On Monday, I went to a funeral for a person I didn't know.
Last week, emails and phone calls spread like wildfire one early morning. Sadness on the day before summer vacation.
For all my criss-crossing of town and school, I had met her only once, though I'm sure I'd seen her dozens of times. She was an every mom: Soccer, ballet, camp, PTO. Our daughters were in the same class.
My husband asked me why I wanted to go to the services for someone I didn't know. But that is also a question I am sure was raised in other houses, other minds last week. "It's just a mom thing," I replied, as I looked at my oldest daughter. "It's just something I need to do."
She could have been me. Young, pretty, blonde, wife, daughter, friend, mom. Taken too soon by a heart that didn't work quite right.
Yesterday, I talked with her husband. I am so impressed by him, though I am sure shock is driving him right now. Celebrating the end of school and the start of summer with his young children at the BBQ at their teacher's home. You would not know to look at him that 8 days before his world had ceased as he knew it.
For the last 8 days, I've hugged and kissed and pinched little bathing-suited booties a little more than I did before (if that is possible!). It's just a mom thing.
Saturday, July 2
Monday, June 20
The Power of a Word
A friend of mine signs her emails with a particular tag line... "peace." It's funny, but reading her emails there actually is an air of calmness and peace about them.
So I decided to try an experiment. I wondered if the fact that reading the word "peace" actually felt like it brought some, what would writing it out bring?
I've changed my own email closing line (getting her permission, of course!). I used to sign off my emails with the word "best," for best regards, but it didn't seem quite fitting anymore. I'm still searching for peace, some days more than others. So... "peace" is my new closing.
And you know what? It works.
When I'm working hard against a PTO deadline, it helps calm me down. When I'm sending an email I'd really rather not be spending time on sending, it helps take the sting out of the hurt. When I'm writing with friends, it helps affirm their friendships in my life.
It's true. One word can have a lot of power, meaning, and the ability to change.
So I decided to try an experiment. I wondered if the fact that reading the word "peace" actually felt like it brought some, what would writing it out bring?
I've changed my own email closing line (getting her permission, of course!). I used to sign off my emails with the word "best," for best regards, but it didn't seem quite fitting anymore. I'm still searching for peace, some days more than others. So... "peace" is my new closing.
And you know what? It works.
When I'm working hard against a PTO deadline, it helps calm me down. When I'm sending an email I'd really rather not be spending time on sending, it helps take the sting out of the hurt. When I'm writing with friends, it helps affirm their friendships in my life.
It's true. One word can have a lot of power, meaning, and the ability to change.
Wednesday, June 15
What Do You Do All Day?
A friend emailed me this little story. It's very funny. I know, at some point and in some way, this question has been asked of every mom who doesn't "work" outside the home.
A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a Cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door.
As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel.
She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"
She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?"
"Yes," was his incredulous reply.
She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
by Jennifer Johnson
Wednesday, June 8
Never Alone
Moms are never really alone. Especially when the more children you have, the harder it gets to be to find that time! Shower time? Someone always come in. Potty time? Ha! Phone time? Isn't that code for "come talk to mom" or "fight with sister over a Polly Pocket?"
Even when I get to sneak out and actually get my alone time, I'm not alone. For one, there's all the carseats and toys in the car. But here's my example from yesterday...
Tuesday and Thursday nights are my escape for myself. A little me time to tone my body and calm my mind, heal my spirit. A little more than an hour of taking care of me. Bliss.
Yesterday, during a few errands, I filled my water bottle for the car, leaving it there to take with me into my class last night. When I picked up the bottle to head into the building, water sloshed in the almost empty container. Some little body had needed cooling down on our way home from Girl Scouts.
Halfway through class, while lifted in a vinyasa series, my arm brushed my side. It found a sticker. An Easter sticker, no less.
No, mommies are never alone.
My husband reminded me that someday I will be, and that will leave me sadder than an empty water bottle and ill-placed sticker. He knows me too well.
Even when I get to sneak out and actually get my alone time, I'm not alone. For one, there's all the carseats and toys in the car. But here's my example from yesterday...
Tuesday and Thursday nights are my escape for myself. A little me time to tone my body and calm my mind, heal my spirit. A little more than an hour of taking care of me. Bliss.
Yesterday, during a few errands, I filled my water bottle for the car, leaving it there to take with me into my class last night. When I picked up the bottle to head into the building, water sloshed in the almost empty container. Some little body had needed cooling down on our way home from Girl Scouts.
Halfway through class, while lifted in a vinyasa series, my arm brushed my side. It found a sticker. An Easter sticker, no less.
No, mommies are never alone.
My husband reminded me that someday I will be, and that will leave me sadder than an empty water bottle and ill-placed sticker. He knows me too well.
Thursday, May 19
Thirty-five for 35
A few of the bloggers that I like to read have posted "Bucket Lists" over the last few months. Most of them are recognizing their 30th birthdays. Recently, my husband and I watched the movie "The Bucket List," and I began thinking of a few things I'd like to mark off my list this year (in no particular order).
I refer to the last few years and the personal Hell that has been gone through as a mid-life crisis, so to speak. Though I hope it's not truly mid-life, because that will mean I won't make it much past the age of 70. And that just seems a little too short.
35 is waiting for me just a few weeks from now...
1. Take up running.
2. Make more time for yoga.
3. Make more picnic lunches for my girls.
4. Find patience. (It is elusive.)
5. Date my husband more. (4 children make baby-sitters expensive)
6. Write more poetry.
7. Eat healthier (see the "Mommy Diet").
8. Forgive. (I say that I have, though there are days that I slide backwards and revoke all forgiveness...)
9. Forget. (Though I don't know if that is ever entirely possible.)
10. Hike.
11. Take family bike rides at the park.
12. Remove toxic people. (This has already started, long before I recognized the need to remove them from my life.)
13. Go to sleep earlier.
14. Wake up earlier.
15. Read more books.
16. Drink less caffeine.
17. Say "yes" less often.
18. Stand up for myself.
19. Watch less TV.
20. Clean out paper files in my attic.
21. Put together photo albums for the girls of their baby pictures.
22. Yell less.
23. Be grateful.
24. Reinstate my house cleaning schedule. (It went by the wayside 2 babies ago.)
25. Start up Family Game Night.
26. Read more with my children.
27. Pray. More.
28. Drink more water.
29. Complain less.
30. Tell those whom I appreciate that I really do appreciate them.
31. Use less technology.
32. Use more coupons.
33. Take a family trip.
34. Practice grace.
35. Be grateful. (For so much, to so many, even to those whom you would not expect.)
I refer to the last few years and the personal Hell that has been gone through as a mid-life crisis, so to speak. Though I hope it's not truly mid-life, because that will mean I won't make it much past the age of 70. And that just seems a little too short.
35 is waiting for me just a few weeks from now...
1. Take up running.
2. Make more time for yoga.
3. Make more picnic lunches for my girls.
4. Find patience. (It is elusive.)
5. Date my husband more. (4 children make baby-sitters expensive)
6. Write more poetry.
7. Eat healthier (see the "Mommy Diet").
8. Forgive. (I say that I have, though there are days that I slide backwards and revoke all forgiveness...)
9. Forget. (Though I don't know if that is ever entirely possible.)
10. Hike.
11. Take family bike rides at the park.
12. Remove toxic people. (This has already started, long before I recognized the need to remove them from my life.)
13. Go to sleep earlier.
14. Wake up earlier.
15. Read more books.
16. Drink less caffeine.
17. Say "yes" less often.
18. Stand up for myself.
19. Watch less TV.
20. Clean out paper files in my attic.
21. Put together photo albums for the girls of their baby pictures.
22. Yell less.
23. Be grateful.
24. Reinstate my house cleaning schedule. (It went by the wayside 2 babies ago.)
25. Start up Family Game Night.
26. Read more with my children.
27. Pray. More.
28. Drink more water.
29. Complain less.
30. Tell those whom I appreciate that I really do appreciate them.
31. Use less technology.
32. Use more coupons.
33. Take a family trip.
34. Practice grace.
35. Be grateful. (For so much, to so many, even to those whom you would not expect.)
Tuesday, May 10
The Mommy Diet
Last weekend we were celebrating a friend's daughter's birthday at a local park. Standing in a circle talking with my friends, one daughter ran up to me and handed me her licked, half eaten cupcake. Another friend's son did the same to her. What did we do? We ate the cupcakes.
A third friend stood looking at us and gagged.
Since then I've paid a lot of attention to what I have been eating, and I realized, I don't eat very much, and really, not very healthily. I never make myself lunch, rather I peruse the leftovers on my children's plates, and pick from there. Snacks are pretty much the same. Rarely do I have the opportunity to sit an eat a proper breakfast, opting for coffee in my mommy travel mug and a cereal bar stashed in the diaper bag for stoplight consumption.
I don't recall seeing my own mother eating very much, especially when I was younger, though I would occasionally see her eating lunch (some "weird" concoction of leftover items) when I was a high school student.
And I learned this morning that my stoplight granola bars aren't limited just to me. Lots of other moms are doing it. Must be a good thing, this mommy diet.
A third friend stood looking at us and gagged.
Since then I've paid a lot of attention to what I have been eating, and I realized, I don't eat very much, and really, not very healthily. I never make myself lunch, rather I peruse the leftovers on my children's plates, and pick from there. Snacks are pretty much the same. Rarely do I have the opportunity to sit an eat a proper breakfast, opting for coffee in my mommy travel mug and a cereal bar stashed in the diaper bag for stoplight consumption.
I don't recall seeing my own mother eating very much, especially when I was younger, though I would occasionally see her eating lunch (some "weird" concoction of leftover items) when I was a high school student.
And I learned this morning that my stoplight granola bars aren't limited just to me. Lots of other moms are doing it. Must be a good thing, this mommy diet.
Friday, May 6
Mother's Day
Mother's Day is this weekend. What plans do you have in store? What does your family have in store for you? We have a party to celebrate one of those motherhood reasons. But the day itself, not sure what to do yet. Perhaps we'll just see where it takes us.
I received a card today in the mail from an old friend. For a moment I was afraid to open it, worried of what I might find in it. I should have known better that I didn't need to worry it all. There was only a name signed in it.
Mothering is a tricky, hard road. Tiring. I am always second guessing if I did the right thing, said the right thing, acted the right way. I am learning not to gleam too much from the mothering figures I keep or have kept around me, for fear of being led awry.
A few weekends ago we stayed in, all day. It was a rainy, dreary day, good for a comfort food dinner and a fire. I like those kinds of days, where we lock the front gate and the front door, and close off the outside world and keep to ourselves, safe in our little nest without worry of what or who. My brother calls it "circling the wagons."
Maybe that's what we'll do. Circle.
I received a card today in the mail from an old friend. For a moment I was afraid to open it, worried of what I might find in it. I should have known better that I didn't need to worry it all. There was only a name signed in it.
Mothering is a tricky, hard road. Tiring. I am always second guessing if I did the right thing, said the right thing, acted the right way. I am learning not to gleam too much from the mothering figures I keep or have kept around me, for fear of being led awry.
A few weekends ago we stayed in, all day. It was a rainy, dreary day, good for a comfort food dinner and a fire. I like those kinds of days, where we lock the front gate and the front door, and close off the outside world and keep to ourselves, safe in our little nest without worry of what or who. My brother calls it "circling the wagons."
Maybe that's what we'll do. Circle.
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