Sunday, July 26, 2015

July 26, 2015

As seems to be common these days I am once again being pushed to let go, to grow and to put in the hard work needed to change. We are spending money we don't have to defend ourselves for something we didn't do, but doing it all the same for the peace of mind and the freedom on the other side, knowing that kindness will win out in the end. We are missing out on experiences small and large due the particular place we find ourselves in and we are feeling the struggle on our journey as we feel the weight of such things piling on, but when you wipe away the stresses and the sadness and the unfortunate state of things, we are happy.

Today I am all in - I am choosing happiness over everything else and choosing to let go. To put on my blinders a bit to what is happening outside of our four walls to focus on what is inside. This year we may have to miss out on some things we were hoping to do, we may purposefully pass on others, we may not be in the loop with the rest of the world as it can all be a bit too much, but we will be in the loop with us. We will focus on our family and our home and our pets above all else and we will nurture these things with everything we have and will consider anything beyond that as extra, a bonus, a compliment to the fulfillment we will continue to find amongst ourselves. We will tune out distractions that get in the way of showing our love fully and giving our "us" what it needs to thrive.

Today I promise... tune out distractions to tune into love. let those I care for know in all the ways I know how. resist technology temptations that distract from what matters most of all. allow my pen and notebook to provide the therapy and guidance I need most. keep our family and our goals in the forefront of my mind and not let outside pressures or desires cloud my vision. hug my fella and our girls close and show them that I see them, to let them know they are known. put kindness, love and compassion out into the world. allow myself the space to breath and remember and further discover who I am at my core.

It may not look like much from the outside but these past twenty-four hours have led me to a clarity I was seeking, a path I needed to travel and the strength I needed to take the first step. The journey ahead will no doubt bring all of the proper insights and struggles needed to find my way.

Monday, April 27, 2015

Fulfilling the Desire

All I want are a few minutes to write, to capture all of these thoughts and strung together sentences onto the page before they once again dissipate, but the days come and the days go and once again I am left with an empty page, time for writing sacrificed for time with the ones I love most which is really no sacrifice at all.

At times I am desperate for the release, for the therapy that happens when I place pen to page, but one of the many lessons I have learned in these short years of parenting is that nothing stays the same for long – a day will come again when I have the time I desire, but only at the sacrifice of no longer having a warm baby on my chest, so I squeeze in the moments when I can, Odessa in the crook of one arm while I write with the other.

Time to do as I desire may be hard to come by in this season, but today I commit to myself that I will make time to do one of the things I crave most even if it is in small doses, to promise myself to capture these moments and emotions I want to look back on – the best gift I can think of giving myself as the years continue to come and go. This desire is not a new one, but it is one I have left unfulfilled for far too long whereas writing used to be a daily habit.

 Journals fill a suitcase in our art room and were set aside when the weight of the words became too much and though they are heavy and though I will happily bundle and burn them when I am through – at the time those words are what helped me through – some may have alcohol some may have drugs, but I mostly have bic pens and cheap notebooks. I know I will never regret taking the time to write, I will only regret all of the words unwritten and while these days I am not looking for salvation so much as savoring, the words are just as important and the desire for release is just as strong.

Notebooks and pens will once again be kept handy and even when I find myself exhausted and drained I will find myself to them to capture even those moments for the beauty of their rawness. It may be a challenge and it may happen one-handed, but it will always be worth the effort.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Love and Community

Odessa was born six weeks ago yesterday and that little tidbit is a bit hard to swallow but also very comforting. This time around I am much more settled into this role, much less worried about the little things, much more in the zone of just enjoying it all and not worrying about the things I now know won't matter two years from now.  And you know, I never really did announce that here did I? That I had a baby? Well hey - that up there is Odessa next to big sis and it has been true love all around from the first moment I held her to my chest and Isadora peered into the birth pool and touched her tiny head.

Lying and saying two is no big deal would not be doing myself or anyone else any favors. Two is so full of love and so worth it, but it's hard folks. Sleeping less, giving up my time for projects and husband snuggling, living with less showers and more general chaos, well, I was prepared for all of that, knowing that while it is hard it is fleeting and that we would make it through in one piece, but the part I couldn't prepare for even though I knew it was coming and the part that I really knew would be hard (and that is) was Isadora no longer being my one and only, for sharing our hearts and time with another and how that would be for her and I both. Mostly we get by and squeeze in time where we can but I can see how much she needs more time with just me and how I need time with just her, where both of my arms, my lap and my attention are there for her alone. We are working on it every day and I know with time we will have more one-on-one time and I look forward to Mama and Izzy dates in the future, when baby sis is old enough to stay to play with E while Iz and I hit the town or the trails together just two of us. She is such a joy and so conversational these days that I am trying to soak it all in and burn these days into my memory so as not to miss her at this incredible point in her life. And E? If you're reading this? Remind me to hand over Odessa when your own arms are free so I can scoop up Iz to gobble her like a cob of corn, okay? We really do need those moments to fill up our hearts.

Luckily though, our hearts are pretty content as is thanks to having such a wonderful community on our side this time around. When Isadora was born I was very happy and so in love, but the days soon became long and lonesome. I felt isolated and with a particularly challenging baby even more so as I was hesitant to even get in the car to drive anywhere more than a few minutes away. Luckily, one day when Isadora was around six months old I did and that eventually led us to where we are today, with our wonderful mama tribe. This time my sister and my two closest mamas were there by my side as Odessa made her way into the world and when my 30th birthday came just two days after Odessa's birth there was a home-cooked birthday meal and special handmade treats and the company of our tribe to make the day special. Further meals have been provided and more importantly company and emotional support as we settle into this next stage and I truly don't even let myself think about what I would do without it as I know I won't have to. Being me a little part of me is still waiting for the other ball to drop, for it all to come crashing down and for me to be left feeling alone in this journey once again, but I know that isn't life these days, that good things can stick around and that these ones are here for the long haul and that one day I'll even get to the point where I feel that I deserve that love and where typing that and admitting it doesn't make me anxious.

Love love love though, it is here in this home and here in my heart for these incredible girls of mine and there is no doubting that. Rubbing my cheek against Odessa's full head of hair, snuggling up to Isadora for a story or listening to her hilarious ramblings as she spends hours going back and forth on her swing, baking with Isadora while Odessa is wrapped to my chest - those things make my body max out on love to the point I think my skin may start to crack. And just as everyone says it does, that love just expanded right on out to encompass Odessa once she was born and scooped her right up into the fold. I guess we're in what everyone calls the fourth trimester right now, those first few months on the outside, so I hold our tiny one close and know it will all fall into place even more than it already has, that we will hit our stride a little more each day, and that I am lucky as can be to have a crew on my side this time to help me find my way if I start to go astray.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

A Day in My Chaotically Content Life

Thirteen days in to this mama of two journey and life continues on as to be expected. There are no days of climbing out of bed whenever I wish, rolling over only to switch breasts for my eager nursling, no days of lounging on the couch with a warm cheek to my chest while netflix loops its way through episodes of shows long forgotten. These days my feet must hit the chilly wood floor before their dads exit the door and the slap of two year old feet come to a pause as she comes knocking on our door, seeking out her mama, but more importantly her baby Odessa.

E has already prepared food for Isadora and put her in fresh pants and if I am lucky he has also left me a glass of smoothie on the counter to give me a jump start on my day, assuring something finds its way into my stomach before lunchtime. I join her at the table, leaving Odessa in our room to sneak in one on one time with the gal who made me a mama and trying to soak in her beautiful toddler essence in those early morning moments before the demands of the day and of her tiny brain sneak their way in. Soon Odessa's chipmunk noises alert me to her needs and we all come together on our bed to change her diaper, complete her post-tie-release stretches and to bring her to breast for comfort after those darn things are complete. Before too long a carrier is plucked from the stash and our littlest is tied to my chest so I can continue on our day, meeting the needs of both girls the best I know how and trying to maintain some semblance of parenting in the ways I desire, something that is hit or miss but that I keep aiming for all the same. These moments with her cheek to chest will replace those on the couch this time around as I scuttle about putting away the many loads of laundry that come with two cloth diapered gals, three animals and two adults - one of which is still in the thick of the days of leaving puddles of milk in her wake. 

We carry on about our days, rotating from activity to activity to keep Isadora entertained - from play doh to button sorting to books and back around again. There are snacks and lunches, diaper changes and milk stops scattered amongst our activities and if I am lucky a few moments of independent play for Isadora while I sit and nurse Odessa, but more often than not she is right there beside us, rubbing on baby sister's ear, stroking her head or jumping around beside us as I breathe deep and tap into my patience. I have had to let some things go while holding on to the hope that we will find our new normal and find a way to keep my toddler more stimulated and less like a wild animal. Some days go well and I high five myself as I climb into bed, others result in a friend walking in the door to find me on the couch nursing Odessa and Isadora on the kitchen counter in nothing but a diaper, covered in stamp pad ink, hair in a rats nest and with hands and counter full of cookies. Some days there may be tears from all parties, some days E comes home to three happy girls and even a meal on the table, but each and every one of these days gives me more than I ever could have imagined I even wanted, more growth than I ever thought was possible and more tricks up my sleeve for the next go round as my feet hit that wood floor the next morning. One can prepare themselves as much as they want before diving into this parenting gig but if I have learned anything it is the simple fact that this journey is as "learn as you go" as they come.

I'm not sure what will happen tomorrow, a week from today or in a years time but by taking each day as it comes I can stay (relatively) sane in the mist of it all, leaving yesterday in yesterday and leaving tomorrow for tomorrow, this time around I have chosen to do nothing more than to focus on the now, to not expect anything from previous days to carry over and to just give each one the best go I can muster while meeting it face to face and with a fresh perspective. Less than two weeks in to this new journey I can tell that approach is serving me well and giving me the grace and self-acceptance I deserve. There may be the thank you cards that still need sending, a financial situation that is just a bit too tight for comfort, piles of laundry and a sixty pound dog trying to steal dinner off the table while his six pound sidekick waits in the wings, but none of the chaos that can creep in day to day should stop me from soaking this all up because for every glass of grape juice spilled on the couch there is also a toddler cooing over her sister while she rubs her gently and tells her how much she loves her, for every snack stolen by a dog there is a warm baby against my chest and for every sigh of frustration there is the contentedness for looking around and knowing this is my life, this is it and I will be best served soaking it all up exactly as it is.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

A Year of Projects: Projects 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59 & 60

This (past) year I aimed to complete 52 projects - here are some of them: 

Project 53: Two more child-sized cowls for my sister's girls just because.

Project 54: A yellow sweater for Isadora. I had started this months and months ago and set it aside when picking up the sleeves left me flustered, so I finally picked it back up and challenged myself to make it happen, leaving me with my first completed long-sleeved sweater. Pattern is called Tiny Tea Leaves.

Project 55: A big batch of tea infused chamomile lavender lip balms for our family and to add into gift packages for some ladies for Christmas. These were so easy and rewarding to make and something I look forward to making more of in the future with different blends of oils. So simple and rewarding.

Project 56: A red "In Threes" for my girl who specifically requested a red sweater. This one made in the next biggest size so she can wear it next Fall.

Project 57: A tiny orange "In Threes" for our tiniest girl. This will probably fit her best next fall/winter as well and I can't wait to see her in it.

Project 58: A little grove of pine trees I created for Isadora's stocking.

Project 59: A wooden cradle for our baby-loving girl for her Christmas present. Basic plans were found on Ana White and we added sloped sides and a little cut-out on one end for our little moon gazer. Inside I sewed up a simple pad and pillow to cozy it up a bit.

Project 60: An orange "Wyatt" sweater for Isadora. Orange is her current "favorite" color and she had been asking for an orange sweater for awhile so I made this as her second Christmas present and have loved seeing her enjoy it and always smile when she requests to wear it.

And with that my year of projects is complete! I'm really satisfied with how that challenge inspired me to grow and dive in to my creativity and am still enjoying the results of that creative surge as we start this next year. Lots of sewing happening around here and I'm looking forward to sharing. I wasn't planning to challenge myself to a certain number of projects to complete in this coming year, knowing we will have our hands full with our second daughter being born, but I've hit a creative streak of sorts (trying to get in as much as I can before things have to slow down) and am over 20 projects in so only time will tell!