Early in the 8 o'clock hour I found my husband cuddled up behind my young son in his twin sized bed. It was a precious sight. Those two look so cute together, and Henry always looks sweetest when silent. I left them in the pitch black room, and I wonder if I'll have a bedmate tonight. At dinner Vivian shared the story of her birth. She told the others that the medicine did not work, and she was the "painfullest" baby mommy ever had. She said, "I was born the fastest." Henry, thinking he was correcting her, said, "No, Viv. You were born the fattest." I almost spit cauliflower across the dinner table the laughter hit so suddenly.
Last week Robbie tickled Vivian so much at bedtime that she peed herself. I was heading out the door for a meeting when Robbie appeared with a disgruntled look and wet PJs and panties. He couldn't believe what had happened. That was a first.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Saturday, October 4, 2014
House of Rocks and the Impressive Stream
Robbie wants boulders. Today we went on what we market to the children as "an adventure" to the House of Rocks to search for rocks, boulders, and flagstone for the front landscaping that we plan to personally install next weekend. The adventure for Henry transformed from the opportunity to do his homework in the van while his parents looked at boulders to a pee emergency after consuming a whole bottle of Gatorade post-soccer game. He was crying he needed a restroom so badly. We were in the back of a gravel lot with loads of rocks piled from hither to yon. I started walking him towards the distant storefront building, but the way he was physically attempting to hold back the pee convinced me an immediate solution was in order. We slipped between two giant piles of rocks that were on the edge of a wooded area overlooking a stream below. My city son has little experience with such outdoor endeavors, so his stream shot skyward before descending like a rainbow's arc. We both found the distance of his pee stream incredibly hilarious, which caused Henry to shake with laughter. I was shocked by the volume released (so maybe there was a reason to cry), and he finally said, "That feels better." "I imagine," I replied. As usual, I never would have gone to the House of Rocks envisioning such a funny mothering memory made.
Friday, October 3, 2014
"Oh, I work plenty."
A lovely friend of mine just emailed me an article, Being a Stay-at-Home Parent Is a Luxury...for Your Spouse by Chaunie Brusie. It dealt with a woman's guilt over being at home with her children while her husband was an active member of the workforce. She felt the need to prove herself or to explain what she did all day. She reached the conclusion that I am grateful to state my husband believes too. The work I do as a stay-at-home parent adds a tremendous amount of value to our family. I keep our family machine well oiled and running smoothly (most of the time...). I recently met a woman new to our school who plans to cut back her work hours to two days a week in order to "better manage her household." What would it cost to pay a worker to do what any given stay-at-home parent does on a given day? A friend whose home is under construction (without working laundry facilities) paid $115 for five loads of laundry to be picked up, washed, folded, and delivered. How many loads of laundry do big families do in a week? Do the math. Value added. Add healthy meal planning, procurement, preparation, and cleanup to the bill. Value added!
During a conversation with a checkout lady, mind you - a cranky one, she said, "Oh, you must not work." After I backhanded her (just kidding) I quipped, "Oh, I work plenty. I work inside the home." I told a friend just this morning that one of the biggest blessings in my life is the fact that I am surrounded by so many remarkable women. The mothers of my children's school friends have professions such as doctor, attorney, nurse, teacher, speech pathologist, judge, pharmacist, and business owner. I could go on, but you get the picture. There are hard working, highly educated, faith filled, family centered women all around me. Those individuals balance careers, family life, faith development, and volunteer efforts impressively. Many of the ladies in my circle left satisfying and sometimes lucrative careers to be stay-at-home moms, and the volunteer work that they provide our church and school could not be funded by the richest school district in the nation. Many of the volunteer efforts are of such a magnitude that they are full-time jobs without the perk of pay. What those volunteers do for the school and church, stay-at-home parents do for the family.
I tell my children that my work as their mother is the best job I've ever had. It is a blessing that I have the opportunity (and it wasn't without financial sacrifices back in the residency days) to be at home with my children. Evelyn commented last night that I sure am spending more time in their school this year. I had to point out to her that this is the first time that I have not had a little one home all day every day. Without family in the area to babysit, field trips and holiday classroom parties were hard to attend. I love my new nine hours per week of freedom. Being a former teacher who is a school volunteer must be like being a grandparent. Yesterday, I got the joy of helping 6th graders perform a variety of tests on pond water to collect data. However, when the lab was over, I was out of there...no test tubes to clean back at the lab, etc. I could pop into Kindergarten computer lab and help Henry's classmates without the effort that goes into planning a lesson. I can have all the fun, then turn the children over to their devoted teachers. Being a grandparent is going to be outstanding.
I have a good thing going, and I am grateful that Robbie appreciates my efforts. He trusts me with our money and my time. I have never felt the need to defend or explain myself about purchases or the way I choose to fill my days. He's a good man, and he thinks I'm a good wife. Sometimes I joke with him (and my friends) that I could use a wife too...clean clothes would appear in my closet and my fridge would always be full. Hot meals would magically be ready when hunger struck! I'll stick with my present job until the needs of our family dictate that I contribute differently. I am happy and privileged that caring for my family is my number one job description. I feel fulfilled. However, I respect every family's decision about how to best use the time and talents of its adult members. I commend the efforts of working parents and single parents, and I do not envy the inevitable "second shift" required of those friends. I have no qualms answering the question, "What do you do?" with, "I am a mother."
During a conversation with a checkout lady, mind you - a cranky one, she said, "Oh, you must not work." After I backhanded her (just kidding) I quipped, "Oh, I work plenty. I work inside the home." I told a friend just this morning that one of the biggest blessings in my life is the fact that I am surrounded by so many remarkable women. The mothers of my children's school friends have professions such as doctor, attorney, nurse, teacher, speech pathologist, judge, pharmacist, and business owner. I could go on, but you get the picture. There are hard working, highly educated, faith filled, family centered women all around me. Those individuals balance careers, family life, faith development, and volunteer efforts impressively. Many of the ladies in my circle left satisfying and sometimes lucrative careers to be stay-at-home moms, and the volunteer work that they provide our church and school could not be funded by the richest school district in the nation. Many of the volunteer efforts are of such a magnitude that they are full-time jobs without the perk of pay. What those volunteers do for the school and church, stay-at-home parents do for the family.
I tell my children that my work as their mother is the best job I've ever had. It is a blessing that I have the opportunity (and it wasn't without financial sacrifices back in the residency days) to be at home with my children. Evelyn commented last night that I sure am spending more time in their school this year. I had to point out to her that this is the first time that I have not had a little one home all day every day. Without family in the area to babysit, field trips and holiday classroom parties were hard to attend. I love my new nine hours per week of freedom. Being a former teacher who is a school volunteer must be like being a grandparent. Yesterday, I got the joy of helping 6th graders perform a variety of tests on pond water to collect data. However, when the lab was over, I was out of there...no test tubes to clean back at the lab, etc. I could pop into Kindergarten computer lab and help Henry's classmates without the effort that goes into planning a lesson. I can have all the fun, then turn the children over to their devoted teachers. Being a grandparent is going to be outstanding.
I have a good thing going, and I am grateful that Robbie appreciates my efforts. He trusts me with our money and my time. I have never felt the need to defend or explain myself about purchases or the way I choose to fill my days. He's a good man, and he thinks I'm a good wife. Sometimes I joke with him (and my friends) that I could use a wife too...clean clothes would appear in my closet and my fridge would always be full. Hot meals would magically be ready when hunger struck! I'll stick with my present job until the needs of our family dictate that I contribute differently. I am happy and privileged that caring for my family is my number one job description. I feel fulfilled. However, I respect every family's decision about how to best use the time and talents of its adult members. I commend the efforts of working parents and single parents, and I do not envy the inevitable "second shift" required of those friends. I have no qualms answering the question, "What do you do?" with, "I am a mother."
Monday, September 22, 2014
Pee in the Park
Yesterday my son peed in a park sandbox with four girls in it and two more nearby. That was after sand was flung, and he started wailing about an eyeful of sand from Vivian. I made the kids leave the park. My friend has one child (who is female and got an unanticipated view of my son's private area), and she asked me if I ever marvel at the things that I didn't think to say NOT to do. I fervently agreed and said that most recently it never occurred to me to say, "Now kids, should you ever find a dead animal, don't hold it and pet it." Olivia ran to me one morning to explain that all three of the little ones, one of whom should have certainly known better, they were cuddling and petting a dead chipmunk missing some of its middle. Yuck!!! What in the world were they thinking? Gross.
Evelyn is my lover of the great outdoors. We planted a little $2.99 grocery store tomato plant near our new patio as an experiment. In our last house we never got tomato plants to produce. This plant grew into a tomato jungle. Henry even stepped on part of it early in the season and snapped a vine to the ground. It didn't matter. The plant took over the whole area, and it spread almost all the way across the sidewalk. Evelyn goes out there, peeks around, and brings in gorgeous big tomatoes. We have really enjoyed them. I just wish I had used a cage to maintain some order.
Little Vivian is a mud magnet. Areas of our yard are without grass, and Robbie is trying to get grass seed to germinate. He keeps it watered, and the messes Vivian makes are astounding. She migrates to those areas and cakes clods of dirt on her shoes. I gave her a butter knife and told her to scrape them clean. I'm on the verge of teaching her to use a wet mop on the mudroom floor tile too. That's the natural consequence of making things dirty. We must then make them clean again.
Evelyn is my lover of the great outdoors. We planted a little $2.99 grocery store tomato plant near our new patio as an experiment. In our last house we never got tomato plants to produce. This plant grew into a tomato jungle. Henry even stepped on part of it early in the season and snapped a vine to the ground. It didn't matter. The plant took over the whole area, and it spread almost all the way across the sidewalk. Evelyn goes out there, peeks around, and brings in gorgeous big tomatoes. We have really enjoyed them. I just wish I had used a cage to maintain some order.
Little Vivian is a mud magnet. Areas of our yard are without grass, and Robbie is trying to get grass seed to germinate. He keeps it watered, and the messes Vivian makes are astounding. She migrates to those areas and cakes clods of dirt on her shoes. I gave her a butter knife and told her to scrape them clean. I'm on the verge of teaching her to use a wet mop on the mudroom floor tile too. That's the natural consequence of making things dirty. We must then make them clean again.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Fully Manly
Last night we enjoyed the school carnival. The children loved it! They played games, bounced in inflatable obstacle courses, road a little train, got their faces painted, and ran around. The place was packed. In such settings I always dress my children in bright colors that will stand out from the sea of red, blue, and pink. However, even with Vivian's yellow shirt and Henry's lime shorts, they kept getting out of sight....usually slipping out of the pony ride line to get another lollipop. One of my funniest friends described it as the children scattering like dropped marbles. How true.
We had a very challenging day off school, and one of the kids received warning and then follow through of the worst consequence....no carnival attendance. It pained me to enforce this loss. However, the level of repeated defiance, physical outbursts towards others, and back talking warranted major parental action. Of course, we had company during all of this, so all of the dirty laundry was on display and under the microscope. In any event, it really pained me to follow through, yet I felt no other option was available. Parenting is so hard. As tired as I get multiple times daily of requesting that a child complete some action...complete your kitchen crumb sweeping chore, put away the pile of clean laundry I folded, get your shoes out of the living room floor and into your cubby, put away your comb and toothbrush after you use them, hang your wet towels, etc., etc., it is my desire that one day they will see a problem and choose to solve it. I'll keep trying to teach them the right things to do. They will keep being kids.
On that note, Vivian is so stinking cute that I often say to her, "Will you please not grow up? Will you please stay little forever?" To this she replies, "Do you want me to stop eating my food so I won't grow?" There may be subconscious reasoning to her food aversions for which I am responsible. Henry still swears he is never marrying because the kissing grosses him out. I don't know where we learned that phrase. This summer he visited a cousin who gave him a little stick of deodorant since Henry liked the smell. He told me he was almost fully manly. "I have socks without characters, man underwear, and deodorant. Now I only need a driver's license, a car, a cell phone, and hair on my chest...then I'll be fully manly." Oh, honey, if only it were that simple.
We had a very challenging day off school, and one of the kids received warning and then follow through of the worst consequence....no carnival attendance. It pained me to enforce this loss. However, the level of repeated defiance, physical outbursts towards others, and back talking warranted major parental action. Of course, we had company during all of this, so all of the dirty laundry was on display and under the microscope. In any event, it really pained me to follow through, yet I felt no other option was available. Parenting is so hard. As tired as I get multiple times daily of requesting that a child complete some action...complete your kitchen crumb sweeping chore, put away the pile of clean laundry I folded, get your shoes out of the living room floor and into your cubby, put away your comb and toothbrush after you use them, hang your wet towels, etc., etc., it is my desire that one day they will see a problem and choose to solve it. I'll keep trying to teach them the right things to do. They will keep being kids.
On that note, Vivian is so stinking cute that I often say to her, "Will you please not grow up? Will you please stay little forever?" To this she replies, "Do you want me to stop eating my food so I won't grow?" There may be subconscious reasoning to her food aversions for which I am responsible. Henry still swears he is never marrying because the kissing grosses him out. I don't know where we learned that phrase. This summer he visited a cousin who gave him a little stick of deodorant since Henry liked the smell. He told me he was almost fully manly. "I have socks without characters, man underwear, and deodorant. Now I only need a driver's license, a car, a cell phone, and hair on my chest...then I'll be fully manly." Oh, honey, if only it were that simple.
Mothering is a Juggling Act
Last weekend we surprised the kids with an adventure to a big juggling show. There were over half a dozen acts, and the performers were funny and talented. It was set to upbeat music, and the children saw feats of balance, sword swallowing, crazy fast yoyo moves, a world touring magnetic juggler, impressive baton twirling, and a unicycle taller than a grown man. It was really cool. I thought about how I don't have the talent to even juggle three balls, and their skills impressed me. At some point it hit me that I can juggle, I just don't toss bowling pins or oranges. I juggle planning, procuring, preparing, and cleaning up hot breakfasts, sack lunches, and home cooked meals. I keep in the air permission slips, homework help, and ballet, soccer, and cross country schedules. I can't spend three minutes straight with flat rings balanced on my forehead as I perform blind catches behind the back with two more rings, but I balance all of the demands of life as a wife, mother, daughter, sister, volunteer, and friend with as much grace as God provides. Often it feels as though He isn't providing enough patience for me to effectively deal with sibling rivalry or incessant mud. Juggling is all about precision and timing. Life is not so. Life is about balance. Life is about keeping first things first and enjoying the moments that make a lifetime. My prayer is that I am ever mindful of insuring that through the busyness of life with a young family, the children are ever aware of our parental love and that of their heavenly father. I want to teach them to be loving, kind, independent, hard working, responsible, faith filled people in this crazy world. And...I think Robbie should teach them to juggle.
Monday, September 15, 2014
Cathedral of the Overlease Children
I am really enjoying this special time alone with Vivian. At mass we snuggle for an hour. Today we went to the library and returned home to cuddle up to read on a misty day. We just baked some cookies for an after school snack for her siblings. However, the flax and chia seed peanut butter in them may not be a hit with the kids.
Yesterday they spent a great deal of time turning our loft into a church, complete with pews, an altar, and an area for the setup of wine and bread. They were altar servers, and Olivia taught them the details of what happens since she sees it up close regularly. Evelyn memorized an impressive reading, and Olivia gave a homily. They sang. They passed a collections basket. We received the Eucharist, which was broken bits of ice cream cone that ended up all over the kitchen floor. Their mass was darling. However, they were in a total uproar because I would NOT allow them to take red liquid up to the loft, which is carpeted, for wine. I explained that some churches use white wine at mass, but they wouldn't have it. I insisted on water. Henry then informed me that Evelyn added red food coloring to the water!!! That was bad news. She thinks I only care about carpet.
Henry is almost as tall as Ev. He had a stretch this summer where for weekends on end he almost received his First Holy Communion as a preschooler! Visiting priests and lay Eucharistic ministers alike offered him the bread, then paused as one of us waved them off. He loved it! I loved that he has been praying to God and Jesus to help him earn a green behavior color at school. It is working!!! I told him the prayers of little children are precious to God.
The big girls had their first cross country meet of the season on a gorgeous Saturday. They both ran really well, and we had a ball racing to various points on the course to cheer them onward. Ev's race is 1/2 mile, and Olivia runs a mile. Henry's soccer game conflicted with cross country, so we got a taste of the complexity of multiple children in various weekend activities. Thank goodness for kind friends. Next weekend will be even worse.
Yesterday they spent a great deal of time turning our loft into a church, complete with pews, an altar, and an area for the setup of wine and bread. They were altar servers, and Olivia taught them the details of what happens since she sees it up close regularly. Evelyn memorized an impressive reading, and Olivia gave a homily. They sang. They passed a collections basket. We received the Eucharist, which was broken bits of ice cream cone that ended up all over the kitchen floor. Their mass was darling. However, they were in a total uproar because I would NOT allow them to take red liquid up to the loft, which is carpeted, for wine. I explained that some churches use white wine at mass, but they wouldn't have it. I insisted on water. Henry then informed me that Evelyn added red food coloring to the water!!! That was bad news. She thinks I only care about carpet.
Henry is almost as tall as Ev. He had a stretch this summer where for weekends on end he almost received his First Holy Communion as a preschooler! Visiting priests and lay Eucharistic ministers alike offered him the bread, then paused as one of us waved them off. He loved it! I loved that he has been praying to God and Jesus to help him earn a green behavior color at school. It is working!!! I told him the prayers of little children are precious to God.
The big girls had their first cross country meet of the season on a gorgeous Saturday. They both ran really well, and we had a ball racing to various points on the course to cheer them onward. Ev's race is 1/2 mile, and Olivia runs a mile. Henry's soccer game conflicted with cross country, so we got a taste of the complexity of multiple children in various weekend activities. Thank goodness for kind friends. Next weekend will be even worse.
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