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Sunday, April 26, 2009

A tribute to all you moms out there....

This was sent to me by my sister and really touched a nerve.  I think all the moms out there will appreciate this before Mother's Day....



         It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?’ Obviously, not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.  I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?  Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer,'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'   I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.  She's going; she's going; she is gone!                               

            One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England.  Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in.  I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself.  I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.  I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:

'To My Dear Friend , with admiration for the greatness of what you are  building when no one sees.'  

In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.  A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied,'Because God sees'.  I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.  It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral,but you can't see right now what it will become.'   

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.                                                  

            When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add 'you're going to love it there.' As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women. 


Thursday, April 2, 2009

Ice Cube Pancakes?


Well, its been about a month since my last post probably due to lack of inspiration and my busy schedule.  I also have been wanting to change the tone of the blog to more "doctor" than "mom", but this is proving to be harder than I thought, so it, with so many other ideas, will remain on the back burner for now.  But, stay tuned.

Anyway, Reagan has been wanting/demanding more homemade breakfast lately.  She especially loves chocolate chip pancakes, and, unfortunately, they don't have these in the freezer variety.  So as part of my continuing quest to make my domestic life simpler, I thought up the idea of ICE CUBE PANCAKES.

Simply whip up the batter (double recipe to maximize efficiency) and fill up the ice cube trays.  Pop them out individually onto the pan and serve.  I haven't tried them yet, but I can't see why it wouldn't work.  Brilliant!

Hopefully the kids will start to see me as the domestic goddess that I consider myself to be. Doubtful.


Thursday, March 5, 2009

A Marathon of Cooking...


Today I embarked on a new project with the help of my friend (and trainer), Lisa McDonald.  She inspired me to cook in bulk to try to minimize my preparation needed each night for dinner.  This is an excellent idea for most women I know who want to cook, but lack the time (and energy) to prepare.  She was the expert and was nice enough to plan the menu, make up the grocery list and even help me with the execution. Love that girl!!

So we made....

  • Turkey Chili (Deer Valley's recipe that I LOVED on my trip)
  • Turkey Meatballs
  • homemade Marinara
  • Chicken Marsala
  • Mustard Chicken 
  • Chicken Parmigian
  • Lasagna


WOW!  It took us from 8:30 until 4 pm but now I think that I have enough food for almost a MONTH of dinners for Randy and me.  If you think you are interested in this type of project, let me know and I'll keep you posted on how I like it.  I'll try everything first before posting the recipes to let you know which are the most successful.

The most important part of this is the special FOOD SAVER device that Lisa brought over.  It is a handy machine that seals the food airtight to allow it to freeze better and will also allow for easy defrosting.  Above you can see a sampling of each of the meals which are just the right amount for the 2 of us each night.


Saturday, February 21, 2009

You know you are a mom when...

Today I was thinking just about how much my life has changed in the last 3 years.  I was getting my hair done and I reached into my purse to get my wallet and pulled out a diaper (it was clean, but still...), the next thing I pulled out was one of Reagan's little toy cars...and it prompted me to post this...

I hope that all my mom friends and readers will add to this list... (some of these are mine, some are inspired by others)



-You reach into any of your coat pockets and can find suckers, pretzels or goldfish.

-You don't think its strange to put your nose into your kid's butt to smell if they have a poop.

-You would catch spit up or throw up in your hand to protect the carpet.

-Your car may only be a couple weeks old, but it is full of crap and the back seat is trashed.

-You will drive MILES out of your way for a drive thru Starbucks because not getting out of the car is priceless.

-You go to Target twice a week and find it hard to get out of there without spending under $100.

-You look forward to going to work just to have some alone time.

-You can read your child their favorite book without looking.  And get it EXACTLY right.

-You know ALL the words to the theme songs to Dora, Backyardigans, Wiggles and Little Einsteins.  And secretely, you like them.

-It is a triumph if you shower by noon.

-You have a sign on your door that forbids anyone from ringing the doorbell.

-You leave the house with spit up on your shirt and don't have time to care if someone notices.

-You know exactly what your baby wants by the way they cry.

-You think that being a mommy is the hardest and best job in the world.


Thursday, February 12, 2009

Whitney Turns 1!!


Whitney's birthday was marked by many cakes and her first steps. Here's some pictures from the celebration. Happy Birthday Mitters!