On a positive note, I have learned a lot these past few months.
On a positive note, I have learned a lot these past few months.
Haaaaal-le-lu-jah. Haaaal-le-lu-jah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Haaal-leee-luuu-jahh.
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I am back. I am alive. I did not leave the planet. (Although, that would have been interesting.) I am so excited about getting to write again. I have been in zombie mode for the past month with all the paperwork, packing, painting, and a whole bunch of other tasks that begin with the letter “p.” (?)
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The sad truth is that we have SO much to do still. My sweet husband has been out of town for a few weeks. He actually left about three days after we got the keys to our house. Talk about bad timing. We didn’t even manage to get everything moved in before he left, so I spent 5-6 days trying to get things in order. I’m so glad I had some help. My mom did a whole lot of painting, which was an absolute life saver! My sweet sisters, Sarah and Grace, also helped tremendously. It was and still is tough, though. The to-do list never ends.
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Patrick’s going out of town at such an inopportune time was a real wake up call for me. Not only were we in the middle of a big move and “life change,” but I also got something similar to the flu the day after Patrick left. That meant I was left all alone with a rambunctious one year old while I had a fever for 36 hours straight. It was not fun. Unfortunately, because we had moved a lot of our furniture, we were stuck on the floor at my mom’s house for a few days. Fever + 1 year old + no furniture + no husband = not fun. I very quickly realized that I am married to a superb individual. A man who helps me more than I could ever even imagine. I am so blessed. (Now get home already!!!)
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As for this father/husband-less adventure Axel and I are having, it is going fairly well. We have had a few unexpected dilemmas, but that’s to be expected. I’ll share one of the incidents with you. Please discontinue reading if you’re squeamish.
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I found out last week that our sweet little boy loves fresh blueberries. He will go through half a pint in 3-4 minutes, seriously. He enjoys them so much, in fact, that he sometimes bypasses chewing. Maybe a quick “mush” with the gums, but that’s about it.
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So, a day or two after he started the blueberry craze, he had a bowel movement. I, however, was in the kitchen tidying up (<—that’s a lie, but I was in the kitchen doing something!). He was wearing his usual saggy-baggy underwear. Upon entering the living room, I find that he has something in his hands. (Yep, you know what’s coming.) He quite literally had a turd in each palm, squeezed tight mind you. I tried not to panic. I dropped him in the tub and started cleaning his hands. (I actually used the organic baby wash for once!) It was really black and gross, full of WHOLE blueberries. They looked just liked the dehydrated version. (Mmm…)
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I’d love to tell you that that is the end of the story. But, if I did, I’d be lying. What happened next is the terrifying part.
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Fifteen minutes later the entire scene repeated itself, with one exception. This time, Axel decided that he wanted to eat the poo. He was chomping away on those blueberries like they tasted just as good as the first time he ate them. It was horrendous. This time, I freaked out. I even cursed. All I could think to say was, “ahh, Axel… you’re eating your crap!” (I used another word, though.) I mean, I wasn’t yelling or anything, I was just disgusted beyond “clean” words.
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I can now officially say that my child has eaten feces. I should now have automatic acceptance into any and all “mommy” groups.
Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
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There is nothing like fresh picked garden vegetables in the spring.
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A lady that my husband works with recently gave us a small bag full of spinach from her garden because she had some left over that she couldn’t eat. We devoured the whole bag that day, and greatly enjoyed every last bite. The next day, Patrick let her know that we were available at any time to eat her “excess” garden spinach. She was happy to have found someone to appreciate it, and told Patrick that she would bring more the following day.
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When the next day rolled around, Patrick was surprised to find a large “trash bag” PACKED with the delicious vitamin rich leaves. To put it lightly, we were excited. We ate spinach in everything for awhile.
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Both Patrick and myself are fascinated by growing food. I don’t know what it is about it, but there is so much magic and beauty in the process. It’s like we get to physically watch God’s creation in action. It almost takes my breath away.
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I cannot wait to plant our seedlings in our new backyard. (If we ever close on the stinkin’ thing!) We started growing fruit and vegetables in little pots, and we’re having great success! We have all sorts of things growing, including many unwanted varieties of mushrooms that sprouted from the organic soil we planted our seeds in. I think the soil is just too moist. It’s been somewhat overcast, and we’ve been watering all the plants still, which is probably a bad idea. Anyway, I’m going to handpick those little boogers out, and hopefully they’ll stay away.
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I’ll do a fun post soon about our gardening ventures, and I’ll include plenty of photos of our seedlings. (Some of which are almost 3 inches tall, and are wondering where they are supposed to go!) Please pray that we’ll get into our house soon!
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P.S. – Apparently, spinach grows very quickly, so grow a couple plants if you can next season, and start tearing into those green smoothies. We drank many over those couple of days, and felt wonderful. Talk about a money saver!
Welcome to the May Carnival of Natural Parenting: Role model
This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Code Name: Mama and Hobo Mama. This month our participants have waxed poetic about how their parenting has inspired others, or how others have inspired them. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.
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I’ve never considered myself to be a great role model, although that is something that I aspire to become.
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I just don’t have it in me to be perfect. I realize that good role models don’t have to be perfect, but the people that I personally look up to far exceed me in so many realms. That is my problem. I’ve always admired people who are “better” than me.
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How do I define better? Well, someone who is smarter, kinder, less irritable, prettier, etc… It’s obvious that I’ve struggled with self esteem issues. But, now that I have a growing boy in my care, I have started to view the world and the people in it differently. I can only improve myself through hard work and commitment, not through being jealous of others.
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My main problem is that I am constantly guilt ridden about this, that, or the other. I never think I am doing a good enough job. When I do actually give myself credit for something, I immediately feel as if I’m being proud, and I shut it out.
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On the surface I believe that I am a good mother to my son, but deep down I honestly feel like I’m doing a pathetic job. I know that this an unhealthy way to view myself. It’s hard to change, though, because I am so adapted to this type of thought pattern. I really want to love myself, so I can become a great role model for my son. At this point I am too afraid, and in turn, am not at my best for my sweet Axel.
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People tell me, “oh, you’re being too hard on yourself. You can’t do EVERYTHING that you want to do with your kids, it isn’t possible.” That’s not the main problem for me, though. I just feel wrong deep in my heart, like no matter how many natural parenting behaviors I practice, or how many activities I do with Axel, I will never be enough. I know where these feelings came from. I’ve had them for such a long time. I’ve been smothering them for years. I do think that confronting them has finally started to point me in the right direction, though, which is a good start.
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I just want Axel to know that I am trying my hardest to be a good mother, and I want nothing more than to show him that. I cannot, and will not allow myself to have a pity party. I am determined to prove to myself that I am a loving and caring mom. If God be for me, who can be against me?
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