I’ve really wanting to keep up with writing this past month but with the move all of my time has been consumed with packing, cleaning and saying our goodbyes. Today we went to Cafe Solei and ate crossiants for the last time. Habibi was with us and I remember this is the first place I took him in Madison 8 years ago when his son was but a friend of mine. Now his son and I are married and we’re ending our time in Madison at the place where I first brought these lovely Swiss people.
I won’t be writing for at least a week as we get settled into our new home. I’m also due so shortly after we arrive out West and I may have to delay writing even further. Thank you to all who read this head space I call a blog. The comments are encouraging and provoking and I appreciate your enjoyment of our life process. Stick around, you’ll be hearing from me again soon.
Here’s to the WHOLE OF LIFE!!!! La Vie Entiere!
Since our movie-fast I’ve found that there are days the kids really don’t know what to do with themselves. It’s gotten easier as we’ve been doing this longer but there are days where they are incredibly bored and unable to create fun for themselves. Today there was a lot of naughty behavior (I think it was due to boredom) and I needed to help get them started on a project. This is the biggest way that I’ve had to engage in being a mother. I’ve had to help get them jump started on games, projects or imaginative play when they seem bored. After I provide a bit of guidance they usually take the idea and run with it.
Today I built little cubes out of play dough and they’ve been making stuff out of them ever since. I’m amazed how the little things make a huge difference for our kids. Sometimes you just need to show them how to draw a new sort of tree and then they will draw an entire forest. Kids are so creative on their own but they long to be introduced to new ways of doing things. I think of my own creative process and how I have these abilities to create all within me but it’s through others that I find more inspiration, rather than a stifling of my process. Lately I’ve been reading Robert Frost to the kids and I’m finding that I want to write more. It’s not that I want to write LIKE him, just that I want to use descriptive words more as I read his colourful language. His work is inspiring me!
I’ve found that there are times where my kids need to be left alone to create and explore but there are also those times where they really just don’t know what to do with themselves and they need a lil’ inspiration.
Here’s to inspiring our kids!
Oliver is going through a very curious stage in regards to how babies come out. I tell him that ‘the mamma pushes the baby out’ and that’s about where we leave it. I know him well enough to know that if I were to disclose EVERYTHING it would completely traumatized him. He’s just not ready yet. But he’s also not satisfied with the ‘push’ answer mainly because he doesn’t know how or where the mamma pushes the baby out. He knows it can’t be out of the belly button but you can see his little inner wheels spinning when he thinks that there might be a possibility that the belly button is the way in which baby enters the world.
Over a year ago a friend was pregnant and at our house for a party. When the room was quiet Oliver went to her fascinating, 9 months -pregnant belly and said, “Hey, you’re getting really, really big!!!” while he put his arms in the air in the shape of the earth. Then he said, “Open your mouth” and out of curiosity at this strange request she did. Then he said, “Why did you swallow the baby?” The room filled with laughter and then he pushed really hard on her belly because he was trying to ‘push the baby out’. It was a fantastic moment. One in which I was reminded of why my son is amazing.
It wasn’t until recently that he stopped asking me if I swallowed the baby and that’s how it ended up in my tummy. He doesn’t know yet how it got there but he’s still so fascinated and curious about this whole phenomenon. It must be so strange to be a little person and you know there is a baby in there but you can’t see it or hear it, you just know it’s there. He’s in love with his little sister already and loves to feel her move and wiggle. Chloe, not so much. I think the boney and pokey bits jutting out of my belly freak her out a bit.
Soon my kids will hold their little sister and the questions will cease for a bit. It won’t all make sense, they will just be settled enough with the ambiguity as they enjoy a new baby in the home. Now if I can just keep from going into labor on a three day road trip…..
Here’s to curious little minds!
Our last Thursday night dinner is tonight and I’m not prepared to say goodbye yet. The last week before you move is always the most busy and emotional. You have thoughts such as, “Should we really be doing this? Are we crazy? NOOOOOO…..!!!!” In our hearts we know this is right for our family and I’m looking to the adventure aspect to guide our excitement. But the goodbyes cause a deep ache on the insides. We’ve been here 10 years and this is where Matt and I built a life together. Our friendship, dating, marriage, birth of our children. It’s all been here. The memories this city holds are vast.
Meals with friends
Seeing friend’s children come into the world and others leave the world too soon
Mosquitos in July
Strawberries in June
Scrapped knees outside our house and apple trees that smear the pavement with brown goo
Music and jazz in the summer
Quiet and lonely winters
A bouquet of friends
…… onto another adventure as a huge chapter in a lovely book closes shut.