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Three kids. Working from home. Reading. Working out. Cooking. Having fun. We keep a hectic pace around here! Quick like a bunny is our mantra, our code, our motto.

One word

I’ve started listening to a new podcast called Abiding Together. It has a beautiful voice and at approximately 30 minutes is just right to listen to on a walk. One of their episodes was about picking a word for the year. Sort of a theme for your personal year and, in this context, your prayer life.

I’ve heard of this notion before but never really been interested in doing it. But they brought up the idea of a word for a season – in this case for Lent – and that struck a chord. That seems more tangible to me and a good way to focus what has felt a bit like a scattered Lent so far. So I started thinking about it as I walked and listened.

I thought I had a word but I wasn’t sure. I said a prayer about the idea and left it in God’s hands. And then the word that I was considering popped out of someone else’s mouth the next day in my Lenten faith sharing group. So I started to think about it some more and how I could apply it.

space

As in creating an intentional space to grow. To pray. To think.

Metaphorically pushing aside the clutter of thoughts and to do lists and demands on my time and creating space. I imagine this space as blissfully quiet. It’s warm there. And sheltered. And peaceful. I’m sure I can see water. I think I like this space. Now the challenge in front of me is taking the time to create this space on a regular basis.

Freeing up some boundaries

Last weekend in our uncharacteristically balmy May weather (in February) my 12yo son got a text from a friend. They were playing basketball at the elementary school (within walking distance) and wanted him to come out. So out he went – that’s nothing new really, the elementary school has been within his play boundaries without an adult for a few years now.

Next thing I know he’s wandering around with this same group of kids and walking to McDonald’s and to another neighborhood school to play. He asked before he left. He texted to keep us updated. His adventures were all within 1.5 miles of our house and we live in a small town so I wasn’t worried for his safety since he was with a group. (I mean not any more worried than is appropriate when talking about 12 year old boys and their sometimes goofy behavior.)

It just seemed awfully sudden that I have three kids that can now wander about at will.

My 15yo got her driving permit a couple of weeks ago and we’ve been doing lots of driving practice. She’ll be eligible for her license at the end of the summer so by next school year she’ll be reaching out to new boundaries on her own as well.

As I type this my 18yo and her friend are driving down to Bloomington for the weekend to hang out with friends and experience some college life. (Go Hoosiers) That’s the farthest she’s driven on her own; though with college around the corner, it seems an appropriate boundary to free.

All of these new adventures seem appropriate to me. At the same time they feel like someone threw a glass of cold water in my face. My kids are more like young adults than kids. They are spreading those metaphorical wings everyone talks about and strengthening them to fly away. But it seems like just yesterday that they were like this…

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Who taught them to be so adventurous anyway?!??!

It’s time to find all my left shoes

Over the past 10 days I’ve been gradually weaning myself out of that obnoxious walking boot. I started a new physical therapy plan last week and had my first PT workout today. I can ride a bike (without high resistance or up hills but since it’s too cold to ride outside that’s not a concern). AND I can go out for walks again! Not quite as fast as my normal workout walking pace but still… I can walk OUTSIDE for a workout.

Can you see my smile in these words?

I walked today for 1.5 miles at the fairgrounds before my PT appointment. It’s a little hilly there and the PT very kindly suggested I back off and start on nice flat surfaces like the bike trail. I mentioned that I’d like to go hiking on the dunes this weekend. He again very kindly said that was a recipe for hurting myself and suggested a nearby park that has a nice trail around a small lake. I like this guy already – he’s not super negative┬áabout his restrictions. Instead of just telling me no, he asked me questions about where I like to hike and why and then kindly redirected me to something more appropriate. I’m like a 3 year old always asking to do something that’s beyond my capabilities and he’s like the really nice parent who instead of saying no, just steers me in a different direction.

I’ll keep up the optimism of a three year old for now. It’s been a while since I had reason to be optimistic.

The egg project

Both of my girls are taking Psychology and as part of a unit on human development, their teacher is having them carry around an egg for a week. That egg (hard-boiled) is supposed to represent their child. It is to be with them at all times. If they have work or practice it is supposed to be babysat. They carry it all around school and the teacher marks off points if the egg is cracked or not with them.

I understand the goal of this lesson but let me tell you something… it is one stinky project. By the end of the day those hard boiled eggs STINK. That means that the girls are going through an egg a day. Eggs aren’t exactly expensive but it’s killing me how wasteful this project is. That’s perfectly good food and it’s just being tossed in the trash every single day. Plus they are carrying it around in a tupperware… I never put my baby in a tupperware I can promise you that.

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So the egg “ages” each day and in the past day two funny things happened that have made me laugh. Laughing is good so I’ll share these stories.

Yesterday I picked up my daughter after jazz band and asked about her day. She grouchily tossed the container holding her egg into the car and said

  • “I hate this stupid egg. Seriously hate it!”
  • My response: “That’s not a very nice way to talk about your precious baby.”
  • E: “It’s not a baby any more; today it’s in middle school.”
  • Me: “Oh… no wonder you don’t like it. I didn’t like you all the time when you were in middle school either.”

This morning J was asking E about this egg project, what she is going to do with the egg over the weekend etc. He asked how old the egg is and she replied that today it’s 18. His idea for a weekend adventure: sky diving!

  • J: “I’ve always wanted to do an egg drop! Let’s build a container and try it off a tall ladder!”
  • E: “I can’t let my child go sky diving!”
  • J: “That thing is 18, it can do whatever it wants now.”

I’m not sure these are the lessons they are supposed to be gaining from this stinky, wasteful experiment. But it is proving to be very amusing. I’m also now curious as to what kind of uncle J is going to be someday….

It’s time for some gratitude

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Instead of concentrating on what I don’t have (you know that stress relief and physically beneficial hard workout), I need to shift my attitude to being grateful. Grateful for…

Good health: While I can’t do a lot of exercise, I’m healthy and that’s a big deal.

A plethora of work: When I started my own business 16+ years ago the work was slow in coming. I now have more than I know what to do with some days.

A loving family: Conversations with my oldest on college visits. Taking my middlest out on her first real drives after she got her permit. Laughing over silliness with my youngest. Wine & conversation with my husband while I cook dinner.

But those are big picture things. Good things to be sure, but let’s look harder. What am I grateful for TODAY?

Bright sunshine (it’s been a gloomy winter)

A great book to read

Birthday money that I’m savoring and spending on treats as I find them. This week that meant a new pair of LuLaRoe leggings and the piano sheet music for La La Land.

A new book of Catholic devotions… Something I’ve never done before but have made a nightly habit since January 1 and I think it’s really making a positive impact.

Happy Friday Internet. Here’s hoping for more positive than negative. More love than hate. Greater empathy and a good glass of wine.