My Life

It's December. Things are busy.
That's to be expected. Shopping, baking, kids' homework and activities. Cooking meals, packing lunches, nurturing friendships and nurturing my own soul.
It all takes time and effort. It keeps life busy.

For so long I viewed this "busy-ness" through a negative lens. The introvert in me wanted to just stay home. The farmer kid in me wanted to believe that free play was the best activity for my kids. The protective mom wanted to shield them from the hustle and the hurry. So when our weeks quickly filled up to the point of having but a single night to stay home, I allowed myself to be overcome with guilt and shame at the life I was allowing my family to live.

At least that was how I looked at it up until a few weeks ago.
 It was a warm November Thursday afternoon and I was reflecting on the responses I had given that morning to the question, "How are you?" My answers all sounded a lot like, "Busy...ya, things are chaotic right now. I'm just glad I made it on time. Score one for me!" Then I wrapped up the conversation with a loud sigh, a roll of my eyes and a quick change of topic before they asked me to elaborate: Choirs twice a week, luge once a week, and piano are year long commitments. Scattered throughout the seasons can also be found orienteering, ski lessons (and just skiing for fun), speed skating (and just skating for fun), and wall climbing.
Laid out like that, I feel like a crazy person! I feel like a mom that's over-scheduling her kids and doing them a huge disservice in this age when they could be riding bikes around the block and playing the with neighbour kids (assuming the neighbour kids were home).

That afternoon as I drove home, I came to the realization that I needed to examine this shame I was hauling around and figure out how I really felt about our schedule. Here's what I concluded:
I love my life!
As crazy and chaotic as it is and as much as most days I feel more like a chauffeur than a parent, I love every second.

It only takes my youngest crawling into the car after orienteering, sweaty and out of breath but beaming from ear to ear and raving about what she did that night - I love it! It only takes hearing my eight year old talk about how incredible it feels to feel the wind in her face as she skates at the oval - I love it! It only takes my eldest declaring that she always feels better, happier, after a sliding session at the track - I love it! I love their excitement over finding a minor scale on the piano, all on their own. I love their excitement when they ride the chairlift for the very first time. I love watching their hands hit the top of the wall and then their level of complete trust as they kick off and allow themselves to be lowered to the ground. I love watching them learn and grow and challenge themselves and succeed in ways no one could have ever expected.
I love it!

Yes, we are a busy family. Yes, we have weeks when we'd like to just let it all go. Yes, there are days when I just want to hide because I'm so tired of not being home.
But then there's all the rest...
Those days I see how I am blessed beyond belief.
Those days I am overwhelmed with gratitude beyond words.
I love my life.

My Brother

Unimpressed...

I have a brother. 

Thirty-six years ago, those words would have begun processing in my 2yr old brain.
Undoubtably, there would have no comprehension of the impact those words would bring to my life…

The story goes that my first encounter with my little brother was less than a fairy tale beginning to our relationship. Sources claim that I was not impressed with his chubby, crying presence and that I was even less impressed with his intrusion into MY Mommy’s arms. The story goes that Mom’s heart broke a little as I refused to go to her and instead turned to my Grandma’s lap for snuggles. Lots of drama for one little toddler - how could I have known how that little bundle of noise and poop would soon build a permanent home in my life and in my heart?

How could I have known:

This is ok, right?

• that he would be my first and deepest experience of love extended and the desire to protect someone who could do nothing for me in return?

• that he would teach me about acceptance and teamwork as we became partners in our adventures around the farm?

• that, as I peered through fearful eyes and watched him move through the world with such fearless ease, that I would be the one feeling led and taught by him?

• that he would introduce me to the existence of disagreements and arguments and the feeling of rejection?

• that he would teach about me empathy and compassion as I witnessed (and all too often inflicted) pain in his life?

• that he would grow to become the most incredible example of courage and strength I would ever know?

• that so much of what I now know about myself and about the foundations I rest upon in this world have come by following his example?

• that the knowledge that he is in the world brings a smile to my face every single day?

I have a brother.

How can you say that and not smile?

Happy birthday :)
Lots of love,
Your sister.


P.S. Mom, it’s ok. I forgave you long ago for bringing the little creature into our perfect lives.
Who knew that that creature would turn out to be the greatest gift?

Open Field

Interesting holiday, this past Christmas.
Most occurred as it always does:
Christmas dinners at the parents' houses.
Time spent with family and friends.
A little skating on the lake.
Quiet nights, oh so thankful for those quiet nights.

And yet something was different.
There was an energy. A vibration. A hum that traveled from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. There were moments I woke up feeling electrified, almost overwhelmed with emotion of all kinds: Expectation...Anxiety... Joy...Elation...Courage...

It's that last one that best describes the rest - I felt courageous and I didn't even know why. I still don't. I only can say that I'm feeling the need to step outside these walls and walk a path that has always seemed too risky. A path with an unknown direction or destination. A path through wilderness and other places never seen by my eyes. A path that, despite all these undefined variables, continues to beckon me. Not cautiously inching forward, but inviting leaps and bounds!

This is not me. Perhaps that's what makes it so exciting.
It reminds me of The Message version of Romans 8:15-16:
This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It's adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike, "What's next, Papa?" God's Spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are.

Confirms who we really are...
I like that.
Let's do this.