These three pictures are of a plant called bittersweet. And for me being a mom is a bittersweet experience. I know it is the rightful progression of things for the boys to grow up, but it’s also (for me anyway) a bit of daily grieving. With every new stage of growth and change my heart aches a bit for the babes they once were. And yet, there is excitement too in seeing the awesome young men they are growing into. Thus the bittersweet. It’s amazing how much gets forgotten as the days and years whiz by, but I had to document two tidbits from the weekend.
Living in a rural area the boys are familiar with chewing tobacco. I was making cranberry orange bread, and Nate stuffed his lower lip with some chopped up cranberries. Then he says, “Hey Mom, why do they call this stuff chew when you don’t chew it?” Then thinking for a minute he said, “Really, they should call it suck.” I couldn’t agree more – they should call that nasty, vile stuff suck!
Everett saying grace before dinner the other night added this to his prayer. “Please keep Marshall safe as he drives home in the dark tonight.”
How? How? How? Did I get such tender, thoughtful boys? I mean they have their moments that drive me to the brink of insanity, but all in all I have to pinch myself, in case I’m dreaming, over these boys of mine.
And now for a few thoughts on the importance of pruning. Every now and then it’s time to get out the gardening tools. I’ve reached that point, and find a need to prune my addiction to the info-crack machine. I find that my computer addiction has started to choke the life out of me. It’s totally me and not you! But I find myself wanting to do everything, ALL of the Christmas ideas, write witty and charming posts (daily), document my charming children and our daily life, take and picnik my photos, quilt, papercraft, try every recipe ever posted in the history of blogdom. And. I. Can’t. No way, not even possible, but the crazy side of my brain tells me that yes it is, and that my home and life will only be satisfying and fulfilled if I make it look like all the awesome things in “Pretty Life“. So, anyway it’s time to get out the pruning shears, and take some time to a. get ready for Christmas in my own home, and b. take some time to prioritize what is truly important and what can be pruned, and c. decide what mediums I most want to put my creative energy into. The thing about pruning is this: if you don’t do it the tree (or life you want) starts to die bit by bit. But by pruning you let fresh air and light in, and you trim away the dead parts thus allowing new growth to happen. It’s not a painless process, but it is a necessary process.
So, other than a post about homemade eggnog there will probably only be one or two other posts from me for the rest of the month. Take care my wonderful friends! *sheepish grin* And my apologies if at any time I have enabled your own info-crack addictions! : )