Hey friends,
I'm looking into changing the content of the blog to serve a bigger purpose. I don't know about you but every time I'm on social media I walk away thinking that I'm somehow behind, whether that's in parenting or life in general. When I started noticing this feeling I realized that complaining wasn't helping. Instead I'd like to be a part of my own solution. We can all agree that the internet is not going anywhere and that social media is firmly a part of our lives and will continue to be so as technology advances. With that, I find it important to learn to have a healthier relationship with the spaces we communicate our lives on.
While thinking about all of the above I thought to make this blog a place of encouragement instead of comparison. And to kick off this experience I'm starting with a series of interviews highlighting ordinary people who have overcome extraordinary phases in their lives.
I'd like each person who reads the blog to walk away feeling either inspired, hopeful and seeing the more positive aspects of their lives more brightly.
Looking forward to hearing your life aha moments!
Friday, 6 July 2018
Tuesday, 12 June 2018
Hope
Happy June friends.
I thought to write a message of hope.
Often life gives us an opportunity to grow beyond our interest. Have you ever felt that your crossroads are too challenging to overcome?
It is in such moments that we need to ask ourselves intelegent questions of growth. Such as: What is this supposed to teach me?
It is too easy to fall under the trap of doubt. Doubting your ability to overcome, to grow and to learn. Every life obstacle is an opportunity. It is a glorious gift that should be honored.
There's a quote I love which says "doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith".
Stay in the course of your life and become a student of your circumstances. It is better to learn than to worry.
My love to you.
I thought to write a message of hope.
Often life gives us an opportunity to grow beyond our interest. Have you ever felt that your crossroads are too challenging to overcome?
It is in such moments that we need to ask ourselves intelegent questions of growth. Such as: What is this supposed to teach me?
It is too easy to fall under the trap of doubt. Doubting your ability to overcome, to grow and to learn. Every life obstacle is an opportunity. It is a glorious gift that should be honored.
There's a quote I love which says "doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith".
Stay in the course of your life and become a student of your circumstances. It is better to learn than to worry.
My love to you.
Tuesday, 30 January 2018
Your Beautiful
I've found myself getting more and more obsessed with YouTube beauty gurus.
These women are talented. Some are professional makeup artists while others are skilled moms who just know how to work a brush and blend really well. They are self educated in make-up brands and have developed undeniable capabilities in face transformation. And it is clear that their passion is an art form.
One of the most popular of this art form is contouring. And when it first became a phenomenon I too was intrigued at the idea of a higher jaw line. Although I'll admit that I could never cultivate the time nor the patience to get it right. I have a deep respect for those who do schedule moments to follow a rigorous makeup routine. But just like art class in high school, this is a subject I probably wouldn't pass. Here, the skin is the canvas and each woman works with textures, colours, a variety of brushes, there's even a primer and something to set or bake the face. And this remarkable process is to create their individual version of beauty.
This version of that beauty is based on the subconscious definition of what is attractive in their eyes. They don't paint their faces to attract men, it is to tell the world who they are. To bring out whatever level of confidence lies beneath the skin.
It is their skin.
The layer which they choose to show the world. And yes one might argue that it's just make up. But is it? Can you tell someone who has spent 45mins to an hour to create a "beat face", that it's just makeup?
This multi billion dollar industry is clearly a significant part of most women's lives, regardless of colour or background. And I myself have contributed my own cents to those billions. Just as the YouTube beauty gurus, I too want to look my best, even with my poor blending skills. While watching one of these tutorials I heard my favorite Youtuber refer to her contour kit as a "nose job in a container". Before continuing, let's give her credit for the play in words. It was these words that made me pause, re-watch and listen again. I was then interrupted by the still small voice in my head. That voice whispered to me something that I immediately wanted to reject..."could contouring be a subtle form of racism against self"?
After further thought I began to see that contouring presents yet another unattainable beauty standard. The world has momentarily shifted from the focus on a thinner frame and replaced it with an emphasis on a thinner face. The connecting fiber here of course is that society's perceived standard of beauty continues to be the eurocentric ideal. In a general sense, black women have a wider nose. And again, generally speaking, Asian women have rounder faces. And with these thoughts, this technique just leaves me feeling unsettled.
And while we're here, let's explore the idea of what is meant by looking your best? Does it mean your nose needs to appear slimmer, thanks to the nose job in a box. Does your face really need to create an illusion of being something either than what it truly is?
As previously mentioned, I too have added my coins to the continuously booming makeup industry. Yet with recent purchases I've found it crucial to question my intention. Am I buying this to hide myself? Is this to enhance what is already there? And if it is to hide seeming imperfections, I try to remember that every action is born from a thought which comes from a feeling. And those feelings are real. They often come from a place of not feeling enough as I am. It is needing to change some aspect of myself to fit whatever is the current "look" in order to be seen as an attractive woman. Because let's face it, we live in a space where it is mostly us women who are expected to change our natural appearance, so that the world can fit us into a box of their understanding.
Is it possible to accept me as just me? To accept you as just you?
Why does confidence have to be the result of an adjusted face?
Does that self assurance still exist if there's no makeup at hand? And yes, I've heard it said that in order to feel your best you need to look your best. If that is true, then surely the work needs to be done in deciding what your best really is.
Then maybe looking your best may need to come from feeling your best. And I dare say that our best cannot be defined by an altered image.
Even as I write this I am conflicted as I admire the work that goes into creating a makeup look. Yet I despise the notion that beauty is designated to one certain look. It's a bland thought that needs to pass over. And at the risk of sounding cliche, beauty needs to be left undefined and surely unrestricted.
These women are talented. Some are professional makeup artists while others are skilled moms who just know how to work a brush and blend really well. They are self educated in make-up brands and have developed undeniable capabilities in face transformation. And it is clear that their passion is an art form.
One of the most popular of this art form is contouring. And when it first became a phenomenon I too was intrigued at the idea of a higher jaw line. Although I'll admit that I could never cultivate the time nor the patience to get it right. I have a deep respect for those who do schedule moments to follow a rigorous makeup routine. But just like art class in high school, this is a subject I probably wouldn't pass. Here, the skin is the canvas and each woman works with textures, colours, a variety of brushes, there's even a primer and something to set or bake the face. And this remarkable process is to create their individual version of beauty.
This version of that beauty is based on the subconscious definition of what is attractive in their eyes. They don't paint their faces to attract men, it is to tell the world who they are. To bring out whatever level of confidence lies beneath the skin.
It is their skin.
The layer which they choose to show the world. And yes one might argue that it's just make up. But is it? Can you tell someone who has spent 45mins to an hour to create a "beat face", that it's just makeup?
This multi billion dollar industry is clearly a significant part of most women's lives, regardless of colour or background. And I myself have contributed my own cents to those billions. Just as the YouTube beauty gurus, I too want to look my best, even with my poor blending skills. While watching one of these tutorials I heard my favorite Youtuber refer to her contour kit as a "nose job in a container". Before continuing, let's give her credit for the play in words. It was these words that made me pause, re-watch and listen again. I was then interrupted by the still small voice in my head. That voice whispered to me something that I immediately wanted to reject..."could contouring be a subtle form of racism against self"?
After further thought I began to see that contouring presents yet another unattainable beauty standard. The world has momentarily shifted from the focus on a thinner frame and replaced it with an emphasis on a thinner face. The connecting fiber here of course is that society's perceived standard of beauty continues to be the eurocentric ideal. In a general sense, black women have a wider nose. And again, generally speaking, Asian women have rounder faces. And with these thoughts, this technique just leaves me feeling unsettled.
And while we're here, let's explore the idea of what is meant by looking your best? Does it mean your nose needs to appear slimmer, thanks to the nose job in a box. Does your face really need to create an illusion of being something either than what it truly is?
As previously mentioned, I too have added my coins to the continuously booming makeup industry. Yet with recent purchases I've found it crucial to question my intention. Am I buying this to hide myself? Is this to enhance what is already there? And if it is to hide seeming imperfections, I try to remember that every action is born from a thought which comes from a feeling. And those feelings are real. They often come from a place of not feeling enough as I am. It is needing to change some aspect of myself to fit whatever is the current "look" in order to be seen as an attractive woman. Because let's face it, we live in a space where it is mostly us women who are expected to change our natural appearance, so that the world can fit us into a box of their understanding.
Is it possible to accept me as just me? To accept you as just you?
Why does confidence have to be the result of an adjusted face?
Does that self assurance still exist if there's no makeup at hand? And yes, I've heard it said that in order to feel your best you need to look your best. If that is true, then surely the work needs to be done in deciding what your best really is.
Then maybe looking your best may need to come from feeling your best. And I dare say that our best cannot be defined by an altered image.
Even as I write this I am conflicted as I admire the work that goes into creating a makeup look. Yet I despise the notion that beauty is designated to one certain look. It's a bland thought that needs to pass over. And at the risk of sounding cliche, beauty needs to be left undefined and surely unrestricted.
Monday, 22 January 2018
Who Am I?
I had to literally google "how to log into my blog".
This space has been on my mind for a while.
Writing has always been a part of my life in some way and I have been writing a lot in the last couple of months. It's beautiful how putting words onto paper brings a sense of order to the mind.
When I started this blog almost five years ago, my aim was to create an online space that would serve as a diary for my children to look back upon our lives. I wanted to also share ideas, express thought, connect with different people and hopefully build an environment of kindness, growth and friendship. Sometimes I got it right but mostly, I got caught up in a facade of the toxic perfectionism that exists in the social media world.
Recent events in my life have allowed me to shed layers and as a result uncover a me that I'm starting to enjoy. And I owe this evolving self to each trial that has unfolded in recent years and years of old and yes for it all I am indeed grateful. If you had told me that in 2018 I would sit and write about enduring a trial with gratitude, I would've laughed and it would've been a cynical laugh. That memory alone reminds me of how far I've come. It especially reminds me of how kind the Lord has been.
Often I've come to think of Job. Not to say that my experiences were anywhere near the realm of what Job endured. Yet still, there's much to take away from what he came to learn. Job was already a man of God when his afflictions began. Even in the toughest of moments he chose to worship Heavenly Father. His experience specifically touched me when God expressed His Magnificence. And it became clear that (wo)man, will never be able to fully understand why/how our Father in Heaven does what He does.
This was particularly significant to me as I was on a journey of gaining further understanding in what is meant by having an eternal perspective. At first I saw this term in the same thought as "not sweating the small stuff". But now I've come to see that we are in fact eternal beings. Our lives did not start on earth and life doesn't end on earth. It is not the straight line of birth and death as commonly understood. As we experience the day to day of this life, it is easy to forget that we are souls, having an earthly experience. Since we've chosen to have this earthly experience, we need to recognize and accept that good things happen and bad things happen. Sometimes at our own doing and at other times it is at the hand of someone else exercising their agency.
If you happen to find yourself in the latter position, know that you have an opportunity to either play part by being a victim, or to rise up as a victor. The victorious path is honestly the harder right. It takes work. It takes you through a deeply personal encounter where you come face to face with yourself. And in facing yourself, it becomes crucial to ask: Who Am I?
Who are you when the world is asleep? Who are you when tough decisions need to be made? Who are you when there isn't a human being to lean on? Who are you when you're faced with hatred and fear? Who are you when others are attempting to tear down what's left of you? Who are you when the life you had created, no longer exists? Who are you in those moments?
In my young life I've had an opportunity to experience some raw emotions. And it was through the 2017 raw emotion phase that I was brought to my knees also asking Who Am I? Intuitively, I knew that answering that question would determine whether or not the tough period ahead would be a time of suffering or a time of learning. And so in those early days, a moment of anxiety was altered into an opportunity to be still and remember Who I Am.
Who Am I? I am the spiritual daughter of the Supreme Governor of the Universe. Every cell in my body was dreamed up by Him and because He is my Father in Heaven I have the power to create an earthly experience that is beyond even my wildest dreams. Who Am I? I am a living, breathing, prayer. That is who I Am. Why? Because of Whose I Am.
Now, Who Are You?
This space has been on my mind for a while.
Writing has always been a part of my life in some way and I have been writing a lot in the last couple of months. It's beautiful how putting words onto paper brings a sense of order to the mind.
When I started this blog almost five years ago, my aim was to create an online space that would serve as a diary for my children to look back upon our lives. I wanted to also share ideas, express thought, connect with different people and hopefully build an environment of kindness, growth and friendship. Sometimes I got it right but mostly, I got caught up in a facade of the toxic perfectionism that exists in the social media world.
Recent events in my life have allowed me to shed layers and as a result uncover a me that I'm starting to enjoy. And I owe this evolving self to each trial that has unfolded in recent years and years of old and yes for it all I am indeed grateful. If you had told me that in 2018 I would sit and write about enduring a trial with gratitude, I would've laughed and it would've been a cynical laugh. That memory alone reminds me of how far I've come. It especially reminds me of how kind the Lord has been.
Often I've come to think of Job. Not to say that my experiences were anywhere near the realm of what Job endured. Yet still, there's much to take away from what he came to learn. Job was already a man of God when his afflictions began. Even in the toughest of moments he chose to worship Heavenly Father. His experience specifically touched me when God expressed His Magnificence. And it became clear that (wo)man, will never be able to fully understand why/how our Father in Heaven does what He does.
This was particularly significant to me as I was on a journey of gaining further understanding in what is meant by having an eternal perspective. At first I saw this term in the same thought as "not sweating the small stuff". But now I've come to see that we are in fact eternal beings. Our lives did not start on earth and life doesn't end on earth. It is not the straight line of birth and death as commonly understood. As we experience the day to day of this life, it is easy to forget that we are souls, having an earthly experience. Since we've chosen to have this earthly experience, we need to recognize and accept that good things happen and bad things happen. Sometimes at our own doing and at other times it is at the hand of someone else exercising their agency.
If you happen to find yourself in the latter position, know that you have an opportunity to either play part by being a victim, or to rise up as a victor. The victorious path is honestly the harder right. It takes work. It takes you through a deeply personal encounter where you come face to face with yourself. And in facing yourself, it becomes crucial to ask: Who Am I?
Who are you when the world is asleep? Who are you when tough decisions need to be made? Who are you when there isn't a human being to lean on? Who are you when you're faced with hatred and fear? Who are you when others are attempting to tear down what's left of you? Who are you when the life you had created, no longer exists? Who are you in those moments?
In my young life I've had an opportunity to experience some raw emotions. And it was through the 2017 raw emotion phase that I was brought to my knees also asking Who Am I? Intuitively, I knew that answering that question would determine whether or not the tough period ahead would be a time of suffering or a time of learning. And so in those early days, a moment of anxiety was altered into an opportunity to be still and remember Who I Am.
Who Am I? I am the spiritual daughter of the Supreme Governor of the Universe. Every cell in my body was dreamed up by Him and because He is my Father in Heaven I have the power to create an earthly experience that is beyond even my wildest dreams. Who Am I? I am a living, breathing, prayer. That is who I Am. Why? Because of Whose I Am.
Now, Who Are You?
Sunday, 6 November 2016
Update on life with kids
It seems that October was a busy blurr ! So much so that I didn't even write once. Let's catch up:
Zuri: the little missy is a ray of sunshine and is acting much like an 18 months old baby! I feel incredibly spoiled to be her mom because basically Zuri is raising herself. I'm merely a facilitator of her needs. She taught herself to walk, run, climb and now she's potty training herself. She seldom asks for my assistance and when she does I'm usually in shock that she still needs me. Oh and the best part, she loves to sing! And her favorites are the Happy birthday song and I'm a Child of God. Her current struggles are surviving life with an older brother who loves her yet taunts her often. She's had to toughen up and maybe that's why she plays better with older kids and treats her peers as if they are babies. Words I could use to describe my little Zuri: ambitious, head strong, persuasive, intelligent, calculating, energetic, decisive and incredibly loving. I really don't know what I've done to be appointed as her mother. Raising Zuri is like watching a flower blossom. Beautifully effortless. She knows who she is. She just needs the rest of us around her to give her the means to pursue her mission in this life. It's hard not to sound like you're bragging when talking about her. Everything about her is extra. Nothing ordinary. So with her I live in absolute awe, waiting to see what's next and praying that I'll be able to rise up and be what she needs when she needs it. I must also include that she gives the most embracing, heart warming hugs!
Urijah: Baby boy is now 4yrs old! His birthday was in October and we threw him a surprise birthday party (at his request). I stayed up all night to make the party a reality and Zuri stayed by my side, playing and tasting the food. The little sleep sacrifice was worth a seeing Urijah's face light up as his friends shouted 'surprise'. This four year old is very social! He has more friends than all of us put together. He's still as busy as ever. If he's not challenging Zuri's every move, he's playing with his trucks outside, reading books (from memory), making up stories as he builds with his Legos. He also enjoys pretending to be a fireman a goes around the house saving people. Zuri is often an unwilling participant of these games! Being so social means that our calendar is mostly marked with Urijah's playdates. Regarding development, he continues to be very articulate and is able to memorize passages of scripture. The memorization came in handy! As far he's done 1 talk in primary and also recited the 10th article of faith. The only tough moments with this guy is when he is overly tired. That's when the tantrum monster pops out! Either than that, he's a mommy's boy. Words to describe Urijah: thoughtful, sensitive, articulate, a dreamer, humorous, creative and genuinely happy.
And dear husband and I? We're definitely not as interesting as the kids lol!
Zuri: the little missy is a ray of sunshine and is acting much like an 18 months old baby! I feel incredibly spoiled to be her mom because basically Zuri is raising herself. I'm merely a facilitator of her needs. She taught herself to walk, run, climb and now she's potty training herself. She seldom asks for my assistance and when she does I'm usually in shock that she still needs me. Oh and the best part, she loves to sing! And her favorites are the Happy birthday song and I'm a Child of God. Her current struggles are surviving life with an older brother who loves her yet taunts her often. She's had to toughen up and maybe that's why she plays better with older kids and treats her peers as if they are babies. Words I could use to describe my little Zuri: ambitious, head strong, persuasive, intelligent, calculating, energetic, decisive and incredibly loving. I really don't know what I've done to be appointed as her mother. Raising Zuri is like watching a flower blossom. Beautifully effortless. She knows who she is. She just needs the rest of us around her to give her the means to pursue her mission in this life. It's hard not to sound like you're bragging when talking about her. Everything about her is extra. Nothing ordinary. So with her I live in absolute awe, waiting to see what's next and praying that I'll be able to rise up and be what she needs when she needs it. I must also include that she gives the most embracing, heart warming hugs!
Urijah: Baby boy is now 4yrs old! His birthday was in October and we threw him a surprise birthday party (at his request). I stayed up all night to make the party a reality and Zuri stayed by my side, playing and tasting the food. The little sleep sacrifice was worth a seeing Urijah's face light up as his friends shouted 'surprise'. This four year old is very social! He has more friends than all of us put together. He's still as busy as ever. If he's not challenging Zuri's every move, he's playing with his trucks outside, reading books (from memory), making up stories as he builds with his Legos. He also enjoys pretending to be a fireman a goes around the house saving people. Zuri is often an unwilling participant of these games! Being so social means that our calendar is mostly marked with Urijah's playdates. Regarding development, he continues to be very articulate and is able to memorize passages of scripture. The memorization came in handy! As far he's done 1 talk in primary and also recited the 10th article of faith. The only tough moments with this guy is when he is overly tired. That's when the tantrum monster pops out! Either than that, he's a mommy's boy. Words to describe Urijah: thoughtful, sensitive, articulate, a dreamer, humorous, creative and genuinely happy.
And dear husband and I? We're definitely not as interesting as the kids lol!
Wednesday, 21 September 2016
Soccer practice
The weather is perfect this evening.
I'm relaxing on the grass (must add that I've changed my spot twice already - trying to run from the sun) and enjoying the smell of the changing seasons. Don't you just love the change of seasons? So synonymous with life. We all go through our individual seasons, some are enjoyable and others we just endure. But all are necessary for our personal growth.
Now back to the grass, it's Urijah's soccer practice today and I'm glad we chose to sign him up. I've noticed that I tend to be a mom who hovers over her kids so I think it's healthy to sit back and allow him to be taught something by someone else. He's enjoying learning a new skill and socializing with new friends. And I've noticed that he wants to appear all grown up, even telling me "mom don't fuss!" as I helped him tie his shoe laces. Don't fuss? And he said this looking super embarrassed of me helping him. Goodness, when did my little boy get so big!? Luckily I still have Zuri to baby:)
Just heard Urijah asking the coach "why do you take the ball away!"...I'd also be frustrated at 3yrs old if I'm trying to score and someone takes the ball away. It's hilarious watching him make sense of this game. And now one of the players just burst out into tears because she can't find her ball (it's apparently right in front of her). One of the kids is busy collecting the cones they use for the drill exercises which confuses the other little players. Some are sitting on the field daydreaming! Oops, their goal post just fell over. Aw man, the life of a toddler is awesome!
The best part of being here is seeing his personality blossom. There was a moment when the coach called them to one side but I noticed Urijah held back. Turns out that a teammate had fallen and he stopped to help. I watched him place his ball down, pick her up and smile as they both kicked their balls to join the team for more drills.
- - - - - >
Zuri woke up from her nap and so I'm finishing this later in the evening.
Now about that good deed. I had made a note to congratulate Urijah. And boy did he beam with joy by hearing that I saw his act of kindness. I went on to tell him that that's exactly how Jesus Christ would want us to act. And that he played well but the most important part was how he showed love and care for his teammates. I'll admit that I am ridiculously proud of my little guy and pray that he remains acutely sensitive by serving those around him.
Just heard Urijah asking the coach "why do you take the ball away!"...I'd also be frustrated at 3yrs old if I'm trying to score and someone takes the ball away. It's hilarious watching him make sense of this game. And now one of the players just burst out into tears because she can't find her ball (it's apparently right in front of her). One of the kids is busy collecting the cones they use for the drill exercises which confuses the other little players. Some are sitting on the field daydreaming! Oops, their goal post just fell over. Aw man, the life of a toddler is awesome!
The best part of being here is seeing his personality blossom. There was a moment when the coach called them to one side but I noticed Urijah held back. Turns out that a teammate had fallen and he stopped to help. I watched him place his ball down, pick her up and smile as they both kicked their balls to join the team for more drills.
- - - - - >
Zuri woke up from her nap and so I'm finishing this later in the evening.
Now about that good deed. I had made a note to congratulate Urijah. And boy did he beam with joy by hearing that I saw his act of kindness. I went on to tell him that that's exactly how Jesus Christ would want us to act. And that he played well but the most important part was how he showed love and care for his teammates. I'll admit that I am ridiculously proud of my little guy and pray that he remains acutely sensitive by serving those around him.
Monday, 19 September 2016
Good thoughts
So here's the thing with negativity. Once you entertain one lousy thought, then your mind attacks you with a billion more such thoughts.
For the last few days I've been muddling in some self doubt and general unhealthy mental behavior. Comparing myself to others and feeling rather crummy about life. It took a phone call to a friend as well as my mom to help me gain some perspective. Talking my feelings through helped me think in a more sensible way. Life is not happening to me, it is happening for me.
An easy prayer is to ask that all trials be removed so that we can have joy. Right? But maybe instead of the trial being removed, how about praying for the ability to endure with joy. I'm guilty of wanting the problem to be over in order to learn the lesson. But now I'm trying something new, to think of every and any trial as a planned gift that is brought into my life for a purpose. Be it to learn to become more understanding, more sincere, more appreciative...
To become someone I can be proud of. Someone whom my Heavenly Father can be proud of.
And such thoughts have the power to re arrange your mind into a place of better understanding. I'm so glad to have finally moved on from that negative space and to be seeing my life through eyes of gratitude again.
And here are some pictures of moments I'd like to remember for an eternity. From watching the kids play in the garden as I wash the dishes. To seeing them enjoy a chocolate chip cookie on a warm autumn afternoon right after Urijah made my day: he saw me deep in thought, rode his scooter towards me and said "oh mommy, before I forget, um Jesus Christ told me to tell you that He loves you" and then he rode off. Yep, melted my heart! These are moments I treasure. Even witnessing their deep interest in catching worms.
Here's to treating ourselves better and knowing that we are all loved by Him who created the heavens and the earth.
For the last few days I've been muddling in some self doubt and general unhealthy mental behavior. Comparing myself to others and feeling rather crummy about life. It took a phone call to a friend as well as my mom to help me gain some perspective. Talking my feelings through helped me think in a more sensible way. Life is not happening to me, it is happening for me.
An easy prayer is to ask that all trials be removed so that we can have joy. Right? But maybe instead of the trial being removed, how about praying for the ability to endure with joy. I'm guilty of wanting the problem to be over in order to learn the lesson. But now I'm trying something new, to think of every and any trial as a planned gift that is brought into my life for a purpose. Be it to learn to become more understanding, more sincere, more appreciative...
To become someone I can be proud of. Someone whom my Heavenly Father can be proud of.
And such thoughts have the power to re arrange your mind into a place of better understanding. I'm so glad to have finally moved on from that negative space and to be seeing my life through eyes of gratitude again.
And here are some pictures of moments I'd like to remember for an eternity. From watching the kids play in the garden as I wash the dishes. To seeing them enjoy a chocolate chip cookie on a warm autumn afternoon right after Urijah made my day: he saw me deep in thought, rode his scooter towards me and said "oh mommy, before I forget, um Jesus Christ told me to tell you that He loves you" and then he rode off. Yep, melted my heart! These are moments I treasure. Even witnessing their deep interest in catching worms.
Here's to treating ourselves better and knowing that we are all loved by Him who created the heavens and the earth.
Thursday, 15 September 2016
Unedited
This single parenting thing sucks. Period.
Just a few more weeks and we'll be a two parent household again hallelujah! You know when I was little, I used to watch Oprah and hear her go on and on about stay at home mothers. She would speak of them with such high regard and I really didn't get it. I mean, how hard is it to chill at home and look after kids!? Fast forward few some years later and boyyyyy! Even Oprah didn't do it justice. The only way I can explain it is that you're one person trying to keep humans alive, from medical care, to emotional support, being on a constant watch that nobody breaks an arm, playing referee, you're also the entertainer, the audience, the cheerleader, the educator, the spiritual leader, the EVERYTHING. And 99.9% of the time, it's the best job in the world! But then there are those days...
I don't often vent on this space so allow me a second:) so a few days ago Urijah wasn't hearing a word I'd say and Zuri was vehemently trying to get my attention with an ear piercing scream. Just then a shot a glance at the clock and my goodness it was only 9:44am. Nine-freaken-forty-four in the morning! So yeah, we were off to a rough start. The day didn't get much better but we did experience some moments of peace. In their defense I must also add that the kids and I have a cold AND for that reason we haven't left the house in 3 days. So I suppose the behavior can be blamed onto cabin fever.
I snapped this pic below early in the morning during those rare moments of peace...in this world of airbrushing, I thought to just post this as it is. Unedited life.
So now as I prepare for bed, I'm praying for a better day where I'm more patient and more focused on honoring their needs as best as I can.
Just a few more weeks and we'll be a two parent household again hallelujah! You know when I was little, I used to watch Oprah and hear her go on and on about stay at home mothers. She would speak of them with such high regard and I really didn't get it. I mean, how hard is it to chill at home and look after kids!? Fast forward few some years later and boyyyyy! Even Oprah didn't do it justice. The only way I can explain it is that you're one person trying to keep humans alive, from medical care, to emotional support, being on a constant watch that nobody breaks an arm, playing referee, you're also the entertainer, the audience, the cheerleader, the educator, the spiritual leader, the EVERYTHING. And 99.9% of the time, it's the best job in the world! But then there are those days...
I don't often vent on this space so allow me a second:) so a few days ago Urijah wasn't hearing a word I'd say and Zuri was vehemently trying to get my attention with an ear piercing scream. Just then a shot a glance at the clock and my goodness it was only 9:44am. Nine-freaken-forty-four in the morning! So yeah, we were off to a rough start. The day didn't get much better but we did experience some moments of peace. In their defense I must also add that the kids and I have a cold AND for that reason we haven't left the house in 3 days. So I suppose the behavior can be blamed onto cabin fever.
I snapped this pic below early in the morning during those rare moments of peace...in this world of airbrushing, I thought to just post this as it is. Unedited life.
So now as I prepare for bed, I'm praying for a better day where I'm more patient and more focused on honoring their needs as best as I can.
Tuesday, 13 September 2016
4am stuff
It's 4am and I just got up.
If there's one thing I'm certain I'm not, it's an early bird. But for the last 2 nights I've been falling asleep at 8pm, clothes still on and everything! Either old age is settling in or mommy fatigue has started to take over.
But now my body is up refusing to go back to sleep. I've enjoyed the restful sleep but I do miss my personal time in the evenings.
So a catch up on our weekend...Urijah had his first talk on Sunday. He spoke to his primary class about preaching the gospel to all the world. Even though I had 2 lessons to teach that day, knowing that he had to stand in front of an audience made me more nervous than anything else. He did very well and sternly suggested that I be there right next to him. He got to a point of realising that the microphone could pick up on his breathing and so he stood for a few seconds, just breathing into it, which I found to be hilarious.
And yesterday was an easy day. I purposely didn't plan any activities because I'm a firm believer of easing into the week. Mondays are for pure lazy behavior here and I wouldn't want it any different. We did manage to do some grocery shopping though.
Have you ever gone grocery shopping with a toddler and a baby? Some trips are truly traumatizing and then there are those awesome trips where everything goes right. Because a shopping trip could go either way, I always try to make sure that they look neat and cute, I've found that strangers can tolerate your kid's loud tendencies if they look super adorable AND clean.
The highlight of my Monday was definitely seeing Zuri fight sleep and we managed to get it on video. It's up on my Instagram @precious.schamel ...it really baffles me as to why babies fight sleep, if someone rocked me, set up my room for adequate relaxation, I'd be the happiest human on earth, but not Zuri. I think she's mostly afraid of missing out on life. Little does she know that her naps are a downtime for all.
And talking about sleep, I should try getting in a few more hours before they get up.
If there's one thing I'm certain I'm not, it's an early bird. But for the last 2 nights I've been falling asleep at 8pm, clothes still on and everything! Either old age is settling in or mommy fatigue has started to take over.
But now my body is up refusing to go back to sleep. I've enjoyed the restful sleep but I do miss my personal time in the evenings.
So a catch up on our weekend...Urijah had his first talk on Sunday. He spoke to his primary class about preaching the gospel to all the world. Even though I had 2 lessons to teach that day, knowing that he had to stand in front of an audience made me more nervous than anything else. He did very well and sternly suggested that I be there right next to him. He got to a point of realising that the microphone could pick up on his breathing and so he stood for a few seconds, just breathing into it, which I found to be hilarious.
And yesterday was an easy day. I purposely didn't plan any activities because I'm a firm believer of easing into the week. Mondays are for pure lazy behavior here and I wouldn't want it any different. We did manage to do some grocery shopping though.
Have you ever gone grocery shopping with a toddler and a baby? Some trips are truly traumatizing and then there are those awesome trips where everything goes right. Because a shopping trip could go either way, I always try to make sure that they look neat and cute, I've found that strangers can tolerate your kid's loud tendencies if they look super adorable AND clean.
The highlight of my Monday was definitely seeing Zuri fight sleep and we managed to get it on video. It's up on my Instagram @precious.schamel ...it really baffles me as to why babies fight sleep, if someone rocked me, set up my room for adequate relaxation, I'd be the happiest human on earth, but not Zuri. I think she's mostly afraid of missing out on life. Little does she know that her naps are a downtime for all.
And talking about sleep, I should try getting in a few more hours before they get up.
Saturday, 10 September 2016
Urijah's first soccer match
Today the first born had his very first soccer match (also the first time he's ever played soccer).
Have you ever had the privilege of watching 3yrs olds play soccer? If not, you must. It's one of the funniest things you'll ever watch, seriously, ever. I laughed so hard it was ridiculous.
Firstly, instead of bothering with chasing the ball, Urijah spent his time smiling and waving at us. He also made friends and chatted with his teammates as well as members of the aposing team. At one point I saw him attempt a game of tag. While he was having a jolly good time, there was also a lot of drama on the field. A minute didn't go by without a kid crying, some threw mini tantrums, others just chose to lay down on the field just because. There were impromptu potty breaks, snack breaks and overall pandemonium. At one point a kid burst out into tears right after scoring a goal. I'm guessing the cheering from the spectators gave him a fright, either way, it was quite an experience. Something that we'll now be doing every week for the next 2 months.
Since there's no score keeping we're not sure who actually won. Which is a good thing because all that matters at this point is that they learn the game and just have fun. And I'm glad to say that little Urijah had an awesome time. His sweet little sister was so busy snacking away that she didn't even care to run onto the field. And she's not a fan of walking on the grass barefoot so there's that...although by the end of the match she did brave the grass and entertained us with her high spirited personality.
Here are some pictures from getting ready to the exhaustion that preceded the game.
Have you ever had the privilege of watching 3yrs olds play soccer? If not, you must. It's one of the funniest things you'll ever watch, seriously, ever. I laughed so hard it was ridiculous.
Firstly, instead of bothering with chasing the ball, Urijah spent his time smiling and waving at us. He also made friends and chatted with his teammates as well as members of the aposing team. At one point I saw him attempt a game of tag. While he was having a jolly good time, there was also a lot of drama on the field. A minute didn't go by without a kid crying, some threw mini tantrums, others just chose to lay down on the field just because. There were impromptu potty breaks, snack breaks and overall pandemonium. At one point a kid burst out into tears right after scoring a goal. I'm guessing the cheering from the spectators gave him a fright, either way, it was quite an experience. Something that we'll now be doing every week for the next 2 months.
Since there's no score keeping we're not sure who actually won. Which is a good thing because all that matters at this point is that they learn the game and just have fun. And I'm glad to say that little Urijah had an awesome time. His sweet little sister was so busy snacking away that she didn't even care to run onto the field. And she's not a fan of walking on the grass barefoot so there's that...although by the end of the match she did brave the grass and entertained us with her high spirited personality.
Here are some pictures from getting ready to the exhaustion that preceded the game.
Friday, 9 September 2016
A neighborly hood
Best day ever! And it's late so I'll keep this super short.
We had story time this morning. So we walked to the library and actually arrived on time, hooray! During our walk, Urijah practiced he's talk for primary on Sunday. Our church has a children's gospel class called primary and the little Mr will be giving a 3mins talk on preaching the gospel to all the world. He almost has it memorized and I'm excited to see his delivery infront of the whole class. I've also had to check myself and not place pressure on him to perform but instead to just speak according to his own abilities. I'll admit that I did have a moment of panic and wanted to drill this talk into him so that he's delivery would be perfect. Then I realised that this was his moment, not mine. And therefore the preparation also has to be enjoyable for him...life is about the journey right...
After the library we sparked a conversation with a neighbor a few streets from us. Turns out she's from Croatia and naturally she and I bonded on our immigration tales. She's also a plant based eater and invited us to enjoy her splendid garden. As a result we came home with some goodies for dinner. She also has chickens so Urijah was allowed to pick some eggs (he's a big fan of hard boiled eggs but only eats the egg whites, it's the same story with Zuri so maybe they dislike the texture of egg yolk).
The night ended with a baptism at church. The missionaries then came by for dinner and we all enjoyed good conversation which has me thinking about my patriarchal blessing. The thoughts are geared towards how I truly have no idea, in fact, how I can't even comprehend the things that my Heavenly Father has in store for me. So we know our lives in this moment and the experiences of the past, but the future...we have absolutely no idea. Our general understanding of life is just so limited. It really is. No matter how enlightened an individual may seem, at the end of the day you are still human and Heavenly Father is in charge.
That knowledge has removed in me a need to control my life. Instead every single day is about being open to learn and experience.
Ah man, how good it is to be alive.
We had story time this morning. So we walked to the library and actually arrived on time, hooray! During our walk, Urijah practiced he's talk for primary on Sunday. Our church has a children's gospel class called primary and the little Mr will be giving a 3mins talk on preaching the gospel to all the world. He almost has it memorized and I'm excited to see his delivery infront of the whole class. I've also had to check myself and not place pressure on him to perform but instead to just speak according to his own abilities. I'll admit that I did have a moment of panic and wanted to drill this talk into him so that he's delivery would be perfect. Then I realised that this was his moment, not mine. And therefore the preparation also has to be enjoyable for him...life is about the journey right...
After the library we sparked a conversation with a neighbor a few streets from us. Turns out she's from Croatia and naturally she and I bonded on our immigration tales. She's also a plant based eater and invited us to enjoy her splendid garden. As a result we came home with some goodies for dinner. She also has chickens so Urijah was allowed to pick some eggs (he's a big fan of hard boiled eggs but only eats the egg whites, it's the same story with Zuri so maybe they dislike the texture of egg yolk).
The night ended with a baptism at church. The missionaries then came by for dinner and we all enjoyed good conversation which has me thinking about my patriarchal blessing. The thoughts are geared towards how I truly have no idea, in fact, how I can't even comprehend the things that my Heavenly Father has in store for me. So we know our lives in this moment and the experiences of the past, but the future...we have absolutely no idea. Our general understanding of life is just so limited. It really is. No matter how enlightened an individual may seem, at the end of the day you are still human and Heavenly Father is in charge.
That knowledge has removed in me a need to control my life. Instead every single day is about being open to learn and experience.
Ah man, how good it is to be alive.
Thursday, 8 September 2016
SA vs USA
You see the difference between a South African and American can be broken down to one thing. Music.
Let me explain. And of course I'm generalizing hardcore.
An American (in my experience) enjoys the sound of music. The music is detached from the actual person. There is no movement. Seldom you'll hear some singing along. It's a controlled experience.
For a South African. The music and the individual are one. Listening is a physical splendor. The social mask disappears as sound and person become one. The moment is no longer still, it is alive.
And now I'm thinking...instead of a national difference, could this also be a racial/cultural difference?
Either way, there is something to be gained from both.
Let me explain. And of course I'm generalizing hardcore.
An American (in my experience) enjoys the sound of music. The music is detached from the actual person. There is no movement. Seldom you'll hear some singing along. It's a controlled experience.
For a South African. The music and the individual are one. Listening is a physical splendor. The social mask disappears as sound and person become one. The moment is no longer still, it is alive.
And now I'm thinking...instead of a national difference, could this also be a racial/cultural difference?
Either way, there is something to be gained from both.
Wednesday, 7 September 2016
Working out - a mom's story
Working out. Oh boy what a struggle it has been to stay consistent.
A while back I remained super consistent with my workouts because it was my business to do so. And when I stepped back from doing that work, I lost the motivation to exercise consistently. What used to be 6 days a week of 30mins workouts, became one workout a month (if even).
So naturally my body began to change. I didn't mind the jiggly changes, after all I am a mom of two so my excuses were a mile deep. But then that's all they were, excuses. It took some real self talk for me to become honest with myself. So let's be honest.
A healthy diet alone is not enough. It needs to be coupled with physical exercise. I know you know this already and so did I. Now what's holding us back from maintaining a consistent workout schedule? For me it was just plain laziness. And the less I exercised, the lazier I became. It wasn't so much my physical appearance (though it did play a part because when I don't exercise I begin to look like a serious beer drinker! Even Urijah noticed by asking "mommy do you have a baby in your belly again?") or the number on the scale that shook me into action. It was noticing how tiring it was to be unfit.
And when Urijah started asking me to race with him up a hill near by the house, I was embarrassed to see how uncomfortable it was to run. So that evening I devised a plan. The plan was simple, it was to move every day.
So for the last 3wks I have remained consistent by choosing to workout every morning and actually getting it done. Since my physical activity directly affects my parenting, it has now become a priority. No excuses matter when it comes to the quest of being a fantastic mom! And with my laptop gone with dear husband + not having a DVD player, I had to improvise. I haven't been able to follow a workout program so I started doing what I can by creating my own workout routines. I'm sure if I was following a professional workout DVD I'd have better results, yet I'm still proud of where I am right now. And looking forward to now being a mom who's able to race up a hill with her toddler! Oh and it doesn't hurt to notice that the abs are back.
So for the last 3wks I have remained consistent by choosing to workout every morning and actually getting it done. Since my physical activity directly affects my parenting, it has now become a priority. No excuses matter when it comes to the quest of being a fantastic mom! And with my laptop gone with dear husband + not having a DVD player, I had to improvise. I haven't been able to follow a workout program so I started doing what I can by creating my own workout routines. I'm sure if I was following a professional workout DVD I'd have better results, yet I'm still proud of where I am right now. And looking forward to now being a mom who's able to race up a hill with her toddler! Oh and it doesn't hurt to notice that the abs are back.
Tuesday, 6 September 2016
Keep doing your best
In my post yesterday I did not mention the 4 tantrums that exhausted my emotions. I did that deliberately because really, what's a day without some kind of parent-child mayhem.
I choose to mention it now because I wouldn't want anyone to think that I'm some super mom with perfect kids and flawless life experiences. I probably shouldn't even care about what anyone thinks. But I care here because as a new mom I found myself comparing my life to other moms. They seemed so put together and here I was, just trudging along and trying to figure it all out. I don't yet have "it" figured out. That day may never come. But I am desperately seeking to be myself and a decent parent at the same time.
So keep trudging on because the open secret is that nobody has it figured out. We're all just doing the best we can with what we know.
I choose to mention it now because I wouldn't want anyone to think that I'm some super mom with perfect kids and flawless life experiences. I probably shouldn't even care about what anyone thinks. But I care here because as a new mom I found myself comparing my life to other moms. They seemed so put together and here I was, just trudging along and trying to figure it all out. I don't yet have "it" figured out. That day may never come. But I am desperately seeking to be myself and a decent parent at the same time.
So keep trudging on because the open secret is that nobody has it figured out. We're all just doing the best we can with what we know.
Monday, 5 September 2016
Update on homeschooling
Homeschooling rocks!
I have to record this day in order to have something positive to look back on if ever I feel discouraged in parenting as well as homeschooling.
We've developed a new morning routine that seems to work for our little family.
Urijah gets up, goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth, sets himself up on the desk and starts painting. Normally I watch him get on with his work while nursing Zuri. But this morning was a little different. He suddenly announced "mommy I'm going to show her how to paint". And so he did.
I really like this new routine. It gives me time to ease into the day. And it helps me to center myself by paying more attention to the beauty in our lives. I've found that gratitude can be a game changer in parenting. Especially now that dear husband has been away for over a month. He's absence has me focusing on being a more present mom. With that said, I can't wait to have my husband back again so that we can enjoy these moments together!
After the painting session we headed downstairs for breakfast. We usually have a homemade smoothie but this morning Urijah requested pancakes. And I gladly obliged as I now use an organic vegan pancakes mix from the local health store. Nope not vegan but I definitely appreciate the health content of certain vegan foods. To our mix we added a mashed banana for sweetness and an organic strawberry jam as a topping. The kids love this mix and I just make sure to first give them fruit and water before serving the pancakes (Zuri had 2 peaches and Urijah chose a large plum). I don't know why that detail matters but we'll just roll with it.
After breakfast we moved our party of 3 outside for my 30mins workout session. I now use toddler music to keep the little ones happy. They love to dance and sometimes they join me in some of the workouts. Today Urijah chose to occupy himself by creating a store and a farm. He told me that he needed seeds, water and sunshine. And once he was done planting his vegetables, he went on to create a store to sell his produce. Note that the seeds were grains of black rice that he found in the kitchen. Zuri on the other hand was a little fussy due to waking up earlier than planned. So I nursed her mid workout and placed her upstairs for a nap (which lasted 3 whole hours! What a good life she has!).
Once returning I quickly finished working out and joined Urijah in his play. He gave me some sticks letting me know that they were to be used to purchase products from his shop. The sticks amounted to $10. When inquiring the cost of a tomato, he told me that it was $4. Pretty hefty if you ask me but then again this was the only store in our backyard so I had no other choice but to pay up. We did the maths (as in this was our homeschool maths lesson ***in the US they say Math while in SA it's Maths). Once I requested to buy more tomatoes I was given a stern No! And our conversation was as follows:
Urijah: Mommy, you can't buy everything in my store, then I'll have nothing for tomorrow.
Me: But the point of a store is to sell everything so that you can make a profit.
Urijah: I don't have a prophet. Jesus has a prophet ok!
Me: No I'm talking about a different kind of profit P R O F I T. Not P R O P H E T. The one is about making money from your business and the other one is like Adam (as in Adam and Eve) or President Thomas S Monson.
Urijah: Oh. Well you can't buy any more of my stuff mommy. Go to the farmer's market. It's that way. (said while pointing toward the make believe farm)
And so I left for the farmer's market.
Once we were done playing, we headed out into the garden to pick a snack (tomatoes and strawberries). Both incredibly delicious! But before digging into our snack Urijah was determined to fight a fire like a real firefighter and so I obliged by delivering water in a watering can and brought along his fireman chief hat. It's so cute to see how invested he was in saving people from the imaginary danger.
When we finally sat down to enjoy the sun, a praying mantis dropped by for a visit. And that opened up an opportunity to do some studying on insects. Among other things, we now know that a praying mantis has a powerful jaw and bites its prey in the neck. The things that fascinate little Urijah...
After a little downtime I made lunch and we sat on the porch feasting on Urijah's favorite Dr Suess books. While on the porch I attempted to explain to him why picking his nose was a gross habit. He didn't believe me on the part of spreading germs so we watched a 5mins YouTube kid science show about how boogers are formed. I know this sounds pretty yucky but it was necessary. He loved video, we watched it a few times, stopping for questions and relating the content in a way that's relevant to him. I wish I could say the habit is gone...unfortunately I'm still dealing with a nose picking toddler.
A little while later Zuri woke up and we headed out to the park. But before moving on with the day, I must mention how kids are so keen to learn. Even though I'm not actively schooling Zuri at this point, she is imitating what she's observing. A few days ago I was in the kitchen and the was silence in the lounge. Now if you have kids then you know that silence could mean trouble. So I ran out to see what she was up to, only to find my sweet girl curled up on the big recliner with a book. She sees me almost every evening relaxing with a book, curled up in the exact same way. And this morning I captured that very same moment with her and her big brother.
...back to the run down of the day...
It ended with bathtime and while bathing Zuri, Urijah busied himself learning about the alligators and crocodiles from his new library books.
***Note: he can't read yet so when reading new books he mostly looks at the pictures, tells me about what he's seeing (eg: Mommy this is a mommy alligator and she's sitting on her eggs so that they can hatch. See! There's the baby alligator). And after chatting about the picture he normally asks me to read the writing. And with books that we've read several times, he'll "read" them to himself from memory.
And after reading a Curious George book and scripture, it was time for prayer and bed.
Today was a very good day. And I'm excited to continue exploring our homeschooling adventure!
I have to record this day in order to have something positive to look back on if ever I feel discouraged in parenting as well as homeschooling.
We've developed a new morning routine that seems to work for our little family.
Urijah gets up, goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth, sets himself up on the desk and starts painting. Normally I watch him get on with his work while nursing Zuri. But this morning was a little different. He suddenly announced "mommy I'm going to show her how to paint". And so he did.
I really like this new routine. It gives me time to ease into the day. And it helps me to center myself by paying more attention to the beauty in our lives. I've found that gratitude can be a game changer in parenting. Especially now that dear husband has been away for over a month. He's absence has me focusing on being a more present mom. With that said, I can't wait to have my husband back again so that we can enjoy these moments together!
After the painting session we headed downstairs for breakfast. We usually have a homemade smoothie but this morning Urijah requested pancakes. And I gladly obliged as I now use an organic vegan pancakes mix from the local health store. Nope not vegan but I definitely appreciate the health content of certain vegan foods. To our mix we added a mashed banana for sweetness and an organic strawberry jam as a topping. The kids love this mix and I just make sure to first give them fruit and water before serving the pancakes (Zuri had 2 peaches and Urijah chose a large plum). I don't know why that detail matters but we'll just roll with it.
After breakfast we moved our party of 3 outside for my 30mins workout session. I now use toddler music to keep the little ones happy. They love to dance and sometimes they join me in some of the workouts. Today Urijah chose to occupy himself by creating a store and a farm. He told me that he needed seeds, water and sunshine. And once he was done planting his vegetables, he went on to create a store to sell his produce. Note that the seeds were grains of black rice that he found in the kitchen. Zuri on the other hand was a little fussy due to waking up earlier than planned. So I nursed her mid workout and placed her upstairs for a nap (which lasted 3 whole hours! What a good life she has!).
Once returning I quickly finished working out and joined Urijah in his play. He gave me some sticks letting me know that they were to be used to purchase products from his shop. The sticks amounted to $10. When inquiring the cost of a tomato, he told me that it was $4. Pretty hefty if you ask me but then again this was the only store in our backyard so I had no other choice but to pay up. We did the maths (as in this was our homeschool maths lesson ***in the US they say Math while in SA it's Maths). Once I requested to buy more tomatoes I was given a stern No! And our conversation was as follows:
Urijah: Mommy, you can't buy everything in my store, then I'll have nothing for tomorrow.
Me: But the point of a store is to sell everything so that you can make a profit.
Urijah: I don't have a prophet. Jesus has a prophet ok!
Me: No I'm talking about a different kind of profit P R O F I T. Not P R O P H E T. The one is about making money from your business and the other one is like Adam (as in Adam and Eve) or President Thomas S Monson.
Urijah: Oh. Well you can't buy any more of my stuff mommy. Go to the farmer's market. It's that way. (said while pointing toward the make believe farm)
And so I left for the farmer's market.
Once we were done playing, we headed out into the garden to pick a snack (tomatoes and strawberries). Both incredibly delicious! But before digging into our snack Urijah was determined to fight a fire like a real firefighter and so I obliged by delivering water in a watering can and brought along his fireman chief hat. It's so cute to see how invested he was in saving people from the imaginary danger.
When we finally sat down to enjoy the sun, a praying mantis dropped by for a visit. And that opened up an opportunity to do some studying on insects. Among other things, we now know that a praying mantis has a powerful jaw and bites its prey in the neck. The things that fascinate little Urijah...
After a little downtime I made lunch and we sat on the porch feasting on Urijah's favorite Dr Suess books. While on the porch I attempted to explain to him why picking his nose was a gross habit. He didn't believe me on the part of spreading germs so we watched a 5mins YouTube kid science show about how boogers are formed. I know this sounds pretty yucky but it was necessary. He loved video, we watched it a few times, stopping for questions and relating the content in a way that's relevant to him. I wish I could say the habit is gone...unfortunately I'm still dealing with a nose picking toddler.
A little while later Zuri woke up and we headed out to the park. But before moving on with the day, I must mention how kids are so keen to learn. Even though I'm not actively schooling Zuri at this point, she is imitating what she's observing. A few days ago I was in the kitchen and the was silence in the lounge. Now if you have kids then you know that silence could mean trouble. So I ran out to see what she was up to, only to find my sweet girl curled up on the big recliner with a book. She sees me almost every evening relaxing with a book, curled up in the exact same way. And this morning I captured that very same moment with her and her big brother.
...back to the run down of the day...
It ended with bathtime and while bathing Zuri, Urijah busied himself learning about the alligators and crocodiles from his new library books.
***Note: he can't read yet so when reading new books he mostly looks at the pictures, tells me about what he's seeing (eg: Mommy this is a mommy alligator and she's sitting on her eggs so that they can hatch. See! There's the baby alligator). And after chatting about the picture he normally asks me to read the writing. And with books that we've read several times, he'll "read" them to himself from memory.
And after reading a Curious George book and scripture, it was time for prayer and bed.
Today was a very good day. And I'm excited to continue exploring our homeschooling adventure!
Tuesday, 30 August 2016
Some thoughts on shoes
Just saw a pic of Kim Kardashian and wondered how on earth she's able to carry a toddler while wearing 6inch stilettos!? The kind that are held together strings or whatever (I'm not well versed in fashion). Many say she doesn't have a talent but that's talent right there! Or a well practiced skill which I'll probably never possess.
Here I am considering ditching high heels after nearly falling twice at church this passed Sunday. Both instances included a baby on my hip. So now imagine adding paparazzi, intensely tight fitting clothing and the mental stress of having to look elegant and cool while strutting down the street. Ugh! No thank you! I'm braking out in sweat at the thought. Poor Kim;)
On a serious note though, we really need to appreciate our own life experiences a little more. It's so easy to compare ourselves to our wants instead of really focusing on the actual blessings. The need for more, the want for more...it takes you out of the present. It's easy to think that having what others have will instantly fix your current situation. Or that your dreams will be realised if only you had___________(fill in the blank).
So here's a question: To have what Kim Kardashian has, would you be willing to do what she had to do to be who she is today?
I phrase this question to myself whenever I feel like I'm playing the comparison game. And of course the name is never the same. So replace it with something more realistic to you. This can also be done in the positive because there's nothing wrong with hope and desire, as long as it doesn't negate the blessings that already surround you.
Side note: I have nothing against Kim Kardashian - she's a social figure and her life experience (as we know it) is simply used as an example.
Here I am considering ditching high heels after nearly falling twice at church this passed Sunday. Both instances included a baby on my hip. So now imagine adding paparazzi, intensely tight fitting clothing and the mental stress of having to look elegant and cool while strutting down the street. Ugh! No thank you! I'm braking out in sweat at the thought. Poor Kim;)
On a serious note though, we really need to appreciate our own life experiences a little more. It's so easy to compare ourselves to our wants instead of really focusing on the actual blessings. The need for more, the want for more...it takes you out of the present. It's easy to think that having what others have will instantly fix your current situation. Or that your dreams will be realised if only you had___________(fill in the blank).
So here's a question: To have what Kim Kardashian has, would you be willing to do what she had to do to be who she is today?
I phrase this question to myself whenever I feel like I'm playing the comparison game. And of course the name is never the same. So replace it with something more realistic to you. This can also be done in the positive because there's nothing wrong with hope and desire, as long as it doesn't negate the blessings that already surround you.
Side note: I have nothing against Kim Kardashian - she's a social figure and her life experience (as we know it) is simply used as an example.
Wednesday, 24 August 2016
A school decision
The decision has been made.
Since Urijah's birth, I've been thinking about whether or not we should homeschool. Even though at the time I didn't have much knowledge about the American public school system, I knew enough to know that we would need to explore alternative ideas for our children. And so the research and conversations about homeschooling began. I spoke to those who supported the idea and also to those who were on the opposition end. For a long time I was undecided. I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to pursue a career out of the home once the kids were of school going age. My mind wasn't yet made up as to what kind of family we wanted to be or what kind of parent I wanted to be.
And now my mind is made up and I'm so glad that dear husband is 100% supportive of the decision. We are now a homeschooling family. Yep. Our children will be educated at home where they are free to learn at their own pace. Where the education will be tailored for their individual needs and interests. Where family life will be the focus of our attention.
This decision was not easy to come by but it was necessary. We would like our kids to grow up being well rounded individuals who live with intention. I want them to be inspired to love education instead of just being taught to pass tests. We want them to be exposed to travel, nature, proper nutrition, business, budgeting, public speaking and a host of other opportunities available to the homeschooling community. Of course some of these things can be learned at school. But to us, life experience goes further then cramming what's in a textbook.
And that experience began today as we visited the firestation for a little tour. Urijah has expressed in numerous occasions that he'd like to be a firefighter when he grows up. Of course thisight change but what I've learned about homeschooling is to give your child the freedom to explore their interests. He is starting his first year of schooling and instead of focusing on learning to write early, we're focusing on allowing him to be himself. Just like any soon to be 4yrs old boy, Urijah is active. He's always on the move, running, skipping, jumping, kicking, even when sitting down he's moving. And you might already know that these days, kids like my little boy are quick to be diagnosed with ADD or other labels that place them in a box of being disruptive. Yet what I've realised from being his mom is that he learns by doing not by being taught. He's an adventure seeker, a creative mind. He once told me that he likes to take things apart and put them back together again. Now that could be translated as being destructive when instead we can see it as being inventive.
Anyway, after much rambling,you point here is not to say that every child needs to be home schooled. But rather that every parent needs to know that they have options. You have the right to choose what is best for your family. And you also have the right to not explain that decision.*unless you're in Sweden or Germany - I hear that home schooling is illegal there but I stand to be corrected*
And if you're a home schooler or thinking about it, please drop me an email so we can connect further.
Pictures:
1) Paying close attention to info about firefighter equipment
2) Playing with friends outside the firestation (also home schooled kiddos)
3) Hanging out at the firefighter TV room
4) Getting some firsthand experience at being an engineer (that's what they call the driver as he/she is the one who handles everything to do with the truck once arriving at the location)
5) a happy Urijah and a tired Zuri (it had been a long tour)
Since Urijah's birth, I've been thinking about whether or not we should homeschool. Even though at the time I didn't have much knowledge about the American public school system, I knew enough to know that we would need to explore alternative ideas for our children. And so the research and conversations about homeschooling began. I spoke to those who supported the idea and also to those who were on the opposition end. For a long time I was undecided. I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to pursue a career out of the home once the kids were of school going age. My mind wasn't yet made up as to what kind of family we wanted to be or what kind of parent I wanted to be.
And now my mind is made up and I'm so glad that dear husband is 100% supportive of the decision. We are now a homeschooling family. Yep. Our children will be educated at home where they are free to learn at their own pace. Where the education will be tailored for their individual needs and interests. Where family life will be the focus of our attention.
This decision was not easy to come by but it was necessary. We would like our kids to grow up being well rounded individuals who live with intention. I want them to be inspired to love education instead of just being taught to pass tests. We want them to be exposed to travel, nature, proper nutrition, business, budgeting, public speaking and a host of other opportunities available to the homeschooling community. Of course some of these things can be learned at school. But to us, life experience goes further then cramming what's in a textbook.
And that experience began today as we visited the firestation for a little tour. Urijah has expressed in numerous occasions that he'd like to be a firefighter when he grows up. Of course thisight change but what I've learned about homeschooling is to give your child the freedom to explore their interests. He is starting his first year of schooling and instead of focusing on learning to write early, we're focusing on allowing him to be himself. Just like any soon to be 4yrs old boy, Urijah is active. He's always on the move, running, skipping, jumping, kicking, even when sitting down he's moving. And you might already know that these days, kids like my little boy are quick to be diagnosed with ADD or other labels that place them in a box of being disruptive. Yet what I've realised from being his mom is that he learns by doing not by being taught. He's an adventure seeker, a creative mind. He once told me that he likes to take things apart and put them back together again. Now that could be translated as being destructive when instead we can see it as being inventive.
Anyway, after much rambling,you point here is not to say that every child needs to be home schooled. But rather that every parent needs to know that they have options. You have the right to choose what is best for your family. And you also have the right to not explain that decision.*unless you're in Sweden or Germany - I hear that home schooling is illegal there but I stand to be corrected*
And if you're a home schooler or thinking about it, please drop me an email so we can connect further.
Pictures:
1) Paying close attention to info about firefighter equipment
2) Playing with friends outside the firestation (also home schooled kiddos)
3) Hanging out at the firefighter TV room
4) Getting some firsthand experience at being an engineer (that's what they call the driver as he/she is the one who handles everything to do with the truck once arriving at the location)
5) a happy Urijah and a tired Zuri (it had been a long tour)
Saturday, 20 August 2016
Gardening
I'm obsessed with the taste of food straight from the garden.
It's just incomparable to grocery store produce. This experience with fresh fruit and vegetables makes me want to be as self sufficient as possible. Imagine never needing the grocery store. What a joy that would be! I do realise that some of my life aspirations are pretty detrimental to the economy (well that's if more people wanted the same thing which is the beauty of life, we don't all want the same thing so the economy is safe).
Back to fruits and veggies. I can't tell you how good it feels to walk out into the garden and snack on snack on freshly picked strawberries. Urijah even snacks on the tomatoes. And this is a big deal considering his dislike of vegetables...but then again, isn't a tomato a fruit? Oh well. The point is. Gardens are awesome and I'm grateful to have this time with my inlaws so that I can learn as much from them as possible!
Less can be more
Minimalism
You know how there's something you've always wanted to do. Or maybe let me say there's someway you've always wanted to live but have never followed through. Yet because it's in your subconscious, situations come and opportunities arise that will allow you to do that thing.
OK so. I've always wanted to be a minimilist. I've been interested in embracing a more simple life. But let me note here that those minimilist desires only extend to consumption of things not people. So in other words, I'm not interested in the idea of having less kids for the sake of the planet. I truly believe that I am here on earth to birth and raise our children and that is my life's calling. Now, back to minimizing on "things".
When I was younger I followed the conventional ideas about what a successful life should look like. I day dreamed over the perfect big house, nice cars and a of course clothes clothes clothes and more clothes. I thought I needed more shoes than I already had. And when I moved to the USA, the want and need for more only increased. I found out that you could have so many things and even hire or buy a storage unit to keep your stuff. Everybody had more stuff and therefore I followed by accumulating stuff. Stuff that I later realised I did not need. Because seriously, do you wear every piece of clothing in your closet? Do you use every utensil in your kitchen? I know I didn't. I think I bought most things just to fill my space, because conventional wisdom says that a home is filled with things.
So here I am. Turning 30 pretty soon. And thinking that it's about darn time to be and do what feels most natural to me. And by natural I just really mean what brings me joy. I now know what I don't want. I don't want to be so busy taking care of my "things" and not have enough time to just live. I don't want to live for the idea that life will be great when we have a big house and more cars. I don't want my children to fall into the trap of believing that having a certain toy will make them happy. I don't want to go through life buying things. I just want to live with what I need. And when figuring out what I do truly need, I realized that majority of what I owned was ego driven consumerism. So we got rid of it.
Now our space looks bare and I love it. It's so bare that the kids have no choice but become more creative when playing. With less things to take care of I've found that I spend far less time on organizing and cleaning. And that time is being spent in areas that matter more, being present with my family. Instead of collecting things, my hope is that our family will concentrate on one another and collect memories.
You know how there's something you've always wanted to do. Or maybe let me say there's someway you've always wanted to live but have never followed through. Yet because it's in your subconscious, situations come and opportunities arise that will allow you to do that thing.
OK so. I've always wanted to be a minimilist. I've been interested in embracing a more simple life. But let me note here that those minimilist desires only extend to consumption of things not people. So in other words, I'm not interested in the idea of having less kids for the sake of the planet. I truly believe that I am here on earth to birth and raise our children and that is my life's calling. Now, back to minimizing on "things".
When I was younger I followed the conventional ideas about what a successful life should look like. I day dreamed over the perfect big house, nice cars and a of course clothes clothes clothes and more clothes. I thought I needed more shoes than I already had. And when I moved to the USA, the want and need for more only increased. I found out that you could have so many things and even hire or buy a storage unit to keep your stuff. Everybody had more stuff and therefore I followed by accumulating stuff. Stuff that I later realised I did not need. Because seriously, do you wear every piece of clothing in your closet? Do you use every utensil in your kitchen? I know I didn't. I think I bought most things just to fill my space, because conventional wisdom says that a home is filled with things.
So here I am. Turning 30 pretty soon. And thinking that it's about darn time to be and do what feels most natural to me. And by natural I just really mean what brings me joy. I now know what I don't want. I don't want to be so busy taking care of my "things" and not have enough time to just live. I don't want to live for the idea that life will be great when we have a big house and more cars. I don't want my children to fall into the trap of believing that having a certain toy will make them happy. I don't want to go through life buying things. I just want to live with what I need. And when figuring out what I do truly need, I realized that majority of what I owned was ego driven consumerism. So we got rid of it.
Now our space looks bare and I love it. It's so bare that the kids have no choice but become more creative when playing. With less things to take care of I've found that I spend far less time on organizing and cleaning. And that time is being spent in areas that matter more, being present with my family. Instead of collecting things, my hope is that our family will concentrate on one another and collect memories.
The power of prayer
This post is my testimony of the power of prayer.
A few days ago I started noticing a significant change in Urijah's general attitude. He had started to adopt behavior that would make any parent a little worried. It was a gradual increase in shouting instead of talking. Throwing tantrums - serious tantrums! He would kick, scream, punch and even spit. This was definitely not the Urijah I know. The more frequent the tantrums, the more confused and worried I became.
I wondered whether I was to blame. Was I too soft on him? Maybe too strict for his age? What had I done to make him this way? It was only once speaking to my father in law that I realized what the real issue was. Urijah was dealing with his father's absence. He's still 3yrs old and therefore not able to express his emotions entirely. I'm guessing that confusion and frustration had build up and the tantrums were a release. Albeit an unhealthy one but nonetheless a release.
With this newfound knowledge I started questioning how I could help him cope. My exact question was: what can I do to handle this?
The answer I received from my mom and my father in law was to pray. This allowed me to see that even at 3yrs old, I cannot control Urijah. He is his own person. I can be a good example and guide him the best that I can but ultimately the only real influence I will ever have on him is through the power of prayer. And so I prayed. Harder than I've prayed in a long time. I prayed that he may feel the Savior's love. That he may know that his dad lives him dearly. That, even though he doesn't quite understand the concept of time, he may know that we will see his dad soon. And I prayed that I would be more attuned to his emotional needs.
And the very next day, my little boy was back to his normal kindhearted, thoughtful and generous self.
And a here's a story of what happened that next day. I write it here so that I can always remember my testimony of the power of prayer.
Urijah was downstairs watching a show while Zuri played upstairs in her crib. I took the free moment to have a shower. When jumping out I heard some movement in the kitchen so I called out to Urijah to see what he was up to. And here's our conversation:
Me: Urijah. What are you busy with buddy?
Urijah: Nothing. Just making a sandwich for me and you.
Me: (alarmed but acting cool) Oh ok that sounds great. (so I grabbed Zuri and headed downstairs only to find my little boy whistling to himself and indeed making a sandwich - he had pulled a chair from the dining room, taken out a cutting board, a butter knife, bread, peanut butter and jam)
So naturally I took a picture.
As I continue to pray for him, I am comforted by the Heavenly help over our lives. It brings me so much joy to know that we have a Father in Heaven who not only loves us the parents but who is continously watching over our children.
And this is my testimony. Amen.
A few days ago I started noticing a significant change in Urijah's general attitude. He had started to adopt behavior that would make any parent a little worried. It was a gradual increase in shouting instead of talking. Throwing tantrums - serious tantrums! He would kick, scream, punch and even spit. This was definitely not the Urijah I know. The more frequent the tantrums, the more confused and worried I became.
I wondered whether I was to blame. Was I too soft on him? Maybe too strict for his age? What had I done to make him this way? It was only once speaking to my father in law that I realized what the real issue was. Urijah was dealing with his father's absence. He's still 3yrs old and therefore not able to express his emotions entirely. I'm guessing that confusion and frustration had build up and the tantrums were a release. Albeit an unhealthy one but nonetheless a release.
With this newfound knowledge I started questioning how I could help him cope. My exact question was: what can I do to handle this?
The answer I received from my mom and my father in law was to pray. This allowed me to see that even at 3yrs old, I cannot control Urijah. He is his own person. I can be a good example and guide him the best that I can but ultimately the only real influence I will ever have on him is through the power of prayer. And so I prayed. Harder than I've prayed in a long time. I prayed that he may feel the Savior's love. That he may know that his dad lives him dearly. That, even though he doesn't quite understand the concept of time, he may know that we will see his dad soon. And I prayed that I would be more attuned to his emotional needs.
And the very next day, my little boy was back to his normal kindhearted, thoughtful and generous self.
And a here's a story of what happened that next day. I write it here so that I can always remember my testimony of the power of prayer.
Urijah was downstairs watching a show while Zuri played upstairs in her crib. I took the free moment to have a shower. When jumping out I heard some movement in the kitchen so I called out to Urijah to see what he was up to. And here's our conversation:
Me: Urijah. What are you busy with buddy?
Urijah: Nothing. Just making a sandwich for me and you.
Me: (alarmed but acting cool) Oh ok that sounds great. (so I grabbed Zuri and headed downstairs only to find my little boy whistling to himself and indeed making a sandwich - he had pulled a chair from the dining room, taken out a cutting board, a butter knife, bread, peanut butter and jam)
So naturally I took a picture.
As I continue to pray for him, I am comforted by the Heavenly help over our lives. It brings me so much joy to know that we have a Father in Heaven who not only loves us the parents but who is continously watching over our children.
And this is my testimony. Amen.
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