Maple seeds in fall turn brown
then they fall off and all fall down
like fallicopters to the ground.
I spoke briefly about my chapter on patience, and began with this anecdote:
This week we’ve had various
workers in and out of the house trying to repair damage from a broken drain-pipe.
My husband has been out of town since Monday, and I’m trying to get us ready to
leave town on Saturday. So while texting a friend I said,
I can’t even aspire to that. I’m just trying not to BE the storm.”And I thought, now that’s the kind of bar I should set. Just don’t BE the storm. Isn’t honesty refreshing?
Unfortunately, Wednesday night, I WAS the storm. With the house a monstrous wreck, no one wanting to do
their homework, practice piano, have baths, or pick up their stuff, I became
the storm. Which is never good. Because, haven’t you noticed this trend? Anger
tends to fuel anger? It sparks. It gives our children permission to ignite, and soon it spirals upward into a full-on eruption?
So to talk as if I know
anything about patience, is to admit that I know a lot about impatience. I bump
up against the patience challenge every day.
As moms, we work at being patient, we fail, we regroup, and start again. And that is okay. It is okay because of things
like grace, a fresh morning, and forgiving children.
Autumnblings. I’m kind of in love with that word. As I bumble along, day in day out, cleaning up messes. My own. And theirs.
Autumn break for us was slow and simple. Simple joy. Like building with cardboard boxes for an afternoon.
It was quite the construction site.
All they needed were a few butter knives (can you hear the sawing of cardboard?) and a roll of duct tape.
Next up? Grass sledding.
Also the kids’ idea.
Or old-school. Look at that smile on David’s face as Sami gives him a shove.
The last day of Autumn break, we went to Cornbelly’s with the Lehnardt and Linkous families.
Hans and Xander were good sports to pal around with Spence and Gordy. My boys think these two are the real deal when it comes to super heros. And I can’t disagree. They’re pretty much Awesome.
We rode the cow train.
Cute Gabe. I will mourn the day he combs his hair.
Traipsed through the corn maze.
“An ear of corn, Mom!”
And the boys grew corn tassel mustaches. This one looks surprisingly real on you, Xander. Yee-Haw!
It was so nice to be with Michelle. We haven’t been able to run together lately and time to talk always feels too short.
Looking out at all that corn.
After the maze, we raced rubber duckies, slid down the slides, bounced in all the bouncy houses, and shared pumpkin donuts.
It was a warm and happy day.
I love this life. Bursting, busy, full. And imperfect.
That night I was the storm? That night I couldn’t hold it together? It was rough. Things still didn’t feel right after I had tucked everyone into bed. Then I remembered: When I am most frustrated by a child’s behavior, that’s my signal I need to draw closer to that child. Even if only for a few minutes.
So I went down to Eliza’s bedroom, cracked the door, and climbed into bed with her. I put my arms around her shoulders, and she put her arms around me. Hot tears slipped down my nose as I apologized. And in the dark, I pressed
my face against hers and realized she was also crying. We said I’m sorry. And I love you. As the act of holding each
other healed things.
No matter what happens during the day, we can make it right. We can end it with love.