Simcha from I Have to Sit Down is still writing!
Go check out her awesome article on NFP.
h/t: Danielle
:)
Thursday, July 31, 2008
She's ba-a-ack!
... sort of.
Simcha from I Have to Sit Down is still writing!
Go check out her awesome article on NFP.
h/t: Danielle
:)
Simcha from I Have to Sit Down is still writing!
Go check out her awesome article on NFP.
h/t: Danielle
:)
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Watering the Roots
Monday was a rotten day.
The mercury topped out at 105, there was a heat advisory in effect, and my peanuts decided that it was the perfect day to launch WWIII right here in the Nut House living room.
DH worked from home and, while it was nice to commiserate with a real adult during the day, I felt my failures of a mom being magnified because the children could not seem to tolerate each other's presence in any way at any time.
After dinner, Ihid out sauntered out to the garden in the back to water my crispy flowers. The poor things had been baking in the triple digit heat for days without water. I sighed in irritation (not the first time that day) and hauled out the hose.
I started with the begonias by the tree, noticing that almost half of them were simply... gone, thanks to my neighbor's cats who seem to think that this particular bed is their personal litter box. (Yes, my "landscaper neighbor" ...take the bad with the good, eh?)
On to the lantanas by the side fence. They have bounced back from worse neglect, so I watered them heartily, with much "help" from Little Love. As we stood watering, the crispy grass scratched at our feet, and so I next turned the hose to the lawn. After moving methodically through the 100 sq. ft. area of brown grass, allowing the hose to soak the area sufficiently, I moved onto the final stretch of fence that includes our azaleas and asian maples.
All told, I spent about an hour drenching the back yard. I felt a bit more peaceful, more focused, with a real sense of accomplishment. It felt great to know that I had infused some life back into a "being" that had become dry and withered.
And then I wondered.
How much real time am I spending with those little "beings" entrusted to my care? How often do I let them wither in the heat of my glare? My- "I'm too busy with the dishes/bathrooms/writing/talking on the phone etc", "not now, I need to organize the spices/write out another list/read this review/print out another homeschool ideas sheet, etc", "could you please stop that (insert behavior here) ...I'm trying to save the world?!?" -busyness that always seems to supercede their needs?
Am I making eye contact, giving heart-felt hugs, reading to them, listening to them, helping them to grow into the people God wants them to be? Am I taking the time I need with My Creator, to allow Him to make eye contact, to pour His life into my heart and soul?
Convicted by my ponderings, I turn to my peanuts. To shower them with my love and encourage their growth and just "be." Each night as I retire in satisfaction, tired but invigorated, I will also turn towards my God, and thank Him for all of these gifts. I will return to my favorite form of prayer... adoration. I've been away much too long. This is what I need, so that I am able to live this blessed life with renewed strength and appreciation.
It is a good feeling to infuse and be infused with Life and Love.
To water the roots.
:)
The mercury topped out at 105, there was a heat advisory in effect, and my peanuts decided that it was the perfect day to launch WWIII right here in the Nut House living room.
DH worked from home and, while it was nice to commiserate with a real adult during the day, I felt my failures of a mom being magnified because the children could not seem to tolerate each other's presence in any way at any time.
After dinner, I
I started with the begonias by the tree, noticing that almost half of them were simply... gone, thanks to my neighbor's cats who seem to think that this particular bed is their personal litter box. (Yes, my "landscaper neighbor" ...take the bad with the good, eh?)
On to the lantanas by the side fence. They have bounced back from worse neglect, so I watered them heartily, with much "help" from Little Love. As we stood watering, the crispy grass scratched at our feet, and so I next turned the hose to the lawn. After moving methodically through the 100 sq. ft. area of brown grass, allowing the hose to soak the area sufficiently, I moved onto the final stretch of fence that includes our azaleas and asian maples.
All told, I spent about an hour drenching the back yard. I felt a bit more peaceful, more focused, with a real sense of accomplishment. It felt great to know that I had infused some life back into a "being" that had become dry and withered.
And then I wondered.
How much real time am I spending with those little "beings" entrusted to my care? How often do I let them wither in the heat of my glare? My- "I'm too busy with the dishes/bathrooms/writing/talking on the phone etc", "not now, I need to organize the spices/write out another list/read this review/print out another homeschool ideas sheet, etc", "could you please stop that (insert behavior here) ...I'm trying to save the world?!?" -busyness that always seems to supercede their needs?
Am I making eye contact, giving heart-felt hugs, reading to them, listening to them, helping them to grow into the people God wants them to be? Am I taking the time I need with My Creator, to allow Him to make eye contact, to pour His life into my heart and soul?
Convicted by my ponderings, I turn to my peanuts. To shower them with my love and encourage their growth and just "be." Each night as I retire in satisfaction, tired but invigorated, I will also turn towards my God, and thank Him for all of these gifts. I will return to my favorite form of prayer... adoration. I've been away much too long. This is what I need, so that I am able to live this blessed life with renewed strength and appreciation.
It is a good feeling to infuse and be infused with Life and Love.
To water the roots.
:)
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Guy Speak
Taken from an actual shopping list for Lowes.... compliments of my DH:
And therein lies the proof, fellow wives and mothers, that we are not the only ones who suffer from "what-the-h*ll-is-that-thing-a-mah-hoo-called??" syndrome.
As long as we know what we mean.
:)
1. vacuum bags
2. spray stuff
3. roof thing
4. couch feet
And therein lies the proof, fellow wives and mothers, that we are not the only ones who suffer from "what-the-h*ll-is-that-thing-a-mah-hoo-called??" syndrome.
As long as we know what we mean.
:)
Monday, July 28, 2008
Birthdays... Round 2
My Little Boo's birthday is this Saturday, and DH and I are having a heck of a time trying to figure out what to get her. Seems they just don't make a toy that fits the description of what our Little Boo would love. Something that you can climb on and take apart and throw around and cuddle that has many lids and latches and openings all while being self-mobile...
Yeah, I know, it doesn't exist.
So, DH went right to the source.
Exactly, my Little Boo.
My point exactly.
:)
Yeah, I know, it doesn't exist.
So, DH went right to the source.
DH: Little Boo, what would you like for your birthday?
Little Boo: How about a suitcase that turns into a car?
Exactly, my Little Boo.
My point exactly.
:)
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Yoohoo, Margaret...
...and Mrs. Bear, and Barbara, and Karen, and Alicia.....
Can we come visit?
DH is threatening to relocate.
:)
Can we come visit?
DH is threatening to relocate.
:)
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Well, Clearly...
Surveying the chaos in the girls' bedroom, complete with two little naked bodies jumping about with glee....
Me: Little's Love and Boo, I asked you to get your pj's on and brush your teeth. What are you thinking?!?
Little Boo:(crossing her arms) Mo-om! We are always thinking about Braums.
:)
Me: Little's Love and Boo, I asked you to get your pj's on and brush your teeth. What are you thinking?!?
Little Boo:(crossing her arms) Mo-om! We are always thinking about Braums.
:)
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Guess Where We Went Yesterday?
Sparkling sunshine
Reflected and refracted.
Rosy cheeks
Flushed in triumph.
Hands held high
Grasping the prize.
Shimmering waves
Glistening bodies.
Laughter and Splashing...
The only noticeable dirt lies at the bottom of the tub.
:)
Reflected and refracted.
Rosy cheeks
Flushed in triumph.
Hands held high
Grasping the prize.
Shimmering waves
Glistening bodies.
Laughter and Splashing...
The only noticeable dirt lies at the bottom of the tub.
:)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Sure Would Come In Handy, Though....
Me: Little Love, did you make your bed and pick up your toys like I asked?
LL: (hands on hips) Mo-o-om! I am not an octopus.
:)
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Memed Part 2
Red Cardigan tagged me for a meme last week entitled The Six Quirks Meme.
What in the world would make her think I am quirky?
:)
Here are the rules:
~Link the person(s) who tagged you.
~Mention the rules on your blog.
~Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours. (emphasis mine... the wording amuses me)
~Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them.
~Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.
1. I am the official insect-squasher in the house. I am the one the kids come to, to kill all kinds of bugs... except one. Cockroaches. I have been known to call upon a certain friend's husband to come and kill one when my own cockroach slayer was out of town. I get seriously freaked out by them. Even if they are dead. We have a dead one in our home school room right now, waiting for DH to pick up and throw away. The kids know better than to ask me to do it.
2. I shower at night, right before going to bed. (unless I am going out and will be out late, then I shower before going out) This is a practice I started way back when Action Man was 7 months old, and we were visiting the farm for the first time. I had found that it was a complete waste of time and energy to shower every morning, since I was never "ready for the day" until around noon, what with all the chores to be done. And then, after helping in the fields, or working in the kitchen, I was a dripping mess and needed to hose down before bed. So, I changed my ways. And now, all I need is a strong cup of java and a serious face scrubbing, and I'm good to go.
3. Speaking of java. It's not very quirky that I need it, it's more of when I need it. I can't drink coffee first thing in the morning. I need to eat first. And then, I don't necessarily want it right after I eat. I need to get dressed and wash my face first. Then, and only then, do I feel refreshed and really in need of that wonderfully huge mug of sanity. And when my parents, or a certain farmer come to visit, I need to consciously get up and make that coffee first thing, because they are so not like me.
4. I am prolific in my use of commas. The daughter of an English teacher, and, I love, love, love, to use commas. One of my high school English teachers nicknamed me "Nutmeg-comma-(last name)" Be on the look out for more wild and varied uses of the comma at your local Nut House blog. Even though, apparently, I am more like this.
5. I can be a pretty intense person. Depending on the circumstances, there are times when I really cannot keep my mouth shut. Most of those times, I should have. But I am learning to be more diplomatic. My friends tell me that my opinions are refreshing. I think they are just being nice, and have gotten quite used to my ever-evolving thoughts on parenting/homeschooling/baking/breathing.... yes, I have quite the repertoire. And when I latch onto a new idea, I delve into it 110%. And wonder why no-one else does. A month later, I'm on to something else. It's really exhausting to be me.
6. I'm a terrible back-seat driver... or passenger-seat driver, as the case may be. It doesn't help that my DH is not really known for his defensive driving skills. Just ask his Canadian buddies, they'll tell you. Besides, I tell him, you should hear what I'm not saying.
Since this meme is yet another old one, feel free to do it and let me know. And one word of advice, if you're stumped on what your #6 quirk should be...
Don't ask your husband.
Trust me on that one.
:)
What in the world would make her think I am quirky?
:)
Here are the rules:
~Link the person(s) who tagged you.
~Mention the rules on your blog.
~Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours. (emphasis mine... the wording amuses me)
~Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them.
~Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.
1. I am the official insect-squasher in the house. I am the one the kids come to, to kill all kinds of bugs... except one. Cockroaches. I have been known to call upon a certain friend's husband to come and kill one when my own cockroach slayer was out of town. I get seriously freaked out by them. Even if they are dead. We have a dead one in our home school room right now, waiting for DH to pick up and throw away. The kids know better than to ask me to do it.
2. I shower at night, right before going to bed. (unless I am going out and will be out late, then I shower before going out) This is a practice I started way back when Action Man was 7 months old, and we were visiting the farm for the first time. I had found that it was a complete waste of time and energy to shower every morning, since I was never "ready for the day" until around noon, what with all the chores to be done. And then, after helping in the fields, or working in the kitchen, I was a dripping mess and needed to hose down before bed. So, I changed my ways. And now, all I need is a strong cup of java and a serious face scrubbing, and I'm good to go.
3. Speaking of java. It's not very quirky that I need it, it's more of when I need it. I can't drink coffee first thing in the morning. I need to eat first. And then, I don't necessarily want it right after I eat. I need to get dressed and wash my face first. Then, and only then, do I feel refreshed and really in need of that wonderfully huge mug of sanity. And when my parents, or a certain farmer come to visit, I need to consciously get up and make that coffee first thing, because they are so not like me.
4. I am prolific in my use of commas. The daughter of an English teacher, and, I love, love, love, to use commas. One of my high school English teachers nicknamed me "Nutmeg-comma-(last name)" Be on the look out for more wild and varied uses of the comma at your local Nut House blog. Even though, apparently, I am more like this.
5. I can be a pretty intense person. Depending on the circumstances, there are times when I really cannot keep my mouth shut. Most of those times, I should have. But I am learning to be more diplomatic. My friends tell me that my opinions are refreshing. I think they are just being nice, and have gotten quite used to my ever-evolving thoughts on parenting/homeschooling/baking/breathing.... yes, I have quite the repertoire. And when I latch onto a new idea, I delve into it 110%. And wonder why no-one else does. A month later, I'm on to something else. It's really exhausting to be me.
6. I'm a terrible back-seat driver... or passenger-seat driver, as the case may be. It doesn't help that my DH is not really known for his defensive driving skills. Just ask his Canadian buddies, they'll tell you. Besides, I tell him, you should hear what I'm not saying.
Since this meme is yet another old one, feel free to do it and let me know. And one word of advice, if you're stumped on what your #6 quirk should be...
Don't ask your husband.
Trust me on that one.
:)
Monday, July 21, 2008
Dear Back Yard Neighbors...
It's hot.
Unbelievably hot. Like, waaayyyy over any human being's normal range of comfort.
On the days we dare to venture outside, my children and I come in from our back yard dripping with sweat. Even the simple act of sweeping the patio puts us out of commission for the rest of the day.
As I peel off my sweaty clothes and look out of my upstairs bedroom window, I see an oasis.
A beautiful, crystal clear ocean of blue.
Your inground pool.
We have lived here for 6 months. The heat has been unbearable for 2 of those months. Not once have I ever seen anyone using your pool. The sun beats down mercilessly, your pool beckons invitingly, and y'all are indoors.
I believe it is your duty to get the most out of such a lovely investment. I dare say it's sinful not to. I even think it would serve the pool itself to have it used on a daily basis.
And one more thing...
I know a family with 5 adorable, voracious swimmers that could help you out with that.
:)
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I'll Be Chewing On This For Awhile
Elizabeth had a very thought-provoking post yesterday.
The time I spend on the internet has always been viewed as a treat for me. It's my down time, my creative time, my time to re-connect to the outside world. I've honestly felt that I have nurtured some real friendships here. I've been inspired, angered, awed, and moved to tears. I've had the opportunity to fine tune my own thoughts, defend my impulses and double-check my motives.
However, I've long been afraid that my quick e-mail checks, google searches, comments and writing projects are eating up time from my family.
And then I cannot be at peace with my kids, cannot connect with them, since I am still connected with that person, conversation, struggle or joy that may have happened 1000 miles away.
I have much to keep me busy here with my very real little ones. I also have some very beautiful friendships that need nurturing.
So, what is the answer? I cannot say at this point. All I know is that yesterday I felt lost without my internet connection, and that is a wake up call for me. I really didn't think I was that attached.
:)
Like I said.... *munch, munch.*
The time I spend on the internet has always been viewed as a treat for me. It's my down time, my creative time, my time to re-connect to the outside world. I've honestly felt that I have nurtured some real friendships here. I've been inspired, angered, awed, and moved to tears. I've had the opportunity to fine tune my own thoughts, defend my impulses and double-check my motives.
However, I've long been afraid that my quick e-mail checks, google searches, comments and writing projects are eating up time from my family.
...a minute becomes ten or twenty and then we go from just clicking and reading and start to write a response and suddenly the afternoon is gone. Or we don't write a response, but we arise from our chairs troubled by something we read and we hold it in our heads as we go about our daily rounds, and we wonder why we feel frazzled.
And then I cannot be at peace with my kids, cannot connect with them, since I am still connected with that person, conversation, struggle or joy that may have happened 1000 miles away.
Mothers were made to nurture. We nurture babies. We nurture little girls who look to us as examples of what they are to become. We nurture restless teenaged boys. We nurture young adults who are boldly going forth in the world. We nurture a love with a man who is called away from us and into the world in order to provide for our basic needs. Mostly, we nurture relationships. And real relationships require thoughtful time and attention. They can't be a click away. They require the investment of energy and understanding.
I have much to keep me busy here with my very real little ones. I also have some very beautiful friendships that need nurturing.
So, what is the answer? I cannot say at this point. All I know is that yesterday I felt lost without my internet connection, and that is a wake up call for me. I really didn't think I was that attached.
:)
Like I said.... *munch, munch.*
Friday, July 18, 2008
What to do... the spontaneous version*
~when your computer explodes (not kidding, what a smell! like burning tires...)
~and your husband is off to work in a moment, taking his laptop with him
~and your kids finally seem to be kicking this bug that stuck around for 2 weeks
~and you are so tired of being stuck in the house
~and it's going to be 101 today...
Head to the lake of course!
See ya~
:)
*Um... unless a certain Little Dear wakes up with a fever and a sore throat. Good thing I'm (argh... offer it up, offer it up) flexible, huh?
Guess we'll be staying in...
:(
~and your husband is off to work in a moment, taking his laptop with him
~and your kids finally seem to be kicking this bug that stuck around for 2 weeks
~and you are so tired of being stuck in the house
~and it's going to be 101 today...
Head to the lake of course!
See ya~
:)
*Um... unless a certain Little Dear wakes up with a fever and a sore throat. Good thing I'm (argh... offer it up, offer it up) flexible, huh?
Guess we'll be staying in...
:(
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Memed
I'm behind on the Meme front. Also on the budget and laundry front as well. But, there's not much I can do about those other things while I'm sitting here at the computer, is there?
:)
Lisa tagged me awhile ago for this fun one:
A is for age: 36
B is for burger of choice: In-n-out, please... animal style.
C is for car you drive: A 2000 Chevy Astro. I am so hip and happenin'...
D is for dog's name: Little Love.
E is for essential item you use everyday: coffee pot.
F is for favorite TV show: Lost. Will I survive the wait??
G is for favorite game: Love watching hockey. I've been converted.
H is for home state: I'm a NYer... in more ways than one.
I is for instruments you play: The guitar. Just call me Hippie-mama.
J is for favorite juice: Fuzzy navel. Hey, it's got orange juice in it!
K is for whose butt you'd like to kick: Depends on what idiotic world-view op-ed I read...
L is for last restaurant at which you ate: Dunes... yummy kebobs and baba ganoush.
M is for your favorite Muppet: A toss up between the Sweedish Chef and that serious eagle dude.
N is for number of piercings: 3.. one in each ear, plus an extra on the top of my right one.
O is for overnight hospital stays: One for each of my peanuts.
P is for people you were with today: My peanuts... the littlest of whom had a fever yesterday, so we'll be a hermitage again for awhile.
Q: is for what you do with your quiet time: Read, blog, garden.
R is for your biggest regret: Starting this meme when I have so much to do today? (kidding!)
S is for status: Happily married.
T is for time you woke up: 7:45 a.m.
U is for what you consider unique about yourself: Oh, I don't know... that I have 5 kids, play soccer, am a devout Catholic, listen to rock music, wear jeans and love to bake in my new apron? An oxymoron, that's what I am. Most of all though? I'm a loyal friend. Once you've got me, I'm there for keeps.
V is for vegetable you love: Cooked spinach.
W is for worst habit: Thinking I have to be the perfect wife, mom, friend, cook, gardener, writer... etc.
X is for x-rays you've had: Dental only.
Y is for yummy food you ate today: My coffee. Yes, it was that good.
Z is for zodiac sign: Taurus.
This one is a month old. If you haven't done it, consider yourself tagged, and let me know!
:)
:)
Lisa tagged me awhile ago for this fun one:
A is for age: 36
B is for burger of choice: In-n-out, please... animal style.
C is for car you drive: A 2000 Chevy Astro. I am so hip and happenin'...
D is for dog's name: Little Love.
E is for essential item you use everyday: coffee pot.
F is for favorite TV show: Lost. Will I survive the wait??
G is for favorite game: Love watching hockey. I've been converted.
H is for home state: I'm a NYer... in more ways than one.
I is for instruments you play: The guitar. Just call me Hippie-mama.
J is for favorite juice: Fuzzy navel. Hey, it's got orange juice in it!
K is for whose butt you'd like to kick: Depends on what idiotic world-view op-ed I read...
L is for last restaurant at which you ate: Dunes... yummy kebobs and baba ganoush.
M is for your favorite Muppet: A toss up between the Sweedish Chef and that serious eagle dude.
N is for number of piercings: 3.. one in each ear, plus an extra on the top of my right one.
O is for overnight hospital stays: One for each of my peanuts.
P is for people you were with today: My peanuts... the littlest of whom had a fever yesterday, so we'll be a hermitage again for awhile.
Q: is for what you do with your quiet time: Read, blog, garden.
R is for your biggest regret: Starting this meme when I have so much to do today? (kidding!)
S is for status: Happily married.
T is for time you woke up: 7:45 a.m.
U is for what you consider unique about yourself: Oh, I don't know... that I have 5 kids, play soccer, am a devout Catholic, listen to rock music, wear jeans and love to bake in my new apron? An oxymoron, that's what I am. Most of all though? I'm a loyal friend. Once you've got me, I'm there for keeps.
V is for vegetable you love: Cooked spinach.
W is for worst habit: Thinking I have to be the perfect wife, mom, friend, cook, gardener, writer... etc.
X is for x-rays you've had: Dental only.
Y is for yummy food you ate today: My coffee. Yes, it was that good.
Z is for zodiac sign: Taurus.
This one is a month old. If you haven't done it, consider yourself tagged, and let me know!
:)
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
What A Disappointment...
... for us BNL fans. Read here, and here. And just about everywhere else on the web.
Yes, I know he's a rock star, what could I expect? But I'm still annoyed.
How ironic my song widget seems right now, eh?
:(
h/t my friend noranuge
Yes, I know he's a rock star, what could I expect? But I'm still annoyed.
How ironic my song widget seems right now, eh?
:(
h/t my friend noranuge
Creationism, Little Boo Style
Little Boo: This is what God said when He made people...
"This one will speak Spanish.
This one will speak English.
This one won't like the smell of eggs."
:)
"This one will speak Spanish.
This one will speak English.
This one won't like the smell of eggs."
:)
Cow, Interrupted
Ever hear this knock-knock joke?
Well, we have quite a few interrupting cows in this household. And doesn't Little Love know it. Every time she has something to tell me, the conversation goes something like this:
LL: Mama, guess what?
Me: What?
LL: Little Boo went into Little Dear's room...
(in comes Little Boo in tears)
LL: And then..
(Little Boo starts to talk)
LL: And THEN
(Little Boo still talking...)
LL: andthen andthen andthen...
(Little Dear storms in...)
LL: ANDTHEN ANDTHEN ANDTHEN
(boys show up to offer their version)
LL: AND. THEN. AND. THEN. AND. THEN!
(all the kids start busting up at poor Little Love)
LL: AAANNNNDDDD THENNNN!
Me: (hushing the others) What!?!
LL: Oh, WHATEVER!
(storms off as the others fall down in hysterics)
Hence the name Nut-House.
:)
boy: knock-knock
girl: who's there?
boy: interrupting cow
girl: interrupting co-
boy: MOOOO!!
girl: who's there?
boy: interrupting cow
girl: interrupting co-
boy: MOOOO!!
Well, we have quite a few interrupting cows in this household. And doesn't Little Love know it. Every time she has something to tell me, the conversation goes something like this:
LL: Mama, guess what?
Me: What?
LL: Little Boo went into Little Dear's room...
(in comes Little Boo in tears)
LL: And then..
(Little Boo starts to talk)
LL: And THEN
(Little Boo still talking...)
LL: andthen andthen andthen...
(Little Dear storms in...)
LL: ANDTHEN ANDTHEN ANDTHEN
(boys show up to offer their version)
LL: AND. THEN. AND. THEN. AND. THEN!
(all the kids start busting up at poor Little Love)
LL: AAANNNNDDDD THENNNN!
Me: (hushing the others) What!?!
LL: Oh, WHATEVER!
(storms off as the others fall down in hysterics)
Hence the name Nut-House.
:)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Summer Reading, Five Stars
It's halfway through July, and I have completed my summer reading project.Island of the World, by Michael O'Brien was 833 pages of Beauty. Sometimes breathtaking, other times heart wrenching, at all times soul inspiring, the story and journey of Josip Lasta is one I will never forget.
But it's not just the facts of his journey, where he went and who he saw that are important. It is the relationships that are fostered, be them good or bad, and how this man is altered because of them.
Once again, Michael O'Brien has reminded me that through the lens of the eternal, everything is important. Every mundane task, every chance greeting, carries the weight of love or loss, sacrifice or gain. And we must not forget that for our souls sacrifice is gain, and loss is love.
And that we are not made for this world.
We are loved and created for something far better.
:)
Monday, July 14, 2008
Old Friends
I have in my possession the address and phone number of the mom of an old high school friend of mine.
Bea (not her real name) was introduced to me when I "graduated" from the elementary school that was close to my home, and made the switch to a new junior high/high school that my Dad taught at. My Dad and her Mom were both teachers there. After that first day of orientation, I spent the day at the lake with her and her family, and then spent the night at her house.
When school started, it became apparent that we were polar opposites. Physically, that was obvious. I was tall and thin with dark hair and eyes. Bea was shorter, nicely figured, with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Personality-wise, we were also mismatched. Where she was outgoing and self-assured, I was shy and uncertain. She knew all about make-up and boys and clothes, whereas I was very clueless in all of those areas. I think she initially took me in as a charity case.
:)
Eventually, though, we developed a mutual respect for each other. She was drawn to my faith convictions, enjoying my strong family bond and even keeping me company when I had to babysit my siblings. I still have a picture of her holding one of my sisters after she was born... just a tiny newborn in the arms of my best friend.
I'll never forget the trip to see my relatives on Long Island. I was permitted to bring Bea with me, and the night before we left, we decided to perform the ultimate act of friendship and double-pierce our right ears. We used bactine and a needle. Mine got stuck, and it was a sheer act of the will that I finally finished the job. Of course, I couldn't let my parents find out, and so the trip became a conspiracy. I think it lasted 2 days. My Mom saw it and that was the end of that.
:)
The difference in our upbringing soon became impossible to overcome. Bea's mom was always very kind to me, but constantly exasperated by the strictness of my parents. She saw no rhyme or reason to it, and did her best to undermine their authority. As a result, I was placed in many compromising situations where I had to choose whether or not to obey my parents and risk being labeled a prude by my best friend and her mom. That's tough pressure for a 15 year old.
Eventually, Bea started making decisions I couldn't agree with, and we parted ways. Unfortunately, it was not a peaceful parting. It started with a letter I wrote to a mutual "friend," expressing concern for Bea, had she started hanging out with the "wrong" kids, and was she using drugs? Well... the discovery of this letter made the beginning of my junior year of high school pure hell. Since she was confrontational, and I was not, she took every opportunity to call me names and belittle me in front of others. Turning to my Dad for help, I learned a very valuable lesson. As long as I gave her (and everyone else) no reason to fault me, I would emerge unscathed. So, I kept my anger and tears to myself. I smiled at her when I saw her coming, and when she verbally assaulted me before choir one day, I calmly told her that I was just concerned for her, and that she was embarrassing herself. I walked into the classroom with my head up, but inside I was shaking like a leaf. She continued her attacks, both to my face and behind my back, until even her close friends began doubting her. Then suddenly, she apologized, and the war was over.
We were never very close after that. By that time, I had found my niche. I had surrounded myself with a few very wonderful people. People I knew I could trust. We had a blast. I ended up dating one of the guys, and our group of 5 or 6 friends was inseparable.
So, why, you may ask... Why am I interested in what ever happened with my friend Bea?
I'm not sure.
For awhile there, I used to dream that we met again. That I was searching for her, that she needed help, and then I would find her and we would laugh at my strange dream, she was actually doing very well. But then I would wake up. And wonder...
I truly hope she is happy. I hope she has found someone who loves her, and appreciates her many gifts and talents. I'm afraid that if this is not the case, then my good fortunes in life will only serve to cause her distress. I would hate for that to happen.
Maybe she could care less about me... and wonder why, after all of these years, I would want to be in touch again.
Then again, maybe I'm not 18 anymore and should just pick up the phone already!
:)
Bea (not her real name) was introduced to me when I "graduated" from the elementary school that was close to my home, and made the switch to a new junior high/high school that my Dad taught at. My Dad and her Mom were both teachers there. After that first day of orientation, I spent the day at the lake with her and her family, and then spent the night at her house.
When school started, it became apparent that we were polar opposites. Physically, that was obvious. I was tall and thin with dark hair and eyes. Bea was shorter, nicely figured, with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Personality-wise, we were also mismatched. Where she was outgoing and self-assured, I was shy and uncertain. She knew all about make-up and boys and clothes, whereas I was very clueless in all of those areas. I think she initially took me in as a charity case.
:)
Eventually, though, we developed a mutual respect for each other. She was drawn to my faith convictions, enjoying my strong family bond and even keeping me company when I had to babysit my siblings. I still have a picture of her holding one of my sisters after she was born... just a tiny newborn in the arms of my best friend.
I'll never forget the trip to see my relatives on Long Island. I was permitted to bring Bea with me, and the night before we left, we decided to perform the ultimate act of friendship and double-pierce our right ears. We used bactine and a needle. Mine got stuck, and it was a sheer act of the will that I finally finished the job. Of course, I couldn't let my parents find out, and so the trip became a conspiracy. I think it lasted 2 days. My Mom saw it and that was the end of that.
:)
The difference in our upbringing soon became impossible to overcome. Bea's mom was always very kind to me, but constantly exasperated by the strictness of my parents. She saw no rhyme or reason to it, and did her best to undermine their authority. As a result, I was placed in many compromising situations where I had to choose whether or not to obey my parents and risk being labeled a prude by my best friend and her mom. That's tough pressure for a 15 year old.
Eventually, Bea started making decisions I couldn't agree with, and we parted ways. Unfortunately, it was not a peaceful parting. It started with a letter I wrote to a mutual "friend," expressing concern for Bea, had she started hanging out with the "wrong" kids, and was she using drugs? Well... the discovery of this letter made the beginning of my junior year of high school pure hell. Since she was confrontational, and I was not, she took every opportunity to call me names and belittle me in front of others. Turning to my Dad for help, I learned a very valuable lesson. As long as I gave her (and everyone else) no reason to fault me, I would emerge unscathed. So, I kept my anger and tears to myself. I smiled at her when I saw her coming, and when she verbally assaulted me before choir one day, I calmly told her that I was just concerned for her, and that she was embarrassing herself. I walked into the classroom with my head up, but inside I was shaking like a leaf. She continued her attacks, both to my face and behind my back, until even her close friends began doubting her. Then suddenly, she apologized, and the war was over.
We were never very close after that. By that time, I had found my niche. I had surrounded myself with a few very wonderful people. People I knew I could trust. We had a blast. I ended up dating one of the guys, and our group of 5 or 6 friends was inseparable.
So, why, you may ask... Why am I interested in what ever happened with my friend Bea?
I'm not sure.
For awhile there, I used to dream that we met again. That I was searching for her, that she needed help, and then I would find her and we would laugh at my strange dream, she was actually doing very well. But then I would wake up. And wonder...
I truly hope she is happy. I hope she has found someone who loves her, and appreciates her many gifts and talents. I'm afraid that if this is not the case, then my good fortunes in life will only serve to cause her distress. I would hate for that to happen.
Maybe she could care less about me... and wonder why, after all of these years, I would want to be in touch again.
Then again, maybe I'm not 18 anymore and should just pick up the phone already!
:)
Time it was and what a time it was
It was...
A time of innocence
A time of confidences.
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
A Picture Thought
This is Little Dear, at the tender age of 3. She is preparing flowers at her Montessori school. I love the look of determination and pure enjoyment on her face.
:)
Friday, July 11, 2008
Inspiration
Do y'all know about Emily?
She is an amazing young woman with CF who had a lung transplant three years ago and is now participating in her community theatre production of Jekyll and Hyde.
Tonight is Opening Night!
Go, read the archives of her progress ~both with the transplant and her part(s) in this production.
Above all, go wish her luck.
:)
She is an amazing young woman with CF who had a lung transplant three years ago and is now participating in her community theatre production of Jekyll and Hyde.
Tonight is Opening Night!
Go, read the archives of her progress ~both with the transplant and her part(s) in this production.
Above all, go wish her luck.
:)
The 2008-2009 Home School Year at the Nut-House
We're re-vamping our home school over here at the Nut-House.
After listening to my litany of guilt for the past 4 years, DH stepped in and took charge. He enrolled the older 3 in the Texas Virtual Academy, an online charter school that uses the K12 program inspired by William Bennett.
After the registration and the testing, I spoke with our contact and was almost brought to tears with gratitude.
They will be sending us everything: books, workbooks, computer, printer, science experiment equipment... everything. Free of charge.
They will provide the lesson plans, the support, the field trips, the conferences... free of charge.
And the best part? They will pay for Action Man's dyslexia tutoring, something that we have only been able to afford once a month. Now it will be available to him once a week.
Hence, the tears of gratitude.
My role has been reduced to that of a teacher's aide. I will be here to help the kids with their work, to send it in, and chat with their teacher twice a month. I really am fine with that, since the juggling of many hats has become a bit overwhelming.
I am blogging all of this with a hint of trepidation, however.
I'm afraid this might start quite a debate as to the authenticity of home schooling. What is true home schooling, and what is not?
Have I lost "home-schooler status" in your eyes? Are my children going to hell in a hand basket because I am not spending countless hours and oodles of money haggling over a curriculum plan this summer? I seriously used to take great pride in the fact that I was an "eclectic" home schooler. I saw, I spent, I planned, and then I had major burn out.... every year. But, by golly, we were home schooling!
How ridiculous.
The main point is, I've been worried. Worried beyond rational thought that my kids were not being challenged, and were not progressing the way they could be, and should be. Nothing anyone could say appeased me. In fact, I know they are behind. And I am convinced that my kids need to really understand and experience that schooling is not an optional activity, that it is necessary.
Has my family lost the joy of learning? Has my home been turned into a sea of workbooks and dry textbooks?
Heaven help us, I hope not!
I don't know how much free time we will have. I'm not sure if impromptu trips to the lake will be possible. But I do know that the learning atmosphere will never leave our home just because our curriculum choice this year is a bit more rigorous and requires more accountability.
Here's how I know:
Last week, DH and I went on a date. We ate dinner at an awesome Mediterranean grill, and afterwards, we sauntered next door to the used bookstore. My all-time favorite section is labeled "nostalgia". Here they have beautiful hard cover books for children that were written in the late '40s. Among the $50 we spent (!! no wonder our budget gets blown every week...) The best find was a picture book entitled This Is The World, by Josephine van Dolzen Pease, copyright 1944. What a beautiful book, written especially for the likes of my Littles Love and Boo, to simply explain the wonders of the earth, sun, land, water and people. With titles such as "Oh, What a Wonderful Ball!" to introduce the earth, and "Ride, Cowboy, Ride!" to engage their thoughts about the land... it is a perfect living book.
I will never lose that eagerness to share knowledge in a gentle and fun way. I simply believe that the needs of our family have changed. I hope and pray that this is the answer for us. While some may disagree with our chosen method, I am completely at peace, and quite eager for this new adventure in our home schooling journey.
:)
After listening to my litany of guilt for the past 4 years, DH stepped in and took charge. He enrolled the older 3 in the Texas Virtual Academy, an online charter school that uses the K12 program inspired by William Bennett.
After the registration and the testing, I spoke with our contact and was almost brought to tears with gratitude.
They will be sending us everything: books, workbooks, computer, printer, science experiment equipment... everything. Free of charge.
They will provide the lesson plans, the support, the field trips, the conferences... free of charge.
And the best part? They will pay for Action Man's dyslexia tutoring, something that we have only been able to afford once a month. Now it will be available to him once a week.
Hence, the tears of gratitude.
My role has been reduced to that of a teacher's aide. I will be here to help the kids with their work, to send it in, and chat with their teacher twice a month. I really am fine with that, since the juggling of many hats has become a bit overwhelming.
I am blogging all of this with a hint of trepidation, however.
I'm afraid this might start quite a debate as to the authenticity of home schooling. What is true home schooling, and what is not?
Have I lost "home-schooler status" in your eyes? Are my children going to hell in a hand basket because I am not spending countless hours and oodles of money haggling over a curriculum plan this summer? I seriously used to take great pride in the fact that I was an "eclectic" home schooler. I saw, I spent, I planned, and then I had major burn out.... every year. But, by golly, we were home schooling!
How ridiculous.
The main point is, I've been worried. Worried beyond rational thought that my kids were not being challenged, and were not progressing the way they could be, and should be. Nothing anyone could say appeased me. In fact, I know they are behind. And I am convinced that my kids need to really understand and experience that schooling is not an optional activity, that it is necessary.
Has my family lost the joy of learning? Has my home been turned into a sea of workbooks and dry textbooks?
Heaven help us, I hope not!
I don't know how much free time we will have. I'm not sure if impromptu trips to the lake will be possible. But I do know that the learning atmosphere will never leave our home just because our curriculum choice this year is a bit more rigorous and requires more accountability.
Here's how I know:
Last week, DH and I went on a date. We ate dinner at an awesome Mediterranean grill, and afterwards, we sauntered next door to the used bookstore. My all-time favorite section is labeled "nostalgia". Here they have beautiful hard cover books for children that were written in the late '40s. Among the $50 we spent (!! no wonder our budget gets blown every week...) The best find was a picture book entitled This Is The World, by Josephine van Dolzen Pease, copyright 1944. What a beautiful book, written especially for the likes of my Littles Love and Boo, to simply explain the wonders of the earth, sun, land, water and people. With titles such as "Oh, What a Wonderful Ball!" to introduce the earth, and "Ride, Cowboy, Ride!" to engage their thoughts about the land... it is a perfect living book.
I will never lose that eagerness to share knowledge in a gentle and fun way. I simply believe that the needs of our family have changed. I hope and pray that this is the answer for us. While some may disagree with our chosen method, I am completely at peace, and quite eager for this new adventure in our home schooling journey.
:)
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Gas-Saving Tip #1
Have one of your children come down with a really high fever the day before you are supposed to meet all of your friends at a really awesome water park.
Look out into your garage and realize that it is Thursday, and your car hasn't moved from it's parking spot since Monday... and likely won't be moving for the rest of the week.
That's a savings of at least $40!
Of course, balance that against the amount of G&T's necessary to keep this Mama sane during this bout of extreme cabin fever...
and....
well...
maybe you'll come out even.
:)
Look out into your garage and realize that it is Thursday, and your car hasn't moved from it's parking spot since Monday... and likely won't be moving for the rest of the week.
That's a savings of at least $40!
Of course, balance that against the amount of G&T's necessary to keep this Mama sane during this bout of extreme cabin fever...
and....
well...
maybe you'll come out even.
:)
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
G.I.T.
Stands for Gardener In Training.
That's my new title.
It's all because of my over-zealous neighbor whose yard (front and back) looks like the cover of a Mary Engelbreit magazine.
Mr. D works for a lawn care company and does quite a bit of landscaping. And instead of being a sensible man and leaving his work at work where it belongs, he brings it home and deposits it in flat-fulls on my front lawn.
Last Friday, after the 4th of July parade, I sauntered over to ask if I needed to yank out mypansies petunias since they were looking pretty worn out... To which he replied that he was going to say something to me about that, but didn't want to bother us this weekend...
heh heh
So, I dutifully yank out the overgrown eyesores and prepare the bed for the 6 flats of flowers he has parked on my side lawn. As we chat about the different varieties: lantanas, verbena, and purple grass-something... (hey! two out of three isn't bad... stop laughing) he realizes that the flowers will not work for my front bed. So, we go around to the back yard (which does not resemble anything Mary Engelbreit-ish... unless she is going for a "home on the range" look, what with all of the B.B. gun targets and homemade bows and arrows lying about) where he points vaguely to some shrubs and tells me that I can clear out some of the dead leaves ( ahem... ok, you can laugh now) and plant the lantanas there.
3 hours later... they are planted, and I am a dripping mess. I hose the flowers and myself down, and attend a very fun 4th of July party.
Today I notice... the lantanas are dead.
Oh, agony and horror! What the heck am I supposed to do now? I drowned them in water and went to go confess my sin to Mr. D. He reassured me that they may bounce back and gently told me that maybe next time I need to plant them a little further in the ground and was I using a trowel?
*cheesy smile*
Back he comes with a trowel and 3 more flats of flowers for my front yard. Then he patiently digs three holes and shows me exactly how to extract the plant from its prison and place it in the hole... pushing the rest of the dirt gently around the flower and patting down firmly...
Yes, I feel like an idiot.
But my yard? Is looking killer.
:)
That's my new title.
It's all because of my over-zealous neighbor whose yard (front and back) looks like the cover of a Mary Engelbreit magazine.
Mr. D works for a lawn care company and does quite a bit of landscaping. And instead of being a sensible man and leaving his work at work where it belongs, he brings it home and deposits it in flat-fulls on my front lawn.
Last Friday, after the 4th of July parade, I sauntered over to ask if I needed to yank out my
heh heh
So, I dutifully yank out the overgrown eyesores and prepare the bed for the 6 flats of flowers he has parked on my side lawn. As we chat about the different varieties: lantanas, verbena, and purple grass-something... (hey! two out of three isn't bad... stop laughing) he realizes that the flowers will not work for my front bed. So, we go around to the back yard (which does not resemble anything Mary Engelbreit-ish... unless she is going for a "home on the range" look, what with all of the B.B. gun targets and homemade bows and arrows lying about) where he points vaguely to some shrubs and tells me that I can clear out some of the dead leaves ( ahem... ok, you can laugh now) and plant the lantanas there.
3 hours later... they are planted, and I am a dripping mess. I hose the flowers and myself down, and attend a very fun 4th of July party.
Today I notice... the lantanas are dead.
Oh, agony and horror! What the heck am I supposed to do now? I drowned them in water and went to go confess my sin to Mr. D. He reassured me that they may bounce back and gently told me that maybe next time I need to plant them a little further in the ground and was I using a trowel?
*cheesy smile*
Back he comes with a trowel and 3 more flats of flowers for my front yard. Then he patiently digs three holes and shows me exactly how to extract the plant from its prison and place it in the hole... pushing the rest of the dirt gently around the flower and patting down firmly...
Yes, I feel like an idiot.
But my yard? Is looking killer.
:)
Monday, July 07, 2008
Dog Days
It's summertime in Texas, and you know what that means!
We're getting out the board games.
I've written before how backwards our seasons seem to be. Every year, it's still a bit of a shock to feel true 100 degree heat beating through the car windows, wilting my very soul.
We're re-discovering the joys (?!) of Monopoly, Chutes and Ladders, Uno, and Hi-Ho-Cherry-O. We're remembering that there's nothing like a rousing card game of Speed. The "Homeschool Room" has become the playroom for the summer. Clay, paint, scissors, glue and marker projects abound. Gerbil mazes litter the floor, accompanied by many costumes and even a rock band drum set made of pots , pans and an orange Home Depot bucket.
Netflix has never been used so voraciously.
We have become hermits.
And yet, I still need to feel the sun on my face. Yes, even the 100 degree sun. And so we spend a lot of time in water. The pool, the water parks, the lake, the bath tub and the shower. Water has never felt so necessary as it does these days.
To all of my Northern friends, enjoy your summer. Revel in your backyard bbq's, baseball games and picnics. Glory in your bike rides and rollerblading escapades. Us southerners will just sit in our A/C boxes and live vicariously through your pictures and fun times as you plan events that are not even on our radar for at least 3 more months.
And we will wait for our chance at summer.
It's called Autumn.
:)
We're getting out the board games.
I've written before how backwards our seasons seem to be. Every year, it's still a bit of a shock to feel true 100 degree heat beating through the car windows, wilting my very soul.
We're re-discovering the joys (?!) of Monopoly, Chutes and Ladders, Uno, and Hi-Ho-Cherry-O. We're remembering that there's nothing like a rousing card game of Speed. The "Homeschool Room" has become the playroom for the summer. Clay, paint, scissors, glue and marker projects abound. Gerbil mazes litter the floor, accompanied by many costumes and even a rock band drum set made of pots , pans and an orange Home Depot bucket.
Netflix has never been used so voraciously.
We have become hermits.
And yet, I still need to feel the sun on my face. Yes, even the 100 degree sun. And so we spend a lot of time in water. The pool, the water parks, the lake, the bath tub and the shower. Water has never felt so necessary as it does these days.
To all of my Northern friends, enjoy your summer. Revel in your backyard bbq's, baseball games and picnics. Glory in your bike rides and rollerblading escapades. Us southerners will just sit in our A/C boxes and live vicariously through your pictures and fun times as you plan events that are not even on our radar for at least 3 more months.
And we will wait for our chance at summer.
It's called Autumn.
:)
Thursday, July 03, 2008
In The Bathroom...
... as I was parting Little Love's hair in preparation for her pig tails:
Little Love: No Mama, I don't want pink tails.
(grabs the hair ties away and hands me different ones) I want purple tails!
:)
Little Love: No Mama, I don't want pink tails.
(grabs the hair ties away and hands me different ones) I want purple tails!
:)
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Auld Lang Syne
Lately, I've been in the mood to re-connect with old friends. Up until now, I have been quite content to remain in the dark when it came to sharing info with (or about) old high school classmates. I think it was my recent contact with some classmates through Facebook that has prompted this time of reminiscing.
Not many of my high school friends know where I am or that I have a blog. That is really fine with me.
However, when it comes to my friends from college? They know.
And they read.
How do I know? I hear things, I have a hidden statcounter, and therefore (Q.E.D.) I know.
One of the unforeseen disadvantages of having a blog is that while I, as blogger, am keeping everyone I know (and even some that I don't know) abreast of the latest developments in my own life.... I have NO IDEA what is going on in the lives of my many long distance friends and relations.
On my profile page is my E-MAIL ADDRESS.
(you know who you are....) USE IT.
Tell me what is going on in your own life!
Because I care, and I miss those days of old.
:)
Not many of my high school friends know where I am or that I have a blog. That is really fine with me.
However, when it comes to my friends from college? They know.
And they read.
How do I know? I hear things, I have a hidden statcounter, and therefore (Q.E.D.) I know.
One of the unforeseen disadvantages of having a blog is that while I, as blogger, am keeping everyone I know (and even some that I don't know) abreast of the latest developments in my own life.... I have NO IDEA what is going on in the lives of my many long distance friends and relations.
On my profile page is my E-MAIL ADDRESS.
(you know who you are....) USE IT.
Tell me what is going on in your own life!
Because I care, and I miss those days of old.
:)
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Little Dear And The Hard Lesson About Friends
Have you ever been mulling over and praying for a situation in your life, and suddenly come upon a few blog posts that deal with the topic in some way? It's uncanny sometimes how providential my little snippets of time on the computer can be.
Danielle and Barb each did a lovely post on praying for our children. Barb mentioned that she feels anxious, probably because of some life changes that are occurring in her family, and she needs to lift her children in prayer in an extra special way these days. What with all of the depressing news and dire predictions about climate change and the rising cost of gas and food, Danielle admits feeling anxious for her children and their future.
My own anxiety is dealing more in the specifics these days. The devil is in the details, so they say.
Little Dear is starting to feel the isolation of these long hot Texas summer days. She is a trooper when it comes to playing super heroes with her older brothers, or barbies and baby dolls with her younger sisters. Caught in the middle, she sometimes feels the pinch and desires some time spent alone with a true friend, a kindred spirit.
She is a lot like me. But not quite as fortunate in the friend department.
Right now, she has one real friend. They see each other at mass, they giggle together at the pool, and I need to step it up a bit and invite her over for some girlie tea parties and dress up sessions. Obviously, this little friend is not always available. And when we've tried to branch out, be it through the neighborhood or other Mommy-contrived play dates, it hasn't worked very well.
In some cases, when my Little Dear sees one of these other aquaintances, she'll give them a big rousing hello and ask them to play, only to have the girl completely ignore her. It breaks my Mama heart. In another case, there is a family we know whom we haven't seen for almost a year. (They live in a neighboring town) Little Dear still declares their daughter her "best friend" even though we haven't received a letter or phone call from them for the entire year. That, too, breaks my heart.
Little Dear and I have been having a few heart-to-heart chats about these situations. She has expressed some concerns, and I have assured her in her desire to be friendly and caring. Always looking to give the benefit of the doubt to the other, I told her that maybe once these girls get older, they will see what a treasure her friendship would be. I know some girls her age go through a phase of being catty and malicious, but Little Dear hasn't exhibited any of these tendencies. She is caring and generous to a fault.
I pray that God can find her a few friends who share these qualities, or at least appreciate and cherish the gift of friendship that my Little Dear could bring to their lives.
:)
Danielle and Barb each did a lovely post on praying for our children. Barb mentioned that she feels anxious, probably because of some life changes that are occurring in her family, and she needs to lift her children in prayer in an extra special way these days. What with all of the depressing news and dire predictions about climate change and the rising cost of gas and food, Danielle admits feeling anxious for her children and their future.
My own anxiety is dealing more in the specifics these days. The devil is in the details, so they say.
Little Dear is starting to feel the isolation of these long hot Texas summer days. She is a trooper when it comes to playing super heroes with her older brothers, or barbies and baby dolls with her younger sisters. Caught in the middle, she sometimes feels the pinch and desires some time spent alone with a true friend, a kindred spirit.
She is a lot like me. But not quite as fortunate in the friend department.
Right now, she has one real friend. They see each other at mass, they giggle together at the pool, and I need to step it up a bit and invite her over for some girlie tea parties and dress up sessions. Obviously, this little friend is not always available. And when we've tried to branch out, be it through the neighborhood or other Mommy-contrived play dates, it hasn't worked very well.
In some cases, when my Little Dear sees one of these other aquaintances, she'll give them a big rousing hello and ask them to play, only to have the girl completely ignore her. It breaks my Mama heart. In another case, there is a family we know whom we haven't seen for almost a year. (They live in a neighboring town) Little Dear still declares their daughter her "best friend" even though we haven't received a letter or phone call from them for the entire year. That, too, breaks my heart.
Little Dear and I have been having a few heart-to-heart chats about these situations. She has expressed some concerns, and I have assured her in her desire to be friendly and caring. Always looking to give the benefit of the doubt to the other, I told her that maybe once these girls get older, they will see what a treasure her friendship would be. I know some girls her age go through a phase of being catty and malicious, but Little Dear hasn't exhibited any of these tendencies. She is caring and generous to a fault.
I pray that God can find her a few friends who share these qualities, or at least appreciate and cherish the gift of friendship that my Little Dear could bring to their lives.
:)
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