Randomness

I don't know what I'm going to write about today.  I will just type and see where my fingers take me.  I'm sitting  in my living room right now and the evening sun is pouring through our west facing picture windows.  Out of my kitchen window I can see the bare branches of the birch tree gently shaking in the light breeze.  There is the slightest hint on green on the tips of those branches just waiting for their début performance as shelter from the sun's rays.

I have two overly tired girls tucked into my bed.   And even after using my sternest sounding mother voice warning, "any fooling around or talking you'll both be in your own beds", I can hear them whispering and giggling.  It warms my heart...these private sister moments between them.  Jon is away on a long trip making room for two hot, sticky little bodies in my bed.  Long trip is the term we use for any adventure that take us out of town.

Yesterday was the first day I really felt alive.  It was our first day of spring.  The first day that I peeled off my socks and wore capri pants and open toed shoes.  I took the time in the morning to breathe in the exhilarating fresh spring air.  I made the girls do it to.  I asked, "what do you smell?"  They didn't know.  I told them that it was the smell of life.

If I was in charge of the calendar, I would make Spring the start of the new year.

The girls and I have plans while Jon is away.  Some of the plans are small.  Like having ice cream for supper tonight.  And some bigger plans for Mother's Day weekend.  My love came early again this year.  Beautiful flowers and Callie's treasures from preschool that she proudly presented me with earlier in the week.  The questions were the same as last year...and so were most of the answers.

We had our first Mother's Day celebration last weekend.  Jon worked his magic in the kitchen preparing brunch while I fussed with table clothes and charger plates and last minute folded tent cards for the kids.  I know I've talked before about Hallmark holidays. I don't know the history about how Mother's Day came to be and I'm not up to Googling it tonight.  But if it was created by Hallmark... I say thank goodness someone is looking out for us as a society and culture as a whole.  Some days it feels like we have so few meaningful rituals and traditions.  That a meal is something we just have to get through before swimming lessons or soccer. That someone says, "we don't have to do anything for my birthday this year" or "it's just our 39th Wedding Anniversary, we'll celebrate next year".

I organized an event for work a couple of weeks ago.  I didn't prepare a formal speech to give and decided to genuinely speak from the heart.  I found myself spouting out something like, "I so rarely get asked to talk about the positive and what is working, that I had to create my own event to celebrate our successes."

 

With Great-grandma giving us a little scare last week... I am jumping on the bandwagon.  We all have one wild and precious life.  What are you going to do with yours?  I'm going to insist on taking the time to breathe in the fresh spring air.  To pull out the fancy dishes from way back in the cupboard.  And when I fall off the wagon, when the little things get suffocated with schedules and chores and work, I promise to run like hell with my arms reaching up looking for someone to pull me back on.

Lovely Shade of Grey

I've been thinking a lot about confidence lately.  What does it mean to be truly confident?  And what does it feel like?  Why is it important?  Why do we value confidence?  Basically, I have come up with more questions than I have answers.  I sometimes wonder if, when I see someone who appears to have it all together, someone who walks tall and speaks in definitives, I wonder if deep down inside they have the exact opposite, conflicting persona when no one is around to judge.

My girls have confidence of the purest kind.   The kind that can only exist in a child.  The kind of confidence that comes from the absence of grey areas.  Where everything in life can fit into the black paint can or the white.  You can be right or wrong.  Happy or sad.  Good or bad.

And never is this confidence as apparent as when I hear the words... "I can do it."  

I can put the toothpaste on myself.

I can make the snacks for our friends.

I can climb on the cupboard and get my own cup.

I can draw a dinosaur.  

I can do my own seatbelt.

As adults, we yearn for this child-like confidence.  To stand up and say, 

I can chair this committee. 

I can lead the meeting.

I can make this presentation.

I can commit to daily exercise.

I can be the best mom. 

But this kind of confidence can only be found in the very young.  Because somewhere between Lexi and Callie, the colours start to mix.  The black starts seeping into the white.  Slowly at first but eventually the time comes when there are no longer two separate colors but just one large puddle of grey.

And once those colors are mixed, there is no going back.  All those forceful "I cans" that were said with insistence and with the true belief that one is fully capable, turn into "I can but..."

I can put the toothpaste on myself but I'll get it all over the sink.

I can makes snacks for our friends but are crackers and peanut butter good enough?

I can climb on the cupboard and get my own cup but I might fall down.

I can draw a dinosaur but it doesn't really look like one.

I can do my own seatbelt but it feels good when mom takes care of me.

This is the beginning of growing up.  When we begin to realize that sometimes we do the right things for the wrong reasons.  When we can feel happy to go but sad to leave both at the same time.  When we begin to see the good and the bad in every decision.  When we say, "I can but..."

So is true confidence pure as in a child?  Is it saying, "I can..." without hesitation.  Or is true confidence saying, "I can but..." and then doing the I can anyway?  What do you think about this lovely shade of grey?

Cross section

The days have been rolling downhill lately, picking up such tremendous speed that this weekend I purposely planned nothing.  No work projects were brought home.  No commitments were made. It was the only way I would have the energy and endurance to catch up to that ball rolling swiftly down the decline.  I decided would take a moment to grab that ball and cut it in half so that it can't get away from me again.  

When I cut that ball of life into two it created a cross section of our days.  And I'm going to mount that cross section on a slide here today as a way of preserving the seemingly minuscule parts of our life.  The parts so tiny you would need a high powered microscope to see their importance.

Slide 1:  World Rock

With the snow gone, we have been on many adventures around the yard.  The girls have been exploring the yellow, lifeless earth that is still in hibernation.  During one of their adventures they discovered World Rock.  World Rock received it's name from Callie for the simple fact that "you can see the whole world when you stand on it."

Slide 2:  Full to the Top

We hear those words about fifty times a day.  Callie can drink water like she's on a trek across the dessert.  She is forever asking for her Lighting McQueen cup to be "full to the top".  And sister can tell by the weight of it in her hand whether its right to the top or not!

Slide 3: Hoodies

If there is a hood on a sweater it is on the head.  It doesn't matter if she is inside or out.  Hoods were simply meant to be up.  

Slide 4:  Big Girl Bed?

The side rail of Lexi's crib is broken and I will not be ordering the replacement parts. We have set up the portable pack & play in her room for now.  Soon it will be coming. When I am ready.  The shift to the big girl bed.  The crib is the last sign of a baby in our house.  Moving to the next stage has never been easy for me.  I am patient, never in a rush to get my girls to the next phase and I'm anticipating that the removal of the crib may be an emotional day.  

Slide 5: Alvin 

Lexi's Easter basket had the Alvin and the Chipmunks movie in it.  Her last words before I tuck her into bed at night are, "I watch Alvin in the morning?"  Her first words in the morning, "I watch Alvin?"  Alvin, Alvin, ALVIN!  Callie called a family meeting tonight to discuss the overdose of Alvin and she lead us through the intervention process coming up with a complex TV watching schedule.

Slide 6:  Seatbelt Mayhem
There was a time, not that long ago, that getting Callie dressed in the morning required buckets of patients and an endless supply of deep breaths to make it through the meltdown that occurred when the clothes just didn't feel right.  This super sensitivity to sock seams and anything that wasn't elastic waist seems to be easing up a little but the frustration hasn't disappeared...it just got transferred to the seatbelt!

Slide 7:  Emerging independence.

 "I do it all myself!"  "I do it, I do it, I dooooo it!"  Little sister is growing up.  Learning and doing.  Mostly just trying to copy big sister but still emerging into her own, unique little being.  Our early morning rendez-vous is beginning to fade out making the mornings that I do scoop her up out of her bed even more valuable.  She huddles in between Jon and I, grabs me tight around my neck so that we are nose to nose, breathing each others breaths, and says, "'nuggle me, mom, 'nuggle me!"

Slide 8:  Color Change

After a lifetime of being blonde, I am trying out being a brunette.  I had it colored about a month ago but just haven't posted a picture here yet.  I have adjusted to the change and even forget that it's drastically different until someone comments... proof that you can change the outside all you want, as often as you want, but ultimately, you are who you are.

I will now add the cover slip on top of my prepared slides.  To preserve these simple, microscopic moments in time.  The small things, the inbetween days or whatever you want to call them... are basically real life.  Enjoy your real life moments this weekend.

Reorienting

I am feeling out of sorts this week.  I started the week with a trip to the city for a conference for work.  This adventure at the beginning of the week has my routines confused and my internal compass spinning in circles.    I am careful when choosing my time spent away from my family, weighing pros against the cons, costs versus rewards and this time work won, pulling me away from my girls for three nights.

I went to the city to learn and grow and development myself for my work.  But in all honesty, my work is not very far removed from my life as Callie and Lexi's mom.  And if one has ever thought that I took my responsibility as mother bear seriously before, all I can say is that after listening to the theory and principles of Gordon Neufeld, this mother bear is even more committed to protecting and nurturing her cubs.

It is pretty typical when you're in the presence of inspiring people to come back to work and home with your guns a blazin'.  Ready to make changes.  Ready to incorporate your new knowledge into your prior thinking.  Meshing them together to form your own unique style and approach.  You may recall the last conference I attended introduced Baroque music into our life.  

This weekend I will be reorienting myself.  Slipping back into routine.  Catching up with my girls.  Getting back to the tasks at hand... like continuing to encourage spring to make a real appearance.

Happy Weekend.

Easter "Blister"

Our quiet weekend at home started off very quiet.  We woke up Saturday morning to flashing clock lights and a heavy blanket of wet snow.  The power went off because of the spring snow storm that happened while we were sleeping.  Having no electricity brings new meaning to the word quiet.  Without the humming of appliances or the TV buzzing in the background, we could literally hear each other breathe. The only modern day convenience we had was Jon's cell phone, not mine because if you know me, the truck is always moments away from a low fuel light... and my cell phone is always just a fraction of a bar away from shutting down.  I'm a hot mess in an emergency situation.

I called my mom and dad to tell them to hold off on coming over for our Easter brunch that we had planned.  A short time later the power came back on... but it was just a teaser.  It lasted just long enough to begin cooking breakfast.  So after another hour of listening to each other breathe, we packed up the girls, the French Toast and the partially cooked sausages and moved our brunch to mom and dad's where the heat was on and the coffee was warm.  Callie says, "mom, it's a blister out here!"

The only sign of spring around here this weekend was my mom's flowers.  A snowstorm is April really isn't that unusual.  Winter and Spring generally continue their battle until the end of May.  No April showers bringing May flowers for us.  If nothing else, we like to obsess about the weather.  Because every year we play little mind games between ourselves and Mother Nature.  Secretly hoping that this will be the year Spring shows up, for real, on March twentieth.  I dream about outdoor egg hunts and picnic blankets on the grass and girls in party dresses with white patent shoes.

We headed back out after brunch, braving the treacherous roads and the sloppy wet snow.  We felt like bears who poked their heads out of their winter dens, looked around and said, "nope it's not spring yet" and returned to hibernation.  When we got home, the girls got their jammies on even though it was early afternoon.  We just settled in for an afternoon matinee and whoop... silence. 

The power was off most of the day which allowed for true quiet time. Games of Chutes and Ladders, puzzles and books for the girls and one good closet clean out for mom. 

The Bunny came.  And this year he had eggs hidden everywhere.  I guess he heard Callie's question earlier in the week when she asked me why the Easter Bunny only came to the living room.  It was time for E.B. to up the ante and put a little challenge into this egg hunting business.  There are still some eggs the girls haven't found.  I'm anticipating the excitement weeks from now when they stumble upon them.

Chocolate for breakfast. 

An unsuccessful attempt at some snow art. 



Power off.  Power on.  Power off.  Power on. 

It was a perfect, quiet, blistery weekend at home.