Five Stitches and Two Cents.

Last night was a doozey. I don't even use that word, doozey, but it is quite appropriate for our night. The family was buzzing around like bees--- my husband was trying to get our camper ready before he set off to band practice, I was mothering my oldest who refused to let our 5 year old touch his golf clubs, borrowed that is, and my 7 year old was chasing my one year old around because she had the box of cereal that he wanted to snack on. Typical chaos around here.

So as most days, I am a little frazzled trying to be the somewhat patient wife (although I failed miserably as I tried to convince my husband to not go to band practice), psychotherapist  (trying to explain to my son that this is a great opportunity to be a good big brother and teach my 5 year old how to swing a golf club), and the cereal police (I told my son to get a bowl out and I'd give him cereal so I could pacify our stubborn one year old and let her hold the box).

Besides my husband (he knows when to tune me out for being irrational :) ) and my one year old (heh heh), they listened to me amazingly enough.

My oldest took the younger brother outside with the golf clubs.

My seven year old got out a bowl (glass, mind you) and filled it up.

My one year old then decided she also wanted a bowl, and frazzled Mama told my seven year old to get her one. Next thing I know, is there is a clatter and the bowl filled with cereal hit the floor and broke in two, right at my one year old's feet. Cereal was everywhere...I had just mopped those floors...and the baby was whimpering.

Before I could pick up the glass, a sudden terrifying scream came from the garage. Now, unfortunately, I am a little numb to such a scream, as is my husband (you'll understand below). My boys really are highly emotional and their screaming and fighting has become a tad too normal. But, I stormed into the garage, ready to reprimand, when my oldest came at me, blood gushing down the side of his face.
His hysteria turned into my hysteria.

What happened? What do I do? WHERE IS MY HUSBAND????

I was screaming for my husband, my oldest was screaming "I am going to die!", my baby was screaming because we were screaming, and my seven year old was predicting that our five year old is IN TROUBLE!
When my oldest said the five year old did it, I yelled, with no sign of the five year old in sight, he IS in trouble, but was quickly corrected by the sobbing injured that it was an accident.

GREAT. No Mom of the Year here.

This all ended rather peacefully, believe it or not. After cleaning him up, my son had a half inch cut by his eyebrow made by a backswinging golf club when he was trying to teach his younger brother. I took him to the ER and since it was a Children's hospital, the staff were amazing with him and he got stitched up without a peep from him (before we left for the hospital he was freaking out about the pain of stitches).

My five year old might have been affected most by this whole thing. While my son was washing up before we left for the hospital, my five year old came into the room and said, "He's going to kill me." with a look of terror in his eyes. I reassured him, he's not. But his older brother has been quite a bully this summer, and I understood his worry.

He was the first one on the phone when we called Dad to say how it was going, and my five year old demanded to talk to my oldest and apologized. Supposedly, he had huddled on the couch all night, feeling terrible about the whole thing.

And the knife in my heart twisted as I remembered my initial reaction, screaming that he was IN TROUBLE.

Geez.

And this is why I am in a Bible Study about taming your tongue...if only it would get through my thick skull!

As I type this, I see how much I have to do with the going-ons in this family. I realize that our emotional atmosphere, our reactions to things, might be fueled by Mama's own. Suddenly I am aware of how ludicrous it seems that God would trust me with raising these kids with any chance of emotional stability!! The nut doesn't fall far from the tree, and let me tell you, I am sometimes as nutty as an entire nut tree!

So, as I wait for my five year old to wake up so I can reassure him that he's not at fault, and as I grow anxious to see his older brother hug him and show off his five neat stitches, I have learned a mighty lesson through all of this.

Mothering, although difficult, should be done with great care because we are shaping, not only our children's minds, but their hearts. Nobody has the affect on our  children as we do, and while this is frightening, it is also empowering that we can equip ourselves to raise an even more powerful generation.

Please Lord, give me foresight to steer my children with a loving heart and a wise word, and let my hindsight be filled with satisfaction and not regret!

Doubting Tom Ramblings

Is it worth it? Really, I don't know. I have connected with other writers over the past two years and have LEARNED a ton. My writing has definitely grown, hey, I actually volunteer the fact that I write to people (Before, it was my little secret).
But...I wonder, is it worth it? I am not moving forward with my goal of finding that agent that believes in me...not signing some sure-thing publishing contract. I am one of the thousands of writers investing their time in a process that doesn't promise to provide a "Yes".
Hmmm. The many, many, many hours I spend writing, the time I take to educate myself on the craft, could those be used for something better? Could I have missed out on more time with my family because of those? Could I have saved my money I used on business cards, one sheets, hotels, conferences, and invested it in home improvements or family vacation?
Is it really a calling or is it an obsession?
Do I feel like my writing could make a difference to someone one day, or do I want to write to make a difference in boring old me?

These are things I ponder ALL the time.

I absolutely LOVE writing. I LOVE the book I am writing...more than any other book I've written. I feel like I am finally finding my groove in voice and story development.

So why do I want to bang my head on the big, looming wall that is still standing firm in my way? Doubt seems unmoving right now. I tell myself, this is the last book, this is the last conference. Don't put your hope in these things, they're just temporal.

But I don't want to quit. I won't.

YES! This is just temporal. But heck, I'd love for this temporary time to be well-spent! Thank goodness for my writing friends. They push me along more than they know. Wish I could see the bigger picture, see the plan that I think I am suppose to be following.

Do you ever have doubt in something that seems so good yet doesn't work out how you expect? What dreams are dangling ahead of you, and what keeps you going no matter how long it takes?

A Mama's Heartspeak

The past few weeks have given me the conviction, more than ever before, to raise my children with a firm foundation--one based on truth and love. It's easy, now-a-days, to justify ourselves with subjective ideals, patchwork moral fabrics pulled from here and there, borrowed because it's popular or researched, used because of self-image or trying to fit in.

Frustration is my sidekick, it seems. I allow too many things to internalize and blur my heart's vision. If I gave into this, I'd find myself heartsick with worry about the world where my children are forming their own self-image, their own opinions. I'd throw myself in front of the threshold to the future, begging them to sneak away to my perfect little bubble on this side of Reason.

Today my son revealed some knowledge that I didn't realize he knew. Nothing terrible, just an "adult" subject in my mind. I wanted to ask, "where did you learn this?", "what do you think?", "how does this make you feel?","Can I tell you what I think...", all at once!! But I know I must wait, wait for a time when he is ready to discuss, ready to listen, ready to begin shaping his own opinion to his heart's blueprint. And that is what my prayer will be...that he listens to HIS heart, the one he gave to Jesus long ago, and not allow biased talk to cloud his heartspeak.

Isn't that something we should all pray for each other? To keep the world from scrambling our heart's conversation with God?  When burdens threaten to crush me, that is when I finally take the time to clear the "heart"waves and find God's voice again. My heartspeak was muddled and lost amidst the cloud of worldly things. I pray that I will not allow the static of this world to cloud my heartspeak, because ultimately, the One who longs to hear our hearts loud and clear is so much more satisfying, no matter how loud the static.

My Encourager

Do you have an encourager? Someone who believes in you? I have been blessed beyond measure these past two years. At the beginning of my writing journey, God gave me one of the biggest encouragers of my life, my critique partner, Ashley Clark.

It is obvious that God has placed her in my life. Whenever doubt creeps into my heart, prodding me to give up on this writing thing, Ashley comes to the rescue with her amazing ability to encourage. Her timeliness is no coincidence.

Her advice...my goodness, she is a wonderful writing coach! Sometimes I wonder if I could ever return such wise advice. And her writing is clever and warm, and as delightful as watching a cozy chick flick on a rainy day.  She has an amazing agent, and I am just waiting for the day that she signs that publishing contract!

If I didn't have Ashley in my life, I would have quit writing a long time ago. And I am not just saying that. She has "held my hand" through some pretty negative stuff, and pulled me out of my pity parties many times!

I wish I could see her more than once a year...actually, this year I'll see her twice! I am so blessed!

Recreate Fail

Gooseberry Falls, August 2010

Have you ever tried to recreate an event that is perfect and dear in you memory, only to be disappointed and frustrated when it just doesn't work out?
This weekend we planned to take the family to a state park for the day. We wanted to go camping but it just didn't happen, so we decided to take a day trip. After all, the past few years we have morphed into  the "nature hike, outdoor loving" kind of people who wear backpacks filled with water bottles and granola bars, whose first task on the trail is to find the best hiking stick nature can provide. So many wonderful memories have been made in our family. Such outdoor bliss often reels through my memories. This summer has already sped along, and our weekends are booking up fast. I didn't want to let another one slip by without that good ol' family time we have grown accustom to.

Uh, yeah, can we say major set-up for unattainable perfection?

We got there, and the grumbles started---and unfortunately, most of them were from...moi...me. We didn't park in the right place, we forgot water bottles, we had to walk through a creek to get to the trails so our feet were soggy, and there were people EVERYWHERE! So much for bliss in the outdoors--we might as well have been at a crowded amusement park.

Yeah, I was grumpy.

But you know what? Once I threw my little fit, heard my kids try to cheer me up (ashamed am I), we spent the last moments creating special memories. Nope, they weren't what I expected, nothing like the grand hikes we took to the bottom of a volcano in Hawaii or around the wooded shoreline of Lake Superior, but our family isn't the same family that did those things anymore.
We've all grown. We've added Little Miss, and we have different perspectives. So, this time we made memories of Little Miss walking the dog, Daddy and our oldest having pitching practice at the bottom of a sandstone cliff, and the other boys playing in the pick up, soaked from our trek through the creek, and Little Miss and her brothers sitting on a parking curb to watch the baseball toss, cute as can be--all these aren't what I expected to be in my memory bank, but they are now.

We've been a family for twelve and a half years now, and each family outing is a learning experience on how "to be" a family. We'll never recreate an old memory...but we can always make new ones!