celebrations

four

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Yesterday someone in our house turned four. It was a very big deal. I’m not sure I’ve seen her so tickled with life as she was yesterday. Did the smile ever leave her face? I don’t think so.

I always get all weak in the knees on these birthdays. I want to stop time, forbid getting any older. And yet, I love seeing how they’ve changed and grown in just one more year’s passing. I’m proud, sentimental, sad, full of joy and full of satisfaction.

So you’re four miss mary and what can I say about you?

*you love cows. even though I know that you secretly love horses. but since your sister loves horses, you decided to start loving cows. Just to be different.

*every odd sound and gesture that Elizabeth makes–I owe all to you. And you’re the reason that Elizabeth knows how to snap her fingers. Because every morning when the first coos come over the monitor, you race into her room, climb into her crib and entertain her for another fifteen minutes before I come in. She lights up for you.

*you are a snuggler. big time. i love that.

*two nights ago, when I put you to bed and told you I’d love you forever…you told me you wanted to die at the same time. so we could be in heaven together.

*you’re tender. you still tell me that you have a broken heart over "spring", your kitten that was lost almost two years ago.

*you tell me that you love me at random moments in the day. I hope you never stop.

Happy birthday sweet little mary.
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Yesterday someone in our house turned four. It was a very big deal. I’m not sure I’ve seen her so tickled with life as she was yesterday. Did the smile ever leave her face? I don’t think so.

I always get all weak in the knees on these birthdays. I want to stop time, forbid getting any older. And yet, I love seeing how they’ve changed and grown in just one more year’s passing. I’m proud, sentimental, sad, full of joy and full of satisfaction.

So you’re four miss mary and what can I say about you?

*you love cows. even though I know that you secretly love horses. but since your sister loves horses, you decided to start loving cows. Just to be different.

*every odd sound and gesture that Elizabeth makes–I owe all to you. And you’re the reason that Elizabeth knows how to snap her fingers. Because every morning when the first coos come over the monitor, you race into her room, climb into her crib and entertain her for another fifteen minutes before I come in. She lights up for you.

*you are a snuggler. big time. i love that.

*two nights ago, when I put you to bed and told you I’d love you forever…you told me you wanted to die at the same time. so we could be in heaven together.

*you’re tender. you still tell me that you have a broken heart over "spring", your kitten that was lost almost two years ago.

*you tell me that you love me at random moments in the day. I hope you never stop.

Happy birthday sweet little mary.
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family / home / LIVING WELL / MOTHERHOOD

fresh air

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The house is quiet tonight. Elizabeth has been tucked in her crib for quite some time. Emma went to bed extra early after a meltdown. Dan fell asleep on the sofa after a tough day at work. And Mary was my sidekick, helping me finish up the last dinner dishes, setting the table for breakfast and sneaking off to her bed "quiet as a church mouse."

When I disappear from my blog, like I did last week, it is usually a sign that I’m overextended or something in my life is leaving me uninspired. And to be honest, I’m rarely that busy, so generally, it’s the latter. This last week, it has been continued battles with my dear six year old. Is there something about this age? Is it spring fever? I’m not sure, but I’m pulling out all my parenting know-how, all my former teacher know-how, all my "someone I know tried this" know-how, and I’m having little success. I love the girl for the way she feels her way through life, and dives into everything to the fullest–but at the same time–she feels everything and dives into everything to the fullest. It means lots of emotions, and ups and downs, and hurt feelings, and disappointment, and frustration….phew. I can hear my mother’s wisdom in my ears, "This too shall pass." I’m holding on to that truth.

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So for me, it means I need to work harder to find my moments to refuel and relax. I found one moment this evening–dinner was warming on the stove, Dan and the girls were off on a quick errand and Elizabeth was asleep. I stuffed the baby monitor in my coat, a pair of scissors in my back pocket and headed down to my grandmother’s gardens for something to brighten up my table.
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The sun was golden and the air was perfectly crisp. It was the breath of air in my lungs that I needed in order to face the rest of my evening with grace and joy.

And now, a quiet house, a kitchen "put to rights" (to quote Mr. Berry), some daffodils on my table, a dark house, except for the glow at my desk, and the prospect of a warm bed and a good book. Another breath of air in my lungs, a release for my mind and my heart and I’m ready to face another day with joy and grace.

And I hope you’ll see me here again tomorrow. That will be a good sign.   

P1010097

The house is quiet tonight. Elizabeth has been tucked in her crib for quite some time. Emma went to bed extra early after a meltdown. Dan fell asleep on the sofa after a tough day at work. And Mary was my sidekick, helping me finish up the last dinner dishes, setting the table for breakfast and sneaking off to her bed "quiet as a church mouse."

When I disappear from my blog, like I did last week, it is usually a sign that I’m overextended or something in my life is leaving me uninspired. And to be honest, I’m rarely that busy, so generally, it’s the latter. This last week, it has been continued battles with my dear six year old. Is there something about this age? Is it spring fever? I’m not sure, but I’m pulling out all my parenting know-how, all my former teacher know-how, all my "someone I know tried this" know-how, and I’m having little success. I love the girl for the way she feels her way through life, and dives into everything to the fullest–but at the same time–she feels everything and dives into everything to the fullest. It means lots of emotions, and ups and downs, and hurt feelings, and disappointment, and frustration….phew. I can hear my mother’s wisdom in my ears, "This too shall pass." I’m holding on to that truth.

P1010089

So for me, it means I need to work harder to find my moments to refuel and relax. I found one moment this evening–dinner was warming on the stove, Dan and the girls were off on a quick errand and Elizabeth was asleep. I stuffed the baby monitor in my coat, a pair of scissors in my back pocket and headed down to my grandmother’s gardens for something to brighten up my table.
P1010095
The sun was golden and the air was perfectly crisp. It was the breath of air in my lungs that I needed in order to face the rest of my evening with grace and joy.

And now, a quiet house, a kitchen "put to rights" (to quote Mr. Berry), some daffodils on my table, a dark house, except for the glow at my desk, and the prospect of a warm bed and a good book. Another breath of air in my lungs, a release for my mind and my heart and I’m ready to face another day with joy and grace.

And I hope you’ll see me here again tomorrow. That will be a good sign.   

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book reviews

Creative Family

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I had the amazing pleasure of getting a review copy of Amanda’s new book , The Creative Family, in my mailbox last week. I have been carrying the book around with me everywhere I go, slipping in a few more pages as time allows. Things are underlined, starred, pages are dog-eared and the cover is already tattered from marking my place as I move through her book. It is like holding all the inspiration and ideas from her blog in your hands; having it on your lap to easily flip through or revisit a favorite part.  And that is what I’ve found myself doing this past week. Feeling the need for a recharge, I grab her book and open to my place and find a little inspiration or idea that helps me push back into my day.

Amanda approaches motherhood, creativity, and the work of raising our children with tenderness, care,  joy and intentionality. And her book is a reflection of that spirit. It is wonderful to read Amanda’s words and thoughts on making by hand, dress up play, sewing with children or falling in love with the woods, and then turn the page to find one of her favorite projects or activities.

The Creative Family, is one of those books I think every mother(and father) needs to read. It is a reminder of the curious, tenderhearted, open minds of our children, and the important task we are given in shaping and guiding their young lives.

Every so often, I’ll read a book and come to a passage or an idea and think, "That, right there, made the whole book worth it." Sometimes I’m tempted to close the book at that place and soak in the words I just read–so that I really remember them. That experience happened to me several times reading this book but the first time was in the beginning, reading Amanda’s thoughts on gratitude. It made me remember that teaching my children gratitude and thankfulness is one of the greatest gifts I can give them. She says, "Practicing gratitude in our families can help our children…giving them a lifelong gift that will nurture all of who they are."

It reminded me of a favorite quote from Wendell Berry’s Andy Catlett that I have scribbled in my journal, "No one who has gratitude is the onliest one. Let us pray to be grateful to the last."

Amanda’s book is everything I expected after being a regular reader of her blog, and more. It is a gift of inspiration and encouragement in the blessed gift of nurturing the creative lives of our children and our families.

Book_cover_250

I had the amazing pleasure of getting a review copy of Amanda’s new book , The Creative Family, in my mailbox last week. I have been carrying the book around with me everywhere I go, slipping in a few more pages as time allows. Things are underlined, starred, pages are dog-eared and the cover is already tattered from marking my place as I move through her book. It is like holding all the inspiration and ideas from her blog in your hands; having it on your lap to easily flip through or revisit a favorite part.  And that is what I’ve found myself doing this past week. Feeling the need for a recharge, I grab her book and open to my place and find a little inspiration or idea that helps me push back into my day.

Amanda approaches motherhood, creativity, and the work of raising our children with tenderness, care,  joy and intentionality. And her book is a reflection of that spirit. It is wonderful to read Amanda’s words and thoughts on making by hand, dress up play, sewing with children or falling in love with the woods, and then turn the page to find one of her favorite projects or activities.

The Creative Family, is one of those books I think every mother(and father) needs to read. It is a reminder of the curious, tenderhearted, open minds of our children, and the important task we are given in shaping and guiding their young lives.

Every so often, I’ll read a book and come to a passage or an idea and think, "That, right there, made the whole book worth it." Sometimes I’m tempted to close the book at that place and soak in the words I just read–so that I really remember them. That experience happened to me several times reading this book but the first time was in the beginning, reading Amanda’s thoughts on gratitude. It made me remember that teaching my children gratitude and thankfulness is one of the greatest gifts I can give them. She says, "Practicing gratitude in our families can help our children…giving them a lifelong gift that will nurture all of who they are."

It reminded me of a favorite quote from Wendell Berry’s Andy Catlett that I have scribbled in my journal, "No one who has gratitude is the onliest one. Let us pray to be grateful to the last."

Amanda’s book is everything I expected after being a regular reader of her blog, and more. It is a gift of inspiration and encouragement in the blessed gift of nurturing the creative lives of our children and our families.

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