Odd (wo)man out

I have been so busy with life in general that I have not blogged in ages. Sorry about that! Summer break is in full swing and the kids are keeping me busy. 60 people were laid off from my company this week and I am breathing a sigh of relief that at least for now I wasn't one of them. Times are tough right now and I wish hard everyday for something truly good to happen to boost the country's morale.

Laura and Julia are home until school starts again August 18. Needless to say the noise level has increased exponentially in the house. They are frequently bored but play together quite nicely. They are true sisters and I hope that never changes. But it makes me wish I'd gone ahead and had a 6th blessing to be Emma's buddy. She wants so very much to be a part of the older girls' clique and Patrik and I try very hard to encourage her inclusion, but I also understand why they want to play alone most of the time. Emma is little, doesn't get the fine aspects of Barbie or school play, and gets into their "stuff". She just so wants to be BIG. And of course it isn't the same when the older girls are forced to allow Emma to join them. Emma is loud and demanding and smart and wants her way (ah, 3 year olds). Even coaching her to play their way doesn't change the fact that she is who she is.

I give the older girls plenty of space but sometimes I just can't stand Emma's loneliness. Not for me...I readily sit with her and watch her shows and read her stories. But the other night the older girls were having a ball in Laura's room and Emma sat alone, silent, at the computer and my heart just broke. I don't know the answer to this and I worry worry that there will always be some seperation between the twosome and Emma. She is different in her own lovely way but so tiny, really. Only been alive for 43 months. Jeez.

I hope that as she grows it will be easier for her to meld with her sisters, that she won't always be the odd man out. And for now I do my best to let her know that she is so very important, and loved, and perfect just the way she is.

Because she is.

ps...and she's FINALLY out of diapers! Praise the Lord!

*thinking of you and wishing you well, Uncle Tom*

Large families and God's will

The Duggar family, which has been profiled exhaustively on TLC, is expecting their 18th child. Eighteenth. I used to really be impressed with them and the way they seemed to hold it all together under the clear stress of raising such a large family. I had no problem with their belief that it was God's will to have so many children. They were mentioned in the paper over the weekend for their coming attraction and on the local radio this morning. And I have to be honest..at this point I don't get it.
I don't get how there is any way possible to parent such a massive brood. I don't think God would want any parental unit so outnumbered that they have to put the older kids in charge of the younger ones. And I don't get how being a mother to kids you cannot possibly keep up with can be rewarding.
I have 5 kids and I can barely keep up with the day to day. It would never occur to me to put older kids in charge of the wellbeing of younger ones. They are my kids, it was my choice to have them. It wouldn't be fair to have someone else spend their energy looking out for them.
So I have gone from revering the Duggars to feeling something close to disdain. I feel sorry for the older kids, the eldest is only 20 and he has been looking out for younger siblings forever. How will he ever break free? It is mathematically impossible for that mom to mother each of those kids everyday. And really, if you can't parent your own children, you have no business having more.
It certainly is their right to continue to procreate. But I'm tired of them, I think they're ridiculous. They're having another baby and the last one is only 9 months old. So that baby couldn't even have mama to herself for the first year...she's pregnant and has to deal with all that that entails. The parents are exploiting those kids on television and have in turn been able to procure quite a profit (7000 sq foot house..on the salary of one working parent? I think not).
I believe God is all for large families. Within reason. The minute you cannot in good concience spend adequate time with each of them, it's time to control yourself and stop. And just love the blessings you have.

The Duggars have twisted the phrase "All that God intended". Because God also gave these people a brain and common sense. I bet at this point He wishes they'd use them.

The lesson of the pontoon boat

Dad wanted to buy a pontoon boat. The people that lived across the street in Key Haven had one that, if memory serves, they wanted to sell. Dad thought it would be great to get it, have little Lehman parties on the canal. And he would have loved it. But he kpet putting it off and putting it off. And then he got sick. And then he died. He never got his pontoon boat.
I try to remember this simple lesson of putting things off, one that he ceretainly had no intention of teaching. If there is something that would bring me joy, I should try to do that, even if it means sacrificing something else. Even if the time may not be quite right. For so many things in life, the time may never be just right: getting married, going back to school, having children, taking a much needed vacation. Life does, indeed, get in the way. Although I try to remember the pontoon boat, I am as guilty of everyone of putting things off until a better time. If I hadn't just bitten the bullet and made plans, I never would have gone to Key West last week and I would have missed out on watching the girls bond with each other and us, on quiet time with Patrik, on seeing their faces gaze through the glass bottomed boat at the snarly barracuda, on seeing them handle crabs and sea cucumbers in the aquarium's touch tank. And that would have been a great loss that I wouldn't have realized I'd missed if I hadn't gone.
I put things off all the time. I want to spend more time with Kerri but there's the laundry and the dishes and the homework...I enjoy taking the kids to the park but there always seems to be something ELSE to do...I don't see enough of my brothers or my mom because we are all so caught up in our own lives.
Tsk. Dad is surely shaking his head at us. There is nothing to say that today will not be our last. And so far I have spent my day thawing marinara, washing clothes, unloading the dishwasher. I would surely be regretful at the pearly gates if I didn't make a concious choice to do more of the things that bring me joy this day.
I will try harder to keep in mind that time on this earth is not infinite. That what I do today could bring a wonderful memory to those I love. That, yes, there is work and chores and bills to pay.

But there is also a pontoon boat with twinkly lights and Jimmy Buffet on the radio and a sunset to revel in. And I want to be on it.

Glorious Key West

We came home from our vacation on Sunday and I could just rave about it. We spent maybe 3 daylight hours total inside. The rest of the time was spent with the girls turning to prunes in the pool and Patrik and I lazing around in the sun (or shade by day 3). The house we stayed at belongs to his sister Claudia and I cannot thank her enough for letting us stay there. It was really beautiful and the pool with the waterfall was the best part...just ask the girls. It was a week of bliss and though we were ready to come home (Laura in particular was getting homesick in the end), I'd go back in a minute. Patrik got to fish and hang out with his friends and I barely even cracked the book I took. We saw lots of Patrik's mom, which was great because today she leaves to return to Slovakia. I would have liked to see more of Claudia, but she had her own busy life going on. Next time...
It was warm and sunny the entire trip except for a little rain the first day which cleared pretty quickly. Everyone is a little tan and thanks to my vigilance with sunblock on the kids no one got burned except me! The last two days in Jupiter have been quite chilly so I miss Key West already! It was so good for all of us to spend some real quality time together. I didn't go to the La Concha (which isn't even the La Concha anymore) because I was afraid it would make me sad and I didn't want to burst my bubble. I did, however, go by mom and dad's house on Key Haven and was relieved to see that it didn't affect me like I'd worried it would. Someone has built a big concrete stilt house right next to it and there were 5 cars parked outside the old place. Turns out that it isn't mom and dad's place anymore so it was okay.
I go back to work on Saturday and the kids are back at school, Patrik back at work. So it's back to the rigors of daily life. The memories of Key West will get me through for awhile and I am sorry I waited so long to go. Life is too short to put off things that bring you joy.

Go find your bliss.

The truth about large families

Everyone knows how I adore my kids and how proud I feel when I tell people that I have five children. But here's my dirty little secret: I have days, sometimes stretches of days, when I want to hang up my motherhood hat and take a vacation from it.
This is something that I have guilt over but it's the truth. There are times when I don't care what Laura made on her vocabulary test and I don't want to run letters and sounds with Julia. Emma is probably not potty trained because I refuse to toil away at it so I wait until it comes from her. My house is peaceful when the older boys are out and if I have to nag Chase one more time about saving money I may explode.
The thing is, most of the time I am filled with joy about these duties. They give my life form and purpose. And then there's days like today, when I am so sick of pre-school television and have no desire whatsoever to go meet with Julia's teacher and the idea of no school tomorrow and all 3 home the entire day fills me with something like dread. I am feeling outnumbered and tired and I wonder what it's all about. It is true that I have no time carved out for myself. The idea of going over to mom's when Patrik gets home from work appeals to me but then I feel badly because I feel I don't see enough of the kids as it is.
I have this exquisite fantasy about packing up and running away from home. Just getting in the car and heading to a beach cottage somewhere to read books under a beach umbrella and drink frosty Absolut and cranberry (with a lime) and not even glancing at the clock or television. This fantasy usually pops up after nights like last night, which was Julia's birthday. It was lovely UNTIL...Emma threw a fit because Julia wanted to play with some of her own gifts (and this after being more than generous about sharing). Emma's noise level increased to a decible only dogs and mothers can hear. Chris was here for a bit and brought 2 friends and they were loud. I looked around this tiny house and thought, "Calgon, take me away..."
I am outnumbered. Even when the boys aren't here. And I'm only human. Patrik is a great help on weekends: he cooks, cleans house, watches all three girls and works in the yard. But he is smart enough to take time for himself every Wednesday to play soccer and I know it revives him. I wish I had it in me to go play, but even when I say I am going to, I don't. I'm just too tired. What I really want to do is get a hotel room and sleep for 2 days. And order room service.
I suppose that this isn't just about being the mom to a large family. I imagine most moms feel this way at one time or another and that brings me some comfort. I borrow self-help books from the library about taking me time and caring for self and then don't have time to read them (or energy).
When we go to Key West on the 7th I am going to take a night for me. I swear to God. I am going to take my mother-in-law up on her offer to babysit (she is very generous about this), I am going to send Patrik out with his Slovak friends, and I am going to sit by the pool with a novel and music on. ALONE. Because I really really need to recharge. I know I am no good to my family when I feel this disconnected and run down. It's the old airplane rule: mothers put your oxygen mask on first, then attend to your children. Well, my oxygen mask is dusty from lack of use. Instead of running away, maybe I just need to put it on.

On being Julia

On Wednesday the 26th Julia will turn 6. I don't know how this happened, since of course she was born last week. Be that as it may, here she is, this lovely, growing girl that is so different from any of my other children. Laura and Chris are quite alike in there mellow calm. Emma and Chase are more alike than I can even believe (think stubborn and opinionated and too smart for their own good [or mine!]). Then there's this Julia.
From the very begining she was different. She was born with a huge shock of ebony hair, a first and last for me. Everyone else was blonde. She completely mixed up her nights and days for weeks (read: no sleep for me for weeks!). And I worried about her, with her sweet little cherub face and gentle demeanor. I worried about the middle child stuff after Emma was born. I worried that she would feel too different compared to everyone else's towheaded glow. But she has suprised me. She is quite comfortable in her own skin. She doesn't feel compared to, and I hope she never does. She is not as quick as Laura at school, still has a little baby lisp in some of her speech, still has accidents at night every now and then. But she is the most loving of the 5. She would rather cuddle on the couch with me or daddy (or Gram, above) and watch a movie or read than almost anything else. She still likes a kiss goodbye at parent drop off (Laura is out of the car like a shot). She literally sings upon waking in the morning which has more than once brought me to tears of love. My heart aches with adoration for this child. She dances and sings and is just full of joy.

So it has occurred to me that the person doing the comparing to her siblings was me all along. I am not proud of this. It just is what it is. And I don't do it any more. Because what makes her different and unique is what makes her Julia. Thank God she remains that lovey little brunette with the green eyes and the drive to sing songs. She hardly ever complains. In fact the other night I was getting in the shower and Patrik was washing the girls' hair in the tub when I heard her burst into tears (Emma had confiscated a toy of hers) and it occurred to me that I hadn't heard her cry in so long it was like a foreign thing. Emma cries about everything from bedtime to not getting her way. Laura is a little drama queen at times and a sideways look will set her off. But Julia is just as content as can be. Truly. I pray that this will remain the case for a long time. She will get her heart broken, people will be (and have been) not very nice to her. But she is still gloriously happy. She is easily comforted and eager to be a part of the group. She is a star.

Happy birthday, Julia baby. You light up my life. And I hope you never change.

Emma the vulture

Saturday night I came home from work and though I am usually too tired to have dinner, I wanted a barbecue ham sandwich. Emma, who had already brushed her teeth and was for all intents and purposes ready for bed, appeared out of nowhere. She does this every time anyone gets ready to sit down and eat, even if her own dinner was half an hour earlier. It's so bad that I have found myself waiting untiil she goes to bed to eat. I am more firm than her daddy in saying no to this behavior but she still does it. This night she sat on the counter and watched me make a sandwich. "Can I have that?" she asked. I eyed her warily. "No," I said, "You already brushed your teeth." She thought about this for a minute and was not deterred. "But I like that." "You don't even know what this is," I told her. "It's whale." This gave her only brief pause. "I like whale," she assured me. I started giggling. "How do you know? You've never had whale." "Oh yes, "she chimed. "I do so like whale." "Whale is only for grown ups," I informed her. In the background Patrik started to crack up, telling me to cut it out. "I like whale," she repeated, very sure. In the end she ended up with a plate of her own, and to this day is positive that she does indeed like whale. Proving that not only will the kid eat anything, but I can convince her of anything as well. Except that kids can't eat whale. Or that she should be potty trained.
I am stunned that Easter is almost here. The older I get the more rapidly time flies, which is kind of frightening. I mean, it was just Christmas, for crying out loud. Then someone at work said yesterday that Christmas is only 9 months away. Sheesh. Julia will be 6 the Wednesday after Easter and I look at her in amazement. If last Christmas was only yesterday, then this beauty was born just a few months ago. They just keep growing no matter how much I want them to stop it. To remain my snuggly little girls. *sigh*
Chase is staying with us right now which he hasn't done for any length of time for quite a while. I sincerely enjoy his company. He has matured into such a lovely young man and I find myself doubting that all the troubles we've had in the past are real. The girls adore him and Julia in particular has a little crush on him. It's quite charming. Christopher remains in Palm City, 20 minutes north of us, staying with his friend Greg and his mom and seems to truly be thriving. He leaves at the end of the month for his chorus trip to New York City and he's so excited. This time next year we will be gearing up for his high school graduation. Don't get me started on how that makes me feel....where has the time gone?
Laura is a social butterfly these days. She seems to have a new party to go to every week (much to Julia's dismay. She's quite jealous even though we have assured her that her time will come.) She is such a beautiful little girl who is transforming right before my eyes. Everyone loves her. She is a gentle soul. I am so very proud of her. I have warned Patrik that in about 9 years he better brace himself for 3 daughters in puberty and a wife going through menopause. He may have to move....
My dear brother Joe is having a hard time coming to terms with his cat's cancer diagnosis. Joe is single, a very lovey guy, and since he has no children of his own he is super-uncle to mine and his cat is his child. I have never loved a pet the way he loves his and I am sad that he has to go through this. He goes to see a specialist vet today, and I fear the news won't be good. I hope he knows how just wonderful he is. I treasure him, we all do.

*thinking of you, Uncle Tom and Aunt MaryLee*