Fearless

Addie had her first recital in a recital hall today. Since Gillian was sick as a dog, she and Papa stayed home. This is only relevant here because I had two hands to videotape and photograph this blessed event, and I missed her swaggering onto the staged, coquettishly flirting with THE ENTIRE AUDIENCE because I had my camera in my hands and my video camera balanced on my knee. Good God this child has no fear. There were probably 300 people in the hall. Of no matter to Addie, who adored performing for the lot of us. This is her last pizzicato performance, ever. Upward and onward.

Hello Cello!

In July of this year (weeks after turning 4), Addie started cello lessons. She was nearly bursting with excitement when we went to get her her very own  cello. She would finally be a big girl like her sister, who plays the violin! We drove up to an instrument rental company in a neighboring little town to see if they could measure her and if they had a cello we could rent, and we were in luck!

 

Addie was so excited to have her new cello. In fact, in the case she casually slung her arm around the case and announced, "this is my boyfriend, and his name is Zig Zag Lightning", which elicited howling laughter from the staff of the music store. One thing Adelaide is not, is shy.

So, we've been doing lessons now for three months, and Addie is showing a lot of promise. At about the same time, she has really started showing some piano talent too. Both of the kids are super into practicing, and the only motivation necessary to provoke them past feeling lazy is to remind them that they want to be prepared for their teachers, who they both adore.

It's a lot of work to be a Suzuki parent x 2 kids, but I can see the benefit of this style of learning, even at this age. Train the ear, and the reading will follow. Addie's piano reading has gotten better because of her aural learning on cello. We practice 6 nights a week, typically, and it is just part of our evening routine. That's what we do between bath and a show/bedtime. Addie has learned to responsibly handle her "boyfriend" and likes to be in charge of opening the case, adjusting the end pin, and rosining her bow.

Two weeks ago, Addie had her first music recital (voila, see below!!)! She did the first ever thing she learned-a little song made up to help the children remember the names of each of their strings. She has another recital on November 10, where she will play another plucking piece, then a real studio recital on the stage at the end of November.
At her first recital she was so nervous! But she did just fine. I almost cried the whole time, I was so proud and she was so sweet.

A Verry Merry Birthday To YOU!

Dear Gillian,

Today you are SEVEN! SEVEN!!!!!! Yesterday you were learning to walk, and today you read and write and create. Do you know that I love you…really, really love you? With all of my heart and soul? You-the one who made me a parent, and changed my life in impossible ways? One day you will know how this feels...how it simultaneously makes you weep and laugh-this raising people business. I am reminded of the old book that I loved in second grade-the one about the little caterpillar who was desperate to grow up, to know what it feels like to be a butterfly and float on the quiet breeze. She asked all the butterflies floating by on gilded wings and they all whispered “someday you’ll know….someday you’ll know…”. When you tell me you want to be grown up, I hug you and tell you I want you to stop growing, right this instant. I tell you I won’t be able to hold you the same way for much longer…my gangly doe, climbing onto my lap with her currently-awkwardly long knobby limbs (that I know will transform into elegant, well formed ones one day-should you have ever fretted). But I’ll hold you as long as you want me to. I know those awful teenage years-the ones that hurt like the metamorphosis of that sweet little caterpillar-are coming. But I hope you still turn to me when you are hurting.

These days are about fun and learning and playing…carefree. You are nearly fanged, one top tooth missing, and the other on it’s way out any day. Your favorite color is green. Your favorite things are making art (you have an exceedingly long attention span), imaginary playing with your friends, and playing your instruments. You play piano (for almost 3 years) and violin (for almost 2 years). You show great promise and have a good ear, according to your teachers. You are reading very well, and writing very well, though your spelling will improve. Your teachers adore you, because you are helpful and kind and generally well-behaved. Mrs. G is your teacher-she is wonderful, young, and tattooed, which blows your mind. She runs your class like a sports team, which seems to be very effective. So, you are well adjusted, happy, and well-liked and we probably couldn't want much more for you.

For your birthday, we had a Mad Hatter Tea Party. You had the idea, having done the Alice in Wonderland play this summer at camp. It was a brilliant idea, and my creative side was happy to run with it. Even though we had to change the plan at the last minute because of weather, most people came, and it was a beautiful day. Note that the food got made because of your three fairy godmothers, and their willingness to come help get things ready a couple of nights before the party (let's also acknowledge for your ungrateful 13-year old self that mama got < 3 hours of sleep the night before, the night of we went to bed before 8 pm, and mama didn't take her robe off the following day). The day of, all of your best friends came out, and you said it was your favorite birthday EVER.

 

You even had your oldest friends there....France and Anni, who we were in a playgroup with starting at 3 months old.
 
At any rate, the love surrounding us was palpable. I kept marveling at the people who love us enough to give up Friday night to make tea sandwiches, and cut out gift tags, and make gift bags, and cut out cupcake toppers until 12:30 in the morning...(one of these ladies is no dummy and called it "sweat equity"). Every child came on your special day dressed to the nines in fancy Tea Party attire (they were all characters). It was beautiful on so many levels. Everyone tried hard and wanted to be there because they love you. Like we all do. You are really easy to love, monkey. So, on the eve of your birthday, I wish for you all the blessings in heaven and on earth, all the love you could ever want, and a wonderful year of joy. I love this journey with you. I love being your mama.

Love, Mama

 

Watermarked photos are compliments of Roxanne Engstrom of http://www.hawaimages.com/ ; others were taken by our lovely guests and shared with us.

Every Day

Every day I wake up, make sure all the pieces of the kids lunches are ready, that their vitamins are laid out, that their water bottles are there with the note that tells my husband the assembly of the day. Every morning, I walk out my back door, through the alley, to the sidewalk. Every day I cross the same street in a diagonal and walk to the train, and ride downtown to the office, work my 10 hours and come home. I must have done this 10,000 time since we moved to our home. And I know for some people that is monotonous, awful, exhausting…the routine of it. I find comfort in it-the mundane. Somehow it’s a break from the punctuated intensity of parenting, or from adult relationships, or the sadness or brilliant glory that can pervasive in the world. Buddhists call being present in the mundane acts in life “mindfulness”. Sometimes this routine, particularly the travelling part, gives me space to be alone with myself and my thoughts and allows me to consider the things on my plate at any given time.

I love the routine. I love the sweet moments before the girls close their eyes at the end of the night, when we talk about the world, or the not-world. I love Addie sweetly touching my face and kissing my nose, and Gillian telling me some wonderfully insightful story or thought. Last night’s was “Papa is so lucky that you found him-because you take good care of him.”..these brilliant, beautiful bits that come from someplace beyond this place. This is the good stuff, I know. This is the stuff that will keep me warm in my thoughts when I am old and my house is way too quiet…when sound of the bubbly laughter and tears of my children are just the faintest echoes in my memory.

But I can’t freeze time, and I can’t keep them this age forever. I just hope we still love each other this hopelessly on the other side of Teenage, and that they make it through that as gracefully as possible. Some people say “enjoy them while they’re young…it goes so fast.” I just wonder if there’s a parent anywhere who doesn’t mourn the fast forward pace of life with their young children…who isn’t acutely aware that the time is, in fact, going entirely too fast. What a life I have been given-my small, humble little life..but how full it is. I am so grateful to God for this journey-there are so many, and this one is mine. The mysteries revealed in time, the awe is mine to realize.

People can choose their vantage point. The world will reveal to you exactly what you are expecting-so expect joy, and light, and peace. See the bumps for what they are, but don’t lose sight of the glory. It is always there, the love and the light, the rest is distraction.

Birthday on the Range

 

 

My sweet baby Addie-

Today you are FOUR. We had the “best birthday party EVER” Sunday. Maybe you will remember, or maybe you won’t, that you adore your little animals (note: if you are grown and reading this, this habit/hobby of lining your animals in rows, organized by color or species is when I noticed you are Type A and possibly a little OCD about order:

 

You adore big animals. And I couldn’t think of a better birthday for you than one that involved ponies and farm animals. So, we had your birthday at Memory Lane Stables. You rode ponies (Bob, and your all time favorite, Rosie, as it were-we have been to this place a few times before and we are all painfully aware that you know exactly what you like), you had a petting zoo with a pig, a miniature pony (with “fluffy hair”), and a lamb….there was even a chicken roaming the grounds. All of your closest friends were there and many of our closest friends were there. It was a perfect day-as you said “the best day of [your] life”. I even made you a horse birthday cake.

On days like that-the ones where you are surrounded by that much love from that many people-I don’t question how we’re doing as parents, and how we are doing in life. You know you are loved, and I hope you always know that. In our “small town” neighborhood in the middle of one of the biggest cities in the United States we have found a gold mine…wonderful friends and their amazing kids-the kind of thing I don’t think my parents ever had in any of our small Florida cities we lived in. I want that for you-the feeling of belonging and community. I want it for myself.

Don’t ever forget the people who love you. You can completely take for granted that Papa and I love you, but remember that you have friends that would drop everything to help you, to hug you, or to talk to you when life feels overwhelming or sad. Remember they are also the ones who will celebrate the tribulations of life with you-your best friends will see your accomplishments as their own. If they seem resentful or jealous and aren’t lifting you up, that has nothing to do with you-you keep going, keep moving ahead, and don’t let anything stop you.

Remember to respect your dreams and let them guide you. Find your passion, find love. Always make choices that make your heart truly happy-those will *always* be the ones that come from a place of respect for yourself. If you take care of yourself, you are more awesome for everyone around you-all the time.

So, I am still kissing you all over your face. I am still relishing snuggling your tiny self as much as I can. I love being where you come when you are feeling sad or need some love. I love you busting through the back door after school, excited to share the day’s adventures with me. I love watching you play with your animals, happy as a clam, for hours. You are silly, and sweet, and emotionally intelligent, and kind. And you know what? I love you for “all the days”. (that’s your Addieism for your greatest expression of love). I am so lucky to be your mama.

 

 

Extrovert

Gillian is a born and bred performer. She is enough of a ham to be like me and want peoples' attention even if the actual act ties her in nervous knots, but enough like Sean to be very reserved and focused when she is up in front of people (ie, not a showman, like her crazy little sister). There have been no shortage of opportunities to let her "look at me!"ness shine on as the school year comes to a close.

The first end-of-year performance was the Spring Musical. I adore the music teacher, who worked herself to death to put together a wonderful idea and get the kids ready for a true production. Another arty mama and I painted the backdrop (24 ft canvas-by far my biggest painting ever) for the show, which turned out pretty well (mock up of Van Gogh's "The Bedroom"):

                                                                      Setting up/decorating

I spent most of that Wednesday helping decorate, but for all my volunteerism I got reserved 3rd row center seats, which-because it always ends up being standing room only-is worth its weight in gold.

Preschool performed Do Re Me, which we didn't record because we had a technical issue, but we did get the second song (which was a hot mess and full of nose picking for Addie!). Kindergarten performed "I won't grow up" from Peter Pan and "Tomorrow" from Annie. The entire show was a boy dreaming about being on Broadway, so all the song the various grades performed were show tunes.


Last weekend, Gillian had her group violin recital. This, luckily, is what Addie did during the very long wait for Gillian's group to perform (she was the best behaved 3 year old in the place, maybe for the first time ever!).




Gillian will miss out on the solo recitals because we will be in Florida on the date that was selected (after we made travel plans), but she is more than happy with one recital (though you'll recall how handsomely she made out from her recital last year). But here she is playing a Minuet-how proud were we? Well, look how I took over the student seating as soon as they left so I could be close to the stage to record her (obnoxious, I agree, but a girl has to do what she has to do).


And finally, Gillian has been taking an after-school Spanish enrichment class from the Little Linguists Academy from Señora Santiago. She does have Spanish twice a week in school, but this is extra just because I wanted to mix up her after-school time in a constructive way (she also took Art for All for two sessions after school this year). Anyway, she *loves* spanish!!! Here is her last performance of the year!!


We plan to enroll Addie at the music school in the fall. It will be interesting to see what kind of performer she turns out to be!

*THIS* is why I am tired

My kids call my name approximately 1,000 times a day. In this satirical piece, Gillian gives you a glimpse of the insanity that is my life. Except it's this x 2. Every day. All day. Except when I'm at work, which, ironically, is my peaceful time.

Right here

Sunday was Mother's Day. I woke up to my beautiful daughters in my bed, hugging and kissing me. My husband brought a cup of fresh latte and some beignets he scored from a restaurant he plays a gig at once a month. The girls wanted to stay and snuggle, and gave me a massage. They brought me beautiful gifts they made at school. Breakfast came, in bed, and I didn't have to do a thing. I watched the girls' show with them on the couch, and we went to mass (Gillian asked why we had to go to mass if this was a special day, and Sean said "well, moms just like to go to mass, ALL THE TIME.").

Somehow as I was there in that church, on that crisp spring day, I felt my mother all around me. I felt her in every other mother with their children in the pews..every mother who had lost a child..every mother carrying a child...and every mother who had moved on. Addie asked why I was crying, kneeling at the pew. I told her I was happy and sad and humbled. I get to be counted among the masses of those who have given life...who has been given the privilege to manifest creation. After communion, our priest asked all the mothers to come to the front of the church, and we got a standing ovation. And I could see my little family in the back of the church waiving and proud, and I couldn't stop from getting teary-because of all those people in that sea of people, that little family belongs to me. No matter how terrible or distracted or angry I get, they forgive me and love me in spite of myself. And as the entire church extended their hands to bless us in prayer, I started counting my blessings....for love and faith; for family and friends; for health, meaning, and work.

Because no matter what I do for the rest of my life, nothing will compare to creating Gillian and Adelaide. And I wish my mother, who loved to brag on me, could have met them-my greatest achievement.

Mothers are our conduit to conscious existence and our portal to this plane of being. There is divinity there. And they carry the balance of the family on their backs...there is something spot on in the reverence the Catholic church has for Mary, the virgin mother. The one who manifested the savior.

So, I'll get off my serious kick here, and will explain my long absence. Suffice it to say I am ruminating as the seasons change, in spring, and how life bursts forth out of nothing and how beautifully that parallels motherhood.

                                 Addie and I at the Mother's Day Tea at her school last Friday

Letting go

Last night at our Mutiny meeting (see previous post) we discussed what we hoped to get out of our experiment. It was pretty powerful and humbling to sit with such an incredibly diverse and interesting group of women.

One thing the book is driving home for me is the abundance/wealth we have compared to the rest of the world. Two interesting things the author says in the book that stayed with me:
1. If you make $35,000 a year, you are among the world's top 4% most wealthy; if you make $50,000 a year, you are among the top 1% most wealthy people IN THE WORLD.
2. Money does not increase happiness after income reaches $13,000 a year...at some point it's related to a decrease in happiness.

We discussed  at great length that our country creates a culture of inferiority and materialism that is so dishonest, and so greedy that it begs to be challenged. We discussed what we opine that we need. Most people said "cuter clothes", "nicer things", or the like. I thought long and hard about that study question and said "financial security". I explained my parental dynamic with money-dad worked, sometimes, mom killed herself working 80 hours a week at a convenience store and hid money from my dad so she could make sure the rent could get paid if he decided to quit his job (which he did often). I said to these Mutiny Sistas (that is what we are calling ourselves ;-): "I make a good income, and yet, it feels we are always just squeaking by. My question would be "what amount of money/savings/security is enough for me?!?" A followup is, "are there choices I can make that will make this concern go away?" So, I don't feel particularly attached to things, per se, but to security. That was a profound observation for me. Because I believe in the laws of attraction, if I FEEL and give thanks for great abundance, I will attract that. But abundance doesn't necessarily only mean money.

The Tao Te Ching says "chase after money and security, and your heart will never unclench". One of the readings from last night's discussion was from Matthew 19:

The Rich and the Kingdom of God
16 Just then a man came up to Jesus and asked, “Teacher, what good thing must I do to get eternal life?”
17 “Why do you ask me about what is good?” Jesus replied. “There is only One who is good. If you want to enter life, keep the commandments.”
18 “Which ones?” he inquired.
Jesus replied, “‘You shall not murder, you shall not commit adultery, you shall not steal, you shall not give false testimony,
19 honor your father and mother,’ and ‘love your neighbor as yourself.”
20 “All these I have kept,” the young man said. “What do I still lack?”
21 Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”
22 When the young man heard this, he went away sad, because he had great wealth.
23 Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Truly I tell you, it is hard for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of heaven.
24 Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.”

I think this cuts to the core of the issue-I don't necessarily think this is literally "rich people can't go to heaven" but that people who amass and value things above all else cannot possibly sit in communion with God/the universal everything. Their lives are cluttered with amassing wealth and possessions. So, Jesus told the man to LET THAT GO if he truly wants to be Godlike. He has to let go of the one thing that distracts him from being real, and present, and connected. For other people it would be other things (some people honestly don't care about money).

In Buddhism, suffering is equated with an attachment to things-whether those things be material possessions, expectations, ideals, people, etc. If you think about it, what makes you suffer? Wishing someone acted a different way, felt a different way, that you made more money, had a bigger house, that you had a new car...? What if we could wipe the lenses clear and just accept things as they are and not expect them to be any different? What a huge burden to put down-LETTING IT ALL GO. Then we're wide open to connect, to be charitable, to be loving and compassionate. There's nothing clouding our vision anymore.

My goal here, is to refocus on the abundance I already have. I told a very sweet story of us in mass last Sunday (ironically, as we talk of simplifying, the first Sunday of Lent). We went up to take communion (and for the girls to get blessings, which they *LOVE*), and went back to our pew to kneel and pray. Addie knelt obediently next to me ("wait, did you say YOUR child did anything obediently?", you ask-yes, why yes it was). I was praying, asking God to help us be patient with one another, kind, compassionate, gentle, gracious....then I asked that God help me focus on gratefulness...of the blessings and the abundance in my life. And at that very moment, Addie stood up and whispered in my ear, "Mama, I love you sooooooooo much" and hugged my neck and kissed my cheek. And then I was weepy, because how much clearer of a message does a person need than that? My abundance begins and ends with LOVE-of my family, my community; of others.

That made me grateful that I chose to invite all the friends that have been so kind to us, that have raised me up, listened to, and fed me and the girls in their own humble homes in the past few months, to our house to eat in community last weekend. That night I looked around and was struck by how vital these connections are...how important it is to return kindness with kindness. And wow, what a wonderful community we have. Abundance.

Time for Change

It's February in Chicago. Which means we're all over it. We're impatient for Spring. The long, cold, grayness has taken it's toll. Seasonal Affective Disorder is at it's highest high.

These transitional months are interesting for me. I observe where I'm at emotionally, and this is when I am usually ready to push myself somehow. And this late-winter is no different. This time the change found me.

I have an amazing friend who I have mentioned before, who has made it her mission to serve others. She came back from four years in Africa changed with how she views wealth, blessings, and values. A few weeks ago, she challenged me and some other ladies with 7: Experimental Mutiny Against Excess.

The book is summarized like this: 7 is the true story of how Jen (along with her husband and her children to varying degrees) took seven months, identified seven areas of excess, and made seven simple choices to fight back against the modern-day diseases of greed, materialism, and overindulgence. In the spirit of a fast, they pursued a deeply reduced life in order to find a greatly increased God.

At first I thought, "well, I'm not sure about this....maybe it's preachy, maybe it's self-righteous, maybe it's ________" (insert other things that would get me out of having to take a hard look at the way I live my life). I should know better, since Roxanne is so genuine. This is really a group of women who want to get closer to God by cutting out the fat out of life. There are 13 or 14 of us-some single moms, some not moms, others married, some stay-at-home moms, some working moms, etc., etc.

It's interesting how this parallels my beloved Buddhism, and how they believe that you sit with God when you meditate in silent communion with yourself. I remember meditating for about 6 weeks rather religiously (ha!) for 10 tiny minutes a day, and how that changed my patience with myself and the people and circumstances around me. That communion with God was like a soul massage-like a recharge. I observed the suffering of other people, and their useless rage against circumstances (like a cat trying to fight its way out of a paper bag), and realized that to let go of that completely unserving emotion, you have to just accept it, sit with it, and let it go. But, then my "busy-ness" crept in and I lied to myself that I didn't have time to meditate and that I wasn't in a calm enough state (which is exactly when you SHOULD meditate), etc. etc.....anything to not have to sit in honesty with myself. Why not? I suppose I still have a lot of work to do with compassion for my own expectations of myself, shortcomings, and mistakes. So, because I seem to be happy to give until I am bone dry and not recharge the well, I find myself right where I was when I decided I needed to find a way to connect with everything.  Let me just explain that that encompasses God, which is and created everything. Some people call that "the universe" or "Nirvana" or "The Tao".

Since every sentient being originated from and returns to the source, there is an essence of God in every thing that IS. To that end, it serves us to connect with and recognize and sit with our commonness. We are all threads of God. We are stronger woven together, open to eachother, compassionate and sitting in non-judgement of one another.

So, that need to be present and feel connected is what is driving me to do this. I honestly believe that if I can simplify my life, I will be less distracted by the clutter in the world, and can spend more time in the moment. Intentional living, and mindfulness is how we open up our pathways of love and charity and compassion-and how we are REALLY HERE for and with the people we need to be here for. That's how I learn to listen hard and be patient with what my family members are telling me (verbally or not) and how I can open my ears to my calling. I'm cleaning out my pathways, y'all. This month we begin with the most basic thing: Food.

I love sweets. After not eating cheese or milk for about 30 years, I discovered it in my 30s, and haven't looked back since. I have always had issues with wheat/gluten intolerance-but I never cared enough to stop eating all the wonderful things made of wheat. This has made me have some serious GI problems all my life. I was made aware of these issues by seeing a dietician years ago...but just like meditation, I let that fall to the side after being pretty good for a while and feeling great. Because I don't matter as much as everyone else. LAME. How am I supposed to be a good wife and mother if I feel subpar all the time? If I am not fueling my body with something it can use? How am I supposed to hear the guidance and messages the universe sends my way if my gut and mind are cluttered with junk? So, my commitment to making space for my connection with everything is to make sure food is not why I am feeling crummy...to make sure my body and mind have what they need to be present and open. Immediately, my second day of no wheat, gluten, dairy, and 99% of sugar (I allow myself 1/2 tsp in my morning coffee) I got hit over the head. I was being heard.

I am no rap connoisseur (I had to google the refrain to get the full lyrics and rapper), but I have *never* heard Christian rap at the Jackson station (where I get on/off the train for work) in my life. Don't know if I created a space for my intentions to be acknowledged, or clarity is already setting in enough to hear messages, but Whoa-universe is yelling "wake up!" ((1 TH 5:6) "Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober.") I also was standing waiting for a train at rush hour long enough to hear the entire song (usually, the trains are closer together). Just thought I'd share-the angel at the Jackson Station was rapping a song for me and anyone else searching ;-) . I won't post the whole thing, but here are some lyrics that make the point:


"Show me what I got to do
To bring me closer to you
Cause I'm gonna go through
What ever you want me to
Just let me know what to do
Lord give me a sign!"

And, so far so good with the changing my eating habits. I fell off the wagon on Valentines day-how could I not enjoy cake with my babies? But I paid for it with nausea and a temporary return to feeling terrible-and I decided no cake is worth that feeling. I do feel like I have a bit more clarity as the days move on. I decided to start trying the meditation again, because I need it. Every parent does.