Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Mesmerized


You sleep and I am utterly mesmerized. 
I want for you all that life in this broken world does not promise.
Your heart is so full of hope and abundant joy. 
You never hesitate to question that which you do not approve. 
If I could pave the road for you, remove the speed bumps, 
equip you to foresee every danger before you're upon it, 
guard you from every harm, I would. 
If I could open every good thing to you, give you joy everlasting,
make the days for you be sunshine, and fill your life with love, only, I would.

Always run {the race set before you} and when you are too tired to run, 
keep moving forward, even if you must resort to a crawl. 
Rely on those He gives to you {including your brothers}.
You are my tiny human and I'm completely in love with you.


Thursday, May 05, 2016

As darkness descends

the boy club is racing around the porch with dump trucks in hand. Jevy is practicing a gentle canter, deciphering whether the canter or the trot is more efficient. Madigan is full steam ahead at a dead gallop. Paugie is consistent with one pace - his own (something between a gentle trot and a walk). Kelty may be the smallest, but he has discovered that keeping to the inner circle on the loop gives him a definitive advantage in keeping pace with the bros. They should be in bed, I know. Something tells me that these gallops in the cool air and the almost darkness are good - deep down. It's on their faces, each one.



As we played in the rain yesterday, I thought to myself that there is a certain wonder in it all - the loud splatter of the puddles, the laughter, the rain drops dripping off eye lashes, the mud covered bodies and energy of the whole process. Water is not always so pleasant or welcome in my days, however, and each of my darlings seems to gravitate toward it's negative use in his own unique way. Madigan is persistently manning the outside hose in the general direction of his brothers as we prepare to leave the house (i.e. when dry clothes would be much appreciated). I have decided to put a recording of myself saying, "Paugie, turn off the water" on auto repeat for the countless hours that he spends in the bathroom washing his hands and everything else in the bathroom. Jevy has taken up permanent residence at the kitchen sink where he submerges everything within reach if there is any dishwater present - hence my cleaning routine has been substantially altered. Kelty is a refrigerator water terror. The fridge water must remain on lock down at all times, or the kitchen and the underhappenings of the fridge sit in a rather daunting puddle lake.



I find these days are filled with so much joy and fulfillment in conjunction with the challenges of human nature colliding with human nature. It is a perfect training ground for us to each learn how to love more relentlessly, to forgive readily, to give even when it's painful, and to try, try again to do better tomorrow. I think life gives us ample opportunity to find the end of ourselves and realize we must take another step forward. Though these small(ish) humans have yet to discover their limitations, they readily display the aspects of themselves which may afford them challenges ahead.



Madigan's impulsive willingness to take command and implement what he perceives is required - a strength to be sure, as long as he doesn't mow down everyone else in the process. He must learn to take into account the others who are placed alongside him, value their feedback, carefully weigh their opinions, help equip them, encourage them (as every great leader would), and rally them for his cause.



Paugie's gentle self relies quite heavily upon others to assist when he encounters tasks he would rather not face - and he readily falls to pieces when assistance is not offered. He must realize that he is incredibly strong, and with the countless hours he has had to deflect the onslaught of the ferocious tiger he lives alongside, he has had and will continue to have much practice in using his strength to bring about much good. That strength combined with his kindness toward and insight into others will make him invaluable to the world of which he is a part.




Jevy's obsession with learning and understanding the nature of how things work, how the world spins around him, why it must be as it is - it sometimes makes him forget to take into account the human hearts around him and their need for him to be present and participating. He must remember to love, first, to share the reflections of his beautiful heart with those around him, even as he solves the problems of the world and makes it better because he's in it.



Kelty is confident and exuberant about waking up in the morning and living out the day ahead, and he relies too heavily upon his own self will, charm and seemingly unstoppable capabilities. He must remember to lean upon those around him (his brothers, for example), to seek their advice, to ask for assistance when he needs it, to remember that they are more important than any plan he might have in creation in his brilliant mind. He, too, can change the world, so he must remember to hold the hands of those who love him fiercely - those he can trust with every fiber.




Sunday, May 01, 2016

It's not your story.

Earlier: 
Paugie was being reprimanded for an ill choice and Madigan asked me what the full repercussions of Paugie's poor decision might be. I said, "Madigan, it's not your story. It's Paugie's story and the repercussions will be his, not yours." 

Later: 
As we painted another part of this dear old house, Madigan unexpectedly remarked: 
"Mama, every person has a story." 
"That's true" 
"But, Mama, I think that every person has a song, too." 
"What do you mean?" 
"Well, they each sound different and play out their song differently... " 
"Right, you mean like everyone's song has a different tune, and theme and volume?" 
"Yeah, like that." 
"Do you think God is the writer of their song?" 
"I think so, but I'm writing it too. Like, we're writing it together."
"That makes sense. And you live your life alongside others like Paugie and the rest of your brothers, and He's writing their songs too. So, when you're working alongside your brothers your songs can play in harmony." 
"What's harmony?" 
"Well, the easiest way to describe it is notes that sound better when they're played together." 
"When Paugie and I argue, we don't sound good together." 
"Right. In music that would be dissonance." 

You are such a thinker my Tiger. Remember, God writes your song, but he adjusts it according to who you are. It's your song and He's writing with you and because of you. I love your song! 

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Is it true? Is it true? Is it true?

As I sipped my morning coffee, Paugie tapped my arm and said, "Mama, is it true? Is it true? Is it true?" "Is what true, my dear boy?" "Is it true that you are the queen?" I'm not sure where you gleaned that information, but... let's just say yes. For today. :-)

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We've been battling the flu for weeks, and I started to feel pretty hopeless at the beginning of this week as yet another day was passed in complete worthlessness for the majority of us. We've suffered in a fair degree of luxury, however, resting in hammocks in the shade on sunny days. Madigan even mastered the art of barfing over the side of the hammock, with relative ease and none of that unnecessary rush to the bathroom.

I lay very still on the couch, feeling strong enough to close my eyes and do absolutely nothing. Within minutes, I was surrounded by a pile of boys, all laying closely next to me. One was above my head stroking my hair, one behind me sandwiched between me and the back of the couch, one on top of me and one curled up at my feet. They stayed in their respective places for over 30 minutes and I felt so incredibly rich. These tender hearts are so full of love which they give freely in each of their unique ways and in every place in which they find themselves.

Lest you be concerned that this household is one reflective of peace and harmony alone, be assured we have an abundant share of squabbles in the ranks (usually followed up with some quality solo time for each squabble participant) and Mama meltdowns. As each day passes us by, our weeks are filled with all that is life, both ugly and beautiful. In this flu-filled week we finally received a clean bill of health for the beloved Scottish Terrier who manages this family, after an almost 13 week battle with pneumonia. Wahoo! In the same week, we managed to kill Mama's computer with a prodigious helping of hot tea (thank you Shmelty Caleb).

We have nearly beaten this beast that has ailed us and today is another sunny day. So, here's to more hammock happiness and the running of little feet that finally have the energy to carry on the famed dump truck races.

Pics from this week: 

Happy Girl


Paws up! Pneumonia free! 


Flu therapy


Basking in sunshine and the wonder of baby chicks


 was able to talk the redhead into a nap


Valiant and "her babies".


Beauty surrounds us - love the springtime flowers





Kelty got his first boo boo requiring a bandage. "Broken" toe (skinned the tip of it). 


Sunday, April 17, 2016

Remodeling our fixer upper

This was our basement before. It had filthy, 20 year old carpet, florescent lights, holes in the ceiling, stains on the walls from former water leaks, and the pungent smell of mold. 





The outside of the house had white paint of various shades. 


Madigan and I removed a large shelving unit and then Madigan, Declan and I ripped up the carpeting, with the assumption that there would be mold underneath. Upon doing so, we discovered that there wasn't any obvious mold, but there was a layer of 40 year old linoleum that was badly chipped and aged. I chipped up the remaining flooring and found black mold covering the concrete beneath. After getting it all up, I sealed it with an oil-based sealant and we prepared to paint. The boys grabbed their rollers and the floor transformation began! 


Off with the old (room) and on with the new (room)! 





We set up the little corner with books and an Edison lamp. 


Lastly, we painted the outside of the house to match a color in the bricks, as well as the front flower bed and sidewalk. 








chicks and giggles


My gang. 


Hangin' out in the hammock. 


Those brothers love each other. 


The Scot that manages our household. 


Tea time with Mama, in the hammock. 


First-born's solution for a runaway grocery cart (bungie cord).


Chick love. 


These babies have been held at least 200 times each, in the past 2 days. 





The nursery. 


He's SUCH A HAM! 

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Unstoppable



Ultimate problem solver. Leader of the band of bros. Determined.

You are a creative problem solver, offering solutions to any obstacles you encounter, be they imposed by your surroundings, your parents, your brothers or by mishaps of the universe. You are eager to roll up your sleeves, work hard, and to bring about great change to things that need it (like this old Fixer Upper house we call home). You gallop through your day, inspiring the rest of us, as we feel the wind of you passing by us. You care for your brothers with fierce loyalty and love. Today I saw you tear down a hill on your sled, with no regard to danger, showing the world that you are ready to take on the challenges it dares to throw your way. A minute later, you picked up one of your new baby chicks, holding it tenderly and speaking softly to it. How can one person be so much?! You truly are my Bundle. 


Perceptive. Kind. Gentle Paugie. 

As you sprayed me with the hose you were supposed to have turned off many moments before, your horror was so perfectly blended with your complete delight. You passionately love your Mama, Daddy and brothers. You ferociously defend yourself and others against (usually correctly) perceived injustice. You build intricate train tracks for your trains and creative machines out of legos. You are always available to snuggle and give a hearty hug. You are completely beloved to me. 


Scientist. Thinker. Loves prodigiously. 

I looked into your bleary eyes, and you reached for me, imploring me to hold you tightly and kiss your sickness away. Within minutes of rocking you in the hammock, you were fast asleep. An hour later, your eyes opened and were bright and full of joy. When you realized I was still holding you, you laid your curly head on my chest and held my hand tightly in yours. Please let me pause and keep these moments through the expanse of time that will inevitably separate us, even just in seasons. You are ever experimenting, testing the bounds of nature (gravity, mostly) and exploring the possibilities to decipher what is acceptable and unacceptable (to the parental figures). You, I treasure. 


Inquisitive. Expressive. Unstoppable. 

I stripped you of your ringing wet clothing (thank you big bros) and wrapped you up in your blue blanket, and you smiled at me and exclaimed "Whhhhheaaayahhh!", which I think means, "I love this!" Watching you mimic your brothers, drive your dumptruck around at full gallop (sometimes to the detriment of your body), test the lines that have been drawn for you to thrive within, and throw yourself at every possibility with boundless enthusiasm, I am speechless - in awe and delightful wonder. 

Photo credit to Gwenn McCaleb