This post below deserves a read. It is a real blog post in so many ways. Shares information about mothering, shares what the author learned through blogging, through mothering. Its just a record, a thought, a glimpse. Its important.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Hazel wants to go to Africa. For her 5th birthday. Well, I couldn't quite pull that off. I like simple celebrations for children's parties because, when you have 2.5 children someones birthday is always around the corner. Not only do I not want a big expense, but if I spend a lot of time preparing for the parties I find myself telling the girls to wait for me while I work. I figure, they would rather help a happy mama bake cupcakes and contribute to the decorations. Our library has a wonderful service where you can pick out what you want on line and reserve it to be ready for you when you come. I choose a handful of African children's CDs and books and had them ready for us. We made cake and the girls set up the outdoors while we waited for our dear friends. Hazel refused to believe she was actually 5 until after the party, despite turning 5 last saturday and having already had several family celebrations. Now, we are officially a big girl.
Lyra likes to go in for the squeeze, which is why I have
that look on my face
Thursday, March 15, 2012
The earth is warming, and green tips beginning to show. The sun light changes, and there is something familiar and somewhat sad in it color, in the angle of the sun coming through the bare tree limbs. Suddenly, I feel her so close and remember those spring days from last year. This week, last year, my tiny girl stopped growing strong. Then over the next two weeks my body let her go. But her spirit stayed so close all year long, I feel it further away now. Until this week. Even with the stirrings and pounding of her brother beating my insides, I miss her.
Monday, March 5, 2012
I cleaned the kitchen. Dusted corners. Removed string things and paper crafts and tiny bits of felt. Because ya know, my girls bring me gifts. I also removed flowers, and leaves. More gifts. I do love presents. So in less then 12 hours the string things and knitted goodies and rocks are returned. Hazel walks into the kitchen and asks if I want " a piece of string". Thinking this is a random string-I say, no. Politely. When she leaves I am reprimanded by Lyra " You know you should say yes, because she wants people to want her crafts". Agreed. oh- I have to go- another flower delivery. purple crocus.