Joining Nadja from Patch O' Dirt Farm for her "Monday Musings"...
Right now...I am enjoying the "calm before the storm", so to speak. Sipping my coffee and munching on raisin toast. Today is yet another "snow day". And that means I have to shift my plans...let go...let go...let go will be my mantra today. I am heartened by the huge fluffy flakes of snow coming down. Love snow...not so big on freezing rain.
This weekend...spent Saturday morning with a friend who just had her fifth baby. I so remember those days. Crazy busy days, and yet such joyful ones! My children have been asking repeatedly when we are going to have another baby (our youngest is now three), so they were able to get their "baby fix" so to speak in holding that wee bundle...and so was I. Not sure if another is in the cards for our family, but I enjoy babies so much. I think I always will.
Saturday afternoon I spent teaching two of my girls how to knit. One on each elbow. Our ten year old picked it up right away (she remembered from lessons past), but our eight year old found it a little more challenging. I tried to reassure her that she would be able to catch up to her big sister with time and perseverance. I find she compares herself to her older sister all the time. I try and explain that she is two years younger, so she needs to give herself at least two years to do what she can do. But she will not be consoled. That constant competition is so hard to watch...but I have also seen how it can be an advantage...the younger siblings learn things so quickly by just watching their older ones. By baby number three, I didn't even have to worry about potty training!
On Sunday I took some of our children to the local ski hill and spent the day on the slopes! With all the snow we got recently, the conditions were perfect. Our eight year old can ski like a fiend, so she found it hard to stay with her six year old sister and I on the smaller hills. She ended up taking off and finding a friend who likes the steeper, faster stuff!
Some plans for this week: To get together with my sisters and Mom for our very first "band practice". We aren't planning on performing...ever...but we enjoy playing music together. I've printed off some really fun bluegrass/folk songs and have been trying to slowly learn them. My husband and kids are all so musical, so it is quite intimidating to have them hear me. I try and practice when they are not around.
If I have some time for myself, I would like to...start a knitting project for myself. I bought some gorgeous purpley pink yarn last year with a birthday gift certificate from my mom. Tried knitting this fabulous dress, but gave up half way into the yoke. I just wasn't sure if it was going to fit...and if it didn't fit properly it would look bad. I think I need to start a cardigan or something that doesn't matter so much if it fits to a tee or not.
I am grateful for...healthy kids. We have been so blessed with good health this winter, and for that I am exceedingly grateful.
Some prayer intentions for this week: for continued health for our loved ones. And for all those who want to have children, but are having a hard time conceiving.
Something that makes me smile: My littlest trying her hand at needle felting. She just had to try out what mommy was doing...and made several little fluffy pictures for Grandma and Grandpa.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
|Our little place on the banks of the Madawaska River.|
There were six of us then. Felicity was 6 years old, with a toothless grin, Christian was 3 years old with such fun loving ways, little helpful Sabby with his bowl cut was a year and a half. Your dad and I eagerly waited for your birth. It seemed like you weren't in to much of a hurry to venture forth from the warm, snugness of mommy's belly. Maybe it was the perpetual noise and craziness of that family who so very much wanted to greet you...maybe it was the comfort of mama's heartbeat. For whatever reason, you situated yourself comfortably, as if resting in a hammock and kicked back and relaxed. We had a midwife try and turn you...but no way no how you were going to stay upside down in that awkward position for very long.
Labour began one dark night of winter...one of the coldest nights of the year. It was January 31st, 1999. With the heater broken in our old Suburban, dad and I shivered all the way to the Pembroke hospital an hour and half away. Only to have them question me..."are you sure you are in labour"? Apparently the contractions that were only minutes apart had slowed remarkably. So we ventured out the local mall, and walked and shopped for last minute necessities, including a "good camera"...one that would fully capture this big event. I paused during the contractions and leaned into the glass counter. The sales person was quite shocked to learn why I did so.
Back to the hospital we went, hoping for some better news. Labour had picked up. I was 8 cm dilated. We started to become very excited. Upon further investigation, however, they discovered that what they thought was your head was, in fact, your elbow. Our hearts sank. Things started to move in fast forward. An emergency C-section would be necessary. An IV was put in...and things started to fade.
The next thing I knew, there you were next to me with your perfect little round head, covered in soft downy hair. With your blue eyes, petal pink skin, and perfect rosebud mouth...and I felt pure JOY.
We named you Sophia Maryrose.
A few days later we brought you home to kisses and snuggles all round. And our home was filled with the warmth of love multiplied.
|Felicity is ecstatic to finally have a baby sister!|
|What a loving big brother Christian is.|
|A precious moment to pause and savour.|
Here's a poem I wrote for you, dear daughter...
Soft as a lamb
Yet strong as a lion.
|Sophia this past summer.|
Yet heartstrings tied.
Osh Kosh overalls, workboots
And grass-stained knees.
Smocked dresses, tea parties,
And lipstick smile.
Climbing trees, fishing off the dock,
And mudpies in the sandbox.
Ballet slippers, sparkles
And Raggedy Ann and Andy.
Bridge jumping, snowboarding,
And hockey skates.
Playing guitar, singing like a bird,
And baking with baby sister.
A spunky gal,
With a pure heart of gold.
May wisdom find you
And may God's light
Always shine brightly
Through you, on all you meet.
I love you my girl.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
As I walked along and swished my feet through the fallen leaves, I kept looking for it...the perfect specimen. Leaf after leaf was rejected...too big...too small...uneven colouring...crispy edges...not symmetrical...blah blah blah. Then it dawned on me. In looking for perfection, I was ignoring their individual beauty. How often have I been too hard on myself and others for not being perfect? All too often. So here it is...a leaf kind of like me...lopsided and with blemishes. But it glows with colour and a uniqueness all its own!
Friday, October 12, 2012
Time to celebrate! In gratitude for all you wonderful, faithful followers out there, I am giving away this pair of handknit fingerless gloves. They are made out of the softest merino wool from Family Pendragon Yarn in the colourway called "Inner Wild". To enter to win, please first make sure you are a follower of my facebook page, and then comment below the picture there on my page. I will be drawing a winner on Friday, October 12 at 10pm EST.
Hope you are enjoying these beautiful days of fall!
Friday, May 11, 2012
This painting evokes fond memories of me sitting beside my mother as a child watching...learning. There was something so comforting in watching her hands move rhythmically as she knit up a sweater, or smocked a sweet pinafore for one of us girls. I was always in awe to see her turn a simple ball of yarn, or a scrap of fabric into something not only useful, but beautiful!
As the years went by, she taught me how to do these things, too...and we would sit side by side, she with swift movements and absolute precision....me with pricked fingers, loose strings and uneven stitches. But she was ever so patient, and being near to mom, being just like mom was all that mattered to that little girl that I was...and so I kept on.
To this day, we thoroughly enjoy sitting side by side with our knitting or sewing. Often with a cup of coffee or glass of wine...talking excitedly about our next project idea, or sharing our heart.
I am ever so grateful to my mother for nurturing this creative passion in me...for fanning those sparks when she could have so easily quenched them instead. Creativity usually involves mess, and most moms (including myself) really dislike mess. I catch myself telling my kids...no you can't play with the playdough. It's too messy. And then I remember my mother and all she did for me, and I get out not only the playdough, but the paints and markers as well!
I am pleased and delighted to announce that my mom, whom my kids know as "Grandma Posie" is now making clothes for my luvkin Waldorf dolls. They can be found in my Etsy shop called "luvkin". She also is making children's clothing which are listed in my Etsy shop called Handmaiden Canada. I am very excited to be embarking on this adventure with her! I look forward to many more days of creating together!
|"Grandma Posie's" handmade dolly clothes, swaying in the breeze!|
Friday, March 23, 2012
I am so incredibly honoured to be featured on Arianne's blog still parenting as one of her "Creative Mamas".On it, I share a little bit about myself, and the "whys and wherefores" of my crazy obsession with Waldorf dollmaking! :P Come looksee!