On A Girl's Weekend

Welcome Home Sweetheart!! Can’t wait to see you on  Sunday!!

Here are a few things to help with your boys weekend (hoping this is helpful and not bossy!) :

1)  All their cruisers clothes are folded and ready to go on the bench by the garage door. Their mittens are in the lockers at the Club, but everything else is here.

2)  You’ll need to pack both boys a lunch, thier lunch boxes are laid out on the kitchen counter.

3)  Luke’s babysitter  will meet you guys at the Trailhead at 12:30 and stay there with Luke until 3:30 so that you’ll have time to go and get Vaughn without bringing Luke with you. You’ll need to pick Luke up from mini-cruisers, give him his lunch box and take him to the Trailhead to meet her.

4)  I have frozen pizzas and some P.F. Chang’s stir-frys in the freezer for some toss-in-the-oven type easy dinners.

5)  Naps have been very hit or miss. If they don’t take one,  then it’s all I can do to keep Luke up until 8, but try otherwise he's up and at'em by 5am .

6)   They really enjoy their outside time, usually from 3 to 4 or 5 – but you have to make Luke do it. Once he’s out, he’s great, but he’ll tell (scream) you he doesn’t want to go at first. Ignore him.

7)  If the weather’s really bad and you can’t get outside, I just restocked our arts and crafts supplies for you to bring out. They are in the drawer of the dresser that’s in the toy room. Don’t let the boys see you get them out though, they don’t know that’s were I keep that stuff and I don’t want them breaking into it when I’m not watching.

8)  It’s a weekend so feel free to use as many shows as needed. ;)

9)   Hopefully this helps get you through until  I get home   on Sunday!

Love!

the potentially over-prepared and hyper-controlling one

;) 

On Marriage

 Dear One,
   I'm writing to you today because I've been watching some of the people we know dissolve their marriage, and the chaos of hurts and pains and accusations that are surrounding that whole situation has brought the concept of Marriage to the forefront of my mind lately. And when I think about marriage, it's obviously all about you. 
   We don't have the perfect marriage, got off to a rocky start and truly never had that fairy tale story I'd imagined as a young girl. I confess I've spent too much of our last 10 years thinking on what we don't, or haven't, had. What a waste that has been! What a disaster of focus! 


I've come across a few quotes lately that helped in aligning my mind onto the track of truth, one of my favorites is this: 
     "Nearly all marriages, even happy ones, are mistakes: in the sense that almost certainly (in a more perfect world, or even with a little more care in this very imperfect one) both partners might be found more suitable mates. But the real soul-mate is the one you are actually married to."
                                        --J. R. R. Tolkien


True, yes? There is a lot of True Love in a marriage, and one of the secrets is that there are many moments throughout the course of one where True Love is demonstrated by staying not because you feel it, but because you said you would.  It proves your word's worth, to see a vow through makes you trustworthy, which is vital because one of the things I can now say I know about marriage- it is the most naked, vulnerable, and exposed spot in the world to be. To be utterly bare before someone, and know they are trustworthy with your "you-ness", is everything. 
      Something else I've learned: 


"Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate."  ~Barnett R. Brickner


     Which goes hand in hand with this:


 "To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness."  -- Robert Brault




So, there you have one of my biggest lessons and it's so old and so overdone there must be hundreds of tales and thousands of songs proclaiming it... you see, "it takes two".  We all desire to be loved, no- to be HUGELY loved, but we also need to hold the responsibility of being someone lovable. 


    You've been gone all week, soaring heights and skiing steeps I'm not sure I'll ever have the stomach to take on myself. But I can hear the smile in your voice when you're done and I never want to hang up and lose the sound of your voice or the joy you're clearly feeling --  and that's really saying something, since you know my phone conversation skills aren't among my best qualities. 
    When you're not here, I sleep on your side of the bed, and in your shirts, anything to feel you close. I miss you. I start listening for the door to open at the end of the day in the hope you might be back sooner than you said, I think of you thousands of times a day and smile when your face crosses my mind. 


    We don't have the perfect marriage. We have something so much better, we have a 
Real One. 


      We have a funny, messy, complicated, solid, hopeful, hard-working, passionate, trying, courageous, brilliant, priceless, always-figuring-it-out-as-we-go-and-keep-getting-up-no-matter-what marriage. I know I've been showered for more than a decade now with reasons to love you... 


...may you become equally drenched  my Dear One, 


me

On Offense

Dear One,

I don't know why we sometimes make each other so uncomfortable. It doesn't seem the norm in other relationships like ours, though I don't think any family has a "norm" so that's probably not the right comparison to use. Our immediate line of women though do seem to have a norm of  ,um, tension in rather high levels is the best way I can describe it- at least for all the generations I've personally witnessed. Family cycles are so hard to break out of, and ours certainly isn't the worst of positions to be in when you consider the ruts of anger and abuse others must face. Nevertheless, I don't think times like what we just had is what either of us hope and dream for when we're together.

How to stop hurting then?

I think it comes down to how easily we each take offense. I'm learning that offense is more of a choice than a given, and I'm so sorry for how often I choose it. I'd love for us to embrace each other's differences better. I can't be a perfect carbon of you, and I don't think you'd want me to be even though it would make things like decorating a house or putting away laundry or making dinner or any host of other little shared activities much less controversial. Writing it out like that, it does seem silly that we get so tied up in those things, doesn't it?

I also want to listen better. I get so frustrated by feeling continually unheard, and yet now that I'm taking a breath long enough to think about it, I'm not sure I'm hearing you as well as you deserve either. In fact, I know I'm not.

I think you are wise, joyful, fun, creative, intelligent, loving, and generous.

I think those things WAY more often than I think anything else.

I also think I'm lucky to have you in my life. And I will do everything I can to do our life better.
Because you matter. To me. You matter.

Love,
Me

On Treading Water

 Dear Ones,


I haven't written you, or anyone, for months now and I'm sorry about that. This past summer was a study in stress and how poorly I handle it in excessive amounts. I hate to think any of my angst rubbed off on you two - and I ask your forgiveness for the moments it did. I literally stressed myself sick developing everything from chronic back pain to shingles, which took me out of Love Life mode to just-keep-my-head-above-water mode.  So much less than you deserve from me. I don't want to overly beat myself up, everyone has times where they're treading water like no tomorrow, and I know I can't give you The Perfect Childhood... well, okay, at least in theory I know that... ;) 


On this September afternoon however, you're both asleep in your rooms, I'm watching golden aspens wave at me through an open window, your Dad just called to say he loved me, and I am overrun by the desire to get down in this blog the beautiful things from these past few months lest they be lost in the clutter of everything else. No surprise- each memory involves the two of you...


gap-toothed smiles, lion roars, mastering your pedal bikes, hikes in the trees, rocks thrown in the river, chuckle-box checks, give me 5 - to the side..., Ka-Chow! Hip- Pow Yeah!. "Oh, yeah, that's a great idea", "Last day", "Mom, I love you", mornings at the park, train song, dance parties, blue bink stink, Peter Pan, "Oh Mom, I know what the problem is", "Daddy's  Home!", roasted marshmellows, Buzz Lightyear, reading books in the hammock, cuddles in the hammock, push'm play, "I did it!", dry undies, dry beds, chuga-chugs, "I can make the number V", supercalifragilisticexpealidocious, "I just love you my baby brother", cackles of laughter, hiccups from cackles of laughter, "They look exactly like their father!", bubble baths, "scared you", "I'm gonna push some dirt!", hold you higher, laying in the sun in front of the house, puddle boots, "I'll can do it by myself, I'll meet you at home", holding your cheeks together to grab your biggest smile, "Oh Sure", "I'd be happy to", blonde curls, buzz cut, big eyes, shoulder running, sandy kisses, shy smiles, bobcats, running through the sprinkler, 


Ah, now you're awake and need to sit on my lap while we discuss what to do with the afternoon so this list will have to be continued later. And it will. It will continue and continue and continue because we've now made it past everything that we needed to to keep swimming. It's time to dry off on the shore and let the sun warm our skin while we laugh at the shapes in the clouds. 


Maybe that's what we'll do this afternoon.


All My Love,


Mom

On Memory

Dear One,

   Sitting down with my family for dinner the other night I was suddenly struck by a memory of an earlier family dinner from my childhood. I had asked you to get me something to drink and you looked at me, without anger but definitely level in the eyes, and told me to, "Get Up and Get it Myself." (gasp!) 
     Odd the moments that stick with us.
     This one did because I remember having a physical reaction to it. A feeling akin to the shock of a rogue, cold, ocean wave catching you completely unaware and knocking the wind out of you. In my limited child memory you'd always gotten whatever I asked for in the past. "You are my MOM for goodness sake!", my 6 or 7 year old self thought, "You are SUPPOSED to get me what I need!" I got up, sullenly I'm sure, and got myself a glass of water, brought it back to my spot on the table and, head down, tried to sneak a look up at you through my eyelashes. Far from the repentance I was hoping for, you were doing that small smile that is so uniquely yours and that as a mother myself I can now recognize as equal parts hope, exasperation, and trying to choke back a laugh. And that is where that memory ends.
Well, maybe not ENDS exactly... because I still carry it, and the lessons it contained. 


Lesson 1: You are my mother not my servant. 
Lesson 2: Do not let laziness get in the way of your own capability. 

Lesson 3: Frustration and Love can happen at the same time, but the Love is always 
              bigger. 
Lesson 4: You really do have eyes in the back of your head.
                     wait--- that's a different memory
Lesson 4:  Ignore any of these lessons and spend dinner thirsty. 


      A random memory to share and elaborate on I know, but it's such a clear example of the through-line of you being my mother that I had to let you in on what a gift it was- and all the others like it! I don't know that I'm doing this small moment justice here, it's harder to verbalize than I thought, but essentially, I am better for being told to get my own drink. My children will be too, once the initial shock passes that is. In all the little moments like this, you not only taught me to care for myself, you also taught me to respect you. Which grew into respect for myself and others we share life with. It's been a building block for a healthy and happy life.
     That old cliche about giving a man a fish or teaching him to fish is so ridiculously over-used that I won't give it more than a passing glance here. Besides, it's incomplete as you did much more than teach me to fish. You taught me to get my own glass of water. 
 And that has mattered every day since. 


Happy Mother's Day Mom.  Thank you. 


Love,
Me

On Motherhood

Dear One,

It's wonderful to hear from you and I can so totally totally totally understand the rollercoaster you are on right now. I wish I was there and could just hold you for a moment. Please imagine the biggest hug you've ever had and accept that from me today. :)  
I BALLED MY EYES OUT HYSTERICALLY WEEPING when 1) we drove away from the hospital and all of the people who were checking on my baby every couple of hours and telling me he was okay, and 2) when my mom left and I stood in that quiet apartment with a painful abdomen and an unbelievably needy infant. I understand completely and am going to tell you what I wish I'd know then. IT REALLY IS GOING TO BE OKAY. :) It's even going to be fun, magical, and brilliant beyond imagining. You are stronger than you know, but better than that- so is he! :) Nothing falls apart when he cries and you can take him anywhere you want to go. He'll adjust swimmingly and you'll get more and more comfortable with the load the more you incorporate living your life into caring for your baby.  
And that's the other thing, it IS a LOAD to be a Mother. It is exhausting, frustrating, frightening, overwhelming and some days you'll even have thoughts that maybe you're not cut out for this and made a huge huge mistake. THAT IS REALLY OKAY TOO. :) It does not mean you are a bad mother, it does not mean you can't do this, it does not mean any mistake was made. It just means that this is an all-consuming job, a vitally important job, and that you really truly get that. If you weren't stressed out every now and then (or every few minutes...) then I'd be worried. ;)  
Another thought to tuck away right now is that this season is just that, a season of time. There are incredibly precious moments in these first few months and years that you will look back on and know were some of the most valuable pieces of your life. Priceless, special and miraculous moments. There is also a lot of stress and endless servant tasks! Those parts pass though-babies grow to kids and eventually people who do, in fact, care for themselves, I promise. :) So enjoy carrying, and caring, and kissing, and breathing in that priceless newborn smell that is unique to your little man. Relax. Cut yourself LOTS of slack. Laugh at yourself and breathe. Of all the mommy's in the world he picked you out in particular - which tells me right away that your son has exceptional taste and you're in good hands. :)  


Happy Early Mother's Day! You are going to be brilliant at this!  


Most days. ;)  


Love you,
Me

On April

Dear One,


If there must be named a single point; a block of time out from which my entire year spins around, April- you are it. January has is resolutions, June through August their warm breezes, December of course carries Christmas, but none of that compares to the enormous weight you carry for me, April. Year after Year. 


For starters, I love that you begin with a holiday dedicated to fools, or is it meant to be a day for creating fools around you? Either way. Brilliant. On a more serious holiday note... Easter. Except for very very rare occasions, Easter always falls during the month of April. Easter is my favorite holiday and the cornerstone for my increasingly important faith. I. Love. Easter. Less important on the grand scale of things -but certainly worth noting, my birthday is in April. The day when I take stock, appreciate being alive, vow to grow older - better than I have so far, and hopefully recognize the love others have for me. Love that helps build me up for round (soon to be) 34. These highs forever linked to the incomparable low of the anniversary of Matt's death each April as well. Such powerful LIFE celebrations sandwiching such a life that was lost. Each felt deeper because of the knowledge gained from the others. 


Though not credited to a specific day, April is when I turn my thoughts toward Spring. Regardless of it being the snowiest month here in the Elk Mountains, it is the first noticeable shift in the weather. A slight warming of the ground that turns all this snow to slush, and a fierceness in the wind that dares you to turn your back on it. April is when things change in the year. Not January -which is remarkably similar to its bookend months- April is the beginning for me. 


30 days now to seek and sense and grasp, and know those ever-so-slight shifts that steer the whole year.


Love,
Me