sing like wildflowers

My full and kooky life as a homeschooling mommy to 2 great kids, raising a child with HLHS (Hypolastic Left Heart Syndrome), coping with depression, following Jesus, and being much too camera happy.

  • Entertain

    One-word prompt/ January 14, 18

    Most days I entertain my kids pretty well. It requires letting go of my introvert nature, getting into the silly mode, and playing. A sure fire way to make them burst into laughter is making ridiculous sound effects while talking about bodily functions, like fart or poop.

    Sometimes when I’m on a roll I realize that it’s easy to entertain and have fun. The hardest part is its longevity: kids expect you to do it over and over again. Pretending to be a chick hatching out of a chicken egg or acting like a baby sloth gets dull after the tenth time or so. Although playing comes easily for kids, I find it hard to do.

    You never know what will entertain the kids: it could be the box the toy came packaged in or discovering lost toys under the couch. Kids naturally find things to do on their own, but I put an immense amount of pressure on myself to entertain them in ways that promote learning. But it makes me wonder: Why do I burden myself with this drive to constantly entertain?; What about spontaneity?; Can we get entertainment fatigue?; What does it mean to entertain, for the entertainer or for the entertained?

    Definitely more questions than answers.

  • Carve

    Carving an identity for myself as a stay- at- home homeschooling mom has been filled with both joy and pain,  although the latter comprises more of my experiences. When little beings entered my life,  life as I know it suddenly eliminated me as Esther. I became known as mommy or so and so’s mommy to others. This new position threw me serious physical challenges: extreme sleep deprivation, constipation from not getting enough bathroom time,  and hands turning to sandpaper from washing too many bottles,  dishes, and mess- loving kids. 

    Carving anything now has to do with model clay or pumpkins. However, one deliberate attempt I make to carve my own space is through blogging. They refer to it as “mommy’s work,” so I at least get 20 minutes of no little fingers poking me for attention.  

    These experiences help me realize that while I was growing up my parents must have sacrificed a lot of their time,  resources,  and energy for me.  They tried to provide me creative spaces conducive for carving my interests and identity,  whether my attempts amounted to anything or not. I didn’t see it that way then and assumed they weren’t doing enough.  But finding myself in their shoes is teaching me otherwise. 

    For the time being I think my job is to provide a space of exploration and discovery so my little people can begin to carve their own lives. I must stay focused on the goal and to remember to carve together…I still have lots of carving left to do myself. 

  • 2018. The start of a new year has already started!

    Initially, my tentative resolutions revolved around doing more of specific things I wanted to accomplish: writing more, being more diligent about homeschooling, setting up my voicemail, managing time better, staying consistent, learning how to swim (more than just float), etc. However, an unexpected bout of sickness in the last week of December dramatically changed my heart.

    In the previous “Merry  Christmas” post I mentioned how the first part of December kept our family preoccupied with everyday life emergencies. So I was looking forward to rest and having no plans.

    Well, rest I did…except it wasn’t in the way I imagined.

    I came down with a very unpleasant stomach bug along with both kids (Chris was the first one to get sick and to recover). Ellis’ bout was made worse by a concussion she got from falling out of her car seat; the effects of it affected her blood clotting numbers requiring multiple blood draws, middle-of-the-night phone calls from the hospital, kale juice feeds through her stomach tube, and going to the hospital for an emergency check-up at the heart clinic.

    I may have handled her sickness better if I were not having the stomach bug symptoms. It was overwhelming to think how I could navigate the day at the hospital caring for myself and a sick child (with the possibility of her getting admitted). I needed to be in close proximity to the restroom at all times this day. The stomach rumbling sounds made gurgling slushing noises that sometimes jiggled my stomach and signaled imminent explosion.  I’ll spare you the other details but you get the idea.

    It was a short-term stomach bug but this experience forced me to evaluate my life choices and clarify resolutions for 2018. I couldn’t bear to list the things I should or shouldn’t do this coming year.

    My solution: instead of coming up with a lists of should or should not to, I decided to adopt an overarching attitude to influence my life experiences.  I can choose my attitude or my response to circumstances.  As I painfully realized in 2017, life brings times of intense waiting,  unexpected interruptions, heavy circumstances or subtle inconveniences that make choosing a positive, uplifting attitude really hard to do.

    I may not be able to change the circumstances of my life but I can change the way I experience it. I learned about this concept years ago from reading Man’s Search For Meaning by Victor E. Frankl (1946) that I forgot in the midst of buyness. As a Holocaust survivor he encountered brutalities against the human spirit and body within the concentration camps. But even in that situation he chose to find meaning in his suffering and discovered that he has the power to choose his attitude, as he witnessed his fellow inmates doing when some chose hope over despair.

    “Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”

    Remembering that jolted my attention.

    For this new year I want to choose a mindful attitude to slow down. When I overload my schedule because of self- imposed expectations of what I think I should be doing, my weariness takes a toll on my family’s well being and my personal health. I hope to evaluate myself by not obsessively tallying up how much I’m doing but how well I’m doing what is set before me.

    What am I asking myself to do?? It’s a tough task that may lead to disappointment but it’s worth it to try. I’ll see how it goes and give an update once I have something to share.

    I hope what whatever resolution you made, whether big or small, for the new year will be good and empowering for your life!

    What resolutions have you made? If you would like to share,  I would love to hear about them!

     

     

  • Thank you everyone for journeying with me since I started this blog in June of 2017. I’m thrilled when you visit and share your thoughts and comments with me. I’m looking forward to the new year and sharing more of my writings with you.

    December is almost over, but there’s still a few solid days to wind down and catch up on mundane tasks that need attention. Most urgent on my agenda: rest, uninterrupted if possible.

    This year has been full, but this month seems to have taken me to another level of fullness or drama: taking care of kids and managing Ellis’ medications while Chris was on business trip, wrapping up homeschooling for this semester, readying Elliot for his winter hip-hop recital, baking Christmas treats, shopping, freaking out when car started to overheat on the freeway, replacing the car, finally completing a year-long dental issue that’s still giving me problems, taking Chris to urgent care for a stomach bug, and taking Ellis to the emergency room for unexplained vomiting after a head bump from falling out of car seat. It’s been an overwhelming month but there’s still some days left before 2018.
    I’m aiming to let go and enjoy the last bit of this month as much as I can and be grateful for this imperfect life of mine. It’s not about what the world tells me I need and should be doing; this Christmas I’m learning to celebrate the meaning of Jesus’ birth and realizing how God works out his plans for my life in unexpected and extraordinary ways… although at the time I’m going through something,  I could  definitely use more faith. For a worrywart like me it’s something I have to relearn on a daily basis.

    Those are just some thoughts going through my mind these days. Before Christmas morning I wanted to wish you all a merry, hope-filled, meaningful, safe, blessed, and lovely holiday season!

    p.s. I wrote this post while Elliot was cleaning up his dinosaurs so Santa doesn’t slip on them and to show Santa his helpful side, Ellis finally sleeping after a long day of stomach pains, and Chris zoning out with Korean drama blaring in the background. Me typing furiously and getting annoyed that I don’t understand how to utilize all the cool features of WordPress.  What a month…What a week…What a day.

    Christmas cheer. *Thanks Pexels for this free image.

     

    Sibling adventures this autumn.

    “And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
    ― Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!