Winner
September Weekends
10 years ago
Friday, December 24, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Be Sure to Wear a Flower in your Hair
Mom thinks I look cute.
Dad thinks I remind him of this:
I'm just not sure what I think.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Where's the Party At?
Why, yes, my daughter is sporting this season's latest hair trend. And at such a tender age. Sure is a cute mullet.
Making a Parent
Today we went to visit Liliana's daycare. It went well. It felt brief. I guess there are only so many ways to say you will pick up my baby within .00000000001 seconds of crying. And you will sooth her before all other babies. I kid (sorta). To say I'm 100% "okay" with her going to daycare would be a lie. To say I'm 1% "okay" with her going to daycare would also be a lie. To say I've grown attached to my little girl would be the understatement of the year. Perhaps century. And I'm pretty sure she's taken a liking to her mama.
I know no one can replace me and become her mother. But perhaps that's the problem. Perhaps I want someone to be so good at what they do that they become her mother. Because no one can do as good a job as me. No one knows her like I do. No one knows what she needs sooner than I. No one can ease her crying quicker than I. No one can comfort her like I do. No one loves her as much as I. Basically no one is as good at taking care of her as HER MOTHER. You follow?
Over the past several weeks I've been wavering. Wavering between being upset to my stomach, crying, lying on her bedroom floor at night while she sleeps just to eek out as much time with her as possible to feeling emotionless at the prospect of not spending my entire day with her. Going from spending 24/7 to 14/5 and 24/2. Much of which will be spent sleeping. I've prayed that the Lord would make it possible for me to stay home with her and when that wasn't immediately available I prayed that He would make me "okay" with it. That He would comfort me. Do you KNOW how painful a prayer that was? Deep down I did NOT want to be okay with it. And yet, I knew I'd have to be.
I've heard it's not the quantity of time you spend but the quality of time. But is that just a working mother's way of making herself feel better? (I can say that because I'll be one of them). Can't you have quantity AND quality? It's not going to be easy for me. And I hope it's infinitely easier for her. In the end, I know this will benefit her. She'll socialize with other children and be challenged cognitively in ways I'm sure I could not provide (though I would try and vehemently deny not being able to).
So perhaps this is what makes a parent. Doing things that aren't what YOU want. Doing things that aren't good for YOU. But maybe (hopefully) doing things SHE wants. Doing things that are good for HER.
I know no one can replace me and become her mother. But perhaps that's the problem. Perhaps I want someone to be so good at what they do that they become her mother. Because no one can do as good a job as me. No one knows her like I do. No one knows what she needs sooner than I. No one can ease her crying quicker than I. No one can comfort her like I do. No one loves her as much as I. Basically no one is as good at taking care of her as HER MOTHER. You follow?
Over the past several weeks I've been wavering. Wavering between being upset to my stomach, crying, lying on her bedroom floor at night while she sleeps just to eek out as much time with her as possible to feeling emotionless at the prospect of not spending my entire day with her. Going from spending 24/7 to 14/5 and 24/2. Much of which will be spent sleeping. I've prayed that the Lord would make it possible for me to stay home with her and when that wasn't immediately available I prayed that He would make me "okay" with it. That He would comfort me. Do you KNOW how painful a prayer that was? Deep down I did NOT want to be okay with it. And yet, I knew I'd have to be.
I've heard it's not the quantity of time you spend but the quality of time. But is that just a working mother's way of making herself feel better? (I can say that because I'll be one of them). Can't you have quantity AND quality? It's not going to be easy for me. And I hope it's infinitely easier for her. In the end, I know this will benefit her. She'll socialize with other children and be challenged cognitively in ways I'm sure I could not provide (though I would try and vehemently deny not being able to).
So perhaps this is what makes a parent. Doing things that aren't what YOU want. Doing things that aren't good for YOU. But maybe (hopefully) doing things SHE wants. Doing things that are good for HER.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
The Joy of Motherhood
And earlier today, I got peed on. I love being a mommy. Spit-up, pee, and all.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Adventures in Life with Liliana - Wedding Dress Shopping with Aunt Amy and Grandma Stacy
Daddy says I can't try one on for YEARS!!! He's SOOOOO unfair!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Go State!
Iowa State had their first football game of the season tonight.
Someone forgot to tell Liliana that they won...
Monday, August 16, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Hands
by Grace Noll Crowell
May choose the right paths for her feet.
The days are swift, the years are fleet,
Mark me alert in deed and word
As we go forward, blessed Lord:
Her precious clinging hand in mine,
With always, Lord, my hand in Thine.
My hand is large and hers is small,
And there is nothing on earth at all
More important than the task
That lies ahead of me, I ask
For wisdom, Lord, that I may lead
This child aright; her every need
Depends on me. Be Thou my guide
That I, in walking by her side,May choose the right paths for her feet.
The days are swift, the years are fleet,
Mark me alert in deed and word
As we go forward, blessed Lord:
Her precious clinging hand in mine,
With always, Lord, my hand in Thine.
Friday, July 16, 2010
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