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The “alien with tentacles”

The kids are very excited with the arrival of a new baby soon. They are having even more fun feeling my stomach and watching the roller coaster style waves.

Just about every day now they are excitedly asking me, “Is Thomas awake???” which basically means they want to get a kick out of him (ha-ha – no pun intended).

A funny conversation ensued after dinner tonight.

Catherine (spinning around with excitement): “Clare! Guess what?! Thomas was T-O-T-A-L-L-Y AWAKE today and Mommy let me feel her stomach! It was SO weird! Like tentacles inside or an alien raging around! Some other kind of being, but it’s a baby!!! Oh! I can’t wait!” (She uses her hands to demonstrate the alienness of the whole thing.)

She reminds me so much of this enthusiastic girl:   “:)”

Bedrest :( (as much as one can with five kids running around)

My OB, concerned about the baby’s head being “too low” and my “experienced cervix” has recommended I take it easy as much as possible with lots of rest until birth. Gravity’s effects have become increasingly uncomfortable on my body, so I am supposed to “go parallel” whenever it gets to be too much.

This morning is one such day, but I haven’t even done anything yet. Yikes!  Thankfully, my in-laws are coming over today to help watch the kids, and my  mother-in-law (who is a very good cook!) will be bringing spaghetti & meatballs for dinner.

The Birthday Girls

We have two birthday girls in our house this week. Teresa is now three and Gianna is now six! They were really excited to get their own cakes & cupcakes and pick out the special food and activities for the family to celebrate the day they were born.

As I told them, the day they were born was one of the happiest of my life! Thank God for my precious daughters.

Teresa (Look at that face! :) )

Gianna with the cake she made herself! (Well, sort of...)

Commerce

A few weeks ago, my son went out and bought quite a few packs of gum. He is always trying to get the girls to see what a “nice guy” he is, even though they don’t always believe him and are not always receptive to him (Poor guy :( ). Most of the injurious things he does to them are accidental. So, the gum he bought has become his dream answer! Now, he has a way to get the girls attention and get them to play with him, and they even get rewarded for doing it! In a moment you’ll understand why this post is entitled, “Commerce”.

John came up with a point system, by which the girls can win points in order to “earn” pieces of gum. I’m told the girls are eligible for winning points by answering trivia questions properly, or doing some of his chores, or playing the most fun game of all, called “Dungeon Guy”.

“What is Dungeon Guy?” you might ask. According to Catherine (Age 8), everyone gathers around to brainstorm a solution to a hypothetical problem. The funniest one of all, she says, was last night when John said the following:

“You see the dark shadow of a man outlined in a window frame! And he’s holding a gun! WHAT DO YOU DO?!”

Catherine & Clare unanimously call out, “SHOOT HIM!”

Neither Catherine nor Clare got any points for this one as John says, “Nice going, guys! You just shot MacGyver!”

In another episode in this game John asks the girls, “There’s a wood crate on the ground, you have to walk past it. Do you hammer it to try to get it open? Or run past it as fast as possible?” Clare says, “hammer it open”, while Catherine says, “Run past it quick!” John announces that Catherine got the points for that game, as Clare hammered it & it blew up!

Clare asking for a piece of gum, gets this question from John, “What is 4 x 4 x 4 squared? And then what is its square root?”

For the past week, all my kids have the unmistakable smell of mint gum wafting in the air as they pass by me.

This system of “commerce” has brought them together & they have truly had fun with each other because of it! They have been so engrossed in this game, that they have been asking John for trivia questions at every opportunity. It’s nice to see their camaraderie and teamwork :) .

What’s this?

What’s this I wake up to? I may have woke up more overwhelmed than usual with the new baby kicking inside me reminding me that he’ll be arriving soon; I am not sure. But, within minutes my mind was racing with an unending list of things to do. Which resulted in tears. Not a fun way to wake up. :(  All this resulted in me turning to my husband and asking for my “emergency remedy”:  dark chocolate and a large glass of milk. After a little conversation with him, I realized something: I am lacking true joy. With all that I have, I can’t believe I feel sad. It is predictable that at the end of all my pregnancies, I tend to get down. I struggled through the morning, got my kids to their catechism classes at church on time, made it to a beautiful Mass, and smiled at friends. My spirits lifted after Mass when I had completed the most important tasks of the day.

Although I can now look back on the day with joy, there is a thought pervading my mind. Why has God blessed a woman like me with depressive tendencies with many children and all that I have? Why can’t some of those women who are immaculate housekeepers and gourmet cooks, chirpy and chipper in every way, albeit infertile, get the chance to do as I am doing? The answer came to me as we prayed the rosary on the way to church, “I am not the mother I want to be, but I am the mother God wants me to be”.

The remedy for this certain darkness? As St. John of the Cross says, “What is needed is hope”.

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I check my email after writing this to find a link sent by a dear friend entitled “A Mother’s Liturgy of the Hours” written by Danielle Bean. Hmmm…my life perfectly explained. Exactly what I HOPED to hear!

The Killer Instinct

I assigned my 13 year old son the task of reading “Bambi” to our 2 year daughter this morning. Initially, Teresa’s reaction when John asked if he could read to her was, “No, John, you don’t do it right”. Being within earshot of this, I felt a need to correct her, since John was simultaneously arguing with her that this inaccurate idea was something 5 year old sister, Gianna, made up. Pretty soon, I figured out exactly what they meant!

“….So, Bambi’s mom took him to meet all the animals of the forest, and when they were done with that, they went to run around in the field…”

“Ok, but a little brief,” I complained, “wasn’t it?”

“Well, that’s because the other version just takes too long!” John replied.

“Ok,” I thought to myself, “he’s such a sweet kid to want to read to his little sister that I’ll just let it go at that.”

Moments later they resume reading. Teresa is innocently and trustingly looking around the room when I hear more of the story….with bits and pieces thrown in that I’ve never heard before!

“Bambi’s girlfriend, Faline, slipped on the ice and landed beneath a tree that a beaver carved up in such a way that it fell on both Bambi and Faline and chopped off their heads. Of course, there was a tactical nuclear warhead inside Bambi’s head, so that was the end of them both”.

This version was not created by Disney. Not even close.

At that point, boy was I glad I recently read Sally Thomas’ article entitled, “Killer Instinct” in the January 2010 edition of First Things magazine.  In it, Ms. Thomas asserts,

boys like the actions that weapons enable. They like shooting and slashing and stabbing at things, and if they don’t have anything to shoot, slash, or stab with, punching is good, too. Hand a girl a rock, and she will make a pet out of it. Hand a boy a baby doll, and—if no adult is looking—he will point its head at somebody and say, “Pow.”

Many parents, alarmed by such behavior start thinking about whether or not they should be concerned about ‘junior’ acting out his “aggressive impulses” . Should they call the child psychologist? Many do.  Moms (and school teachers, too) cannot help themselves but to try to remedy this “killer instinct” with soothing cajoling to the likes of, “Now, now, don’t do that; that’s not kind.”

As Ms. Thomas points out, you might as well tell the boy to stop being who he is.

When I overheard the storyline changing in John’s version of the Bambi story, I had one overriding thought before I, too, burst into laughter (my son was already laughing): “This situation is too tempting for him to actually expect that he would pull it off seriously without throwing a little aggression excitement into the mix.”

Remember, that for a boy, a desire to commit violence is not the same thing as a desire to commit evil (Ms. Thomas’ words). The true task of the parent is to appeal to the boy’s sense of chivalry; to protect another with his strength. This might be the root of where this desire comes from in the first place.

The article makes several more good points. It is well worth a read.


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