Heaven Help Me!

Here is the link for my other blog, Many Green Acres . Think of it as part two…picking up where Heaven Help Me! left off. I am not sure about the title – it may need to be reworked, thought over, etc. That will all come with time.

Christine

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Hello dear friends! I have not written in some time. There is much to write about, but since moving is like a new chapter in our life I am considering starting a new blog to mark this transition. It will be accessible via our family’s home page www.lundmolfese.com, so don’t worry, it won’t be hard to find. Until then, please keep coming back here to see what’s new!

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I am nine and a half hours away from my former home near Chicago, living on a farm in the middle of nowhere. Today, the transmission on our van gave out and I needed a taxi. My taxi driver was from Elmwood Park. What are the odds of that?!

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Last night I watched Rocky Balboa. I was struck by the scene with his son when he said these words:

“the world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows; it’s a very mean and nasty place. I don’t care how tough you are – it will beat you to your knees and keep you there, permanently if you let it…but it ain’t about how hard you hit, it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done! Now if you know what you’re worth, go out and get what you’re worth. But you got to be willing to take the hits and not point the finger saying you aren’t where you want to be because of him or her or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain’t you! You’re better than that! I’m always gonna’ love you no matter what. No matter what happens. You’re my son (daughter*) and you’re my blood. You’re the best thing in my life. But until you start believing in yourself, you ain’t gonna’ have a life.”

~ Rocky Balboa

* I added daughter, because I have four of them.

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Any mom can tell you that once an infant becomes interested in food, eating becomes a foolhardy challenge. I have broken this down into “stages”:

First, they stare at you with a longing that makes you want to share/

Then, they do their best to reach for it with their wiggly, not yet expertly coordinated, fingers (so cute)!

Next, they start to grab food off your plate, examine it in detail by staring intently at it while turning it around at every possible angle, and eat it (this is a pattern for many years to follow).

Finally, they grab food out of your mouth and put it straight into theirs.

Then, you start to eat all meals when the baby is sleeping!

I had to giggle the other day when I realized that I do the same thing to my kids! I will make them a sandwich, but I don’t usually make myself one, since it makes no sense to do so. I know full well there will be leftovers of some sort – crust or otherwise.

So, I’m sitting there with my three year-old talking about all her stuffed animals and what they’ve been up to these days, when I notice she has taken the “cover” off her six cracker sandwiches. She has eaten the cheese entirely out of some of them, others she has scraped a partial amount of the cheese off with her teeth, and left both sides of the cracker untouched. I pick one up. I examine it. I start to bite it, chew it; it tastes ok.  So, I ask her why she didn’t want them, as I continue chewing the one I picked, and she answers while continuing to partially scrape the cheese off another.

3 y/o: “Well, Mommy, I spread chocolate milk on them and then they didn’t taste so good.”

Me: <Gag, gag!!!> “What?! Did you do that to this one?”

3 y/o (calmly with a smile): “Well, yes, Mommy, I did!”

I think I have learned my lesson now. Next time, I will make myself my own sandwich.

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