5 years ago today

5 years ago today my journey as a mother officially began.

5 years later i am equally as grateful for the special spirit that has been sent to me.

sam, i appreciate the confidence you have always had in me;

the admiration has been nice, too.

thank you for all you have done to stretch & mold me into a mother.

happy birthday, my bright shooting star.

as good as it gets

i was alone tonight.

i finished working early,

and pete had taken the kids to the pool.

my house was quiet,

and not the kind of quiet i like.

i missed my kids,

i missed their sounds,

their requests,

and mostly just their presence.

i was overwhelmed with what a privilege it is to be their mother.

as i thought of their devoted love & interest to me,

it dawned on me that this stage of life i'm in is certainly as good as it is going to get.

if i can't be happy with this wonderful life,

then i'm afraid i will never be happy.

and i am happy.

perhaps happier than ever.

state the facts

some days i get overwhelmed.

then i get frazzled.

then i can't even remember what's what.

it's then i try to slow down

and just repeat the facts....

my name is jennifer vanderlinden.

i am 31 years old.

i am a mother.

i am not a perfect mother,

despite how hard i try.

i am a perfectionist,

and i don't want to be anymore.

wake up, lady!

my sister recently introduced me to a blog that i now love.

it's called angle of my repose.

i recently read a post there about her briefly losing one of her young children at the grocery store.

an older man found the girl and was waiting with her until the mother found her.

the man was not impressed with the situation,

and as he walked away he said "wake up, lady!"

i had my own "wake up lady" moment this past week in the grocery store.

i had a long list.

the kids were being a little on the wild side,

and they weren't staying in the cart.

it was dinner time,

and i just wanted to hurry.

sam began tugging on my shirt while i was trying to pick out a roast.

he kept saying "look, mom, look!"

in an attempt to do both things at once,

i glanced over in the direction he was pointing.

i saw some cheese or something in the cooler

and replied, "cool, sam" like i was actually looking.

i was more just looking at the roast.

i heard an older man say to him,

"oh, did you build that? that's quite impressive."

that caught my attention,

and i looked again.

i saw what sam was trying to get me to see.

he had stacked tuna cans up to make a tower almost as tall as he was.

the man didn't tell me to "wake up, lady",

but i said it to myself that day,

and i haven't been able to stop saying it to myself all week.

here, i've got these amazing children who are in a stage of life where my validation & attention are laying a foundation for their self-image and understanding of their world.

with the demands of being a mother,

i have found myself lately rushing through life,

looking but not really seeing anything they are showing me.

i have so many ideas in my mind of the kind of mother i want to be,

and i have realized that it is time for me to wake up.

if i want to be a gentler mother,

a better listener,

and be better at understanding,

now is the time to do it.

if i want to provide a nurturing & comfortable home,

if i want to organize our lives,

and if i want to make life more fun & meaningful,

now is the time to do it.

if i want to start seeing more,

then i need to start really looking.

"wake up, lady!"

now is your time!

once this time passes,

you won't get a re-do.

friday book review: bone soup

bone soup

by cambria evans

suggested reading level: ages 4-8

skeletal finnigin, a friendly feasting traveler, is known far and wide for his ravenous appetite. in his travels he is sure that he will be treated to a halloween feast somewhere. unfortunately the ghoul packed community catches word of him, so they all quickly pack away their prized stewed eyeballs and bat wings. although they turn him away, he is undeterred, and he cleverly begins to brew a soup with his magic bone. one by one, each creature emerges to investigate. they are gradually convinced to make awful additions like spider eggs, dried mouse droppings, toenail clippings, dandelions, and other items to the yellow-green soup.

the story is engaging and a little quirky. the illustrations are whimsically scary and in keeping with good halloween spirit.

we have been trying to get with the holiday spirit.

i haven't done a ton of decorations or halloween activities,

but i have been trying to read some fun, festive books.

and there are a lot of halloween books out there.

we enjoyed this story;

both sam & will were obsessed with the eyeballs in the soup.

they both came up with crazy ideas for their own soup.

the story has even inspired some silly dream dust about trying to make soup and all kinds of fun things appearing (like kittens, monkeys, and puppies).

if i were more on the ball i would try to come up with some creative way to make bone soup around here.

but since i'm not up for that this year,

we will just have to keep enjoying the story.

home

home can be a lot of things,

and it can be in a lot of places.

we just spent the past week at my original home,

and it felt like like home,

like my original home.

when i think of that home i think of...

my grandma,

endless pastures that are beautiful & simple & timeless,

ganny's house,

the shag carpet,

the big kitchen table,

the fabric closet,

linda's room,

the blue bathroom,

a pot of beans,

fried okra,

the hay bails,

the lane gate,

the quiet,

the open space,

a feeling of comfort.

the only thing that didn't feel original was having my husband & children there.

it was a reminder to me that home can be in more than one place;

i have a home here that i treasure & enjoy daily,

but i also have a home in oklahoma that will house my childhood,

a place that in a way will never change.

as we were flying out of okc,

i looked past my children & out the window as we were taking off down the runway.

i remembered my grandpa's parting words as i left on a similar airplane in 1999.

he said "everyone is allowed to make at least one mistake in their life."

i know my life would have turned out very differently had i stayed in oklahoma,

but i don't think it was a mistake that i left.

i now have another treasured home,

one that i hope to always be able to come back to and be re-charged with memories of my young adulthood & parenthood.

wherever you make that home will also be a cherished place,

and never really a mistake.

we had a lovely visit,

and my children are ready to be farm kids.

now that i mention it,

perhaps i wouldn't mind making another new home,

in the country,

on a farm.

kind of a trick question

how is it possible to make a halloween costume when you have a 6 month old baby who always wants to be held?
EASY!
put her in a sling and let her help!
and see how quickly you can get it done then!

(and, no, my hair is not in a ponytail; it's cut off, and it's short! loving it though, except for the back poof in this pic)