Comparisons and Joy

Last week, I got artsy and made this for our bedroom wall:

We needed "something" on that wall, but there was more, in this moment of time, behind my decision to choose this particular quote. I've often repeated Fortescue's "Comparisons are odious" (thanks go to Madeleine L'Engle for ingraining this in my memory and mind) to myself, but I think I like Roosevelt's "Comparison is the thief of joy" even better, because it more completely sums up what comparing does in one's life: it really does steal joy. And I needed, really, really needed, something tangible to remind me of this right now. Why, you might ask? Well... for the very simple reason that my brother-in-law and sister-in-law just bought a gorgeous new house. I am SO happy for them - it was a long time coming, they've made a lot of sacrifices to get to this place, and it is a wonderful change and opportunity for them (not to mention, I look forward to hanging out with them in their great new space!) That being said, though, I've found it a REAL challenge to "keep my eyes on my own work" and not be absolutely overcome with envy of this great space that they now have. Now, just to be clear, this isn't the sort of envy that wants them NOT to have it; rather, an intense feeling of inadequacy in our home space, of wishing we had similar amenities for ourselves and our kids, not at all a desire for our beloved family NOT to have those things or any ill will towards them for having them. But it IS hard not to covet the things that they have, and that is where comparison comes in: until they bought this beautiful, to my eyes giant, new space, I was totally content (or, at least almost totally) in my own home. Sure, it's a fixer-upper and not to everyone's taste. It was built in the 50's and is in keeping with the smaller footprint of those days; around 1300 square feet, no expansive rooms, no dining room and the eat-in kitchen is quite small, as are the bathrooms. It's got a lot of rough edges and while we've done a lot of work on it already (with even more planned for the coming weekend - we're overhauling the main bathroom, new floors, new paint, new vanity and medicine cabinet, etc), the "to-do" list is still a mile long, with essentials like new windows, a new door that doesn't require being duct-taped shut in the winter, and electrical overhauls all on there. But it is full of character, reminds me a ton of my grandparents' home, and has a lot of real benefits for us, such as being walking distance from nearly everything you could need (seriously - yarn store, fabric store, hardware store, garden store, grocery store, post office, Big Lots, Hallmark, two florists, two drug stores, a shoe/running store, two ice cream stands, the library, a deli, the farmer's market, several parks, just to name SOME of what we can easily walk to).  Despite being "in the middle of town" in that sense, we live on a quiet street, and with the exception of the train that goes through our backyard, there is minimal traffic noise.  The space isn't huge but it does have four bedrooms so our family can expand as it needs; the utilities aren't high, and we love our little backyard even if it isn't the 5 acres I once dreamed of.

So what is the problem? Well, when you compare our place with all its rough edges to someone else's.. that's where the trouble starts, and truly, as we moved our family into their new space, it's all I could see. We don't have a sun porch, or a deck, or two fireplaces (or even one). We don't have a rec room and a living room, nor a space big enough to really host holiday gatherings. We don't have a swing set, or a huge driveway for my kids to play on. The list could go on and on, of all the things we don't have, instead of those that we do. However, after falling down into the realms of unhappiness because of this (and I mean, really, being eaten up with that feeling for awhile) God has kindly reminded me of the antidote, which requires nothing more than the discipline to practice it consistently.  The solution is simply focusing on the blessings in my life, rather than any perceived lack, and remembering that these blessings are given like manna from above, sufficient to my needs if not to all my wants.

And the blessings, when I stop to really reflect on it, are so many!  I've been given the unbelievable gift (though not everyone would see it this way) of living what I call "the slow life," which is exactly what I WANT to be doing deep down. I have the freedom every day to walk to the places I need to go, instead of driving (in fact, because we currently are choosing to have only one vehicle, I mostly have to walk rather than drive...) This has physical benefits (I definitely don't have to count calories!) as well as mental ones (it's a good deal more relaxing to walk than to drive, and a great stress-reliever), and I believe it will install good values in my children.  It also limits my shopping to those things that I really want or need, because if you have to put in physical effort to get there, and strategize how you'll carry things back, it naturally limits the things you buy. I have the luxury of being at home with my kids, even if it doesn't feel like a luxury every moment of the day.  We also have the financial freedom that comes from a smaller mortgage - the knowledge that if my husband lost his job, we wouldn't have to come up with "as much" as many of our peers. Sometimes it feels quite strange and counter-cultural to be counting as blessings the very things that my grandparents' generation was happy to do away with. For instance, the highlight of my weekend (other than my daughter's fourth birthday party, of course) was that my dad built us a fabulous, sturdy clothesline:

I've wanted one since long before we bought our house, and it's taken us three summers to finally make it a reality, but I can now easily hang our clothes to dry.  In this age of convenience, it definitely isn't typical to eschew the clothes dryer in favor of the work of hanging out the laundry. In fact, in a lot of neighborhoods, it's consider rather low-class and therefore a bit taboo. But like walking everywhere, it's relaxing, saves $$, and is way better for the planet (sunshine is free, and gentle to the earth). And this is the life that I chose, and that I continue to choose every day: a life where my to-do list includes things like making my own granola, baking sourdough bread, hanging the laundry and washing the diapers. The list probably isn't any shorter than most moms - in fact, sometimes it is longer, and the amount of time I spend on tasks like putting bread on the table is much closer to how long it would take my great-grandparents to do that thing, rather than my friends (after all, it isn't the culmination of three days work to grab a loaf of bread at the store). Yet the process of doing these things, of living at a slower pace, brings great joy, and thus is incomparably more "worth it" than the perhaps "more convenient" path from a to b. Of course, that's not to say I don't choose convenience much of the time. For instance, I use the microwave quite a lot, and am quite happy to have a clothes dryer to use when we need something quick. I'm glad I don't have to gather firewood every day, and milk my own cow, or generate my own electricity.  In those things where I can "make my own" though there is a lot of joy to be had in doing so. I just need to remind myself, and let God remind me, that I don't need the blessings that He has given to others - that rather, the blessings He HAS given to me are exactly those I need to grow in grace. He's given enough for growth, and enough for pleasure; enough to suit MY temperament and my husband and children, not someone else's. It's all from His hand, and I need to remember that, and let that be enough. 

The funny thing about all of this (or not so funny, really) is that this isn't the first time I've had to learn this lesson, or struggled in this area; it seems to be a recurring theme, which is doubly sad, one because I keep having to relearn the lesson, and two because in re-reading this post, I realize what a whiny, silly lesson it even is to learn (because really, we have SO much to be grateful for that I feel rather ashamed even sharing that I DO struggle with this so much).  I guess it is an example of the insanity of concupiscence and sin, that we have to learn these things over and over again, and that we return to bitter fruit even when there is sweet available.  Every time I've focused on the beauties and blessings of my life, I find myself more and more in love with all of it: with God, my spouse, my kids, my extended family, my friends; with my house, my yard, my job, my life, and all the little gifts that come my way.  Every time, conversely, that I let myself get sucked into comparisons, whether through browsing a bit too much on Pinterest, or a real world run-in with something "better" by worldly standards, I end up miserable, eaten up with covetousness and envy.  I'd really rather live in joy, but too often I let it slip through my fingers.  Perhaps it is just hard when your own blessings are more intangible and less visible (it's hard to "see" the blessing of staying at home, when that coveted sunroom is staring you in the face!)  But such is the human condition... all we can do is pray for the grace to try and try again.

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 In other news, a few quick snippets of what we've been up to:

*Georgie has been absolutely delighted watching the growth of these:

That's right - a nest of baby bunnies right in our yard. They are so cute that it's hard to leave them alone, and not steal one to keep as a pet!

*Our garden is growing great, so far.  Carrots, parsnips, beets, snap peas, basil, dill, and a few flowers seem to be off to a great start.  I just put in four tomatoes today as well - had to pull a few of the peas to make room, but I figured it was worth the trade to get the tomatoes in and growing.

 

*My husband put in a new herb bed for me, much better than the simple rock bordered one I'd had in the past (and as it's a raised bed, filled with nice MooDirt topsoil, the herbs will probably grow a lot better) :

*This little cherry bush is on its third summer.  Last year it seemed to grow really well, but then this spring only the bottom inch or so seemed to actually be opening its buds.  I figured that it had mostly died during the winter, so I chopped off the top in hopes that it would grow more: and now look at it!  If only *I* responded as well to God's prunings as this plant did to mine.

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* I'm super excited for next week, when the CSA that we signed up for back in April starts.  My parents are getting us a chest freezer as a birthday present, just in time to be able to freeze any extras that we get, and I think it's going to be fun to learn to cook with some new veggies, and challenge myself to use as much of the produce as possible!

 

*Oh, and the crabapple tree we planted this spring?  Yeah, completely covered in little baby crapapples.  If they do well, I'm looking forward to making some crabapple jelly and butter in the fall... 

 

 

I really could go on and on about all the little blessings and good things in our life right now.  Sure, there are lots of little trials, too... today I would rather NOT have been home with my kids, when I tried to put the baby down *7* times for naps, only to have him wake back up each time 10-20 minutes later.  Georgie actually was kind of a champ for not losing it too badly on a day like today, because truth be told, *I* did.  And yesterday I'd have rather NOT been living the slow life when after walking to the library and back with a 18 lb three month old in the Ergo and pushing the four year old in the stroller, I decided to walk to the hardware store (10 minute walk in the other direction) only to find, on arriving, that they didn't have the thing that I needed.  However, this too was a blessing, since it pushed me to cobble together a *free* solution to my problem, instead...

 

Anyway that's pretty much life these days in a nutshell.  Reciting my many blessings over to myself and enjoying all that the beginning of summer holds.  Truly - if you struggle with this too, give it a try: every day for a week, think of as many good things about your home, your life, your spouse, etc as you can.  Thoughts as small as "wow, I love this old woodwork" add up, and before you know it, you'll be looking with gratefulness and love, rather than the diminishing, negating lens of comparison.

 

Peace to all!  Enjoy June!

 

Parenting the Spirited Child

Parenting: a topic on which I claim no authority, save for the experience of being in the trenches of motherhood, and learning on the fly what it means to accept your child for who they are.  As the fourth anniversary of my entrance to motherhood rapidly approaches, I wanted to share a few thoughts, ramblings, suggestions, and my own experience of the intense experience of trying to parent a spirited child.

(Note: LW will henceforth be referred to as "Georgie" - short for "Curious Georgina" which is the absolute most fitting name I can think of for her.  For one, she loves all things Curious George; for another, I find myself regularly empathizing with the Man with the Yellow Hat, since Georgie's curious, vivacious, energetic nature leads her to think of doing things that I'm convinced ordinary kids just don't think of.  Like, for instance pouring water into a table lamp "just to see what would happen."  'Nough said.)

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I guessed early on in Georgie's infancy that she was going to be a "high-need" baby.  Of course this wasn't really a surprise to me; I'd been hearing stories my whole life of how "high-need" a baby I'd been, not wanting anyone but my mom to hold me for months on end, screaming bloody murder in the car seat, and nursing well past the one, two, and three year marks.  I suppose as a result I just assumed that my own babies would be high need, and indeed, I don't think I even realized that Georgie's behavior was all that unusual until her little brother came along.  All of a sudden I had a baby who I could lay down and he'd actually, much of the time, not immediately wake upon meeting the sheets; a baby that smiled at strangers instead of responding with an intense, piercing, non-smiling stare; a mellow baby who thus far doesn't seem too much bothered by clothing or sounds or different people.  In contrast, Georgie pretty early on couldn't stand the tags in her shirts, or her socks on "twisty"; hated strong smells, separation, and sounds, and didn't transition easily.  She nursed frequently, and wanted to be held pretty much always, but was an intensely happy baby when she was happy.  

As prepared as I was for the high-need, lots of nursing/little sleep/no separation kind of baby, I was totally not ready for the biting, scratching, intense tantrums that began around 13 months. A high-need, spirited toddler was a whole new beast, and I have to say, I don't think I handled the transition from "meet all their wants immediately, because their wants are needs" to "some wants are now wants, and you're going to have to actually parent them through strong emotions" all that well.  I wavered between being too harsh, and being too soft, lacking consistency, and perhaps as a result, we never really seemed to emerge out of tantrum-land.  Other kids seem to go through phases that are relatively easy and those that are harder; with Georgie, it has sometimes seemed like every new phase is just harder than the last!  This has been especially true since her little brother was born.  The 3.5 months since he arrived have been very long, not because having a newborn again is tough, but because it seems like we've been trying everything under the sun to help Georgie adjust.  Some days are ok, some days are really hard, and some days I want to pen her up in a single room, just so that she can't destroy anything else or poison or electrocute herself.  I rather thought that many of those problems would have eased by this point, since she's old enough to know what things in the house we've said are off limits, but I didn't take into account the fact that she'd eventually reach an age where she was testing EVERY limit that we had stipulated.  Or, if I did, I thought she'd be like 13, not 3, when that happened.  Of course, she's just about to turn four, and I HAVE heard that 3.5 is a notoriously hard age...

All of this, of course, is not to say that I don't LOVE my little girl absolutely to death.  The thing about spirited kids (I'm using Mary Sheedy Kurcinka's term) is that they're just MORE of everything.  In particular, Georgie is MORE energetic, persistent, and intense than her peers.  She has a harder time with transitions, her tantrums are wilder, she has stronger opinions about everything from food to what she's going to wear.  When she loves something, she loves that thing (or person) quite totally; when she plays, she throws herself all the way into play (so much that I think she sort of frightens her not-quite two-year-old cousin, who often doesn't know what to make of her wild laughter, shrieking, and chasing him around the house).  She's the classic "when she was good, she was very very good, and when she was bad she was horrid" kind of child.  When she is happy or excited, she is a total joy to be around: witty, funny, insightful, and intensely creative/curious.  Hence the "Curious Georgina": she gets into everything simply because she wants to know how it all works, and wants to build new things from everything she finds.  She's the kid whose sense of style is wide enough to encompass the backwards dress over the pair of pants with sneakers for church (and oh yes, she might just bring an ant in a jar with her to Mass).  I love all of these things about her, because it is so clear that she is following her own fiery personality, which I know the world will all too soon try to stamp out.  I know that all of her qualities, if cultivated and tamed properly, will be wonderful ones to have in an adult: who doesn't want their child to grow up to be curious, inventive, persistent in the face of challenges, hold fast to their own convictions, follow their own style and interests, etc?!  

The only problem comes when you think about these things in the context of trying to shape and mold a person with all those characteristics who is still chronologically a preschooler.  Trying to erect safe fences of rationality, empathy, listening to authority, and common sense around the good and the bad of her innate personality sometimes feels like an impossible task, and I often - like, every single day, pretty much - feel like I'm failing at the job.  Sometimes it gets so bad that I think she'd be better off in preschool - that maybe they could "do more with her" - but then I remind myself that she'd likely be labeled a problem child or ADD, and that it's not likely we'd find a teacher as empathetic to the "potential" of good within her.  So we keep on keeping on.

So, for those of you who may have spirited children as well, and who are perhaps struggling, feeling worn out, misunderstood, and like the worst parent on the block, here are just a few things that ARE working for us:

1)  Read every positive parenting book you can get your hands on.  The following titles I've found particularly helpful, but if you know of one that I've missed, PLEASE feel free to suggest it to me!

• Your Spirited Child: A Guide for Parents Whose Child Is More Intense, Sensitive, Perceptive, Persistent, and Energetic
• Simplicity Parenting: Using the Extraordinary Power of Less to Raise Calmer, Happier, and More Secure Kids
• Parenting with Grace: The Catholic Parents' Guide to Raising Almost Perfect Kids
• Let the Baby Drive: Navigating the Road of New Motherhood
• How to Behave So Your Preschooler Will, Too!
• Peaceful Parent, Happy Kids: How to Stop Yelling and Start Connecting

2) Start every day with a quick prayer for patience.  This actually should be #1 on the list!

3) Establish a daily routine.  This is hard for me, because as a spirited person myself who isn't highly routinized, I find it hard to actually do things in the same order every day (not hard in the sense of annoying, but hard in the sense of I forget to try to do so!)  For instance, bedtime seems to slide later and later, then we rein it back in, then it slides later again.  Recently, I actually posted a schedule on our fridge with approximate times and pictures of our daily activities, so that Georgie could look at it and have a sense of where we were at in the day... however, I think it actually helps me more than her, because it reminds me that if it's noon, we SHOULD be having lunch right now, or if it's 8, I need to be getting her ready for bed.  It also helps remind me that while it may seem easier to let her eat in front of the T.V. or in the living room "just this once" rather than gently encourage her to come sit at the kitchen table, when we actually sit at the table for meals she eats better, and thus her blood sugar stays more stable, and our day goes better.

4) Try to see the humor and find the positive in every situation.  This does NOT come naturally to me, and I've found parenting Georgie to be, thus far, the best spiritual discipline (discipline like being taken out back with a switch!) I've ever encountered.  I lose my temper way, way, too easily: it took having a three-year-old to come to terms with that fact, and admit that I need to work on this flaw every single day.  The fact is, though, that when I can just laugh about things, or at least bite my tongue long enough to realize that this spill, or this mess, or this delay doesn't matter in the grand scheme, then we actually can get past it (get cleaned up, get where we are going) much, much faster than if I, in my harsh reaction, instigate a tantrum on her part.

5) Similar to 4, try to make everything possible into a game.  If she runs away from tooth brushing, I try to make it into a game.  Trouble at mealtime?  NOTHING has worked as well for us as to make mealtime into a descriptive, culinary experience.  Instead of hounding your child about how many bites they need to eat, try describing the food as YOU eat it, then encourage them to have a small bite and describe it.  We just started this recently, and it's absolutely amazing how Georgie has begun to try new foods and describe them, and actually seems to be enjoying eating for once!  However, I have to admit that I'm still really bad at this.  A large part of the lack of cooperation and peace in our household seems to stem from the fact that I am constantly trying to run through the day like a checklist, trying to just efficiently jog down my list of "to-do's"... which is a recipe for disaster when you have a child with the energy level (and need for stimulation) of your average Labrador retriever.

6) Cultivate affection for and connection with your child.  It's sort of the same principle as when you're having a hard time with your spouse: you have to remember why you fell in love with them, and put yourself in a position to do so, again.  For us, that's meant finding activities that we both enjoy and can get engaged in; this works because a) when she's engaged in an activity, she's not doing something else that pushes my buttons, and b) we get to bond over shared interests.  No one told me this before she was born, but sometimes, when you go through a long period of behavioral frustrations with a child, that becomes all you can see in them, which leads to a self-perpetuating cycle: you give them less attention because you are frustrated with them, they act up to gain attention, and things get worse and worse.  Short-circuiting the process by finding lots of opportunities for your child to show off their most positive qualities really does help boost your sense of affection towards them, which leads to more affectionate actions, which in turn makes them feel happier, more secure, and thus act more positively all the way around.

6) Finally: try, try again.  If something doesn't work, try something else.  Don't give up, and (I say this for my own benefit as much as anyone else's) don't be too hard on yourself.  As Lu Hanessian says, "There are things our children need to learn that we never think to teach them".  This includes how to say "I'm sorry," and the fact that we all are human, we make mistakes, we are imperfect.  It is O.K. for you to be an imperfect parent, a person-in-progress, just as it is for them.  Let your child be a child in your eyes... and try to model for them being a person in charge of your own emotions and actions, but failing that, be a model of apologizing, fixing mistakes, and forgiveness.

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Anyway, we definitely don't have it close to figured out in our house: I'm pretty sure I'm getting grey hairs, and Georgie hasn't even turned four yet.  Mostly I wanted to share all of this because I've quite often felt like being a parent is by far the hardest thing I've EVER had to do, and yet I'm surrounded by friends who have "easy" kids, which can really make you wonder if you're doing something wrong or are just horribly inept at being a parent.  I know others of you out there DO struggle with similar challenges and doubts, so I wanted to say, come, sit, have a virtual cup of tea with me, and know that you're not alone!

Also, if you have any parenting suggestions for what has worked with your own spirited kid, please, please, please share them!  As I said, things are very much a work-in-progress in our house, and I could use all the help, advice, or just plain commiseration I can get :)

(and, as should be my ending caveat with any post from here on out, my apologies for any typos or incoherence - I'm generally nursing/balancing a three-month-old/fending off a four-year-old at any given moment of writing, not to mention having a horribly scrambled postpartum mommy-brain.  Whatever literary skills I once possessed have pretty definitely.. disappeared, as evidenced by the fact that I can't even think of a witty metaphor to describe where they've gone).

After The Long Silence...

I've intended to post something so very many times in the last year, but somehow just never had the time, or the "something" to write about.  And when too much time goes by (like, over a year?!), one begins to question whether it is even worth it to say anything at all - whether any readers are still following, whether anyone still wants to hear anything I have to say.  However, since I don't want this space just to fade away, and since writing needs to remain a part of my life, no matter how small, I'm biting the bullet to do a "general update" and hopefully in doing so, eliminating my main excuse for not posting more often.

So what's happened in the last year?

The biggest change is that after my miscarriage last February, we waited a few months to "try again" - but it didn't take long before I was pregnant again.  I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a lot of anxiety in the first few weeks after that positive test, but this time around, our little one grew right on schedule.  We welcomed our baby BOY in mid February, via planned c-section.  Which is a story in itself: how we found out he was breech at 37 weeks, all the ways we motivated him to try and turn, and then coming to a place of peace about the necessity of the c-section.  However, as all of that truly deserves its own post, I'll save that for another day; since it's a story I definitely want to share, hopefully it'll be another reason to post soon.

Adjusting to life as a mom of two, with a high-need four year old, has been... a challenge.  I've found myself turning into (even while I was pregnant, but much more since Little Boy was born) a mom that I didn't like or recognize.  As a result, I've spent a LOT of time in the last few months reading every positive-parenting type book I could get my hands on.  I now have lots of thoughts and suggestions in this area, although truth-be-told, peace in our household is definitely a day-by-day work-in-progress.  But we're working on it, which is more than I can say about six months ago.

Other than behavioral challenges, I have been really enjoying having an almost-four-year-old though.  We're finally reaching the age where so many of the things I looked forward to when I was pregnant with her are becoming a possibility!  Grand plans await this summer, such as hiking, visiting my favorite hands-on science museum, visiting many of our state parks, more gardening, and starting somewhat more formal homeschooling in the fall.  LW (who incidentally needs a new and better blog name - something befitting her spirited, persistent, energetic nature) currently loves everything outdoors, especially bugs and creatures (for instance, she took an ant in a jar to Mass recently!); is a perpetual motion dynamo; can talk a blue streak when she wants to but is also often quietly observant, especially in social situations where she is beginning to bloom but still can be quite shy.  She has also developed into an incredibly dedicated big sister, who has totally adored "baby brudder" from day one.  She may have acted out quite a lot with US but her love of HIM was never something that could be questioned.

Little Boy (who also needs a better blog name - I will have to ponder these things) is in a lot of ways a very different baby than LW was.  He seems mostly a lot more mellow; the type of baby that you can actually put DOWN when he falls asleep.  He still has strong wants/needs, and makes those known, but is otherwise (especially now that the colicky first 12 weeks are over) an affable, happy little tyke.  It's been really neat getting to know him, to see his own personality emerge, and to find myself totally falling in love with another little person.  I found that the bonding happened much, much faster this time around - nearly immediately, vs taking several weeks with LW.  This was interesting to me, because it upended my belief that c-sections always made bonding harder; in my case, the c-section was radically less "traumatic" than my completely natural, med-free birth with LW.  Anyway, I've been enjoying every stage of Little Boy's growth.  I find that this time around, I'm not in such a hurry for him to grow and change; just reveling in the new little developments as they happen.  I was also worried, before he was born, about going back to having a newborn/infant, and how I would adjust.  I felt like I'd gotten used to the "freedoms" of an older child, and would be bored and irritated by the constant demands (and non-talking-ness) of a younger child.  However, I've found that I didn't account for the bonding/love element.  Other people's infants may still be boring to me, but just like with LW, I could stare in this little guy's eyes all day.  It's amazing, too, how much more relaxed I am with a newborn this time around.  Nothing seems hard or foreign, and I'm much more comfortable breastfeeding in public spaces, and going out and about with him than I was when LW was tiny. If anything, I find being the mom of a four-year-old a lot more challenging, which is probably how it will always be: I expect LW will always be the one to challenge us to rise to new heights as parents, simply because every step of the way is new with her.

In other news, we continue to make renovations, slowly, on our house.  It's fun to watch it really becoming "ours," even if it sometimes feels unbearably slow!  One recent addition that meant a lot to me was my birthday present: a crabapple tree for our front yard.  Growing up, my grandmother's house (which was right around the corner from my parents', and thus I spent a lot of time there, literally living there for a couple of weeks in the summer when my cousin was visiting) had a crabapple in the front yard, a mature tree big enough to climb in, and my cousin and I used to make "houses" out of rags up in the branches.  Since then, I've always wanted a crabapple in my own front yard, and this year we finally found the time and $$ to plant one.  It's funny, but our house really reminds me so much of my grandparents' place, anyway; it has the same worn old pine floors, it was built around the same time, and just "feels" similar.  Since I associate my grandparents' house with some of my most pleasant childhood memories, this really pleases me; it's funny that it would be their house, not my parents', that I seek to recapture, but my cousin would say the same thing: not that there was anything wrong with our own childhood homes, but there was just something so very special about my grandparents'.  I guess that was partly the mystery and allure of a place that held so much of our fathers' childhoods, but also the physical and emotional presence of my grandfather and grandmother, made it very, very special, because they were such special people.  I suspect LW is beginning to set the same sorts of nostalgic impressions of HER grandparents' house (my childhood home), and that suits me just fine.  Anyway, memories of Grammy and Grampa's place help me to be "OK" with our snug little house with (essentially) one bathroom, in this day and age of McMansions.  Whenever I begin to question raising a household of children in this place, I remind myself that my grandparents did it with an even smaller space.  They had an eat-in-kitchen, too, and no one ever seemed to mind the fact that there was only about three feet of room on any given side of the kitchen table...

Dealing with "keeping up with the Joneses" and house-jealousy, however, is definitely another thing I've dealt with in the last year, and something I'd love to share...

I've also been pondering lately how so much of my life seems to be wrapped up in domestic affairs (and truth-be-told, domestic enjoyments, more than anything - sewing, knitting, reading, baking, feeding my family, homesteading, learning more and more about real food, composting, and many "crunchy" endeavors, and loving it), and sometimes I wonder whether I'm being "Christian" enough in going about my days.  Should I be enjoying these domestic delights so much, shouldn't I rather be spending my time in spiritual reading and pursuits?  And yet, I am heartened by the thought of Chesterton, who certainly loved domestic pleasures as well as God.  Another post for another day :)

Of course, there are so many more things to talk about, but my daughter's scheduled morning Curious George episode is almost over, so I've got to wrap up for now.  I hope that there are still readers out there, and that I can find time to keep up posting here a bit more frequently than once a year :)

With that, and a photo of my two babies, I'll end :)  Peace be with you all!