Wednesday, June 6, 2012

"Mommy."



"Mommy," she says, "Mommy..."

"Yes, little lady? What is it?"

She reaches her hand out for me, pulling my palm onto her cheek.  "Mommy."  She holds my hand there, then squirms a little in her seat.

I know this routine well.  "Do you have to go potty?"  I ask.  She shakes her head and squirms again.

"Mommy."

"Sweetie, do you have to use the bathroom?" I ask again, already knowing the truth, and what the answer will be.

"No.  No, Mommy."

We settle back, and I watch her closely.  It is not the first time we've had this conversation, and so I wait for the moment when she cannot deny the truth a moment more.

There are times when I feel this way too.  When I know I need something, but I'm not quite sure what.  Or perhaps I don't want to look it in the face just yet.  I find in myself a longing, and I'm looking anxiously, sometimes wistfully, around.  What do I need?  What is the source of my unrest?

And all the while, He is there.  Knowing.  Waiting.  Perhaps even nudging me, ever so gently, in the proper direction.  Ready for me to acknowledge my need and to reach for the help He is so ready to give.  He offers it wordlessly, but until I am ready to take a step, we seem to be at an impasse.

There are times when I don't know how to pray what's in my heart.  In those moments, praise God,
...the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.  And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.   
                         ~Romans 8:26-27
There is a Helper.  And as I realize more and more just what it is that I need, I reach out for my Father.  My wise, knowing Father, the one who gives perfectly.  Who knows me inside out.  Whose attentive eyes are always upon me, knowing each need before I know it myself.  Who is ready, and more than able, to fill my empty spaces.

And as I reach out my hands, I hear myself speak the words he's been longing to hear.

"Abba. Father..."

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Feeding Picky Eaters


Kids are notorious for being picky eaters.  Not all kids are, of course.  But frequently young palates tend to be a little less adventurous than adults.

Then there are seasons of  more...shall we say, selective eating?  For example, a child who has always been an enthusiastic eater may one day decide that he only wants to eat noodles.  Or bread.  But eventually (hopefully!) the phase passes, and he will again start branching out.

I have first-hand experience with picky eaters.  It's no fun for any parent to deal with, and I am no exception.  I do, however, sympathize with the choosier members in my family: you see, I too was a picky eater as a child.  This trait stayed with me into my teenage years, and even into my early twenties.  It's really only been the past ten years or so that I loosened up a bit, and in the past five years I've begun to eat things I never would've dreamed of in my more "selective" days.

So while I do sigh when one of my children turns up his nose at a new dish (without even giving it a chance
), I get it.  I understand, and I try to present new foods to them in a way that encourages my kids to experiment, but without inviting a major fight.

Dish Up the Fun
One thing I've noticed recently is that the name I give to a new food can make a big difference. My husband's alma mater is Kansas State University.  K-State's school color is royal purple, and our family wears a lot of this particular hue.  When I discovered purple cauliflower at the farmers' market, we served it as "K-State Cauliflower," much to the kids' delight.  Alternately, I love this child-friendly idea of creating Hummus Flowers.  And once, after I'd made bread,  it stuck in the pan and I was faced with a result which resembled a crumpled heap more than an actual loaf.  In an act of desperation I placed a hunk of bread on each child's plate, slathered it with almond butter and jam, and dubbed them "Open-Faced Volcano Sandwiches."  I was astounded to find that they were an instant hit!

Be creative, tailor it to your family's interests, and don't take your food too seriously.  There's so much potential for fun here.

Offer Choices
I have never been willing to do "the short-order cook thing," but I have come to believe that offering choices at mealtime can be key.  Do you have children who aren't fans of vegetables?  Offer several different varieties.  Frequently our dinner table will have sugar snap peas or carrot sticks and dip as well as another vegetable, usually a cooked one.  Even if a child doesn't care for either option, he will probably feel a little more cheerful about having a choice.

Another simple option is a bowl of apple slices or another fruit your family enjoys.  Mealtimes are apt to be happier if there's at least one item on the table which your child truly likes.

Hold Dessert Hostage
The long-time rule in our home is "feel free to enjoy dessert after you finish your dinner."  We serve each child a reasonably-sized serving of the main dish, offer a choice of vegetables if possible, and often offer a optional fruit or grain-based side dish.  Each person is free to eat or not eat as they see fit, but even if they don't want the main dish or vegetable, we still serve them a "no thank you helping."   If they choose not to eat, they may have dessert another day.  Sometimes this serves to motivate, sometimes not.  But either way: if you won't eat your dinner, you needn't concern yourself dessert.

We also use this technique when it comes to subsequent servings of other dishes.  For example, the child may have another serving of apples if he takes a few bites of his peas.

Keep Trying
You've probably heard that it can take a child many different exposures to a food before he or she finally accepts it.  It can be very frustrating to try, and try, and try only to have your offerings rejected  again and again.  Nonetheless,  I recommend that you keep making attempts. At my house we try to be cool and casual about it: Your dad and I enjoy eating this, and if you'd like to try it, that's great!  But if you'd rather not, that's okay.  When I was your age, there were a lot of things I didn't like to eat.  But now I enjoy things I didn't used to.  Maybe someday you'll change your mind too.  



Just the other night I served my family roasted asparagus at dinnertime.   My 4-year-old, long known as a boy who avoids vegetables at all costs, reluctantly decided to try a bite.  (I suspect that he was lured by the idea of ice cream I'd made that afternoon.)  But he did try it, and I was astonished to hear these words come out of his mouth: "The tip is good.  I like this part.  But only the tip..."  I suggested that if he liked the tip, he might like other parts too: my words fell on deaf ears.  He'd decided the tip was alright.  And that evening, he wasn't willing to stretch any more, not an inch more.

And that's okay, too.  As a friend of mine used to say, "different people like different things."  Even as a more open-minded adult, there are still foods which I cannot stomach.  But I keep trying new things, and I'm often delighted with the results of my experimentation.

Hopefully, as we parents enjoy trying new things, our children will notice this. As they (slowly) branch out from regular peanut butter & jelly, into the world of, say, pesto grilled cheese, they just may discover that there's a whole new world of foods at their fingertips.

Once they've learned that lesson, the possibilities are endless.




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Thanks to Kristin at Bits and Pieces From My Life, Allyson at A Heart For Home and Christy at A Living Homeschool for inviting me to Guest Post this month.  It was fun, and I am honored!


Monday, June 4, 2012

10 things I learned while my husband was away fishing

For the past four days, my husband Jeff and our oldest child Benjamin have been away on a fishing trip.  From what I gather, it's been a tremendous time: Ben's first time fishing, four generations of men from my husband's family.  I'm so thankful for the time they've had to spend together, enjoying God's creation and bonding together.  I'm so thankful for the Godly men from whom my sons can learn, and see their walks of faith.

And I'm so thankful that they're getting home today.  I've missed them, and I learned a few things while they were away.  Here are the top ten.



1)  It's good to keep your mouth closed while emptying the cats' litterbox.  And it's a very good thing that my husband and Ben usually take care of that aspect of pet ownership.

2)  Giving baths makes my back ache, even when I'm not pregnant.

3)  Our family generates an enormous amount of dirt, as made obvious by the vacuum's dirt ...um, receptacle.

4)  It's good to keep your mouth closed while emptying the vacuum's dirt receptacle.

5)  I'm glad my husband tends to the kefir.  It's easy enough, but it's just one. more. thing.

6)  I would have a tremendously hard to being married to a traveling man.  Those of you who manage your households alone for weeks (or more) on end, I commend you. Big time!

7)  Best. Mother-in-law. Ever.

8)  I can see why single mothers stay up late.

9)  Adult conversation is a precious, precious thing.

10)  Cher was right.  Sooner or later, we all sleep alone.

the view from here



Saturday, June 2, 2012

another dedication


Last Sunday, Gabriel William was dedicated.  It's something we have chosen to do with each of our babies, and it is always a special day.

My husband and I stand before the church body, holding our child, and declare that we intend to raise the baby to in the ways of the Lord.  And the church body, in turn, pledges to support and supplement us in this.

I am so grateful for our church, the family and fellowship we enjoy there.

Friday, May 18, 2012

I almost went out today.

I almost went out today.  I had a chance to, you see.  Jeff's parents had taken my four oldest blessings on an adventure for the afternoon.  Jeff had begun a long weekend away - nothing dramatic, just the climax of several months of overwork and stress at the office.  I found myself alone with my baby on a sunny, pleasant afternoon.

It was tempting.  I loved the thought of strolling down the sidewalk with my baby in the sling, stopping in the children's resale shop, swinging by the library to pick up a book.  In many ways I wanted to do just that.

But Gabe was fussy and I had several projects I'd been itching to work on.  There was dough souring to make muffins. And I have a babysitter coming in the morning so that I can still make my hair appointment, and I have a little extra time built in there.  So instead of going out, I cuddled my baby until naptime.  After he was asleep I tackled my projects, dug myself out of a couple of mountains' worth of laundry, and tackled another project.

So instead of going out, I stayed home.  And when my baby awoke after a gloriously long nap (I do not take those for granted!)...

 I felt rather refreshed, myself.  Even without going out.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

mother's day this year

In my home, Mother's Day this year began early.  It started with the usual the-baby-spat-up-in-bed-and-is-now-up-for-the-day, just before six o'clock.  Right on schedule.  No exception on Mother's Day.

But shortly after that, my day took a dramatic turn for the better.  I won't give you the blow by blow, but I will give you the highlights.

~A half an hour of complete and utter solitude in the bathroom.  Priceless.

~Breakfast prepared for the family by Jeff.  He even included some of the Sourdough English Muffins I'd made on Friday (my new obsession).  Everything was delicious!

~A collection of precious cards, presented with beaming smiles and a hug which literally took my breath away for a few seconds.  So precious.


~My husband took the kids to church with him (we drive separately because my husband goes a bit early and stays late.  He'll often take some of them, but today he took all of them along.  This gave me a good 40 minutes of leisure time.  I chose to take a my new book outside and read in the sunshine.  It. Was. Glorious. So relaxing!



~A stunningly beautiful day.  Thank you, Lord!

~Lunch out.  Bacon cheeseburger with caramelized onions.  'Nough said.

~An afternoon outside enjoying the gorgeous summer-like weather.  Bathing suits, running through the sprinkler.  Checking the garden, soaking up the sun.  Popsicles.  Heavenly!



To be honest, each year I try to go into this day with fairly low expectations.  Then when my clothes get urped on right off the bat...when I find myself up to my elbows in a diaper blow-out...when regular life threatens to mar the shiny, polished, idealized Dream of a Perfect Mother's Day - well, it's easier to keep perspective.  This year my day was a lovely gift, but also a reminder to find the moments of undeniable beauty in our crazy, "typical" life.

I am blessed.

I hope all of you had a pleasant day - whether you are a mother or not!