Monday, May 9, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Living simply
Ok, so this might sound like I'm up on a soap box but so be it. How busy is your life? If you have kids how many different activities are they involved in that take you away from the home in the evenings? How many things are you involved in? I'll give you a quick run down of our week before I continue. Sunday's Aaron has orchestra practice at 8 am and LifeGroup starts at 9:15. We'll get home after our weekly lunch at Mazzio's(the only time we eat out, unless it's date night) around 1. M-F Aaron works 6:30-3:00 (home around 3:15) Ethan and Levi have school 7:45-3:15 Monday Ethan has an afterschool art class that runs 3:30-4:30(home about 4:45) T/Thur Katie and Evan have MDO 9:30-2:30 I work MDO Wed we have church 6-8:30 Thursday Ethan has piano 4:30-5:15 I try to make it to the gym for classes on M/F at 11 and T at 6:30. And mixed in this routine Aaron and I try to work in a date night. Not an easy thing when you have to find child care for 4. I try to have an evening with my girls and that happens about once a month. We might have a family thing or an extra church function. This might sound like an easy schedule for most but for us it feels a little too busy. Tuesday and Thursdays are the worst. I never really planned on 'working' out of the home. I like being at home every day(or at least having the option). I leave the house at 7:30 to take the boys to school. I have an hour to get done what I can before I need to leave to be at the church to help get the classroom ready for the day. We leave around 3 and go get the boys from school. It's after 3:30 when we get home and EVERYONE is starving! So I rush around to get dinner on the table and we're eating by 4:30. Except on Thur when Ethan has piano. We eat after around 6. We try to keep our weekends open for family time but that doesn't always happen. I will not be working MDO next year. I'm not even sure I'll put Evan in MDO next year. I lead a bible study on Wed. now and have decided not to do that in the fall. For us, it's all about simplicity. We don't think our boys need to be playing organized sports at the ages of 5 and 7. Playing catch in the backyard with dad is just as fun(and you don't have to deal with traffic or spend any money on gas to get to a ballfield). Katie doesn't need to be in gymnastics or dance when she has dress up clothes and a music player here at the house and a trampoline in the backyard. Evan really isn't big enough to do anything yet =) Aaron wrestles with the kids. We go on bike rides and family walks. We spend lots of time in our backyard with the kids digging in the dirt and pretending they're pirates at the top of their playset. We stay at home alot. The thought of driving somewhere everynight and paying, what sounds like a crazy amount to me, for someone else to spend time with my child is not appealing to me. I'm not sure what we'll do when they get older and start asking to play baseball with their friends or whatever. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. But for now, we're living simply and spending all the time we can with our children. Trying to make the most of the little time we have before they grow up. So, I'll ask it again. What takes you in different directions and away from the house? If a busy schedule works for you, then that's great. It does NOT work for us.
Monday, March 28, 2011
I need to practice what I preach! (or maybe not)
I've always said that letting your kids sleep with you is not a good thing. For more than one reason. And up until now I've stood by that. Up until now. And now that I've discovered the only way I'll get any good sleep at night is to let Evan sleep with us? I've changed my mind. Evan is back to not sleeping very well. It can be very frustrating most of the time because we've been dealing with sleepless nights for 18 months. That makes for a tired mommy. And when mommy is tired she can get a little cranky =) I'm not sure how to get Evan to sleep better. I don't want to let him cry-it-out because that takes FOREVER and he can get pretty loud when's he's mad. AND he's sharing a room with Katie. So...I bring him to our bed and let him sleep with us. Not sure why, but he sleeps so much better in our bed. I've always said I would never co-sleep with any of my kids because I didn't want to be 'that' parent. Well, I guess I am now that parent. But, here's the deal. As frutrated as I might get when it's 3 a.m. and Evan is being noisy I have to remind myself that at least he's here. So many couples have a hard time becoming parents to begin with and I've been blessed with 4 beautiful, healthy children. And then I start to think of my friends that have had to bury babies before they even got to bring them home. Or the families that get only a very short time with their babes. After thoughts like that I am very willing to change my way of doing things and let Evan sleep with me. So, I will no longer tell moms that co-sleeping might be a bad idea. Evan is big enough now that I am not worried about rolling over on him. And he sleeps between Aaron and I so he won't fall out of bed. AND...I don't bring him to our bed until I have tried for a while to have him sleep in his bed. That means I give up around 3 a.m. I still wish he would sleep all night ion his own bed. But if that's not how it's going to go down, then I'm going to enjoy snuggling my youngest. It won't always be like this. 
Monday, March 14, 2011
A reminder for myself
My mother-in-law sent me something a while back. She wanted to encourage me(and her other daughters-in-law) in the parenting of our children. It's been a great reminder to me so I thought I would share. I'm not sure where it came from so we'll just say anonymous.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking,"Can't you see I'm on the phone?"
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask,'What time is it?' I'm a satelitte guide to answer,'What number is the Disney channel?' I'm a car to order,'Right around 5:30, please.'
Some days I'm a crystal ball; Where's my other sock?'Where's my phone?, What's for dinner?
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history, music and literature-but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, sh'e gone!?
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. She had just gotten back from a fabuloustrip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when she turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said,'I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.
I wasn't exactly sure why she had given it to me until I read her inscription: 'With admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I read-no, devoured-the book. And I discovered what became for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: 1) No one can say who built the great cathedrals-wehave no record of their names. 2) These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. 3) They made great sacrifics and expected no credit. 4) The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,"Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered be the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied,"Because God sees."
I closed the book, feeling the missing pieces falling into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me,"I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequine you've sewnon, no cupcake yo0u've baked, no cub scout meeting, no last minute errand is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder, As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I reall think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving,'My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, he'd say,' You're gonna love it there...'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we are doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers.
THE WILL OF GOD WILL NOT TAKE YOU WHERE THE GRACE OF GOD CANNOT PROTECT YOU.
For every mother that reads this, please remember that no job is more important than investing in the lives of your children.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking,"Can't you see I'm on the phone?"
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask,'What time is it?' I'm a satelitte guide to answer,'What number is the Disney channel?' I'm a car to order,'Right around 5:30, please.'
Some days I'm a crystal ball; Where's my other sock?'Where's my phone?, What's for dinner?
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history, music and literature-but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, sh'e gone!?
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. She had just gotten back from a fabuloustrip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when she turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said,'I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.
I wasn't exactly sure why she had given it to me until I read her inscription: 'With admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I read-no, devoured-the book. And I discovered what became for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: 1) No one can say who built the great cathedrals-wehave no record of their names. 2) These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. 3) They made great sacrifics and expected no credit. 4) The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,"Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered be the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied,"Because God sees."
I closed the book, feeling the missing pieces falling into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me,"I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequine you've sewnon, no cupcake yo0u've baked, no cub scout meeting, no last minute errand is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder, As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I reall think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving,'My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, he'd say,' You're gonna love it there...'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we are doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers.
THE WILL OF GOD WILL NOT TAKE YOU WHERE THE GRACE OF GOD CANNOT PROTECT YOU.
For every mother that reads this, please remember that no job is more important than investing in the lives of your children.
Monday, February 14, 2011
A proud moment
Do you see this pretty little face? This is the face of my little girl. And you'll never guess what she did yesterday, Feb. 13th. She asked Jesus to live in her heart and be her best friend forever. A mom could never be more proud than I am right now =)
And as she waited for me to finish getting ready for church I heard her singing "I have decided to follow Jesus". It was awesome and I know there were angels dancing.
And as she waited for me to finish getting ready for church I heard her singing "I have decided to follow Jesus". It was awesome and I know there were angels dancing.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Control What You Can and Leave the Rest Alone
I'll start with a question...Has everyone enjoyed the weather we've had?? And more coming as I type this =)
Now on to the post. I want to say that I used to be the kind of person that got really irritated if the kids were out school because of the weather. Not sure why, really, but it bugged me. And still bugged up until this past Friday. Friday was a turning point for me. Thanks to my neighbor I made it to the store that morning before the next round of snow came. We were out playing in the snow by 11 that morning. I wanted to build the boys a snow fort. You know, the kind that they could crawl through. Umm, that did not happen. So, my wonderful neighbor(same one that taxied me earlier) came over and helped me turn the almost fort into a sledding hill. It was the most fun I've had in a long time. I like to stay in if it's cold out. But this day was different. 3 moms got together and spent hours 'perfecting' that home made hill. It took us 1.5 hours of sledding down that hill to get it ready for the kids =) Did I say how much fun I had? And that I LOVE my neighbors?? The kids joined us and we played outside until almost 3 p.m. And then we moved the party indoors. Had dinner and went out to sled some more from 7-8:30. It was awesome!! It was one of those days that made my heart so happy to see my kids with their friends enjoying life. We laughed so much. It was a day that I'll remind myself of if I ever feel like a failure as a parent.
This brings me to my next point...I cannot control the weather. I also cannot control when school is out because of it. I can, however, control my attitude and how I choose to spend the time with my kids while they're home. This is a new thing for me. I like having a schedule and it bothers me when it gets messed up. But to look at the bright side, at least we're all still in bed at 8. The boys told me today that they want to go back to school. My response? I want you to go back to school, too. Not because I'm tired of my time with them. (our attitudes have been great and the kids have been getting along really well) But because I know they miss the routine as well. They miss their friends and the business of school. So, we're all finding ways to get along with each other until things get back to normal. I don't think it's a bad thing to say I'm ready for the kids to go back to school. They know I love them and the time I spend with them. However, I need time to my self and they need time away from me. I need to be able to breathe and just sit with out some one needing me. I need to be able to rejuvenate so I can be that mom they deserve. When we're cooped up in the house with no option of going somewhere I think we all start feeling claustrophobic and that's when we start getting on each other's nerves. I'm starting to think God wants me to work on my attitude. We'll be out of school tomorrow for the 7 straight day. We didn't have church last Wednesday, Sunday, and we won't have it tomorrow night. I'll just keep reminding myself to control what I can and leave the rest alone. I will not let a little thing like 30 inches of snow and 2 weeks of unplanned 'vacation' get the best of me!
Now on to the post. I want to say that I used to be the kind of person that got really irritated if the kids were out school because of the weather. Not sure why, really, but it bugged me. And still bugged up until this past Friday. Friday was a turning point for me. Thanks to my neighbor I made it to the store that morning before the next round of snow came. We were out playing in the snow by 11 that morning. I wanted to build the boys a snow fort. You know, the kind that they could crawl through. Umm, that did not happen. So, my wonderful neighbor(same one that taxied me earlier) came over and helped me turn the almost fort into a sledding hill. It was the most fun I've had in a long time. I like to stay in if it's cold out. But this day was different. 3 moms got together and spent hours 'perfecting' that home made hill. It took us 1.5 hours of sledding down that hill to get it ready for the kids =) Did I say how much fun I had? And that I LOVE my neighbors?? The kids joined us and we played outside until almost 3 p.m. And then we moved the party indoors. Had dinner and went out to sled some more from 7-8:30. It was awesome!! It was one of those days that made my heart so happy to see my kids with their friends enjoying life. We laughed so much. It was a day that I'll remind myself of if I ever feel like a failure as a parent.
This brings me to my next point...I cannot control the weather. I also cannot control when school is out because of it. I can, however, control my attitude and how I choose to spend the time with my kids while they're home. This is a new thing for me. I like having a schedule and it bothers me when it gets messed up. But to look at the bright side, at least we're all still in bed at 8. The boys told me today that they want to go back to school. My response? I want you to go back to school, too. Not because I'm tired of my time with them. (our attitudes have been great and the kids have been getting along really well) But because I know they miss the routine as well. They miss their friends and the business of school. So, we're all finding ways to get along with each other until things get back to normal. I don't think it's a bad thing to say I'm ready for the kids to go back to school. They know I love them and the time I spend with them. However, I need time to my self and they need time away from me. I need to be able to breathe and just sit with out some one needing me. I need to be able to rejuvenate so I can be that mom they deserve. When we're cooped up in the house with no option of going somewhere I think we all start feeling claustrophobic and that's when we start getting on each other's nerves. I'm starting to think God wants me to work on my attitude. We'll be out of school tomorrow for the 7 straight day. We didn't have church last Wednesday, Sunday, and we won't have it tomorrow night. I'll just keep reminding myself to control what I can and leave the rest alone. I will not let a little thing like 30 inches of snow and 2 weeks of unplanned 'vacation' get the best of me!
Monday, January 24, 2011
You're how old???
Yep! That's right. My oldest boy turns 7 today. I'd fill you in on all the things he's doing now but we'll just leave it at this...He's awesome!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ETHAN!!
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