Thursday, March 31, 2011
A Lady In France
I am traveling overseas.
Yes, I am.
A blog post that I've contributed to Lady Jennie, la femme du maison from the photographically and poetically exquisite A Lady In France, is published there today.
And she blogs from France. Because she lives there. And my blog post is on there, and I wrote it, so, I'm going to say I'm A Lady In France today.
I love blogging.
I hope you hop over the pond, and come visit, where the gracious and intimate Jennie and I, speak of what else? but ze glorious gift of ze food.
Her beautiful blog is addictive to me, with it's peaceful, wise, no airs about her ways.
I know you'll love the way she writes, and the things you learn about living in a different culture. You leave with a feeling of knowing a bit more of something than before you clicked over. I like her, I truly do.
xo
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Clues That Your We Had Joy, We Had Fun, We Had Seasons In The Sun Have Now Passed
I went to college in the 80's, and I, back then, had this as my daily uniform:
The $10 a tube matte red lipstick, the mismatched earrings, the Ray-Bans. You can't see the Walkman I've got in my hand, but it was there, with the Pat Benatar cassette playing: "You're a heartbreaker, dreammaker, lovetaker, don't you mess around with me....no nonono no!"
Time stands still. It will always, I am convinced of this in 1984. I have been walking tall and sniffing pies in heaven, as my grandmother used to tell me in Spanish, ever since.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip
Flash forward to a morning when getting ready to take teen DDG* son clothes shopping, I pull on my 15 year old cowboy boots, stand up, and I say, "All ready. Let's go."
And, he says, the words that freeze any woman in her tracks: "You're going like that?! Mom!?"
All kneejerk responses run through my head:
But I'm a woman, my appearance is my weak spot. I eek out,"Whaaaat, whaaa---umm, is it that you mean, honey?"
"Mom. The way you look. You need a trip to the mall, not me."
A woman and her appearance. Put the two together, and the images of how you still see yourself fight to be heard first:
I was hot!
Here, see? A picture in case you don't believe me.
Wait, go ask your dad. no. don't.
I've got loveletters upstairs that would sear your young eyes!
I once had to double book 2 dates for the same night, little boy.
You can't imagine ...
But, no...no well adjusted, normal, grounded mom would ever go there with her child. He already had enough terror in his voice, I couldn't dump my stuff on that poor thing. No. I would work this s**t out.
It's time for the truth to be the truth that needs to be faced. No more hot mama days. There it is.
The parts are starting to fall off, and plastic replacement is not a possibility in our household. Time for age appropriate hairdos, professional hair coloring-- no boot black done at home die jobs, time for shirts that cover the belly, and belts that prevent diaper butt.
Time to remember that when you let your hair down after it's been up in a rubber band all day, that you look more like Crazy Mary that roams the streets downtown mopping the bridge, then you look like a flower child.
I have often told my husband that you can tell what the year was when a person was plucked out of the dating game, by the bust-a-move they pull on the dance floor. Frozen movements in time, they will forever be doing the very last bump and grind they were popping and locking it to, before they were picked up, and plunked down into their new life.
Me? I'm still doing Madonna's "Holiday" skip~skip~shoulder lift~shoulder lift.
I let my son suggest what to wear, and replace the cowboy boots with the Danskos he likes better. (in my mind, I'll always be Thelma and Louise).
We get to the mall, and head toward the stores he likes best: H&M, American Eagle, Aeropostale. We pull the double doors open, enter, and begin to walk the long corridor. All heads turn.
They are on him.
Yes, DDG*, your turn, baby. Your turn.
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*Lady Di would call Prince William DDG, short for Drop Dead Gorgeous. I have always loved that.
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Proudly, too, right down to the tights around the head |
Time stands still. It will always, I am convinced of this in 1984. I have been walking tall and sniffing pies in heaven, as my grandmother used to tell me in Spanish, ever since.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip
Flash forward to a morning when getting ready to take teen DDG* son clothes shopping, I pull on my 15 year old cowboy boots, stand up, and I say, "All ready. Let's go."
And, he says, the words that freeze any woman in her tracks: "You're going like that?! Mom!?"
All kneejerk responses run through my head:
- never let them see you sweat
- they sense fear
- don't lose your dominance
- speak with confidence
- maintain the status quo
- do NOT buckle
- keep your pole position
But I'm a woman, my appearance is my weak spot. I eek out,"Whaaaat, whaaa---umm, is it that you mean, honey?"
"Mom. The way you look. You need a trip to the mall, not me."
A woman and her appearance. Put the two together, and the images of how you still see yourself fight to be heard first:
I was hot!
Here, see? A picture in case you don't believe me.
Wait, go ask your dad. no. don't.
I've got loveletters upstairs that would sear your young eyes!
I once had to double book 2 dates for the same night, little boy.
You can't imagine ...
But, no...no well adjusted, normal, grounded mom would ever go there with her child. He already had enough terror in his voice, I couldn't dump my stuff on that poor thing. No. I would work this s**t out.
It's time for the truth to be the truth that needs to be faced. No more hot mama days. There it is.
The parts are starting to fall off, and plastic replacement is not a possibility in our household. Time for age appropriate hairdos, professional hair coloring-- no boot black done at home die jobs, time for shirts that cover the belly, and belts that prevent diaper butt.
Time to remember that when you let your hair down after it's been up in a rubber band all day, that you look more like Crazy Mary that roams the streets downtown mopping the bridge, then you look like a flower child.
I have often told my husband that you can tell what the year was when a person was plucked out of the dating game, by the bust-a-move they pull on the dance floor. Frozen movements in time, they will forever be doing the very last bump and grind they were popping and locking it to, before they were picked up, and plunked down into their new life.
Me? I'm still doing Madonna's "Holiday" skip~skip~shoulder lift~shoulder lift.
I let my son suggest what to wear, and replace the cowboy boots with the Danskos he likes better. (in my mind, I'll always be Thelma and Louise).
We get to the mall, and head toward the stores he likes best: H&M, American Eagle, Aeropostale. We pull the double doors open, enter, and begin to walk the long corridor. All heads turn.
They are on him.
Yes, DDG*, your turn, baby. Your turn.
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*Lady Di would call Prince William DDG, short for Drop Dead Gorgeous. I have always loved that.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Fun Things My Mom Gets Me and Things I Like To Do and Things I WOULD Like To Do
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It's a glorious Monday, and Baby E is better! Thank you for all of your sweet love, prayers, well wishes and healing thoughts. The antibiotic worked and did get rid of the lump on his jawline. THANK YOU!! [TMI warning: turned out to be an infected submandibular gland - sorry!sorry! but you know, I'm a mom]
He is back, and full of energy and 10,000 mph thoughts. And I couldn't be happier.
Monday -- Baby E post day. And I am so happy to have my co-writing partner back. Love you, sweet baby boy.
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Well, first I'll start off with fun things my mom gets me. Sometimes my mom gets me fun things like this duck whistle which everyone says is annoying, even though it's really not that much.
It goes like this, you blow in and it makes a funny noise that kinda sounds like, well not a duck, but you know...gas. It goes ::flaaaaarp::
[My mom is laughing her head off--that's how I told her to spell it]
Now I'll do something that's kind of something that she doesn't get me, but still I like -- movie tickets. I saw this movie today called, "Diary of a Wimpy Kid 2: Rodrick Rules." And it was good. ::flaaaaaaaaaaarp::
I love this duck whistle thing my mom got me. No one else does.
Well, I guess I'd better go to THINGS I LIKE TO DO:
First of all, I like to look at the YouTube video about this man who makes fake gas sounding noises, that my mom's friend sent to her. It is so funny. One part, the man makes a fake gas sounding noise with his armpit and this guy walking past him hears it and says, "oh, hello, how are you?" He answers the fake gas sound and I'm laughing about it just thinking about it.
Another thing that I like to do: I like drawing and writing in my journal, which most of you probably know.
Things I WOULD LIKE TO DO:
I would like to be a hypnotist.
And people might say, "oh, baby e, you can't be a hypnotist. You'll never be a hypnotist"' but I say why can't I do it?
I would also like to be a geologist, which is a person who studies rocks. I didn't know that right away, either.
And I would also like to be a soccer player, a professional, like playing in the World Cup.
Oh, yeah, and then I would like to be one of the science dudes who studies elements.
And don't smile about this one because it is a serious dream and goal of mine and it is to drink a shamrock shake in 3 seconds.
I like to think about stuff in exclamation marks.
And I wish I could hypnotize people and make them do what I want them to do.
I'm reading this cool book series, that I think your kids would like to read. They're the Molly Moon Series. They're really interesting books BUT they might be a little frightening in some points. And, so, you might want to look at it before your kids read it. But the books are false advertising at first because there is a picture of a pug with swirly eyes on the cover and but it's not about a pug. I know, false advertising, right? It is an incredible book about hypnotizing and the girl is a master hypnotist. And the scary part is they kidnap her dog. But the cover says ages 8 through 12. I started the second book, there are 5 books in it.
Earlier today at the store there was this really cool journal but my mom wouldn't let me get it. I like journals. Once, we went to a bookstore and they had this really cool journal with a dragon on the cover but it was like 50 dollars or something and so I know I can't buy stuff like that.
But, instead, I got the duck whistle today. ::flaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarp::
There's these little toys that are kind of girly, but I like them anyway. They're called Squinkies. But they're making a boy version of Squinkies. And this is something totally different: there's this rock painting set my mom hasn't let us do it yet because you need to set up a big place to do it and we've been busy and not home.
And there's this song that my mom is crazy about and thinks it's the best song ever and I sing it to her and she says I'm really good when I sing.
And, also, I AM FEELING BETTER. Yeah! Thank you, everybody, for hoping I will be Okay.
Thank you very much.
Bye.
::flaaaaaaaaaaaaarp::
Bye.
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I am lucky enough to be Blogger of the Month over at Kpug's place, Mom Got Blog. Thank you, Kel!
I've prepared a guest post for Kel, more of a guest rant, really: I have become an old lady who is fed up with, come see, what... Hope to see you there!
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Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sunday Best - How Do You Decide To Homeschool?
If someone had told me 15 years ago, that one day we would be a homeschooling family, I would have stared at them bug-eyed and insisted that they had the wrong crystal ball.
I had firm ideas and opinions about homeschooling, the foremost being that it was not for me. I'll be honest, I couldn't understand why someone would decide to homeschool.
That was, until our family became a family of homeschoolers. How does such a change in personal conviction take place? What is it that found us arriving at this lifestyle choice for our family?
My husband and I have always been book a week heavy readers. Our home, from the beginning, has had piles of books bedside, sofaside, coffee table piled up to here, with books.We are a family of readers.In a very unromantic, yet prescient act, we had both packed books for our honeymoon. Without consulting each other: we just assumed that we'd find time to read. Leisure time meant reading time.
After our children were born, within the first twenty-four hours of bringing each of our 3 newborn boys home, we held a book in front of their little faces, and read to them. There were as many books scattered in the toy room as toys themselves.
At three months old, our children were grabbing for books, and chewing on the covers. Nine months old found them crawling over to their own low level bookcase that we kept for them, and pulling out a book of their own.Yes, it was only to chew, but the recognition of what a book was, and where it was kept, was there.
At fifteen months old, they would open the book, look at the pictures, then make their way to our laps, handing us the books they wanted read to them. As time went on, and we began our weekly trips to the library, we had already begun what we didn't recognize then, as informal homeschooling.
Our children would excitedly choose books of their interest, and we would sit at the library, criss cross applesauce, amidst piles of books, and read, point, look. They’d become immersed in a certain topic, say, anything bulldozers--and we’d delve further. They would ask questions, and we’d go find out more together. Soon, our reading together at the library about bulldozers evolved into a field trip to a quarry, and then a hands on activity of making a bulldozer out of torn construction paper bits, renting a DVD on construction site equipment, and then a discussion at dinner on all the different types of bulldozers we had learned about.
Time marched on and our oldest had reached the age where we began to look at preschools. As the majority of families do, we made appointments to see several sites. We'd visit a few schools, but our oldest son would always comment at the end of our stay, that he felt as if he never had the chance to do any of the things he had wanted to. And so it continued, the same reaction, at all the other appointments, too.
The preschool teachers we consulted felt that it might be a good idea and appropriate for him, if we were to wait another year before starting him in a formal education setting. One year soon became two years. We were now at the kindergarten stage. We had scheduled three visits for him to sit in a kindergarten classroom. With each visit, I’d pick him up, and he’d confess that he really wanted to be home, learning what he wanted to learn more about.
After much discussion and research and meeting with other homeschooling families, we decided to take the plunge and begin kindergarten at home. We would see how it would go. No firm time commitments were made. We would just see and test it out for one year. I remember the happiness on my son's face when we told him of our decision.
There was such excitement in my heart as we began our first day of learning at home. And familiarity. It was what we had been doing all along.
Is this a permanent commitment for us? We decide year by year.
Is this just for the time being? Perhaps.
Have we decided to homeschool every year? We will decide this on an annual basis.
The liberating thing about homeschooling is that it is up to you and your family to determine for how long, and for what grade levels you will homeschool. If we had decided to do this for only one year, it would’ve been wonderful. If it had only turned out to be for six months, that would have been a blessed time in which I truly got to know my children, and their learning style. It was, and is, win win for me.
We are a homeschooling family--it's right for us. And we decide year by year, whether we will be a homeschooling family in the year to come.
There is no perfect answer, no perfect environment, no black and white. We don't homeschool because we are pro anything or anti anything. To me, this lifestyle we’ve chosen has brought our family a deeper level of happiness,closeness, and knowledge of each other that I don't think we would have known otherwise. We began homeschooling in 2005, and we are still homeschooling in 2010. This works for us now and we will decide whether or not to continue as long as all of us feel happy and satisfied with the style of learning we’ve chosen.
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Being Perfect: Mom Renewal Project
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I proudly write for a wonderful site called The Mom Renewal Project. Stacey Weckstein is the amazing founder and editor of The Mom Renewal Project, and she runs her baby with such love and care for her readers. Stacey's Mission Statement is: - empowering moms to live their best lives body, mind, and spirit.
With every visit to The Mom Renewal Project, readers will find acceptance, encouragement, and inspiration that will renew their spirit and life.
I enjoy preparing posts for The Mom Renewal Project, and am so honored to be part of Stacey's mission "to renew women's spirits."
My monthly post is published there today, entitled "Do We Have To Be Perfect To Love Who We Are?"
I truly hope you'll visit -- I think you'll find yourself leaving as a subscriber.
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