Sharing the Love

April 26, 2007

Thanks to GoofyJ who has awarded me with the Thinking Blogger Award

Thinking Blogger Award

The official rules are as follows:

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote.

My nominations for 5 blogs that think are (in alphabetical order):

ABQ Mom:  I have so much to learn about parenting from her (that’s why I make sure I’m always one behind her in the kid count.)

Coletti Family:  This blog makes me think of lots of things.  It reminds me of when they were engaged and Paul and I were engaged and we were all traipsing around the Snow Building together.  Now that they’re sojourning a year in American Samoa their adventures make me reflect on my own adventures in Hawaii.  Plus, when Sean waxes philosophical on some randomness of the island, it just makes me laugh — I know exactly what he means but could never say it so eloquently.

FeatherySky:  Man does that girl have inner strength!  Her blogs really make me reexamine my perspective on things, and reevaluate my own relationship with my Saviour.

HazelBlackberry:  Truly one of the wittiest reads out there.  The beauty is, there’s usually substance, as well.  That’s a winning combination if ever there was one. 

Karma:  Although she’s blogging less now that she’s pregnant again, I love her perspective.  She is the most intuitive mother, it’s very inspirational.  (I love reading her blog, even though I have to sign in to MySpace to read it now that she’s gone private.)

 Happy reading!


FMH – in memorium

April 22, 2007

Once Great Grannie died, when I was six, Grandad was the only relative within visiting distance from us.  His house was only about a two hour drive from us, through the gorgeous Shuswap, and nestled in the woods.  We always picked wild strawberries between the car and his house even though we could see the one from the other, and with our lunch we usually had fresh carrots he had grown in his garden, the sweetest, tastiest carrots we’d ever eat.

His house was always immaculate and several degrees cold.  I loved his living room couches as they were apolstered with some sort of floral, short hair velvet.  I thought they were the most luxurious things in the world, despite the fact that nothing else in his house spoke of luxury, only … enough.  In one of the downstairs rooms, in the closet, he kept a couple of things from WWII.  I was always so fascinated with his helmet.  I rarely went into that room, and not without either Mum or Grandad, as the war was something about which he rarely spoke.  I revered that place as something still very tender to him.

He was very much his own made man.  All that he had was from his own labour and he seemed rather contented with his life.  I don’t remember ever seeing him emotional, neither cross, nor sad, nor exuberant.  He was a placid pool upon which we never made waves. 

I think the reason I dragged my feet in reading his autobiography was that I feared that finishing it would be akin to letting him die.  I’m still stuck in his early twenties, far enough along to get past the heartbreak of his childhood, but still years before he married Grannie or moved up north.  I have 76 years of his life yet to learn (hey, he beat Yeltsin by nearly 20 years.)  I guess now it’s time to finish his book, free of my hangup, now that it’s all I’ve got to teach my boys about their Great Grandfather.  After all, at his request there will be no service.

Brotherly Love

April 18, 2007

Little Red has been better than great as a big brother.  I’m worried already, three weeks post partum, that I’ve forgotten some of his golden events.

The second he walked in my hospital room he greeted us, “Hi Mummy!  Hi Brother!”  He didn’t wait for introductions or an adjustment period.  He wanted to hold his brother right away and told me a couple of times, “get better, Mummy.”

That night, after my husband put him to bed, he snuck back downstairs.  “Daddy,” he said, “Mummy’s not here.  I sleep in your bed.”

The next day, when Early Bird and I came home, he proudly sad in his car seat beside his new brother and proclaimed to us “Early Bird is holding my finger!”  They sat like that the whole way home.  At home, he presented EB with his favourite cars whenever EB cried.  “Here, EB, here’s Sheriff/Doc/Ramone.”  At one point he lay down on the floor beside EB and said, “Hi, Early Bird, I’m Little Red.”

Whenever he comes into the room and sees me but not Early Bird he asks, very concerned, “where’s Early Bird?!?” and he delightedly (albeit loudly) greets Early Bird with an enthusiastic “Early Bird!!!” whenever the baby is “found” (sleeping.)

There’s more, there’s so much more, and I hope I spend the rest of my life chronicling the love they have for each other.

The Pursuit of Happyness

April 18, 2007

I call that period of my life: 117 minutes of crying.

It was everything the critics had said, heartwarming and emotional, a good story with a good ending.  Because it was based on a real story, it was actually capable of dispersing hope. 

We plan on doing something bold, daring and risky this summer to turn our lives around, too.  We have hope that things will work out as a result of this.  At least we know that we have enough friends and family that if things got really scary we won’t have to sleep in a metro station washroom.


April 17, 2007

Virginia Tech hits pretty close to home.  It’s less than two hours from where we were.  All the professionals I knew were either Cavaliers (from UVA, and less common in our area) or Hokies (from VTech.)  Several of our friends at SVU that left when we did went on down to Virginia Tech for more school. 

Really, though, something of this magnitude hits everyone, whether they have connections specifically to the location or not.  These kinds of random attacks could be anywhere and anyone.

As soon as we learned that the worst attack happened Of course I got thinking about other attacks over the years.  In the US, anyway, it started with the Texas Tower Sniper, in 1966.  There’s the Montreal Massacre in 1989 and the Concordia massacre in 1992.  Yes there are others, but these came to mind first.  What is the common link between all of these events?  Well Whitman, the sniper in Texas, was an engineering student.  In both Canadian events the victims were engineering students, and the VTech event included the engineering building.

My husband and I both said, in amazement, as we watched the news last night, “what’s with engineers?”  If I was an alarmist I’d talk my brother out of his engineering studies next year, but I’m not.  Bad things can happen anywhere.  We just need to teach our children pro-social behaviours, and hug them extra tightly before we send them off into the world.  And we need to pray for all those who are in pain.

My Two Cents

April 16, 2007

In the past week I’ve had a hit nearly every day to my blog from someone typing “recovery from VBAC” into a search engine.  As this seems to be a pressing question for a lot of people let me clearly state my opinion.

I expected the delivery to be hard.  It was.  I didn’t know what to expect for the recovery, for the next several days I was not sure I had made the correct decision.  The recovery was really, really hard.

At the one-week benchmark I was much more mobile than I could have imagined after my c-section, and the pain was greatly diminished.

At the two-week benchmark I loaded my two year old in the stroller and my two week old in the sling and walked to the doctor’s office for Early Bird’s check up.  I felt powerful.  The only thing I didn’t like was waiting for the slow elevator, as standing still is difficult.

My experience: short-term pain is definitely worth the long-term strength. Do not allow yourself to be deceived: there will be pain with either recovery.

Just in Case You Were Wondering…

April 16, 2007

Prayer works.

As I look back over the first four months of this year I marvel at all the little things that have been answers to prayers.  I am amazed at how many events actually worked toward answering prayers we hadn’t asked at the time of the event, but that was one more step in the direction of the prayer being answered.

We’ve still got a lot of things on our prayer list, but while things have not yet reached resolution, we can definitely see progress and we are so grateful.