I continuously have these thoughts/moments/memories on my mind that I want to share. Things I want to write down for the kids. Things I want to remember, myself, about these busy days in our life. (A mixed blessing about my mind.. it's always full of thoughts & ideas.. sometimes too many of them.. and they don't easily go away.)
Sometimes we get busy & I don't find time to spill them out into shared form. So these lists start growing in my head.
I've got a pretty good list going on right now.
Probably the last on the list at any given time, is a post about myself.
In a way, everything I share tells something about myself. What I share about the kids tells (hopefully) how I feel about raising them, what's important to me, and how much I appreciate & adore them. The same goes for when I share about wildflowers or walks in the woods, I suppose this is revealing about me things that I care about.
But, just me- I feel kind of funny writing a post about myself, and don't very often.
Here's the deal though.. I'm barely ever in photos. I'm ok with that for the most part - I'm far more comfortable behind the camera than in front of it. But there are times when I feel a little sad that I don't have more photos of me with my children, with them when they were babies, even photos of me with my great big belly, carrying them. Photos that tell the story of me doing what I’ve been doing these past fourteen years.
And so once in a while I get this crazy concern in my head (doing what it does again) that my children won't remember things about me.. what I looked like, etc. They won't have photos to generate memories of the moments I spend with them (though hopefully, they'll see the love behind the lens, knowing I was right there in those moments with them.)
I was going to do so for Mother's Day. I was determined my birthday in June would be a good time to get around to it. Another month went by & here I am.
Two days ago, for the first time in my life, I saw a snake & didn’t run or shriek. It may have helped that I could only see it’s small neck (do snakes have necks?) and head, and not the whole slithery body - it’s that slither that gives me creepy crawlies just typing about it. I stayed calm, and didn’t move away. I tried to face my fear. (I really prefer to call it disgust.. I know they aren’t harmful, and so I’m not afraid.. but ISH, do I get disgusted.)
I am not an early morning person by nature. But if I happen to open an eye even partially at the crack of dawn & see a pink sky, I jump out of bed to grab my camera & watch the sunrise.
This happened yesterday morning.
Agreeing on names for our children was one (or five) of the most difficult decisions I’ve made.
If Mitch hadn’t shot down my ideas, we may have had a Brendan, Redmond, Charlie, Daphne or Scottie, & Bruce. If we'd had another girl, we may have had an Eeva Emilia (borrowing from my Finnish heritage.) I played with the name Kristiana, as well.
I’ve had a hernia for 4-5 years, since I was expecting Beau, that I should have fixed. One of these days.
I'm not much for doctoring. I like to thinks it's partially why the kids are strong like bulls. They have next to never been on antibiotics. Three of them never, two of them just once in their lives. Germs are ok, and so are fevers.. they are a part of childhood, and the human body doing what it is supposed to.
I can’t wait to paint our living room again. Living color has been proof to me that I prefer to dwell in lighter, airy colors that act as a canvas to what our family adds to our home. Sweet Tea is nice, but has got to go.
I had a 3-wheeler accident once. Flipping though the air, it landed on me after I landed in a swamp. I was about 14. My left leg never fully recovered, I'm self conscious about it.
My only tangible regret in life is my tattoo. I got it for my 15th birthday. I’m self conscious about this, too.
If I could change it, I would.
During the summer months, I don’t enforce much of a bedtime for the kids. Bedtime is when the day is done & they are tired. The clock on the wall is less relevant than the sun in the sky.
One of my favorite memories so far this summer was being out in the yard with the kids, in the late darkness, under a starry sky, spotting & chasing fireflies. If I’d have enforced a bedtime, we would have missed the fireflies - and the awe of Beau’s first memorable encounter with them was much too good to be missed. When school comes again we'll go back onto a schedule. Summers are our free time.
I’ve been wanting to go to the Porcupine Mountains & Picture Rocks National Lakeshore for years. I think we’re pretty lucky to live as close as we do to one of the greatest lakes on earth, and would like to explore it more.
My dad (and ONLY my dad.. except for Uncle Stewart, once.) calls me Sal. I should eat more vegetables. I like Junior Mints.
I don't like fake or phony. I'm a fan of genuine, authentic, & real. In every sense.
Beau & I sometimes dance (and do kung fu) to the Kung Fu Fighting song. And I have this secret enthusiasm for ABBA, that only exists in our kitchen. They (is ABBA a "they?") make me dance. (only in our kitchen!)
I hope to have a sauna someday. We have plans for one. But life is full & our plans don't happen quite as fast as they once did. I miss taking saunas so much.
I love maps & atlases. My most recent map explorations have been to New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, & Prince Edward Island.
This is me when I was a little girl. That was my favorite Benji shirt. I broke my arm the summer I turned four. I remember how my arm itched inside the heavy cast. I still have the same crazy cowlic.