Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Our Backyard Chickens

We did it! We got backyard chickens in the suburbs.

Here's one of the chickies just coming down from a night in the roost part of the coop.
I've wanted to live the 'simple' life for a long time. I've wanted a piece of land covered in natural prairie grass as far as the eye can see. I've wanted neighbors; not the ones that complain I have a clothesline up in my yard, ones that I can just barely see the twinkling of their lights as I walk down the drive at night.

But it's not the time for us to move with me staying home with the kiddos. And I have finally surrendered myself to the realization that I don't know if it ever will be time to move to 'the country'. And in allowing myself not force my own desires on life and let it naturally unfold, I am finally at peace with that.

So I'm doing my best to create a simplistic, natural life within our 1/4 acre plot in the burbs. And one dream of mine came true this year- we got three chickens. Aptly named, by my 3 year old and her beloved Godfather, Mac-n-Cheese, Fluffy, and Stripey (though sometimes Stripey goes by Tiger, it depends on the day and the inner-workings of a 3 year old brain.)

Last night after a day working in our yard we enjoyed the simple wonder of sitting next to our three chickens in their new coop as they scratched and made noises that sound like the coos of dove. Pure simple bliss.

Simplicity is the only thing that can sufficiently reorient our lives so that possessions can be genuinely enjoyed without destroying us. -Richard J. Foster


Thursday, May 10, 2012

Mother's Day

I picked my kids up from my mom's tonight. She watched them while I went to a baby shower. As my mom bathed them I sat on the floor and talk to her in the steamy room. My 18 month old wandered around brushing her teeth with water until her PJs were soaked from watery drool. My 3.5 year old was so engrossed in washing her mini wonder-woman type dolls, the ones I had when I was a girl, that she can barely stand tipping her head back to allow my mom to wash her hair.

As my mom got up and complained of her knees, and I finished the washing, I flashed back to when it was me in the tub and she was kneeling next to me and the wonder-woman dolls. Her knees didn't hurt then and she had long blonde hair. Why does it feel as if nothing has changed, yet I am the mom kneeling next to my own daughter in the tub. Why do I still see her as my mom, the woman who knows it all, the woman who can cure anything and solve anything? Why do I call her when I don't know if I have to heat up my pre-cooked ham before I can eat it?

Because she always will be the woman who knows it all, and can cure anything, solve anything, and do anything to me. She is strength, wisdom, and love. If I can be but half.

If only this ugly duckling can grow into a swan.
thank you, Mom





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Friday, May 4, 2012

Inspirational words for today

Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.

Mother Teresa

As a mother your days are made up of many, many small things. We forget that all those small things add up to something big, something massive, something strong... a family. So put the pjs back in the drawer, cook up a pasta for dinner, and stay strong when your children test you. It is in the many, many small strengths you have, the strength to respect your child in your consequence as they disrespect you, the strength to cook a healthy dinner through your fatigue for your family to sit around the table with, the strength to teach your children to wait for each other and bless their food before they eat, the strength to stop working and cleaning so you can give your time to read to your child. 
These small things add up to one large strength, that of a mother's love.