Hope your final day of October 2009 aka Halloween was a good one! I’m participating in Brenda’s Photo Challenge as well as showing our photos off over at 5 Minutes For Mom.We took the children to a Trunk or Treat event last Sunday at a church close to our home but actually spent tonight playing games, having a family party of sorts. We’re not huge fans of the spooky aspect of this holiday but definitely enjoy dressing up! And we wear our costumes and dress up accessories year-round! Even our little guy got caught up in the fun and allowed me to put a disco afro wig on his head for all of 2 seconds. Long enough for the photo.
Reflecting on a previous post about being THAT family, I realized that there were bizarre family moments that weren't initiated by the kids. Nope. Not them. The evidence points to the fact that I am THAT Mommy, y'know, the one that...
...Shaved her head completely bald after catching head lice at the pediatrician's office at her firstborn's two week old check-up. Being a first-time nursing Mommy concerned about the chemicals in lice treatment, freaking out about bugs in my very long and thick hair, with a newborn with a full head of hair, I had to take fast action. Concerned friends quietly passed the word about what I'd done and asked for lots of prayer, which is probably what enabled me to get through that first year until my hair grew back. Going bald is not a big deal, but the re-growth is a nightmare. I had a horrible cowlick that caused my hair in the back to grow straight up. No amount of hair product would make that area lay flat until my hair grew long enough - I was sporting bad 80's hair for a l-o-n-g time. ...Challenged a large man over 6 feet tall to step out into the parking lot of our church after service to settle this "once and for all" when he would not stop calling my infant son a "pretty boy," though I had asked him numerous times to stop. I do not tolerate labels being placed on my children, even in jest. It's a major deal with me, and this man would not respect my calm requests to cease. And I was serious about taking this outside (can't fight in church, y'know.)
...Scared my potty-training daughter the first time she made it to the bathroom by shouting with excitement, so she refused to do it again for several months. I am an expressive person. Some might say excitable. Hmm. ...Takes a gazillion pictures of every event that my children participate in, camping out early to get the best seats, crying and beaming - that's Mommyhood 101 isn't it?!! ...Is asked by my daughter to not smile, clap or even look at her (impossible!) during her performances (see previous entry) because it embarrassed her. The ban has finally been lifted, thank God! ...Treats every sporting event that my son participates in like it's the major leagues and takes pictures like I'm shooting for ESPN. Who knows, I may be practicing for a new career in the future! …Starts picking out clothes for the holiday pictures months in advance and finds great pleasure in coordinating outfits, especially for her sons who happen to be born on the same day. I just found a gray, white and red striped sweater for the youngest to match a sweater I purchased for the older one last year. Now off to find clothes for the rest of us – pulling from what we already have and adding to them. So excited!!! …Has folders and folders filled with candid photos of her children, unable to resist capturing their antics and realizing that they’re growing up so quickly.
There are many more moments like these; motherhood has brought out things in me that I didn't know existed, bold actions bordering on the crazies, passion, a tenderness, deep emotions, and a stronger voice. A favorite quote: "I'd fight for my husband but kill for my kids.” True, so very true.
Last night I read an article about the difference a grateful attitude makes, and I realized that I have not been focusing on the things I appreciate in my life. Nope. Too often, the ‘woe is me’ fog settles over me, blocking my vision of everything else but the immediate problem or circumstance. Fog can be romantic when viewed from a distance and from an advantageous height, but it can be debilitating when you are caught in the midst of it.So I choose to ascend the ladder of gratitude by focusing on what I am thankful for:
Sweet Butterfly, my firstborn, my treasure, gifted in so many ways, the motherhood adventure started with you QB, my hero with a tender heart, always concerned for others, especially your sister & brother This Little Man with such a big personality has us all wrapped around his finger (shh, don’t tell him!), so affectionate & delightful This plant has the simple posture of praise, reaching towards the One Who created it, basking in His Light. I cannot forget the One Who brought me out of the prison of Darkness. Sorrow. Torment. Hopelessness. Into the light of Freedom. Peace. Joy. Hope. Lots of Hope. Even when darkness looms and the clouds threaten to obscure the light, His Light pierces through, penetrates the darkness.And the amazing thing is, when it grows darker, the Light becomes more visible.
When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." John 8:12
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight,
O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:14
The lighting is all crazy in the photo, but I wanted to give a quick glimpse into the makings of my cozy corner. I even left a pile of papers on the floor, oh my, and the ragged edges of the curtain (also a work in progress) show in order to be more real. Smile. The reveal will be all the more dramatic because of the current mess. Ok, back to work! I hope to show the finished spot later today. Hurray!
Amber hosts Friend Making Mondays and posts a different question every week. This week’s question is, “What makes you happy?”
Also, spending time with close friends, a great cup of coffee, answered prayer, rainy days, a good book, taking pictures, meeting a goal, putting together gift baskets, being with my family and working through communication challenges. These are some of the things that make me happy. What about you? Join the party and make some new friends in the process!
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 tsp. baking soda
- 1 tsp. cinnamon
- 1/2 tsp. allspice
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 1 cup buttermilk
- 1/4 cup vegetable oil
- 1 egg
- 2/3 cup brown sugar
- 1 16 oz. can of pears, drained and finely chopped
1. Preheat the oven to 350 degress. Line the muffin tin with paper liners. In a medium-sized bowl, sift the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, allspice and salt.
2. In a large bowl, blend the buttermilk, oil, egg and brown sugar. Add the flour mixture to the wet ingredients, stirring until combined. Fold in the pears. Fill the cups 2/3 of the way up. Bake for 18 to 20 minutes or until golden.