Tuesday, December 17, 2013

sols: project time

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Last Wednesday I enjoyed time together with four friends from my church small group.  We organized a "Pinterest Party" where we pinned possible craft project ideas onto a group board.  We each selected our project of choice, gathered the necessary materials, and met eager to get crafty.

We chatted.  We laughed.  We crafted.  We snacked.  We sipped.  
We enjoyed every minute together.

It was time together I will treasure.  Just the girls.  And a final project too!

Two days later, Daddy was working on his own project in the basement.  My three-and-a-half year old girls and I decided to plan our own "Pinterest Party" with another project.

I glued popsicle sticks while they watched and waited.  And waited (almost patiently) as the popsicle sticks were transformed into snowflake ornaments.

Finally, after all the gluing and holding, they painted.  Everything.  Everywhere.

I cringed and tried to focus on my project.

We chatted.  We laughed.  We crafted.  We snacked.  We sipped.  
We enjoyed every minute together.

As we were diligently working, P. announced, "Mommy.  This is the best night.  Ever."

"Yeah, Mommy," M. agreed.

"Awwww.  It is the best night together."  It was time together I will treasure.  Just the girls.

Then I realized what I already knew about what our children need and want from us the most --

Time together and our undivided attention.

After the paint dried, we added the final touch:  Glitter.  On everything.  And everywhere.

I cringed again reminding myself what is truly important.  And we also have our final projects to remind us of that special time together.

My BIG snowflake creation.

The girls' snowflakes are nestled in the mantle decor.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

sols: and today

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And today
I needed my go-to
writing idea.

today: another day to make connections with students and inspire greatness
want to be: (secretly) snuggled under the blanket to finish reading Allegiant
blessings: my girls and the new (imposed) daycare opportunity beginning in the new year
thinking: the chores will never be completed ... there. is. always. more.
planning: to reclaim Christmas and honor the gift of a newborn baby
writing: my deep thoughts and questions to ponder in my notebook
loving: the glistening white lights and pops of red on the Christmas tree
grateful: for the warmth of my home during our first winter snowstorm

and today {again}: I'm thankful to be writing and connecting with a community of mothers, teachers, writers knowing I am not alone on this journey


{This go-to easy-format quick-thinking in-the-moment writing idea is compliments to Rachel Martin at finding joy and her idea of Sunday Stills.} 
"It's a single print out of the busy cycle of life, a pause, a way to plan, 
and to remember to breathe in the midst of the everyday." 

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

sols: clothing concerns

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I woke up to the click of the light switch.  I thought to myself, "It is way too early."  Grabbing my glasses from my nightstand, I rolled over to face the clock, squinting at the fuzzy green glowing numbers.

5:24 AM.  "No," I whispered out loud.  I quickly threw the blankets off and climbed out of bed.

I walked down the hall to see the girls' bedroom light glowing beneath the door.  I quietly opened it to see P. slip beneath her covers and close her eyes.

I tiptoed over to her bed, noticing that M. was curled in a ball, still sleeping.

"P., honey, it's too early to be up.  Mommy and Daddy are still sleeping.  You need to go back to sleep for a little bit longer," I whispered in her ear as I ran my hand over her hair and slipped it behind her ear.  As she nodded in agreement, I stood up and kicked something on the floor by her bed.

"P.?  Did you take off your diaper?" I asked.  "Do you need to go potty?"

She whispered a yes, climbed out of bed, and followed me to the bathroom.  "Oh, and Mommy, I did all the buttons on the aqua shirt all by myself too," she told me proudly.

As we unzipped the new jammies with feet, she stopped me to explain why she was wearing a shirt underneath.  A hand-me-down shirt that was stuck in the back of the closet with three other shirts that were extras to keep on hand.  Yesterday they were discovered in the closet.  The newness was prevalent.  The girls wanted those shirts out of the closet, even if they were just extras.  They each coveted two of the shirts to wear this week.

P. was now wearing one of them under her pajamas.  I also realized that she has been awake for some time to accomplish so much.

"I want to wear this shirt today, not M.  So I put it on.  And Mommy!  I did it all by myself over my head!"  P. exclaimed.  (We are growing in our independence to dress ourselves, but sometimes putting the shirt on over our heads can be challenging, especially when you try to put your face through the hole first.)

"Is this why you are up so early?  Because you are worried about the clothes you want to wear?" I wondered out loud as I shook my head in disbelief.  "We can't be thinking about the clothes, and that reminds me, we should go back to our routine of picking out our clothes the night before school.  Let's take off the shirt."

"No!!!  I want it on!"  I was not going to fight this battle early in the morning.  I let it be.

P. settled back into bed for a little longer.  I was now up and awake.  I might as well use my time wisely, so for the second day in a row, I hopped on the treadmill and read more of Allegiant by Veronica Roth. (A celebration, right?)

A little later, as I was getting ready for the day, I pondered what this little story means for our future . . .

And was brought right back to reality when I heard M. screaming, "Mommeeeeeeeee!!!!  P. has my shirt on!!! Mommy!"