July 22, 2013
The 7th Monday: Being a mom can be humbling and a wee bit embarrassing.
First, we stopped at our little library in Montague and checked out a fresh stack of books. (Embarrassing moment: Realizing someone had censored a scantily clad photo of a busty woman in one of the books by taping a little scrap of paper over the picture which made my six-year-old all the more curious what was under that little piece of orange paper.)
Next, we took a bike ride along the Hart-Montague bicycle trail. (Humbling moment: Harper throwing a temper tantrum because her bike was “tippy” and having two well-meaning women tell me that I should carry her because she was scared. Ummmm…and how do you suggest I carry her, her bicycle AND keep up with my six-year-old?)
We explored the wetlands where the White River spills into White Lake. We found frogs in the algae and saw mushrooms, trees and cotton candy in the clouds. (No embarrassing moments – -whew!)
Then we stopped at a store to pick up a few things. (Embarrassing moment: Harper asks in her loud whisper voice “Mom, is that a boy or girl?” referring to the lady behind the checkout counter.)
Lastly, we head home for manicures and dress up. (Humbling moment: I let the cat out of the house only to catch a glimpse of his tail which was covered with pink hairdo holders. So, I chase after the cat to extract the bows.)
We ate fresh blueberries that we had picked two days prior. (Humbling moment: Explaining that yes, indeed, eating lots of blueberries does make your poop an interesting purplish color.)
Meet Happy Henry. No, really. He’s the happiest baby I’ve ever met. (And he just learned a new trick – – crawling!) Just wanted to share a few photos for now but more to come…
July 15, 2013
The 6th Monday: If I’ve learned anything from being a mom, it’s that you have to be prepared that the day you may have planned isn’t going to turn out the way you had hoped. Mothers have to be spontaneous. You have to go with the flow. You have to sometimes make lemonade out of lemons. And you have to know the right words to say when a six-year-old drops his slushy in the dirt.
Yuri: “Mom! I dropped my slushy in the dirt. You have to buy me another one.”
Me: “Honey, I’m sorry you dropped your slushy but because you were careless doesn’t mean you’re entitled to another one.”
Yuri: “But that’s not fair! Harper now has more slushy than me!”
Harper: “I’ll share with you, Hudda (that’s her made-up word for Yuri)”
So, that was the major part of my “Mondays with Mom.” Trying to teach my son a lesson. Appreciating that my daughter was willing to share. Trying to not let a simple slushy ruin a day that means a lot to me.
And then Dad gets home and joins them in the sprinkler, we found a cicada shell and we picked wildflowers. Yesterday, we made lemonade.
She’s kind. She’s beautiful. She’s fun. She’s smart. She’s sweet. Marlee hasn’t changed a bit since she was a little girl….she’s still all of those things. I’m lucky to know her.
Nature photography has never been my strength. I love the raw emotions of a human nature. What I do love about being in the woods is its ability to calm me. When things weigh heavily on my soul, there is nothing that refreshes me more.
“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.” ~John Muir
Yuri Michael and Harper May enjoyed coloring eggs and finding them in our woods. Thanks to Aunt Leni and Uncle Donny’s chickens for the tasty eggs! We’re thankful for time with family and the simple pleasures of life.