HH has been away the last couple of days, which has stunk a bit because I miss him, but also because I have a cold. :(
Today a glass pitcher fell on my back and then hit the floor, leaving a ginormous divet, and broke in a zillion tiny pieces and it took forever to attempt to clean up. I am hopeful HH can fix it.
Yesterday, both my kids dragged me under the mistletoe to kiss their cheeks. I am grateful for the hugs they so freely give.
I am grateful that I have nieces and nephews, sisters and brothers. Today I am Auntie x11. I've met a couple of my nieces (who are actually closer to my age than my kids') only a couple of times, but I am excited to meet the new little guy who joined the world today. Each child in my family is lovely and unique. I am so grateful for all I learned about being a mom from watching my siblings be parents. I would like to give a special shout out to K and IGPM and their parents for allowing me to be so bossy and interfering all these years. :)
I was thinking about how I like talking to my family, and I called HH today to check in, and gave the phone to my kids. I realized something after about five seconds: my kids don't know how to use the phone. It's hilarious. They hold the phone six inches away from their mouth (not their ear) and don't know how to put it on speakerphone. I tried to put it next to L's ear and he looked at me like, "what are you doing, Mom?" It's so strange to me. I saw my mom on the phone all the time, and I'm sure I had made a zillion phone calls to Dad's office, my childhood friend's houses, and whoever else would pick up the phone, by the time I was ten. It's so interesting to me that their technology is not phone, but video, and they have no idea what to do with just a plain old audio device.
Here's to phones. Here's to communications. Here's to good old-fashioned audio devices.
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Monday, November 28, 2016
gratitude
Today I did Pilates from the server.
It was weird: a couple of the girls in the background were wearing olive green unitards that were cropped. A capri unitard? I ask you, what could be more ridiculous? I
It was hard: I didn't know all the terms, and just following was hard. The instructor wasn't going particularly fast, but of course they gave the most camera time to the girl that doesn't sweat and has perfect form in front, instead of the girl behind who was doing the modified version (what I really needed to see). I honestly just gave up and laughed at myself and my flailing efforts a few times.
It was good: I felt better afterwards. I felt taller, lighter, and just a little bit better about myself. Of course, I need a mat. The example people were on oval dais-looking things and it reminded me of the post-baby body workout Mom used to do. I would watch it with her sometimes to see the cute babies. I still sometimes have the theme song, "The twoooooo of us...." stuck in my head.
I am grateful for a body that can, over time, get stronger, even though often I fret because I am tired. So often at the end of the day I feel like a dishrag that has been wrung out to the last drop. I feel emotionally and physically "done." Luckily for me, HH says "he's never done" and so he encourages me to keep on going, to keep on trying, and to keep on doing whatever I can to make my life better. Although I am not grateful for the fatigue I suffer, I am grateful for the strength of character that dealing with the fatigue has given me.
I recently read a talk that posited an interesting idea: instead of being grateful "for" things, we should be grateful "in" whatever circumstances we are in. It's fairly easy to count your blessings when they are readily apparent, and when the good times are rolling. But when you feel cold and rainy inside, and you feel like you do not even have one parade float inside of you, it is so hard -- extremely difficult -- to feel like you want to be "in" anything at all -- much less to be grateful for it.
I have been there, in the cold and dark emotional places of the world, where you feel like your emotions are wrapped in sludgy jello and you're so emotionally drained you don't even care if you feel anything ever again.
I have also been in a place of incandescent happiness, of joy, of laughter. Each time one of my boys reaches out to take my hand and holds it longer than necessary, I am buoyed up. My little IPGM is growing up so fast, and he listened to one of my boys air all his sorrows and grievances (which are no fault of his own), and I almost cried, I was so grateful for his love and affection toward my boy who has hurt so much.
I am grateful for choices. Most particularly, I am grateful for the choice I have to love freely, unconditionally, and to love people for all of the good things they are and do, even if I don't love all the things they do all the time.
Having my HH and my boys has healed something inside of me, and made me stronger, more loving, more accepting, and more grateful for the small things, like little tendril curls of squashes and melons, four-inch-long slugs, tree frogs, paved roads, rain, and the mail.
I am more at peace (generally) than I think I have ever been. It is beautiful, and although my level of gratitude ebbs and flows depending on how well my children listen to me, how tired I am, and other factors, I hope I will be able to look at this time if I am ever in the dark and remember all the love and affection in my life.
Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and are ready to take Christmas in stride!
It was weird: a couple of the girls in the background were wearing olive green unitards that were cropped. A capri unitard? I ask you, what could be more ridiculous? I
It was hard: I didn't know all the terms, and just following was hard. The instructor wasn't going particularly fast, but of course they gave the most camera time to the girl that doesn't sweat and has perfect form in front, instead of the girl behind who was doing the modified version (what I really needed to see). I honestly just gave up and laughed at myself and my flailing efforts a few times.
It was good: I felt better afterwards. I felt taller, lighter, and just a little bit better about myself. Of course, I need a mat. The example people were on oval dais-looking things and it reminded me of the post-baby body workout Mom used to do. I would watch it with her sometimes to see the cute babies. I still sometimes have the theme song, "The twoooooo of us...." stuck in my head.
I am grateful for a body that can, over time, get stronger, even though often I fret because I am tired. So often at the end of the day I feel like a dishrag that has been wrung out to the last drop. I feel emotionally and physically "done." Luckily for me, HH says "he's never done" and so he encourages me to keep on going, to keep on trying, and to keep on doing whatever I can to make my life better. Although I am not grateful for the fatigue I suffer, I am grateful for the strength of character that dealing with the fatigue has given me.
I recently read a talk that posited an interesting idea: instead of being grateful "for" things, we should be grateful "in" whatever circumstances we are in. It's fairly easy to count your blessings when they are readily apparent, and when the good times are rolling. But when you feel cold and rainy inside, and you feel like you do not even have one parade float inside of you, it is so hard -- extremely difficult -- to feel like you want to be "in" anything at all -- much less to be grateful for it.
I have been there, in the cold and dark emotional places of the world, where you feel like your emotions are wrapped in sludgy jello and you're so emotionally drained you don't even care if you feel anything ever again.
I have also been in a place of incandescent happiness, of joy, of laughter. Each time one of my boys reaches out to take my hand and holds it longer than necessary, I am buoyed up. My little IPGM is growing up so fast, and he listened to one of my boys air all his sorrows and grievances (which are no fault of his own), and I almost cried, I was so grateful for his love and affection toward my boy who has hurt so much.
I am grateful for choices. Most particularly, I am grateful for the choice I have to love freely, unconditionally, and to love people for all of the good things they are and do, even if I don't love all the things they do all the time.
Having my HH and my boys has healed something inside of me, and made me stronger, more loving, more accepting, and more grateful for the small things, like little tendril curls of squashes and melons, four-inch-long slugs, tree frogs, paved roads, rain, and the mail.
I am more at peace (generally) than I think I have ever been. It is beautiful, and although my level of gratitude ebbs and flows depending on how well my children listen to me, how tired I am, and other factors, I hope I will be able to look at this time if I am ever in the dark and remember all the love and affection in my life.
Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and are ready to take Christmas in stride!
Sunday, November 13, 2016
gifts: making of, and giving, and Christmas approaching! + politics
I am getting a new nephew in a month or so. This will be my first (and perhaps last?) niece/nephew since I got married. I went to my sister - in-law's shower on Saturday. I made her a quilt with cute little fishies on one side and clouds and stars on the other. I told her I hoped she knew we would love her little guy from the depths of the sea to the stars in the sky.
I have mixed feelings about gifting my creations. I am happy to share, but I sometimes have a hard time letting go and just being grateful for the ability to create things and not worry about whether the item will be used or enjoyed as much as I hoped/dreamed/anticipated. It's a lot of work to do these things, and if you don't feel like it's appreciated, it makes you never want to do it again.
For example, I made an apple pie a couple of weeks ago. One of my kids refused to even try it and the other ate one bite and rejected it. Because of the circumstances, I felt like it had been an act of slavery to even try. I love apple pie. I was devastated beyond all reason (I was really tired, and I never seem to look at things reasonably when I'm exhausted) and their rejection of my hard work went straight to my "I'm taking this personally, even though I know I shouldn't" place. I vowed never to make an apple pie, or maybe even any other kind of pie, ever again.
I'm taking a risk this Christmas on gifts for my kids. This will be our first. They don't know about Reindeer Moments. They don't know about St. Lucia day. They don't know about Nine Days to Christmas, the Story of Holly and Ivy, the nativity I have planned, or Ramona and the Wise Persons. I am so excited to share all the wonder and goodness with them. I have so many things I love...if they don't enjoy Christmas crackers, then they'll have to hand in their little boy cards!
Just this morning we were debating about wake-up time for Christmas morning. Seven o'clock seems like disastrously late to them. It seems disastrously early to me. We do have 11 am church, so perhaps, in order to fit ALL the festivities in, we will need to get that early of a start. I hope not. Grouchy tired Christmas is not really what I have in mind.
I have been so grateful for being really excited for Christmas. I have felt lonely around the holidays for the last few years, and to finally have my own family for Christmas seems like the best ever. You only get one first Christmas with your kids. Mine is unusual because my kids will someday, perhaps, maybe remember a tiny smidge of it.
There has been a lot of heartache and bad feeling in this country. There has been, and continues to be, a lot of anxiety. I can't believe my neighbors voted to pass some of the initiatives that were put into place. I felt upset by the outcome of the statewide election. (Let's not talk about how I felt about the national outcome.) I thought that if they had voted with the children in mind, that the result of the vote would have been different.
But then I thought about Christmas, and about love, and about giving gifts. Yes, I'm still rankled if I think about it too hard. But the best thing I can do is to love my neighbors. Even the weird guy who sometimes wanders around wearing just underwear. I can make a difference in my community. I can be a force for the things I believe in. And I am grateful for the gift to see that no matter what happens in any election, I can still be the kind of person I want to be. Yeah, I'll probably still be neurotic about making and giving gifts. I'm working on letting go of that. But I think of the love my kids show me and I am overcome with the conviction that I can, and must, do my part -- to teach them, to love them, to do my best to help them become wise, loving, thinking, open-minded people who can love their neighbors and have a desire to make the world a better place.
I have mixed feelings about gifting my creations. I am happy to share, but I sometimes have a hard time letting go and just being grateful for the ability to create things and not worry about whether the item will be used or enjoyed as much as I hoped/dreamed/anticipated. It's a lot of work to do these things, and if you don't feel like it's appreciated, it makes you never want to do it again.
For example, I made an apple pie a couple of weeks ago. One of my kids refused to even try it and the other ate one bite and rejected it. Because of the circumstances, I felt like it had been an act of slavery to even try. I love apple pie. I was devastated beyond all reason (I was really tired, and I never seem to look at things reasonably when I'm exhausted) and their rejection of my hard work went straight to my "I'm taking this personally, even though I know I shouldn't" place. I vowed never to make an apple pie, or maybe even any other kind of pie, ever again.
I'm taking a risk this Christmas on gifts for my kids. This will be our first. They don't know about Reindeer Moments. They don't know about St. Lucia day. They don't know about Nine Days to Christmas, the Story of Holly and Ivy, the nativity I have planned, or Ramona and the Wise Persons. I am so excited to share all the wonder and goodness with them. I have so many things I love...if they don't enjoy Christmas crackers, then they'll have to hand in their little boy cards!
Just this morning we were debating about wake-up time for Christmas morning. Seven o'clock seems like disastrously late to them. It seems disastrously early to me. We do have 11 am church, so perhaps, in order to fit ALL the festivities in, we will need to get that early of a start. I hope not. Grouchy tired Christmas is not really what I have in mind.
I have been so grateful for being really excited for Christmas. I have felt lonely around the holidays for the last few years, and to finally have my own family for Christmas seems like the best ever. You only get one first Christmas with your kids. Mine is unusual because my kids will someday, perhaps, maybe remember a tiny smidge of it.
There has been a lot of heartache and bad feeling in this country. There has been, and continues to be, a lot of anxiety. I can't believe my neighbors voted to pass some of the initiatives that were put into place. I felt upset by the outcome of the statewide election. (Let's not talk about how I felt about the national outcome.) I thought that if they had voted with the children in mind, that the result of the vote would have been different.
But then I thought about Christmas, and about love, and about giving gifts. Yes, I'm still rankled if I think about it too hard. But the best thing I can do is to love my neighbors. Even the weird guy who sometimes wanders around wearing just underwear. I can make a difference in my community. I can be a force for the things I believe in. And I am grateful for the gift to see that no matter what happens in any election, I can still be the kind of person I want to be. Yeah, I'll probably still be neurotic about making and giving gifts. I'm working on letting go of that. But I think of the love my kids show me and I am overcome with the conviction that I can, and must, do my part -- to teach them, to love them, to do my best to help them become wise, loving, thinking, open-minded people who can love their neighbors and have a desire to make the world a better place.
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