Cleaning Out The Attic

Oct 17, 2014 by

Last Saturday, as the rain poured down outside, my husband and I decided to tackle one of the the items on our housekeeping bucket list – organizing the attic.  Yes, it would have been more fun to lounge around the house in our PJs eating grilled cheese sandwiches and watching old movies, but this chore was on our list for awhile and we thought it was a good time to check another thing off the list.

Since we have a finished basement, our attic has become the catch-all for anything that we don’t know what to do with – along with holiday decorations and mementos from our high school and college years, we store anything and everything that we don’t want to toss or donate up there.  After living in our home for more than nine years, it’s become a maze of clear plastic bins piled precariously on top of each other.  We decided that a rainy Saturday was prime time to get organized.

Describing the Indescribable

Oct 14, 2014 by

Motherhood. What an experience, huh? Constantly filled with so many emotions, often conflicting, sometimes irrational, always humbling. My feelings toward my relatively new title of “MOM” change from day to day, minute by minute. One second I’m filled with so much joy and love I think my heart might explode. The next second I am completely overwhelmed, scared, and utterly convinced I’m failing. Regardless of what unpredictable emotion I may be experiencing at that moment, one thing I’ve noticed in my 3 ½ short years of motherhood is the connectedness I feel to other mothers. We may have different backgrounds, be different ages and of different races, have birthed our babies or adopted them, have different ideals, parenting techniques, etc. but above all, we share this indescribable bond that is Motherhood.

What’s mine is mine, and what’s yours is mine!

Oct 14, 2014 by

images[7]My brother and I fought like typical siblings. After an afternoon of playing we would need alone time and naturally an argument would occur. My brother still holds some deep-seated resentment about these events, and I recognize having a younger sister was somewhat traumatizing for him.

Over thirty years later, I am parenting an older boy and younger girl, with a similar gap in age. Their arguments are familiar and often remind me of my childhood. This past weekend I had an opportunity to catalog a series of arguments and learned a few things about how my children relate to one another (and how I respond).

Sharing does not come naturally, unless you have more than your sibling. In that case, you are more than willing to share what is leftover and feel rather noble about your charity. This often reminds me of some work situations.

My response the first time this happened was to calmly offer, “we share equally.” After the fifth incident Saturday morning, even the neighbors heard be shout, “WE SHARE EQUALLY!”

Life is a marathon, not a sprint!

Oct 7, 2014 by

“It’s a marathon, not a sprint”, is my comment when asked how my day is going. This has become a theme running through my life lately. I’ve only been cleared to run for the past six weeks, so I’m not referring to my exercise routine. Let me explain what I mean. I have a new job, my dream job really, and developing a new program is both exciting and tedious. I can clearly envision the end goal, but it simply takes time and a lot of determination to develop ‘something new’.

My health needs have become a necessary and ongoing focus in my life. In my twenties I could care less about yearly check ups or the quality of the food I ate. Now that I have a family that depends on me daily for basic needs, love and support, I have to care about myself in ways I never imagine. After we committed our family to one month of ‘clean’ eating, I discovered that I am the person with the most food allergies. Go figure! I now research dairy-free, nut-free, and soy-free organic recipes. I often cook two hours before going to work, after an hour at the gym. So I realize my health is not a short-term fix, it’s a long-term commitment.

Middle School, The Simpsons, and Coffee

Oct 3, 2014 by

Do you remember when you were pregnant with your first child and everyone warned you that your life was about to radically change, but you didn’t really grasp the enormity of that statement? Guess what? It happens again when your first, or, in my case, only, child goes to middle school…and I’m a little shell-shocked.

It started on the first day.  He decided that he wanted to walk to school with a couple of the kids from the neighborhood – so, at 7:25 in the morning, I watched him walk away from our house wearing a backpack that was almost bigger than him.  After shutting the door, I had the sense that my little baby bird had flown the coop.  He no longer needed me to drive him and walk him into school as I had done in kindergarten, or pull up to the drop off line at elementary school, he was self-sufficient – getting himself to school on his own. Cue the tears…

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