Dear World News Now

Oh, how I've missed you. We had three brief affairs...the first lasting 10 weeks, the second 8, the third only 6 fleeting weeks. I loved your company but hated the fact that we spent so much time together. Ours was a love that could never last...

I would wake to a crying baby and there you were, keeping me awake and entertained as I nursed each of my three children. You made me laugh, you made me cry...sometimes you made it difficult for me to go back to sleep as you drew me into celebrity gossip or some bizarre story. And when you would actually have breaking news in the middle of the night, you made me feel as if you were trusting me with an exceptional secret. It would somehow validate my life in the endless continuum of nursing, dirty diapers, greasy hair and sweats covered in spit-up and other mystery stains.

You were so considerate to transition from World News Now to America This Morning subtly throughout the night as it provided a reference point as to how late (or early) I was awoken. It would help me determine if it was worth trying to get back to sleep after each feeding. And as feedings grew fewer and further between, I would start to miss you.

And then the inevitable would come. I would awake at dawn in a panic because there had been no crying at night and my local news anchors would be there to greet me instead of you. Melancholy would set in as I would know that our relationship was coming to an end. I would miss you dearly...but not as much as a full night's sleep.

But this week, we've had an unexpected rendezvous as my 18 month old was up with a fever for several hours several nights in a row. I sat in the same spot where I first fell in love with you, comforting my daughter and rocking her to sleep. And there you were comforting me, keeping me company during the wee hours of the morning. I fondly reminisced about the "old times" we had together.

I have missed you dearly, old friend. We had a great run. I know we will meet again someday...fever, flu, or insomnia will draw us together. I will smile at the memories we've shared and I will wish you the best, but I will not allow our relationship to continue. I love you but I love sleep more. So for now (and hopefully for a long, long time), I say goodbye.

The Circle of Life

I vividly remember the first time I ran over an animal. It was about a week after I got married and came to live on the farm. I was backing out of our garage to get the quad out. I hadn't even felt a thing but when I walked back into our garage Duke, our young cat, was writhing on the ground. Now, I would not call myself an animal lover by any means, but Duke was an orphan kitten we felt sorry for and ended up taking in.

Although I'm not an animal lover, I am not heartless. I felt overwhelming grief for this poor little creature and even more guilt for being the one who caused his death. He died quickly (Thank God!) and I immediately called my husband sobbing. "I killed Duke!" I choked out.

"Accidents like that happen on the farm. You're going to have to get used to it."

I was so angry at my husband for being so blase and heartless about it. When he got home from work I was still upset with him. He was a little astonished I was taking it so hard since Duke and I were friendly at best. His comment was, "I know you're upset you ran over him but he could have died another way like by climbing up into the engine of the skid loader or something." WHAT?!?! That happens?!?!

A couple of weeks later, a friend hit our puppy when pulling into the driveway. Our friend felt terrible and I was irrational. "How are we ever going to be able to have children and keep them alive if we can't even keep animals alive around here?!?!" My husband's response, "Umm, first that's crazy. And second, this is a farm. Things are born. Things die. It's the circle of life."

It took me a few years to understand his attitude. And I don't think you ever really understand it unless you live on a farm for a while. Loss of life is common on the farm, especially a farm devoted to breeding and birthing cows and sheep. I still grieve when a ewe loses a lamb after a rough night in rough weather or a litter of kittens doesn't survive the sometimes harsh realities of the farm. But you come to expect this will happen at times.

And on the other hand, raising animals allows you to experience the miracle of life. It truly is a remarkable experience to watch an animal being born on the farm. From the first glimpse of hooves, to watching the mom lick her new calf, to that calf taking its first steps, you cannot help but be humbled by the marvel of a new being coming into the world.

Snuggling up with one of the babies
born on the farm.

Even more amazing is when you have a hand in delivering a baby. When my husband and I were dating (and I was stilling trying to prove I might make a good farmwife) I donned a plastic glove up to my armpit. My husband instructed me step by step as I reached in, found some lamb hooves and helped pull a new life into the world. It's difficult to describe that giddy feeling you have at being a part of something so incredible.

I have been able to witness many births on the farm and feel fortunate my children have been able to have that experience as well. Watching a cow give birth prompted lots of questions from our children. How did the baby get in there? Do all animals have babies that way? Is that how you're going to have your baby, Mommy? Hmmm...let me think of how to answer that in an appropriate way for a 4-year-old.

My son's first time out
watching a calf being born.

Some of their questions were a little unexpected but living on the farm has actually given us a great way to have discussions about life, death, and everything in between. Subjects that aren't always the most comfortable to talk about can be discussed in a more matter of fact manner when you have real life subjects to use as comparisons.

And although it's not necessarily easy for our children to lose a beloved barn cat or a favorite spring lamb, they seem to understand and can come to terms with the fact that every animal has it's time to live, no matter how short or long that time is. I'm hoping the unique experience of living on a farm gives my children an exceptional and healthy perspective on life and death. I hope their experiences of losing animals will help them in some small way deal with the loss of a loved one when the time comes. And I hope they will realize what a wonderful gift it is to live on a farm where they get to experience the miracle of life all the time.

Exerting Some Independence

Strapped into her stroller...
where she should be!

I made a grave mistake last night. I let my 18 month old get out of the cart. I didn't want to do it but it became a safety issue really. Really, I swear! Even though she was strapped into the front seat, she somehow wiggled until her legs were out of the holes and she was on her knees facing the back of the cart. I had tried several times to get her back into the proper position but was met by screaming and wrestling and me sweating.

Hmmm...do I continue through Target with a screaming toddler or do I let her out and chase her all over the store? Neither option sounded very appealing but I had had enough acoustic raucous yesterday to last me for a year. I just wanted her to stop screaming.

So our adventure began. Initially she did very well following along. Then she got brave and decided to venture a ways from the cart. A couple of times I had to chase her down the aisle. All the time my older two kids are yelling her name to get her to come back.

And I'm pulling out all the stops to keep her within a 2-foot radius of the cart while I'm trying to make sure we are getting all groceries on the list in the most efficient way so we cover the least amount of area as possible.

"Why don't you help Mommy push the cart?" That lasted about 2 seconds before a baby in another cart caught her eye and she started following them.

Exerting her independence at the
Children's Museum.

"Here, put this in the cart for Mommy." Good idea but she was physically incapable of lifting most of what we needed and was not tall enough to get it over the edge of the cart. When her older sister would try to help she'd scream, "No!" and turn away from her.

"Do you want a ride?" That just elicited a shake of her head and little feet darting away.

I apologize to the other customers who experienced our madness last night. Some were amused by the little girl in the pink tutu marching (yes, she was literally marching around like she owned the place) through the store. We got a few comments such as "How cute!" and "She's adorable!" which were very nice...if they only knew how ornery she could be. And it was so sweet to watch her an elderly man keep stride for about 15 feet while she peered up at him and he smile down at her.

Others, I'm sure, were completely annoyed by us...by my children and me calling every few feet for her to come back, by an 18 month old darting out from aisles and almost getting hit by their carts, by us taking up whole aisles because an 18 month old doesn't really understand the right side rule. (But then again, most adults don't seem to know how to stay on the right side at the store either.) I'd hurriedly grab her and apologize all the while thinking to myself, we've got to foster her independence at some point, right? I know she may have been a bit of an inconvenience to others but she's learning some vital skills. She's learning some boundaries like how far she can get from Mommy in a big space before Mommy freaks out and grabs her. She's learning how to follow directions and then choosing which ones she actually wants to follow. She's learning how to follow a leader and then deciding that sometimes it's just better to be the leader.

My baby girl who is growing up
way too fast!

Well, I did get myself into that mess. It was not necessarily the most enjoyable shopping trip I've ever had and we could have been out of the store at least 20 minutes sooner if she would have just stayed in her seat but it was kind of fun (maybe fun's not the best word...interesting?) to see how her little personality expressed itself during our shopping trip.

Really it was just another reminder of how quickly she's growing up. She's saying new words, doing new tricks, and exerting her independence even more every day. Someday she'll walk through the whole store herself and I won't once have to tell her to come back and stay close. And I will think back to that crazy, first night she walked around Target on her own and miss it dearly.

V-Day Fail

Well kids...sorry but you will probably be disappointed in the morning. No special breakfast on Valentine's Day. No traditional cinnamon rolls and orange juice hearts served on heart-shaped plates. No Valentine's cards set out by your breakfast plate for you to open first thing in the morning.

It's not that Mommy doesn't love you. I hope you understand that although Mommy tries to do these special things for you on these special days, sometimes Mommy makes mistakes, forgets things, or is just plain overwhelmed by everything that needs to get done.

The way we typically start our morning
on Valentine's Day. Oh well, maybe
next year :(

I hope you understand that instead of thinking of cinnamon rolls and orange juice I was thinking of how we needed to finish your classmates' Valentine's cards. I was desperately trying to remember I needed to get juice boxes for your class party. I hope you know that when I was hurriedly dumping necessities in my grocery cart like milk and bread I was thinking of you...I was thinking of how I missed you all day and was rushing through the grocery store so I could get home to see you before bed. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking about our Valentine's morning tradition.

I hope you understand that Mommy is far from perfect and that I make mistakes and that it doesn't mean that I love you any less.

Okay, so I'm being a little melodramatic and the fact is my children probably won't even remember that they get cinnamon rolls every Valentine's day for breakfast. Our morning will probably be a typical morning, rushing around to try to get out the door to work and school on time. But that doesn't mean I don't feel bad I forgot about our tradition. I feel even worse that I won't have a special Valentine ready for them as soon as they wake up. I feel bad they won't be going to school and daycare feeling extra special on a special day.

But then again, I try to make them feel special every day. I try to make sure they know how much I love them...even when we're having a rough day. I hope they know that although Valentine's Day is special and fun it is not the only time we should tell and show our family and friends how much they mean to us. It's something we should try to do as often as we can. I hope they know I love them every day.

So tomorrow will not be the best Valentine morning ever but maybe I can write some special notes to stick in their pockets and we can have cinnamon rolls for supper instead.

Please Excuse This Mess

A good friend called me Friday evening to ask for an impromptu adult play date. Knowing that both of us just wanted to sit in our sweats and chat, I invited her over but felt compelled to say, "Just to warn you, my house is a mess." Her reply, which I very much appreciated, was, "Aren't we a bit beyond that?"

One of the reasons we have
a messy house...and dirty
kitchen floors!

A huge wave of relief washed over me. There was no pressure to get all of the groceries put away, all mail removed from kitchen countertops, floors swept (or better yet, scrubbed), toys thrown into toy room, and all doors shut around the house so she couldn't see the evidence behind them of how we lived our daily lives. I knew she was going to see our house how it was on a typical day in our life and she wasn't going to judge me because let's face it, her house probably looks the same on a daily basis.

Why do we have such pressure to have a perfect house when people come over? I am mortified when people just stop by and see our messy entryway, which happens to be our kitchen, with shoes and coats strewn all over the floor, dishes piled up in the sink and leftover breakfast bowls on the kitchen table. For me, it feels as if their first thought is, "Whoa! Can't she get it together?"

How our living room typically looks.
They love making "nests" with all
blankies, pillows and stuffed animals.

The truth is, I can't. I cannot work full-time, raise three kids, cook, clean, and do laundry in the amount of time I'm given. I cannot keep a balance in our home where our house looks decent, laundry is caught up, homework is done, and I am prepared for the next day at work. And more importantly, I cannot spend the amount of time I would like doing fun things with my kids.

Things have gotten a little better as the kids have gotten older and are able to be responsible for some things around the house but let's be honest, sometimes it's more work getting them to "clean." I feel like I become that nagging mom whom her children rolls their eyes at. It's when I turn into a stark raving lunatic that they finally take me seriously and help out a BIT more. And I hate it. I hate harping on them to clean up all the time when all I really want to do is just hang out with them and enjoy them at this age.

So that's what we did yesterday. Instead of worrying about the house we worried about doing fun stuff together. And we had a great time. I'm pretty sure I didn't yell at them the whole day and we did things that we wouldn't normally do. I really enjoyed my time hanging out with them instead of worrying about the Kix that were spilled all over the living room floor or the five loads of laundry waiting to be folded.

One of our fun activities yesterday...
homemade volcano!

And after our special time together the kids were much more willing to help around the house. I washed, Will rinsed and Liv dried dishes until they were all done. Will picked up his room (with a little of my help) and Liv did her homework without me nagging her to get it done. Maybe instead of focusing on a clean house and impressing everyone else we need to get our priorities straight and enjoy our time with our kids.

So if you come to my house and it's a disaster, please excuse my mess. I was probably playing with my kids.

One at a Time

I got to spend some unexpected one-on-one time with my buddy Willis McGillis tonight. Although I enjoy spending time with all of my kids together, there is just something so special about getting to spend time with each one individually, even if it is just during a trip to Target. Nothing special, I suppose...just a weekly trip to get groceries and the odds and ends we needed at home. But for one little boy I think it was something extra special.

It was special because during our car ride into Cedar Rapids he could talk to me about whatever he wanted to without being interrupted by a toddler crying or an older sister arguing with him about insignificant details in his story. He got to talk to Mommy about the best presents he got and which ones he was going to play with and whom of his friends might like playing with them too. There was no competition of who had the more important thing to say or who could be the loudest while saying it.

It was special because at the store he got to sit in the front of the cart, and then in the back of the cart, and then got to hang off the back like a garbage man and pretend he was putting garbage into the garbage truck. He didn't have to fight over positions with sisters and be told "no" because baby sis "needs that spot." He even got to push the cart for a little bit which was an extra special treat. (I know that doesn't seem so special but it's the small things.)

It was special because he got to load and unload the groceries without having to bicker with big sister about who got to pick up which food, etc., etc. It was special because he got to swipe my card which no one EVER gets to do. It was special because we got to putz around loading groceries into the car instead of me wrangling them into car seats first so I can make sure no one gets stolen or ran over in the parking lot. And it was super special because he got a treat at the drive-thru after our trip was completed.

It was special because for about 2 hours, he got Mommy's undivided attention and since he was alone and there was no arguing and only 1 kid who was doing an outstanding job following directions, he had a mommy who was calm, collected, and even a bit silly. I'd like to spend time with that mommy too!

Willis McGillis showing off his
silly personality that we love so much!

It's nights like these I love. I love being able to really focus on one child at a time so they can feel special and maybe like they are the center of the universe for even a brief amount of time. I love to see each of my children's personalities when they are not competing for my attention and are just enjoying hanging out with their mom.

Nights like these also make me a bit sad. It makes me feel a little sad that I'm not able to do this more often with each of my children. It makes me sad they are growing up so fast and that at some point a trip to Target with mom won't seem so special any more. And it makes me sad, and maybe even a little ashamed that I really am only completely relaxed and, yes, even a bit silly, when I have one child versus three children at the grocery store with me. I would like to think that I typically handle shopping with three kids alright but I do know I feel a lot more exhausted and may lose my temper a bit more after a trip with all three then I did after tonight. 

I hope my kids enjoy spending time with me AND their siblings but I'll take as many of these nights as I can get. Hopefully I can find little opportunities like these more often to share with each of my kids because it was pretty special...especially for me. 

Can't We All Just Get Along?

After reading some posts on Facebook and blogs by other people lately I've been feeling pretty crummy. It's not necessarily what people are posting. People post things for a variety of reasons...to vent, to inform, to express an opinion, to connect with people. I get it. I obviously do these things too. What has really been bothering me is how people respond to posts/blogs. I understand there are people who write things to purposely stir the pot a bit but some people's responses are rude, disrespectful and just plain mean. When I read these things it makes me feel like we have all lost our sense of decency.

This is nothing new, I suppose. For as long as people have lived there most likely have been haters. It just seems so much worse because with social media it's all in your face, all the time. It makes people more willing to say things to others they wouldn't say to their face...except they slap an "LOL" on the end which should make it seem okay. Didn't your mother ever teach you, "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say it at all?"

I know this isn't a new, earth shattering idea. It's just been bothering me a lot lately. I know I could log off, not read it, and not deal with it but that doesn't mean it has stopped happening.

I'm not blaming social media. Social media is great for sharing with friends and family, connecting with people around the world who have similar experiences, and for me, it's been a nice place for me to indulge in writing again. Social media is a mindless tool we use to communicate. Social media is not to blame. People are. We are using and abusing it to bring others down.

I'm all for people debating and learning from one another but I feel like we have all forgotten how to do this civilly. We are all turning into big bullies. How are we supposed to teach our children to be caring and respectful when as adults we are using social media to bully each other just as much? Some of the things I read completely floor me. Not only are people bullying others who post things but others who comment on posts. I read comments that go back and forth until they are so off topic from the original post I think people just want to start a fight. They want to feel like they're right and powerful I guess.

Instead, why can't we use our words in social media, and in life in general, to lift each other up? To show we care about each other? To relate to each other and provide guidance and support? Some people are probably rolling their eyes right now and saying that's not how it works in the real world. In the real world you have to deal with criticism and disappointments. I get it. But why can't we do better?

I can do better. I know I've been guilty of reading posts and rolling my eyes or making comments to my husband. And there are probably times my children have heard me say something I wish I could take back. I'm not perfect but I will try to be better. I will honestly try to provide uplifting words instead of criticizing someone for their point of view. I will try to take on another's perspective before I rush to judge. I will try to be a good example to my children of someone who can be positive and respectful of someone even if I do disagree with them.

Can we end this cycle of hate and bullying? Can't we all just get along?