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.
“As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation-either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.”
Martin Luther King Jr.
My mom sewed this quilt for Owen as she endured her five month cancer treatment journey.
As she had done for each of the boys, she created a quilt for their ‘big boy’ beds.
Goodnight wee boys.
Enveloped in Nana’s creativity, thought and labour of love.
Ironically (or not ironically if you know my latest history with irony – here and here and here…)
Mom gave this quilt to Owen after her death as we found it in her closet waiting for his big boy bed.
I just found the first quilt I ever made with my friend, Princess P. I had given it to my mom. I remembered how proud she was of me and how she displayed it in our living room. I also knew after many quilting conversations afterwards, that this first quilt inspired her own journey with quilting.
We are in the final days of “living” in the town where all three of my boys were born. I have been very intentional visiting with certain people and going to special places.
On Sunday, we went for a hike on the acreage behind the first house we lived in. We went with an old neighbour and her son. This is the home where JC was born beside the dishwasher. Here’s the story.
JC insisted on taking his backpack with a snack and a few other things in it. Does this ever happen to you with your own children? I said yes and boy did we get a surprise.
We had hiked up to the top of the hill overlooking the lake. The boys were sitting and chatting when suddenly out popped “Dukey”, JC’s teddy bear. We don’t let our teddy bears go travelling with us, but I sure smiled when I saw Dukey.
My mom had given us Dukey when were six months pregnant with JC. She gave it to us in the house at the bottom of this hill the Christmas before JC was born.
When Dukey popped out of the backpack it was a very special moment thinking about all that has happened in the last seven years since our boys (and Dukey) came into our lives.
Thanks JC for being in tune with other people and God’s Spirit inside of you. You are one of the most thoughtful and caring people that I know. You made us all smile today.