Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts

Thursday, January 17, 2013

itchy feet, baby kicks, and still waiting

Back in the day: 2-week-old Lena.  *cue heart melting*

Well, based on some excitement this morning, we thought today might be the day that our little boy would be born!  

But it wasn't.  I'm still pregnant.

It all started last night when I yanked off my slippers and told Elliott, "My feet are so itchy.  Why is that?  So weird."  That night the itching continued and even got worse.  The soles of my feet and my hands both itched, at times so much that I couldn't sleep.

When we Googled these symptoms in the morning, we learned that they are related to cholestasis of pregnancy, a condition in which bile flow from the liver slows or stops.  "Cholestasis of pregnancy," says the Mayo Clinic, "poses no long-term risk to the mother. Cholestasis of pregnancy can be dangerous for a developing baby, however.  Early delivery is usually recommended."

Ummm... yikes!  

And when I called my OB, she thought so too.  We spent the morning at the hospital for a non-stress test, amniocentesis fluid level test, and several labs.  The results of all of those so far show a happy, healthy, kickin' away baby who has plenty of resources in there to keep hanging out for awhile and no apparent distress.  They sent us home, all smiles, and told us to come back if the itching got much worse.

So no baby today.  And thank the Lord, frankly!  When I got off the phone this morning and we knew we had to go in to the hospital (and might come back with a baby), I looked around the house and felt bubbling concern.  I'm not ready to have a baby!  There is still so much to do!  I have to organize his clothes in his room, I have to put our files in order, I have to clean the kitchen.  I still haven't packed my hospital bag or frozen a single meal!

"And," I said to Elliott.  "It's January 17th!  I don't want to have a baby on January 17th!"

"Why not?" Elliott said, unperturbed by the possible new birthdate of our baby.  "Let's see, one-seventeen-thirteen... that adds up to 31.  31 flavors of ice cream.  It would be a good birthday."

Thank you, honey.

So not today.  A little more time to prepare.  A little more time to look at the mess in my house instead of look down at a little bundle in my arms.  A little more time to plug through a to-do list (which will be just as long when the baby comes anyway).  A little more time to realize I am worrying about the wrong things and to thank God that this--the timing, our health, our baby boy's birthday--is all in His hands. 

Did you feel ready when your baby arrived?  Or were you overdue and more than ready?

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

these final days


I had my 38-week appointment today for our little babe.  Hard to believe he could arrive any day!  The news from my doctor is that he doesn't look that ready to come out yet (can't blame him) and so we've probably got another two weeks to wait here... at least.  Maybe three weeks.  Maybe four.

Or maybe he'll come tomorrow.

In the meantime, life as it is has taken on a whole new meaning for me.  These days are limited.  Change is on the horizon. 

What will he be like?  Quiet and chill?  Anxious and colicky?  A good eater?  A good sleeper?  Mothers tell you they are so excited for their new babies--and they are!--but they are also full of apprehension about what this unknown creature will be like.  In some ways a mother already knows her unborn child better than anyone, for he came into existence and has grown inside of her for nine months.  Yet in most ways everything about him is a complete mystery.

My response to the unknown has been to worry, which is foolish, I know.  Worrying will do me no good!  But my other response has been to slooooow down and take a deep breath and savor.  Life right now is not perfect by any means, but it is good and it is full of beauty.  I want to treasure these days up in my heart, locking them away to ponder over and remember forever.

Most of all I want to remember my quiet days at home with Lena.  Our days are fairly routine here: awake by 7-ish, breakfast at 8-ish, goodbye to Daddy at 9-ish, nap at 10, lunch at 12, another nap at 2 or 3, and dinner prep starts at 5.  In between we go on walks around the neighborhood or I push her stroller into town for groceries.  We bake cookies for Daddy.  We sit on the rug and play with her puzzles, her baby doll, her blocks, her paper and crayons.  We read books before her morning nap, before her afternoon nap, and sometimes in between, too.  She occasionally helps me with cleaning, like turning the vacuum switch on for me or dusting side-by-side.  We practice words.  We dance.  We change diapers, we change clothes, we wash diapers, we wash dishes, all day long.

In this world, my daughter is my constant companion, my chatty little shadow, my ever-present friend.  When she is napping and I am putting together a blog post and I see a picture of her, I actually miss her.  And she's only been asleep for 30 minutes!  And I need the break!  But I look at her--her huge blue eyes, her curling brown hair, her petite little hands, her beautiful little body--and cannot believe she is our daughter, and how pretty and sweet she is, and that she exists in this world and loves us more than anyone and calls me, "Mama."

As some of you know or remember, I've felt a great deal of emotional conflict about being a stay-at-home mom.  As a result, I am spending a lot of my spare time trying to develop talents so that I can work from home.  Yet in this past year I have also fallen in love with this new job of staying at home with my child.  I wake up each morning and look forward to the day.  (And that is saying something when you consider other things that have happened in our lives this past year.)

With a new baby due any day, I feel a great deal of apprehension about the changes ahead.  Apprehension... excitement... thankfulness... and just a bit of fear.  And that is why I savor my life as a mother just as it is right now, savor our quiet and uneventful days together, savor today.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

New Year's Day in the orange groves


On New Year's Day we took a long hike down in the valley below our home.  We were tired when we started out, discouraged from an argument, wearily determined to turn the tide for 2013.  I hoped the blue-sky day and the outdoors would refresh our souls.

And, amazingly, that happened.  I guess sometimes you don't know how soothing an afternoon will be to your soul. How quiet hours can reset you when you spend them lying in the grass and eating oranges... and talking or not talking... and just being still.


^ Lena has become especially attached to these shiny black beetles lately.



^ more bugs

^ 36 weeks pregnant, Lena's first orange of the day, and our town in the background on the cliff's edge






^ picking olives and clutching her prize


I love these photos because they capture a moment in our lives, a moment that will soon be past when our little boy arrives in just a few weeks.  They also capture so much of what we enjoy right now, from the Sicilian oranges hanging from the branches to Lena's complete fascination with bugs to the hugeness of my belly to Lena's love to snuggle on top of us whenever we lie down.

They also capture my husband in so many ways as a father: the way he is completely at home in the outdoors, his playfulness with Lena, and the quiet way he encourages her to explore creation: to hold bugs, touch amazing plants, pick olives straight from the trees, and sit peacefully in the grass watching bees buzz from flower to flower.

Our lives are so complex.  Yes, there is eager anticipation.  Yes, there is crippling sorrow.  And always there is deep, abiding joy.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

my goals for 2013

 completely unrelated photo from a hike we took recently as a family

I wrote my 2013 goals down one morning when I couldn't get back to sleep, and Elliott and I have been talking about them since then.  He helped me make some of them more realistic and then encouraged me to add others, so... we'll see what's realistic in the end!

  • Love Elliott and Lena and our Baby Boy.  
When I asked Elliott what his goals were for 2013, the first thing he said was, "Love you and Lena."  This was humbling to me, as I was going to start with War and Peace.  Reality check.  Loving my best friend and my dear daughter (and my new son in just a few weeks!) is at the top of my list.
  
  • Finish War and Peace!  
I got 1/3 of the way through it this year and then never went back to it.  This year I will finish it! 
 
  • Read at least 10 of these books.
On another book-related note, I went through lists online of "the books to read before you die" and "the best 100 novels" and came up with this list of ones I haven't read but have always wanted to.  So my goal is to read at least 10 of these books:
    1. 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
    2. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
    3. A Passage to India by E.M. Forester
    4. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
    5. Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
    6. Beloved by Toni Morrison
    7. Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh
    8. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
    9. Confessions by St. Augustine
    10. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
    11. Dracula by Bram Stoker
    12. Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
    13. Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy
    14. Kim by Rudyard Kipling
    15. Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
    16. Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
    17. Middlemarch by George Eliot
    18. Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie
    19. Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving
    20. Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut
    21. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
    22. The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
    23. The Moviegoer by Walker Percy
    24. The Road by Cormac McCarthy
    25. War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
 
  • Sell 50 handmade items either through craft fairs or through my Etsy shop
 
  • Study Italian
Complete this Italian workbook as well as the two volumes of Pimsleur Italian audio series that we have owned since... oh, since we got here 18 months ago...  Both Elliott and I thought that these goals were very manageable and would also seriously improve my Italian.

  •  Learn more about and practice the manual settings on my camera.  
I have got to do this.  Where to even begin?  Where to set goals?  But at least this is a start.
 
    • Launch my blog on a new website.  
    I hinted at this development in my last post.  This time my blog will be self-hosted, which means I will own all my own content and have more control than Blogger allows.  Elliott has been encouraging me to do this for awhile and I just need to buckle down and get the website up and running!  I am eager to share this with you sometime in the next few weeks.  Wish me luck, as setting up and designing a blog is not my forte.
     
    • Publish a piece of writing (fiction or non-fiction) in a non-blog setting.  
    I have no idea what this will look like yet, so that's why it's a very vague goal!  But it's a step in the right direction to improve my writing.

    And then I made a separate list of all the things I want/need to do around home before the baby comes!  You know, things like...
    • Replace the burned-out lightbulbs in bathroom
    • Clear out guest room (which is covered in bags of baby clothing and organizational bins)
    • Replace the old shower curtain
    • Repair my jeans
    • Start a recipe binder
    • Get the car cleaned
    • Wash car seat cover and install the car seat in the car
    • Get new vacuum cleaner and sell/trash old ones  done!
    • Throw out unused/mismatched plastic containers in kitchen to make room for the new ones on their way from Amazon
    • Restack linens in the linen closet
    • And more... but I won't bore you!
    Some of these things will take me 10 minutes or less but they must be done for my sanity.  Since Lena is napping, I have 10 minutes right now.  Gonna go work on that list!

    What are your goals for 2013?  Inspire me!

    Wednesday, January 2, 2013

    my 2012 goals in review

     image from a guest post I did for The Book of Love

    Thanks to publishing my 2012 goals on my blog last year, they were on my mind a lot this year.  And how did they go?  Let's review.  I wanted to:

    • Sell 100 things in my Etsy store.
    This actually kind of happened, thanks to the craft fair in December!  I didn't really think I'd get anywhere near 100 items, but I at least got closer to it than I expected.  I'll update with an exact tally soon (my paperwork is in the same room where Lena is napping!) because I want to know the final number myself.

    Update: I sold 58 items total... most of them fingerless gloves.  I am excited to see that number but I still fell short of my goal.  I've revised the number from 100 items to 50 items for 2013 and would like to surpass it this time!

    • Study Italian for 30 min each day.
    Oh this was a total flop.  I think I actually sat down and cracked open books for about 30 minutes total this year.  Never fear, this goal will be revised and updated for 2013.

    • Do Bible study each day with Elliott.
    Bible study happened almost every day.  Elliott and I are days away from finishing the Read Through the Bible Program for Slackers and Shirkers for the second time in our marriage and are ready to move on to another Bible reading program for awhile.  We're thinking of using Tabletalk Magazine to guide our daily devotions together, but no decisions just yet.

    • Read a book a week for a total of 52 books this year.
    OK, I'll be honest: I was very worried about whether or not I could accomplish this goal.  For awhile there in July after Julia died I kind of stopped reading at all and so it seemed like there was no way I could finish it.  However, a couple of quiet months at the end of the year allowed me to catch up, and as of Dec 31st I read 54 books this year!  I am working on a post about my 5 favorites that I read in 2012.  I'm going to fine-tune this goal for 2013, as I am definitely a big fan of setting book-reading goals now.  Be my friend on GoodReads to keep up with your own reading and set a book goal for yourself!

    • Eat and grocery shop locally.
    Yep, definitely ate and shopped locally in 2012, although this is mostly for fresh food (vegetables, fruits, and fish); I still do most of my non-perishable shopping at the commissary on base.  I shop locally during my weekly market shopping trips and by visiting the old man's general store in our town's piazza.  As for eating out, though, we eat most of our meals at home and only eat at restaurants perhaps once every two weeks or so.  With another baby on the way, I think we won't be dining out very often this coming year either!  That's okay; it's a stage of life.

    • Take some cooking classes and learn several Sicilian dishes.
    I took a grand total of one cooking class last year and it was all about Thai food!  Oh well.  I have learned some more Sicilian dishes, though, mostly by word of mouth and observation.  My hands-down favorite so far is Sicilian Blood Orange Salad.

    • Travel around Italy and Europe.
    We did travel a lot around Italy and Europe!  We visited:
    1. Rome and the Balkans in January
    2. Agrigento, Sicily, in February
    3. France for a ski trip in March
    4. Malta in April
    5. Northern Italy, San Marino, Austria, Germany, Switzerland, and Lietchenstein on an epic road trip in May
    6. Virginia in June
    7. Crete in July
    8. Naples, the Amalfi Coast, and then later the Dolomite Mountains in August
    9. Noto, Sicily, and back to Virginia in September
    10. Mt Etna in October
    11. Cinque Terre in November
    12. ... and IKEA in December (because that place is a country all of its own)

    • Be a more compassionate wife to Elliott.
    Well, this deserves an individual post, but one big thing I have learned is to actually listen to my husband.  He often throws out suggestions like, "I wish you would try different styles in Lena's hair," or "I read this article about Greek islanders who live to be 100 and how they eat vegetarian food four times a week, fish twice a week, and meat once a week; could we do that?" A lot of times I'll hear these suggestions and say, "Hmm, that's a good idea.  Maybe I'll do that."  And then what happens?  I forget he ever said it.  One thing I tried to do this year was listen to what he said and then do it.  It's revolutionary.  And it makes for one very appreciative husband, too.

    • Teach and love Lena.
    Teach and love Lena... that happened automatically because she needed to be taught and because she is so loveable!  But I had a lot of fun this year watching her learn to walk, cooking with her every day, and now teaching her the alphabet.

    • Get better at this blogging thing!
    Talk about subjective, right?  But I have been encouraged by improvements in my blogging, both in my own knowledge of the online world and blog design as well as seeing a growing community of friends in the blogosphere.  Next year holds some exciting improvements for this blog, the biggest of which I hope to be revealing this month!

    Did you make any goals for 2012?  Do you feel like you accomplished them?  Looks like my successes were about on par with my flops.

    I'll be back tomorrow with my goals for 2013!

    Tuesday, January 1, 2013

    not ready to say goodbye yet

    on a hike near our home in Sicily in early January 2012

    I've attempted to write this post several times and it just isn't flowing out of me.  "Goodbye 2012, you were great!  Bring it on, 2013!"  That is anything but what I feel right now.  When you stare at your computer screen, attempting to write, and then end up sobbing in bed instead, you know there's no joy in your heart about sweeping out the old and welcoming the new.

    How do you say goodbye to a year in which your baby sister died?  How do you make yourself look forward?  How do you celebrate what a new year could bring when this last year brought such sadness and loss?

    The tears were mostly caused by looking back through old photos and videos.  I was trying to find a photo from a year ago that I could use in my post, but this search led me to albums of images from the trip my family and I took to the Balkans last year.  I found a video of Dec 31, 2011, when we were exploring Zagreb, Croatia.  It was just a simple clip on my iPhone, but it included a scene--such an ordinary scene!--with Elliott and Julia standing side-by-side and taking pictures of my parents with Zagreb behind them.  At the end of the video, Julia walked forward to show my parents the picture she'd just taken on my dad's phone.  Everything about that moment was so ordinary, so familiar: the way she walked, the shape of her hands, the expression on her face as she glanced at me to see if I was done filming before she started talking.  She was so real in those few seconds, so present, so alive.

    I guess I haven't watched any videos of her since she died; maybe that's what shook me up so much.  Or maybe I am so busy a lot of the time that I just don't think about it.  Unexpected moments like this take me back to Square 1 of grief again.

    And so... I don't know.  Sometimes I think I'm still in the denial stage of grief.  (Actually, what I really think is that you go through all the stages multiple times... probably for the rest of your life.)  And so, on this New Year's Day, I hold many different emotions in my heart.  Sadness as well as joy.  Sorrow as well as hope.  Disappointment as well as thankfulness.  Anguish as well as peace.

    I often go back and read this letter from my dad, which reminds me of truths I confess, truths about Julia, truths about life even when the night is very dark. Truths that give me joy, hope, thankfulness, and peace, even in the midst of sorrow.

    This will be, I do hope, a beautiful year for our family.  We will be welcoming a new baby in about 4 weeks!  We will be making important decisions about Elliott's career, our life after Sicily, and the future for our family.  I also have a lot of personal goals and hopes, which I'm eager to share with you soon.  Even this blog will see some exciting changes.  We have good reason to be hopeful, thankful, and faithful. 

    And yet... there is this fear that instead of respite from turmoil and sadness, I may in fact experience more turmoil and sadness, or worse.  I wonder if I was just living in a happy bubble before Julia died and now I really know "the truth."  The truth that most of life is sorrow, that the peaceful times are the exception, and that sadness and suffering is the rule.  It's a rather bleak picture, but perhaps it's a more accurate way to view this life.  What do you think?

    Thursday, December 6, 2012

    three for thursday {and some thoughts}



    From our walk this morning: persimmons for Elliott (he loves them), Lena enjoying her red Christmas ball from the grocer, and the colors of our Italian neighborhood that make me happy.

    Currently reading: Blog, Inc.by Joy of the blog Oh Joy!  She's giving me so much to think about for my blog.  I am trying to read quickly, though, as I have less than four weeks to finish my book goal (read a book a week in 2012) and six books to go (yikes!).

    Currently listening to: Ordinary Time.  Elliott and I bought their Christmas CD (< you can listen to the whole CD there) when we heard them perform at our church in Cambridge, MA, back in our courtin' days.  It's one of my favorite Christmas CDs.  Any other good suggestions?

    Currently thinking about: How I really need to sweep the floors.  Honestly... our floors.  I have to sweep them at least twice a week to keep on top of all the dust and grime.  How often do you have to clean your floors??

    Currently planning: Pretty much nothing.  I'm so glad that Night of Noel and the craft fair are over and I can just relax a bit!  I am getting excited about making these cinnamon rolls for breakfast for the single sailors in the barracks this Saturday, though. 

    Currently making me happy:  The sweetness of life during this holiday season.  Elliott and I are so happy these days and are having so much fun together in the evenings as we work on our projects side by side.  Lena is cheerful and responsive and sweet, a delight to be around as she learns and grows each day.  We all pat my growing stomach with thankfulness and awe.  These are precious days before our family expands in less than two months!  After many years of waking up in the morning and often dreading what the day held (I hated math in high school, I was stressed by exams in college, I feared the chaos of work, etc.), it is so wonderful to wake up each morning and be thrilled to start the day.  To kiss my husband (who is actually beside me instead of deployed) and go get my baby girl from her crib to snuggle with us in bed for awhile, to make warm oatmeal for breakfast to give us a toasty start for the day, to go on walks with Lena around our lovely neighborhood, to spend Lena's naptimes cleaning and writing and reading and creating, to cook a meal for dinner every night and welcome Elliott home with peace and joy...

    ... oh, I am so blessed!

    Tuesday, December 4, 2012

    Night of Noel


    Lemme just say... Night of Noel... around here, it's a big deal.

    (OK, it's a big deal for the group of Christian women connected to a rather small Naval Air Station on a rather small island in a rather small sea.) 

    For the past couple of years, Night of Noel has been ah-may-zing.  My friend Joy (creator of Peppermint Bark Chocolate Chip cookies) transformed our chapel fellowship hall into a land touched by elves with twinkle lights.  Unfortunately two things happened between last year and this year: Joy moved away this summer, and I volunteered to be the Hospitality Chair for my Bible study this fall.  Unconnected, right?  I thought so... until I found out that part of my new job included all the decorating for Night of Noel. 

    For those of you who don't know me that well, I'm not much of a decorator, or even that creative.  Sure, I like making things, like Peppermint Bark Chocolate Chip cookies and felt baby shoes, but generally I follow recipes or adapt patterns... or take a little jaunt around Pinterest.

    Well, it was too late to turn back now.  Recreating the magic of Night of Noel was up to me.  Or so I thought.


    What I found out, however, was that even though Night of Noel's beauty was up to me in theory... whereas in reality I had a small army around me of dedicated, creative, and profoundly hardworking women.  I showed up on Friday for an evening of decorating the hall and couldn't believe it when about 10 other women showed up too.  On Sunday afternoon even the guests who showed up early were happy to put the batteries in the last set of twinkle lights or take pictures of my table when I didn't have time.

    And my table that I was hostessing?  It was a collaborative effort between my dear friend Becca and me (Becca Squared was at it again) and pretty much every idea was hers.  Don't you love the pine branches with the little place cards and the burlap straps that make the table look like a rustically wrapped gift?  I added gilded pine cones that I'd collected on our latest Mt. Etna hike and spray painted gold, and then sprinkled greenery and cranberries around some of the candles on the table.


    Christmas trees decorated with simple white lights were an easy solution to my decorating woes for the rest of the hall.  Next year (did I just say that?) I might elevate the smaller trees onto tables so that the whole room could see them.   There are at least five trees that are invisible in this picture:


    The delicious meal was perfectly prepared by one of Lena's favorite Italian babysitters, Maria.  We started with bruschetta and Maria's famous campanada, a Sicilian specialty.  Later the main course included a chicken cutlets and the local classic: pasta alla Norma (eggplant, tomato, and ricotta pasta).


    And then, just as I was beginning to breathe a sigh of relief, disaster struck.  

    We hostesses were responsible for our table's dessert, and I thought chocolate fondue would be an easy and elegant option. Unfortunately I had no idea how many things were wrong with this plan.   
    1. I have never made fondue before in my life.  
    2. The commissary (grocery store) didn't have the right kind of chocolate, but I didn't know that so I just bought baking chocolate.  (Gag.)  
    3. I made it in a crock pot over the course of several hours while I furiously finished decorating and then began hostessing my table.
    When I hurried into the kitchen to supervise the serving of my dessert, the fondue was not fondue.  As one friend aptly put it later, it looked like coffee grounds.  Coffee grounds!!!  The chocolate had formed large, grainy clumps and separated from the oil.  I swirled a spoon around the pot with horrified despair.  

    Meanwhile my guests in the hall sipped their hot cider by candlelight and waited for dessert.  The waiters around me were quickly plating white chocolate raspberry cheesecake and individual dark chocolate mousse that other table hostesses had brought.

    In the end, Maria saved the day.  She had made a huge Italian cake just because... because she's Maria and she does unexpectedly sweet things like that.  I asked the waiters to plate slices of her cake with the best of our fondue dippers: oranges and coconut cookies.  It was a meager offering compared to my dreams, and I ate it like humble pie.


    For the first time in my life that evening I received a public thank you and a gift for decorating the event.  I have always wondered what it feels like to be one of those extraordinary, capable women who gets a gift bag and a big thank you in front of a room of applauding people enjoying her handiwork.  Now I know how it feels.

    It feels undeserved, because there are probably 15 other people who deserve this applause more than you do, 15 people who worked just as hard as you did but with no job description to egg them on.

    It feels false, because "Becca's beautiful vision" was all from those 15 other women.  And Pinterest.

    And it feels so sweet, because the people applauding are grateful and appreciative even when they eat oranges for dessert instead of chocolate and when they can't see the miniature Christmas trees on the floor. 

    There is no Pleasure like that of receiving Praise from the Praiseworthy.
    -Richard Steele-

    Wednesday, November 21, 2012

    a moment to be still.


    Lena is sleeping.  The kitty is lounging.

    The menu for tomorrow's Thanksgiving meal is looming.  The kitchen is dirty.  The floors are dirty.  The laundry is clean, at least, but needs folding.

    But for just a moment... let me sit still.

    I like doing a travel series and sharing photos with you, but in the middle of that it's hard to share what's going on right here, right now, this week.  So here's a bit about life around here, and why it feels so good to sit, and why I would like to curl up with a book until the end of nap time.

    This holiday season is a busy season.  I think I didn't quite realize it until all at once the deadlines were approaching and the holidays were upon us.  I also recently decided to get much more involved in my community by joining or taking positions in my women's Bible study and the All Officers' Spouses' Club, and with these commitments comes a lot of (joyful!) responsibility.  While most of the year these two organizations have minimal commitments, around this time of year there are holiday parties, book club meetings, Thanksgiving potlucks, and party planning committees galore, not to mention creating all the sweets and treats that are fun to bake, cook, and prepare to share at all these events.

    The biggest upcoming event is Night of Noel, a beautiful evening of food and fellowship for the women of our community, and I am responsible for all the decorating for the event (yikes) as well as hostessing a table and making a dessert.  I'm thinking multiple Christmas trees and twinkle lights, gold spray painted pine cones, and fondue, in that order.  Thoughts?

    I also somewhat randomly decided to sell my handiwork at my first craft fair ever.  (Double yikes!)  The craft fair will take place on December 1... a little over a week away!  I spent most of last Saturday at my sewing machine and spend every evening with my knitting needles between my fingers.  (Why is it that I only get crafty in the fall and winter?  I need to stay crafty all year so that I have a good inventory!)  Honestly, I'm somewhat ridiculously excited about actually attending and selling at a craft fair, even though it's only three hours long and I fully expect to sell nothing.  It's the anticipation... the camaraderie... the officialness of it!  I'm a real craftswoman. 

    Anyway, that's a little bit of what is constantly running through my mind these days.  "Knit gloves... finish book for book club... email about decorations... run over shopping list again for Thanksgiving... sew fabric beach balls... etc. etc. etc."  Not to mention playing with Lena, cooking meals, keeping the house clean, dealing with our chimney repairs (still not finished!), and all the other sweet trifles of life.

    Are you feeling overwhelmed by the holidays or just caught up in the joyful busyness of it all? 

    Tuesday, October 16, 2012

    Book Review: "Don't Make Me Count to Three!"


    See my other parenting book reviews here and here.


    I picked up Don't Make Me Count to Three!in my parents’ church library a few weeks ago.  The very fact that I did pick it up and check it out, I think, is a sign of the worries in my heart these days.  Like I groaned about here, my little baby has turned into a toddler, and she has a lot of ‘tude to show for it. 

    Of course I love her spunky determination and—within reason—her bright-eyed sass.  But occasionally frequently she uses that determination and sass to demand that I open a package of cookies for her in a store, or to reply “no!” when I tell her what I would like her to do, or to throw a tantrum at the dinner table.  Then it is time to lay down the law. 

    But how does a mother do that?  How do you decide what you will allow and what you will not?  How do you respond to blatant disobedience and even toddler rage?  How do you control your own boiling anger at the same time?  How do you discipline graciously and thoughtfully?  And what form of discipline should you choose?

    Anyway, end rant.  I read Ginger Plowman’s slim, straightforward little volume and found answers to some of my questions.  In the end I gave the book four stars on GoodReads (I'd love to be your friend on there!) because I didn’t love her writing style and am not sure if I agree with all her methods and suggestions.  However, I’m a young mom, and she is not, and I found a great deal to glean from the book.

    Here are a few things I want to put away for future reference:

    Part I: Reaching the Heart of Your Child

    If you asked me before I read this book what it means to “discipline” Lena, I probably wouldn’t have had a good answer, partly because the word “spanking” makes me really uncomfortable to talk about in public and partly because I just hadn’t really thought about it that much.  One huge take-away from this book for me is that the whole act of disciplining Biblically involves not just time out/spanking/whatever you choose but also teaching and instruction.  

    Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger,
    but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord. – Ephesians 6:4

    The rod and reproof give wisdom,
    but a child left to himself brings shame to his mother. – Proverbs 29:15

    When [our kids] disobey, we think we have done well to say, “That was wrong, and you shouldn’t have done it… (whack, whack, whack) now, get in your room!”  When we do this, we have only done half of what God has called us to do.      (p 27, emphasis mine)

    Now that I know that telling Lena she did something wrong isn’t enough… what do I do?  How do I reach her heart, where the sin lies and the wrongdoing begins?  The author offers this scenario that illustrates what you could do and what you should do to really get at the heart of the issue and the heart of your child:

    A while back, [my son] Wesley was going through a time where he was intentionally aggravating his sister.  He would get down on all fours like a lion, snarling, growling, and drooling….  I sounded like a broken record all day long!  “Wesley, stop!”  Wesley, quit!”  “Wesley, Alex doesn’t like that!” 
    … Eventually I realized that I had to work backwards from the behavior to his heart.  Each time he began to aggravate her, we would go through a very simple line of questioning.
    Mom: “Wesley, judging from your laughter you seem to be having a great time growling and chasing your sister.  Are you having as much fun as you look like you are having?”
    Wesley: (raises one eyebrow in curiosity) “Yes, ma’am.”
    Mom: “Is Alex having as much fun as you are?”
    Wesley: (squirming a little) “Well, no, ma’am.”
    Mom: “Tell me, what is Alex doing?”
    Wesley: (pausing for a moment and looking down) “She’s screaming and crying.”
    Mom: “Honey, are you delighting in Alex’s suffering?  Because love does not delight in evil.” (1 Corinthians 13:6)
    Wesley: (with a look of understanding followed by a look of sadness) “Alex, will you forgive me for making you cry?”

    Now, I know what you are thinking.  This sounds pretty idealistic… and Mom sounds super preachy here.  At least that’s how it came across to me.  But as I read on in the book, I was challenged by this approach that the author takes.  As she says in her book, the Word of God does not return void (Isaiah 55:11), and I think she is right to use Scripture as part of her reproof.  Plus, she is doing some serious digging here to get to the heart of the issue rather than just telling him, “Wesley, I have told you to stop, and you have not stopped, so go to your room for a 10-minute time out.”  Significant difference in getting to the heart of the issue, right?

    Of course, I can’t talk to Lena this way now.  She’s just 18 months old!  So how do I get at the heart of the issue when disciplining her?  The next section gave me some guidance.


    Part II: How to Give a Biblical Reproof

    Two illustrations in Part II of this book encouraged me in ways I can guide and instruct Lena as I discipline her.  The first is to provide a way of escape and the second is to apprentice her hand in hand. 

    Caring for a puppy is a good way to illustrate the first principle. What if the first time the puppy does his business on your carpet, you punish him for doing so… but then you don’t show him the outdoors or praise him for going outside?  Instead, every time he uses your rug as his toilet, you punish him severely and never show him a way to please you.  Pretty soon the puppy will run into a corner whenever he needs to go, hiding from you and the punishment that is sure to follow.  When you come to discipline him, your adorable puppy will eventually turn on you, snapping and biting, frustrated and confused. 

    What a convicting illustration.  How often do I just say to Lena, “No!” instead of taking the time to also patiently teach her what I prefer her to do?  How often do I crack down instead of providing a way out for her?  How often do I say, “Instead of throwing your food on the floor if you don’t want it, just put it back on the tray, like this,” all the while guiding her hands and then praising her for doing it correctly. 

    This leads to the second big take-away from this section for me: to apprentice Lena hand in hand.  The author includes a lengthy illustration of an old-time craftsman who would teach by literally placing his hands on top of his apprentice’s as he instructed him in the craft.  The craftsman didn’t yell at their apprentice for breaking a crucible or spilling molten silver.  Instead he took the time to guide and instruct the apprentice hand in hand until the apprentice got it right.

    [Y]ou haven’t disciplined a child properly until you have brought him to the point of repentance by requiring him to practice the biblical alternative to his sinful behavior…  Biblical discipline involves correcting wrong behavior by practicing right behavior, with the right attitude, for the right reason, until the right behavior becomes habitual.                                                                                      (p 66)

    Part III: The Biblical Use of the Rod

    Every parent must decide with their spouse whether or not to spank their child.  It is a very personal (and now very political) decision.  Because of this, I wondered how the author would address spanking.  Well, surprise surprise, she does take the position that you should spank your child, and even that there is Biblical instruction to spank your child.  I’ll leave this section to you to read; it’s quite interesting!

    Spanking aside, there were other points she made in Part III about discipline that stuck with me.  There were the worldly methods that parents use to obtain obedience (pp 101-106).  Maybe these stood out because… umm… I use them a lot?!
    1.  Bribing—“Come to Mommy and I’ll give you a lollipop.”
    2.  Threatening—“I’m going to count to three!”
    3.  Appealing to emotions—“After all I’ve done for you, this is how you treat me.”
    4.  Manipulating their environment—Your 12-month-old keeps pulling everything to the floor that is within reach, and so you rearrange your whole house piece by piece instead of ever saying, “No.”
    5.  Reasoning with your child—or talking your child into obedience.

    Also, I was struck by her list of reasons why spanking does not work:
    1.     Lack of consistency—“It is not the severity of correction which will produce obedience; it is the certainty of correction which will bring about the desired result.  Be consistent in your administration of discipline.  Never, never, never issue a warning or a command without following it through.” (p 113)
    2.     Lack of persistence—“For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.” (Hebrews 12:11)
    3.     Lack of effectiveness—“If little Johnny is sporting an extra-padded diaper and running in circles while Mom halfheartedly administers the rod, the spanking in ineffective.” (p 114)
    4.     Lack of righteousness—“When the rod is administered in sinful anger or with a wrong motive, the child will resent rather than repent.” (p 115)

    There is so much to ponder in this book.  As a young mother, I felt like this book had a lot of wisdom and instruction, as well as the answers to a great many questions in my mind and heart.  I so desire to love and guide Lena well, to teach her and train her up in the way she should go.  As Elliott and I discuss what I read in this book and decide how to apply it to our parenting, I pray that we will remember these words from the Book of Common Prayer.  Our church in D.C. prayed this prayer together every Sunday:

    “Lord, you have blessed our [family] with the joy and care of children.  Give us courage, patience, and wisdom as we bring them up in the faith that they might never know a day apart from You.  Amen.”
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