My First Nativity Scene

I don’t know where I got this, but it was my first and only nativity scene when I was in high school. It was mine, in my room. I took it to college and it sat in a corner of my dorm room. Now, when I unpack it with my Christmas decorations, it reminds me of the joy of simplicity: while it’s cheap, it’s a Christmas reminder of the humility of Christ’s stable. This year it’s sitting on my desk.

When I take it out next year and the next, I’ll remember that a 14-month-old should never be left within reach of anything even remotely sentimental (he threw this down the stairs within 3 minutes). It is breakable. Surprise!

Thank goodness for elmer’s glue.

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Why We Teach Our Children of Santa Claus

“Oh, and you must not forget the Kris Kringle. The child must believe in him until she reaches the age of six.”

“Mother, I know there are no ghosts or fairies. I would be teaching my child foolish lies.”

Mary spoke sharply. “You do not know whether there are not ghosts on earth or angels in heaven.”

“I know there is no Santa Claus.”

“Yet you must teach the child that these things are so.”

“Why? When I, myself, do not believe?”

“Because,” explained Mary Rommely simply, “the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which things live that never were. It is necessary that she believe. She must start out by believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. …”

“The child will grow up and find out things for herself. She will know that I lied. She will be disappointed.”

“That is what is called learning the truth. It is a good thing to learn the truth one’s self. To first believe with all your heart, and then not to believe, is good too. It fattens the emotions and makes them stretch. When as a woman life and people disappoint her, she will have had practice in disappointment and it will not come so hard. …”

The night that Francie Nolan was born; conversation between her mother and grandmother. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, page 84-85.

Paul’s Second Halloween

This Halloween, Paul wore his new pajamas. He was a Dino Pal while he slept! Here he is, happy in the morning as usual (he must be related to his father…). I tried to tell him about the dinosaurs. But I don’t know much, so I made some things up. If we go with dinosaurs again, Mommy will study!

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Why I Love BUTTERFLY

My arms stretch, from the little finger muscles and the forearm to the muscles of the shoulder – muscles reaching in ways they haven’t moved in months. Or years. Fingers together. Arms in unison. The ultimate stretch: form a key hole, push back, and over.

My head bobs up and down in a rhythm, fighting the resistance the water provides, and yet floating without a care. I pry my head up and gasp for air every second stroke.

My torso moves, my chest stretching thin and my derrière tensing.

My legs propel me forward, my toes splashing the old ladies dancing nearby, my feet twisting together through the water, my thighs sending me far.

My lungs strain by the end of two laps: a proud I-just-swam-BUTTERFLY feeling.

Maybe I’ll do three laps tomorrow. Until then, I’ll stick with FREESTYLE.

BUTTERFLY is part of Phase Two of the Not-So-Frumpy Campaign: Exercise. I can lap swim for only $55 a year at my township pool. Babysitting is another $3 an hour: It is worth it.

(Phase One of the Not-So-Frumpy Campaign was purchasing a new hair dryer, because drying and doing my hair makes me feel 200 times better about myself; surely that was worth $50 once?)

I didn’t watch Michael Phelps in August; I was on vacation in New Zealand. But here he is anyway. Doesn’t this look like fun (in German too)?

Underwater view:

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Mom’s Guest Post on Rebecca Reads

Mom helped me write yesterday’s post on Three Cups of Tea for my book blog!

Everyone liked our opposing points review. You’ll notice one person commented,

Both of the reviews were so well written, I don’t know which one I want to believe more!

I also recently was invited by Hachette Books USA to giveaway some boxes full of Halloween books! Click over here and enter before Friday at midnight, CDT. I’m giving away one box of books for every ten people who enter the contest, and there are only 15 entered thus far. That’s pretty good odds, if you ask me!

You know, Rebecca Reads got its start on this site. I posted the first reviews here from January to May, and then I realized that, because there is a whole world of people whole really care about books, I’d start my own blog just about books. That way, I don’t have to bore you “Mommy blog” readers with my book stuff and I wouldn’t bore my book-cyber-friends with my “Mommy blog” stuff.

I started two other blogs at the same time; the other two have fizzled out, but my book blog is going strong. I love it, and I find myself reading more and thinking about what I read more. It’s my new favorite thing. If you ever care, come on over and join the books discussion!

Paul in Early October, Age 1 Year

Cowboy Joe (Oct 2 and Oct 11)

Paul never gives much attention to his stuffed animals. Cowboy Joe is no exception, although I personally love Cowboy Joe. I tried to get a cute picture of the two “friends,” but Paul would have none of it!

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Birthday (Oct 7)

Paul had a happy birthday, I guess, since he didn’t know what was happening. I share pictures of his “party” here. Here’s his reaction to my singing him “Happy Birthday” first thing in the morning. (Not much reaction, I know.)

October 10, 2008

Here are some pictures of our happy guy. (He just had a drink of water, which is why his shirt is very wet.)

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Originally posted November 21, 2008.

The Mother’s Way

I’ve wanted to be more “creative” lately, so I picked up a book of ideas, The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. I liked some of her suggestions, but others just weren’t right.

Her main premise is that creativity is God-given, and if we nurture ourselves, we will find it within us. That concept reminded me of Elder Uchtdorf’s talk at the Relief Society meeting:

The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul. No matter our talents, education, backgrounds, or abilities, we each have an inherent wish to create something that did not exist before.

Everyone can create. You don’t need money, position, or influence in order to create something of substance or beauty.

Creation brings deep satisfaction and fulfillment. We develop ourselves and others when we take unorganized matter into our hands and mold it into something of beauty .

Julia Cameron tells us that the key to career resiliency (that is, finding a creative career more suited to your creativity) is self-empowerment and choice. Since I stepped out of an office (my choice) to have my baby (also my choice) and I haven’t been back (still my choice), I pretty much chose my current career. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently. Agnes de Mille (quoted on page 144)

Raising a family is my destiny.

I picked up this book at just the wrong time. She has good ideas, but I don’t have time for them. And some ideas really don’t seem all that good. She encourages readers to take the time to write 20 minutes in the morning pages, write another hour every day, and take a break every week for an artist’s date. Get a sitter now, stop serving other people, and serve yourself for once. If you don’t let yourself do these things, she suggests, you aren’t giving yourself the luxury you deserve.

Part way into this book, I realized why I was so bothered: My baby is my luxury. I waited my entire life to be a mother, and I have the blessing of staying home with my baby. It means I’m not going to write for an hour every day. Serving others, particularly my baby, is a great way that I feel spiritual; if I only served myself all the time, I’d feel very depressed. Life is about service to others!

Yet, I think she has good points for people trying to make creativity a career; you can’t make a career out of writing on the side. Toni Morrison (quoted on page 97) said:

We are traditionally rather proud of ourselves for having slipped creative work in there between the domestic chores and obligations. I’m not sure we deserve such big A-pluses for that.

I completely agree: I’ve been trying to slip in my creativity during the day. But that’s not how it’s done. If I’m serious about my writing, I must be serious when I write.

Cameron would probably suggest that I’m afraid to start being creative, so I’m using my baby as an excuse. Maybe I am afraid. But she does asks the reader to ponder what gives us true joy (page 110), and we are encouraged to pursue that thing. I realized that I already am pursuing it: my baby gives me true joy. Yes, it’s hard work to always watch him every day. No, there really isn’t any time off, although there are nap breaks most days. I suppose that to be truly creative, I can’t be a full-time, never-stop mom, as I am. But I don’t want to change that for any amount of creativity.

By reading The Artist’s Way, I’ve been inspired to seek moments of creativity. I won’t write a novel this month, but I’ll start writing the morning pages. I might not make a daily career of my writing, but I’ll do what I can on the side.

That’s not something to be proud of, but it’s what I can do now, in the midst of my dream career. And I can be proud of following “The Mother’s Way.”

One Year Old

Paul is one-year-old today. I spent all day trying to think of something creative and deep I could write on my page that shows how much I learned in the past year and how much I love my little boy. I didn’t think of anything clever.

Today I did wipe his nose a number of times . And we ate. A lot. He’s a happy little boy, but my does he love to eat!

I love my little boy. I’ve learned a lot.