This Month at Home – July 2017

IMG_3855 IMG_3870 IMG_3900 IMG_3921 IMG_3944 IMG_4014 IMG_4114 IMG_4124 IMG_0536 IMG_4147Oh the bliss of summer! It’s hard to believe July is almost over, and yet, this is how it happens every year. Late June days roll into weeks of adventures and fun, nights camping under starry skies, listening to the strings of banjos, birthday celebrations, and evening hikes up the mountain. And as the heat waves of mid-summer settle in, we find ourselves grateful, and craving repose all at the same time.

My goal this summer has been to stay present. To soak in every moment with my little family, all our togetherness, the fun, the meltdowns, everything. Soak in the reality of this life,  disconnect from the subjective reality of media, and breathe. So far, so good.

Today for the first time ever someone stopped me in a tiny store in a tiny town outside of our hometown, and told me she recognized me from my blog. She said she loved reading and that I should keep it going. It was lovely, a fellow mama, an average everyday person just like me, someone I wouldn’t necessarily have spoken with otherwise, but there we were, connected. That’s all I’ve ever wanted from this space.

My sharing has been slow lately. Because, you know…life, and two kids. But also because I’ve been feeling unsure of what to say, what’s my message. I have changed in so many ways in the past few years. I am no longer self employed. I don’t want to sell anyone anything. I don’t feel like I necessarily have any great words of wisdom. I’m not here to tell you how you should live your life. Mostly I’m just here to somewhat document mine. And to connect. Real life connection feels like a really valuable goal right now.

So, thank you to that mama at the market today. Thank you for stopping me as I negotiated with my four year old about pouring a growler of kombucha. Thank you for reaching out and saying hi, for making what is so often an invisible connection, a real one. I’ve been feeling really shy of social media, and even this blog lately, but still I am pulled to show up. So thank you for making me feel like my voice is heard, and valued. I really would love to hear your voices too!

So I’ve got a question for ya…what kind of connection are you craving right now? How do you want to be seen, heard, witnessed? Leave a comment, even if it’s just to say hi 👋 ☺️.

Oh, and if you want to check out the little video I made about our yearly trip to the Greyfox Bluegrass Festival, here it is.

For the Love of Mothers

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Mother’s Day

Was it the day that you first saw the blue line on your pregnancy test?

Was it the day you felt those tiny flutters deep in your belly?

Was it the first time you saw what appeared to be a baby on your ultrasound image?

Was it when your back ached and your feet swelled as you progressed through your third trimester?

Was it the hours of labor that rocked your body to it’s core?

Was it when you decided to sign those adoption papers?

Was it when you saw your baby’s face for the first time?

Was it when you held your baby to your breast?  Even when your nipples were cracked and bleeding, even through both of your tears.

Or maybe it was when you had to kiss the first boo-boo.

Or wipe away the first tear of true sadness.

Was it when you held your baby through the night while they sweat out their first fever, or cut their first tooth?

Was it when you said goodbye for the first time? And trusted that someone else would try to love your baby just as much as you in your absence?

Was it when you yelled for the first time, and then scooped that baby up into your arms and buried your face into their hair so that they wouldn’t see your tears?

Was it their first smile or laugh?

Was it the first time you heard the word “mama”?

When did you claim it? When did you become a mother?

The days, all of them, not just this one, are filled to the brim with so many emotions. The moments, the years, the hopes, joys, sadnesses, fears, and heartaches are an endless ocean. We dive in again and again, because that’s what mothers do.

To all the mamas who are swimming in this sea, whether you have a child on this earth, yearn to, or have lost… to all the children who have know the love of a mother… this day is your day. And so, it is a day for all of us. May our world be changed by the love of mothers.

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