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Music Takes You Back

Feel free to click on the link to my husbands music page, it is on the side bar of my blog. He just recently remastered his two posted songs and the lullaby he wrote for our fourth child gets me every time. I find it so romantic that my man would put his artistic nature to work on something for me and my baby.

Just recently, with Baby Boy turning two, I have been struggling with missing my babies. I imagine them so warm and small in my arms again… I think about how soft and delicate they all where… That song is a bitter sweet blessing, sometimes feeling like to much to listen to. The lullaby brings me right back, in the blink of an eye, in the amount of time it takes to play and hear the first few notes, to when we brought our boy home and to that time when my man began composing the piece. It soothed our baby boy so much and even now it is helping to sooth me by gifting me with an easy passage back to memories of my babies.

TTFN

Thankful Thoughts

Is thankful for a lovely weekend.
Thankful for the warm fall day that made an outdoor party for my two year old possible.
Thankful for family who makes me feel special by coming to little life events.
Thankful for how handsome my man looks when he decides to buzz all his hair off again.
Thankful for the bunk beds my handsome man is making for our boys!
Thankful for how big and healthy my littlest one is in spite of how often he got sick these last two years.
Thankful for how sweet my biggest boy can be.
Thankful for how strong and beautiful my daughters continue to grow.
Thankful for the ladies who visited over cards and treats on Saturday night, I needed something social!

Thankful for a week of things to look forward too… library story time with the littlest two, a new ladies group that I joined for Tuesday mornings and the fact that a dear new friend is willing to come with me as I nervously navigate a new social circle, a ‘catch up with’ coffee date for Wednesday with another dear new friend, a shopping trip with my m.i.l. on Thursday and a very empty Friday that is thus full of possibilities!

I am so thankful for cups of tea, strong garlic hummus to snack on and a night to sit and not talk after a busy weekend… hoping my voice will return and the cold will be gone SOON!

TTFN

Mama Be Straight With Me!

Perhaps it was the farm life style that lent a hand to my parents ability to be very honest with me about life and death growing up… maybe it was how they where raised…. I always like to examine how they did things. Then I fiddle with it in my head and try to figure out why they did it the way they did but even if I don’t get a juicy answers I appreciate when they did it right. As a parent myself I know a lot of what goes on is ‘flying by the seat of your pants’.

Honesty between my kids and I is such a blessing.

I knew my mom would answer what ever questions about life I had. She told me today she felt like she was giving me another building block of life, something that would make me healthier and stronger in a scary world, when I would ask her big questions and she could give me a straight answer. It was like a victory, to get there before someone else, someone less concerned with me as a person, delivered the misinformation.

My oldest three already approach their Dad and I, at random, with BIG questions and it is a good feeling to stop, pray, think about it, and give them a clear answer. They might have a few more connected questions but usually it is a short chat and they walk away with a confidence that they aren’t in the dark. I am so thankful for open communication with my kids. I pray for mama wisdom a great deal and I pray they continue to let me help them in this way.

TTFN

Trying On Jackets Again

No matter how old you get you will find you get used to a time of life and start to think it defines you and that it will always be you.

Be prepared to always grow!

When do you earn… gain the right… to be labeled ‘a runner’ or ‘a musician’ or ‘an artist’? Does it involve training, require natural born talent, the validation of your peers (the willingness of them to tag you with this label) or a mix of and/or all of the above? Is there a required amount of hours put in before you receive it or is it something (like motherhood) that you have to grow into once you are already given the job?

I am not talking careers here, I am talking passions.

As I find the time in this new stage of life to dust off hobbies, perhaps even passions of mine, that I put off while I was immersed in the most demanding physical years of motherhood I am faced with a collection of unruly emotions. I believe love involves sacrifice and I spent years happily sacrificing my interests and, dare I say, talents so I would be less distracted from the beautiful task of raising my four babies. It might have been a struggle at points when my self would roar up for ‘ME’ but mostly it was a relief. My personality was such that I had never been very comfortable putting myself out there as a specific type of person, you know, defined by your abilities or interests. I was relieved to put them aside and devote myself to children. I found great passion in being a mom, the label fit and the job description was totally for me.

The funny thing about being a mom is you work so very hard at it so that one day your child can live independently of you… Somehow I convinced myself through it all that I was pretty well rounded as a mom, that I had me stuff, that I wasn’t just MOM… but why then would fear be involved when I face the prospect of having to be woman and not just mom… why would it be so scary to move to a stage where I can do more stuff outside of motherhood that I enjoy?

I think one earns the right to a label when it moves your heart to joy, when you look forward to it, want to talk about it and gain self reward from it enough, cherish it enough, to not need all others to accept it. You do it for you and understand it isn’t who you are but part of who you are.

So here I go, picking up those labels I had put away, with hands shaking, so be it. Some I am happy to see and others just don’t fit anymore… and that is okay because I am letting myself grow. Others might find that hard to understand. It is human nature to label others and seek to keep them in that box. We must, however, never just accept the labels put upon us by others, even by ‘friends’, when you know in your heart it isn’t a jacket you fit.

TTFN

This Mommy Loves A Little Fist Full of Weeds.

Posting a comment the other day on a fellow blogger’s post brought back a sweet memory.Last spring Big Boy came home with a fist full of weeds for me regularly. I always smiled, gave him a kiss on the head and put them in water till they wilted the next day. By then he always had more for me.

One day he came home angry. Big Boy huffed and puffed as he gave them to me. I asked what the problem was and he said ‘I don’t think I should even give them to you. The neighbor boy said you would only say you like them. He said Mommy’s don’t like weeds.”

My heart went into my throat and I was stunned for a minute. Visions of me stuffing a hand full of weeds in the neighborhood boys face flashed in my mind and then I remembered he was someones big boy too. “Well what do you think?”

He was thoughtful for a minute and then said “I think you like them because we love each other.”

“EXACTLY!” I grinned, couldn’t have said that better myself. I gave him a big squeeze and proudly put his weeds in water and then placed them on the dining room table. “Perhaps not all mom’s like weeds. I don’t know how they all feel. BUT I know how I feel when you bring them to me. I feel special and so I like them always!”

His happy little face beaming at me as I put the flowers on the table told me the crisis was averted.

It is hard to find gentlemen now a days, even among adults, so his gentleman heart showing through always fills my heart with hope, warmth and thankfulness. The hope is there because I really desire him to grow up this thoughtful, from this kind of great boy into a kind and great man.

TTFN

Motherhood

(Inspired by the film)

Don’t bother judging other mothers, ESPECIALLY when you’re a mom. Your going to need all the mom’s having your back that you can get!

I was chatting with a Grandmother about how over the years my self esteem as a mother has wobbled and threatened to teeter right over. She shared with me a beautiful secret.

As a young mom she too faced a regular dose of judgment on her parenting skills. Some days where worse then others but the thing that finally enlightened her to the foolishness of the judgments was the ironic twist that these same people would also point out what lovely, nice and well behaved children she had.

She often heard ‘you are too strict, one day your kids are going to rebel!’ but she heard the ‘your kids are so nice’ more often. Although one bad comment can drowned out a million positive she decided to not let that happen to her. “Fact is, no matter what you think of the mothers parenting style, if she has good kids you should keep your opinion to yourself. She is obviously doing something VERY right!”

It goes both ways, don’t do the bullies job for them and be hard and judgmental on yourself! Instead be ready to forgive yourself, if you have good kids you are doing something very right!

TTFN

The Return of the Ballerina

(Little Woman happily showing off her new pink ballerina outfit and her freshly painted pink toes.)

JUST when I thought I was going to have to say good bye to the ballerina presence in our home, both my daughters love for this art reemerged. No, we don’t have them in lessons or have any grand ideas of them becoming prima ballerinas… of course they will always be OUR prima ballerinas and that is enough… But there was a time when other little girls where into dolls about snobbery and young singers with no real life experience and I had sighed with great relief that my girls enjoyed ballerinas. It seems such a beautifully feminine play time pass time for a little girl.

We watched ‘Angelina Ballerina’ together, ’12 Dancing Princesses’ got all 3 of us up and fluttering about. I decorated their room with paintings of beautiful dancers… and then Big Girl appeared to grow out of this stage right around the time she grew out of her adorable dancing outfit that had been give to her by her Grams. With no enthusiastic example, Little Woman’s interest petered out and I only got her to dress up and try it out now and then.

A year or two went by and I brought out the ballerina cartoons again just because they had been away long enough to be new again… and the icing on the cake was when I bought Little Woman a new dancing out fit that had sparkles on it and matching leggings. Well Big Girl had to teach her everything she knew, after all she had been an expert in her youth! Before I knew it they where practicing routines together, wearing their dancing outfits through out the day and asking me to film their performances in the ‘FEHR FINE ARTS THEATER’ (a.k.a. the family room). I went out and got Little Woman’s closest in age cousin a matching dance outfit and now the return of the ballerina is a guaranteed success. I hope they always dance.

TTFN

Bless You!

Next to the girls bed is a little framed scripture verse with Little Woman’s ink hand print. We have had it for almost a year now but each night I spot it I smile oh so sweetly. She and I where in a little class, a while back, that was all about reminding parents to purposely bless their children. Little Woman and I practiced together that day and as I put my hand on her head and read her a verse she got this bright little grin, socking in my direct attention her way. Often she will look at it and with a big grin she will remind me to lay hands on her and her siblings and ‘pray blessings from Jesus on us’. I delight in this little hand print, this little girl, this little piece of life.

TTFN

Sun Beams And Nap Times

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. ~John 14:27

I relish nap time… or at least I would if I stayed awake long enough to enjoy that sweet snug feeling that comes when I flop down on my bed in the middle of the day. I always try to find a sun beam to warm me as I snooze, like an old cat that way. I lay there for a brief moment and think ‘ I need to drink this in’; but then I am already asleep. Life is taxing on a mommy of four and I need my naps.

However, a nap not so many days ago ended up being a time of delightful reflection. To my great joy, my third child, Little Woman, enjoys a snugly nap in the sun beams as much as I. She curled up with me and was sound asleep in no time. As is normal I crashed. About 20 minutes into my nap I awoke and felt very refreshed.

I made the decision to stay put and drink the minutes in from my cozy spot. At first only my mind seemed to make noise… then I heard the tick tick of the bed side clock… the song of a couple little birds in my neighborhood… the buzz of the fridge… and the soft breathing of my daughter. I stretched out and tickled the sun beam with my happy toes. A smile covered my face as I enjoyed the moment. Wrapping my arms gently around my daughter I played with the hair flopped over her sweet pink ear. The smile increased as I let love for her warm in my chest. I sighed deeply, a long, heavy delighted with life kind of sigh that only can be found in delicious moments of peace.

It was quiet enough to pray with little effort, and so I did.

TTFN

The Return To School

This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight,
like a spy, through the ripening country-side,
and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat,
puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.

~Sarah Orne Jewett

Every joyful summer must come to an end.

Every child must return to school.

I complain about all the supplies that need to be collected for each new school year but truly I am grateful for the distraction. I have been bustling around all weekend trying to ignore the conflict in my heart and mind. I don’t think I am afraid to send them as I daily was when they first started this grand adventure of education out side of the home, BUT, I still feel emotional this time of year.

I feel thankful for the schedules return. Yet I want to complain about the pending doom of winters dark cold mornings at the bus stop. I feel thankful for alone time with my youngest too, it is so much simpler and quieter and the house remains clean longer, but I also feel so heartsick with loneliness for my older two. I feel excited for them, thankful that they are pumped about being with friends again and yet… I want them to be with me, they are mine (or so my mama heart screams)!

Well I think that could just be a complete list of my battling emotions…

I feel better already…

Back to sharpening mounds of pencils and labeling each and every one along with every pencil crayon, crayon and marker…

TTFN