Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The Hard Questions

We have been having a rough time around here lately. To be truthful C is in crisis and we are doing our best to rally the troops and support him. On the weekend, at the height of the crisis, C needed to be taken to the hospital to see a crisis worker to evaluate whether he needed to be admitted. Unfortunately J could not be sheltered from from all of what unfolded and he was understandably concerned about his brother.

Today, while getting ready for school J suddenly asked me once again why C had to go to the hospital and I tried to explain yet again in 6 year old terms. He put his hand up inf front of me, to stop me and said "Ok, got it". The he took a deep breath.

"I guess" he said to me, that quiet serious voice again "I guess I want to know - why did God make C like this? Why did he make life so hard for him?"

Uh . . . wow. I was SO not ready for that. I'm afraid I didn't have any real good answers for him as I fought back tears.

Saturday, January 09, 2010

Mom Secrets

I have a newsflash for all of you

I am not


never will be

nor do I want to be

Super Mom

Seriously, I see friends, co-workers, strangers running around trying to be it all. We have to be a cook, a maid, a chauffeur, a nurse, a personal shopper and on and on. Some of us work outside the home, some of us are stay at home - some do a whole lot of both.

But I think I can say with a level of certainty that we all have some things in common no matter our circumstances and choices - we are good, well intentioned people with expectations of ourselves that are WAY TOO HIGH.

I can't jump over the bar anymore - can you?

So here I profess

- right now my youngest is having a bath for the first time in about five days (sigh)
- there are baskets of laundry waiting to be folded all over my house
- I cannot (honestly - I am not joking here) remember the last time I washed my kitchen floor
- my youngest broke his glasses about 2 months ago, I haven't gotten them fixed yet, they are rolling around in my van somewhere while he wears his back up (old prescription) pair about the 3 times a week I remember to tell him to put them on.

There - I have proclaimed some of my "mom secrets". It feels liberating. I am setting the bar low for myself. Not everything is going to get done. I am human. Not everything CAN get done. And you know what???? I am surprisingly okay with it all.

My husband on the other hand, might not be so okay with it all.

How about you - where's your bar set?