Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Mama Drama

Confessions of a Mama Drama Queen!

Is it really Christmas, already? I'm not nearly ready for it to be here. Didn't I just put up and then take away all the decorations?

Ten bins of Christmas stuff... This year only 2 were used. Guilt, guilt and more guilt, for not decorating each room they way I have in previous years and only putting up the one main tree.

The girls looked at me like I was crazy when I said I was done decorating after choosing to only decorate the family room. Reality is, I am TIRED! The more I put up, the more I have to take down, in what feels like the next day.

I'll see about next year...

Friday, December 3, 2010

I, Time Keeper

As each hand in the clock moves, round and round, the same way each hour, time passes. This is the clock’s repetitive and mechanical job and our routine to keep watch. There is a mechanism within that allows it to tell us, to remind us that time is pushing on, moving forward, never stopping. Though the clock resets itself at midnight continuing to repeat its pattern, we move forward. No repeating, no going back.

Moments turn to memories, and memories are held tight, to ensure they become captured, embraced by my full soul, not taken for granted or brushed away, not wanting them to be forgotten.

I seem to be a hostage of time and all its value. I am held in moments, while the days, months, and years slip through my grasp as easily as the sand run through an hour glass.

As a child, time seemed to stand still. I see that in my girls. The sense of urgency or rushing does not exist, not until adulthood sets in. I remember when summer seemed as if it lasted an eternity. Vacations felt like an endless adventure. Now, it feels as if minutes turn to hours, days turn to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. Memories and moments all created and all happening faster than I can wrap my head around.

Comparable to a butterfly, in all its glory, fluttering above through an open field, time can not be captured. My eagerness to take hold of time similar to the opened arms of a child, running, chasing the butterfly through the field, wanting to just grasp and hold tight. The stronger the chase is, the faster the butterfly moves.

Atop a clock the butterfly will settle. A clock, the very mechanism that reminds us of the time passing, moving whether it be slow as in childhood, or quickly in adulthood.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

I am Mom, and they are Sisters...

The in's and out's of my life with four little girls, all born within four years, is a bit manic at times, a bit trying at times, and a bit magical, other times.

Among the organized chaos that runs through my house, so does an immense sense of love and togetherness. Among the arguing and yelling, comes adoration and respect.

At the end of the day when all the hugs, "I love you", "good night" and "sweet dreams" come around, the strength and love for each other seems invulnerable.

With all the complexities of sisterhood, simple harmony is found within the disarray of everyday life..

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I am Proud

My Bella came home from school one day and informed me that there was an earthquake in Haiti and went on to explain the help they need, and said she's going to donate money. I told her how much does she need, and she told me SHE wants to give them her tooth fairy money plus whatever other she has. I told her she can buy something with that and we would give her money-she went on to say NO- they need help and I don't need anything....

Mama Drama

Confessions of a Mama Drama Queen!

On time?

One of these days I'll actually get Lexi to school on time.....

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Mama Drama

Confessions of a Mama Drama Queen!

The Note

I put a not in Lexi's lunch box today, saying I love her and hope she's having a wonderful day. My oldest daughter, Isabella, found the note and went on to ask why she never received a note in her lunch. Equality among children, I SHOULD know better!