Category: Parenting

Sugar Camp and Type A Personalities. 4

Sugar Camp and Type A Personalities.

Yesterday (Friday) we went to Sugar Camp. Since all the snow is melted, and the sap is now flowing through the trees, working to push nutrients out to the tips of branches for the growth of leaves, it’s time to make maple syrup.  A couple hours north of where we live there’s a parks and rec department that hosts a sugar camp in their maple grove. Rosie got to taste tree water, which is the sap flowing from the tree. There...

On a darky, rainy night… 1

On a darky, rainy night…

I never realized how much I would love having more than one child.  I am so happy.  It’s kind of sickening considering all of the bad things going on in the world, but there it is. Joy. I guess I shouldn’t apologize for it, because it’s crazy wonderful. You know, I am a college drop out.  I dropped out with two semesters left to get my degree.  I gave up a full scholarship that I earned with my perfect high school GPA. I got pregnant and married when I was 19...

Siblings. 0

Siblings.

I have to be honest. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve forever destroyed my relationship with Rosie by adding Ada to the mix.  Rosie used to be the very center of my world.  She was my baby, I always knew every little thing she did and I was always there to snuggle with her, play with her, give her constant attention. Then Ada came along and Rosie had to step aside, because babies need a lot of attention… But.  But, but, but… When I look...

What We Need Is Here: Thoughts. 1

What We Need Is Here: Thoughts.

(Rosie, 14 months old.) When I look back at myself before I became a parent I can see now how immature I was. I had no idea about a lot of things, but I didn’t realize. The biggest thing I was clueless about–my own strength. I think about this often, how parenting has revealed an inner strength I never realized I possessed.  Not just the physical strength of growing babies and birthing them and nourishing them, but a different kind of strength. Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky...

This Place. 1

This Place.

Sometimes I wonder what I am doing here. Why did I have another baby?  Am I ever going to find that perfect balance between my needs, the needs of my children and husband, time for chores, time for homeschooling. I’m only one person, but I have so many roles: Momma to a baby, Mommy to a preschooler, wife, maid, zookeeper, school teacher. This is hard. I need a nap. I still want to have more babies. Bahahaha! Just when I’m ready to roll over and...

1/25/2011 3

1/25/2011

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth, Empty the dustpan, poison the moth, Hang out the washing and butter the bread, Sew on a button and make up a bed. Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue (Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo). Dishes are waiting and bills are past due (Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo). The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew...

1/18/2011 0

1/18/2011

18/365 Can your pets make breakfast? I’ve been trying to pay extra attention to Rosie lately.  I love the way she absolutely lights up when I teach her something new.  She’s big on learning how to do things all by herself lately. Sleep in her own bed?  Check.  Open her own granola bars and string cheese wrappers?  Mhm, and open everyone elses’ for them as well.  Wipe her own bum?  Sometimes yes, sometimes no.  Dress herself in clothes she selects?  Oh,...

Tired. 5

Tired.

I’m really not the parent I want to be lately. As Tyler so nicely put it, my standards are slipping. It’s the exhaustion–I’m always so incredibly tired.  I can’t take it.  I have no patience or energy, I just want to go curl up somewhere and sleep for days. Last night, for example, I was really excited about the season premier of Big Love.  I had to wait until Ada finally fell asleep to watch it–that wasn’t until 11 at night.  After I watched the show it was...

8 Months. 2

8 Months.

It’s been 8 months since the most amazing day ever. I gave birth to my sweet squishy Ada in our bed, in the same spot we’re snuggling in right now as I write this. I caught her with my own two hands while the midwife stood back and made the video. I did it!  I grew her in my womb, felt the top of her head inside of me as I dilated, and I was the first person to hold her. The other day...