Last Saturday Gracie and I took a trip to Tyler, Texas to visit Aunt Tami and Uncle Steve for the "Birthday Bash". It was a long drive (3 hours each way) but well worth it. I loved visiting and enjoyed their company. Every time I visit them I am reminded of how much Uncle Steve reminds me of my Dad. Grace warmed up quick and enjoyed the 4-wheeler with Uncle Steve to see the goat and donkey.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Friday afternoon I threw a Fancy Nancy Tea party for Gracie and 5 of her friends. We decorated bags to make them fancy, read the book Fancy Nancy, learned tea etiquette, had tea (lemonade) and lunch, danced, painted nails, and enjoyed being girls. It was SOOO much fun for ME and I think the little girls liked it too. I've decided that every girl needs a tea party once a year and that is just what I plan on doing.
Posted by Emily at 5:45 PM
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Posted by Emily at 6:04 PM
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I truly feel it an honor to be called "Mommy".
I am so grateful for the examples of mothers I have around me. All of the women in my life have had such a great effect of me. Especially my sweet mom who is always an example of love and patience.
I gave a talk in church today about mothers and came across this story. It is not my own, but has allowed me to reflect and truly inspired me to be the best Mom I can be.
I am not much of a cook.
When I do bother, I typically make things that require little or no technical effort.
We eat a lot of fresh stuff that requires no actual cooking.
Salads, veggie trays, fruit plates, etc.
And I usually, purposely, make huge amounts so that we can share
or even just eat it for several days in a row ourselves.
So today's revelation came as a bit of a surprise.
As I rummaged the shelves for something to throw together, it hit me...
As it turns out,
I do not like Leftovers.
In fact, I think I might even hate them.
Aside from being a pain to store,
nothing ever tastes quite as good as when it is freshly prepared.
It's always a little too soggy.
A little wilted or a tad brown around the edges.
A bit crusty on top.
Or just a little thicker than it should be.
You know how they are.
Not quite the same, but good enough, we say.
And so much easier!
I serve them to my family all the time!
In fact, sadly, maybe more often than not.
And I don't mean just for dinner, either!
Which brings me to my point...
How often in life am I giving those that matter most, my Leftovers?
These boys, who are my heart and soul,
often get whatever is '"Left-over" of me
whenever I think I am done with the rest of my commitments.
They get the little blob of energy that's left of me, after running around all day.
A cold slab of minimal effort, because I just want to be done already.
The crumbs that are left of my patience.
And if they are really lucky,
I might even top it off with the tiny little dollup of fun that I might actually have left.
But more often than they deserve,
they get the frantic, task-oriented Drill-Sargent Mom who is running short on time.
Or the exhausted, Do-It-Yourself Mom who is ready to collapse.
Even, occasionally, the grumpy, short-tempered, ornery Mom who is at my wits' end.
They get a signature on their homework slip for reading a story to me
while I made a mental grocery shopping list.
They get a "Woo-hoo" from me in the kitchen, amid the dinner preparations
when they play perfectly through their piano piece, all the way over in the Music Room.
They get a smile and an "Mmm, hmmm" when they show me their latest cool Wii maneuver,
Or tell me about the awesome play they ran in the football game at recess that day.
Neither of which, if quizzed, I could describe 30 seconds later.
They get a half-hearted high-five when they tell me their chores are done.
A two minute back tickle at bedtime, so I can rush to a set of photos that need editing.
Or a quick kiss goodnight as I run out the door for a Ladies' Night Out.
How often am I half-listening?
Looking past them?
Talking at them?
Or even in the same room, but far, far away in my thoughts?
I am serving them Leftovers.
Spending the majority of myself elsewhere
and then giving the little bit that's left, to them, as if it is enough.
I'm there, always, but am I really there?
I'm going through motherhood's motions, making mental lists.
Always the lists.
Planning ahead to the next thing.
The To Do's that can never be all the way done.
You know them...
The cyclical routines that fill our days.
As I think now I realize that this is the time.
The time for me, as well, to be done with lesser things.
The time to focus on what is most important.
Most lasting. Most eternal.
More than ever before.
Not the good things.
Or even the better things.
But the best things.
The very best things.
As you approach the center of a bulls eye,
the margin for possible error becomes more and more narrow.
The degree of accuracy necessary becomes more and more pointed.
We are approaching that bulls eye.
At an ever-increasing rate.
I, for one, am consciously re-committing to be done with lesser things.
To stop serving the Leftovers of myself to my family.
But instead to be fresh, ready and more present in the present.
Ready for them with a Feast.
Posted by Emily at 1:20 PM
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Last weekend we took advantage of Ben being off and took a day trip to Austin. We went kayaking at Town Lake (aka Lady Bird Lake). Actually, it was more like Ben kayaked and the girls and I just enjoyed the ride. It was a beautiful lake surrounded by big cliffs on both sides. We saw A Lot of sea turtles and even a few water snakes and had a wonderful time.
Posted by Emily at 10:49 AM