Archives for July 2009

Switzerland vs Target…A comparison

I never did get started on the new book this week. I always have such grand plans to relax and enjoy myself, and find that I am sidetracked so easily by the dishes, mold in the tub, or the weird smell in the basement. Michael is in Switzerland this week enjoying a gorgeous view of the Alps from his room. I am enjoying the view of the mountain of laundry in my bedroom.

Sometimes I feel so jealous of his ability to simply jet off to another country and feast his eyes on such beauty and his stomach on European food. Meanwhile, I am left in his wake. A whirlwind of packing and then unpacking and washing and straightening upon his return. At the same time, I realize it’s not all glamorous views and delicious dinners. I would die if I had to sit in meetings all day and discuss finance and information systems. (At least, I think that’s what he does?!) I truly believe it would kill me.
So, here I am with the mold and the laundry and the kids. Eating at such exotic locales as Friendly’s and catching the beautiful views of the baseball stadium from the Target parking lot. And not a single question about which integration system will be ready before the next deadline. Life is good.
Kimberly

Remembering

Rachel 1999
My sister is due with her first baby this week. It has me thinking back to my first months as a new mother, when everything is uncomfortably, shockingly different and you realize that you barely existed before this moment in time. At once, you are meeting this new little member of the family and acquainting yourself with the new you. It seems almost too much change at once. Not only is there upheaval in day to day life, with endless nights and too short days, but overnight you became an entirely different being….this baby’s mother.
The learning is uphill all the way. It is painful and exhilarating and leaves you breathless all at once. The first teaches you to love, to persevere, to serve. She teaches you more about God’s love than anything else you will ever experience. That fierce, self sacrificing, servant hearted grace-love. It is God’s Spirit working through the flesh.
And the other babies come and they teach you how to be, not only a mother, but a mamma. There is a sweetness in the knowing. You know what love is and what it does. You know how to care and soothe and sustain life. You know who you’ve become.
The becoming is difficult, but it is beautiful. You are beautiful.
Kimberly
I’m linking up to Emily’s blog…looking for the beauty in the everyday. And believe me, mothering is everyday. Sometimes looking back helps you to keep moving forward.

Quiet, for now

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.” CS Lewis
Well, if that doesn’t sum up how I feel about life, then I don’t know what does. I recently finished reading Kate Morton’s “The Forgotten Garden”, and am about to crack open another book this week. The Forgotten Garden is a big, fat, delicious read. Especially with an extra large cup of tea.
This week is shaping up to be a quiet one, with the kids visiting my parents for a few days, and Michael very busy at work. It’s the perfect week to start a new book, post a bit on the blog, and take a few outdoor runs. There may even be a little mulching involved. And tea, most definitely tea.
Kimberly

Life interrupted

“The great thing is, if one can, to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions in one’s “own” or “real” life. The truth is, of course, that what one regards as interruptions are precisely one’s life.” CS Lewis
I am so guilty of this. I fear that often times I’m waiting for “real” life to happen, when it’s happening all around me all the time. This certainly applies to the unpleasant things, but even more so to the every day, the mundane. Maintaining the house, making the phone call, sitting in the school car line, reading one more bedtime story. These are the things that make up my life. They are not the interruptions or blips that get in the way of “the next big thing”. They are the things my children file away in their memories. They are the things that my husband loves about me. They are the things that point to my character and tell of who I am. They are my real life.
Kimberly

And I have the dirty knees to prove it…


When I said that I wanted this year to be the year of really living life, a year of trying new things and testing my boundaries, this is not what I meant. This is me covered from head to toe in clothing, hair tucked in, flip flops cast aside for real shoes. You might wonder why I am dressed for fall when it is clearly summertime.
It’s a long and completely inane story as to how I got to this point, so we’ll pick it up here with the outfit. I am dressed like the Unabomber because I was preparing to climb underneath our deck to the foundation of our home, stick my hand into a metal vent, and clean it out. Again, this was not one of the new things I had planned on trying out this year. However, due to a cruel twist of fate, or possibly my paranoia at not having clean underwear, I had to climb under that deck to clean out the vent from our dryer. Need I remind you of my fear of all things creepy and crawly? I don’t suppose I’ve had need to mention that I get a little panicked at the thought of tight and enclosed dark spaces either.

Here is what my kids thought of the situation, you know, just in case there was a snake bite involved:
And here is the proof…excuse the shot of my backside. My nine year old was taking the photos. I’m not going to lie, it was scary under there. When I told Michael (who am I kidding, when I bragged) about what I had done, after his obvious surprise at my fearlessness he said “So, you pulled out the tarp and put it underneath so you could crawl on it, right?” Um, no. It was just me and my painter’s pole prepared to do battle with any critter I might encounter. No tarp, no clean knees and elbows, and apparently no common sense.
On the upside, at least we all have clean underwear.