Monday, May 24, 2010


Have you ever felt like crawling into a corner and hoisting up a white flag in surrender?

After a series of pretty interesting events this past month (a visit from the police was one of them...I'll give you the details later), I have felt quite defeated and rattled, especially in my mothering abilities. Then, as I was about to go upstairs and collapse in my bed, I read my dear, dear friend's blog. vitamin C. It came at the perfect moment. A life preserver rather. Hope you don't mind Cher... but hope you all can glean as much as I did.



Sunday, May 9, 2010


This morning I awoke to chitter-chatter from downstairs and the smell of bacon. My darling and dear ones all clamoured into our room not long after with breakfast. This experience always makes me smile (and laugh out loud on the inside). Using the same trusty breakfast-in-bed tray we received from our wedding (which has taken quite a beating over the years), my Adam, true to character, carefully brings up a culinary masterpiece complete with a flower in the corner, my napkin folded just so, and the food arranged like a work of art. I can tell my littles have already had strict instructions downstairs not to touch my food or ask for a bite. Although, of course I never mind either. Everyone hovers around me, pointing out all the little details of the tray, "Have you tasted the syrup?! It's just like Cafe Nouveau!" "Look at the heart waffle in the middle. You like waffles, right? And strawberries too?" "I love bacon. I sure wish I could have some." "We have to go downstairs now. Dad told us you needed some peace and quiet." I protested. But, there I sat eating my breakfast in "peace and quiet" and giving me time to think I was the luckiest girl on the planet.
Kate gave me a little poem entitled "My Mamacita" (She filled in the parts that are italicized):

"Mamacita always says take care of the baby.
Mamacita would tell you I'm cute.
Mamacita helps me clean my room.
Mamacita and I like to shop at the mall.
Mamacita can't stand it when I clean the house.
Mamacita loves it when I play with the baby.
And now that Mother's Day is here,
Mamacita deserves a great big cheer!"

Like Kate's piano teacher tells me on a weekly basis, "I could just eat her up with a spoon!" So cute. My Kate. Who has never once called me "Mamacita" until this poem. Who I guess seems to take care of the baby quite often. Who thinks that her help is unneeded when it comes to housework. Who ever said that being a mother is boring??

Happy Mother's Day to all of you brilliant, creative, beautiful, bright, enthusiastic, hard-working, loving, persistent, caring, compassionate, determined, enriching, happy people who change lives on a daily basis. Our role is a divine one. No one can take our place...and I mean no one.

"When God thought of mother, He must have laughed with satisfaction and framed it quickly--so rich, so deep, so divine, so full of soul, power, and beauty was the conception."
Henry Ward Beecher

And one that I read to myself often:
"I looked on child-rearing not only as a work of love and duty but as a profession that was fully as interesting and challenging as any honorable profession in the world and one that demanded the best that I could bring it."
Rose Kennedy

(picture of me courtesy of Joseph Thunell photography)
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