Monday, June 21, 2010

Just Like You, Only Better -



My conversation with Samantha tonight before bed went something like this:

"Mom, when I grow up I want to be just like you."

"You do?"

"Yeah. But I don't want to do the stuff that you do."

"What kind of stuff do you mean?"

"Well, like I don't want to drive or cook because I don't want to flip the car over or burn myself."

"Oh. I understand. Well, don't you think you'd learn how to do those things when you grow up?"

"No. You can still do it."

*chuckling*

"Thanks, Sam."

Saturday, June 19, 2010

I got a text about a friend this afternoon that made my heart plummet into my shoes.

I had been getting the house ready for a birthday party for my daughter Lily and a visit from my friend Jennifer, who was coming up from Alabama on Tuesday.

Funny thing about this friend. We've never actually met. We've been online friends for...*counting on fingers*...wow...close to three years now! We've never been in the same state at the same time until we spent some time in the state of shock this afternoon.

The text came from a mutual friend of ours (another friend who is dear to me, even though I've not yet met her in person) and she told me that Jennifer believed her house was on fire. Now before you freak out, she and her family were safe at a neighbor's house when she phoned our friend Katie (who then sent me the heart-stopping text). Lightning struck her house and started a fire in the basement/laundry area. She was in the process of turning the air conditioning off when her son noticed the smoke.

I had gone from preparing my house for Jennifer's visit, to praying that she would still have a home. She had gone from preparing for her trip while weathering a storm, to fleeing her house with her three children, barefoot...in the rain!

I know how frightening that must have been for all of them and how lucky they are that no one was hurt. I can imagine a much worse outcome had this storm hit in the middle of the night. *shudder*

I may not be seeing my friend this Tuesday, but the good news is that there will be another opportunity. For that, I am truly thankful.

Love you, Jeffy.


Friday, June 18, 2010

Coming full circle...I wanna be a hippy.


It's funny, isn't it, that we're still such a young species?

Think of the simple act of feeding our babies. We went from using our bodies the way they were designed to be used, to the convenient (which really wasn't more convenient) way of feeding our offspring. We tried to get them to sleep through the night so we could have a little more rest because we've taken on too many things and forgotten that we were supposed to protect the species FIRST. We rushed their development and their milestones in an attempt to keep up with the Joneses and their superfreak kids. We signed them up for violin and gymnastics before they could hold a bow or turn a somersault or even utter the words, “Mom, you’re an idiot. Let me grow at my own pace”. We neglected to feed their brains and hold them because, well…there were strollers and carriers for that stuff and the baby was just too darned heavy. *whine*

Slings and cloth diapers and breastfeeding were for hippies. Now everyone wants to be one.

Honestly, I’m ashamed of how many disposable diapers I added to the city dump. I regret not learning that there was a better sling out there somewhere. The strappy, uncomfortable thing I had only got used a few times and I know if I had acquired something more like the Moby wrap, I would’ve used it a lot more. I don’t regret breastfeeding my babies for a long time, but I regret that it was something that I just fell into and not something that I educated myself about.

Hippies are the greenest of the “greens”..the crunchiest of granola. It’s become something to strive for: breast is best, first do no (more) harm to our planet, raise curious, caring, questioning children to follow in our footsteps and make our world a better, cleaner place.

Now, after discovering that many of our conveniences weren’t such bright ideas we're back to the natural way again. Well, we’re learning, anyway. It’s like we're on the verge of coming full circle as humans.

Do you suppose that one day we’ll all stop multitasking and rushing and poisoning ourselves for the sake of “convenience” and finally really “get it”?

Hippies rock.

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