This Moment and 5 Minute Friday

This moment - a picture I want to treasure and remember from the week.

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Rest:
Hah! I snorted, literally snorted, as I read the word for 5 minute Friday. Rest?! What's that?! I don't remember the last time I truly rested but it must have been about 3 years ago. Then the word left my vocabulary never to return. But that's ok. Who needs it? I get down time. No I don't. Not really. I get bits and pieces here and there. I get a little R&R at times. But I grab them in quick pinches, a handful if I'm lucky. Rest does not come easy. The body is tired, the mind knows there's more to do. There might be quiet at night, even peace, but knowing that at any time a voice may cry "MAMA!!", there's no true rest. I can't relax fully. Given my choices, I wouldn't want to. Rest or the voice of an almost three year old more precious than anything? Rest or laundry to be done and cooking to do? Rest or living? I'm comfortable with my lack of rest these days. The ice cold shock of never getting a moment to oneself has worn off. I'm comfortable with the moments I do grab. I wonder if I ever will rest again. I picture old age and a rocking chair. But then, hopefully, there will be grandchildren to watch over. Nope, no rest.

 

 

This moment

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This Moment and Five Minute Friday (Ordinary)

Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.

Ordinary:
Oh I may feel it at times. Ordinary. Unoriginal. Boring. Dull. Repetitious. But I am and my life is anything but. I am extraordinary. My life is superlative. There may be ordinary things about it, who has or wants a life that is all fireworks 24/7 365 days a year? Even James Bond has to brush his teeth and shave. Take today for example, it could have been ordinary but instead it was full of adventure and excitement and dashes and wrong turns and getting lost and then found and coming home with our treasure. Along the way we saw trees in bloom and wildflowers. We counted trucks and wondered what was inside. Magical. Extraordinary. I take the laundry down from the line and feel the 70 degree heat on my face. 70 degrees! In MARCH! Extraordinary. I listen to the peeping of our new chicks and I'm thrilled. I read books with my son before nap and he is full of questions. Every day he changes, learns, shapes, explores. There are ordinary moments, but it is definitely an extraordinary life.


{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

 

This moment

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single (well supposed to be) photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

 

 

 

This Moment and Five Minute Friday

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Ah the heart glitter - we will be finding it till next Valentines Day

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Beloved
Beloved is to have a beloved and to be beloved. That warm, chocolate, pudding, floating mushy feeling. That fill you up and make you see the stars and the moon and the sun feeling. To love something so much it hurts. To feel your heart walk away when they walk away. To have arms wrapped around you and to wrap your arms around them. To hold something so precious you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Not money, not fame, not sanity, not a single thing. It's holding your baby and being held by your man or your mom. It's knowing deep down that you are the center of the Universe for that one person. It's looking at someone and knowing they're the center of yours. It's pillows and marshmallows and starlight and seeing the Milky Way for the first time. It's better than a wool blanket or down comforter on a cold night. It's smiling when you see their picture. To hold them close in your heart. It's all encompassing and amazing and it's loving and being loved and the world stops just for a moment. It's better than chocolate or champagne or fresh strawberries in chocolate and champagne. It's being loved.

This moment and a Bare five minute Friday

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{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.



The bare beginnings of wonderful meals - beef bone broth

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The word of the day is Bare:

Oh there has been a lot of bare around here this week. We are in the midst of potty training and so my favorite bare has been the tushy hanging out from under my son's shirt. Oh that bare tushy. Oh how I love it. It's been the easiest way to get him using the toilet and I since can't bare (hee) when he has accidents in his pants, letting him go bare bottom has been the perfect way to train.
I feel like I've slowly started baring myself on this blog, peeling the onion, revealing the good and the bad. The strong and the weak. Knowing that there are people out there has helped me to bare up. Has helped me to bare the burden of self revelation.
I mentioned the bare tushy right? I'm going to be sad when it's covered up. Sigh.
I've been cooking up a storm this week, going back to bare basics, fundamentals, the bare, bald joy in nourishing my family is marvelous. Plus it tastes really good.
And then there's that bare tushy.


Afraid

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{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

 

 

Climbing the ladder to the slide for the first time

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Afraid:

Oh afraid of so much. Not crippling all the time present afraid but afraid nonetheless. Afraid of dying too young, of dying too old. Of never realizing my full potential and of not ever knowing what my potential is. Of sending my son to school, of keeping him home. A deep rooted afraid of something happening to my son, illness, harm, anything that shouldn't happen. Afraid of not being able to stick to the life changes I want to happen, of continuously spending too much money, of not working out. Afraid of getting lost, of not getting lost when I need to. Afraid of losing my temper, afraid of yelling, again. Afraid of being too tired to do anything. Afraid my son will not ever sleep on his own. General fears make me afraid, the middle of the night ones are the worst. That's when my afraids go a little crazy and I start being afraid of bogeymen and fires and worse things. Those afraids I can keep down and a rational mind realizes they're unlikely but they linger still. Afraid my son will not be happy, afraid he won't feel encouraged and accepted, afraid he will be timid in school, afraid he will have trouble making friends. They're afraids I live with, not always present but there to make me appreciate what I have.

 

 

 



Again

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Beautiful Sunset Again

 



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Again......
As the dryer makes that sound again
As my son asks to do the beam again (and again)
As I scrub the toilets again
As I hang the laundry in the warm winter sun again
As I read Goodnight Train again
As I dust the house again
As I bake bread again
As I pay bills again
As I try to make kefir again
As I make a wonderful meal again
As I look forward to seeing my parents again
As we celebrate my father and husband's birthdays again
As I want to keep cutting out flowers with my new Big Shot again
As I look forward to doing art again
As I lose my temper again
As I love J pretending to be a kitty again
As I overhear his pretending games again
As he tries sitting on the potty again
As my chickens lay eggs again
As I look forward to Spring again
As my daffodils bloom again
As my son's laughter brings me joy again
As his tantrums drive me crazy again
As I'm learning new skills again
As I can't wait for him to wake up again
As his hugs and kisses mean more to me than anything again
As we watch another sunset again
As I remember to love my life again

Cherished

 

{this moment}

Cherished. The one who taught me the true, deep meaning of the word is in the above photo. My amazing, wonderful, incredible boy. The one who gave me the ability to understand that when my mom says to me that "you'll always be my baby", it's true. He will ALWAYS be my baby. No matter how old or how big he gets. When he has babies of his own, I will hold them and remember what it was like holding him as a baby, as a toddler, as a little boy, as a big boy, as a teenager, as an adult. My baby always.
People said that motherhood is having part of your heart outside your body and it's true. My heart has gone with him since the moment he was born. I cherish this little soul. This sweet, snuggly, at times exasperating, child. I have cherished many things about and in my life but he's the one who gave the word cherished capital letters.
He's beautiful and I hope he always realizes that he is cherished beyond measure and beyond words.

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