Archive for December, 2009

Hallepooya. Amen.

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

I don’t do a lot of this – just linking someone else’s post – but I recently discovered the blog Her Bad Mother, via my friend J, and I’m loving it and the related Bad Moms Club. And I really really love this blog entry. Read it. Funny and sad and holy.

We had a wonderful Christmas in with my folks at their home in Indiana. It’s so much fun watching our kids and our parents being grandchildren and grandparents to each other. Now we’re home and I’m trying to wrap my head around going back to work… I’m trying hard to approach it with, I don’t know, trust? compassion towards myself and others? confidence that it will all come together somehow? … instead of just getting increasingly tense. I’m sure I’ll blog about it, as we move into this transitional time.

Being there

Sunday, December 13th, 2009

We went to church this morning. My church.

Last week the Bean and I went to a colleague’s church, in a town fifteen minutes south of here. It was nice. It’s a friendly little parish where only a few folks know me, which was very peaceful. I could be there and worship and enjoy it without being invested in anything that happened or didn’t happen.

Today was different. (more…)

The importance of sitting

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

Around 9am this morning, I was jiggling a fussy Bean, staring at my bowl of cereal, and thinking, “I wish Tilt would come take the baby so I could finish my breakfast… but he’s doing useful stuff, so I won’t bother him…”

A very few minutes thereafter, Tilt came and took the baby. He is a wonderful husband and father, and I am so grateful for eight years of marriage to him (today!). But that’s not the point of this post. I need to unpack my own thought process, as quoted above….

Here’s how Tilt spent the first hour and a quarter of his day, to the best of my  knowledge. (more…)

Second time around

Friday, December 4th, 2009

So far, I think, one of the things most different about having a second child is that we know how quickly it all goes by. When Zag was tiny, I remember feeling a lot of panic along the lines of,  ”Oh, no, how long will we have to live with _this_ phase?” (Tilt points out that we still feel that way with Zag, not infrequently…)

But it all goes by so fast, so fast. We know, this time, that the Bean will not be a tiny baby for very long at all. She’s already almost a month old – how did that happen? Surely it’s only a few days since we brought her home?

Standing in the kitchen the other day, with my nursing pillow buckled around my waist (as it often is), with the baby clutched to my left shoulder (as she often is), trying to make myself a sandwich or pour a glass of milk or wipe down the counter or something with my free hand – I thought to myself, and meant it,

I don’t mind if I spend most of the next six months with a nursing pillow around my waist and a baby on my shoulder. Because she’ll be too big and too active for this, so soon. It won’t last.