Wednesday, August 4, 2010

The heat mixed with the final weeks of pregnancy are taking their toll on this mama.  I roam around in an irritable, sweaty fog feeling guilty about the persistent disaster that is our house and all the things I haven't had the energy to do.  Perhaps it is the nesting instinct battling with the miserable blanket of heat and the inhumane girth of my 35 week belly making me mental.

But this morning, I pulled out my recipe book filled with retro photos of happy housewives baking pies and icing cakes, and thought I should fill in the front page with my name and the date.  I thought about Poppy and her brother or sister finding it one day, fifty years down the road and remembering the good meals and happy memories within its worn and sticky pages.  I thought about how precious these toddler days are.  I thought about how completely insane it is to worry about such little things as a clean house when there is mud to be slung and food to be mushed and explored.  We won't remember that there was a sink full of dishes or a heap of laundry waiting to be cleaned.  

I looked up at Poppy who was prancing and twirling on the kitchen table {her new favourite activity}and suddenly stopped fretting about the state of our sticky floor and the tufts of dog hair that breed and collect in every corner overnight.  I stopped and looked into those huge blue eyes and saw her joy and wisdom all at once.  I thought about my own memories.  My mom's house was clean; that I know for sure.  My gramma's house was warm and always smelled of good food, though I doubt if it was spotless.  I realized that we {and certainly Poppy} would remember the homemade donuts making our fingers sticky; the homemade bagels that tasted delicious with peanut butter and homemade raspberry jam; and the homemade granola bars filled with maple syrup, nuts, and dried fruit that would soon become a weekly routine.  I would rather they remember days of nature, painting, and baking than a mama who couldn't stop worrying long enough about the chores to sit mindfully with them.

There are days when I feel tremendous sadness that my days alone with Poppy are fleeting.  I worry that she won't understand the split attention and the inevitable exhaustion to come.  I worry that I won't take the time to sit nose to nose and coo with the little ragamuffin nearly enough.  I worry that I won't have enough love for two; as my heart will surely explode.  I know these are normal thoughts.  I also know it will all be ok and she will love her brother or sister and play endlessly with them.  It just doesn't change the fact that my heart aches when I think of the transition.

Letting go has been a theme in these past few years.  Lessons keep coming my way and I am forced to ask myself why I hang onto so many things that make me feel so tortured.  Is it for me or is it that I worry about I am perceived by others? 

I am learning to let go of the mess and remember the many recipes that fill our days.

go gently & be wonderful



  1. I love the philosophy of creating memories and feelings for Poppy rather than the perfect, clean home. I so love that. It's very touching and so very right in my opinion. Thank you for sharing.

  2. I am definitely going to follow your lead when it comes to the imperfect home, but perfect amount of love. Thanks for showing me that. :)

  3. What wonderful thoughts (and those doughnuts look really good!).

  4. I enjoy reading your blog and not sure if I have commented before. Poppy is one lucky little girl who will have lots of happy memories. A friend and I both mothers were talking about our childhood. I remember my mum doing lots of housework, ironing etc these are my memories. my friend remembers craft every day at the table with endless things on it, walking, exploring and baking. So yah let the housework slip you can't buy back time with poppy. Do remember when your baby is small and sleeping alot during the day you will still have time for lots of cuddles with poppy. The joy of seeing the love between two siblings is wonderful and heart opening.
    Many blessings and you write a true, beautiful and genuine blog.

  5. Beautiful post. And I think you will find that your heart will expand more than imaginable when your new little sweetheart arrives! I'm so excited for you!

    (And I think I need to take a page from your book & stop fretting about my OWN sticky floors -- cause seriously what IS all that??)

  6. You are so far ahead of where I was when I started having children. It took having #3 for me to embrace the mess and admittedly I still struggle. Poppy and baby #2 are blessed for sure.

  7. ummmmm, that is my new favorite blog post ever. david just looked over my shoulder and askedme if i was thinking about making some doughnuts.

  8. Love this. I have the same worries about baby #2 and I am not even preggo yet. Beautiful writing as always, I can completely relate.

  9. You are the most wonderful mother.
    You're so right - you won't remember the sink full of dishes that's nagging you right now. You'll remember sitting nose to nose with Poppy, and so will she. Poppy is one lucky child! And so is your little acorn-to-be! And then it will be the four of you sitting nose to nose to nose to nose!

  10. I love the first photo of her sleeping so peacefully. When my daughter is asleep like that, I can't stop gazing at her and drinking her all in. Little children are absolute masterpieces and it's so easy to forget that when they're tearing around creating mess and disorder in their path, but when they slow down and climb up into your lap, wrap a tiny, warm arm around your neck and snuggle next to you cheek to cheek, every slight complaint and frustration just falls away and is gone. They're magic like that.

    Love the dress she's wearing in the second photo.


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...