Monday, November 11, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
|Eden's first bath at home, at 4 days old.|
And then, all of a sudden, they’ve grown.
And sometimes, what used to fit needs to be shed. What used to soothe doesn't soothe anymore. What used to be the favorite is left untouched. What used to be feared is now exciting.
Saturday, November 9, 2013
But then we go upstairs. And by the time we go upstairs, Isaac has calmed down and is no longer screaming and appears to have been sitting calmly in his stroller for quite some time. So the upstairs people see my smooth checkout and think that I’m the mom who’s got it all together, whose angelic children never disobey and wouldn’t even think about screaming until they were red in the face in the library.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
The first, called “Why Kids Act Out at Bedtime,” by Dr. Kelly Flanagan, a dad who is also a psychologist. I remember Glennon over at momastery.com describing bedtime as one big game of whack-a-mole, where you get one kid settled and then the other has a request, and on and on and on…back and forth, in and out of the room, whacking those damn moles that keep popping up again. It is fraying on even the most patient person’s nerves, and I’m not the most patient person. Dr. Flanagan reveals how our response to bedtime has more to do with ourselves as parents and less to do with our kids.
The second, called “Let your kids be mad at you,” by Janet Lansbury of Elevating Child Care. She talks about the need as parents to be able to handle the full range of our kids’ emotions. To be open to their anger at us, to not recoil or leave or defend or reproach when our kids express their anger at us. Today Isaac said to me, “I want to be in our house but I don’t want to be anywhere near you” when he was mad at me. I’m glad he feels comfortable saying it, although it is sometimes hard to hear. I’m also glad that even when he’s most angry, he still wants to be “in our house.” I take that to mean that he’s not running away anytime soon.
The third, called “Marriage isn’t easy, but it’s beautiful, pope says,” reported by Cindy Wooden of Catholic News Service. Pope Francis spoke in Vatican City about marriage and family life. He affirms that marriage is not an easy path, but that in “lov[ing] one other person forever…the trials, sacrifices and crises in the life of the couple or the family are stages for growth in goodness, truth and beauty.” I read a comment once in which an older woman who had been married for 50+ years said that for about 5 years of her marriage, she hated her husband. But over the course of their married life, she considered that loving him for 90% of their marriage made up for that 10% of their time together that was difficult. What if she had given up during the 10%? What if she would have walked away from that marriage and lost the 45 happy years together? Marriage is hard but it is also beautiful.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
I empathize with all parents of small children out there who aren’t sleeping well, with the insomniacs, with those working 3rd shift, with anyone sleep-deprived anywhere. May we all sleep again someday.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
~I don’t vote along party lines. It’d sure be easier to go in and check every box marked “R” or “D,” but that doesn’t sit well with me. The parties are not uniform and neither party has it all right all the time.
Monday, November 4, 2013
And then there was me. Have you seen this? It's pretty apt.
I didn’t have time to do my laundry before I left, so I chose the cleanest clothes I could find that looked okay. So the running gear I was wearing in preppy Annapolis was my ten-year-old, unflattering but gets the job done running gear. I felt a LITTLE like an outsider, a photobomber, if you can photobomb an entire city. A city-crashing version of a wedding-crasher.
But I did my thing anyway and enjoyed the brightly colored doors, the little patios hidden away, the red brick everywhere, the bright sunshine and cool wind.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
- Being alone for 12 hours in the car.
- Visiting my brother and sister-in-law and meeting my new nephew!!
- Being ALONE for 12 hours in the car.
- A Clockwork Orange book on cd
- Once Upon a Time, There Was You by Elizabeth Berg on cd
- Some cheesy murder mystery on cd
- Maroon 5
- Ella Fitzgerald
- John Coltrane
- Dan In Real Life Soundtrack
- Bruno Mars
- Being witness to my nephew’s baptism.
- Catching up with bro and sis-in-law.
- Sleeping all night long without interruption for the first time in, well, too long. Let’s just say that no one’s told my 3 ½ year old that he should be sleeping through the night by now.
- Being near the water.
- Hopefully catching a glimpse of my favorite little east coast city, Annapolis.
|What? Doesn't everyone need a hole punch and trash in their bag?|
Friday, November 1, 2013
Eden looked at her costume, and looked at her classmates. She looked at me with, I think, fear in her eyes. “Mine’s made of paper and theirs is made of fabric,” she whispered.
I went back and forth between reassuring her, consoling her, encouraging her to wear her costume, telling her it didn’t matter if she wore her costume, fielding questions from her teachers, reassuring her confused classmates, and trying not to cry myself. It was one of my superb mothering moments.