Reading and eating

I’ve been reading all weekend. I’m most happy when I’m in the middle of three or four books. This weekend, my selections were For Times of Trouble by Jeffrey R. Holland (for reflection); C.S. Lewis: A Biography by Roger Lancelyn Green and Walter Hooper (for more reflection); Love, Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli (because I loved the author’s book, Stargirl); and Oddfellow’s Orphanage by Emily Winfield Martin (for its illustrations).

While I have been reading, the kids have been skiing, eating, resting in bed because they are sick, eating, reading, practicing music, eating, sledding down the driveway, eating, building snowmen, and (apparently) eating.

There is one orange, an apple, one piece of ham, and a couple of pieces of leftover lasagna in the refrigerator. The milk is nearly gone and the snacks in the pantry have been swept clean. You would never know that I went grocery shopping on Friday.

It’s been a little while since Timothy was mentioned

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Our Timothy is TEN, goes to Webelos, skiis, reads all of the time, plays piano smashingly, and continues to melt my heart every day.

Perhaps my favorite thing about Timothy these days is the way he greets me when I pick him up at school. No matter what, he’ll give me the biggest smile and hug, right in front of his friends, even if they are talking to him.

Without words, he says, “Excuse me, but I see my mom and I always give her a hug. Your story will just have to wait until tomorrow.” He gives me a hug and all of his attention shifts from his friends to me and Mark as we walk down the hill together.

I am incredibly proud of Timothy. He has made all of the transitions of the past  6 months with courage and smiles and unabashed hugs.

Thank you, Caroline Ingalls and Marilla Cuthbert

Practicing different songs at the same time!

I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but I have never read the Little House books. I have read a few of them, but I missed the overall experience along the way. I’m trying to read them straight through.

These books inspire me to cook things with gravy and cornmeal. They also remind me to be a better housekeeper. Caroline Ingalls and Mrs. Wilder belong in the same category as Marilla Cuthbert for excellent housekeeping. This is what I needed for January reading, since the house has collected a little clutter over the past month. I’ve completed all kinds of extra little jobs, inspired by these stories.

The kids are also getting whipped into shape after Christmas time sloth. They’re coming home to job lists because the best kind of people know how to work. I never give my kids chores. I give them jobs. The choice of names conveys an important message.

They all approach their jobs differently, but an incentive is important for my boys. Our incentives always involve screen time: computer, t.v., or Wii. They must really want to watch something today, because I just found Daniel and Timothy practicing different songs on two different instruments in the same room. I’ll let them get away with it today because they are sharing so nicely.

A little hike

Little Cottonwood Canyon is about 4 minutes from our house. I decided to take the kids on an introductory hike to see how things looked from higher up on the mountain.

The locals said it was easy and only a half a mile. Baloney. It was hard.

But like any good hike, there is a reward when you can’t go another step.

I let the kids walk around the reservoir while I curled up in the shade and cooled off.

It was a gorgeous place to rest.

I love going on adventures with my kids.

This weekend was such a gift. The kids had some days off from school and the weather was gorgeous. We saw cousins on two different days; Richard and I spoke in church; Paige played a piano solo in sacrament meeting. These have been really good days.

Innocence on September 11th

photo taken just days before September 11, 2001

Somehow it’s therapeutic to retell where we were when terrible events happened. I was home in Austin, Texas with little Paige and Daniel and a neighbor baby on the morning of September 11, 2001. As the news spread, another neighbor left her babies with me as she ran to the school to pick up her daughter. I gathered the five innocents on the little toddler bed in our school room and turned off the television that replayed events too terrible for them to see. I was grateful that our home was a safe haven for the children who were in my care that day. That evening I put on my Cub Scout uniform and spent time with the Cub Scouts, talking and listening, numb and sad, but feeling the pride of that American flag on the uniform. I have always felt grateful that I was surrounded by innocent children on that day.

 

Details vs. Vision

When people ask me, “So what are you going to do with all of that time now that you’re not home schooling?” I can’t agree that I have “all of that time.” In a related conversation, a mother of 6 in my ward, introducing herself, said, “I just stay at home.”

In my opinion, there is no “JUST” staying at home.

School, public or home, requires a lot from a parent. Raising children means doing most things with a lack of sleep, even when the baby years are over. It requires a lot of shopping. It involves renting instruments and buying music; there are trips to Scouts, ballet, and piano lessons. It’s getting up early to take them to seminary and staying up late waiting for them to come home from the dance. Good parenting is seeing that appropriate jobs are assigned and completed and that the family is exercising and eating healthy foods. It’s enforcing reading time and bedtime and limiting computer use. It’s saying no to sleepovers and inappropriate movies. Those are the details of parenting.

And then there is the vision part of parenting. It’s being aware of emotional, intellectual, social, spiritual, and physical needs. As children grow older, this becomes more complex. My best parenting takes place when I have a refrigerator full of food, a well-planned menu, and I have been reading my scriptures and saying my prayers. It’s at these times that I have the clearest vision of what my children need.

I prefer vision over details. I always have. So, with my extra hours in the morning, I will see that there is food in the refrigerator and that I’m maintaining my relationship with the Lord so I can have better understanding of His plan for us.

Someone suggested that when kids go to school it allows mothers to prepare themselves so they can be more present when their kids are home. I can’t completely agree because nothing comes automatically in family life. Just because I have time doesn’t mean I will use it well. Also, when I was home schooling, the Lord provided a way for me to do it all. I cooked our meals, cleaned our house, and at various times served as a Relief Society President, a primary teacher, a Cub Scout den leader, Cub Committee Chair, a member of a RS and Primary presidency, and a Young Women president… all while providing an education for my children.

During those home schooling years, Heavenly Father handled the vision and the details. And as I move forward, sometimes with teary eyes and heartache, I am trusting that this pattern will continue because I need just as much help as I did then.

Smile first.

Recently I watched a young child inch his way from the back of the room to the front to get closer to his mother during a meeting. He picked a spot on one of the front rows and gazed up at her, anticipating her return. As she walked to her seat, the child, obviously so anxious to be with his mother uttered a little, “Mama,” hoping for a hug and a joyful reunion. She was embarrassed and upset with him. As she picked him up, he read all of her signs and began to cry. She wasn’t happy to see him waiting for her on the front row, after all.

This person did something that is easy for us to do: we forget to smile first.

I’m feeling a bit forlorn today because I have to leave my boys for a few days. It makes me wish that I’d had more time to love them before I have to leave. I’ve spent the day folding their newly washed clothes and helping them plan a menu and shop for goodies. What I wish I could do is spend the day playing games with them. Circumstances have made that impossible. But maybe you could think of this mom today and remember to accept your children and not worry about things that don’t matter… especially what “other people might think” of your parenting if you decide to smile at them first and correct them later.

A letter to my Kindergarten boy

Dear Mark,

I am so proud of you. You have had a great Kindergarten year! Sometimes people can’t remember Kindergarten very well. Here are some things that I remember about this special year in your life.

Here's how you look when you're happy in the woods.
You came with us on all of our hikes and you were filled with wonder.
You played on the trampoline a lot.
You are a good friend.
I like how you always help out when we make things in the kitchen.
Remember how we helped you learn your math facts? You learned them so well!
You had good times outside with the dog.
You painted a lot of sunsets. You are good at that!
You worked hard to learn how to write your letters well.
I'm proud of you for working so hard!
You were brave and climbed many hills.
You had many adventures.
You learned a scary lesson when you got lost: "Stay with the pack!"
You saw the Hoover Dam from the bridge that shook with each passing car.
We didn't think you cared, but months later when we were talking about Geronimo, you said, "I saw his rifle!"
You did a good job in art class. Here is the day you made a mosaic with tiles.
Here is your mosaic. It's a sunset, of course!
You loved the tram in Sabino Canyon.
T-ball was an important milestone for you.
You have a nifty red helmet and bat and you played really well!
Some mornings you did school in your pajamas, and that's kind of fun, isn't it?
You worked hard each Saturday to earn some time on the Wii.
You made a goal to read the Boxcar Children and you did it!
You have been such a smart, dedicated, and happy student. I love you!

I know you are looking forward to adding history and spelling to your subjects next year. You will be a great first grader! I love you, I love you, XOXOXOX -Mom