Friday, April 30, 2010

An Open Letter

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To any and all mothers of babies who find themselves in my line of vision:

I’m sorry I stare at you. I realize it could be kind of creepy and a little disconcerting to have this strange person watching you and your child as you eat lunch or grocery shop or walk through a parking lot, and that’s why I try really hard not to stare for too long or to let you see me watching. I know you have seen me, though, and I’m sorry.

The thing is, I have to stare. I have to keep looking because what I see is so beautiful and so fleeting that even though I don’t know you and have no emotional bond to your little bundle of joy, I have to watch while I can. I have to soak it in.

My little one is increasingly not little, and the days I see you living and sharing with your child have passed for me. They seemed long and tedious when I was in the middle of them, but looking back, I wonder where they went and how they went so quickly. My sweet girl is a long way already from those sweet days of complete dependence and fascination with the world, and it makes me so sad to realize how quickly even this new stage of stretching independent muscles and curious exploration will pass.

So please forgive me for staring, and please forgive me if while I stare at you I don’t see you at all. Forgive me if in your place I picture myself, and in the place of your sweet baby I see the little girl I once knew. Forgive my sad smiles as I catch your eye, and forgive the wistful look on my face as I look away. Despite the thousands of pictures I have stored away and the hours and hours of memories queued up like a reel of movie film, it is not enough. I cannot get that time back, and so I must vicariously enjoy it through you.

Please don’t get me wrong, sweet new mother. You have many, many, many joys ahead of you. Your weak and helpless baby will soon transform into a toddler with personality and opinions and a character you can only dream of now, and you will smile and laugh and love more than you ever thought possible. It is wonderful. It really is.

As wonderful as it is, though, it is different. And so I implore you: cherish this time. Don’t for one second think those long nights will never end, because they will. Don’t complain about the difficulty of changing and clothing a tiny body, because it will not be tiny for long. Don’t fret about not knowing what your baby wants because verbally, she can’t tell you. She will soon enough. Enjoy today. Cherish it.

And please….please forgive me if I continue to stare.

Sincerely,

Me

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Orchestrated

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Something happened to me Monday morning. To some people, it probably wouldn’t have been a very big deal, but for me – introverted and anxious as I am – it was very big.

Leah and I have a regularly scheduled Monday morning playdate. It’s a new thing – just started last week; this morning, though, no one was able to join us. We almost didn’t go, because I didn’t much feel like it when I got up, but something changed my mind. Soon after Leah got up, we headed to the park nearest our house to play and spend some time in the sunshine.

We hadn’t been there very long when another mommy pulled up. Leah shrieked in excitement, which struck me as really funny since I could tell at a glance that we didn’t know this family at all. As the little girl jumped out of the car, her mom worked on getting the baby into the stroller; all the while, Leah bounced in anticipation of her new playmate.

The conversation started pretty easily, comparing our girls’ ages and milestones, as we moms do. The girls, meanwhile, watched each other from a somewhat cautious distance, showing each other their favorite parts of the playground. (Leah tried to convince her new friend that the mulch was the greatest thing ever, but she wasn’t convinced; she preferred the slides.)

Before long, occasion arose for me to take out my camera. (Surprised? I didn’t think so.) Our new mama friend commented about what a good idea it was for me to bring my camera to the park, and I told her that it’s not at all uncommon for me to pull the camera out in unlikely places because it goes everywhere with me. She told me she needs to start doing that and get more pictures of her girls. Her husband is in Iraq, and the younger of her daughters doesn’t even know him. She just had her first birthday, and hasn’t seen her daddy since she was 5 months old. She won’t see him again until September.

My heart melted for this sweet family, and I offered to take some pictures of her girls playing and email them to her. She was hesitant, mainly, I think, because she didn’t want to take advantage of this person she just met. She liked the idea, though, and we set about trying to get her girls to look at me and my camera. I got some really good ones, which I've already emailed to her.

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Here’s the thing, though. I almost didn’t go to the park that morning. I really almost didn’t. After a pretty hectic weekend, I was pretty content at the idea of a day at home by ourselves. We did go, though, and when we got there, I met someone who, if I can be honest, really seemed to need a friend. I can be somewhat discerning – I’ve been told discernment is one of my spiritual gifts – and this lady really seemed lonely. God knew I needed to be there because God knew she needed me to be. That sounds proud as I write it, but I feel it in my heart. God arranged for us to both be there that day.

And you know what else? My church is sponsoring an event for families of deployed soldiers in a couple of weeks. I’ve already invited her and her girls. What's more, we have a playdate arranged for tomorrow.

I don’t really know why I’m so surprised at this. It’s not that I don’t think God can do that kind of thing – orchestrating divine appointments like that – but it’s pretty rare for me to experience it. It’s a powerful thing to know that you’ve been used.

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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

“So You Want To Be A Stay-At-Home Mom,” by Cheryl Gochnauer

At a recent book sale at my church, the title of my most recent reading endeavor leaped off the table.

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So You Want to Be a Stay-At-Home Mom, by Cheryl Gochnauer

When I saw it laying there, I grabbed it up and took it to Scott and said, “I have to have this book.”

I’m glad I did. It’s a really good book.

In it, Cheryl (as I’m going to call her, since I feel like we’re friends now) writes about how moms can take the steps necessary to quit working outside the home and be able to stay at home with their children. Because the book is really targeted at moms who want to be stay-at-home moms (and not moms who already are staying at home) the first few chapters were not of a whole lot of use to me. They addressed things like how to talk to your boss about your plans and how to chart out the family budget to see how feasible the whole thing is. Useful information, yes, but not at this stage in the game for me.

Later in the book, though, I was captivated. She wrote about how to function on a budget, creative things to do with your kids to stimulate and educate them, and how to survive day after day at home with no adult conversation. Those topics, my friends, were very relevant to me. With one or two nights of insomnia, I was able to churn through the latter two-thirds of the book with no problem whatsoever.

When I finished the book last night, Scott asked if it was good. When I told him it was, he asked why. My answer? “Because it reminded me that I’m not the only one out there doing this thing. It was like a playdate at the park in book form.”

That, my friends, is priceless.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Sticker Winner!

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Ding, ding, ding!  We have a winner of the custom stickers from DigitalRoom.com!

Many congratulations to Trish!  I’ll send your information to the company today, and you’ll be getting an email soon on how you can claim your prize!

Congratulations!

How 15 Month-Olds Terrify Their Parents

Friday night, we had a family outing to Home Depot for various and sundry things – weed killer, plants for the yard, shelving brackets, etc. We looked around for a good while for the right kind of brackets for the project Scott was undertaking, and while she waited, Leah entertained herself with the ones we had already chosen.

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Yeah. How terrified were we? Pretty much scared us out of our wits. Fortunately, it came right off, and she did it again….which was when I took this picture. (I’m not that terrible – I did at least make sure we weren’t in serious crisis mode before I broke out the camera!) Scott and I both had flashes in our minds of having to run to get some bolt cutters or a hack saw to get this thing off of our daughter’s neck. Fortunately, none of that was necessary, and the little one was able to stay entertained for the rest of the trip (which was a very, very good thing, since it was dangerously close to bedtime and we’re never out that late).

She was a happy camper. Silly girl – I don’t know why everything she gets her hands on instantly becomes a necklace. We really are going to have to keep our eyes on that little habit.

For your entertainment, here are more shots of Leah’s adventures in Home Depot:

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Sunday, April 25, 2010

“Mommy and Me” Monday

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This week’s pictures are pretty funny, I think.

We were spending the afternoon at my parents’ house, and Leah was e.n.t.h.r.a.l.l.e.d. by Mom’s birdbath. She couldn’t get over the idea of a teeny little pool of water that we were letting her play in. It probably seemed too good to be true.

In any case, I was chatting with my parents while Leah explored the magical pool of water. The funny part of the pictures, to me, is watching the progression of my facial expression and stance.

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Picture #1: “Hmm….do I want her playing in that? It’s kinda gross….”

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Picture #2: “I’m thinking….no. Especially if you're going to drink it. Come on, honey.”

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Picture #3: “Oh, okay. You’re just gonna wash off your rocks…oh, and okay….and then you’re going to give them to me. All right. Mommy will hold them.”

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Picture #4: “Carry on, sweetheart. Have fun.”

Do you like seeing the interactions between mamas and their little ones? Head over to see Krystyn today.

It’s all in your perspective.

Someone gave a copy of this to my mom a few years ago, and since we were in the throes of wedding planning at the time, she felt it appropriate to pass it on to me.

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When I read it, as a newly-engaged young woman with romantic views of marriage and wife-hood, I laughed. I thought, “Yeah, right. I’m glad things aren’t like that anymore.” I dismissed the ideas as quickly as they had come to me, and resumed my scheduling of appointments with florists and engagement portrait photo shoots.

Now, though, nearly 5 years later, I see it somewhat differently. Before you go on a witch hunt and begin chanting slurs against my husband, let me explain.

I am his wife, but I am not his slave. I am no less than he is, and I am not in any way subservient to him.

I am, though, to be his helper. I am to walk alongside him as we journey through life, and it is my responsibility and privilege to help him in any way that I can. As a woman, that is the reason for my creation, and as his wife, that is why God saw fit to place us together.

The LORD God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him." (Genesis 2:18)

I believe that with every fiber of my being. I feel that purpose every day in all that I do.

My job is not to neglect myself or to somehow place myself in a position of unimportance, but my job is to place him – the man God has given me to love, honor, and cherish – before myself. I don’t have to kill myself in an attempt to be the perfect wife and woman, but I should go out of my way to be what he needs me to be. My relationship with him is the most important relationship with another person that I will ever know on earth, and it is part of the blessing of this relationship to live like I know how sacred this union is.

What does this look like in real life?

I make every effort I can to make sure the house looks decent when he gets home. I know he will be tired and hungry, and the last thing he needs is to come home to a calamity (even if that’s how I feel and, really, it’s how our day was).

I do all I can to greet him with a smile and a positive attitude, regardless of what was happening 5 minutes before with our toddler.

I consider his week as I plan my days, so that I am not completely strung out and exhausted on the same nights he is likely to be so.

I try to allow his Saturdays to be days for what he wants to do, even if he wants to spend the day mowing the lawn or doing odd jobs around the house. It’s his day off, and he deserves it.

I change my clothes before he gets home if I’m covered in dirt and mashed bananas and who-knows-what from a day with a toddler.

I make sure the pantry is stocked with his favorite snacks and comfort food.

I ask him several times a week if there’s anything in particular I can do to help him, like run specific errands during the day or pick up anything special from the store.

These are just a few things I do intentionally to let him know that I value him and I take my role as “helper” seriously. And you know what? This is not without benefit to me, either. There is no greater peace for me than when I know – beyond a doubt – that I am fulfilling my God-given purpose. When I know that I am doing right by my family, I am more energized than when I feel that I could be doing more.

And you know what else? In a God-honoring marriage, no wife will be neglected. As I seek to honor my husband in any way I can, he is seeking to do the same for me. We are both looking to the needs of the other, and our needs are met. God designed it that way, and even when we fall back into our natural selfish ways, there is redemption and hope for tomorrow.

We’re not perfect, nor is our marriage. We do know who instituted this whole thing, though, and we trust His plans for it all infinitely more than we trust our own. He designed it, so we figure He knows better than we do how it should work. I realize that this is pretty controversial, but for us, there’s no question that it’s right. I challenge you to adopt one of these little gestures in your marriages. I promise that God will honor it, and what you feel will be a blessing.

A good woman is hard to find,
and worth far more than diamonds.
Her husband trusts her without reserve,
and never has reason to regret it.
Never spiteful, she treats him generously
all her life long.
She shops around for the best yarns and cottons,
and enjoys knitting and sewing.
She's like a trading ship that sails to faraway places
and brings back exotic surprises.
She's up before dawn, preparing breakfast
for her family and organizing her day.
She looks over a field and buys it,
then, with money she's put aside, plants a garden.
First thing in the morning, she dresses for work,
rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.
She senses the worth of her work,
is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She's skilled in the crafts of home and hearth,
diligent in homemaking.
She's quick to assist anyone in need,
reaches out to help the poor.
She doesn't worry about her family when it snows;
their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.
She makes her own clothing,
and dresses in colorful linens and silks.
Her husband is greatly respected
when he deliberates with the city fathers.
She designs gowns and sells them,
brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.
Her clothes are well-made and elegant,
and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.
When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say,
and she always says it kindly.
She keeps an eye on everyone in her household,
and keeps them all busy and productive.
Her children respect and bless her;
her husband joins in with words of praise:
"Many women have done wonderful things,
but you've outclassed them all!"
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.
The woman to be admired and praised
is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves!
Festoon her life with praises! (Proverbs 31:10-31)

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Quality Time with Mother Nature

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