One of my favorite podcasts, that I highly recommend to any mom of littles, is Glorious in the Mundane by Christy Nockels. Each one is a little balm to my soul in the midst of my often packed-too-much-in-to-another one days. If a day goes smoothly enough, and I’m able to carve a little creative time into my afternoon, I often enjoy doing my projects while she proclaims truth over me in her soothing, Tennessee drawl. Trust me on this, and mine a little gold from her archived episodes if you haven’t listened already.
I think I say this in some form, nearly every post as of late, but I’ve felt really overwhelmed with all the day-to-day lately (details explained below). The lesson that has been impressed on me very loudly lately, for maybe the first time in all of my mothering, is it’s good to wake up and feel like you can’t make it without Jesus’s help.
I can’t remember a time where I’ve ever had to rely on Him so much, not mentally but physically. And faithfully, of course, He always shows up. Life has a way of helping me, oh so often, not to become prideful. I just wanted to make sure and say this in case my girls are reading this someday in the same stage of life I am now. It’s okay (and sometimes maybe even for the betterment of your children) if you feel like you don’t have it all together. Christy’s latest podcast is about this and I have a feeling this sentiment is going to be woven into a theme for me throughout this year. That and Time. No mom guilt here, I just want to make sure I’m giving my girls the best of my time so I am putting in place some safeguards to make sure that happens. Time will be my friend, not my enemy in 2017.
If the days goes smoothly enough and Sibby takes a morning nap at the right time when we don’t have errands to run or dinner to prep, or what not, Bea and I sit down to do “school”. We like Kumon books, as well as other Amazon recommended workbooks that guide us through following directions and fine motor skills. I thought I didn’t enjoy “homeschooling” but I was wrong. This time it has been fun (I think I am utilizing more resources this time and better able to block out time for it, as when MG was in three-school, Bea was a year older than Sibby is now…ie not napping in the mornings and into everything).
Bea enjoys the time and attention I’m able to give her during these moments, precious little does it feel for all of us. She has not mastered her letters or sounds but it thrills my heart that she is learning to follow directions, a skill that seemed lagging in her as of yet. She is a willing and eager student so long as I don’t push her too much. (Hindsight with MG also showed me that the concepts will come, waiting until she’s ready is mutually beneficial.)
Today I reached back into an old pocket of my brain and taught her, line-by-line, how to draw a simple cat. I didn’t tell her what we were drawing first, as I didn’t want her to have any pre-conceived notions, but instead modeled what I wanted her to draw, a line at a time. Before the final mark, she had accurately guessed what we were working on. It was then she took ownership of her drawing, adding in the eyes, dot nose, and stick-line mouth as she saw fit. Dotted noses and small heads are very characteristic of three year old drawings and I counted it a win that I had saved her from the latter, while her chosen dotted nose actually worked pretty well this time.
Sadly, but really not too sadly, Sibby seems to have outgrown her johnny jump-up and exersaucer. I counted on those two things for the better part of three months to keep her contained and happy during dinner, sewing time, or meal prep. Now she just fusses and cries in them, angry at her freedom being taken away. It feels good to be able to peaceably part with them, though. Another reminder of moving forward into the exciting future and leaving behind the relics of babyhood for the next family to enjoy.
She is up on all fours, rocking, before falling to her belly to drag herself the rest of the way to her final destination. It always amazes me, around this milestone in particular, how babies have an innate sense to just “do the next thing” without any apparent lessons or help from us. They seem to be born with some kind of wind-up clock that ticks and rings to remind them to start practicing the next feat at just the right time. And then I can’t help but wonder, is this a gift we’ve been given our entire lives? Certainly now, any skill we master seems to be chosen by our own volition and carefully mastered under precise lessons, but…it does beg the question, when do we really stop growing?
We are undergoing a small kitchen renovation (apparently we did NOT lose the itch, even after our last house). We’ve removed a quarter wall to open it up and increase the use of our island (peninsula?). N and his dad built open shelves for us to make up for the cabinets we lost in the process. We’ll add new countertops, paint the remaining cabinets, and add some new appliances. Before the process is over, we’ll also add new flooring on the main level and stairs, as well as say goodbye to the old carpet (apparently my kids can’t handle ivory carpet in the main living spaces as it has already been marked a number of times from nail polish, permanent marker, Sibby’s spit up, and food stains). Construction is chaos but it’s a change I welcome, knowing and hoping the end result is worth it. I’ll post some before, durings, and afters when it’s done (one more month?)!
a very tired, but happy