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Pound Cake Recipe

Grandma and Grandpa came to visit today. Grandma and Grandpa brought lots of goodies. Grandma and Grandpa brought cake! And muffins! And more cake…a homemade pound cake to be exact.

We put the homemade pound cake to the side while we finished everything else in the delicious basket of goodies. Then we played games and practiced piano and went to the playground.

After Grandma and Grandpa went home, out came the pound cake! I overheard all the girls saying they thought it tasted like cheesecake. While I was working quietly in my room, Teresa came up to me and said, “Well, that pound cake tastes a little like cheesecake, and milk, and salad, and mustard, and TOENAILS.”

Toenails?!? Oh my! No offense, Grandma, but I don’t think I’ll be eating THAT anytime soon!

The L-M Menagerie

We are the proud parents of six children, as well as various pets. In the past month, we have added butterflies and rats to our menagerie. Our home now houses 19 inhabitants. Granted five of them are a transient flying species, but the rest of us are in it for the long haul:

Stench

The girls and I hopped in the car this morning to go to church here. (My husband and son woke up early and went to the 9am Mass, but the girls and I always have a hard time getting there on time…As a matter of fact, we have a hard time getting anywhere on time! ) Although the Latin mass is beautiful, that’s not why we go there. We go there because the liturgy is inspirational and helps me appreciate the richness of the Catholic faith. My kids like going there because they say it is easier to pay attention and when the  younger ones get bored, they can look at the beautiful artwork. Also, the priests don’t “tamper” with the liturgy – they don’t try to make it “cool” or modern. I really appreciate that. I don’t want to attend Mass somewhere the priest changes the Apostles’ Creed or substitutes words in an attempt to be less offensive. In so doing, I feel offended!

Anyhoo, as we are driving along, my six year old notifies me that her stomach hurts and she doesn’t feel well. So, I put on my nurse hat and after asking her a few questions, I diagnose the problem as as a muscle cramp. “Just because your stomach hurts does not mean you might vomit”, I quacked over my shoulder. As I’m driving, I take the opportunity to hone up on my basketball skills. I wad up a plastic bag from the grocery store into a ball, and toss it at her when I come to a stoplight. (She’s in the back row.) She catches it! I tell her to hold onto it “just in case”. (Moms around the world – ALWAYS carry around an extra plastic shopping bag – they are the multi-purpose solution for all life’s messes and emergencies: diaper change time, mud, food fragments…the list goes on…)

Shortly after, I heard a noise like someone spilled a water bottle. Then I remember that no one back there had a water bottle. Then I noticed the unmistakable stench of? VOMIT!

Pandemonium breaks out as everyone sees that their sister did NOT use the plastic bag I gave her! Wails and screams from the rear seat emerge as they discuss whether it would be safe to ride without a seat belt rather than sit next to vomit girl or stick their heads out a window!

Catherine, with highly exaggerated fake crying states, “That’s not a muscle cramp! That’s a vomit cramp! Evacuate!!! Everyone! Evacuate!!!”

What! A vomit cramp?! LOL! This really cut the stench with a knife and we all burst out into tears of laughter.

Poor vomit girl felt we were laughing at HER. Not a fun position to be in…

I tried to explain away how bad of a mother I was being – that the whole situation was just being relieved by hilarity.  To no avail.

So here is my public apology: I am so sorry I laughed at you when you were sick, dear! I’ll try very hard not to be a mean mommy in the future.

Oh! And I need to make sure I put a new plastic bag in my backpack for next time!

The other side

Sorry to be so self-focused today, but this blog entry is “all about me”. Some who know me well know about my “dark side” (ha-ha-ha – evil laugh cackling in the background…). From the outside, it may appear that I am a good, Catholic girl from a good Catholic family who tries hard to do no wrong. That is true – it is one side of me. But those who know me better – like my husband – know the truth, and those who live with me 24/7 can attest to the other side.

There are times in family life when you are surrounded by those who love you, but you feel lonelier than ever. There are many hats to wear as a mother – and sometimes your husband and kids play tug-of-war over you. You get upset because your own offspring say the meanest things to each other. There are times when your kids make you feel like a ball bounced around like a game of four-square. There are times of elation, like the birth of a new baby, and other high moments of growth & excitement in your children’s lives, but truth be told, most of the time, I wonder if I’m really doing a good job & why I got into this situation in the first place.

Doubt is part of the human condition, and often the experience of it eventually leads to confirmation of the doubted ideas and a new determination *where your steps “stir up no dust” *.

Instead of posting a bunch of blog entries about how perfect my life has been the past few months, I decided to take a break. Now, I reveal the reason.

I recently realized I am plagued by post-partum depression. Studies show it peaks between 6-8 months postpartum. I am not crying constantly or contemplating jumping off a bridge. I am dealing with insomnia, indecisiveness (not such a good thing when you have six kids to direct!), feeling overwhelmed, and a general feeling of sadness. I am upset because my body is showing signs of wear due to giving birth to six kids. I am no longer twenty-five and able to bounce right back into shape. This time around, I’m forced to focus on priorities.

It always strikes me as so weird when this happens to me, since in reality, and logically, I know I have the most important things in life, but in practice it doesn’t feel that way. And when one’s ability to feel something isn’t in sync, it is harder to really believe it, and act accordingly.

Truth be told, I have struggled with depression/anxiety since I was in my teens. Over the years I’ve decided that I am not about to let it compromise me or rob me of the life I always wanted. It is my enemy and I am on the offense against it. I refuse to throw away my dreams of  having a house full of children, staying home with my kids, and a strong marriage and partnership with my best friend. My fulfillment lies in living out this described life with strength, as this here picture shows:

This is a picture of Joseph, Mary and Jesus on the Flight to Eygpt. Notice Joseph and Jesus resting while Mary remains steadfast. It is an image from the Basilica of the Immaculate Conception in Washington, D.C. (I meditated on this image while giving birth to my two oldest children.)

To any woman who struggles with depression – I’m right there with you.

The good news is, you don’t have to let it zap your energy or your life. All of us have our trials ( or “crosses” as they are sometimes called). This is one that reminds us how immortal we are.

Society does little to support a mother’s vocation. You won’t find help there. You have to decide to live it and “just do it”, keeping in mind the wisdom of those gone before you.*

It takes a certain humility to admit that one cannot have it all. There are always going to be crosses, or “holes”.

One day, it dawned on me that this was something to accept, rather than to run from. St. Augustine says, “Our hearts are restless, O God, until they rest in you”, and so it was with me. All the years the holes I experienced were not supposed to be “fixed”, they were to be accepted. It was supposed to be lived through. Going through it gives a better understanding of existence.

So it is true with my current situation. For the times of doubt remember, as my grandmother used to say, “It will be quick, fast, and easy.” You will eventually walk through to the other side.

Thank you, St. Clare for the following quotation:

QUOTATIONS OF ST. CLARE OF ASSISI

“What you hold, may you always hold,
What you do, may you always do and never abandon.
But with swift pace, light step,
unswerving feet,
so that even your steps stir up no dust,
may you go forward
securely, joyfully, and swiftly,
on the path of prudent happiness,
not believing anything
that would dissuade you from this resolution
or that would place a stumbling block for you on the way,
so that you may offer your vows to the Most High
in the pursuit of that perfection
to which the Spirit of the Lord has called you.”

– Second Letter to Agnes (11-14)

On vacation?

I haven’t written a post in a while. I have about five drafts that are unfinished and unpublished, but I can’t seem to break through and write something substantive.

Until I get there, please enjoy the ‘Archives’ ! There is a lot there; a lot of really good writing and many funny stories. I have faith that I’ll get back on track soon. Keep checking back!

Kitty

The younger girls are playing their favorite make-believe game: “Kitty”.
You can probably guess the object of the game.
They often make me laugh when playing it, as I overhear their dialogue:
“And since my fur was so silky, instead of going backward down the stairs, I went down forward like a sled!” (by Gianna)


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