Month: December, 2009
However, I must caution you – the blog reader. Blogs like this are a place for pretty things; pretty photographs and lovely words. And we all like pretty things, right? Yes, yes – we all like beauty. I’m right there with you.
I’m cautioning you today because it would be wrong to give the impression that this world – my little photography world and my personal world – is all pretty and perfect and lovely. It cannot be. Right? There are hard things that aren’t pretty that I don’t blog about because as we’ve already agreed, we want to look at and read about pretty things……that’s why we like to read blogs and things of that sort.
I blog pretty pictures of Christmas and sledding and baking because they are lovely. I don’t blog about two weeks ago when I forgot to have Livy do her homework and sent her to school without having it done, resulting in a tally (a bad mark) for her. I don’t blog about the Advent calendar I set up with things to do for each day; the one where we didn’t accomplish all of the fun things I had planned to do for the family.
I don’t blog the blurry photographs nor about the arguments Dave and I have. I don’t blog about sassy mouths and dirty faces. I don’t blog about the weight I need to lose nor my frustration with other things.
Behind each and every door on your block there is something not mentioned; something not advertised; something not spoken of. EVERY DOOR. Without exception. I joke about loving Martha Stewart and wanting to be her…..but behind her door are crafts that didn’t work out and cakes that fell; and relationships that are a mess.
Let’s give ourselves some slack. Let’s remember that noone is perfect; no house is perfect. Let’s enjoy blogs for what they are but let’s also remember that they are meant to be pretty and lovely. They can be misused – blogs like these. They can be looked at as a perfect world; and the one looking can think “why doesn’t my world look like that?” I do that sometimes with the blogs I look at and I need to remember that it’s meant to look lovely and pretty. I need not get sucked into the notion that someone, somewhere is living a perfect idealic life that for some reason I can’t attain.
And now for some pretty and lovely things.
On Christmas morning, we read about Jesus’ birth but then we decided to read some more about Jesus.
After opening gifts, the girls wanted to use them! This one is a fashion designing doll…….they drew and designed for a bit before breakfast.
If you ask her what her favorite gift was, she’d tell you the riding lessons she received – along with her riding gear.
Our santa claus. The best one ever. Seriously.
Dad and mom.
Everytime Livy opened up a gift, she’d go over the beepa and do this:
I get overwhelmed by the amount of photographs I take. Tonight I was going through my external hard drive. I was looking for a shot I took last February and this is what I came across. I can’t even fathom the amount of work I have to do to pull all of the gems out. For me, this was a gem of a find – taken over a year ago of my sweet Lulu. Thank you, Lord for this angel. Amen.
Being a mom is a joyful, delightful blessing. A true blessing.
While being a mama is beautiful in so many ways, it is also difficult in many ways. The task of guiding a human being through this life is as important a job as one can have. I can’t do it perfectly; thankfully I know that. But I also know that I can’t rest in that either. I can’t sit back and think, ‘well I’ll just get them to 18 and it will be all good’. There seem to be life lessons to teach at every turn and I often find myself arguing in my head about when to teach and when to chill out. I mean really, who wants to miss a good teaching moment if one so happens to present itself?
One of those teaching moments occurred at dinnertime last night and it was one I wasn’t willing to pass. I’ve realized that we have neglected to teach our children to contemplate their actions during each day at the end of the day. I know that at the end of each day that I need to think about my day – with God’s prompting. How did I behave? What were the thoughts that I had and what were the things that came out of my heart? So last night after a difficult discussion at dinnertime, I cuddled up with my girls in their beds and talked about thinking about how your day went.
I realized that it’s quite a difficult task for children to accomplish. But with a little silence and a little prodding this is what I heard: ”I could have been kinder and gentler to my friend who is much younger than me” and “I shouldn’t have thought the things about that one person that I did”. The first round, however, wasn’t as productive because it was not specific. So we talked about how important it is to be specific. And then we laughed and giggled together……because sometimes I get tired of being so serious so much of the time.
When I was little, every year my mom and dad took us out to cut down a Christmas Tree. My mom and dad’s house has a cathedral ceiling in the living room where the Christmas tree goes, so we always searched for the largest tree we could find. I have such good memories of those growing up years.
The first year Dave and I were married, we got a permit and went into the Wyoming mountains to cut down our tree. Just thinking about that day makes me all kinds of warm inside. It was snowing like mad and as we walked into the forest to find our tree, we found ourselves in waist deep snow. It was glorious. The hot, hot, hottie had his work cut out for him pulling that tree up the mountain back to the truck that year.
After we moved back from Wyoming, we found places here and there to cut down trees. And each and every year my brother has made that journey with us. That first year, I was pregnant with Makenna and it was about 10 degrees below zero.
For the last few years, we’ve been driving about 2 hours north of our home to find our tree. It’s a sweet little farm in a beautiful Wisconsin town. It’s one of those events that the girls look so forward to each year.
U. Jimmy pulls Makenna along in the tree caddy:
A snow ball fight and some sledding:
Lulu got a lot of attention from U. Jimmy this year. She has a front tooth just hanging by a thread. U. Jimmy is the teeth-puller-outer in our family and so he worked hard to get it out. It’s still hanging there as of tonight, though. She just cries when you try to help that poor little tooth out.
There is usually one person unhappy about the tree chosen each year; and it’s usually our littlest sweet angel, Miss Livy. She doesn’t much act like an angel when she doesn’t get what she wants, so U. Jimmy had a little talk with her. I’m so thankful for the talks that U. Jimmy has with Mak & Livy.
The poor tree is still sitting in the garage because the weekend was so busy. The girls are anxious to get it up and decorated, which will happen tomorrow night at dinner time. The outside of the house is ready and soon the inside will be ready. Now we just have to make certain that our hearts are ready to celebrate Jesus rather than what the world wants us to celebrate (American greed).