Thursday, April 28, 2011

Almost Heaven

"How far to heaven? Just open your eyes and look. You are in heaven" -Shankar


From Teton Park and fair



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From Darby Canyon September 2010



Of course, heaven is likely even better than where we are now, but when things look rough, I can't help but think about how lucky I am. Of course, I am lucky to have a wonderful family, a home and a job. One of the things that makes me luckier than most, however, is that this: 


From Redfish 2010


is my backyard. Not literally, but pretty close. My kids don't have to spend all day in the car to see a beautiful mountain, or to hike on a trail where no one else is hiking. Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks can be day trips. I got to grow up in beautiful country, and my children are getting the same opportunity. There is absolutely no feeling like coming over a hill and seeing the Sawtooths, or the Tetons, or the beautiful mountains of Glacier National Park. It truly makes you feel just a bit closer to God. 


Mama’s Losin’ It




Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Working Mom Guilt

I was reading one of my favorite blogs this morning- Work, Wife, Mom, Life, and read her story about her daughter saying she worked too much. Absolutely sad and heart-wrenching. In the comments, there were a few moms that said they wanted to be stay-at-home moms, but couldn't. I totally understand these women. I used to be one of them.

Of course, I still am a woman who has to work — I bring absolutely necessary income into the family, and I'm carry the health insurance for our family. And there are a lot of things I miss/wish I could do with my kids during the day while I'm at work. For awhile, I dwelled on those things- story time at the library, play groups, leisurely mornings with the kids. I still miss those things, and especially the wonderful people I met when I was able to do them. But one day, about a year ago, I realized something. When I spend my time wishing I was home instead of at work, my kids feed on that negativity. They can sense when I'd rather not go to work, and they get sad too. 

When I tell them I am going to work, rather than "I have to go to work," it's a whole different attitude, especially with Anne Marie. She has lots of friends, and three days a week she gets to spend the whole day with them, playing, doing crafts and spending lots of time outside. When I drop off Thomas, he RUNS to the door of his room, then bursts in and puts on a little dancing show for his teacher. When I pick him up, he runs to me, saying, "mama, mama," but he isn't crying. He's happy when I drop him off, happy when I leave. Despite what we hear from commentators everywhere, the word daycare doesn't have to conjure up pictures of a dark, gloomy room with sad children. Sometimes, it's a bright sunny room with a loft or a slide, long kid-sized tables with constant access to crayons, paints and puzzles, giant tubs of toy trains and dress-up clothes, and a big playground with slides, grass, sandboxes and climbing toys and a pathway where trikes can be ridden. Sometimes it means trips to the museum or rodeo or to see a play. One of my stay-at-home mom friends said her son begged her to go to daycare for his birthday when he drove by and saw all the children having fun outside.

A positive attitude makes me a better mother, employee and wife. When I am at work, I am able to focus on my job, rather than dreaming about the things I have missed. When I am at home, I am able to appreciate the time I do have with my children, and enjoy gardening with them in the backyard, going for a hike or sitting down and coloring. Matt doesn't have to feel like he is making me or the kids unhappy because his one income isn't supporting all of us, because we are happy in our lives.

As mothers, we get tremendous amounts of guilt laid on us, much of it from other mothers. Those of us who work hear, "It must be so hard not to stay home," or "I could never leave my children." Those of us who stay home are constantly told that they must be the first to volunteer or make cookies because they "aren't busy all day." We're made to feel guilty if we enjoy our jobs, either in an office or at home.

Everyone is different, but in my life, I know I have been much happier and more fulfilled since I shed that guilt. I know I am doing what's best for my family. It's OK to enjoy what I do at work and to allow myself to see purpose in my job, rather than thinking of it only as a necessity. It's OK to miss my kids without feeling like a horrible mother. It's OK to work hard at work, but leave at 5 and not think about work again until the next day. It's even OK to leave at 3, or even take a sick day once in awhile to do something fun with your children. It's OK to leave the workforce for awhile if it's what you want, even if you have spent your adult life building that career. Our kids will be fine. We'll be fine.


Friday, April 15, 2011

Things I am ignoring

It is pitiful how much I have ignored this blog. Poor blog. If anyone is still looking, I'm sorry I've neglected you.


Truth is, I've been tired, and there have been too many things I've been ignoring. Here's a list of things I've not dealt with:
  •  I haven't taken a photo in a long time. I've been on trips, witnessed milestones, and still not taken photos. In a spectacularly bad parenting move, I forgot to bring a camera to Anne Marie's 4th birthday party- her first "friend" party. I still feel horrible about that. 
  • We have a potty seat, big boy underwear and all potty training supplies, but I haven't done anything to potty train Thomas. He does, however, sing some song his sister taught him that ends with, "taste your underwear." Uggh.
  • While we're on potty talk, Anne Marie confessed to me that she tried to pee standing up at school awhile ago. Poor teachers! Then she told me she can't pee standing up because, "Girls only have buns." I should have done some explaining, but I just left it with, "Girls don't pee standing up." 
  • We have a room in our home aptly named the Room of Doom. Every once in awhile, Matt and I say to each other, "We should clean that room up." We don't do it. 
Now that I've had my confession, here are the good things you've been missing. Anne Marie had an incredible ski season. If you click the link below the photo, you can see a video.


From Anne Marie ski

 Now, Anne Marie is doing dance and soccer, and loves them both. 

Thomeas turned 2, talks like crazy, and sings every chance he gets. Life is pretty good. I think I'll start documenting it again.

Monday, January 3, 2011

New Years Resolutions

Despite the best efforts of Matt, I already missed my first New Year's Resolution: getting to work on time. I arrived today at 14 minutes late. Maybe tomorrow.

Here are the other things I want to do: 

• Get less chunky
• Have a house that is easier to clean because I don't thrash it every day.

We'll see how things go. :)

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Can I really do it all?

A lot of days, I feel like I am just barely staying afloat. Some days, things just fall into place.

Take Monday. I had a full day of work, picked up the kids, and went home. Matt was working an evening shift, so we were on our own, but I still managed to make dinner, even without my trusty crockpot, complete with protein, veggies and starch. But that's not all. We made cookies and cut them out, even with Thomas "helping." We did the dishes, with Thomas emptying the dishwasher and handing me utensils and dishes one at a time. The flour-covered children were bathed and bedded by 8:30 p.m. It was a holiday miracle.

I love the days when you can actually do it all.


 

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

National Premature Awareness Day

Did you know that one in eight babies is born too soon? Today is National Premature Awareness Day, and I just wanted to publicly thank all of the nicu nurses who cared for my baby late at night when she couldn't be home with me for her first 18 days of life. The nicu nurses who cared for Anne Marie are incredibly competent health care providers, but they are much more. They sit with crying parents, and compassionately deal with women who are emotional from the roller coaster of pregnancy combined with uncertainty about their children. They take 1 a.m. calls from mothers who are up pumping, wishing they could be up feeding their baby instead — I never called, but they always offered, and it made a difference just knowing that I could.

They always made sure that all the little girls, even the tiniest ones, had bows in their hair and that all babies had specially decorated nameplates on their isolettes. I don't know if they understand how much that touched me and relieved my anxiety. I felt like it was a sign that they cared for her, not just as a patient, but as a little girl. In my mind, I thought, "If a nurse is going to take the time to comb my baby's hair and put bows in it, she sees her as a person, and really cares."

I credit the nicu nurses for bringing my little girl from here:

From Anne Marie hospital


To here:

From Anne Marie hospital

To here:

From Redfish 2007

It's because of them that I have this cute little girl today:

From Teton Park and fair


So, nicu nurses, know that we are forever grateful, and that you and those you care for are always in my prayers. 

Friday, November 12, 2010

Mean Girls

I came across this blog posting this morning. Not only was it wonderfully written, but it had a great point about how to create a kinder world.

For anyone who doesn't read it, the blogger talked about how as parents, when we let our kids to say no to playdates or birthday parties, simply because they would rather not play with a particular child, it can sometimes send a bad message. It talks about how it is our job to teach our children kindness towards others, and by helping them to socialize with other types of children, we are teaching them to live well in the world. She mentioned her daughter, who was shunned by her once-friends at school in a pretty classic girl-bullying situation. In the comments, there were many stories from adults who remembered inviting the entire class to a birthday party and had no one show up. To me, it's heartbreaking.

We want to give our children choices and freedom, and for the most part, that's a good thing. I give Anne Marie clothing choices. I let her pick the vegetable we have for dinner each night. She can choose who she wants to invite to her birthday party, but she can't choose not to be compassionate. To quote one my favorite parts of the blog:

... don't make it seem like rejecting another child's friendly overtures is some sort of noble or enlightened choice. It's not. It's mean and selfish. Unless there are safety issues, it's a way to send a message to your child that you don't have to care about anyone unless it's an easy thing for you to do.

My kids don't have to like everyone, but I hope they always know to be compassionate and respectful to everyone.
Children can be cruel to each other, and many times, it can be for no reason other than the wrong hair color or a strange shirt. Even at 3, Anne Marie was completely devastated when another little girl at daycare told her, "I'm not your friend anymore." She talked about it for days. According to her teacher, she was heartbroken, and sobbed when it happened.

Luckily, at 3, these things blow over — the girl said she was sorry and gave Anne Marie a hug, and things were better, at least a little bit. And I've heard Anne Marie turn a girl down who asked, "Will you be my best friend today?" The girl, unfazed, said, "Well, then will you be my best friend when we go outside?" Anne Marie said, "Sure."

But as my children grow, I know there will be other times, and probably some times when they are the ones who choose to be unkind. We all have moments like that, and most of us regret them.

There are plenty of things I want to teach my children, but the most important is empathy. It's not necessarily innate for a child to think of how another child feels before acting. It's something we have to teach them. And if everyone took a moment to consider others before opening their mouths, I think our whole society might be a bit kinder.