Happy Birthday, Kate!

Watch over thy child, Kate, O Lord, as her days increase; bless and guide her wherever she may be, keeping her unspotted from the world. Strengthen her when she stands; comfort her when discouraged or sorrowful; raise her up if she fall; and in her heart may thy peace which passeth understanding abide all the days of her life; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

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Five seems like such a milestone and this birthday seems so emotional for me, but one thing I am certain of is that I am blessed to be Kate’s mom. It is amazing to me that many of you kind readers were around when she was born, praying for us, guessing when she’d make her debut, checking in for news. Thank you for your prayers for Kate, then and now. May she be a woman known for wisdom and compassion, may she bless others with her kindness and love, and may she always rest in the knowledge that she belongs to Jesus.

Summertime and Isaac Watts

Whatever this season is in the life of our family, it isn’t one of blogging. It is busy. So busy, I smocked dresses this spring and finished them a week before Easter morning but haven’t carved the time to construct them. I said that I’d do it before Eastertide passed, but it has. Work has consumed a lot of my time and Michael’s as well. His 1L year is done and I’m proud of how well he did. This summer he’s working hard doing lawyerly things and I think he’s going to be a great attorney someday.

Now that the girls are out of school, I wish that I had a little less to do so we could spend more time at the library, pool, etc. but we’re making it around to such things regularly, which is better than not at all. They did just finish a week at backyard ballet camp and you can view a precious video of their recital on facebook. When Kate was born, I daydreamed about when she would be five and I could dress her up in her jumper as “kindergarten Kate.” That day is right around the corner, with her birthday next week and the uniforms needing to be bought. It’s a strange feeling to watch someone grow up before your eyes. Whomever said the days are long, but the years are short is full of great wisdom.

Every year I see more and more my need for community, probably because we’ve never lived in the same city as our families or lots of people we’ve known forever. And little by little, community grows, even when I feel like I have so little to offer my family let alone those beyond it. It’s a beautiful thing. We sang this hymn on Sunday, that talks about the windows of God’s grace where we see the Lord, and to me, that’s often through kindness, empathy and encouragement. The manifestations of community are the goodness of God to me in a very real way. Anyhow, every time I hear this hymn, it sticks with me, so I’ll share it with you, kind reader, until I post again (sooner or later.)

I love the windows of thy grace,
Through which my Lord is seen,
And long to meet my Savior’s face
Without a glass between.

Oh that the happy hour come
To change my faith to sight!
I shall behold my Lord at home
In a diviner light.

Haste, my Beloved, and remove
These interposing days;
Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my powers be praise.
–Isaac Watts
(more info, sample, CD, etc. found here)

The Complete Persepolis

The Complete Persepolis is a graphic memoir, a coming of age story of a girl growing up during the Islamic Revolution. It’s sweet, funny, educational, serious, and sad all in turn. The reader acutely feels the longings of the author for love, for normalcy and for acceptance, but in an irreverent and lighthearted way.

The second half of the book focuses on Satrapi’s time spent in prep school in Austria. Her experiences as a third culture kid, in a country without parents, are a valuable insight into the loneliness and isolation of that situation. The story doesn’t end with a difficult and confusing childhood, but rather sees the author through her maturing process.

The simple pen and ink drawings fit the story well, the author is obviously talented and the starkness of them serves to convey the mood. It’s a graphic book that’s accessible to those less familiar with the format and is well received by readers of a variety of backgrounds. (9/10)

Breaking the Silence

Praying for Elizabeth, Sloan and Henry today.

As I think of all the ways that those whom I love suffer, all I can pray is help our unbelief, help us to know that this pain is not the way it’s supposed to be.

April Comes And Goes

I’ve spent a lot of April contemplating. The things I’ve wanted to say, are easy to say in 140 characters or less. But I want to break the silence.

Hypothetically, Michael going to law school was a step out in faith, that God would provide for our family and that this move would be a positive one for us. But in reality, I saw it more as a logical, easy decision at the time. With the economy where it is, it’s actually turned out to be a lot more risky and scary than I thought it would be. And that’s okay, for right now. I spend a lot of time praying “help my unbelief.” Actually, that’s what I always end up praying historically, but it seems different somehow right now.

Sometimes I am really overwhelmed. Sometimes I honestly laugh and think, “this is going to be a fun story someday.” Those times often sequence in seconds or minutes, which is another story unto itself.

God’s goodness isn’t far from us. I feel it tangibly every day. I wonder what God is doing, but I see that he’s doing something. Looking forward, I can see a lot of neat opportunities we have as a family and I get excited, and I can’t wait to tell all of you about them. But I need to get some work done before preschool is over!

Hark, the Sound

Wish I were on Franklin Street celebrating tonight. Congratulations, Tar Heels! And congratulations to Reba, who won the TCL annual pool, and continued the girls’ winning streak.

Finally!

The AAP is now recommending keeping your toddler rear facing in the car for at least two years.

I’ve tooted my horn about this before. I’ve heard many parents say this looks uncomfortable to them, but kids get used to sitting with their feet curled up against the seat, they rarely sit “normally” in a seat at age one anyway.

Covert Urban Gardening

Guerrilla Gardening sounds like a lot of fun. Anyone local in? I still think we need to put a rooftop garden at RMC.

Charlotte’s Web

Just finished reading Charlotte’s Web with Kate. Reading old favorites aloud to my children is one part of parenting I have so looked forward to and it did not disappoint. She has done very well comprehending the story, asking good questions, and even asking me about new words. I love how she keeps asking until she understands the meaning of things, and isn’t satisfied until she gets there.

Anyhow, when Charlotte died, Kate was truly sorrowful and cried out, “Oh Charlotte! Momma, she had to die alone? Poor, poor Charlotte. Wilbur must be so sad. Charlotte was his FRIEND.” After we finished the last chapter, Kate asked me why Fern stopped going to the barn cellar. When I managed to get something across, she replied, “I hope I will always love animals, and I hope I am friends with a spider, even if it will make me so so sad when the spider dies, because spiders do not live long. But maybe I will get to be friends with her baby spider children, too. Yes, I would like to be friends with a spider like Charlotte.”

Seriously, warm happy mom fuzzies out the wazoo. I tried to hold out on chapter books until Lexi could participate some, and she was able to sit with us and sort of listen, but it was certainly not the same. I know I am behind on book reviews, I’ll get there soon, if y’all are even interested in hearing what I think about what I’m reading at all.

6th Annual TCL NCAA Tournament Pool

Amber, Ellen and I have each won and Dawn has bested us all twice. That’s right, five years and not one male victor. Will female wiles triumph again?

I have tried to get ESPN Tournament Challenge to work for me at least 6 times over the last 24 hours on two computers to no avail, and I don’t have the time to keep messing with it. So, this year’s pool will be hosted on facebook. Yes, it’s an app you have to install, I hate those too. You can delete it once the tournament is over!

http://apps.facebook.com/thebracketchallenge/?page=pool&id=320279

Best of luck to all prognosticators and Go Tar Heels!

The Case Against Breastfeeding?

Moms all over the internet are chattering about Hanna Rosin’s Atlantic article “The Case Against Breastfeeding” and after a few days of thinking it over, here’s some of my musings.

.1. The most significant problem to me isn’t breastfeeding itself, but the mommy culture of competition and venomous judgment. Taking good things (breastfeeding, organic food, natural toys, whatever) and making them a barometer for deciding who is and who isn’t a good mother turns the good things toxic. What we need most is to be for one another, and encourage one another. Parenting is full of choices, and we don’t all have to make the same ones. Even if we agree something is an ideal, we all fall short of the ideal in many ways, and we have to extend grace to one another and ourselves.

.2. The scientific argument that Rosin makes wasn’t that compelling to me as I followed her rabbit trails. So, breastfeeding doesn’t prevent childhood obesity. That wasn’t my primary reason for breastfeeding anyway. The study she cites of the sibling pairs is much more nuanced than she makes it out to be. As breastfeeding is the natural choice (”human milk for human babies”) isn’t the burden of proof on formula and not breastmilk?

.3. Breastfeeding for many women is difficult, especially in the early weeks. My first month with Kate was full of stress and tears. But once we got over that hump, it was a wonderful experience. Perhaps the struggle at the onset is so that new moms stop and rest and take care of themselves, we’ll never know, but it helped me to appreciate the gift of breastfeeding and not to take it for granted. Nursing did forge an amazing bond between the children and me. In all my busy-ness and bustle, I appreciated the reminder to stop and enjoy my baby, and breastfeeding was a regular way to do that. It was a sacrifice at times, but so are many parts of parenting, it comes with the territory. Maybe I have a hard time identifying with Rosin because nursing itself was never ever an overwhelming burden to me, nor did it feel like just another duty. Perhaps it’s those endorphins, but breastfeeding calmed and centered me and now that it’s over, I miss it.

.4. I do appreciate her thoughts on part-time breastfeeding. A lot of breastfeeding advocates are very afraid of supplementing with formula, as we have all known mothers for whom supplementing was a slippery slope of diminished milk supply. But we have also all known mothers for whom supplementation works just fine! As mothers’ milk production varies widely, what works for one, may not for another. Thus part-time breastfeeding might not be the “best practice” in the sense that for those with tenuous supply issues it might be harmful, but it’s certainly not a bad idea in and of itself.

.5. If breastfeeding itself after a good college try is causing a mother to be extremely stressed out and not enjoy her child, I would be the first to say to lay down the idol and pick up the bottle. It’s not worth that. All things being equal (without extenuating health problems, etc.) I found breastfeeding to be much simpler and less time consuming than all the steps necessary to make a bottle and feed the baby that way. So I was flummoxed by her arguments about breastfeeding not being free, as a mothers’ time is worth a lot, etc.

.6. Is breastfeeding really to blame for employers not being supportive of working moms pumping? Let’s place the blame squarely where it belongs, with the government, employers and society’s views of breastfeeding in general.

Love in the Ruins by Walker Percy

Love in the Ruins is a novel set in an apocalypse caused by the overindulgence of modernity. From today’s perspective it is in one sense quaintly antiquated and in another deadly accurate in its grasp of the human condition. I really like Percy, but this wasn’t my favorite novel of his. CK recommended I read The Last Gentleman before this one, but I received LitR as a gift and it called out from the shelf and I neglected her wise advice. I think this novel is best read by Percy lovers further into his canon than I am. (7.5/10)