Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sunday Parenting

I just read this and cried my eyes out.

Anna Quindlen, Newsweek Columinst & Author


All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief.

I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults,
two taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the
same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with
me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that
make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower
gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I
like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets
and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves. Like the trick
soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the
baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through
the unreliable haze of the past.

Everything in all the books I once poured over is finished for me
now. Penelope Leach., T. Berry Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on
sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood
education, all grown obsolete. Along with Goodnight Moon and Where
the Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I
suspect that if you flipped the pages dust would rise like memories.
What those books taught me, finally, and what the women on the
playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations --what they
taught me, was that they couldn't really teach me very much at all.

Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then
becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that
it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds
well to positive reinforcement, another can be managed only with a
stern voice and a timeout. One child is toilet trained at 3, his
sibling at 2. When my first child was born, parents were told to put
baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-
up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs
because of research on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent
this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing.

Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research
will follow. I remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr.
Brazelton's wonderful books on child development, in which he
describes three different sorts of infants: average, quiet, and
active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an 18-month old who
did not walk. Was there something wrong with his fat little legs?
Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he
developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last
year he went to China Next year he goes to college.
He can talk just fine. He can walk, too.

Every part of raising children is humbling, too. Believe me,
mistakes were made. They have all been enshrined in the 'Remember-
When- Mom-Did ' Hall of Fame. The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the
bad language, mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed.
The times I arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare
sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came
barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I
responded, 'What did you get wrong?'. (She insisted I include that.)
The time I ordered food at the McDonald's drive-through
speaker and then drove away without picking it up from the window.
(They all insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to watch the
Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I thinking?

But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while
doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly
clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs.
There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a
quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and
1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked
about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that
night.

I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing:
dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little
more and the getting it done a little less. Even today I'm not sure
what worked and what didn't, what was me and what was simply life.
When they were very small, I suppose I thought someday they would
become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I suspect they
simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a
thousand ways that I back off and let them be. The books said to be
relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over
the top.

And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I
like best in the world who have done more than anyone to excavate my
essential humanity. That's what the books never told me. I was bound
and determined to learn from the experts. It just took me a while to
figure out who the experts were.



I like that little essay. My 3 "experts" are keeping me busy. They're still so little and I keep wondering what things I'll wish I could experience all over again when they get big.
This makes me want to make a list of things I like today.
TILT:
* going barefoot * barefoot children * the way my friend Alli laughs * Scott Matthews * toad stools * vintage tablecloths and candles * eating outside * summertime * teenage rock bands * greek yogurt * this little game I play on my iPhone * my amazing iPhone * twitter * this song on a playlist that i play that goes straight to my heart and squeezes it so much I can feel the whole world's love * parties * candles * bathtime * sandalwood * March 2009 * the way Julio dances * playing chase * giggling * * white corn tortillas * vintage flashcards with messages * hollyhocks * the word espejo * sticky rice with mango from Swing Thai * yoga * new babies * 5280 * word games * organic licorice * my daughter lulu's birth story * New York Times online slideshows * Stumble Upon and Firefox * kindergarten kiddo writing * home made birthday cards * playlists for friends * e cards from MOMA * circles & connections * handwriting * popcorn * whistling & jingling change * Barenaked Ladies "If I had a Million Dollars * 140 characters * big dreams * eyes * firefly & tigerlily * naps * Coldplay "Fix You" * having my first small business listed as one of the 205 reasons to like Denver! * Friday mornings * Sunday night dates * lists * sign language * acorns *color * you *
Om Namah Shivaya!
lizzie

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

i'm not a tattoo girl. but, if i were, i'd go to egg press for inspiration. {see image}
i am a mermaid girl. i love this rendering. so crisp and sweet. see my new happy place {2nd image}... i draw and paint scales like these all the time. i love the way egg press does these little windows for their powerful words. i think i'll paint powerful words tomorrow. and then paint my favorite motifs all around them. maybe.
¡ believe. spirit. light. grace. shine. magic. love. wonder. enchant. peace. sweetness. passion. beauty. risk. merrymaking. joy. treat!

goodnight moon.
lizzie
My June has been productive. Amazingly so.
I'm hoping to achieve a few more goals this month with my work. I have 3 commissions and 2 logos! And I'm working on a series for a show & hope to really get into the meat of that work this month. The commissions come first. ¡Claro que si! One is complete & delivered. One 1/2 finished... and the 3rd is a copy of one of my earlier pieces.... so it will fall right out of me. Then its me time.

Here is a pic of commission #1 {a wee bit blurry as my little Julio has been using the Canon & is unaware of the virtues of a clean lens}... I'm amazed at how quickly this work went from pallet to panel. It was a labor of love- it came shortly after a painful loss. I adore these little turnips as you know- which you do if you know me. Look at the 2nd image to see my inspiration. I love the hooked root. I love how it's like a little hook- it certainly snagged my heart. I'm amazed by its color.

Speaking of color. My religion. I wish I had a photo of the rainbow I saw this Sunday. It was amazing. Simply HUGE. The spectrum was represented in triplicate! So freeeeeking cool.
It makes me giggle to think of clients asking me for a "natural" pallet. Hah! As if nature is not ROYGBIV itself. BTW, boring peeps- do you see brown in ROYGBIV? Yeah, Yeah, I know. Brown is all of them mixed together and is indeed the "earth tone"... but DUDES the spectrum is natural... I mean look at this darling little rainbow chard leaf:


I think my next family pet should be named ROYGBIV. We can call him "G". Bonus points if you can guess what kind of pet he'd be. :)
XOXO,
Lizzie
p.s.
I miss you so.
p.p.s.
My kiddos are eating popsicles. They're noisy and annoying. But, they're all natural. The OCA would be super proud.