Sunday, September 05, 2010 Dear littlest one, On Wednesday I found out for sure that you were growing within me. Apparently the test the previous week had been a false negative, and my rising temperatures were telling the most accurate story after all. When I awoke with yet another high temp, I decided to take…
“Be not afraid.” It wasn’t the first time I’d played Mary and heard those words from the lips of the angel with a baptismal robe and cardboard wings. (One time, I’d even played the angel.) But it was the first time I’d acted the part since joining the drama troupe, since learning there was more…
Sometimes, I want to run away. When the laundry is never-ending, when the dishes pile up, when the little ones won’t be trained, when the crazy gets a little too crazy… I just want a break from it all. A moment to close my eyes, breathe slowly, and hear myself think. But then I remember…
This weekend is for celebrating and loving on our mothers and the maternal figures in our lives. But in the midst of the special breakfasts and pretty flowers, my heart is with some other mothers. Who are not celebrated. But who need even more loving on than the others. One such mother has graciously allowed…
Dear Ru, Sunday is Mother’s Day. But at two, you can’t understand that yet. Instead, you love everyone and expect everyone to love you. Your trust in those you love is so implicit that you take every good thing as something just for you. Your daddy went to town on Wednesday. But he got more…
Ru girl, You had to get down from the high chair to go potty Sunday night during dinner. When you got back, you wanted up on Mommy’s lap instead of back in your high chair. “Do you need some Mommy time?” I asked. You emphatically agreed. And even when little sister loudly let us know…
I stumbled through the kitchen. Bleary-eyed from a night in which I was up with one girl or another more times than I could even remember to count. My husband and daughter were getting breakfast on the table. I surveyed their progress, stretching as I stood there. “I stwetch, too, Mommy!” My two-year-old raised her…
Here on the farm we are not only attuned to the seasons: we live according to them. The season just past has been one of rest and renewal. As much as I’m not fond of winter weather, I adore the time it gives me with my husband, and he with our girls. I’m already dreading…
Whether it was walking around at the county fair Saturday night, the extra dark Lindt chocolate (85% cocoa) my husband bought me after the fair, or all the red raspberry leaf and pregnancy tea I’d been drinking the past six months, we got to hold our second daughter almost two weeks before her due date….
When talking to an expectant neighbor dad recently, he made the comment that he’d told his wife all maternity clothes should come with earplugs, so expectant moms couldn’t hear people’s comments. I think I’m beginning to agree. In the past two weeks, I’ve heard it all: from “You’re popping out so quickly” to “You’re carrying so…
At times it is uncanny how much I feel like I’m looking in the mirror when I look at my little daughter. Though she has so many of her daddy’s features, she looks so very much like my baby pictures, I often take a second glance: isn’t that me I’m looking at? But more and…
Sometimes I have to laugh at the varied reading material we have sitting on our coffee table. Hot Rod magazine right next to the latest issue of No Greater Joy. The Ezzo’s Childwise beneath Ginger Plowman’s Don’t Make Me Count to Three on heart-oriented discipline (coming more from the same perspective than you might guess). …
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