Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
By the time we got downtown, the lines to all of the embassies were really long, Joseph was exhausted (he fell asleep waiting in line), and we bailed after only three embassies. However, at least we added to our list: Greece, Bulgaria, and Slovenia (which was actually a repeat). I was pretty disappointed because I love this event so much, but at the end of the day I'm glad Marc is kind and helpful and that if we're going to miss something it is because of his goodness.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Joseph is in heaven when he gets to spend time with Aunt Rachel. This night he waited in the front yard in anticipation of her arrival.
Rachel took our picture before we left for the show, which was superb. Thanks for giving us such a charmed life Rachel! May 13, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Based on some of the questions in the comments of my last post--and a few personal emails I received--I've decided maybe my last post sounded a little bit cryptic and I ought to clarify.
So, what sparked my whole "at peace" feeling on Sunday happened during Sacrament meeting. We have the little scripture story books that the church publishes. Marc was perusing the Book of Mormon Stories that we brought to keep Joseph occupied during church. Joseph was climbing all over the pew not paying a bit of attention to the books we brought for him :) Marc leaned over to me and pointed out a caption under the picture of a brown skinned man in a loin cloth holding a knife and pinning a deer to the ground. A brown skinned boy holding a bow and arrow looked on. The caption read, "Laman and Lemuel's followers called themselves Lamanites. They became dark-skinned people. God cursed them because of their wickedness. 2 Nephi 5:14, 21" (p. 26). Marc is usually pretty unflappable, but I note that he was the one that pointed it out to me. This is where my "at peace" came into play. A couple years ago this experience would have sent me into what I call a "spiral." I would have worried about how to teach this to Joseph when I am completely uncomfortable with it and don't want to teach this to my child. I would have felt guilty for not teaching what was put out in official Church materials. I would literally have lost sleep over this issue. For months, at a minimum. Now, I can just calmly say "I'm not teaching that to my child."Mothering peace. At least for this week!
Monday, May 10, 2010
I realized today in the Mother's Day sacrament meeting that I've come to peace with those feelings. I've rejected most of the Mormon cultural beliefs (and some of the doctrinal ones, too, but that's another story), and I'm happy with who I am as a mother. I can sit and listen to a Mother's Day talk or lesson and conclude that I respectfully disagree. I'm not going to teach Joseph something I don't believe because I'm "supposed" to. I try to teach him to be a good, giving, accepting, friendly, and just person. I'm probably not ever going to knit or sew. I may never decorate a beautiful home. I almost certainly won't get around to those twelve kids.
I have strengths and weaknesses in my execution of motherhood. I enjoy feeding my child healthy food. I'm proud that Joseph didn't know what a frozen pizza was until he was four years old (my pregnancy, Joseph's cast, and tough semester=Joseph's introduction to frozen pizza). He actually asked Marc to take a picture of it because he was so amazed that the pizza just came out of the box ready to go! On the other hand, a friend was saying something about ironing, and Joseph looked up in all innocence and asked "What is an iron?" And this is not because I iron while he is asleep! That said, I don't really think that cooking and ironing have much to do with motherhood. Those are housekeeping tasks. Instead, to me motherhood is about reading to my child, answering his never ending supply of questions, praising his good qualities and choices, and correcting his hurtful choices. A teenage boy talked about his mom today in church and said that his mother keeps her friends for life. What a wonderful tribute to a mother.
So, you had to wade through all of that rambling to get to a little report of our Mother's Day. Those of you who know me well know it pains me to post these ahead of all the other events that I'm behind on posting. But, hopefully, this will spur me to getting caught up (and blogger.com is cool in that you can rearrange the posts after posting to put them in chronological order--so I will be able to sleep at night!)
On our 2010 Mother's Day, we went to church where Joseph made his Primary singing debut in sacrament meeting. He did a great job--and I was relieved there were no embarrassing moments!
We took a great bike ride through the monuments downtown (I'm so glad for this weather and the return of our bike rides) with Joseph on his Trail-a-bike.
Finally, we had dinner in the backyard with our sweet neighbor, Bob. He said in his church, they give a red carnation to everyone whose mother is still living and a white carnation to everyone whose mother has passed away. I love that sentiment. It helps us reflect on our own mothers instead of our personal mother status (which causes so much angst in the Mormon church).
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
We arrived in Norfolk late Monday night. Tuesday, Marc went to his conference (after snapping a few pictures of the view of the harbor from our hotel balcony), and Joseph and I set out exploring.
May 5, 2010