• Archive for March 2015

    Mr. Wild

    Sunday, March 8, 2015


    Someday I will remember, from the view of longing, to slip back, hold him in my lap, sooth so many of his meltdowns with the comfort of my love. 

    Someday he will be big, responsible and grown away from mothering needs.
     I think I may grieve that. 
    These days with him are hectic, he is so… wild. 
    There is no rhyme, no reason. 

    One week he will skip, jolly through the grocery store, cheerfully smiling at those around and helpfully pattering away at my side, other weeks he cries, loses all composure at the mere mention of leaving home, he glumly hides under the bulk of his coat (regardless of outdoor temperatures) he panics, losses his breath, screams and shrills! 
    From here the only recovery will be if he slips into a fitful sleep. 

    Somedays he is the highlight of our home, so much life, brimming with joy and laughter. 
    There are fun days when stories, hilarious antics flow out of him, capturing us all in stitches! There are sweet days genuine displays of thoughtfulness. 

    Yet, yet there are darker days. Really, when not even I can figure him, sooth him, heal whatever tempestuous storm is raging beyond understanding. 
    He is an odd sort of confident independence and moody defiance.

    Somedays it is hard to reach him. I get lost a bit, in the overwhelm. I forget to treasure what makes him unique. 

    The way he ties, everything, up! Or tapes anything, or every things to anything or everything. Yesterday it was the blinds, tape and tape and tape and yarn and rope!
     Took me a while (better part of the day) to get the taped blinds free.   

    He will unfold every pair of sock, match them to his preference, line them all up and pick his own flare. Everyday its a new combo, everyday all the ‘un-chosen’ socks are left in long lines across his bedroom floor.
    Every day he repeats this sock choosing ritual.

    This boy does not settle down and play often, but when he does it is with all intensity. 
    Shear focus and all encompassing imagination. 

    He lines objects up
    methodical and mathematical. 

    He keeps me in his radar, night and day, likes me to be near, as in within view. 

    Endearing and overwhelming. 

    Like the other children, their blessing, a prayer placed in our paternal hearts at infancy, from the Lord and found in scripture. 
    Hung by their bed. 
    His is there. 
    We read it often out loud, once we’ve made it through all the stories and lullabies, hugs and kisses, the endless bedtime procrastination, once he's unwound and settled, when our patience is running thin, Dad steadier then my concerns, reads it confident, a voiced assurance sure and slow, as if he is speaking into the deep parts of our boy, the wild one.
     Ancient words that are hope filled.

    According to the family tree of the Hebronites, 
     held pride of place.

    In the fortieth year of David’s reign (his last), the Hebron family tree was researched and outstanding men were found at Jazer in Gilead, namely, Jeriah and 2,700 men of his extended family: David the king made them responsible for administration of matters related to the worship of God and the work of the king in the territory east of the Jordan—the Reubenites, the Gadites, and the half-tribe of Manasseh.
    1 Chronicles 26
    This prayer, this blessings, a sort of promise, I cling to. Ruminate over, mull it around the concerns. God spoke it so clear when I grew him within, long before I even knew he was a boy. 

    He is as unique as his name that is so full of meaning.

    He is my wild, my concern, the one whom I deeply love. And for the sake of never wanting to forget, I will remember that he is my gift, good and precious, from a God who believes I can mother, even the wilds of this boy.  


    Dinning Room

    Tuesday, March 3, 2015


    For some time now I have been looking forward in a hopeful way to post more pictures of our home (weeks actually) but truly it has been near impossible to have the house clean and a free moment to take pictures, 
    all that wonder occurring at the same time… 
    not here in this home, 
    nope I think not! 
    Honestly I thought you may all have to wait until we send a few of these babies off to college or something… 
    thankful the seas parted and ‘miracle of all miracles’ the house stayed clean for a full ten minutes allowing me to capture a few more pictures of our lovely new home. 

    This room is a pure joy for this large family mama! So many chairs and they all fit around a amply suited harvest table. 
    This room has wonderful french doors that lead to the kitchen and then a second set that lead to the front entrance room. 
    There is beautiful natural light that streams into this room from its many windows. 
    I loved the built in hutch from the moment I set eyes on it! 

    In this room we painted the walls, replaced the wood floors and decorated… 
    with a  slightly (much) larger table then our previous table, that one we thought would fit our family for a lifetime… 
    three babies later and we needed something, ahem… larger! 

    My idea for this room was to keep it neutral in hardware (paint and furniture) so I could change the colour with transitional pieces depending on seasons or celebrations.
     With that in mind I wanted a warm (but very light) gray/beige colour for the wall. 
    So far I have been pleased, it looked nice with the pinks for the girls birthdays, blues for the boys, ambers and oranges through autumn and of course my staple love of white and greens. 

    After the meal we take time to pray together as a family. 
    I wanted a way to remember all those whom we pray for and also a place to write our prayer requests. 
    I hung a large chalkboard on the wall and it is here we list the things we want to cover as a family in prayer. 
    After the meal each of us choose something off the board to pray over, 
    this has been a wonderful method of remembering and encouraging prayer within our family. 
    A constant reminder and beautiful call to prayer.

    Now I wish I could host you, gather and enjoy my kindred.  
    Though I love this space I know true joy would come if I could share it with those I treasure, 
    to whom I miss daily!  




    {From the Kitchen}

    { It never looks like this when real life is going on!}

     {From the Front Entrance}