I love my boys. Really I do. Like I said in my post about brothers, they really can be so sweet and melt my  heart more than harden it.

The other day, they even painted together….

It was nice. Today, however, has not been one of those  nice, sweet days. It’s been quite the opposite. The baby has had an unexplainable fever since Tuesday night and has gotten crankier and crankier. Even though his fever broke today, he’s been the grumpiest grump pump ever. (think crying and moving around all night, and then crying on and off again without much reprieve all day). I even gave him a cookie…which gave me and him about .35 seconds of bliss.

Thank God, there have been several small “thank you, God!” moments, like the random summer day in the middle of winter (just before miserable February).

Though even going outside only offered us a few minutes here and there of happy for the baby. I think God sent it mostly for the four year old.

Older brother was actually doing pretty good considering his little brother’s ploy to slowly turn his mother inside out. Alas, just before he was going to get rescued from the loony bin to go see other animals in their caged man-made habitats, he gave into the temptations of the backyard despite his mother’s explicit directions to “STAY INSIDE WHILE I PUT YOUR BROTHER TO SLEEP OR YOU CANNOT GO TO THE ZOO”. Maybe he just didn’t want to go…

Good thing they are so innocent…for now…

p.s. the baby just woke up…5 minutes after I finally got him down. SIGH.


Have I ever told  you how much I LOVE Cucumber Sandwiches?

Well I do.

And apparently so does the baby.


One last goodie from the Visitation chapter from Mary and Me: Catholic Women Reflect on the Mother of God:

“…the Visitation story is a beautiful example of what it means to live an active faith. It reminds us that we’re all called to reach out to others, to be present in their struggles and joys.”

“The Visitation proves that even the most difficult journey is worth it, for in each other’s embrace we’re more than the sum of our parts; we are a community, the very core of the Christian faith.”


The next chapter in Mary and Me: Catholic Women Reflect on the Mother of God, is “Visitation: The Journey Into Community”.

“…Mary set out and went with haste to a Jedean town in the hill country, where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and exclaimed with a loud cry, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb. And why has this happened to me, that the mother of my Lord comes to me?”

“Many artistic depictions of the Visitation focus on the same moment: Mary and Elizabeth standing at the threshold of the house, greeting each other with an embrace. Familial bonds, mutual affection, a shared past, present and future – all are expressed through these two women and their open arms. It’s a rare glimpse into the network of Mary’s extended family, revealing the depth of her love for her cousin. On a larger level, this embrace symbolizes more than jsut a blood relationship. It represents an openness to community and a willingness to be preent to those in need.”

From a woman reflecting on women working with each other and doing the “Mary and Elizabeth thing”:

“I think there’s a magic in women coming together, in which theyh can really touch one another at a deeply meaningful core, and bring ou the best in one another…Such personal support…is crucial to helping others transform their lives. ‘In the depths of your heart, you can achieve what you want to get, but we can’t do it bo yourselves – itn’s not solitary. We can be mary to Elizabeth, or we can be Elizabeth embracing Mary, either one-but it’s in that moment that we enable one another to stay the course, to do the hard thing, to do what we know needs doing.’ She goes on to say that “Human beings can touch the heart of one another but they have to give up something of themselves to do that. They have to take a risk sometimes to challenge the other, or to disappoint the other in some way. It’s in those moment that I think God is within us.”

This makes me immediately think of pregnancy and birth and raising young children together with other like-minded momma friends doing teh same thing.

What does it make you think of?


My husband recently brought home his annual work performance review. He works with a fantastic company that has an incredible business philosophy. Everyone who works there is expected to perform and do their job to the best of their abilities and are reviewed according to these guiding principles: Integrity, Compliance, Value Creation, Principled Entrepreneurship, Customer Focus, Knowledge, Change, Humility, Respect and Fulfillment.

The review goes through how my husband performed in all these areas and lists his strengths and areas for improvement (weaknesses) and gives examples of each. This helps him know how he is doing and if he is meeting expectations, below expectations, or exceeding expectations.

Every year I am so proud that he is my husband and am honored to be the wife of a man who works hard and does his best and is continually looking for ways to improve. I have to admit though, that I also am a little envious whenever he brings his reviews home.

I’m a simple stay-at-home mom. Sure I have a few little ‘jobs’ here and there but nothing full time or long term like his. My motherhood and job as a ‘homemaker’ is my career and my life. I don’t have a ‘boss’ and I therefore I don’t get reviewed. This is mostly good since I don’t take criticism very well.

But some days, I wonder, if I were to have a review of my performance as a mother and wife and homemaker, what would be said of me? What would my strengths and weaknesses be? Would I be meeting expectations, exceeding them? Or maybe not even coming close? And whose expectations would they be meeting or not meeting? Maybe it would be good to know how I can improve.

There’s no one around to congratulate me when I change a particularly stinky messy diaper without getting poop or pee on me, the baby, or anything or anyone else nearby. When I tackle a home improvement job or new recipe with success, there’s no one giving me a bonus or congratulatory plaque. I don’t get pay raises with each new child or when entering into a new stage of motherhood (going from 1 to 2 or 2 to 3 or from baby to toddler to preschooler to school-aged to…)

As I was thinking about all this, I’ve also been thinking about blogs and facebook and the time I spend on them and why stay-at-home moms tend to dominate the social networking world.

I came across this article, Choosing Obscurity in a Facebook World and it hit the nail of my thoughts squarely on the head.

“Much of the need to communicate incessantly stems from isolation in our very busy world. A need for recognition.  A need to feel that someone cares about what we are doing and accomplishing.” (emphasis mine)

I think a lot of moms, especially those who are at home more than not feel like “If I’m not getting a raise or bonus each time I accomplish something at home, then I should at least get to share it with others who are ‘in the ringer’ with me right?” Facebook, mommy forums, etc can be great outlets for mothers and women in the home. It’s a great place to go and receive praise and acknowlegment and recognition for the great and simple things we do.

It’s a tricky thing though, online socializing. Praise and encouragement is just a mouse-click away.During the middle of the day, I can turn my computer on and step into a whole new world, leaving my children and to-do list back at home for a little bit.  

“We live in an age of Twitter and blogs, Facebook and texting. Constantly connecting.  Always available.  Telling all.  No experience is complete unless it has been tweeted or put up on a “wall”, blogged or texted.”

The problem though, is that the recognition and praise and social interaction with other adults we get online is real…and also not real at the same time. And therefore, not quite satisfying. We yearn for something more.

“Yet in our desire for connection — we are missing out on really living. On savoring. On hiding the important things in our heart.  We forget to reflect. We miss out on real relationships because of the illusion given by the digital ones.  We are stressed from being “reachable” at all times.”

In the workplace, people work hard to contribute but also to receive proper compensation for their hard work. Mothers and women at home work hard also. But we don’t feed our kids to receive ‘best cook’ awards and we don’t wipe their dirty bottoms and pick up all their toys because someone is going to give us a raise, or more vacation time or even just a high five. We do it because it’s who we are.

It’s good to share our lives with others, to support one another and cheer each other on. But, like the above article points out, we have to make sure that in our desire for recognition and support, we are not neglecting real life. And that we “never ever be so “connected” online that I am disconnected from God and omit to do the work He has called me to do.” And ultimately, no matter what anyone thinks of us, God is the one we should seek to impress and  work hard to meet His expectations of ourselves. He is the ‘boss’ who we’ll receive the final review from.


Simplemama’s

1. Brrr!

2. Snot, here, there. Everywhere. Snot.

3. Time < Things to do.

It’s good to do a reality check in our ‘perfect’ lives. Get the code for the picture here and link back here if you want to join Whiney Wednesday in your blog. Then leave a comment here (even if you don’t have a blog) or on the Erika Marie/simplemama facebook page if that’s easier.


We had this one morning last week before school:

Cut-up cantaloupe

Cottage cheese (or yogurt if that makes you gag)

Sliced Bananas

Pecan pieces

Raw Honey

Banana Bread with butter or jam

YUM


More to share from Mary and Me: Catholic Women Reflect on the Mother of God

God speaks many languages in order to connect with his people and often uses Mary as the language to bring us back to him if we’ve gone astray. In one story of ‘coming home’ in the book, one woman shared how Mary helped bring her back to her faith with her womanly touch and comfort. 

She “couldn’t go to Christ directly. It was too intimidating to start there…He’s teacher, master, and judge. Mary is only comfort. Mary is only love-and a beautiful way to get to her son, maybe especially for women.”

And I really like her reflection on how her relationship with Mary shifted since coming back to the Church. “I do feel like as the years unfold, she gets quieter and Christ’s voice gets louder inside of me, which is of course the point. But she’s still there, and my prayers are more often ones of gratitude toward her.” (emphasis mine)

A simple prayer;

Mary,

As a woman,

help me understand,

help me see,

 because I don’t see-

but I’m open to anything you have to say.”



I love the beginning of the month. When the fridge is well-stocked and full of all sorts of good, healthy, food ready to fill our bodies with good health also.  We pretty much have the whole food pyramid squeezed into our rectangular fridge. Except ours looks more like this with less breaded items and more focus on good fats (yes there is such a thing).

The beginning of the month is a happy place of good intentions. I even took the time to wash my broccoli bunch, cut it up, and divide it into snack-size bags ready for to throw into lunches or grab for a quick and healthy snack-on-the run. Now if only there was such a thing as a ‘healthy’ Ranch dip to make them slide down our esophagus a little easier. I also bought a bag of carrot chips and 2 cantaloupes (on sale now at Dillons and Aldi’s!) and did the same with those. 

                               

I wish I could stay in this happy good-intentions part of the month forever. But, the food will get eaten and the fridge will go back to being a desert-land with occasional oases of half-eaten good-intentions and leftover grand plans. Everyone will start to get crankier again because our food supply is not at full capacity anymore and we’ll learn to run on whatever we can find until the next month’s beginning-of-the-month big grocery trip and cooking days.

I feel like life is a lot like this. I start out so many of my days with such great intentions and plans. Then throughout the day, or the week, I slowly start to dwindle. My spiritual life is the same. During Mass, well more like during the brief 15 minutes of Jesus-and-me time after Communion, I feel great. I’m on fire and ready for anything. Or after I receive the Grace and Mercy that comes from the Sacrament of Reconciliation, I’m clean and brand new again and ready to go out and ‘sin no more’.

However, it seems the minute I open the church doors and head back out into the real world, I am blasted by a gust of temptations and near-occasions of sin all over again.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could just stay in a permanent state of grace and be sin-free forever?

It would be. And that is the HOPE that we must cling to and yearn for. It is the HOPE of Heaven; ever-lasting peace and goodness, that we must constantly be moving TOWARDS.

In the meantime, I am thankful for the little  bite-size pieces of God’s grace that he stores away for me in tiny snack-size packages through the Sacraments. Baptism washed me from my original stain of sin and filled my soul with everything I needed like my full fridge. The Eucharist and Reconciliation are my snack-size graces that sustain me and keep me going even when the fridge is dwindling. My Confirmation filled my fridge with new gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit so I could be responsible for my faith and choose to live with Him in everything I do. Marriage is the Sacrament that began 8 years ago and is constantly providing me opportunities of humility and grace. Some days it fills my fridge with milk and honey and other days it’s more like sour cream. Maybe my fridge will be blessed one day if one of my sons brings home a special bottle of wine; the Sacrament of Holy Orders.  And one of these days, my fridge will be so empty and I will be so sick that I will need the graces of the Anointing of the Sick to heal me and prepare me for WHO lies ahead.


For the past few years, I’ve subscribed to the Magnificat for daily prayers, readings and mediation. I loved the idea of sitting down every morning, afternoon, and evening to say morning, afternoon, and nighttime prayers and actually keep up with the daily mass readings. And maybe even read an inspiring mediation to give me a fresh perspective for each day.

But, since I am slightly obsessive and stuck on doing all or none, the Magnificat has caused me more anxiety than spiritual relief on more than one occasion. If I didn’t get to do the morning prayer, then I gave up on the whole day. It’s ridiculous I know, but that’s just how my brain works sometimes. It’s also why I have a hard time starting a Rosary when I’m not sure if I’ll be able to finish it.

So, this year I decided to let go of my subscription and go for something simpler. A while back, I signed up for a book give-away and actually won one! And so for a few months now, Ginny Kubitz Moyer’s Mary and Me: Catholic Women Reflect on the Mother of God
has sat quietly waiting for me in my bookshelf.

With the excitement of Christmas and the New Year to stir up my soul and resolve for simple yet meaningful daily spiritual renewal, I finally picked up the book.

So far, it’s wonderful. And from time to time, I’ll share some of the simple ways it tugs at my soul.

Yesterday night and this morning I’ve been reading about Ginny and other women’s reflections on the Annunciation.

“It’s clear from my interviews that even though the Annunciation took place two thousand years ago, these women can imagine it as vividly as if it happened yesterday…In a way, it’s not surprising, for the Annunciation is far more than just one girl’s story; it’s an encounter that has the power to speak to all women everywhere.”

And this is what will (hopefully) stick with me today: 

“Through Mary’s response, we’re reminded that some truly amazing things can happen when we let faith overcome our fear.”

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