{Work in Progress Wednesday}

“Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.”
–Thomas Merton

(Work in progress: The weather has shifted enough that I find my fingers longing less for the warmth of wool and more for the color of thread and floss. I brought out the Clementine Pattern Co. sampler my in-laws gifted me for Christmas, and have been a happy stitcher sliding into the rhythm of spring ever since. )

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Of course you aren’t enough

There’s that moment with each child– that “Oh my word, I am in over my head,” moment– right when you feel them in your arms for the first time. I don’t care if the child has just emerged, still warm and wet, from your own body or been handed to you by a social worker in a shopping mall**. In that moment, you look at that child and you want to do right by them. You want to be the best mom you can be. You want to be up to the job. And you know in your bones you can’t.

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{Work in Progress Wednesday}

“The old believe everything; the middle aged suspect everything: the young know everything.”
–Oscar Wilde

(Work in progress: My two oldest boys growing, growing, growing. Which is apropos, as they both celebrate birthdays this week. )

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The part you can’t see

Dear Judging Mom,

I’m sorry that we ruined your grocery trip. Really, I am. I never want to inconvenience others. Honestly, I lived a whole lot of years of my life carefully ducking around folks who appeared to be put out by the existence of my family. I thought I was being polite, making sure that my preschoolers whispered, and my toddler didn’t run, and my baby didn’t yank anything off the shelves. Then, one day, the Lord revealed to me that I was teaching my children, on some level, to apologize for normal, routine, childish things. That my constant care for the feelings and comfort of others was often at the cost of relationship with my own children. That I was taking a good thing (respectful public behavior) and making it an idol.

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Be Thou My Vision

In front of me stands my three year-old daughter: red-faced, tears streaming, teeth clenched. She’s angry because she’s just been called to the mat for jumping ahead of Phineas to complete a job I asked him to complete. Something simple (taking the clothes from the dryer to the couch, where they can be folded) but something right at his skill level, something easy for him to be successful in doing. Birdie is hot because she has already finished her job (dusting the piano with the Norwex mitt), saw that Phineas’ still needed finishing, and leapt into action. Which– understandably– frustrated her well-meaning but much slower older brother, who was trying his hardest to figure out what steps it took to complete his task on his own.

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{Work in Progress Wednesday}

“If you hear a voice within you say, ‘You cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.” — Vincent van Gogh

 (Work in progress: Christopher’s rough sketch in pastels on the wall of Birdie’s play closet/”house.”)

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