When a Man is Loved

Our DEAR ONES, near and far, how we love and miss you! We are all doing very well here in our little basement home, especially now that the -30 has passed. Joe behaved like a true Canadian yesterday when he went for a long walk in -4 degree weather because it felt so "warm" out!

Thoughts for today...

I am blessed with beautiful friends, the kind of friends who challenge me to love more deeply and with a constant eye to avoiding complacency or apathy in my expectations of self.

Thank you my wonderful friends!

The other day we had a long and engaging conversation about our husbands. Oh dear! BUT, get this, it was not to complain about this, that, or the other thing. Of course, men and women are so very different and I assume we all could have brought "complaints" to the table. Instead, it was to marvel at how good our men are, and to mourn the ways in which we so often fall short of loving them...when we nag or belittle them. It made me really reflect...how exactly are we as women to love the hearts we have been entrusted with in our men? Especially in this confusing world, this crazy world...where our good and faithful husbands are beset with so many challenges to their masculinity and fidelity?

Our Superhero...trekked through

the jungle to find perfect leaves to

shelter us from the storm :)

One wonderful lady led me to this bible verse in which St. Peter encourages women to point their men to higher things through their loveliness, gentleness, and beauty of spirit (among other things). Of course, he also encourages wives to obey their husbands. Some may take offence at that suggestion, but I don't think he was asking us to see ourselves as inferior to our husbands. Instead, he was suggesting just how we may encourage them to become the "best version of themselves." (As our dear friend Matthew Kelly would say!).

My Joe is an incredible man, but he is even MORE heroic when he knows that I am proud of him - that he is my prince, my knight, and that I need him. It is as though, when I offer myself to him to be taken care of, his chest puffs out, his shoulders go back, and he feels as though can conquer the world!

Now, this is not saying that I'm not perfectly capable of taking care of myself. As a matter of fact, sometimes it takes patience for me to let my husband do his thing instead of just taking the reigns and being bossy :) However, the amazing flip side of this whole deal is that when I make the effort to nudge my husband towards the greatness he is capable of through my femininity and gentle love, he is MORE romantic, MORE thoughtful, and MORE generous, than ever before.

I experience that it is ok to not be superwoman, I can allow myself to be loved, and most often I end up being spoiled! I am aware of total equality with my husband through our complementarity in our family. We both grow in virtue, and hopefully closer towards our eternal home.

I know this is radical to some, if not most. It certainly is not the message us women are given today about how to behave towards our men, and is probably worth a book...not a measly blog. Maybe, just maybe it is food for thought? What do you all think?

Love from the great frozen North!

XOXO

New Year, New Reflections

Dearest Friends and Loved Ones,

Here it is mid January and I sit down with a firm resolve to write more and often! I've been stuck in a funny state of limbo where my heart feels too full to adequately express in words what is in it. Thus, I've stayed far away from my keyboard, afraid to even attempt it. However, at the coaxing of my husband I am here again to try and pick back up where I left off! I simply can't let you all know of everything that is happening in our lives, although I will try, so instead I plan to let you know what is happening in my heart as it grows more and more full in this journey of love that is being a wife and mother!

Today I want to write about some of the lessons of these early days of motherhood. I never knew that I could be so stretched, challenged, fulfilled, deeply happy, and paralyzed with fear all at the same time. What the heck do I mean? Well, let me try to explain.

Stay moment, please STAY!

Lesson # 1: With my beautiful baby girl, my heart breaks every day! All I have to do is gaze at our baby sleeping, her perfect little chest rising and falling, and my heart feels as though it breaks in two. I contemplate the fact that I have no control over so many aspects of her life...I see her tiny body and know that she will have sickness, injuries, heart break, confusion, rebellion. She has to grow, suffer, learn, rejoice, and I can't stop any of it! I can only love her and teach her to the best of my ability and then let her go. I can't fathom letting her go, I just want to hold onto her forever.

Lesson #2: My love for Joe has only deepened through Liliana's presence. When she was first born I had this moment of panic, thinking that I couldn't stretch myself enough to love Joe as completely as I did before she came along, and love her with as much dedication as I wanted to. However, the heart is mysterious and wonderful in that it has found this ability to expand and encompass all the love I have for both. Ok, so I don't have as much time to spend with Joe, but in some mysterious way my love for him is even more intense and dedicated.



I could eat those delicious chubby cheeks!

Lesson #3: Productivity with a new baby cannot be measured in worldly terms: How many times in the last 5 months have I arrived at the end of the day with an unmade bed, a hastily prepared dinner, a pony tail in and lululemon on, emails piling up (you get the picture!). In the early days, I felt like a total failure at life. Of course, then I realized that I am productive if my baby is clean, cuddled, growing, kissed, played with, eating, thriving! My perfectionist tendencies tempt me to focus on measurable achievements, but for now I must learn to be content in being a mother. What better productivity is there than a healthy, growing baby?

Lesson #4: Having a baby is catalyst for questioning the meaning of life all over again! When I look at Liliana and experience this overwhelming love for her, I can't help but ask why. As morbid as it sounds, I know that at this moment in time we are Lyla's world, and one day we will not be here anymore for her. I can't bear the thought. Despite my faith I question why we come into this world only to leave it so quickly. Thank goodness for the gift of faith, for the promise of heaven, and for knowing that this life is merely a journey to our eternal reward. (Now I just need to remember that when I am tempted to have an existential crisis!)

Lesson#5:  The right kind of diaper makes all the difference in the world. Ok, so it sounds superficial, but truly when you are already immersed in this world of "who the heck am I now that my life is no longer mine?" controlling the number of poopy blowouts makes all the difference! I mean, I remember the early days when she had 6 poops a day. If they were all blowouts, I would definitely be crying by the 4th one, with poop on my fingers, a laundry pile of yellow grossness growing by the hour, and a crying baby as I tried to maneuver soiled clothes over her wriggly and fragile body. Pampers, NOT Huggies. Costco Kirkland brand are also fabulous for being almost totally leak proof. Thank you, good diaper makers!



Hello, little ballerina!

Lesson #6: Small moments must be cherished. Yesterday was my mom's birthday. We dressed Liliana up for it in my favorite purple polka dot shirt, her tutu leggings, and her ballerina shoes. All night as I stood back and gazed at my baby as she was passed from arm to arm I just wanted to snatch her up, bury my nose in her milky smell, carry her to a quiet place where we could coo and play, and take a permanent mental snapshot of her oozing preciousness. I can't handle how perfect she is to me, how when she woke up today she was that much closer to never fitting into her purple polka dot shirt again. SO, I put her to bed in it, just to hold onto that moment a little longer.

Well dear loved ones, I suppose the final thought that I have to share today is that there will never be an end to the lessons. They keep on coming. I keep on being stretched, challenged, purified, reborn, humbled, exalted...transformed in love. Wow, what a journey!
We love you all so much and miss you wherever you are! I promise to write again soon!

XOXO