Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Praying

My long time friend (she was my best one for the bigger part of my adult life) died from cancer a year ago yesterday. I'm praying for her family, especially her husband who is now a widow at my age'ish.

A friend of mine lost her grandmother recently and is heartbroken. I pray for her and her entire family who lost a matriarch. 

A relative of mine owns a small business in this economy and would like to eat a square meal.  I'm praying for financial relief.... in some form or another.

My cousin just found out she has an aggressive brain cancer.  I'm praying for her, her family (including 3 kids), and myself, selfishly.

Another relative of mine is under the pressure of owning three homes - living in one money pit and in and out of renting away the other two money pits. I pray for the economy, for this relative's wisdom to know when/how to make financial decisions that will impact the rest of their life (financially anyway), and for the renters/buyers in the area.

A very good friend of mine is under the pressure of paying two mortgages after having to re-gain possession of their (old) house due to a rent-to-own deal gone bad. I pray for the family financially and for the market to turn around quickly.

A long time friend of mine has been unemployed for almost a year. I pray for him to regain hope, to find his passion and to be offered a position quickly.

Another great friend of mine is dealing with the pressures and emotions of divorce and separation.  I pray for her to find peace.  

One of my sweet under-5-years-old friends is helping his/her mom feel respected, loved, appreciated, and important as a single mother... especially when life gets in the way.  I pray for the child and the mother.

One of the people in my life who I highly respect and admire is due for another CT scan soon - to find out if the cancer has returned.  Whether it has or not, cancer has taken the life out of this friend. I pray.  

One of my friends just had surgery today to remove a tumor.  It's benign, but still scary.  And because of this surgery, the possibility of having more children has been taken away.  I pray for the whole family and for my friend's broken heart.

One of my newest friends just lost her job on Friday.  I don't know why/how, but I do know that it brings tears to his/her eyes to talk about it.  I pray for the family and for a new job.


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I'm sure there are others I specifically should be praying for.  There are abundant blessings to be thankful for and I'm praising God for those things as well... 

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Getting Hot and Bothered

Nope, this isn't another post about weight loss (but it's going GREAT, thanks for asking!!).  :)

It's also not a post about s-e-x so those of you visiting from google or some other such search engine, Welcome but ... sorry?

This one is about temper.

When I was a wee little girl, my mom used to roll her eyes at my dad for "doing the monkey."  (Hey that does sound kinda bad!)

"The Monkey" is a series of moves one makes with body language and blatantly obvious footsteps when annoyed.  For example, if you're at the grocery store looking at a birthday card for grandma, and some stranger comes in and pushes her shopping cart at you to scoot you away from those cards so that SHE can look for a birthday card for HER grandma, one might make big "monkey" moves as they scoot out of her holy high precious way.

I was able to witness "the monkey" a lot as a kid - I guess my dad got annoyed a lot.  Sometimes, the monkey moves would even come out in our own kitchen. I didn't realize as a young kid that there was only allowed one person in the kitchen at a time.

That makes my dad sound awful.  He's not.  He never has been awful.  He just appreciates his personal space and believes it to be a common courtesy for other people to recognize that. No harm, no foul.  

However, having that example in my life has caused me to re-learn a few things as an adult.

The monkey is not an attractive dance.  My husband hates it when I break out the monkey.  As it turns out, I think he's right in that someone can indeed pour himself a bowl of cereal while another person is making her oatmeal. Two people can indeed live harmoniously in the kitchen together at the very same time.
 ....I can't help but wonder if dad does the monkey at his home with his new'ish wife.  I might have to call her later on to ask her - it would buy us some easy giggles if nothing else. :)

As an adult, I decided to choose weather or not I was going to get outwardly annoyed with others.  I taught myself to remember that everybody else's "Normal" is not my normal. That I may do things that thoroughly annoy other people in public and not even know it.  And, when I started to realize this, I began to recognize the monkey moves as ... childish. (Sorry dad!)

How do you react when someone cuts you off in traffic?  Do you get hot and bothered? Do you throw your hands up and maybe even shout out loud? Do you, in your head, think "what am I? Invisible?!"

How do you handle it when someone beats you to a parking space you were obviously about to park in? Do you take it out on the poor steering wheel? The gear shift?

What do you do when you're looking at your grocery list in the store and someone asks you to move, when you're clearly not in their way anyway? Do you stuff your list away and scoot your cart to another aisle in a matter that is sure to make your point?

Maybe it's just me and my family. Maybe you don't get hot and bothered like this at all.. in public or at home.

But if you do, or if you have before - what is it that sets you off to dance the monkey?

Monday, December 27, 2010

The best Christmas present

I was really surprised this Christmas. Twice! My sweet husband got me what I really really wanted, even though he wasn't supposed to buy me anything (ahem!). I fully intended to save my money through my birthday to get it myself.  That cheater. He rocks.

I got a lot more than that this Christmas.  I got the absolutely priceless gift of watching my kids light up with each gift. (Pictures soon!) I got to see my "Secret Santa" family member figure out who I was. I even got a beautiful gift from Julia that she made just for me (and her dad) while away at school.  But, the best gift I got this year isn't like any of those.

This year, I opened a package and found a raw, true labor of love from my daddy.  As it turns out, he has spent the first part of this whole year writing a book!  He is now a published author, and his story is dedicated to me and my brother.  Nobody knew he was busy writing this book - not even his wife. He kept it a secret so that the masterpiece could be opened on Christmas morning!  This book was given to me, my brother and my step-mom (aka OM) on Christmas morning. As each of us opened our individual presents, we were startled and confused...  how could someone have spent so much time, so much creative energy and done so much writing without telling anybody about it during the process!?!

I buried my nose in this book immediately and read for the first hour of the morning until breakfast was ready.  The kids were happy with their new toys and delights, Rich was busy baking his awesome homemade Cinnabon Cinnamon Rolls, and OM and I were sitting on the couch, our noses buried in this book while dad was channel surfing the tv.

I was selfishly resentful when I had to put the book down to eat my breakfast. I was sad when I realized I'd have to put the book away and spend the rest of my day with the rest of my amazing family. I turned pages while I was undressing for my shower. I turned pages while I blow-dryed my hair.  I turned a page while I was tying my shoes.  Then, I put the book aside and spent the rest of Christmas day with the family - we drove to my MIL's house and enjoyed tons of fabulous comfort food, lots of candies and cookies, and we played games while the "kids" played downstairs. Then, we opened presents and more presents and more presents and marvelled at all the fun stuff the kids (and adults!) got. We played some wii together. We cried tears of laughter together while playing the Game of Things. Then we ate some more and played some more and had dessert together...  and (thankfully?), the day flew by justlikethat.  Although it was a long, relaxing day, it flew by in an instant! And when we got home, we bathed the kids, put them to bed, and I once again buried my nose in this book!

Then, I woke up and read some more, and I didn't - I couldn't - put the thing down until I had turned the very last page.  I finished reading at two or three in the afternoon, and then I handed the book off to my wonderful husband, laced up my running shoes and spent the next half hour outside in some freezing cold fresh air to process what I had just read.  It was the first time I'd ran at all in about four months.

My dad amazes me. He amazes me with his heroism. He amazes me with his heart. He amazes me with his writing talent. He amazes me with this history, with his values, with his understanding of society. He even amazes me with his ability to pull off such a surprise, such a gift at just the right moment.  He's completely humbling, very inspiring, and downright amazing.

And maybe when I'm done thinking about all of this and pondering his character and sorting through my emotions, maybe I'll be able to tell you more about this BOOK! 

wow

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Merry Christmas Season

My husband came home last night after being away for 9 long weeks.  He got a new job and it required extensive training in a city that is over five hours away.  He came home many weekends, only staying for just more than 24 hours before hitting the road again.

Having my husband away has been one of the worst experiences of my life.  He's my best friend and my lover. He makes me feel so good about myself and takes care of our family in a way that only he can.  He makes me laugh and gives us comfort and security.

 Not only was I dealing with the (temporary) loss of my husband, but my children were also without their (very loving, very involved) father.

I've been playing single momma for nine weeks now, save for some weekends where I had time to go to the grocery store all by myself on a Sunday afternoon.  It's been rough, I'll be honest. 

Plus, while he was away, I got very sick - dealing with pneumonia, bronchitis and,  recently, strep throat.  My girls also had colds, and my 3 year old is still on an antibiotic for a sinus infection.

We visited Rich in Oklahoma during Thanksgiving weekend.  We saw his one bedroom apartment where he was living during this chapter of our lives. We spent the weekend watching TV and relaxing with him, but it was far from home .... in so many ways.

But now, he's home.  And, he's back a week earlier than we had anticipated!  His training was supposed to be ten weeks long - it's by the grace of God that he's already home.  What an awesome Christmas this will be! Tonight, we celebrated the traditional way - by decorating a beautiful tree right in our living room!

Oh, Christmas tree - what a great reminder you offer about the blessings of home, family, and togetherness.  We are so blessed!

Friday, October 29, 2010

Relationships

Relationships are a huge theme in my everyday life lately and I find myself struggling to keep up with my own thoughts. I am thinking about human emotions and the human mind too much, and it's spinning me in circles. But this kind of purposeful reflection is healthy, in my opinion, and that's why I feel the need to write about it.

Jesus spells out friendship clearly in John 15
12My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. 13Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. 14You are my friends if you do what I command. 15I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master's business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you. 

We are made to have relationships, to build relationships, to work to keep relationships and to learn from relationships. But, as this scripture says, it's not just about having and maintaining a friendship that is relevant to His kingdom, but also the effort, commitment, dedication, loyalty, and true love that goes into a friendship. Jesus died on the cross because of His friendship with me. I must not forget this.  As relationships and friendships in my life evolve, grow, or (quite unfortunately) fade, I must remember to love first and foremost, as my Father loves me.


I've also been reflecting on Galatians 6:9-10 that says, "So let's not allow ourselves to get fatigued doing good. At the right time we will harvest a good crop if we don't give up, or quit. Right now, therefore, every time we get the chance, let us work for the benefit of all, starting with the people closest to us in the community of faith."

I will strive to grow and learn from the friendships and relationships in my life, and at the same time, I will know that every joy, struggle, pain, or celebration that comes from that is a part of His work. It's not my doing. Relationship making, building and breaking is far too complex for my feeble mind, and I must be okay with this. This, for certain, is a growing pain for me - I need to remember that I'm not in control and that I should rejoice that the Lord is my provider. Therefore, there's no reason to give up - no good reason to quit doing good deeds, and at the same time I can be at peace with knowing that my faith in God alone will comfort me when there's an emotional shift in my world socially.


Romans 5:7-8 drives my point home. "Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. 8But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us." 

How blessed are we that we are not made to be alone.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Matthew West - Story of your Life tour

Tonight's concert was awesome! Jonny Diaz opened, what a hoot!  I didn't know he was as much a comedian as a musician.... Then, Josh Wilson took the stage, with an awesome & rockin' Amazing Grace. ...But, I've been looking forward to hearing Matthew West live ever since I saw him do an acoustic performance at a church in Colorado.

This concert was no joke! It was filled with inspiration and humbling stories. I love LOVE the song on the "Story of my Life" album that is called "Family Tree." That song was, I am sure, written just for me.  I knew this before going in there, but it's even more fun hearing it performed live. :)

The concert was a family event for us - we decided to bring the girls along since the artists are all very family friendly.  The girls had a great time, despite how tired and worn out they both were.  Julia was caught dancing to a few of Matthew's first songs in the setlist.  It's something awesome to see my six year old rockin out to music that was made for the Lord

I really feel like Matthew West connects with his fans. He's very gifted, and he knows it - but instead of letting that go to his head or taking for granted his success, he loves on his fans.  He's known to "RT" (re-tweet) his fans daily, he's active on facebook and he blogs frequently. What's more, a brief 10 second conversation with him is comfortable and easy...  he sat back smiling and with a little giggle he told me, "I just love meeting people!"

Rich, by the way, didn't get to shake the hands of Matthew West, Josh Wilson, or Jonny Diaz because he was loving on our kids while I was stalking the merch table - I waited by the table for autographs so that I could be first in line.  This, I think, was a very smart move.  Also incredibly dorky, but that's okay. :) :)  I have the sweetest husby ever for taking one for the team and letting me sneak out early for this purpose.  He's just as big a fan as I am, but I'm the one that walked away with a new t-shirt, an autographed book and a picture with the headliner.

Here's a few pix from the night. The camera isn't the best and we were sitting up in the balcony, but the memories are captured!








I didn't realize until we got home that Jonny Diaz and Josh Wilson signed on the page that says I love you More. Matthew's signature is on the left - he also wrote my name in the little box, yay!


My favorite picture, of course, is the one of Mr. Matthew West and myself.  I would have liked a picture with Josh Wilson as well, but it was crowded and hot and I was satisfied with having shook his hand. :)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Bucket List

Shamlessly stolen from one of the various blogs I creep upon while working surfing the net.  100 Things I would like to do before I kick the bucket:
 (in no particular order)
  1. Publish a children's book.
  2. Go to the taping of a funny sitcom in NY or CA
  3. Watch the launch of a spacecraft
  4. Sing karaoke in a public place without a care
  5. Canoe or Kayak somewhere (anywhere?)
  6. Take a hot air balloon ride
  7. Ride in a helicopter
  8. Snorkle in the ocean
  9. Tour New York City
  10. Be a missionary in an underdeveloped country
  11. Go parasailing in Hawaii
  12. Run a 10K
  13. Walk (or run?) a marathon
  14. Learn American Sign Language
  15. Go on a cruise
  16. Teach Kindergarten
  17. Pay off the house
  18. Manage a healthy weight under xxx pounds. (nonofyourbusiness)
  19. Try a new fruit or veggie every day for one month.
  20. Start a non-profit organization for a good cause.
  21. Have/Make a friend that will sit with me on the front porch when I'm really old and senile.
  22. Swim with dolphins
  23. Learn to draw
  24. Finish a scrapbook
  25. Print pictures of the kids/events/milestones/vacations and file them chronologically
  26. Help the BBF raise a million dollars (or more!) to give away
  27. Own a preschool business (in a commercial building, not in my home, hehe!)
  28. Ride a ferry
  29. See a blimp up close
  30. See Stonehedge
  31. Renew marriage vows in Tahoe (maybe for 50th?)
  32. Sleep by campfire without a tent/shelter (maybe on a hammock!?)
  33. Place first, second or even third in a 5K
  34. Memorize the books of the bible in order
  35. Attend a Jewish wedding
  36. Be a guest at a traditional Jewish Hannukah dinner on Passover
  37. Provide respite care for a cancer patient or family member
  38. Volunteer at a high school consistently
  39. Design a state of the art playpark in a low income neighborhood
  40. Revisit the area of San Isabel National Forest, where we got lost in the woods in August 2000.
  41. Visit Bishop's Castle with my dad
  42. Go sledding with the family in a secluded, perfect area
  43. Make a quilt
  44. Make a better quilt
  45. Archive the lyrics to all the children's songs I know
  46. Perform in a skit for a church/cause
  47. Go to an opera
  48. Go to a broadway play on Broadway
  49. See the bar from Cheers on display in Los Angeles.
  50. Take the kids ice skating on a lake
  51. Have a garden on my property
  52. Grow all my own veggies (cucumbers, tomatoes, lettuce, etc.)
  53. Hike up Pikes Peak
  54. Ride a train to (or from?) a vacation destination
  55. Leave a $100+ tip at a diner/restaurant
  56. Pay someone eles's mortgage for a year
  57. Help build a house for habitat for humanity
  58. Provide Christmas for a family in need (dinner, presents, clothes, a ride to church)
  59. Teach a parenting class
  60. Volunteer in a hospital (oncology if needed)
  61. Have coffee/lunch with Matthew West
  62. Spend 24 hours in pajamas as an adult and not care :)
  63. Write an inspirational song
  64. Babysit for single moms free of charge 
  65. Buy groceries for the person in line behind me at the grocery store
  66. Buy lunch for the person behind me in a drive thru
  67. Ride along with a police officer on a night shift
  68. Visit ground zero in NY
  69. Collect the 50 quarters from all 50 states
  70. Live a simple life with very few possessions
  71. Witness a medically necessary surgery
  72. Make a really good bottle of wine
  73. Try a ropes course with husby
  74. Drive a golf cart for golfers I know (or famous people!)
  75. Write a bucket list!
  76. Go white water rafting in the Rockies (again)
  77. See my children grow up to be well rounded, responsible, successful adults
  78. Go on a women's spiritual retreat
  79. Lead a bible study
  80. Do a touristy zip line in a rainforest or somewhere
  81. Learn to ski
  82. Get a masters degree in something unconventional (underwater basket weaving?)
  83. Learn to knit a scarf for someone
  84. Have a clutter free home (even before number 70 is achieved)
  85. Complete a big jigsaw puzzle
  86. Learn how to change the oil in my own vehicle (and become good at it)
  87. Get pedicures with both my daughters
  88. Give all homemade presents for Christmas one year
  89. Write down something I'm thankful for every single day and then put them in a time capsule to open in 10 years.
  90. Go tubing down a stream in the mountains (again - haven't done that one since early 90's!)
  91. Donate my hair to Locks of Love
  92. Speak Pig Latin with my kids in public 
  93. Make a snow igloo in the backyard.
  94. Learn to cook meals for other people (Frozen Stouffers Lasagna just isn't very ....heartwarming anymore)
  95. Save Princess Peach (again) :)  - can never do that too many times!
  96. Write a book filled with word plays. (I like throwing knives! I like throwing - knives.) I'madork
  97. Keep a prayer journal
  98. Fly a really cool/big kite with my kids at a park
  99. Come up with two more things for this bucket list
  100.   

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

All the small things

Sometimes I feel like I'm treading water. My legs are moving and moving but I'm not getting anywhere.   Okay, it's really not that bad - after all, we are home together as a family most week nights so we have it better than a lot of our friends do.  But, with Julia in Kindergarten and the home business going well, I feel like there's a lot to keep up with.  Packing lunch for Julia, remembering dates/deadlines for her papers, reminding her to do homework, teaching both girls the value of money (and chores/jobs), helping Rebecca keep up, living life with a puppy in the house, sanitizing toys, doing crafts/activities, laundry, dishes, groceries, .....groan....  there's so much to do every single day! 

But, we manage to have fun in the process.  You'd think that me working from home and us having so much evening free time that our house would be orderly and somewhat clean.  But, you'd think wrong. My house is embarrassing.  I have clients that come through here every day, and whenever one of the parents comes all the way inside, I cringe. Will they notice the clutter that used to be my desk? Will they see the ant traps on the kitchen counter? Will they notice that I haven't vaccuumed the stairs in decades? Will they *gasp* ask the use my bathroom?  Does the house smell?  Is it dirtier than the average house on the block?

Seriously. These things stress me out.  I'm home 24/7 so I never get to see the outdoors (except, ya know, my weedy backyard filled with broken toys and sagging trees...  do the parents notice those things, too?).  The daily state of my house is ... blahhh.  Or at least, I think it is? Imagine my relief if only I knew that the clutter, the dog hair, the random toys is sort of... normal.

But, geez. That's not even what this post was going to be about.  I intended to write about how much we love life.  You see - the state of the house really does stress me out and worry me. But, not enough to make me do anything about it!  Because during our free time, we're ... ya know... free!!  And we're relaxing! And we're playing Candyland for the gazillionth time.  And we're singing karaoke with the wii. (andmaybewearehavinghomemademargaritas) And we're watching Mythbusters thanks to Netflix. And we're wrestling with the dog. Or out at the park. Or shopping!   We're too busy to care that the things that should be... could be... cleaned up and organized and made right again are completely and totally neglected during those moments in the evening or on the weekends when we actually have time to PLAY. 

It's the small things that make me smile. Like when Rich agrees to Boogie  and belts out, "you can hang out with all the boyzzzzz... at the YMCA!"  Or like when Julia draws the ugliest butterfly ever on the driveway with sidewalk chalk.  Or like when Rebecca says something crazy like "I wanna be a daddy when I grow up! I wanna have a beard I can shave!" 

Yeah - those small things.  That's life, right?  Not a clean, orderly desk. Or an empty dryer.  Just the smiles, the joy, the togetherness. But, maybe I'd enjoy those things even more if I didn't have a small heart attack whenever anybody comes by unexpectedly?

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Things that make you go &#^$%*

In no particular order, here are the top ten things that are pissing me off right now:
  1. Taking the dog to the shelter because he's way too high maintenance for this house. (Good riddance Mr. Eko - sorry it didn't work out... blah).
  2. Wanting a puppy so bad, but wanting to wait it out since the last two dogs were ...uh... not a good fit here.
  3. Losing a best friend to cancer. $#@& Cancer.
  4. Hearing that a friend of another best friend had bad news at her routine scan. #%#@%@
  5. Losing a client, and possibly a friendship with it. ARGH
  6. Losing friends over stupid stuff that should have been avoided. 
  7. Reading rude comments about politics on a nicely written article that had nothing political to mention in it.
  8. Rich must leave the state for mandatory work-related training and he'll be gone forever! (or 10 weeks, whatever).
  9. Ants (especially in the kitchen)
  10. Shocking news that a friend is getting divorced. SUCK ROCKS.

And now, in no particular order here ten things that I love love love love (because who wants to end on such a sour note?)
  1. My church rocks. As well as the people who go there, too... of course. And when I think of my church, I also (inadvertently) think of the Brent Bays Foundation. Both are pretty rockin'.
  2. My clients rock. Make new friends, but keep the old; some are silver and the others gold. I'm loving the new family - 3 girls that fit in perfectly around here. We are so blessed!
  3. Julia is excelling in Kindergarten.  (I admit, it's pretty nice having her out of the house all day, too!)  I'm so glad that she loves to go there and wishes it was all seven days a week.
  4. Rebecca is one of the most mature 3 year olds that I get to be with on a daily basis. And, she's not even 3 yet. :)  I'm lucky she's my kid!
  5. My family is amazing. I'm talking about my dad and step-mom, my brother and nieces, my in-laws, and of course (and especially!) my husband and children.
  6. Facebook gets me through the days.  When I only talk to children all day long everyday, I crave peer interactions. I love facebook for letting me "creep" on my friends' profiles and engaging in conversation when appropriate.
  7. God is pretty rockin'.  A short month ago, I was wallowing in tears trying to understand what my future had in store for me. I thought I was supposed to get a "real" job. I thought maybe I was supposed to go back to school. I thought I had it all wrong and needed to change.  Turns out, if you're patient enough, he speaks very clearly....  I just needed to re-center! Thanks, God. I'd totally link to You if I knew how.
  8. Big Brother.  I admit it - I'm a BB junkie. Gosh.  But, okay really? That and LOST are the only shows I ever watch. And LOST is over forever (sad!). So, is it so bad to enjoy me some trash tv for a few hours a week?  Seriously need a reason to dust off the old boob tube anyway. (I might cry when the season is over.)
  9. Fall is near!  After weeks and weeks of 100+ temps, we had a cool day yesterday. High of 80 or something like that. I loved it! I love Fall. OMGOSH just thinking about Fall makes my tummy do happy flips. Love it! I love Fall!!  WHOOO HOOOOO    okay thanks :) 
  10. I'm still running. I still enjoy it. I have found peace in running for pleasure. I'm happy that I'm not a competitive person...  and I'm happy to have finally realized that!  Yesterday, I ran about 5K and enjoyed the scenery and my private conversations with God during the solo run. Priceless!

Monday, April 19, 2010

Be honest with your kids

Here's a shocker: kids are just little people.  They need some help with some "big" things (like lifting that gallon of milk up and learning to pour it into a bowl), and they need some guidance with some "tricky" things (like what to do when someone unjustly takes something away).  But other than that, they're just (little) people like you and me.

Little-little kids needs to learn some basic skills - like how to get the spoon to the mouth and how to "hold it" when nature calls.  Babies need all kinds of help - they can't communicate well or move easily, and most of the time even THEY don't know what they need or want.

But, it's the big kids that I'm writing about today - the ones that are big enough to ask tough questions.

Like my five year old who surprised me at the lunch table today when she asked me why there are birds. She pointed out that the chickens lay the eggs, the cows give the milk, but the birds - they just eat worms. So, why do we even have worms? And birds? And other animals that don't do much for us.  Those were easy questions to field - as I simply reminded her how awesome God is and that he made all the creatures for us to take care of and enjoy. We talked a little bit about how it's nice to hear the birds sing in the Spring and Julia remembered how eager she is to find worms that she can hold and take care of.  (Okay, I think it's gross too - but she's such a caretaker and it doesn't gross her out, so whatever.)

And then our conversation quickly turned into the birds and the bees. Ahem, and the chickens.
"I don't know how the chickens even give us eggs?" Julia says...   she had proposed a few answers: Maybe the chickens use their feathers to make the eggs? Maybe the eggs grow from the germs that are in the nests? Maybe they get the eggs from somewhere else and bring them to the nest?

I told Julia that the chickens LAY the eggs and that opened up a whole new can of worms, so to speak.  How do they lay the eggs? Well, the eggs come out of the chicken's body when the eggs are ready to.  Where do the eggs come out? Like, out of their feathers?  No - the eggs come out of a hole in the chicken.

....

The wheels are spinning and she looks grossed out. But, I can't help but continue with my good habit of truth telling...   I let Julia know that it's kind of like when the chickens poop - the poo comes out of a hole. Except the eggs don't come out of the poop hole, they come out of a different hole in the chicken.  Again, Julia presumes the eggs come out of the chicken's mouth. Nope - there's a whole 'nother special hole just for laying eggs, I tell her.
Dear reader - are you grossed out yet?  I was - and we were having this conversation over lunch.

My point in writing this post is to encourage parents to just tell the truth. The earlier on you share knowledge and truth with your children, the easier it will be for them as they mature and begin to figure things out on their own. Especially puberty and such.

My conversation with Julia did not end there. In fact, we talked about how adult women have eggs, too. I figured, now's as good a time as anytime.  She went on to presume that what I meant is that adult women cook eggs - that young girls cannot cook yet, one must be "big enough" to cook - like, on the stove. And she confirmed this line of thought with her questions about baby chicks being able to lay eggs. "So - baby chicks can't lay eggs until they grow up and become momma chickens, right?  That's kind of like people! Babies and kids don't have eggs until the girls grow up and become women - then, they're big enough to buy and cook eggs."  Says Julia, with an admirable amount of certain understanding.  Clearly, she's only five. No need to explain why mommy locks the door to the bathroom sometimes.

I love these kinds of conversations.

Yes, I advocate talking to your kids and sharing your knowledge of the great big world with them. Yes, I even recommend you start talking about body functions, the marvels of the animal kingdom, the human body, etc. with your kids even when they're very young.

But, I also recommend staying age appropriate.  How do you do that?

Don't push the conversation. Let your child ask questions or raise awareness with you.  There was no reason for me to correct Julia's egg/womanhood/cooking assumptions. She's right - kids can't cook eggs (by themselves), but moms can.  Baby chicks don't lay eggs, momma chickens (hens) do.  But, there's no reason for me to draw it out and harp on what I was originally suggesting to her - which was that grown women have eggs inside.  That just wasn't necessary.

My hope is that these kinds of conversations are happening with all the children I know, and their parents.  I hope that kids are getting answers (instead of "oh you'll understand that when you're older..." which is what I got when I was little).

Being honest and open to conversation with your child is important and life presents so many opportunities for you to share the world with your kiddo...   You should feel comfortable talking about death, marriage, anatomy, cancer, divorce, poop, politics, religion, and anything else and everything else with your children. And I'm telling ya - the earlier you start, the easier it will be when these things are very important to know about.

Thanks for listening. :) I'm off to snuggle with my 5 year old, before she turns 15. Because after today?  Seriously feels like her 15th birthday is tomorrow.







And on a completely unrelated, irrelevant, not important note - has anybody else out there noticed that SILLY PUTTY has changed? It's not cool anymore. It's all foamy-like now. They've ruined it!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

How does that make me feel?

Here's one of those TMI, ((*I should keep my personal life personal and stop blogging my problems to the whole wide world, but I just can't shake it and so now you get to read about it*)) kind of posts. Do what you want with it. I just need to get this out of my system.

A few of my readers know and understand the (non)relationship that I have with my mom. At this point in time, it's very spurious. We talk on the phone once every few months, for 20-30 minutes at a time, usually gabbing pointlessly about the weather or bugs or plans for the upcoming weekend. Once in a great while, we'll learn something about one another, like when I found out she was moving to Arizona or when she found out that Rebecca was born. Big news like that usually grants two or three phone calls within the same month or two, but only for one of us to show our recognition to the other... a sign of respect by giving congratulations.

I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this (non)relationship at this point. Most of the time, I go about my business content and happy with the loving relationships that I have in my family. I am super thankful to still have my mom for phone calls once in a while, even if the calls can be brief and trifling. I'm really lucky that my mom still wants to talk to me at times, and I take that in stride, usually content with just that. As my mom used to say all the time, "It could always be worse." She'd say that about anything - noting that our complaints and problems in this world could always be worse than they already are... She'd remind us to not take for granted that which we already have.

But, sometimes I just want my old mom back. Sometimes I just wish I could repair whatever is broken in her, broken in me, and permanently damaged in our relationship. Sometimes, like right now, I just want to reverse the calendar back to 1995 when my relationship with my mom was super strong and I felt enveloped by her love, support, and pride. There's so much about my mom that I deeply miss. There's so much to her that she, herself, as forgotten about - and on days like today I just want to find her, hug her, tell her she is loved, tell her life is good, that God is good, and I just want to cry on her shoulder for a few days.

But, that's never going to happen. Because she's not really there anymore. I don't know her anymore, no matter how badly I wish I did. And if she reads this someday? If she follows my blog, I just want her to know how much I miss her. And how much I love her - unconditionally.

If mom and I had the kind of relationship that I fancy, I'd be able to call her today (and she'd answer the phone) and we'd be able to talk for an hour or more about everything under the sun - and then I'd tell her all about the nightmare I had last night. The one about how I thought I was attending her wedding, how it was funny to watch all the people get mom all dolled up for a wedding -- the flowers, the lighting, the church, the photographer, the wedding party -- going through all the typical wedding stuff... how I thought that was so fun to be a part of, how much I loved that - up until the point when I saw her in her black wedding gown and realized it was not her wedding I was attending, but her funeral.

I'd tell her about how I woke up in a cold sweat this morning, crying - and I'd tell her how badly I wanted to go back to sleep so that I could spend more time with her again. But, in this fanciful world, mom would laugh at me, say I'm ridiculous and remind me that we'll see each other again soon.

For now, while the fantasy is still stuck in the back of my mind, I'll keep my feet grounded on reality. I must remember that I cannot change things. I've already tried. I can only remain strong, stable, and consistent and hope that this is enough. I miss her like crazy, but each new day is another 24 hour set of choices, prayers, and reflection. I must never forget that, indeed, it could always be worse. Be thankful for what you have. Relish the strong, healthy relationships that are everywhere. Enjoy your life. Have no regrets. Continue to hope. Always pray.

To my readers, I say this: Go hug your mom.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

My favorite part

Every night when Julia goes to bed, she likes me to tuck her in first. We always start by telling each other what our favorite part of the day was. Often, Julia has more than one favorite part. After we talk about our faves, we say a prayer which includes a thank-you for the blessings of our day and a request for more "favorite parts" to come the next day.

My favorite part of the day usually has something to do with getting to know other people. This is weird for me. This is new to me. I'm liking this. It's humbling and scary, yet rich and meaningful. But, I've been honest with Julia every time... when I have the chance to connect with someone - on more than just a "hello!" on someone's facebook wall - it truly has been my favorite part of the day.

I've made more connections with people this summer than I have made with people throughout my entire adult life. Okay, that might be only half true, because many of the connections I'm considering were there already - but they've been just solidified, deepened, made important only more recently.

As always, my geeky nature is to hide behind my computer screen and manage my relationships over the internet. I'm great with words... if they're in writing. I'm able to be open and honest with someone ...if it's in writing. I can express many of my complex emotions, concerns, joys, and complications ...if it's in writing. In person, verbally? I'm a complete dork. I acknowledge that and embrace that and I've accepted that as a part of who I am.

But, this summer - I've stepped up my effort to get to know the people that I want to be around. Without question, my attendance at church and my involvement in Relay for Life have been helpful. But, I've decided to take it upon myself to crawl out of my comfortable little shell and start taking some risks. And the payoff? Has been astronomical.

I've learned three important things this summer:
  1. One must take risks to reap rewards.
  2. Everybody is a little bit dorky sometimes -it's not just me.
  3. If I let God take control over my social life, and if I just quit worrying so much about myself - about how I appear to others, about how I sound when I'm talking, about how my house looks or how messy my car is when I give someone a ride... if I just let God do the work... then being sociable is a lot less stressful. In fact, it's joyous.
We hosted a bbq party this past weekend, and invited some friends that are important to us. We were so humbled and thankful for the turnout. We rekindled some missed friendships and strengthened some new friendships and are energized and inspired to continue to meet people we love and love the people we meet.

My favorite part of this summer has been making new friends, keeping old friends, and learning more about myself in the process. God is amazing - I need to just "let go" more often.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

All better

You should know something funny. This year at Easter, we had way too many easter eggs for all the kids. Between the kids' Great Aunt Shirley and their too-generous Grandma/Grandpa, there were four wal-mart sacks filled to the brim with stuffed eggs for us to hide at grandma's house on Easter Sunday.

Easter was rainy. Wet. Too cold to go out.

So the egg hut was inside.

Do I really need to mention that we did not have enough places to HIDE all those eggs? Even after lining the hallways and the couch cushions and filling in all the nooks and crannies we could think of, us adults ran out of places to put a filled plastic easter egg.

So, we decided to save half the eggs for another time.

And that 'nother time was last Sunday! Yep, last Sunday, we had an easter egg hunt in our backyard, thanks to the plethora of leftover easter eggs. It was fun. It was sunny. The kids were surprised and happy and joyous. The adults enjoyed finding impossible hiding places. And the best part?

The best part is that my candy drawer is well stocked again.

Whew, chocolate + Maggie = happy!

Yesterday, I enjoyed nap time with my laptop, a root beer, and a few Reeses eggs. Life was good again.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

this, that, and the other

It has been a wild weekend already. Yesterday was Friday, and hubby had
the day off so he hung out around home and helped me run the biz.
It's always so nice having him here, especially now that we've established a wonderful working
relationship. He helps out so much and makes those kinds of days easy
peasy for me! Sometimes I wonder if I'm being fair to the parents who
employ me... how can I be so lucky to get paid to play with kids all
day! (ahem, and then other days, I remember clearly... hah!)

But yesterday afternoon, husby left me to go to a job interview. This
interview was for a job that he has been eyeballing for a long time ...
a job that would require him to move to a different position,
essentially still working at the same place, kinda. It's in his same
field of work, but with more security and the chance to work his way up
somewhere - instead of feeling stuck in the rut that he's in where he
works right now. I don't know if I've mentioned it much here on the
blog, but his work hours S.U.C.K. right now... they work him to death
until his 40 hours are in, and then send him home for the rest of the
week. This often means working his regular 9 hour shift one day, then
going in for 5 hours that night, and working his regular shift again the
next day.... which often means he is dog tired all week long and
driving at night exhausted - which makes me HATE his employers! It's
not safe, and it's not fair - they've required him to go to work
whenever his pager goes off... it doesn't matter what time of day or
night it is - doesn't matter if it's a weekend or work week. Doesn't
matter if we church, a date, or a party planned... if that pager beeps
- he's out the door and in the office within 20 minutes. And, I'm fed up
with it!

Whew, thanks for listening! (blogging is therapy) ... All of that is
just to say, Horray! He had a job interview and he thinks it went well.
Now we get to wait wait wait for the decision. Since it's a federal
government position, it could be a long while before we hear anything.
We'll just get to wait and see!

In other news, our girls are sick. Julia started it with a horrible
cough - one that rattles her chest and makes her cry of frustration
because the coughing is relentless. And, since Julia had RSV as a baby,
her colds often turn into asthma-like attacks - which is never fun. And
now Rebecca has Julia's cough and Julia's cold is moving on through her
system - so now she has a sore throat (in the glands) and runny nose and
watery eyes. Rebecca can look forward to those symptoms in a few days,
I'm afraid. It's been horrible having two sick kiddos - we're so lucky
that this is the first time Rebecca's ever been sick! The good news is
that it seems to be moving through them pretty quickly - in a few days
they'll be back to their old selves, I'm sure.

Thank goodness this is moving through their systems so quickly. It seems
like sleep really is the only thing helping them right now - every time
they wake up from night rest or a nap, they seem much better than
before... so today really hasn't been too bad. Good thing, too -
because we had big plans this morning!

As you may know, I've been enjoying the sport of running a lot lately -
and so today, I ran my second 5K

The run itself was brutal - it was very windy and there was a killer
hill right at the beginning. The first hill just about did me in - and I
told my sweet and faithful running buddy that I was done - I slowed way
down and begged her to run on and leave me to walk... but she is such a
super friend that she held back with me and encouraged me to keep on
running. So, I did end up running the whole 3.1 miles! For me, this is
a big accomplishment and did wonders for my athletic self-esteem.
Whenever the run got really painful, I just keep trucking on - mostly
because I would think about Abbey and
imagine that she must feel that way 24/7 when she's on Chemo.... and I
knew that my pain would only last for the next 1/2 hour or so... then I
would get to rest, shower, and relax for the rest of the day feeling
great. I wish Chemo worked that way, too... By the way, today's race
was for the benefit of a really great foundation. Go read about it!

At any rate, I do feel great and I have so much pride for not walking
(thanks so much, Val!) ... tonight happens to be a "ladies night out"
among friends. Rich and the girls have already left to eat and be merry
with his family - and I'll be leaving soon to meet the girls at
TGIFridays... a much deserved night out after a week long battle with
sick kiddos.

Tomorrow will be an adventure, as we have plans to diversify our Sunday
routines... maybe someday I'll blog about that one ;) For now, I things
to do, places to go, people to see, and a margarita to drink.
Happy Saturday, everyone!

Saturday, February 28, 2009

A Perfect Saturday

It's not even 9am yet, and this has already been dubbed as the perfect Saturday.

Last night, we stayed home (we rarely stay home on a Friday night!) so that we could do some serious cleaning and purging. It was really quiet fun. We got the kids involved and husby and I worked together on cleaning out the coat closet, the clutter counter, my desk and the kitchen area... Julia even did the dirty dishes! Fun was had by all.

Last night at around 2am I woke up to tinkle and found myself wide awake for an hour and a half. I couldn't stop thinking! I had mostly happy thoughts about our family, our marriage, our home... and a few not so happy thoughts about illness, and my "distant" family, and the poor. Whenever I get overwhelmed with thoughts so early in the morning, I always remember to pray. And praying helps calm my spirit and always allows me to fall back into a peaceful sleep again.

And now, it's Saturday! I love today. We have nothing planned for the day, nothing what so ever... And a Saturday without plans? Well, that hasn't happened in a very long time.

My day started out with Julia climbing into bed with us. We have an agreement with her - if the sun is awake and Julia wakes before mom and dad do, then she's welcome to come snuggle with us in our bed until we are ready to get up. And snuggle we did!

We all eventually rose to a vertical position as little Rebecca started talking from her crib. After a few tickle wars and long back stretching, we all met in the kitchen for a breakfast of cereal and/or cheesy bagels. Mmmm... cheesy bagels are my favorite!

And then, we took the kids outside to play in the snow!Husby and the kids are enjoying hot chocolate at the kitchen table while I finish up this post.

It has been a perfect Saturday, indeed.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Feeling sorry for myself

I wonder why I'm so irritable. Let's make a list, m'kay!?
  • Julia was sick last weekend, with diahrreah and some vomiting - just a 24 hour bug that she bounced back from very quickly, but it still ruined the weekend for all of us.
  • Husby got that bug the next day - Sunday. Further ruining the *rest* of the weekend. Poor guy! I did/do feel bad for him, but this left me with doing all the weekend chores by myself... groceries, cleaning, etc.
  • Monday, Julia started this ear ache business that is still bothering her today... four days later.
  • Rebecca got a new tooth on Monday - and has been working on the other one all week long... resulting in lots of snot and crying. It's painful growing teeth. Luckily, she's been sleeping through some of it. But, is still waking up miserable at night.
  • The daycare kids are wonky for some reason... many of them are teething, some are just adjusting their nap schedules. It's been a struggle for me to just keep everybody happy lately - which leaves little time for arts and crafts, which is the fun part of my job.
  • We've been behind on the dishes and laundry all week long. That's never a feel-good feeling.
  • I'm leaving for Colorado in one more week - a trip that's sure to be filled with stress and tension as well as fun and festivities. Above all, saddness that I actually chose to leave my girls over the holiday :( I'm not getting cold feet or anything... they're pretty well frozen solid at this point.
  • I'm tired and cranky and can't keep up with myself.
And now? I feel a little better.

I know what the remedy is:
I need to go for a run. I was doing so good going 3-4 times a week and now I haven't been since last Wednesday. I also need some alone time. I enjoy Wednesday evenings when Juila is at dance class... this is when I'm alone in the car, reading a book or meditating, while she's in class - it's great! But, last night, Julia lost her priviledge of going to dance class. And husby had to go to bed early because his work sucks and they make him come in at obscene hours of the night, so it was me and the kids again.

So? As soon as all the kids leave my house today. As soon as dinner is made, eaten, cleaned up. As soon as I have clean socks for tomorrow. As soon as I catch up on my paperwork because my menus need to be submitted before I leave for Colorado if I want to claim them and get paid from the food program. As soon as the girls go to bed. As soon as toys are sanitized and put away for me to start all over again tomorrow. As soon as I hear that our Aunt is doing okay from having hip surgery today. As soon as I go for a run and take a shower.As soon as all that is done? I'm going to have to decide: do I catch up on some ME time? Or, do I go to bed.
Such is my life this week.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Teeth, Ears, and Rock and Roll - oh, and off to grandmother's house we go

Julia had her first filling on Monday. It was a cavity in one of her molars that couldn't wait until I fell out at in 4-5 more years. It's a good thing Rich took her to get her filling... I had *no* idea what to expect. Apparently they gave her a happy gas - she was excited to come home and show off her bubble-gum smelling gas mask thingy that they let her keep. She got to pick the scent. It's a pediatric dentist. She also brought home a whole baggie of goodies. All in all, she was pretty happy with the experience, Rich said she only squirmed once a little when they initially put the needle in. Of course.

I've never had a cavity, and good dental health runs in my family. So, I didn't know that they numb up half of your face! I was in tears when she got home and had only half a smile. One side of her face with her ginormous dimple, the other side just swollen and lifeless. Even her eye was twitching on the one side. I found myself sneaking away from her a few times when she got home just to gather myself back up - I was in tears.

As Rich promised, the swelling went down almost immediately, and her face returned to normal within an hour or two. She never once complained of the pain - was only so happy to show off all the toys and prizes she got from the dentist. Whew, my baby is getting big. I'm sure a cavity fill is the first of many of those struggles that hurts mom more than it hurts kiddo.

Well on the same day - Rebecca popped a new tooth out! I'm not really big on documenting when my kid gets a tooth or what have you - but I do find it funny that both my kids got new teeth on the same day. Rebecca's is tiny and ivory, while Julia's is big and silver. :)

Yesterday, nap time was cut short by Julia of all people. My 4 year old, who LOVES to sleep almost as much as I do couldn't get to sleep because of her ear hurting. She probably has an ear infection - she's had plenty of those throughout her lifetime. But, I know there's not much I can do for her. ...We could take her to a doctor that might prescribe some antibiotics, but research recently showed that antibiotics don't speed up the recovery from an ear infection all that much - and that the best treatment we can provide is just pain management. Luckily, she's responding well to the motrin.

My kids better shape up and quit with the mini-dramas by Friday evening. Husby and I have a real, bonafide date! Grandma's taking the girls and we're going to see the Led Zeppelin Tribute band play. It's gonna be fun! The best part? No curfew! We'll see the girls the next morning, whenever we get around to picking them up. Teehee.

It will be good practice, really. For me, I mean. Rebecca's never spent a night away and Julia's only had a handful of nights away from us in her 4 years of life. Next Thursday, I'm flying to Colorado alone - so the girls will be without me for 4 nights, and 3 days. They'll have their darling daddy - but that doesn't help *my* pain from the separation. Wednesday night, the girls will be at their Auntie's house overnight so Rich can drive me to the airport before daybreak on Thursday morning. *sigh*
I'm looking forward to the trip, but I know that I'm going to be a complete mess thinking about and missing my girls and husby. There's no place like home ...and while I might say that I'm going "home" for Thanksgiving.... Home is where the heart is, and my heart will be here at my home!

Thanks for putting up with my random updates. Life is moving at incredible speeds around here. It takes discipline to stop and write some of it down sometimes!