Be of Good Cheer (Thanks for the reminder Levi)
My dad loves golf. Two eighteen holes of golf LOVES golfing.
Since his hockey playing days, golf has been a part of his “off-season” life.
In all of our grief, we are trying to meet our dear Papa right where he is at without nana at his side.
This afternoon we met him at the driving range.
Papa loves to teach!
Being where you are.
One ball at a time.
Footprint Days 2014.
Imagine around 200 people walking throughout your neighbourhood on a five kilometre route. Add in bright orange shirts and you have a mental image of what my son’s school organized. They walked four different routes on four nights in a row. There were apples and water afterwards plus each child was entered into draws for different prizes.
We chose to go on Thursday night. The night they decided to go up towards Knox Mountain. Ha!ha! The route ended up being 5.6 kilometres and I laughed as I pushed our stroller with sweat running down my back. I made some mighty footprints. My boys had a great time walking and running with their friends. OC enjoyed watching all the people as he rode in the stroller. I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know a new friend, M!
We are ready to walk:
Well done everyone!
As a stay-at-home mom, my Monday to Fridays are weekends and my weekends are a holidays because I have all my boys at home. My favourite quote as I raise up young men, “The days are long, but the years are short?”
My usual weekends involve cooking, cleaning, laundry, driving, encouraging, creating and loving up my boys to get ready to launch them ‘back into the world’ for another week. I feel profoundly grateful that I can be my three boys first teacher and that Sexy Neck supports me emotionally as well as financially. I feel completely content with my ‘job’ but sometimes I cringe at the Monday morning school drop-off where people ask about your weekend.
Tomorrow, I am going to be laughing my head off as I answer the question, “What did you do on the weekend?”.
I did surgery on a bear!
Thanks JC for taking the photo of me sewing on daddy bear’s head. Nana would be proud. We had daddy bear sitting by Nana’s sewing machine since the fall, but we brought him home. I sewed on my first teddy bear head. I can do anything.
One head at a time.
Huge smile from JC.
Another great day.
We are at the stage where we go as a family to all our sporting events and activities. Our boys love cheering for each other and playing on the sidelines.
This spring, we embarked on our maiden voyage of being a soccer family. I am not sure when Sexy Neck and I will need to divide and conquer the boys activities, but for now we are enjoying being in the same boat.
CC is participating in ‘kick and run’ soccer on Friday nights.
JC is playing on his first team ever, practicing midweek and playing games on Saturday mornings.
Positive male role models.
As, Jimmy Fallon from The Tonight Show, sits down to write his own thank you notes, I decided to write thank you notes to our new neighbourhood.
Thank you to Jimmy for the inspiration. Here are this evening’s thank you notes by Jimmy. This is my personal twist of sarcasm at its best! Some points are exaggerated for comedic effect, unfortunately most points are not.
🌀Thank you neighbour for leaving your garbage can, recycling can and compost bin at the curb ALL WEEK LONG. We love watching you put your garbage out in your housecoat as well as watch your kids friend’s play bumper cars with the bins as they try to park their cars beside them.
🌀Thank you neighbour for parking your semi-truck on our street every Thursday to Saturday and driving away without any lights on like we don’t see you.
🌀Thank you neighbour for bringing your son over to play then leaving him at our house for two hours fifteen minutes after we met you. We can see why you needed the break.
🌀Thank you neighbour for calling me by the wrong name every morning at exactly 8:15 when you come out to walk your dog. My name is hard to remember, as it is the same as yours.
🌀Thank you neighbour for not smoking inside your house. We appreciate the stench in our yard and throughout our house, especially when you decide to pull out the ‘pot’.
🌀Thank you neighbour for asking my son if he’s “skipping school” when you saw him at home on a school day. Uhhhh, he was sick and he’s six. He had no idea what you were talking about.
🌀Thank you neighbour for standing on your porch in your white undershirt just staring into our yard.
🌀Thank you other neighbour for walking very slowly down our back fence, like you are doing the wedding march with the groom standing in the middle of our backyard. Next time just pop over for a look so that you don’t hurt your neck.
🌀Thank you neighbour for taking off your dog’s leash as you approach our houses so that it can urinate on our lawn then bark at our dog at our gate. Thank you for finally not allowing your dog to come into our house anymore.
🌀Thank you neighbour for telling me that my mom just gave up and wanted to die. I guess the millions of cancer cells multiplying had nothing to do with it.
🌀Thank you neighbour for using pesticides to kill the weeds on the edge of our lawn bordering your property. My boys sperm count thank you.
🌀Speaking of boys, thank you neighbour for exclaiming in front of my family of four boys the very first time we met you, “Oh, I was hoping you were going to have little girls!” Welcome to my family of big boys. (Now perhaps stunted due to your pesticide use).
My heart is holey today.
I wish I could say it is holy.
The death of my mom is feeling large today.
Tears sit at the edge of my eyes.
My heart hurts.
I want to speak to my mom.
I have so many unanswered questions.
I feel an incredible sadness of her not ‘being’ in my everyday life.
It’s a deep purple heartfelt loss.
I choose, today, to slip on Mom’s soft purple Keen’s. (Mom always bought the best shoes and how fortunate am I that the shoes fit!)
One step at a time I tenderly walk through my day…
A friend and her daughter excitedly point at my shoes.
She exclaims, “We have the same shoes! Let’s all wear them tomorrow!” Here they are in their beautiful purple shoes:
Tomorrow, I won’t be wearing my purple Keen’s alone.
My heart aches a little less.
The hole in my heart feels smaller.
I sense God’s holy presence through the coincidence of purple shoes.
Friday morning add-on:
Look what my A friend wore to school drop-off/work today:
Thank you A, M and Sweet C!!
Our garden behind us runs wild like children chasing bubbles.
We are sticking with contained spaces this year.
Big projects cannot be harnessed with our little energy.
The wild garden will be ‘fallow’ this year.
We will still garden though.
The coveted Nana pots are brought out and chosen.
“Boys, take as many as you want.”
Pots and plants are carefully chosen.
Filling our pots.
Filling our souls.
Helping our plants grow.
Helping us go deeper.
Oh, the son.
Both lights on this earth.
Holding us together.
Plants in a pot.
Ah, my sons.
Incredibly hardworking, creative, playful…
Gardener’s that Nana would be proud of.
Haha! I just reread my title, we aren’t growing marijuana, just keep everything in pots.
Like Sexy Neck, our boys are idea guys.
They often get an idea in their heads and they are going for it.
On Saturday, this involved a banana chip stand at 8:30am in the morning.
The most beautiful thing was that they had two customers buy their banana chips!
They created this stand all on their own. It even had a cool slot to put change into that made a tinkling noise when you dropped your coin in.