But there have been so many good things. Even though she's "sick", E seems to feel normal and is her chipper self between bouts of vomit, and she's even learned to throw up right into her little toilet. (So sad.) She is potty training, entirely by her own direction, and doing a great job. Even though it's been cold, the sun has been shining. And for everything we've gone through as a family, we're able to laugh and be in the moment because we all recognize how much it heals us. There have been times this week that I needed to use my relaxation techniques to keep from panicking, and I am so thankful to have them.
I've been reading some great stuff on the web, too.
I love this post called I Was a Bad Mama Today. It very authentically takes the reader through the emotional roller-coaster of being a parent who cares. As Megan Nathanson said in this post about a tough day, "Although I do not wish to invite more experiences like this one, I do see that if we as mothers never failed, our children would never have the opportunity to learn about apology and forgiveness."
I've been using activated charcoal to whiten my teeth and it's working!
The next time I can't think of anything for dinner, I'm going to try this egg drop soup. Maybe we'll have these bananas for dessert.
My sweet friend and neighbor Karrey wrote about her pumping routine on her blog and gave a shoutout to my lactation cookies. Thanks, Karrey! Yay, boobs!
Lastly, do you read the Writer's Almanac? I read it most days, but sometimes skip it. My husband sent this one to me and called it funny but a bit sad. I saw what he was saying, but I honestly find the poem to be hopeful. It's easy to find sadness and disappointment in finding that our expectations don't meet our reality, but true self reflection can lead to growth. I'm trying to be more honest with myself, and that means sometimes seeing myself as I truly am, not as I want to be. This poem is good for this time in my life, and for this time of year.
The Sometime Sportsman Greets the Spring
By John Updike
When winter's glaze is lifted from the greens,
And cups are freshly cut, and birdies sing,
Triumphantly the stifled golfer preens
In cleats and slacks once more, and checks his swing.
This year, he vows, his head will steady be,
His weight-shift smooth, his grip and stance ideal;
And so they are, until upon the tee
Befall the old contortions of the real.
So, too, the tennis-player, torpid from
Hibernal months of television sports,
Perfects his serve and feels his knees become
Sheer muscle in their unaccustomed shorts.
Right arm relaxed, the left controls the toss,
Which shall be high, so that the racket face
Shall at a certain angle sweep across
The floated sphere with gutty strings--an ace!
The mind's eye sees it all until upon
The courts of life the faulty way we played
In other summers rolls back with the sun.
Hope springs eternally, but spring hopes fade.
It's Simple Lives Thursday. Won't you have a look around?
Please link up and check out the featured posts and the host blogs!
1. Vinegar Uses for the Garden by Jo's Health Corner. "I think one of the best things to have at home is vinegar since it has so many uses."
2. And the breakfast award goes to... by The Distracted Housewife. "Pear Crisp. Yes, for breakfast."
3. A Housekeeping Plan in 1907 by The Farmer's Wife Quilt. "The routine, which can easily be followed by the average housekeeper, will result in a well kept, orderly home, and leave the afternoons free for sewing, mending, shopping, visiting, reading and resting. The care of little children will, however, often overturn all plans, and the housewife must then just do the best she can."