I’m trying to come to terms with the heartbreaking fact that I only get a seven month-old for one month. It sure is dreamy.
JMU
I’m composing a parenting rule book in my head. #1: Never buy blue toothpaste. #2: Don’t sweep until after the kids come in from the “jump from the truck to the sandpile” game. #3: Try to focus not on the sand tracked in, or the clothes left in the back of the truck, or the bickering that ensued as they negotiated turns, but rather on the fact that they’re together, mostly harmoniously, and out of doors.
SMD
I’m certainly not going to win any parenting awards for my performance today, but we ended on a good note – which is something. And I planted flowers.
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Loving these boys (and their daddy) means loving baseball and spending Saturdays at the ballfield. Good thing I do. Mostly.
JMU
Eight years ago, he was just a lima bean inside my fishbowl, making me constantly nauseous and a hormonal mess. Today he rode sixteen miles, mostly out ahead of me. And in that cyclical nature of life, tonight I felt kumquat #4 squirming around inside. What a gift, this vocation of motherhood. What a trip, this raising of children into people.
SMD
Gratitude
:: The sandbox in the shade of the willow
:: Strong boys eager to pitch in
:: Barbequed chicken
:: Hula hoop show-down
:: Projects completed
:: A chore-less Sunday on the horizon
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We never got around to cleaning out the garden before winter. Unbeknownst to us, the kale re-seeded itself, and we harvested our best crop today. The garden has lessons to teach.
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Gratitude:
I feel like a different person when the sun’s out.
that I have friends selling stuff at every farmer’s market in town.
new paint in the living room
going out to dinner here.
time alone together brought to you by our awesome babysitting co-op. Don’t know what I’d do without ‘em.
I don’t know where this feeling came from, but I can’t shake it. Nothing like an acute awareness of your own mortality to see the world more rightly. Is it grace or a curse to suddenly have this sense that it can all disappear tomorrow? Perhaps its just the shifting energy of the season’s change. Or hormones.
JMU
The weight of this privilege makes me catch my breath with its sobering reality: me, a mother to these four little souls (where’s my license?), shaping them and teaching them what it means to live and love. I need all of heaven’s help.
JMU
