Practicing Gratitude

The times I’m feeling a little sorry for myself, a little off, or a little overwhelmed are generally the times I have to practice meaningful gratitude.

Here are 5 things I’m grateful for this Friday.

  1. Friends who will talk me down when I’m lost in my own doubts and indecision, talk me into doing the right thing, and talk me through the hard situations.
  2. Sitting in the E.R waiting room for hours. Not to be confused with just being in the E.R., but if I have to make use of that service, and I’m left waiting to linger, I know that our situation, while possibly concerning and uncomfortable, it is not life-threatening.
  3. Takeout – meal plans and meal prep is all fine and dandy, but when you’re physically and emotionally done it’s okay to take a shortcut to make life easier and that mango salad was delicious.
  4. My bed. Oh Lord, am I grateful for my bed this morning. Those three hours of sleep were not enough and I know I’ll be sneaking in a nap today.
  5. My kids. They make me want to pull my hair out at times and we don’t always see eye to eye, but this Mama’s heart is just bubbling over with thanks for her boys. They are beautifully and wonderfully made, unique and incredible in their own ways, bring a richness of joy and fullness to our lives.

Quickly… instead of thinking on what’s gone wrong this week, think of what you can be grateful for – even if it was just as simple as a ray of sunshine on your living room floor or a great cup of coffee this morning.

Waiting Room

It’s 10:30 PM and I’m sitting in our local E.R. waiting room with my youngest, hoping that we shouldn’t be here at all. In a time when our healthcare system is notoriously overcrowded and E.R.s are seemingly overwhelmed and understaffed, I don’t want us to be yet another burden on the system. Inside though, I’m secretly hoping that I’m just an over-vigilant mother and they’ll roll their eyes and send us home to our own bed.

Realistically, I’ve been advised by a trusted friend in the healthcare industry and by the on-call haemotologist that the E.R. is exactly where we need to be. I have to admit as well that the triage nurse also agreed. So we wait. We pray. We hope that in this case medical professionals are wrong. My kids been working his way down a list of symptoms that may indicate he’s in an anaemic crisis.

Thank you to friends who support and check in and answer my million questions when I’m second-guessing myself… and for telling me to cool it when need be.

If you stumble across this in the next few hours, and think of us,will you pray for wisdom and grace for the medical team and for mom wishing hospital waiting room seats were just a wee bit more comfortable?

Mama Said There’d Be Days Like This…

I had some hours owing this week and decided it was time for an overdo salon visit followed by lunch with a friend. However, despite my best intentions and contingency plans and schedule adjustments, when my feet hit the floor I just knew that today wasn’t going to be “my day” – even though, for everyone else’s safety and my own sanity – I really need a day for me.

The oldest got ready with excitement and speed as it’s the first ski club session of the year. The youngest lagged and lagged and eventually moved from the bed to the couch, looking decidedly pale and green. He’s currently tucked up beside me in our bed because whether you’re 11 or 37 years of age, we all want our mamas close when we’re feeling crummy.

As parents and partners this is often what our days look like. We make our plans and our plans change because life throws some little hiccups and giant monkey wrenches our way. We’re up to our necks in chaos and tears and laughter and cookies and completely forget ourselves. (What’s my name again?!) We understand the importance of self-care and independence, but also know that sacrifice and caring for others are just as important in the balance of a healthy relationship.

So today is not my day, and if I wasn’t consumed with endless love for this child of mine, I’d be upset that he sabotaged my plans… and I’m human enough to admit I’m frustrated – with the curveball, not with him. I’m feeling a little helpless because my care doesn’t seem to be soothing and a little angry that we’ve been hit with something again. I’m definitely irritated that I can’t make things better and have been washing my hands like crazy.

There are days… days when it seems to a stressed out mama or other caregiver that they’re always the ones who have to bend. There are days when they’ll feel like they’re stuck in the trenches with no hope of ever climbing out. There are days when they’ll be holding puke buckets or little hands or bottomless laundry baskets…. and all they really want is a Frappucino and a spa day. These are the days that they need you.

Let your fellow mamas know that even though life can change at the drop of the hat or gust of the wind, they are never alone. Let them know they have a comrade in the nitty gritty ins and outs of this parenting gig. Check in on the strong and silent ones too – not everyone knows how to reach out when they’re drowning.

Be a comfort – send an encouraging text, commiserate over the phone, surprise them with some takeout and offer to fold a load of laundry (but don’t mention the dishes in the sink) and remind them that their day is coming.

And if it is your day? Think of all the strength you can lend! I’m a little jealous, to be honest. Maybe tomorrow will be my day…. in the meantime, those laundry baskets are mocking me and I have a great excuse to dive into a new book without feeling guilty!

Burritos and Purpose

My youngest son is not picky, with the exception of pizza, hot dogs, and breads (unless it’s a bakery loaf.) He loves new restaurants, enjoys picking out new recipes (“Mom, we should try this one!”), and will usually eat any home cooked meal he’s served.  His faves include potatoes in any form, butter chicken (but not the way I make it), and rice and peas. (Grandpa’s are still his favourite.)
The last few weeks he’s been asking for burritos… but not at-home burritos – fast food burritos. The closest burrito bar is about 25 minutes from us.  Considering it’s the last official day of winter break… and that I have to pick up Kaleb’s skis from the pro-shop across the street from a Mucho Burrito, we decided to have a lunch date today and finally get our burritos..
That is my priority. I have a million other stops to attempt, and I know running a full day of errands means he’ll most likely get on my nerves. (Honestly, we haven’t left yet and I’ve already spent most of my vocal time encouraging him to stop.  Stop what? Well… everything.) But lunch today is more than just a burrito. 
It will be a phones down, one-on-one pause in our busyness. It’s recognizing that the days are long, but the years are short… and one day, I’ll be fighting for his attention. It’s reminding him that he’s a person of importance in my life. It’s a chance to laugh, dig into what’s on his mind, and make memories together. It’s solidifying that presence is important, family matters, and that relationships take intentional nurturing – even if it’s just over fast-food burritos.
God grant me patience… and here’s hoping for no heartburn.

Looking Back, Planning Ahead, and Being Present

I’m not big on resolutions (mostly because I am acutely aware that my staying power is laughable – good intentions and all that.)  However, I feel like I am in a constant state of assessment – what can I drop? Where can I improve? Why did I do that?  As this year comes to a close, I’m not sure I actually changed much at all over the last twelve months.  I know in some ways I’ve matured (impressive at 37 years of age!)  I know I’ve also found myself frustrated.  I’ve been craving change.  I’ve been dreaming.  I wonder about the next ten years.  I’ve tried to make small changes to improve things that I have control of.  Some days I’ve completely lost control of everything… hello, out of control spiral!

In the next year, without making actual resolution declarations, these are the reflections I’d like to embrace.

  • Simplify.  Life, home, habits.  Just stop overthinking, overdoing, and indulging in over-consumerism.
  • Find myself.  I really can’t stand that phrase, but I need to get back to being me, without apology – take me or leave me and no, I don’t care what your opinion of me is.  (Except that I do, and it will wake me in the wee hours of the night while I agonize over every inflection, look, response, or perceived slight, insult, or judgment. This is hard on a girl’s self-esteem and peace of mind, so yes, I would really like to find what makes me “me” and rock it like a pair of perfectly-fitted jeans.)
  • Move past the mistakes.  We all make them.  We’re all human.  See the point above.  At some point, you’ve just got to move on – learn from it and let it go.
  • Care for my body.  We’ve got one shot here and with Type 1, it seems like all I think about is carbs, meds, and math.  (I shudder at that math.)  That being said, we can all use a bit more movement, a bit more mental clarity, more veggies, and lots of water!
  • Just say no.  I mean… it’s hard to say yes to the important things when you’ve said yes to everything else.  Enough with being everything to everyone and feeling like I carry the weight (and success) of the world (or a program) on my shoulders only.   I’ll need to keep reminding myself of this one because honestly, I forget.  A lot!
  • Find my tribe.  I’m just full of cliches in this list.   People can drag you down or build you up.  Better to find the ones who will sharpen, challenge, and care.   You’ll know them.  You’ll click.  And then… actually make more plans to spend time and stay connected.
  • Be present.   Stop worrying about the to-do lists, the places you need to be, and the never-ending mundane bits of an active family life.   Stop and smell the darn roses.  Be in the pictures.  Read the book (without feeling guilty.)  Drink the coffee or the tea.  Eat lunch by yourself.   Cuddle on the couch.  Fold the laundry together.  Listen to the endless chatter (and absorb it – one day they won’t be rambling non-stop in the back seat.)  Make jokes.  Bake cookies.  Do the fun things.
I want to be more organized, more active, more smiley, more engaged, more productive – but ultimately, I want those I love and care for to know they’re loved and cared for, I want my self-care to be a priority, and I want to remember to practice the pause.  Here’s hoping that 2019 is just a step in the right direction!
 Happy new year, dear friends – may you find happiness in your journey, hope in the unsettled moments, love to warm your hearts, and joy in each new day!

Enjoy The View

I am a firm believer in routines, schedules, to-do lists, plans, and organization.  It keeps me sane and helps me manage my natural chaos.  I feel like those who have creative bents tend to need structure to be productive in tasks that might otherwise seem mundane.  Who wants to fold laundry when there’s a book of beautiful words to get lost in?  Who wants to make a grocery list when there’s paint to apply to a canvas?  I haven’t given this much thoughtful study, so perhaps it’s just me – but I know in my own personal experience, I stress less when I have a system in place.

Those lists and routines keep me going.  I tend to have so much running in and out and through my mind at any given moment that a pen to paper approach (or finger to keyboard) help me stay on track.   I’ve discussed my need for meal plans ad nauseam (or to the point that it may make you wish to vomit – that’s not dramatic at all.)  However, there are times when I love (read: need) to toss all that planning aside to untangle mental knots and take a step back to assess how I’m handling (or not handling) life.

I like routine when it comes to working and home chores and I am vehement in vocalizing that I can be flexible, but in a very defined set of parameters.  I know what has to be done, and I try to leave time for last minute assignments or unexpected glitches, but I’ve come up with a fine-tuned time management strategy that allows it all to get done (or at least clears the critical off the desk.)

I use my calendar, my reminders, my notes, and more –  just to keep me going without being overwhelmed.  Today, I threw it all to the side and it was necessary, essential to myself mentally and emotionally.  I still had work to do, but I knew today’s main task would throw off my whole routine, in a very big way.  So I threw out the whole routine.  I accomplished the big task.  I made a pit stop.  I took an extended lunch break to catch up with a friend. I set a timer to get me out of the office at a decent time and limited my must-get-dones.  I spent time with my boys before parent-teacher conferences.  I scrapped the meal plan (at Justin’s request.  We had fully loaded frozen burgers instead of the pork loin I had decided on – and you know what?  They were delicious!)  I enjoyed myself despite the upset to the systems I had in place, because I recognized the systems are important, but not essential.

It made me think that sometimes we get too caught up in the lists and schedules and what-we-should-dos.  We forget that enjoyment and quiet moments and unbeaten paths are healthy and necessary branches of our journey through life.  They are opportunities for growth and healing and learning.  We often, dare I say at the risk of being deemed cliche, miss the forest for the trees.   We work with a single goal in mind, a single focus, and don’t even register the little things, the big things, the things that are not on our radar.  We get irritated and upset and thrown off balance by things that are unscheduled, but yet important.  What good is a walk through the woods if we don’t stop to take in the view along the way?   As Stephen Covey has said, “The key is not to prioritize what’s on your schedule, but to schedule your priorities.”  Some days it’s important to just throw the whole schedule away!

Feeding Others As Feeding The Soul

When it comes to cooking, I have a love/hate thing happening.  You’ve probably already figured that out If you’ve read previous posts. If you asked me if I enjoy it, tonight’s answer would be that I absolutely love it.  If you ask me tomorrow, my answer might be a vehement no.

As I’ve said over and over, meal planning (or at least a basic framework) is extremely helpful for me, but that doesn’t necessarily translate to enjoyable.  What I have recognized the last few days is that when I know the food will be appreciated, truly savoured and even critiqued with care, that the preparation process is a bit happier.  Having fresh and versatile ingredients on hand is key.  I’ve determined that I enjoy spending time in the kitchen when I don’t see the chaos of the rest of the house and dishes aren’t piled up in the sink.  I also seem to enjoy it more when I allow myself time to just create. Quick meals are handy and wonderful, but give me a day when I have energy and a good block of time to work and I can crank out something delicious!

Over the last few days we had roast beef with potato wedges and a salad. The wedges were great (tip: parboil the potatoes first!) but the roast itself wasn’t so yum. However, layered between a soft and crusty bun with havarti and gravy the next day made it a quick and pleasant dish.  Yesterday, I found a recipe for a creamy chicken and rice soup that I loosely followed and it was so flavourful. Tonight, I knew I’d be using the remaining two chicken breasts in a pasta dish, but wasn’t entirely sure where we were going until I started pulling things out of the fridge.

Now… I hate to admit this after my complaints about the fusspot, but I am not a huge fan of pasta.  Tonight was a winner though. I seasoned and baked the chicken while prepping my veg.  Put the (spaghetti) noodles on to boil.  (I didn’t have anything heartier in the cupboard.) Sauteed some onion, lots of garlic, baby spinach, red and yellow peppers, and some diced tomato.  Seasoned with a blend of herbs and spices, a sprinkle of salt, and lots of ground pepper.  Added some heavy cream (whipping cream) and parmesan.  It was a flavorful, creamy sauce.  Added the prepared seasoned chicken. Stirred it all in with the noodles and baked with a light layer of marble on top.  It was truly a use-what’s-on-hand meal, but it was tasty… and 3 out of 4 approved.  (Because, you know, I can’t win with the fusspot.)  Will I be able to recreate it? Maybe, but the chances aren’t good as I didn’t write a thing down.


I made muffins today… used a multigrain pancake mix we don’t enjoy as pancakes and lots of bananas and cocoa.  I made an apple/pear/oatmeal/granola dish with fruit that was on it’s last legs and some leftovers from the pantry. I loved spending the time just mixing and stirring, following my instincts and taste buds.  I used recipes as a launching pad rather than a strict formula.

I also wanted to feed my family food made with care and love – a way of expressing my affection and making mealtime more than a pitstop in a busy day.  Perhaps dishes seasoned with love actually do taste better…and attitude going in to little acts of service and kindness make a huge difference in how it feels when you’re elbows deep in saucepans and mixing bowls, or making any other gesture of caring.   Maybe it’s time to let dinner become an act where we feed not just our bodies, but also our souls.