Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. I hope that this day finds you relaxing and taking a few moments for yourself. My morning has started out wonderfully – sleeping in as much as possible (almost made 8am!), coffee in bed, time to write and my cute littles helping Jon with breakfast.
I became a mom in 2009 when Katharine came into this world. It seemed like a long time coming with a miscarriage along the way. My mind was blown away by this little package of joy (and tears) that we had created. Jon and I lived in Phoenix and brought this little bundle home to our small apartment, not knowing what we had gotten into.
Today, we are blessed with a caring, intelligent, strong, opinioned little 7 1/2 year old who is out to take on the world. She makes me smile every day. Posed below helping with Mother’s Day brunch preparation.
Two years and 4 months later, our family became complete when Matthew was born. By this time, we had settled back into Park City and I thought I had this mom thing down. 1 + 1 definitely equaled way more than 2. Matthew was a calm little one, just rolling with it when his two year old sister gave him aggressive hugs and tried to “help.”
Matthew just turned five years old, and has fully lived up to his nickname (#shifty), so pictures of him not moving are hard to find. He is one of the most kind, earnest kids I have ever met. He loves life and makes us laugh daily. I have never met a five year old who builds Legos like he can, and he still snuggles me every morning. Posed below at his first ever t-ball game.
Being a mother is more than I ever imagined. It has challenged me to slow down and take it in, with the knowledge that these days won’t last forever. Here are a few things that I have learned in the last seven years that in reflection have helped me to become a better person.
- Being a mom means being comfortable with constant change. Early in Katharine’s life I remember thinking, I have finally figured this thing out (happened to be relative to her sleeping). The next day maybe even the next hour, things changed. Before kids, I thought I had life figured out. I had a plan, and overall things seemed to go according to the plan. Now, that just doesn’t work (it probably wasn’t working before either). Having kids makes it incredibly obvious that you have to be flexible.
- Being a mom has helped me enjoy the journey so much more. Often times before kids, I would set a goal and celebrate when I reached it. Not a bad thing, but what I missed in that process was enjoying the actual journey. With my kids, the journey is the fun. Matthew is learning t-ball right now, and last week I went to his game and just giggled the whole time as they ran all over the field doing about everything but playing t-ball.
- Being a mom means you have to understand your values. The clearer that I have been on what matters to me, what I value, the better I am for my kids. One of the strongest examples of this for me has been with working out. I have had an on and off love affair with fitness my entire life. The last four years I have refocused myself on being strong and fit in order to live the healthiest life I can. I value this and now so do my kids.
- Being a mom means little eyes are always watching. I want to role model for Katharine and Matthew that you can be a confident, smart, caring mom and worker at the same time. I hope that this helps them to know that anything is possible.
- Being a mom is about helping my kids make their own dreams come true. We talk about this a lot with together. We can’t do it for them, it is about them identifying what their dreams are, working hard to make them happen and enjoying their own journey.
I am humbled by how lucky I feel on this Mother’s Day. Being a mom is the best.
What a great day. One that helps me to envision what the next ten years may feel like (knock on wood our kids still like us for ten years). We went to our first Broadway musical as a family. It was a big kid thing, with Matthew turning five in a few weeks.
My loves got all dressed up, and we took off for an outing as a family date. An awesome show, great company, and a day to reflect on how lucky that I am. The most memorable part of the day was Matthew on my lap at the theater, clapping in earnest, yelling “Bravo” at the end of the first act.
Art through the eyes of a child. He was in awe of the performance, and in reflection, I am in awe of him. Sometimes you forget how amazing the things are that you get to live, until you see them through the eyes of a child.
We are in major transition as a family. About 14 months ago we started building a new home, and we are in the final steps of the construction project. In preparation to move to the new place, we put our current house on the market and it sold, and quickly. So today, we moved all of our stuff out of the old home and moved into temporary living until our new house is done. It is crazy…this home is the first that Jon and I have ever owned. I love that both Jon and I, and our kids, have grown up here.
Ten years! It is hard to believe. What an amazing ten years it has been. I thought I would share just a few of my favorite moments.
- The day we found the house. We had just moved back to Utah and were driving around the Park City neighborhoods. We drove by our house, and new it was a winner. Later that day, after our realtor took us inside, we confirmed it was the one…bad decor and all.
- The projects! Over the first few years, it was a never ending projects. From the little ones, like adding cabinet hardware, to the full house painting project, we did it all ourselves. It was hard work, but a fun set of memories, including painting the monster green wall!
- Buying our first furniture together. These were huge decisions often taking months of research. Seems funny today, as it would be luxury to have months to research a couch. But, the research served us well. As we leave the house, we are selling/giving away a lot of our original furniture, well worn and full of memories.
- Snow! Love it or hate it, Blacksmith Road has gotten some doozies of winter storms over the years. We love it. I am sure that our new place will be just as much of a winter wonderland (assuming global warming doesn’t make the snow go away).
- Dinner parties. Jon and I love the dinner party. Our deck and our dining room had many a fun party over the last ten years. Some of the most memorable were our east-coast ski visitors flying in lobsters or crab cakes to bring a little of the east coast our way. Or the endless burger-press grill outs, including many a Cutthroat.
- Leaving the house for Phoenix in 2008, and putting it on the market. What a great time to put your house on the market, huh?!? So lucky that it never sold. I remember vividly driving away from Park City for the first time. Some bittersweet memories.
- Coming home, finally. When Katharine was three weeks old, we moved back to Park City from Phoenix. I remember when I brought Katharine into the house for the first time. Jon was driving up from Phoenix, and I had made the journey, bravely, with our three week old on an airplane alone. The peace I felt as I walked into the house was refreshing after the two year crazy-land we lived in in Arizona.
- Bringing Matthew home from Park City hospital as a newborn. Katharine trying to help carry Matthew into the house as the strong-willed little two year old.
- The moments with our kids. From Katharine’s first steps, to her first bike rides without training wheels, to sibling love and fighting, to Matthew’s recent crazy dance moves, our kids started their lives in this house and I will never forget how we all grew up together.
- Moments with our friends and family. The beauty of living in a ski town is that people come to visit. We have had so many visitors over ten years stay with us, ski with us and laugh with us. I hope that continues in our new place. There is more fun to be had!
- Jon. My life is better because of him. Ten of our thirteen married years were in this house, and I love him and our life more today than I did the day we crossed our fingers and signed the papers to buy this place hoping that we weren’t in over our heads.
What a wonderful ten years of memories. I am sad to leave, but happy for the next step. I can’t wait to great 10+ more at the new place!
Time is such a hard thing to keep in perspective.
Sometimes you wish it away, like those moments you are sick in bed with the flu and you just want your sickness to be over with. You hope beyond hope that time will pass faster so you can get back to normal.
Sometimes you wish to relive it, like those moments you reminisce about your past. The “remember when…” moments that seem to grow in frequency as you get older.
Sometimes you wish for more of it, like those moments when your list of things to do is longer than time allows.
Sometimes it moves slow, but for me most times it moves fast.
After watching Katharine’s preschool graduation yesterday, I am simply grateful for the time I have had being a mommy to this precious little one. It is amazing how she has grown and what a wonderful caring, little person she has become.
“I just wanna make you laugh. I just wanna see that smile. Babe, we’re only here, oh, for a little while. I just wanna hold you till we fall asleep. I want love, I want us, I want you, I want me, I want peace.” – O.A.R.
We have been fighting sickness in our house for what feels like the entire winter. One of us gets sick, then the other, then Mom which takes everything down. On this late-April weekend in Park City, rain and snow have graced us with their presence waking up to a 3-4″ layer of white on everything, including our spring tulips. We decided to take it as a weekend just to hunker down in our house and be at “peace.” No commitments to anyone, no plans, just each other.
This morning as I prepared some bacon and eggs for breakfast, Matthew was building a whole scene in the living room – Dusty Crophopper was being rescued by the Fire and Rescue helicopter while Katharine was preparing for class at her art table. She was a 13 year old that can drive to school, and is practicing her cursive writing. In this land of pretend, O.A.R’s song “Peace” came on our stereo and both kids starting belting out the above lyrics almost subconsciously.
What a good memory to capture on my blog. I am grateful to have the life that I have. Today it isn’t marketing meets motherhood, it is must motherhood and being at peace.
Sometimes during the tantrums, the sibling fights over toys, and during the crazy schedule I try to run, I can forget the joy of what I have in front of me. This weekend when we were out to brunch with Matthew, I captured Matthew at his finest. He is kind, energetic, inquisitive (what’s that mom?), and loving. His eyes tell stories and he makes me smile.
This last week at work I had the opportunity to hear Chris Williams speak of his personal story of letting go. He lost his wife and two children to a drunk driving accident almost ten years ago. He spoke of forgiveness and moving forward with his life. It was an unforgettable moment for me to listen to his story. His humbleness, quiet power and gratefulness for the life he has lived helped me to take a deep breath. How many times do I harbor anger for something that has happened to me? How many times have I carried this frustration throughout my days, letting it inadvertently control me? Chris framed forgiveness as a selfish act, saying that the act of letting go helped him to move forward. Wow. What a powerful thing to remember when things don’t go as I want them to go. Here is to hoping that I never have to face something as tragic as Chris to learn this.
For now, I am grateful for the moments. This weekend we enjoyed so much fun together…skiing together, playing pretend together, building castles and jails for Matthew’s infamous “mean guy” together, and snuggling as a family of four squeezed into our queen-sized bed. Sometimes life seems hard, sometimes I have no energy, but always I feel lucky. Lucky to have this little Matthew in my life, lucky that Katharine is his big sister, and incredibly blessed to have Jon to share it with me.
Had a wonderful weekend with just our family. I realize sitting here on Sunday night that we had literally no plans this weekend other than Katharine’s soccer game which was ultimately cancelled due to rain. I can’t remember the last time our weekend was so unplanned. And, it was wonderful. Just a few days of enjoying what I have and feeling lucky. So, a commitment for this evening….keep enjoying.