.

As I opened the door to let him in, I sighted the carnage.  It seemed like Boomer had been busy during the day, and had left us a “gift” in the solarium. There it was, a very un-living bunny, staring right at me.  As I am prone to do, I slammed the door, screamed, and ran out of the house.  The boys ran to me, and before I could explain what had happened, they ran to the back door, which is glass, and their eyes fixed on the distorted rabbit that was missing a good portion of his fur.

Dylan was quick to wonder what we were going to do with it.  He was thinking of ideas of disposal, and in the midst of his brainstorming session, he drove himself to tears because “he’s just too cute to throw away, Mama!”  I thought otherwise.  He figured the best idea was for Drew and him to bury it in the backyard.  Again, I thought otherwise.

Cody, on the other hand, saw this situation with complete innocence.  He stared at the rabbit, and quietly told me, “Mama, Boomer killed the Easter Bunny.”  Tears streamed down his sweet cheeks, as I realized that this was what he remembered most clearly:

I scooped him up, told him that the carcass was absolutely NOT the Easter Bunny, and hugged him with all of my might.

As I was consoling both boys, I thought to myself that this has got to be one of the most dramatic instances of irony  - maybe more coincidence.  Whatever it was, Boomer was sure proud of himself.  Too proud of himself, if you ask me. Then I thought, well, he just made our Easter a bit more outrageous.  At least we will forever remember Easter 2012.

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This pretty sums up our excitement for baseball to start.  Now we have a legitimate reason to avoid Storage Wars, River Monsters, and Hill Billy Handfishin’.  Happy Baseball everyone!

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As I stated in my last post, we are aboard the potty-training, well, train.  It’s been a pretty smooth ride, but every once in a while we have an unexpected…  stop.  Then we hop right back on like nothing has happened.  That’s where the grace comes in.

However, as a mama, I help him have the discipline to continue, knowing that the destination is ahead.  But, like everything, this process has to have the combination of both grace and discipline.  This journey wouldn’t be the same without that dance – discipline to learn from the mistakes and grace to recover from them.

How true this is in my own life.  There are so many facets of my personal life that require discipline, yet I find that I give myself no grace when I can’t master them all at the same time.  Truth is, I wish that I could run on all cylinders, every single day.  But I wonder if my expectations are too high – then I wonder, well, if I think this way, am I giving myself an excuse to live a life full of mediocrity?  I wouldn’t expect Cody to be 100% potty trained after one day – but I also wouldn’t allow for my 3rd grader to be wearing diapers.

As a woman, I feel like the concept of who I am meant to be is constantly evolving.  The woman I expected myself to be 10 years ago is vastly different from the woman I am today.  Like Cody, I am still learning.  He deserves to learn both sides of the coin from me, and I deserve to offer both of those sides to myself.  Because, it isn’t always about the destination.  It takes the discipline to get on the train, and the grace to stay on the track – even when the tunnel is dark and the light at the end is just a tiny, tiny dot.

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So let’s catch up like we are girlfriends from college – we talk like we speak every other day, yet we haven’t seen each other in months.  Okay?

So, in my last post, I promised that as we finished projects around the house, I would show pictures.  Our first project to be documented here has been one that was in the works for a while.  As the boys grew, and their “stuff” multiplied, it became clear that we needed a central place for shoes, coats, bags, and mail.  I had seen pictures all over the internet with great ideas, but it was Drew that conceptualized this beauty.  I couldn’t have asked for anything better, and to be honest, we have used it to its full potential ever since the paint dried.

We have also started the potty training process – which has been interesting, to say the least.  Currently, we are running ’round half naked.  Hey, he’s already peed through all of his undies.  I truly had no other choice.

Lastly, we have discovered a fondness for worms.  Well, not me, so much.  Mostly Dylan.  He was trying to convince me that the leftover worms from a short fishing trip this afternoon should live in his room.  He said it best – “Mom, don’t worry, they won’t bit you.  They will stay in my room.  I love them.  You and Dad talk about it.  Don’t worry, though.”  Yes, he actually said bit – that isn’t a typo.  What a lovely human.

 

Catch up again soon?  I promise to meet you there.

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Crazy & impatient

I obsess over things – big things, small things, big ideas, small ideas.  I find that I need to have something to obsess over, or else I am completely bored.  Lately, it’s been the house.

Our house, you see, is great.  Sort of.  It is a wonderful home for our boys.  Thankfully, it is small enough to thoroughly clean in about 2 hours, which is all of the time I usually have.  However, the layout is horrible.  Horribly boring.  Horribly poor use of space.

To be honest, we have gone back and forth hundreds, maybe thousands of times with the sell or remodel conversation.  When I am ready to think about selling, he is in the mood to remodel.  We are hardly ever in the same frame of mind when it comes to our abode.

So, to eliminate the hassle of selling our house, buying a new one and moving, I get ideas.  And, I love seeing what the end result could be in my mind.  But, I forget all of the steps that happen before the beautiful end result.  Through my thought process, I drive Drew crazy.  And that drives me crazy.  He can’t see my vision – usually it is the drain on our pocket-book that he obsesses over.  And, unfortunately, he thinks of the 100 other unfinished projects that need to be completed first.

It’s difficult for me to take things one step at a time.  One would say that I have a significant patience issue.  I want to be patient, but somehow it feels too stagnant not to be moving forward at warp speed.  It feels like nothing is being accomplished.

So, as a way to slow myself down through any more of our home renovations, I am going to start updating you about them here, hopefully in as much detail as I possibly can.  I will be trying to do these projects on a strict budget, which will force me to tap into my creativity.  You see, I am determined to make this our home for forever, no matter how long it will take or how crazy I will drive Drew.

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5 years

Dylan,

I can’t believe you are 5.  I remember the day you were born, and I couldn’t imagine being in the shoes I’m wearing tonight.  I didn’t yet understand what kind of adventure you and I were on – one with twists and turns, joys and fulfillment, frustration and love.

I have such a special relationship with you, Little Bear.  I love to hear your thoughts on life – so simply black and white.  Most days your opinions makes more sense than my internal dialogue.  The stories that you tell are amazingly full and crazy.  It gives me a picture of your imaginary world – which I have to say is currently being overrun by Star Wars characters.  You love me without bounds, and my most favorite times of the entire day is when we snuggle on the couch and I can feel your soul warming me right through my jammies.

You are a good boy, and an even better brother.  You have patience with Cody that I don’t even have most days, and the two of you are growing to be great friends.  You do need to learn to stand your ground with him more, though, but I am confident that you can straighten that out later.  Thank you so much for your helpful nature – always willing to be the one to help clean up.  Yesterday, you even changed the laundry for me – although I think the clean clothes that were in the dryer were spread out on the floor into the 3 piles of dirty laundry when I came down to investigate, waiting to be washed again.

All of your years have been wonderful, Little Bear.  Thank you for this twisty journey – I will travel anywhere with you.  Just don’t tell me where we’re going next.  I want it to be a complete surprise.

Love you,

Mama

 

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Way back when, I found him.  He will forever be my Valentine.  I tell him every day of the week, and at least twice on Sunday how much I adore him.

He loves me too, which completely boggles my mind.

So, on nights like tonight, when we celebrate love, and I come home to flowers, sushi, and a dinner to be enjoyed later, I can’t help but bask in the moment – and look at us through the years.

All of the lovies in the world to you, babe.

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