What the Picture People captured was almost as good-but you’ll have to wait until I have the patience for the scanner to see that. Continue reading “Smile practice, links of love, and the Fresh Air Fund still needs YOU”
Happy great start to your day! It’s magical over here: sunny and full of hope. Of course creating twenty minutes to start my day doing something I love (and doing it all alone on a quiet waking block) certainly helps! What are you going to do for twenty minutes today to take care of you?
Sam is a reader. Continue reading “One for the books”
This year we’re sending a card that Sam picked out,
and one of his drawings from school.
A photograph of him and his brother and a big smile.
It’s no longer a heavy heavy for me. Or him.
(When it stopped being about me, and what if I say the wrong thing, or not enough of something, or too much of another thing.)
It’s simply something we do with joy and ease in May: we send Tea a Mother’s Day card.
She is his first mother.
She will always be his first mother.
She will always be the person who Sam likes to thank for;
“carrying me in your tummy and having me, and loving me all that time,”
and “everyday still”.
She is the one who made me a mom too.
Who chose to believe in my own ability to do so, even when my own body couldn’t or didn’t.
I get less and less hung up on holidays of any sort.
This one has so many opportunities for me to make so many people genuinely happy that I can’t not.
I send my loving Mama a thing (this year a Snapfish notebook with her
favorite grandkids on it) that is useful and fun.
I pick a different super Mama’s in our lives each year to make a donation in their name to Unicef to help other Mamas be their best too.
And I love planning how to get other people to help my sons honor me with a thing, but that is worthy of another post soon.
I scan for coupons and deals so I can slip in a “Well look at this? Look what the Mother’s Day fairy sent me thing”. This year a beach chair that has straps for my back so I can carry all of their beach things too that will keep them happy while I sit on my old butt on my new chair. Did I mention the new suit that will fit when I have about five less pounds on all my things? The mother’s fairy was generous in a way.
I put up a new window bird feeder to help the new birdie mamas feed their babies. I even got it to stick.
For a list of socially conscious to all out frivolous gifts for all the moms on your list-I like this post on the topic from Rage Against the Minivan. Feel free to add links to your lists below.
How are you honoring your first mom? Their first mom? Other moms in your life this year?
He has a gift.
He can hit.
Hand eye coordination doesn’t begin to explain it, either. He aligns the speed of the ball, and the contact with the bat, with every muscle in his arms, legs, and eyes in harmonic syncopation. This has been going on for years, and with his first coach pitch game only two weeks away, I am getting ready.
Ready for the joy he radiates when he hits.
Ready for the heads looking up and over as the ball soars beyond the scope of expectation. Continue reading “Grand S(l)am: bragging rights are not biological”
Ordinary is one of the words of the week. We play with words at our house. A list is a challenge. A game in the making.
Mary Baba was not an ordinary girl.
Gummy bears for breakfast is not an ordinary request.
Correct, it is not ordinary for you to wear matching socks.
A merry-go-round in the mall, is beyond the ordinary indeed!
Below is an excerpt from the letter that I sent the owner of the Portland Pirates hockey team , Brian Petrovek, after chaperoning my son’s kindergarten class to a “Kids Hockey Game Day” provided to Maine’s school children by his franchise. After assuring the administrators of many schools that “violence would not be part of this kids day event” permission slips were sent home, arrangements made. Continue reading “Don’t “just hockey” me… Mama C speaks out”
I woke up with Marcel on my left and Sam on my right. Perhaps that is what started it all… My dear friend S offered to me sometime ago that balance was a myth. Maybe so, but damn well ingrained over here. What are you balancing today? Good thing I ran out of room huh? No pun intended…