Something weird this way came....

(Possibly the worst post title ever?)
Something really weird happened this morning.

I woke up at 7:41, 19 minutes before my alarm was set to go off, and I didn't feel like I was going to die! (When usually I hit the snooze until it is 8:32.)

Not only did I feel actually refreshed and well-rested (what on EARTH?), I actually thought that I could manage to fit in a little bit of exercise before feeding the kids and getting Reed to school....

and even MORE weird? I did. I DID exercise. In the morning. Before everything else needed to happen.

It was nothing short of miraculous, and quite honestly, I can only see this as 1% the result of my recently increased efforts (trying to be better about keeping the house clean, organizing, going to bed at a normal hour, etc.) and 99% heaven smiling down on me.

It had to have been divine intervention, because this doesn't often happen to me.

But it was awesome, really awesome, and it made my day.



(For something that's ALSO awesome and might just make YOUR day, go see what The DI Denizen did with her kitchen!)

A well-timed quote

Because who doesn't love a well-timed quote?

These words, from my brother-in-law Michael, composer, echo exactly how I want my photography (and really all my other creative endeavors) to grow.

"...I hope to be found writing songs that could be found on the radio, concertos that receive standing ovations in the concert halls, reverent works that invite the Holy Spirit to a religious service, or even rousing works that glorify the freedoms and principles on which America is founded. I want to make music for the people, music that is meant to be listened to by people who need music for specific and important functions in their lives. In each 'facet' of my work I want to apply the same artistic integrity, dedication to quality and wellspring of inspiration. "

Have I mentioned that he is brilliant?

Mommy Mantra #6: I Am Not This Feeling

I needed to remind myself today that I am not Stress, I am not Frustration, I am not Selfishness. I am Rae--who sometimes (or often) feels stress, frustration, or selfish. Enjoy the quote!

"Sometimes feelings set in for extended stays, as with depression. Or for some of us, we have habitual and reflexive ways of dealing with certain events...I am not this feeling [liberates us] from having to react to the situation in [our] old conditioned way. Of course, if you are telling yourself you're an anxious person, you'll act anxiously. One would anticipate angry people to react with anger. But reminding yourself that you are larger than any given emotion offers the potential to react with a greater spectrum of responses. It's easy with the enormous and often uncivilized demands of mothering to overidentify with our emotions and label ourselves as angry, fed up, or stressed. And while these may be a part of who we are at any given moment, the truth is that we are also much more...there is another way of perceiving our emotions and ourselves."

Pages 27 &28, Mommy Mantras by Bethany E. Casarjian, Ph.D. & Diane H. Dillon, Ph.D.

The Next (drumroll, please)

I've relaxed on the couch since the marathon. I was pleased to find that after day three, I really wasn't sore anymore! Then I went for a run a week after, just a little 2-mile run, and let me tell you....it was ugly. I felt SO uncoordinated, SO stiff, SO slow, and just really out of it in general. And then I was very, very sore the next day. Like painful-sore. So I have rested some more, not all that unwillingly!

But I have decided I need another goal to keep me running/working out/not sitting on the couch all the time doing nothing but eating Halloween candy way before Halloween.

I found my next goal:

Some runners have the mistaken belief that the 5K is an “easy” race because of its relatively short distance. If you have run a 5K at the best pace you can you know that statement is very far from the truth. Performing well at the 5K distance requires a mix of speed, speed endurance, strength, running economy and mental toughness that can only be obtained through a well structured training program.

[from runningplanet.com]

I feel like I have a pretty good grip on the endurance thing. But speed endurance? Speed itself? Oh, no, speed is not my forte. So I'd like to get faster, and that is what I will be trying to do when I run a 5K in January. (Am I obnoxious yet? This running stuff/goal-setting stuff is addictive!) We did the 5K all the time in cross-country, and sadly, my very best time was something like 32 minutes. (3.2 miles....this is a ten-minute-mile pace) I'd be really happy, though, to get to that pace again, as I ran the marathon at an average pace of a 16-minute mile! Don't get me wrong--I'm proud of what I did. I just want to become a little faster now. And I am SO ready to have shorter training runs. No more 4-hour Saturday mornings for me.

Oh, and in case my glaring status on Facebook wasn't enough, do note that I posted on my photography blog today. It's here.

By the way: Have I mentioned how much I have loved all your sweet comments on my marathon post? You fill my heart to bursting....:)

words to live by

While my last post communicated that as stressed-out moms, we're not alone, secretly, I have lately been feeling rather lonely-ish in my various efforts as a mother. Not because I don't think anyone has gone through more difficult times as a mom, but because I'm just in the throes of it; I'm a little weary, and I am having a hard time seeing an end in sight. (Oh Jaxon, WHEN will you decide to go to the bathroom ONLY in the bathroom?) It's more than the potty-training stuff. It's the contention. I am trying--so hard, so hard--to teach my children to be kind to each other. Most days I feel like it's definitely going to be a very gradual process. As in, maybe in a few years they'll go more than an hour without fighting over something.

But I'm not actually posting to complain. I'm posting to say that I read something this morning that made me feel so much better. So hopeful, and so much lighter. I know that what is frustrating me right now is not so huge, especially compared to some bigger things I've been through, and of course compared to some enormous adversity suffered by those close to me. But I also know that the Lord is aware of even my smallest issues. And even those smallest issues matter to Him.

Here's a snippet of what I read in the September 2009 Ensign this morning:

From Lessons from Liberty Jail by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles

"...we must not succumb to the fear that God has abandoned us or that He does not hear our prayers. He does hear us. He does see us. He does love us. When we are in dire circumstances and want to cry, 'Where art Thou?' it is imperative that we remember that He is right there with us--where He has always been! We must continue to believe, continue to have faith, continue to pray and plead with heaven, even if we feel for a time our prayers are not heard and that God has somehow gone away. He is there. Our prayers are heard. And when we weep He and the angels of heaven weep with us. When lonely, cold, hard times come, we have to endure, we have to continue, we have to persist...Keep knocking on that door. Keep pleading. In the meantime, know that God hears your cries and knows your distress. He is your Father, and you are His child."

Surprise!

Today I'm guess-posting over at Overstuffed. Go see! :)

An awesome article

My aunt emailed this article to me a couple of days ago. It was published on Mother's Day, but I think it's applicable all year! I'm trying today to pick myself up off the ground (that's right--4:44p.m., and I've still done hardly a thing.), quit being lazy and remember my priorities, and this article just makes me smile. Enjoy!

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Sunday, 10 May 2009, (Mother's Day) Daily Herald Article

Congrats, mothers -- you're doing it all wrong

Lenore Skenazy - Special to The Washington Post

Happy Mother's Day, you moron, Love, your pals in the baby business.

If you're a mother, you might recognize that sentiment -- sweet wishes

from the passive-aggressive baby industry that wants you to feel so

completely, even dangerously unprepared for the challenges (they're

always "challenges") of parenthood that you will run out and read its

magazines, buy its products and take its advice. Ka-ching!

Here's a tip from a little article on flying a kite with your kid:

"Choose a sunny day when there's no chance of lightning."

You mean, don't fly kites when there's a funnel cloud headed for the

driveway? Got it.

Or how about this pointer from Parenting magazine on how to delight your

baby: "Lean in close and kiss her nose." Kissing my baby. Why didn't I

think of that?

And here's my favorite recommendation from a book of "Baby Must-Haves"

(yes, a 200-plus-page volume on items you simply must buy unless you

want your baby to be seriously deprived): "You'll get more bang for your

buck with a toy that can be played with in more than one way -- for

instance, a push toy that can also be pulled."

Now, you've got to feel sorry for the poor writer who had to come up

with something -- anything -- to say about a pull toy. But can you think

of a push toy that can't be pulled? Can you think of /any/ toy that

can't be pulled, besides a cranky daddy trying to watch SportsCenter?

These tips treat parents as if we were the 2-year-olds, so wet behind

the ears that we need an expert to tell us which games to play, which

toys to buy, what to say to our kids and what to feed them. This talking

down to parents is big business; the "mom market" has reached $1.7

trillion in annual revenue, according to the book "Parenting, Inc.,"

with $700 million spent on zero-to-age-2 toys alone. That's a lot of

pull toys.

Excuse me. Push and pull toys.

The whole gestalt is enough to convince us moms that today's children --

unlike all those who came before them -- do not have their trajectory

pretty well mapped out simply by being born human: cry, crawl, toddle,

walk, grow up, breed and cry some more. No, this generation won't make

it without a whole lot of help from specialists, safety gear and

Internet searches. But why? Are our children more vulnerable -- and we

less competent -- than any previous generation in history?

Of course not. But that's the message we're getting. We're living in a

time when parents worry about their offspring's safety and development

and health and you name it (OK, I will: SAT scores, emotional IQ, body

image, rattle skills, pacifier addiction, iPod addiction, self-esteem,

potential abduction, Facebook friends, cookie intake) more than ever,

thanks to a parenting industry that relies on turning us into nervous

wrecks.

It begins even before the baby's born. There are books and books about

what to eat during pregnancy, as if the average expectant woman couldn't

figure out whether she should choose the kale or the Krispy Kreme. (And

by the way, even that doesn't matter as much as the books make you

think. As my doctor told me: Just eat like you normally would, only a

little more -- and add some folic acid. I toasted her with a Yoo-hoo.)

That kind of counsel is too reasonable for the parenting-industrial

complex. Taking a chipper-but-chiding approach that sets the tone for a

whole generation of parenting advice, the "What to Expect When You're

Expecting" pregnancy guide goes so far as to remind moms-to-be that

"each bite" is a chance to give their babies the perfect start. Which

must mean that not making "each bite" nutritionally stellar risks

ruining your kid forever. There's no rest for the weary parent in this

high-alert world, especially after the little bundle arrives. Take, for

instance, the baby bath thermometer, an item so popular that there are

several competing brands on the market. The cheapest one looks like a

rubber duck. Place it in the tub and if the bathwater is too hot, these

words magically appear on its tummy: "TOO HOT."

You'd have to be convinced that you're incapable of testing the water

temperature with your own hand before you'd buy this gadget. But that's

what that crafty duck is out to do: undermine your confidence in your

own childrearing capabilities. (Never mind that the instructions on the

back of the package remind adults to "ALWAYS" check the temperature with

their hands first!)

It's hard to feel secure about being a good mom now that every decision

is so fraught with consequences. My friend Lainie Gutterman, who is just

entering her second trimester, says that her head is spinning. "I don't

know what's right, what's wrong, and for everyone who swears by

something," she says, "there's someone who hates that product and thinks

it's overpriced."

Usually that someone is me. And not just because it's a waste of money.

It's because I want the old days back.

For my friends and me -- gals raising elementary and junior-high-age

kids and even some who are just having babies -- things have changed

dramatically in a single generation. The worries that make us

hyperventilate didn't even faze our moms -- and not because they were

lazy or bad. It's just that in the past, people didn't see every tiny

parenting decision as such a big deal. Our moms could feed us formula

and not worry about whether they were subtracting IQ points. They could

let us bike around the block without thinking about last night's Nancy

Grace. They could hang a mobile above the crib and not worry too much

about:

- Whether it was developmentally appropriate (including colors and music).

- Whether the attachments were facing the right way. (Really! I just

read an article that said they should face down, toward the baby, or all

bets are off.) And ...

- Whether we were going to strangle ourselves if we somehow managed to

pull the mobile down, play with the pull chain and accidentally wrap it

around our necks.

They didn't sweat the way we do because they were reading Dr. Spock, the

child-care guru of the 1950s and '60s, who famously began his book "Baby

and Child Care" with the words, "Trust yourself. You know more than you

think you do." Not, "Freak out! Your baby is at a super-important stage

and you must devote every fiber of your being to helping him ace it."

Deprived of this kind of "help," our parents let us stay outdoors till

the streetlights came on, and maybe even fly a kite on days that weren't

perfectly sunny.

Today is a day to thank those moms for all that they did. But it is also

a day to thank the current crop of moms, stuck trying to do their best

in the face of a whole parenting culture that's insisting, "You're not

doing it right!"

Yes we are. Or at least we're doing it right enough, thank you, and the

odds are very much on our side. Happy Mother's Day to us.

Lenore Skenazy is the author of Free-Range Kids: Giving Our

Children the Freedom We Had Without Going Nuts with Worry.

Because she is so awesome....

....and because she writes it so well, I HAD to post a link to my little sister's (Kate) blog. Her latest post is so wonderful that I found myself about to copy and paste nearly all of it, then realized that I ought to just post a link to the post itself. :)

Go HERE

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