My Favorite Things

I have discovered that the Mommy in me is truly in love with a few things….

1) I am addicted to hand-holding…especially the teeny-tiny hands that slip into mine, finding comfort a bit like a pearl is nestled right into a clam….though, I have to admit, when my husband reached for my hand in his sleep last night, I smiled.

2) The sound of my children singing.  I can’t sing.  In fact, I’m so bad, that I am CONFIDENT I was a rock star in my former life as a means for balancing out my complete lack of talent.  I love to hear their sweet voices, especially as they are learning to appreciate tunes beyond ABC and the Itsy Bitsy Spider

3) Eavsdropping is the best.  You know….when you send your kids to their rooms for fighting and you quietly creep up the stairs 15 minutes later, only to hear your daughter trying to read your son a story…..or better yet….using their imaginations

4) My hugging and kissing powers…I can cure just about anything with a hug and kiss….scrapes, hurt feelings, embarrasment.

5) Being Silly.  I used to feel, well, silly, when I laughed really loud, danced in a circle or, in any way celebrated any of the emotions that come naturally to children….but now, I can’t get enough of it.

6) Quiet.  I used to NEED noise and interaction….whether it was music or chatting, but now, there is something so calming about driving the car in silence or sitting peacefully for a few minutes before the chaos begins (or after it has ended)

7) The connection between moms.  It is like being a part of an exclusive sorority….but one that loves to share the best ideas, suggestions and fun

8) Baby sleep.  Is there anything better than seeing your child in such peace?  I’ve had to give up a bit of my ritual (which was to go in and touch both Coop and Delaney while they slept) b/c my love was rousing them…..which meant less sleep for everyone.  But still, I could stare at them for hours.  I get to watch the sassy slip from Delaney’s lips as she falls deeper and deeper into dreamland.  And I can hardly imagine that the blond two year old giving me a daily run for my money could possibly be quite so cuddly.

9) Family.  There is such a beauty in watching your own family evolve.  The rituals.  The traditions.  The inside jokes and words that spark laughter, but only from those truly ‘in the know’ – your family.

I’m sure there are more..but these are the moments I have focused on and truly cherished for the past few days!  Happy Monday.

 

Addicted to the Olympics

Is anyone else addicted to the Olympics?  I don’t remember being so enamored in years past?

Did you see the US squeak out their amazing win last night in the 400m Relay?  Just check out the celebratory pictures!  It was a stunning moment of pure athleticism.  They were in line for the silver, for the bronze, for no medal at all, for the bronze, for silver…and then Jason Lezak’s incredible strength and astonishing reach nets them the gold.  I think I could watch it over and over again and still be in awe.

In fact, I cruised through my time on the treadmill today (yes, I worked out, pick your jaw up off the floor) just because I was watching the US Men’s beach VolleyBall team defeat the Swiss.  Todd Rogers and Phil Dalhausser were outstanding.

Like I said, can’t get enough.  I would post pictures if NBC would let me, but not so much. 

And, don’t even get me started on women’s gymnastics.

And there is more to come.

First Kiss

For me, the phrase, “First Kiss” evokes so many beautiful memories. If I’m honest, there are probably some funny thoughts in there as well.

The first kiss I shared with the love of my life, my husband, set the course for the life I live now.  He is my center, my best friend, my biggest fan and the father of my children.

But there is another first kiss that has shaped me into the person that I am, into the woman I have become.

The date was July 10th, 2004.  After what felt like a lifetime, but was really only 9 months, I became a mother.  I knew the moment I saw Delaney that my life was forever changed.  But it was the moment that I held her and brushed my lips against her buttery cheek that I knew a different truth:  I was fovever changed.

Like electricty from her to me, a charge hit my heart.  I knew that I would do anything, be anyone.  I would love her, protect her, teach her, hold her, hug and kiss her and do my best to make her smile and laugh. With that one kiss, I had ‘kissed’ my previous life goodbye and welcomed this new chapter of motherhood.

Since that first kiss, I’ve passed out thousands more to her and then more to her little brother.  It is a sign of affection and love I can’t do without. 

 This post has been entered in Scribbit’s August Write Away Contest “First Kiss.”

The Mommy Cape

I’ve just discovered I am afraid of something.

And, I mean very afraid.

What happens when I don’t have my ‘Magic Mommy Cape’ anymore?  You know….the one that gives me the ability to swoop down and heal a hurt with a single kiss, the power to hug away the fear created by a thunderstorm, the knack for fixing any toy that is snapped by little fingers….

I know it will happen….that day when Mini nods through tears when I ask if she’d like me to ‘kiss it to make it better’….and then answers ‘no’ when I say, ‘Did that help?’  The day Coop looks pleadingly at me hoping I can fix his favorite toy, but can’t.

I didn’t know that wearing the cape would make me feel so strong, so powerful.  I didn’t know I would slip it on with such ease, the very moment I gave birth, but I did.  I didn’t realize how lovingly I would care for my Mommy Cape, how intensely I would protect the power it yields, but I do.

I didn’t know I would ultimately refuse to take it off, but I will.  There is something about this special healing cape that makes me feel complete.  I have been strong enough to keep my tears at bay while watching my children undergo painful and frightening medical testing (I broke down on my own later), I have run faster than I thought capable as I watched my toddler make a run for the street, I have bolted out of a dead sleep to comfort both of them from the throes of a nightmare, I have stomached vomit and other bodily fluids when clearly I never thought I could.

What if I refuse to take it off?  There isn’t anyone who actually comes and TAKES it from me…is there?  In fact, I think Mommys do have the right of refusal.  How else would my mom still be wearing hers?

Payback is a …..

Yep, that’s right. It is ALL coming back to haunt me….

All of the toys I stole from my little brother.  All the times I pushed him before he knew how to push back.

I complained to my mom today about Delaney wanting EVERYTHING Coop picks up: a basketball, a dime-sized Diego toy, a Webkinz….if he touches it, she suddenly wants it desperately. 

You know what my mom said?  You guessed it.  “You used to do that to Josh” (that’s my little brother)

Karma to the 25th degree.

I have a new motto…

You know that second when you hear or read a saying that just connects with your life?

That happened to me tonight.  “Grant me the patience to deal with my blessings”.  It is just a little slice of heaven…and exactly what I need to be reminded to do on a minute-by-minute basis! 

I need to embrace everything in my life as a blessing..and even when I feel the need for a yogic deep breath, I take it and go right back to embracing patience.  I always considered myself a patient person.  It may not be the very first quality I would list, but it was certainly in the mix somewhere.  But now, with children, I’m not so sure.  So, asking for patience gives me a peace I have so desperately been needing.

My children are blessings, my husband is a blessing, my parents and in-laws are blessings, my friends are blessings, my friend’s children are blessings, my neighbors are blessings…and I love that I can now count on my new motto to remind me of this…and remind me that these blessings deserve my love and patience.

Light Bulb Moment. Aha~

LibbyLeth…would love to hear what you think of the quote too!…Ohhh and I love your new header!

Gratitude

Today, I am grateful for warm pool water, life jackets, sunshine that isn’t too hot, lazy summer days, supportive friends, a little time to myself, brownies with icing (evil, but divine!), not having to cook dinner, new pillows on my couch that make me smile, the sound of Coop and Delaney’s laugh.

I am especially blessed to know that my Magic Mommy powers are still intact….I can still heal a hurt with a hug and a kiss, the crying and fear subsides when I am close by and that the comfort Mommy provides is the best there is!