Month: March 2011

So Much Bigger and Closer

Sometimes a walk down memory lane is filled with beautiful, white-picket fenced pictures. Other times lessons learned come to mind. And sometimes there’s those ‘remember when’s that create a solemn and quiet moment in your heart.

I recently set up my old college computer to provide a space of childhood computer game playing. Funny to introduce the kindergartner I watch to packman – as if packman is something historic of the past. When booting up the old junker, curiosity led me to the old picture files. Funny to laugh through silly worship band pictures. But one file brought back a whole world of thoughts. It’s title? New Orleans Mission Trip 2006.

We come to crossroads in our life. The road to heroism and the road to normalcy. And sometimes the two interchange and weave amongst each other. But every once in a while on down the road there comes a hill. And after the hill’s climb you begin to see more values: greater value in rest, greater value in good hiking shoes, greater value in water, and even a greater value in life. And then all at once the horizon hits you from the top of that hill.

New Orleans brought back that feeling. The old war-zone looking pictures of displaced houses, demolished neighborhoods, and the eerie quiet that filled the air. No birds. No crickets. Nothing.

Work abounded on the trip. Filled with gutting flooded houses, stripping down walls and bleaching studs. All in the efforts to rebuild. All in the efforts to start again. In most cases we didn’t meet the neighbors – those that were coming back for the wreckage. We just did our work. Did our part. Tried to leave behind a foundation that someone else could value again.

The images. The feelings. The poor world feeling so much bigger and yet so much closer than before. It all came flooding back as I flipped through the pictures, my mind adding a few not captured on film.

inside


clean-up begins


tearing down walls

removing glass from windowsill


pressure washing/bleaching molded studs


searching for valuables

the final product – a gutted house

Sometimes a walk down memory lane is filled with beautiful, white-picket fenced pictures. Other times lessons learned come to mind. And sometimes there’s those ‘remember when’s that create a solemn and quiet moment in your heart.

– my heart goes out to Japan right now –

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To The Anonymous – – You Matter

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about being a stay-at-home mom of little kids, it’s that you need a lot of support. It’s a blessing to have a friend to talk to when you just need an adult voice. There are times the last thing you want to do is wipe another boogie nose, but knowing girl’s night out is around the corner helps you press on. There are times you just want to take a drive in the car, without having to listen to 20 questions from the back seat. And while stay-at-home moms can seem like anonymous people , operating on a completely different day-shift than the rest of the world’s 9-5, you know that you matter to the Savior.

But I’ve found a new level of anonymity. You moms have probably experienced it. It’s the circumstance where you visit a friend, neighbor, extended relative, or acquaintance and the only one that matters in the room is …. the baby on your hip.

Have you ever felt that?

You’re not even acknowledged. The baby receives the engagement, the patting, maybe is even taken from your hip and not one word is said to you. It’s like you don’t even exist.

Most days it doesn’t bother me. I kind of enjoy staying out of the floodlights. But deep down inside a small part of me wonders why if I matter so much then why not even a word was said to me.

I’ve had this happen twice to me this past weekend. not a word was said to me in the hour+ that I spent with this person. All the interaction was with my children and my husband. It’s as if a world around me existed and I was merely there for functionality.

I’m not posting about this as a passive-aggressive way of getting back at that person. This has nothing to do with that kind of a shallow act. I just wanted to post about this feeling for all those moms out there that are put in similar situations. All those moms out there (whom most will never have heard of or ever read these words) who just want a friend to look them in the eyes and say, “you matter. Even if you have some undetectable sticky thing in your hair.”

“You matter to me even if you are thinking about how you wish you had time for a shower this morning. Even if you’re wondering if you’ll ever lose the baby weight. Even if your thoughts are on desiring a moment of quiet time once the kids go to bed. Even if the last thing on your list is to uphold some intellectual conversation because you just want someone to be with you without requiring something from you. You matter. Because you are you.”

And it’s in those moments that I hope and pray you hear your Savior whisper those truths to your heart.

Dear anonymous Mom out there,

You Matter to Me.

– Jesus.

He is all-sustaining.

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Nightmare?

Rachael was crying on the baby monitor and I went in to her. I asked her what was wrong. After a few minutes she said, “I was sleeping. Alligator get my hand and I say ouch. I wake up and I cryin‘.”

Sounds like the kid explained her nightmare quite well.

Quite the imagination.

Too bad it bit her. =)

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I wanna be a part of it…

So there’s a part of me that is a traveler at heart. You see those gorgeous landscapes and something inside says, “Beam me up Scotti!” And there’s something attractive about the city. No it’s not the pollution, crazy traffic, violence or foul language that stirs that little place in my heart (surprising?). It’s the glamorized tourist inside me that says, “Maybe some day…”

O the fun of traveling about in a confused tourist bubble, hoping you don’t stand out too bad. I guess in my traveler’s heart I never really care to look like a native. I just want to see the tall buildings, taste the cut little Mom and Pop shop bagels, and take a picture of the monument nearby. Just enjoy the simple things in the world of reading signs and learning new stuff.

And while the gorgeous sandy beach with the crystal clear water sounds so amazing and looks exquisite in those panoramic shots the fact is that Matt and I burn quite easily so the sunblock expense alone is enough for us to look around for a nearby city. Hehe. Maybe I’m a city girl at heart? Eh, I’m not so sure. Don’t think that the over-stressed pressure of being in a non-sleeping place is all that desirable – especially for this Mom who hopes to sleep through the night on a regular basis when, say, the kids move out to college. But walking about in a city during the day, riding the subway, checking out all the cute little shops as you walk by their front windows…

There’s a little shopping center around the Dayton area called ‘The Greene.’ It’s a high-end outdoor mall that’s designed to look like 3 or 4 city blocks. The perfectly swept roads, charity-only parking meters, cute little store fronts, wind whipping around the building corners, and a little ‘fountain square’ type meeting point make this little shopping area a cute little city in itself. Maybe I’m in love with those Frank Sinatra-ish movie era cities. A Roman Holiday. Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

But whatever it is a little part of me thinks of vacationing in a city and then returning to “the quiet life” in our little suburb home.

White picket fence? Having my cake and eating it too?

You better believe it.

Alrighty, back to the real world. =)

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To homeschool or to don’t (er somethin’)

Been thinking and researching a bit about homeschooling. Yes, I’m one of those nuts who thinks about staying with her kids 24/7 at the expense of her inner sanity and outer beauty (is it just me or do kids seem to have an affect on your outer beauty?).

A few homeschooling pros:

  1. You know what they’re learning (important as public curriculum has taken some interesting shifts)
  2. You have some control over what they’re learning (unless they’re learning your bad habits).
  3. Child has the opportunity to see the parent as a life teacher and not just a lame-o.
  4. Cuts down on inappropriate (yet semi-functional for crowd control alone) bullying, teasing and competition. (“I’m bigger than you are, dork sister, cuz you’re only a mere kindergartner!”)

And a few cons:

  1. You can’t get away from your kids (Is that a problem? – rips out half a head of hair)
  2. You are the teacher (please, no spitballs) so if you don’t prepare – no one else is your backup.
  3. Your weak subject is your kid’s weak subject (Oh Matthew, the Math you would be teaching to our kids).
  4. Social functioning needs to be higher than the “weird kids” out there. (Unless your kids are the weird ones. Then it needs to just be higher. — being silly here.)
  5. The constant fear of “is this enough so they’ll be considered passing?”

Now don’t you worry yourself. Just because I listed more cons than pros doesn’t mean there are more cons than pros… I hope (wink).

Just word-vomiting about homeschooling thoughts.

[the giant hook comes out and rips her from the stage.]

Your thoughts?

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Paradise

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QR4Y6Ll0DwA?fs=1]

Returned from our two day rendez–vous in Louisville to the normal. Funny how much I’ve found enjoyment in the normalcy. The hotel stay was great; Matt at the Youth Advisory Board meeting on Tuesday from 8a-4p with a few breaks and the girls and I with no schedule, hanging out in the hotel room, going for a walk in the beautiful weather and enjoy the Seminary campus recreation center. Tuesday night, after the meeting ended, Matt and I enjoyed a little dinner and swimming with the girls – AKA sitting in one foot of baby pool water while Rachael ran in circles and Abi splashed. We looked foolish, but it was so much fun just to laugh and play childish games and be in the moment with our kids. No pride. Wednesday, we took the girls park-hoping to a few really fun parks with great slides, swings, ride-on bouncers, and a merry-go-round. Parks plus a wonderful walk alongside the Louisville riverfront and with full lunch bellies we spent the girls’ naptime traveling back home.

Once stepping into the house it was funny how the normal hit us: dog barking, cat zipping about, laundry piles, toy explosions, dishes overload, etc.

And I just had to laugh this morning; 6:55am wake-up call – both Rachael and Abi in sync, nursing the baby while cuddling a not-quite-awake toddler, discovery of no toilet paper, 7am phone call with Goga (my mom) in which Rachael got it into her head that we were going to eat cinnamon rolls, improved cinnamon rolls from crescent rolls while rescuing my hair-tie from the cat, attacking Daddy at 8am as his sleeping in comes to a screeching halt (I couldn’t help it!), playing in Mommy and Daddy’s bed with Rachael’s additions: thrown about foam puzzle pieces and a play cordless phone – on which Matt talked to ‘Aunt Jes’ about her making him snicker doodle cookies. hehe., Matt jolting out of bed and running for the oven at the realization that the kitchen timer had been going off for a while, sawing cinnamon rolls off the ungreased cookie sheet (promise I followed the ungreased directions) while rescuing another hair-tie and handing the baby salad tongs to pacify, joking and tickling with Matt, serving the toddler while Pounce lives up to his name in stalking and attacking my pajama pant legs. Listening to Rachael’s rendition of “Jesus Loves Dakota” sung to our dog with an interlude of pleading for more applesauce, while feeding the baby oatmeal-apples-green beans – buttering, jellying and eating my breakfast between baby spoonfuls. Matt emerging from showering bliss in just enough time to grab breakfast, wash toddler hands, put in her requested Praise Baby movie, and grab a kiss on the way to the office. And as I sit here typing these words with two fingers the above song goes through my head, baby asleep in my arms – just realized the missed dried baby food on her nose, with cat attempting to find space on my lap – sitting on the baby- while in a purry mood. I’m telling you, people, there’s no place I’d rather be.. oooo just another day in paradise.

-loving my circus! =)

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