Tuesday, January 31, 2012

One day

There are all these cliche quotes about seizing the day, or making the most of each day, or living each day as if it were your last.  We hear them, we spew them, we take little time to think about what they really mean.  Occasionally we read a book like The Last Lecture, we hear a story about a sudden death, or a child with cancer, perhaps we lose someone we love, and then we remember to actually do it.  For a while, the length of time depends on how deeply you were touched by a loss experienced.  And then living fully each day becomes again a cliche.  Because life goes on, and it's too busy to focus on the gift of the thing.  

I think this is true because it's hard to imagine what it actually looks like to live each day in fullness.  We all think, if today was my last day, well of course I wouldn't clean my house or pay my bills or go to work, but since that's not my reality, I must do all of those things, and how can I possibly live fully while paying the NW Natural bill?  Personally, if I knew a day was my last day on this earth, I would probably act like a dog chasing my tail, and having too much love to spread and hugs to give, and loose ends to tie up that I would likely waste that last day making sure someone could find all the photos I'd taken and had the password to my laptop.  Sad.  

But really, one day does have the power to change my life.  As I pondered how to be open to days that fill me and change me, it got me to thinking of some of the unexpected days that changed my life.  

  • The day I met Lawrence.  We woke up that day, both wishing we didn't have to go to a stupid one day quality training seminar in a stuffy hotel conference room in Boise, Idaho
  • The day I met Lily
  • The day I met Addie
  • The day I met Bryson  
  • The day I first tried out for a Missoula Children's Theater play, when, on a whim, my mom came to get me and brought me to my audition late.  Related to that, the day I got the call that I was accepted to the MCT Performing Arts Camp  
  • The day I found out my Grandma Jo died
  • The day I was asked to take a job in 'The New York Office'
  • The day Lily and I had a very special conversation about Jesus  
  • The day my little brother was born 
  • The day my neighbor came over to introduce me to her and her 16 month old son, Nathaniel
  • The day I was driving to work on a sunny September day and saw a plane fly into the side of a building in the far off skyline, thinking it was a dumb mistake, and then seeing another one do the same and knowing that it was not
  • The day I got the call to work on the YCC crew for the summer with the US Forest Service when I was 15
  • The day Robin came over to invite me to LaLeche League
  • The day that I bumped into my long lost Dawn at Will's orientation for University of Montana  
  • The day that Will came out to me
  • The day that we first decided to go for it, and start trying to get pregnant with our first child
  • The day that I kissed Wes in the back of a weird station wagon  
  • The day that my good friend Jim died  
  • The day I went to a baby chiropractor to see if she could fix Bryson's colic - Related, the day that I emailed Dr. Sarah and asked her for permission to stop nursing my colicky RSV 5 week old.
  • The day that my brother left for Iraq
  • The day I got my heart broken into a million pieces by a boyfriend I hoped to marry.  
  • The day I got a call from my ex-roommate's hometown friend, asking if I needed a place to live the summer before my sophomore year of college.  That girl ended up being the matron of honor at our wedding.    
  • The day I went to a temp job at NYK Line, and a girl with glasses named Jeanine with a new baby daughter sat down and trained me to enter container numbers into a NICS system  
  • The day a girl named Carrie responded to my ad on Craigslist for a nanny, she didn't end up being our nanny, but she ended up being a life line instead
  • The day my house was set on fire
  • The day I gave Rachel's mom from KinderCare a roll of green tape to mark her breastmilk bottles at home 
  • The day I broke my foot
  • The day the boyfriend I hoped to marry, got down on a knee asked me.  I had never felt so wanted and loved in all of my life.  The reality of the commitment that he wanted to make with me.  I felt so...chosen.  

Each of those days have a long and heartfelt story to them, some of them I have blogged and some of them I haven't.  Some of them are the day that led to a much greater and more profound story, a story that went far beyond the events of that day, and shaped me in some beautiful way.  Each of those days I could describe almost every detail, and many of which I know the actual date on the calendar.  I remember the smells in the air, the way I felt, what I was wearing.  every.single.thing.  The thing they all have in common is that for every single one of them I woke up and didn't expect anything special or different to happen that day, it was an ordinary day to get through.  Not necessarily one I remembered to seize.  Maybe I had coffee, showered, got dressed, felt rushed, tired, annoyed maybe, happy maybe, and yet they still shifted my life in a big and lasting way.  They made me look at life in a whole new way.  I was loved at the right times, for who I needed to be loved for at that time.  I got to love in ways I never knew possible.  I mourned.  Friendships flourished.  New understandings began.  I could relate.  I could appreciate.  A life course started to roll a new direction I could have never imagined.  All because one day went the way it did.  

At Women of Faith in October, the very wise Patsy Clairmont told us to start off the day every day saying 3 things.

Yes, No, and Thank you.  

I believe in God, so I will put it in those terms, but if you don't I know this still applies to you.  

Yes- I'm open and ready for whatever the day holds for me.  Use me for the greater good, for the purpose I'm meant for. Use me for Your higher purposes, for goodness and joy, to spread Your love.  YES, I am ready and willing.

No- To the people and things I should say no to.  The things that suck your time, energy, and soul.  You know what those things are.  You know because you leave those people, activities, and things feeling drained, tired, and dread doing them.  Unfortunately those no's are needed towards some people, and if you are a pleaser (like me), you want to spend time and energy on everyone.  But if you leave a conversation feeling negative, tired, and there is something just ugh.  You need to be conscious to say no to those people.  The ones you shouldn't say no to are the ones who leave you feeling inspired, encouraged, joyful, who leave you wanting more time together.    

Thank you- GRATITUDE IS AN ATTITUDE.  Wear it, smile it, think it.  You have so darn many things in this life to say thank you for that your heart could explode if you took the time to think about it.  So think about it.  Every morning.  

Then roll out of bed and get ready for a day that could change your life.  Or maybe it won't.  But it is an interesting thing to sit back and think about the days that changed your life unexpectedly, or in unexpected ways.  

Tell me about some of the days that changed your life.  

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The scraps of motherhood

Hold on friends, this is a long journey deep into my heart.  Maybe it will touch you, maybe it will not.  But I feel some peace writing it down, and I even documented a few of my precious moments, so I can get to crossing that off the list.  

Every mother wishes there were more of herself to go around, and every working mother, has, at one time or another wondered how come she only get the worst part of the day with their children, the scraps.  The scraps of motherhood.  

Before I get into this, I should start be saying we have a fabulous nanny.  She adores our kids and our kids can't get enough of her.  And I love her too.  She is sweet and smart and fun.  She acts like a kid but is responsible and careful.  She works really hard, and is conscientious to make sure we think she is doing a good job.  She is a good communicator, and it is so easy if I ever ask her to do something differently, she isn't defensive or argumentative.  She is exactly the way you would want your nanny to be.  What I'm about to say about the way I feel about my scraps says nothing about her, and to some extent I've felt this way since that first day in January of 2005 when I returned to work after maternity leave after having Lily.  I've been through daycare centers, preschools, nannies, au pairs...it isn't about the care.  When the care is wonderful, the kids like it, and I do want that, and more importantly I have it.    Just so we are clear.  

Bryson told me he liked our nanny better than he likes me yesterday.

And while it stings, this should not come as a huge shock to me.  I get him up from his bed in the morning, give him his milk with little cuddle time, while I race Lily around feeding & grooming her, to get her out the door for the bus by early:29am.  Then I come back in to do the same for Addie.  I race upstairs when the nanny arrives to throw myself together, to get out the door to take Addie to preschool 30 minutes after the bus just came for her sister.  Sometimes, between directing him not to grab, touch, or break things, I get Bryson a second cup of milk, some breakfast if he is ready, then give him a few hugs and kisses on the way out of the door.  If he lets me. Sometimes, I have to push him back in the door because he wants to come.  Sometimes he cries, and sometimes he says "I need you not doe bah-bye", but more often, he walks away, unaffected.  Rarely do I read him the book that he has been carrying around all morning pulling on my leg while I braid hair, asking me "Weed dis book, weed dis book, tom on mama!"  - Our nanny will do it, honey.  That's the fun stuff, and I haven't time for the fun stuff.  

These days, I [hopefully] get home in time to say hello, change him into a night time diaper and then put him to bed.  Sometimes there is a little time before that to break up a fight between he and Addie, bark at him to stop throwing food from his highchair once he is done eating, or feel frustrated when he puts his toothbrush exploratorily down the gross drain or side sink hole, resulting in wet sleeves and him wrestling me to the death to put on a dry pajama shirt.  Lawrence wonders why it takes me a half an hour or more to go through the bedtime routine with him, when it takes him less than 5 minutes to put him quietly to bed.  It's because after I get him into his sleep sack, with his monk-monk under his chin, we rock & I sing to him as he savors every drop of milk in his cup.  Then, like a wonderful heavy exhale, he turns into me, belly to belly and gets his head comfy on my shoulder, and we sing and we rock.  And I collapse in that moment.  Sometimes I start to sing, and stops me, he chooses a new song.  Sometimes he says "Let me sing it", and I do, and I hold his hand and rub his soft baby fat fingers, and I listen, hanging on the way he sings every word.  I'm in awe of his ability to sing the song, and I could listen to it for much longer than the half an hour it takes me to put him down.  The moment we finish one song, he says, "what we sing now?" almost as if he thinks that if a moment of silence passes, our time together for the day will be over.  I always sing last as I am laying him down, "I love you Bry-y-son, oh yes I do (he chimes in "I do!"), I love you Bry-y-son, and will be true (he again says "I do"), when your not near me, I'm blue (he sings that line with me), I love you Bryson, I love you.  Then we sing I love you mama, same song.  Then I sing Bryson again as I leave the room.  Lately he has been stalling and fighting that song.  In my guilt-ridden mind, I know it's because he knows it's the end.  That's it for today buddy, same deal tomorrow, okay?  

Then I head into the girls room.  It's between 7:30-8pm, and so far the time I've spent with them today, is what I've described above.  On a good day, they get up and get themselves dressed in the laid-out-clothes from the night before, they eat, I make coffee or go get babbling Bryson.  Then I gently bark orders about eating a bit faster, and getting shoes on, teeth brushed, hair fixed, coat on, backpack packed.  I try to have a meaningful conversation with Lily while waiting for the bus, especially when I don't have to bring the younger two out with me, because our nanny has arrived.  It has been cold and raining so we huddle together under the umbrella and talk about the day ahead.  The devastation and failure I feel when I realize I've forgotten her library book on library day, or to put her in gym shoes on gym day (yesterday=gym in snow boots), a hat on a cold day, or left her packed lunch on the counter, is highly over-exaggerated and dramatic.  In my mind, I know this, but in my heart it feels like putting a hat on my kid's head on a subzero day is the least I could do, and it is directly correlated to my poor planning or bad mothering skills.  My mind knows that is not true.  My heart does not.  

Also, on a good day, I take Addie to school, and we get that time to talk.  It's 15 minutes I treasure with her.  So when I haven't gone over the logistics with Lawrence to make sure there are enough car seats for me to take her and Nanny to pick her up, Nanny has to take her and pick her up, and I lose that time.  And it again feels like a failure.  But at least I don't have to rush to be out the door, and I can spend a few extra minutes in the shower, but more often than not, I feel too guilty to enjoy it.  

After I have put Bryson down in the evening, Lawrence is usually already done with the girls.  During that time, they have brushed their teeth and gone potty, and are waiting with the small lamp on for me to come.  Sometimes they are both on Lily's top bunk with her reading lamp on and Lily reads to her little sister while they wait.  I "rock-a-bye" and "rock-a-hmm hmm" them individually, and I pray with them individually.  I try to make sure that during my "Thank you God for this day" prayer, I am not going through the generic schpeel of being thankful, I want them to truly feel cherished, I want them to feel my thankfulness about being their mother.  I intentionally think of one thing that is specific to them that I am thankful for.  I do not want them to think that this is a going through the motions type of deal.  This is a time to hold on tight to our bear bears because we are glad God gave us a bear bear to love so much and give us comfort, and to be thankful that Lily has an empathetic heart, and that she figured out how to talk through a problem with a friend today.  Lily always wants me to make sure to pray that she has no bad thoughts or dreams when she sleeps, and I do.  I also usually pray that she can feel my love and God's love wrapped around her while she sleeps.  That the One who created her and the one who gave birth to her think she is perfect, just as she is.  No matter how many times outs or scoldings about hurrying up there were today.  Because it is true.  

The 2 days a week that I work from home, those are the days that save me.  On those days I usually start at 9-9:30 and am done at 5.  On occasion I eat lunch with the kiddos and hear about their day so far.  I put Addie down for her naps, when she still takes them.  I get to be involved in dinner making, or at the very least eating it with the family.  I get to sit with Bryson and read a book or 7 in the morning, even if I end up putting a hat on my unwashed hair and taking Addie to school in my unwashed jeans with my jammie shirt hiding under my zipped up coat.   I can take an hour or two a month and help out in Lily's classroom, or go to doctor appointments.  Despite my very stressful job, after 10 years, I do have flexibility to take care of my family's needs when there is an illness or a big event.  More than most I'd say.  But the daily grind.  It can wear me out.  And more, it can wear me down.  Last week I missed one day of working from home due to an interview in the office, and the week before I continued to work upstairs during movie night because of a essential last minute deadline I was required to meet.  That one night and that one day threw off my whole balance last week.  Add in the fact that after missing bedtime entirely 2 nights that week, I drove from downtown to Hillsboro to make it on time for Addie's Karate because I hadn't seen one lesson yet, but I got there as Lawrence was strolling all three of them out of the building, and my heart swelled with pain and failure.  In that moment, I made a decision.  I could have drove home angry at myself and my bad eyes for getting lost on the way there, not correctly reading street signs in the dark.  Instead I decided to be glad that I'd come, let Lawr have a peaceful drive home while we traded cars, and I cheerfully chatted for 40 minutes with my kids about their day.  Until I had to yell at Bryson not to tear up the book he was holding.  :)  

When we just had Lily, I thought I had the scraps.  But it was just her, and there were two of us.  And every moment of scrap time was spent making her feel loved, in an environment she thrived in, so there was less no, and more yes.  Even when mild tempered Addie came along.  There were two, and it was often divide and conquer scrap time, but Addie didn't get into things and destroy things the way Bryson does, so I felt like I could manage that scrap time and it was mostly pleasant with a dash of drill sergeant.  

These days, with the addition of my Bryson-monster - who has truly entered the terrible twos, if I'm not careful I can quickly turn mostly drill sergeant, with a dash of pleasant.  If I'm lucky.  And that's not good because my mind says you are doing your best, you are doing good enough, even.  But you know that's not what my heart says.  It says I'm not enough.  Not good enough.  And those are the times that I can reach out and tangibly feel God's voice in my ear.  You. Are. Enough.  Just. As. You. Are.  Right. Now.  

And I'm reminded that I don't have to clean up my act and be "better" before God will love me, he just does.  As I am.  With my imperfections.  And sin.  And failures, both self-perceived, and culturally-perceived.  He loves me now, and He certainly knows me now.  After all, He created me to be this mess.  A beautiful big mess with a purpose and a voice.  Right now.  This is it.  It's scraps.  But if I wasn't living on scraps now, would I ever be able to fully appreciate more someday?  I don't know.  I do know that there is a lesson to be learned through every story.  And it takes patience to get there.  Perspective helps too.  Will there be a day that I would give anything for this normal?  For this daily grind? Maybe.

So I spend my weekends fitting in QT with my family, going to birthday parties, and occasionally letting that my friends know that I have not fallen off the face of the earth.  We are making fun memories, while also trying to make sure we have food in the house and clean underwear to put on for the week ahead.  I have calendars and to do lists as far as the eye can see.  There are big plans for an organized future and year ahead, no forgotten library books or lunches or hats in 2012, no sir.  Not to mention 8 hrs of sleep.  The house usually gets bare minimum treatment, plus a little love from our cleaning lady every few weeks.  Those toilets aren't going to clean themselves and God knows I'll never find time.  

So what's a girl to do?  If you know me, you know I can't end any blog being all, woe is me.  You also know that I'm not looking for pity.  Being a mom is hard, 1 kid, 2 kids, 3 kids, 4 kids, 5 kids, whether you work or stay at home with your children, it's hard.  So this isn't a discussion of what I should do.  Everyone looks at everyone and says, 'oh I could never do that'.  But we all could do that, if that's what we had to do.  We all do do that, that which someone else says they could not.

So, I just keep going, and keep appreciating, and keep loving.  Keep eating those scraps like they are the best meal I've ever had. Because they are the only meal that I have.  And on a day, like my birthday, when I took the day off work, to just be with them, to just play with them, no obligations, no appointment, no work...well, then, I enjoy it and savor it, and know that this is how it should be.  This is the good stuff.  And this good stuff is mine.  And for now that's enough.    

"Gratitude turns what we have into enough"

Well, I am grateful, that's for sure.  
And sometimes I do get a chance to sit down and read the book.  

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Lost tooth furniture

Lily lost her second tooth today.

It was the top right if you are looking at her.  It was hanging there by a thread for a while.  Finally today, I pulled it.  It wasn't too hard.  But once it was out, you could see the one spot in the tooth where the root was a little longer, thus the "thread" it was hanging on by.

I'll admit that I'm going to miss this smile - from two short months ago when no teeth were loose.
photo by www.christinagilchrist.com
Those perfect little chicklets, all evenly spaced.

People, we have entered...dun dun dun...the awkward stage.

No, we haven't entered it yet, but we sure as heck on on the front entrance to the hallway that leads to awkward land.  I'm not happy about it.

She happens to be thrilled. She was the last person to lose a tooth in her class.  And she is nearly the oldest kid in her class (she informed me that she has the first bday, but she is not THE oldest, because one boy has his bday in August, so I stand corrected if I've ever told you that she was OLDEST, it is not true).

She lost her first tooth on Jan 3, and then her second today, Jan 15.  I pulled both of them, but barely. I just did the final tug so she didn't lose one during school lunch and come home devastated.

She got $3 from the tooth fairy last time, and the tooth fairy even left her tooth for her to keep/show her grandparents (and take for show n tell).  She left a note tonight thanking the tooth fairy for the three bucks and asking her to leave this tooth too.

Addie's take on things: It bleeds because, well, God makes blood because he makes it and it is down here in the gums and it is like blood when the tooth comes out and that is how the tooth stays in.


Lily: What will happen if we leave the blood in there (some inside the tooth).
Me: Well it will just stay in there and dry out, and it turns kind of a dark red/blackish color.
Lily: My WHOLE TOOTH!!!???
Me: No, just where there is blood.
Lily: Oh, well, then, I guess the tooth fairy won't mind that.
Me: No, I'm sure she has seen a lot grosser things
Lily: Yeah, like yellow teeth, and cavities, and fillings and stuff.
Me: Yep, she won't mind a drop of blood
Lily: Well, some people probably scrub it and stuff, should I scrub it?  I could scrub it.  
Me: Naw, she really won't mind (imagining her dropping it down the drain and seeing my future evening of digging in a disgusting drain pipe).  Lily, this isn't even gross to her at all.
Lily: Yeah, and she probably just has like some people who clean their teeth, and those are the ones that she uses for furniture and stuff like that.
Me: ?????  Yeah, probably.

Furniture and stuff?  I mean, what goes on in kids' minds often boggles mine.  Kids that are mine, and that I think I know all of their nuances.  This bright young girl has somehow come to the conclusion that people scrub their teeth so the tooth fairy can make FURNITURE out of it.  Sigh. Giggle.  

Well, it inspired me to write a little blog to remember, and now I have first tooth last documented as well.  So that's a good thing.  Here are pictures of that first tooth.  The one that went tonight was a top middle, and she does look adorable.  That is until BIGGIE BIG comes through.  You can see toppie is loose in this picture.  

You are going to think I'm a terrible person, but I didn't get a chance to take a picture the one from today (I know, right?!).  But these are the picture from when she lost the first one.

Can you feel the awkward coming on???  :)

Updated to add:

Now she has lost tooth number 3 on Jan 20th, no picture of that yet.  She is proud that that one is the first tooth that came out all on it's own, no "help" from mom.  The tooth fairy knew we were in Mt Hood and came there! 

3 teeth in one month.  Whew. 

Saturday, January 7, 2012

We needed some mountain air, so we got it.

Can you tell which person in this picture wanted it taken?
We went up to Mount Hood today and planned on Snowshoeing to sled, but once we got up there, we decided not to get snow shoes and to just sled, make mini snowmen, and, in Bryson's case, eat a lot of snow, all in all we had a really great day.  I've been working a lot this week, and we needed to get out of the house, together and have fun, and that we did.