Celebrating a decade of motherhood...

Yes, we are alive....I let my feelings of self consciousness get in the way of writing....when it's been so long since I last wrote...I shan't dwell on it tho. 

It's been interesting how cold it has been this year. I think about how in 'The Long Winter', the very old native man told Ingalls and the towns folk that this was the beginning of a very cold cycle of winters. I wonder if we are entering a similar cycle.

As I write, our Fisher wood stove crackles at the other end of the room. I told my mom recently, that for all the years she dreamed of having a wood stove/cook stove in our home growing up....I am certain we had no idea of how much work it is. Cutting, splitting, carrying, stocking....But I guess that is the unfolding realization of every homesteader. The work it took to survive, for the early homesteaders, and tribes living of the wilderness and land, is almost unfathomable.

And yet, with each little homestead step, it sends such waves of joy of accomplishment.

On the subject of joy, my content, chubby baby Shilo is now five months. Oh, why are they all so eager to grow up?

It was a revelation to me the other day that it has now been one decade of motherhood for me, one decade of babies, toddlers, preschoolers and children....which means a decade of teenagers!!! Hahaha - I can't even imagine that. I just hope and pray that they love each other jealously and are the best comrades to each other.

 For now, I watch....watch the families, of whom the adult children have excellent camaraderie, compassion, faith, honesty and an attractive humility.  How can I grow that in my home?

 A snobby proud mama moment for me was when one of my children at age 8 had said, "Who's Dora?"...and then the 5 and 3 year old at that time, chimed in, "Ya, who's Dora?" Meanwhile, I was shocked, with a tinge of waldorf-parent-satisfaction, that they were not attached to the trendy characters.

I'm told that during Waldorf School interviews it is strongly recommended that the families allow their children a modest to minimal amount of mainstream media.

There are so many excellent stories, rich characters, plots, adventures, with noble themes amongst literature, classics, Scripture, and fairy tales, etc. My proud mommy moment this week happened during a play that my oldest three (9,6 and 4yrs) had created. It was about a knight on a brave and treacherous quest for some precious treasure. He met an old wise lady, a fairy, and a princess, on his way, until he at last found the treasure; a piece of paper, and on it was written, 'LOVE'. And the narrator announced, 'because the greatest treasure of all is Love!' Where did they get that, I do not know, I had expected a treasure of gold and silver, or a million bucks or something. Although, all those folk and fairy tales always reiterate bravery, honesty, wholesomeness, integrity and humility, well, and of course, Love!

I really do enjoy taking the time to blog. Many days I'm overwhelmed by the day to day tasks in front of me. And being out of the groove of it, insecurity creeps up....thanks for visiting - I know in the case of this read it's a bit of a one way conversation - but I look forward to reading your commentaries and hope to reply back to you or visit your corner of the internet, with my coffee in hand.