Call it International Happy to be Alive Day.
Or I love and Cherish My Children Day.
Call it whatever you want…I made chocolate cake, with chocolate cream frosting and sprinkles today because I wanted to.
I wanted to watch my children squeal and see their eyes light up.
I want them to know that Mama will do nice and wonderful things for them ‘just because.’
I’m tired of the ‘good parent formula’ that says that I shouldn’t let them eat sweets or stay up late or watch too much media.
Instead I am reveling in following my own heart and instincts and giving them plenty of freedom to make their own choices and enjoy each and every day. Just because.
Whinnie’s most recent drawing.
Left to right: Papa, Mama, Whinnie.
I love that her characters are always holding hands in drawings.
I love that there is always grass underfoot and a sun in the sky.
I love that ears are frequently out of proportion to the head.
I love that she thinks about hair so much.
She’s been drawing these for more than a year now. Usually there’s more color, but the composition remains constant.
I love her spirit.
Fresh from the oven cinnamon rolls. I love these from Trader Joe’s…so easy and as is the norm for TJ’s products, less yucky pseudo-food-chemical-gunk than most alternatives.
Why is this a post? Because it is part of something that I am working to nurture….a sense that everyday is a wonder and an adventure when you are a child. They all should be. If they are rote or boring or, far worse, traumatic, then something is truly wrong.
So what’s better than waking up to find that someone you love, someone who loves you, thought about you and proactively prepared something designed to make you smile. I want to be that Mama. And by my daily choices I am that Mama. Sometimes more so, sometimes less. Eh, I’m still human.
But I do try to cultivate an eagerness in my children. I want them to bound out of bed eager to find out what this day holds.
We went to a local pumpkin patch/festival this week. Each of the attachlings selected their own pumpkin to bring home.
Randomly, as I move around the house cleaning and unpacking I find one of these ‘pumpkin man’ sculptures. Whinnie and Theo love to find places to arrange the pumpkins.
It makes me smile. 😀
When we left Indiana in the summer of 2008 I was not a knitter. I was attempting to learn how; but found the skill elusive.
Now that we are back I have almost 2 years of knitting experience. And this:
That’s only a portion of my yarn stash. Little house, growing stash. This could be a problem.
A problem with only one acceptable solution: get knitting. 🙂
I picked up this book (and several others about knitting) at the library today. Awesome library! I am sooooo grateful to be home again. 🙂
It is a fantastic book with patterns based on knits from the 30s through the 70s. I may not ever knit up any of them, but that’s quite ok.
What is so very cool is that this book is history. It is about a specific knitting mill in Cleveland, Ohio. And in it you can learn about how the knits were impacted by all that was going on in the world at that time.
Why were the colors so dramatic in the late 40s and beyond? Could it be a reaction to all the drab colors necessitated by the war years? You bet!
That is the type of thing this book gives the reader.
And that is what I meant by ‘It’s all connected.’ It really is.
So whatever my child has a passion for, I will do everything I can to help facilitate feeding that passion. Whether they are interested in Pokemon or Star Wars or wizards or Legos or, dare I dream? knitting, whatever they do, see, read, learn…it will all bring them back around to everything. It. Is. All. Connected.
I love that.