Monthly Archives: November 2014

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What I didn’t know then

While digging in the closet today I found this start to a baby blanket. I began knitting it eight years ago, when I was pregnant with my first born and found out he would be a boy. To me this scrap of yarn represents everything I didn’t know or couldn’t imagine before I had kids.
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Andrew was born five weeks early before I finished the blanket or even had the baby shower my friends had organized. The yarn and needles lay tucked away along with so many plans.

When I began knitting this blanket I never imagined how scary it would be when Andrew came down with RSV and needed a breathing treatment at four months, or how guilty I felt when he was two and broke his leg. I couldn’t imagine how alone and helpless I would feel when he was five and diagnosed with ADHD.

I also never imagined how full my heart would feel whenever I look at him. Or how I can’t help but smile at his clever observations. Or how proud I am of him when he does something selfless.

The present may be different from the future I planned, but it is better than I could have dreamed.

I binded off the blanket and decided to call it a scarf. Albeit a long ugly scarf. I gave it to Andrew because after all it was meant for him.

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If I were a rich mom…

As I was pulling out of the neighborhood to run errands on my day off I noticed a mobile dog groomer van in front of my neighbor’s house. “What a great service,” I thought. It got me thinking that now-a-days you really can pay for convenience and I wondered what I would pay for if I won the mom lotto.

The first indulgence came to mind instantly. Car service. I wouldn’t want to hire a full time chauffeur because I like to drive, but think of how much more you could get done as a mom if you didn’t have to drive. You could pull back ‘dance hair’ and tie karate belts as you lounged out in the back of a town car. Maybe we would be on time.

The next service I would acquire is a toilet cleaner. I would pay big bucks for this specialty. Many families use a house cleaning service. With three kids and a full time job I myself have a professional come in every so often, but no  one ever cleans in the recesses around the toilet, places you wouldn’t know existed if you didn’t have little boys. I suspect the bathroom by the video game corner may cost extra. That’s ok I’d pay it.

Everyone in Hollywood has a personal assistant right? I would get one too. His/her job would be to go through the kids backpacks and folders and sort out all the paperwork from school, sports, scouts, and activities. My assistant would sort them all and place the important dates on our family calendar, and then remind me over and over.

Next would be a stylist. But they wouldn’t have to a true professional, just someone who could convince the kids to wear real clothes, unlike me. Joe’s Flacco jersey went for three days in a row last week and it is getting too cold for Sophie to wear the lollipop dress every day.

If I still had money left over I would also hire a toy sorter. This may sound like an excess but really it will be nice. Think of how any board games, puzzles, and Lego sets you have right now that are missing one tiny yet critical piece. Having someone come into you house once a day and put everything in its proper place would make all the toys seem new everyday. Unlike the toilet service, I suspect we’d outgrow this need as the kids get older.

But oh well, isn’t there a quote like: “a rich mom is one whose children run to her arms when her hands are empty.” I guess I do feel wealthy with love.

What would you do if you won the mom lotto?

 

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The twilight of my garden

It has been a long time since I wrote a  piece for this blog. I have been in the process of packing up this household and building a new house on the mouth of the Magothy in Annapolis. One of the chores I didn’t relish was turning my garden back into a lawn for my neighbor who has been so kind to lease us space.

Many of my posts focus on my belief that children should have a garden to connect them to earth and healthy ways. In my garden my children have learned how to make compost and take care of pet worms.  They learned to mash up mint for homemade bug repellent. They grew fruits and vegetables and picked them for dinner.

Now that garden I built with love, where I took that picture of Joe in a pea patch, needs to end. Eventually when we settle into the new house we will start again. Last week the kids and I took apart the forms, dug up our special rocks, pulled up plants, and raked out the dirt. With a tear in my eye I shook a bag of grass seed over the lawn.

What happened next warmed my heart. My little 20 month old picked up a watering can and toddled around pouring little drops over the seeds. He recognized a seed and knew how to grow it.

In this moment I had new hope that my children’s generation will turn us around. Where we grow our own food free on pesticides and GMOs that make us sick.  Where we eat real whole food from local sources without the wasteful packaging that fills up landfills.

This hope energizes me to re start my garden and my blog.
Enjoy your fall harvest.