Saturday, September 5, 2009

It's Here. Almost.

It's September, and that means one thing: Fall is nearly here. Woohoo!!! I LOOOOVE Fall.
That's why I capitalize the word, although I am fully aware it is incorrect to do so.
I have tried to upload a Fall image, but it might not work. Blogger is stupid and is making me wait until my post is published to see if the upload worked, and already, someone is trying to spoil my Fall fun.
Ah, well.
I don't have any of my own pics to share yet, because I still haven't figured out how to upload images from this computer. I have to wait for my husband to help me. He's still asleep, and until he has his morning coffee, he just grunts at me and trips over things. Maybe after that, he'll be ready to bring out his inner nerd and help me to figure things out.
However, I WILL leave you with this sweet link to an amazing post on Fall. Before you look at these photos, I want you to know that you will be sick with envy. SICK. But it's okay. I don't have a house like that one, either. You and I just have to reassure ourselves that if we just obey the Lord and fix our eyes on Heaven, far more beautiful things await us.
You don't feel better at all, do you? Oh well. Check this out. Happy Fall.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

I'm Back....

Recently, my family and I went to the Fr Corapi conference in Buffalo, NY.
It. Was. Amazing.
And there are many things that I am taking away from that conference. Many things.
Here are some of them:
" God did NOT give us a Spirit of timidity! The Holy Spirit is no COWARDLY Spirit!!!"
"The Holy Spirit is given to those who OBEY."
And interestingly...

Blogging can be so time-consuming. Especially when you're someone who needs alot of concentration. I mean, facebooking is easy because you just type some random comments, but blogging requires a little more thought.
The other thing is that when you blog, you open yourself up to the observations, and often the criticisms of others. Have you ever known people that LIVE to criticize others? Who misread and judge and analyze every single thing about other people? I have. And, frankly, I've enjoyed the break.
But, since God did not give me a cowardly spirit, and since I shouldn't really be caring what some others may think of me, I think maybe a bloggy comeback is in the wings.
See you soon. :)

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Inspiration For Today

I am really excited about a new book that's coming out by Mary Gildersleeve, called "In His name: Nurturing Creativity In The Heart Of Your Home".
It's a book about using our God given talents to participate in God's own creativity, to bring beauty into our homes. As women, wives and mothers, we really are the heart of our homes, and we can make our families feel special and cared for by surrounding them with beauty in simple, little ways. Go ahead, read the forward to this book.

Monday, May 25, 2009

What Fills My Days (Alternate Title: Why My Poor Blog Is So Neglected)

Waffle and strawberry breakfasts. Deep cleaning counters and floors. Tickling babies. Learning (and relearning) patience. Nature walks. Grilling. Root Canal. Frisbee with my boys. Bedtime rides at night to see the horses. Letting go. Gardening. Decorating. Ignoring laundry. Feeling overwhelmed by laundry. Washing laundry in a panic. Ignoring laundry again. Watching baby bunnies and chipmunks in the yard. Playing in sand and water. Round ligament pains. An upcoming eighth grade graduation. Joining a new Parish. Ice cream. Talking less. Playdates with some good friends. Birdwatching. Reorganizing. Wasting time on facebook. Playing with the kids. Nights on the deck with my hubby. Dreaming. Laughing my head off over things kids do. Getting angry over things kids do. Wishing for fireflies. Calling the exterminator about some ants. Cleaning the truck with Dan and my dad. Family projects. Praying. Trying. Knitting again. Forgiving. Seeking God's will. Setting up routines.Laying out in the sun. Kissing and hugging. Hopefully growing...and...becoming.....

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Just A Moment

It's late at night and I'm up nursing and snuggling my little Lucie. I haven't updated my blog in a while, and figured now is a perfect time.
Everyone is sleeping and the house is totally quiet. When I get a moment like this, I gaze at my baby and get a little choked up at how beautiful she is, and how blessed I am to be her mama. You moms out there know what I mean.
I stare at her sweet little face and her little hands and her crazy, whispy hair, and I think, "I want you to always stay this way. I want to always hold you this close."
Often, during the day, when I'm trying to get housework done and I'm cleaning up pieces of cut-up hot dogs that my kids have literally whipped onto the floor, I don't always feel that way. I think, "Man, I can't wait till you guys keep your food on your plates" or "Geez, can I just mop a floor without someone crying hysterically as if I've abandoned them to go out clubbing or something?!".
At night, when I am trying to get a decent night's sleep, and Lucie wakes up, I think, "When are you EVER going to sleep through the night?"
I think all moms have these moments. We all get tired and grouchy and overwhelmed. It's normal. And sometimes we are so eager for our kids to outgrow a certain phase because that phase may be so....demanding.
But then we have these little windows of time where we can catch our breath for a second,like this one for me right now. And I look at my girl, and I want to whisper, "Please...don't grow out of this phase yet. Don't grow any more teeth. Don't change that funny little gimp you have when you walk. Don't stop whipping hot dogs on the floor. Don't stop being my baby."
You know when the sweet little old lady stops you at the grocery store and says whistfully, "Honey, appreciate them now because it goes so fast"?
It's true.
When I look at my fourteen year old, and think of how fast it all went, and how quickly the next four years will pass, I feel dizzy.
I want to go back in time, and make myself slow down in all of the moments where I was going too fast. Fix all the parenting mistakes I made. Kiss his little newborn head again.
But there's no going back, you know. We only have this moment, right here, right now.
May God grant you and I the grace to truly appreciate every moment, and to never be afraid to slow down and just hold our children. May we never be overwhelmed by our failures or shortcomings, by the times we've been impatient or short tempered, but may we continue to give it our all and make each moment count.

"When I look into the future,I am frightened,
but why plunge into the future?
Only the present moment is precious to me,
as the future may never enter my soul at all.
It is no longer in my power
to change, correct, or add to the past;
For neither sages nor prophets could do that.
And so, what the past has embraced, I must entrust to God.
O present moment, you belong to me, whole and entire.
I desire to use you as best I can.
And although I am weak and small,
You grant me the grace of your omnipotence.
And so, trusting in your mercy,
I walk through life like a little child
Offering You each day this heart
Burning with love for Your greater glory."
-from the Diary of St Maria Faustina

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

A Little Perspective

So. My Holy Week has pretty much been laid out for me.
Morning sickness is my cross. Except, as always, it's not "morning" sickness. It's "all the time" sickness, instead. I can't hold a thing down (not even crackers and ginger ale), and being up and about makes me very nauseous.
I've been pretty discouraged this week. I keep focusing on how awful I feel, on all the things I can't get done, on my sadness over the ways I am not present to my husband and children. To me, that last one is one of the worst parts of being sick (besides feeling sick). The fact that my family suffers, too.
I am so blessed to have a teenaged son who is a tremendous help to me, and to have a husband who I seriously feel is quickly becoming a Saint. Without these guys, I don't know what I would do. Son Joe is on vacation. He watches the kids, feeds them, and plays with them when I am sick during the day. He does NOT do diapers, but I'm willing to accept that.I hold my breath and do it. When Dan comes home, he feeds, bathes, changes, plays with the kids, etc.
But even though they're helping out so generously, I just can't help but feel....guilty. I feel guilty for everything...for being sick, for crying and complaining about being sick, for needing so much help, for not seeming joyful,even though, beyond all the sickness, I am happy to be having another baby.
That's the other thing. We live in this pathetic society that is always ready to blame the unborn baby.
I'll never forget a news story I saw a few years ago about a married woman who became pregnant and very ill with morning sickness. She and her husband appeared in a TV interview to share with the world that, after months of pregnancy and the terrible nausea that accompanied it, her quality of life was "ruined", and so they decided together TO HAVE AN ABORTION. And they felt completely justified in this decision.
I just sat there and wept, appalled at the selfishness of these sick, sick people.
It's like Mother Teresa said: "It is a poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish."
For the record, I don't blame my little baby ,snuggled in my womb, for making me sick. I may blame the hormones. I may ask God, "Hey, why do I have to get sick like this, huh?" But my sweet little baby is innocent. So I hope I never give the wrong message by complaining about being sick. And I know, soon enough, the sickness will subside. And it won't distract me from my joy any longer.
Because children are a beautiful, wonderful gift. They are a treasure. They are better than any material thing you can acquire in this life, because see...they're NOT things. They're people.Each tiny, new person is a brand new gift, all it's own, completely unique, created with love and dignity. And I am so excited to see who this next little person will be!
When my babies say, "Mommy, I see baby? I kiss your belly?I say hi to baby, mommy?", I can barely hold back the tears! It reminds me that the sickness is temporary and completely worth it all.
I guess right now, this is how I can participate in the Cross of Christ. I hope I will not waste it. I hope I can remember to offer up all my sufferings, to give them to Jesus as a gift, instead of feeling sorry for myself.
After all, Jesus didn't just hang on the cross forever. After the crucifixion there comes the resurrection! Easter joy.
And I know God has plenty of that for me, too.

No Respect

From the top of the stairs, JP says in a quiet voice,(minus the L sound)" Ewmo is sweeping in my bed!"
Frustrated at the lack of response to his request, he tries again.
"Shhhhhhhh!" a little louder. "My Ewmo is sweeping."
He pauses awhile. The noise downstairs ensues.
Thankfully, Elmo is a stuffed toy, and did indeed appear to continue sleeping.