Greetings Friends,
Blogging has fallen low on my list of self-love objectives as of late. I hope you all understand. Life has been busy, but just the kind of busy we love. Christian is back on the soccer field for spring season and we're all having a blast watching his games. Nolan wrote his name the other day. It was a big deal.
School has been busy. My classes are fine, not exceptionally exciting, but enjoyable nonetheless. Math is troubling, but that is nothing new. I've made some new friends this semester, and they are a real hoot. I enjoy the time I spend with them and they make my school days loads more fun. Speaking of friends, my first couple of friends I met at college are graduating in a couple weeks! Oh it's thrilling and devastating at the same time. The latter is only applicable to me of course. I will miss them terribly, but I am so proud of them and even more excited to see what their futures hold.
This Easter weekend has been so lovely. Yosi took Friday off, so we've all had a long weekend. It's been so great to spend time at home (and OUTSIDE). The weather has been wonderful for the most part. This morning, my husband (who is usually more than content to drink his coffee in front of a soccer game on TV) suggested we go for a walk to the park. It was amazing. I'm sitting here in front of my Easter lily, which fills the room with the most wonderful spring scent.
Spring is upon us and I'm overjoyed about its arrival. I needed some sun and warm air. That sense of renewal and the promise of new life in the ground reminds me of the wonderful routine that time holds. It's so encouraging to find peace in the trust of time. Time will surely pass, holding healing and breaths of new energy. Luckily, this is just what this gal has needed lately.
Happy Holidaying to you and yours,
Carmen
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Wednesday, March 26, 2014
and the time.. it goes.
and just like that, the time keeps going.
It's such a strange paradox, to experience time as a mother.
The days are long, laborious, and repetitive. My mornings are filled with finding socks and packing lunches. I fill the same coffee cup, drive the same thirty miles, and sit in the same classes. Drive back the same way.. Evenings are filled with writing numbers and letters. Gathering up hats and gloves in order to ride bikes quickly before I must start dinner. Again.
bath, books, bed. wash, rinse, repeat.
When the alarm goes off at 6:24, and the house is dark and quiet, it seems like it will be an eternity before I'm able to lay my head back down to breathe in the warm air of sleep. But before I know it, the house is dark and quiet again.
wash, rinse, repeat.
I looked at Christian today and he looked six years old. He's been six since October, but today, I looked at him and he looked six. It made my heart ache a little bit. I think about how quickly these years have gone by. I think about another six years passing and my heart ache sharpens from a dull grief to a sharp panic.
I'm not ready. I need to prepare for what will happen. I need to prepare for how to be a mother to bigger boys, boys who are are ten, eleven, twelve... I need it to slow down, so I can savor every bit of magic that lingers in the length of these days. I need to remember that days are long but years are short and it's vital not to get swallowed up by the monotony.
Whether I'm ready or not, the time will move.
We'll ride bikes a tad longer tomorrow, the bath isn't going anywhere.
Until next time,
Carmen
It's such a strange paradox, to experience time as a mother.
The days are long, laborious, and repetitive. My mornings are filled with finding socks and packing lunches. I fill the same coffee cup, drive the same thirty miles, and sit in the same classes. Drive back the same way.. Evenings are filled with writing numbers and letters. Gathering up hats and gloves in order to ride bikes quickly before I must start dinner. Again.
bath, books, bed. wash, rinse, repeat.
When the alarm goes off at 6:24, and the house is dark and quiet, it seems like it will be an eternity before I'm able to lay my head back down to breathe in the warm air of sleep. But before I know it, the house is dark and quiet again.
wash, rinse, repeat.
I looked at Christian today and he looked six years old. He's been six since October, but today, I looked at him and he looked six. It made my heart ache a little bit. I think about how quickly these years have gone by. I think about another six years passing and my heart ache sharpens from a dull grief to a sharp panic.
I'm not ready. I need to prepare for what will happen. I need to prepare for how to be a mother to bigger boys, boys who are are ten, eleven, twelve... I need it to slow down, so I can savor every bit of magic that lingers in the length of these days. I need to remember that days are long but years are short and it's vital not to get swallowed up by the monotony.
Whether I'm ready or not, the time will move.
We'll ride bikes a tad longer tomorrow, the bath isn't going anywhere.
Until next time,
Carmen
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
report cards, being four, and other stuff.
Wow, I can't believe this month is already halfway over! One of my New Year's resolutions this year is to be a consistent (and consistently awesome) blogger... Let's file that under "I'm working on it".
So Christian is back in the school swing. We just received his report card and I am mighty proud of that young fellow. He's amazing and his kindergarten report card reflects his amazingness. After we sat and looked at it, Yosi promptly went over and hung the report card on the fridge. You could say he's a proud dad.
Nolan is being awesome at being three. But, he turns four NEXT WEEK. Sigh. How does that even happen? My baby is going to be four. Part of me is completely ecstatic, the other part is grief stricken. They even out to a sort of "wow, where did the time go? thank goodness we don't have to deal with three ever again". Three year olds are not rational people. While they are adorable, hilarious, and over-flowingly full of laughter, you cannot yet reason with these folks.
I'm working on not looking like I just had a baby. Even though I did. I don't know why us women do that to ourselves. I mean, talk about unreasonable. But I'm not being all intense and cranky about it because that's not useful, needed, or fun. I am just doing things I should be doing anyway like eating good, real food, and using my body in active and meaningful ways. By mindfully treating my body well, it will treat me well in return.
Until next time,
Carmen
So Christian is back in the school swing. We just received his report card and I am mighty proud of that young fellow. He's amazing and his kindergarten report card reflects his amazingness. After we sat and looked at it, Yosi promptly went over and hung the report card on the fridge. You could say he's a proud dad.
Nolan is being awesome at being three. But, he turns four NEXT WEEK. Sigh. How does that even happen? My baby is going to be four. Part of me is completely ecstatic, the other part is grief stricken. They even out to a sort of "wow, where did the time go? thank goodness we don't have to deal with three ever again". Three year olds are not rational people. While they are adorable, hilarious, and over-flowingly full of laughter, you cannot yet reason with these folks.
I'm working on not looking like I just had a baby. Even though I did. I don't know why us women do that to ourselves. I mean, talk about unreasonable. But I'm not being all intense and cranky about it because that's not useful, needed, or fun. I am just doing things I should be doing anyway like eating good, real food, and using my body in active and meaningful ways. By mindfully treating my body well, it will treat me well in return.
Until next time,
Carmen
Thursday, December 26, 2013
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