Mother’s Day at the strawberry patch

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I had a wonderful Mother’s Day weekend. It was busy, but good. Of course, no Mother’s Day is complete without a gymnastics recital, which kicked off the weekend’s festivities. Lilla was so excited to show off her moves. She has been practicing in the yard for weeks. She did so great. She even had her very own cheering section, led by none other than Miss Bette herself.

I also got a lot of sleep, which I have been desperately craving, and ate some delicious meals, the best being the Mother’s Day breakfast Jay cooked. We also went to the strawberry patch, which has become our Mother’s Day tradition, and then made homemade strawberry jam, from the 8 million strawberries we picked. We even had a visit from Aunt Mimi and Cousin Alex.

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The whole weekend was lovely. And I am so thankful I get to be a mama to these two precious souls. I adore them so!

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Celebrating the Christmas Holiday Season

Sometimes, it seems like it takes forever for December to pass and for Christmas to arrive. And then once it finally does, it feels like the Christmas holiday season is over in a flash.

We tried to make the most of it, with our Advent calendar, and celebrate the season in some way every single day. There were some things we did not do. We did not do many crafts, because well, I hate crafts. We also didn’t do the Elf on the Shelf, because I knew if I had to do one more creative thing on a daily basis during Christmas then that elf would probably end up beheaded and stuffed in my freezer like he had been napped by the mob. And that isn’t very Christmasy.

We did do a lot of activities though. And we watched quite a few movies. And we read a ton of Christmas books. Lilla wrote her first letter to Santa, which we pretended to mail, but I squirreled away to put in her memory box. She asked for her much longed for trampoline, a gymnastics leotard, and Magic Treehouse books.

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One of my favorite activities of the season was the mini-recital Lilla’s ballet class put on. They were the sugar plum fairies.

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Another highlight of our Christmas holiday season was the Christmas program at Bette’s school. I mean, how can you not be excited about hearing 50 deaf kids sing Christmas carols? I couldn’t wait.

Bette, on the other hand, was a little upset when it was time to perform and she cried some major crocodile tears. But sweet Ms. Bitsy was there to comfort her – to hold her little hands, talk to her, and reassure her. We love Ms. Bitsy.

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Once the music started, Bette recovered and rang the heart out of her little bell as they all sort of sang Jingle Bells. She even yelled, “Hey!” at the end.

And I mean, seriously, look at all those cochlear implants.

Have you ever seen such a thing?

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With school finally out, we kicked the weekend before Christmas off by decorating our gingerbread houses. And by decorate I mean Lilla decorated while Bette ate as much candy as possible. We spent the rest of the weekend getting ready for Christmas, with a lot of snuggling, reading, and playing mixed in.

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We went to Poppop and Gigi’s for Christmas Eve, where there was a fire, cocktails, and a delicious, sit down dinner. So it was a good night to go all out, get dressed up and be girly.

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Bette squealed when I pulled out her dress for the evening. And once she was in it, she twirled and flounced her ruffles and immediately showed it off to Lilla and Jay.

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After dinner, presents, and s’mores, we headed home and the girls finally got to open number 24 on the advent calendar. Which was a big box, wrapped with paper and ribbon, that Lilla had been dying to open for days. I packed it with a new nightgowns, popcorn, hot chocolate, and the movie It’s A Wonderful Life, which we watch every Christmas Eve. It was definitely over the girls’ heads, and they didn’t exactly get why it was in black and white, but they hung in there for awhile until it was clear the bed was calling. I think Lilla was hoping Santa would come if she stayed up late enough.

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Christmas morning Lilla came in and crawled in our bed. She didn’t shake us awake. She didn’t say Come on, Come on, Come on! She just snuggled up to me. And it took about ten minutes for it to hit her that it was Christmas. When she finally realized it, she exclaimed, Wait! Today is Christmas! Then she started pushing us out of bed and was hopping to go downstairs.

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I put all the girls presents in monogrammed Santa sacks this year that came from Pottery Barn. Except unfortunately, I got the large size, which was a huge mistake. I didn’t realize how big they would be, or how many presents it would take for them to look full. When they arrived and I pulled them out of the box, I was like Oh, these are so nice. Wait. These are enormous. Shit. 

I put as many of the girls’ presents as I could in boxes so the bags looked full. Headband. In a box. Necklace. In a box. The boxes weren’t exactly proportional to the size of the gift either. But the girls didn’t notice. They just noticed they had big red bags full of presents. And it was a wonderful extravaganza to them.

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I gave Jay and my brother posters of our Instagram pictures. I found a company that lets you selects your pictures and lays them out on a lovely grid for $25.

Lilla also got me an amazing present, that she was so excited to give me, she opened for me. And yes, that is me in my robe.

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I think it was due to all those stupid Jared and Kay jewelry commercials she saw over the holidays, but she got the idea in her head that I needed a diamond ring. That I just had to have one. And she was going to give me one. And she begged Jay to take her shopping for weeks.

Jay managed to talk her down from the diamond part and settle for the ring part. And she picked out a lovely flower ring with a small pink ruby in the middle that is perfect for me to wear every day. She was so pleased and proud that I loved it.

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After breakfast and morning presents were finished, we cleaned up and started getting ready for phase two of our Christmas. The girls put on their Christmas dresses and new red shoes, which elicited more squeals from Bette. And then we waited for our favorite guests to arrive.

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Once everyone was assembled, we got to cooking our Christmas feast. Jay fried the turkeys while Mimi and I cooked in the kitchen. I reset the table with Christmas china and we waited for evening to fall so we could have a candlelight dinner.

I let Bette stay up this year for dinner. Last year, after our terrible Christmas Eve with her, she was off to bed so the adults and Lilla could have a peaceful dinner. I wasn’t sure how cooperative she would be this year. As a rule, we don’t go out to eat as a family. Ever. Not if we can help it. But Jay thought she would be able to handle it. And turns out, she was pretty good. At least, she didn’t yell, which was a huge improvement. After dinner, we opened presents and the girls finally crashed at about 10:30pm.

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With the holidays now behind us, we are trying to enjoy these last few days before school starts again. We are soaking up our mornings at home with no where to go and nothing to do.

I love mornings at home with my girls and I wish we had many more of together. But Bette is on her own path that God has set for her, and I know we are trading all those mornings at home for something so much better. As the days wind down until school starts again, I have to remind myself we are trading up. Yes, we are definitely trading up. But I am still trying to savor every minute of having her home.

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We had a wonderful Christmas holiday season. I hope you did as well, my friends! Happy New Year!

 

Dealing with the In-laws

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I do not have a mother-in-law. At least, not anymore. She passed away a long time time ago.

Jay does not have a mother-in-law either. She passed away a long time ago too.

We both have step-mothers, so technically we have step mother in-laws. But neither of our step-mothers have tried to take on the role of mother in-law. They have just tried to be our friends. They are sweet and kind and place very few expectations on Jay and I or our children. The result of which is a lot of peace in our family.

So it may seem like I am the last person qualified to comment on the issue of dealing with the in-laws, seeing as how I really don’t have to face those types of issues too often anymore.

But neither Jay or I got on fabulously with our mother in-laws. And at times, things were difficult. Extremely difficult.

And since our mothers died, I have had a lot of time to think about my own relationship with my mother in-law. I have had a lot of time to reflect on why we didn’t get along well, and what I could or should have done differently.

And because it is that time of year again, the time of year when you have to spend time with your family, or your wife’s family, or your husband’s family, I thought I would share a couple of little secrets with you. Secrets that I have gleaned from looking back over the years at those messy, complicated relationships. Secrets that I hope will help you in dealing with the in-laws and all those people in your family that you don’t like.

Secret #1: Should is irrelevant.

Look, I know how it goes. I know she said you looked like a wet rat the last time she saw you because your hair was wet. I know she got loaded at your wedding and then lost her shoes and spent the entire evening barefoot. I know he is sarcastic and rude and takes absolutely no personal interest in you. I know he is dishonest and you can’t believe half the things that come out of his mouth.

And I know they have done a million hurtful, irritating, and aggravating things.

But really, it doesn’t matter. IT DOES NOT MATTER. Not because how you feel, or how your in-laws make you feel, doesn’t matter. That does matter. How you feel does matter. But the reason it doesn’t matter is because I bet half of the things you are upset about involve the word should.

She should know better.

He shouldn’t have done that.

She should keep her mouth shut. I mean, who says something like that?

Our relationship should be better.

She should back off.

And I am here to tell you, as your friend, that should is irrelevant. Should does not matter.

Because should is not about the other person. Should is about you. Should is about your expectations. Should is about what you want.

Should is about how you want things to be. Should is about how you want the other person to be. And should is about how you want your relationship to be.

And I am not saying you are wrong. In fact, you are probably right. You are probably dead on correct that your family or in-laws should not be doing whatever it is they always seem to be doing to bug you or hurt you.

But they obviously don’t see things the same way you do. If they did, they wouldn’t persist in doing the things that bother you. But that doesn’t mean they are intentionally trying to bug you. They probably aren’t. It probably isn’t personal.

I mean, it could be. I am not going to deny there are some selfish, vindictive people out there who may actually be trying to hurt you. But let’s give them the benefit of the doubt and say that, whatever it is they are or aren’t doing, it probably isn’t personal.

And it probably isn’t personal, because most of us, without even meaning to, live in our own worlds. And each of us are the center of our own little world. Yes, maybe our children and spouse inhabit those worlds with us, but at the end of the day, we are all still the center of our own little world. And each and every last one of us have our very own list of shoulds.

Your mother in-law has her list. So does your sister. And your brother in-law. We all have our list of what we think someone else should or shouldn’t be doing. And when those lists conflicts, well then, it becomes impossible to get along.

The best thing you can do, for your own sake, and the sake of your family, is let go of all your shoulds. Of course, I know you don’t want to. I know you don’t feel like it. I know it feels like you are giving in and letting them win. Or you are letting their screwed up view the world and the stupid way they go about things win. I totally get that.

But you are not. I promise. Instead, you are setting yourself free. Free from disappointment. Free from unfulfilled expectations. Free from all the irritation and aggravation.

You need to let go of your shoulds. Let go of as many as you can. Some will be easier to let go of than others. But like a handful of balloons, let them go. Let them go and set yourself free.

Secret #2: Focus on who you want to be and how you want other people to see you. Not on who the other person should be or how they should act.

My advice: think about yourself. Not them.

Think about you. Not the people who grate on you or just plain piss you off.

Which sounds very unchristian. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Aren’t we supposed to put the interests of others ahead of our own?

Except I don’t mean it quite like that. What I mean is, think about yourself and who you want to be. Think about how you want other people to see you.

Do you want people to think you are kind? Then be kind.

Do you want people to feel welcome in your home? Then be welcoming.

Do you want to people to think you are helpful? Then be helpful.

Focus on the person you want to be. Not on the person you want your mother in-law or sister in-law to be.

Because we all know you can’t change them and never will. So really, you are just wasting precious emotional energy thinking about them and their issues that you could be directing toward something better.

You don’t have to change your personality. You don’t have to be somebody different. If you are reserved and quiet, you don’t have to be all bubbly and boisterous because that is what your mother in-law likes.

What we’re talking about is you being you. But you being the best you you can be. You being the person you aspire to be.

Because when you do that, you know that your side of the street is clean. You know did the right thing. And that you did what you were supposed to do.

And although you start out by thinking about yourself and who you want to be, without even meaning to, you end up putting other people first.

You wanted to be helpful. So you looked for ways to be helpful. And you helped other people more than you ever would have before, when you were busy thinking about how annoying your husband’s sister is.

In your effort to be helpful, kind, or whatever, you put the interests, comfort, and needs of others first.

Which is what God calls us to do anyway. He calls us to put the needs of others ahead of our own.

God doesn’t tell us we should do it.

He tells us to actually do it. Even when we are dealing with our in-laws. With God’s help and through his grace, we are to put the interests and needs of others ahead of our own.

Because like I said, should is irrelevant.

Much love and Merry Christmas, friends!

 

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How Not To Get Into The Christmas Spirit

This was originally posted on December 16, 2011…. We have come a long way in a year!

I have been struggling.
To get into the Christmas spirit.
I don’t know why.
Because I love the Christmas season.

But there have been a lot of distractions.
And other things going on.
And the 70 degree weather.
Well, it is not helping one bit.

I have been thinking all week.
That if I can just make it through Thursday.
Which is our last day of appointments and therapies.
I will then start to feel Christmasy.

We had our post-surgery appointment today.
Bette is doing fine.
But the doctor had to clean blood out one of her ears.
Which she screamed bloody murder about.

But we got through it.
And then sat in traffic for awhile.
And everyone was fussy and hungry.
So I decided we needed an early dinner out.

We went to a neighborhood place.
Where the owners know us.
And they are always helpful.
And the service is fast.

I thought it would be easy.
And it was, for about seven minutes.
Until Bette refused to sit.
In her high chair for one second longer.

So I moved her into the booth with me.
But she kept touching.
My very hot plate and screaming.
Which was just awesome.

 

When she wasn’t screaming.
She was flirting with the people next to us.
And actually hanging into their booth.
But they were very gracious about it.

I got us out of there as fast as I could.
But as we were going, there was a battle of wills.
About Bette wearing her shoes.
Which I soundly lost.

We finally made it to the register to pay.
Where an older gentleman was reading.
Every effing word on the menu.
Before he placed his to-go order.

We stood and waited.
And Bette started wiggling.
And fussing and then wrestling with me.
Because she was hell bent on getting down.

But I couldn’t let her down.
She didn’t have shoes on.
We battled it out right there.
Until she screamed as loud as she could.

She scared the crap out of the man placing his takeout order.
I apologized to him.
But it did have the positive effect.
Of making him hurry up.

When it was finally our turn.
I slapped some cash down and then found our server.
And shoved the change at him for his tip.
I know, Nice.

We made our way out of the restaurant.
And it was then that I realized my arm was wet.
And so were Bette’s leggings.
And I think, Damn it!

As we walk to the car.
I contemplate the probability.
That the wetness I am feeling is something harmless.
I put that probability at very low.

Because I know what it is.
It is shit.
It is shit on my arm and hands.
And all over her pants.

We get to the car.
Lilla climbs in.
But there are street performers nearby.
So she totally zones me out.

I check Bette’s diaper.
And sure enough.
It is shit.
And I can’t even help myself from saying the F-word.

I strip off her leggings.
And change her diaper.
And wipe her down.
And then strap her back into her car seat.

I stop for a moment and look at Bette.
She smiles at me.
Because she is clean and happy.
And has a full tummy.

She claps her hands.
And tries to say, YAAAAAY!
And she is so cute trying to say her little words.
That I laugh and smile too.

We drive home.
I tell Lilla how good she was all day.
The girls play and laugh in the backseat.
And I calculate how long it is until bedtime.

And I think that any day now.
The Christmas spirit is going to hit me.
But it will probably stick better on a day.
When I don’t end up covered in shit.

 

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Thoughts On Gifts, Giving and Not Raising Grateful Kids This Christmas

There is something that seems to be afoot. Something I keep hearing about. I keep seeing blog posts about it. And my friends are talking about it.

And it is the idea of not giving gifts for Christmas. The purpose being that if we don’t give gifts to each other, but more specifically to our kids, we will be able to raise more grateful kids.

Kids who look out instead of in. Kids who think of others first. Kids who see ways to serve others before they satisfy their own desires.

And maybe it is my sinful nature. Or my fleshly desires. Or I am more greedy than I realize. But I hate that idea.

I totally and completely hate it.

At first, it just sort of rubbed me the wrong way. But then it started percolating around in my head. And now, it just aggravates me. It has gotten under my skin and when I think about it, it makes me all itchy and irritable.

Because while that idea seems, from a certain angle, to be admirable, frugal, and even biblical, it is also throwing a whole bunch of cold water on the most magical time of year. The time of year that is full of parties, people and presents. The time of year that is about food and family. And the one time of year that is about generosity and the spirit of surprise.

We are giving Lilla a trampoline for Christmas this year. It is not coming from Santa, but from us. And she has been asking for a trampoline for two years.

The reason we did not get her one before now is because I didn’t think something that big and special should just show up at our house, one day in the middle of the year, for no good reason.

Because for my kids, most of what they are given throughout the year is what they need. There are a few surprises here and there, for birthdays and such. But most of the time, when they want something the answer is no. And it should be. Our kids shouldn’t think they should get something just because they ask for it in the middle of Target.

And for most of the year, the path for my kids to get something new involves chores and earning money. They must save what they earn and then buy whatever it is they have their eye on. Which means they learn to wait. They learn about delayed gratification. And they learn about working hard and the value of a dollar.

Except a trampoline is not something a six year old can, in a practical sense, earn money and save for. I mean, she could, but she probably wouldn’t save enough to buy one until she is ready to go off to college.

So, it is up to us, as her parents, to either get her a trampoline or not.

Except that if a trampoline just showed up on our doorstep one day, then Lilla might get the idea that just because she asked or talked about something she wanted, then she would automatically receive one. Or she might start to think that we as her parents are here just to fulfill her desires as she voices them. Or she might think that if she asked enough or begged enough, we would eventually give in and get her what she wanted.

And I was not interested in going down any of those roads with her.

So other than her birthday, Christmas was the only time I felt good about giving her a trampoline. A trampoline that she has patiently waited for. A trampoline that she has sincerely wanted, that I have no doubt she will use every single day.

And by giving it to her at Christmas, we are giving it to her with no strings attached. We have not held it over her head. We have not dangled it in front of her. There has been no discussion about being naughty or nice. We are not holding her emotionally hostage over it.

We are giving it to her simply because in her little girl heart, it is what she wants more than anything. A place to jump and run on. A place to practice her beloved gymnastics. And a place to play with her sister and friends.

And as her mother, I want to honor the desires of her heart. I want to honor her patience. I want to honor her hope that this will be the year she gets a trampoline.

Because God, in His goodness and greatness as our Father, does the same for us. He honors the desires of our heart. Not all of them, because He knows what would be good and what would be detrimental to us. But when He can, in accordance with His will and His divine plan, He gives us the desires of our heart.

In different seasons of life, God gives us different things. Some seasons, He gives us only what we need. In other seasons, it feels like he isn’t giving us quite enough. At other times, He gives us abundance.

But God does not limit that abundance to only non-material items. He does not limit His gifts to only our areas of need, like food, clothing, and shelter. No, when God gives us abundance it comes in both material and non-material items.

Because of His love for us, God pours out good things into our lives. And when we come to Him, He listens to our prayers and the urgings inside our hearts. He does not mock us. He does not put us down for what we want. And He says Yes! to our requests, giving to us freely and willingly, much more than we could ever deserve.

And I want to show my own children that kind of love. The kind of love that lets them know it is safe for them to come to me for anything, to ask me for anything. The kind of love that patiently listens to their hearts and desires. The kind of love that gives them not only what they need, but also, when it is right and good, what they want. The kind of love that pours good things of all shapes and sizes into their lives. Even when those good things take on the shape of a trampoline.

And so for this Christmas, and for every Christmas hereafter, the answer to my children will be YES!

If you, then, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask Him.* 

*Matthew 7:11

 

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