Friday, August 31, 2012

When Parenting Stinks

There are times when it just stinks to be a parent.

These little eggs represent a moment like that.  A moment when I didn't want to be a parent.

Aren't those beautiful eggs?

My T is a nature watcher.  He had been watching some Eastern Bluebirds for some time.  In his bird watching, he notice they kept flying into and out of a post.  He came running into the house one day, his face flushed with excitement.

"Momma, I have to show you something wonderful."

He hurried over to our fence post and told me to look into the hollowed out post.
This unassuming post held that sweet little nest and blue eggs.

T was thrilled to serve as grandfather to those eggs.  He monitored them and gave me daily reports.

Then horror struck.

As we pulled up into our drive after taking the boys to swim practice, we noticed the contracted electric company in the field behind our house.  A man with a bit of a Danny Bonaduce look about him met me at my truck as I was pulling out kids.

"We have your electric off for a minute while we reset the pole.  We had to pull around your car in front of the gate and knocked over your post but we reset that."

Panic.  Panic.  Panic.

"Which fence post?  Please not the tree post?"

"Ya, but we reset that."

"No, no, no.  That had a nest with new eggs in it.  My son has been watching them."

"Ah, sorry to hear about that."  And he walked away chewing on his toothpick.

T took off running to the fence.  The nest was there but no eggs.  We began searching the field.  No eggs.  No eggs.  Search.  No eggs.  No eggs.

Where did they go?

We held each other and cried.  Then we prayed for the birds knowing they are not human but that they do feel loss.  Then we talked about life circles and moving on.

We also hypothesized about where the eggs were.  Did the birds pick them up?  We kept seeing the birds go in and out.  Were they harvesting their materials for their new nest?

Here's the deal.  I have a crazy life that I grew up with.  I never learned to cope with anything.  I just tucked things away or fixed them.  Ya, that works for a while.  Until your early 20's and you have a breakdown.  Oh, that was just me?  My biggest parenting cause is to teach my kids coping mechanisms.  I will not allow them to wallow in sorrow or ignore it.  There is a balance.  There is a process.  And that is what we started working on.

We discovered that Eastern Bluebirds will lay another set of eggs each year.  We were hopeful that the nest of eggs lost was their first set.

T would come in and tell me daily about how the birds seemed very upset.  His own face reflecting deep sadness.

Fast forward two weeks.  I was sitting on the swing on our front porch talking to my mom on the phone when I noticed Mr and Mrs Bluebird hustling in and out of the post.  Something seemed suspicious.  Not the usual activity.

Honestly, I was nervous about looking into their little hole.

But I did.

Then I yelled.

And quickly ran to get Tristan.

All the while forgetting that my mom was being held in my hand.

I told Tristan to look inside.

Here, experience it with him.

 Double take.  Closer look.  For real.

A BABY BIRD!!!  And eggs under it!  How in the world???  I don't know, but we are so thankful and thrilled.

T's fight with the electric company was not over.  He made a sign that read: Do Not Disturb.  Baby Birds Growing.  And then provided an illustration of the consequences.  Electric men being attacked by birds.  

Brett thought we were a bit extreme assuring us that the electric company was finished with us and had moved down the line.  Haha, we had the last laugh.  The very day the sign was posted, they came back.  They read the sign.  They did tread lightly.  

Granddaddy T was looking out for his baby bird.  

But some moments are like that.  Stinky, sad, hide under the covers sort of moments.  Then sometimes they are made right.  Glorious, happy, shout from the mountaintop sort of moments.  And that's a good summation of parenting in general.

We fight the good fight.  No matter the day.  We parent on.  We love.  We teach.  We embrace.  Day after day.

{Bonus Game} My brain is fried.  I'm the mom to 5 kids.  Two being 19 mos and 3 mos.  I barely sleep.  I spelled yous for use, fas for face, and setting for sitting.  These are the ones I noticed and corrected.  But for your entertainment and enjoyment, feel free to notice my other brain slips. I did it for you.  {Just go with it, will you?}

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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Keeping Cool

I know it's a little redundant to say it's hot, but, It's HOT! ...and ...dry.

Our creeks are all dried up and we had a little (read, almost 3 weeks with no water) water issue so, no pool. What do you do when it's so hot?  Well, you play in the shade in the early morning for one.

Meet Oil and Water.  These two are so funny.  Lady Bug mostly yells at her brother Hoot.  He infuriates her.  She will be in the car seat asleep, he is sitting behind her.  She will wake up yelling his name, even though he is doing absolutely nothing to her.

Okay, this one made me laugh.  I moved her toothbrush because it was just sitting on the counter.  {Hello, GERMS!}  She came into the bathroom with me.  I noticed her spin her head this way and that.  She then put her hands up and asked, "Where brush?"  I told her a simple, "No."  I just didn't feel like dealing with the 30 plus minute brush-a-thon she is capable of.  The girl looked out of the corner of her eyes and in that I knew it my old nemesis sort of voice said, "Hooooot."  {Of course she said his real name, but you get it.}  Sweet boy, I feel for him.

When not yelling and bossing him, she follows and mimics everything he does.

Why wouldn't you wear winter pj's under a Luigi costume in 100 degrees of heat??!

She found her cool spot.  It's the same place our dog lays.  The dirt is dug out a little here.  Okay, I love her.  Bossy or not.

Then you have this kid who just hangs out and talks to me about important 10 yr old stuff.  Like how it would be easy to be a real life Batman or Tony Stark--Iron Man.  You just need money, science and gadgetry.  He's working out the details on a real life Captain America, and according to T, it starts with an organic diet.  A real life Captain America would have to be super healthy.

Back to Oil.  She seems to have the same relationship with her baby sister, who we will call Jelly Bean, as she does with Hoot.  That girl loves her sister.  Loves her so much, it is a little overwhelming to Jelly Bean.
But what's a 12 wk old to do but grin or whimper and endure the love.

Still playing in the shade.  Hillbilly pool.  If I still lived on the flat land terrain, I would say Red Neck.  For today's purposes, we'll say Hillbilly.  Hillbilly pool.  Hillbilly fun.
 Soooo, my new baby was supposed to be born in this tub loaned to me from a friend.  One baby has been born in it, dozens of kids have played in and out of it, slime for VBS has been mixed in it, we attempted to birth a baby in it {another story, another time}, it has been filled with water during our no water stint, and now my kids are using it as a pool to cool off during this horrendous summer until we return it to its rightful owners.  It is a good tub with a good story.

You can tell the rowdy bunch from the solo not so rowdy.

For now, we will just try to keep cool in our neck of the woods, er, mountain.  Dry and hot as it is, it is still beautiful.
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