This past weekend was spent traveling to Spokane, celebrating my youngest daughter’s birthday and babysitting. Osama and Jacki took a little trip that had been planned months before and then forgotten. With their busy life I can see where it would easily be brushed aside! Foof decided she would babysit and I agreed to help her for part of the time. My younger children went with their oldest sister out shopping, to dinner for the birthday girl and in the end they stayed in a comfy hotel. Meanwhile we did crafts, made a fort and watched the usual movies.
Later that night Ben arrived to help and I retired to my room where the boys both tucked me in and Aiden showed me his Halloween costume.
The next morning the kids came from the hotel, bringing coffee and some breakfast sweets. We decided to leave soon after so that the kids could get home at nap time. We drove in to see Great Grama and Grampa who had purchased a cake for the birthday girl. Both of my parents and my sister, were excited that the kids made a surprise visit.
Gifts were opened and then cake was served, all of which the kids enjoyed taking part in.
We discovered that Alayna does like carrot cake and insists on feeding herself! She has also become a strong little girl even at this age. Watching her deal with her brothers gives me insight into my own daughters. None of them will let their brothers, from the oldest to the youngest, get away with anything!
I wondered where this sweet little baby would fit in among identical twins, but it is easy to see she truly is the boss!
I hope you had a fun and relaxing weekend as well. Here’s to a great week ahead!
One of my real life super heroes! Tucks me in at night, turns off the lamp and kisses my cheek. Nigh nigh and the door gently shuts. Life doesn’t get any better than this!
Saturday morning we took a walk through campus. Leaves had turned the usual red, brown and yellow and a slight breeze that picked up intermittently showered the landscape with a variety of shades, adding to the colorful display.
I crunched and kicked leaves all the while taking in the smell of autumn air, a crisp and familiar sensation.
Trees stood tall and proud offering up their vibrant and best show.
At that moment I felt there could be nothing more beautiful than the turn of leaves, fluttering at times in flurries and then calming to a trickle. Each time I tried to capture trees shedding what was left of their Autumnal attire I was quickly disappointed as everything came to a stop! Finally Soos jokingly offered to throw a leaf up in the air, but I declined.
She wandered nearby while I stared at trees, hoping to see just one more leaf fall.
One single leaf and then two until I had three photos. The blue sky white clouds and Fall trees had me mesmerized until I heard footsteps rustling behind me and realized it was time to go.
A child once more if only for a moment in time and enough to remind me that we need to live in the here and now, especially if it’s spent waiting for leaves to fall.
I grew up in a family of four, in the valley of a mid sized city. My sister was two and a half years older than me. We had one small dog and one cat. We sat at the family table at 5 p.m and politely asked to be excused before removing our supper dish. We were not a rambunctious group but a quiet, happy little family. We camped in the summer, went clothes shopping at the turn of each new season and we celebrated holidays in a joyful but calm manner. It was a nice, idyllic childhood that prepared me for whatever the future would bring.
We did not argue over card/ game tournaments nor did we prank, carry or wrestle each other through the house.
We never pulled our mom into the kitchen on her exercise bike insisting that she instruct us on cooking meals! And we most certainly did not carry the recliner upstairs hauling it through the kitchen and into the living room, plopping it down in just the right spot for mom! The boat was never full and there was plenty of room at the table.
Large family life is fun, unexpected and warm. I loved growing up in our little family unit but I adore being part of this big crazy family. Homemade cards and gifts, possibly a song production or two are thrown in there for birthdays and graduations.
Personal projects often end up being group efforts
And most certainly the younger kids never forget that they are definitely not the oldest!
Even in the quietest of times, there is never really a dull moment. There is no shortage of opinions, love, noise and support.
We have learned through the years to stand together, catching each other if we fall.
Big family life
Summers turn to brown and gold
Blanket leaves and school bells toll
Walk in snow up to my knees
Warming fire and Christmas trees
Mom buys candy, Dad hangs lights
Spring comes after starry nights
Young girl ways fade into teens
Don’t forget what true life means
Nuptials babies years pass by
Wrinkles long walks how time flies
The view outside my window pane
Seasons magic will never change
For the past few years Fattima has tried to throw a Halloween party. Each time things get in the way and it doesn’t happen. She makes a facebook post for the siblings and then takes it down. She has been haunted (just had to say it) by this fact and reminded every year by her brothers and sisters. But this year she was determined to make sure it actually worked out and we were the lucky invitees.
Saturday after doing a few jobs around the house and taking a walk, we popped over to Fattima and Ben’s where we planned to spend the night. Dinner was cooking in the kitchen and decorations were festive and spooky!
Dinner was served and was exceptional featuring a variation of smashed potatoes made by Ben. Fattima made an autumn salad that is one of my favorites and
Turkey meatballs in a fiery hot sauce alongside artichoke spinach dip.
After dinner we sat in the living room and watched movies, played games and shared each other’s company. A chocolate peanut butter fondue was prepared for those who were not too full from supper.
I turned in early as I am always waking up around 4:30 a.m. and the next morning true to form I was downstairs at 5:00 making coffee. Soon after Fattima made a delicious cauliflower hash and then it was time to head home! Everyone knows it is hard for mom to stay in one place but this little sleepover was a huge treat!
Thanks Fattima and Ben!
Pumpkin by Sumaya!
Deeja, Heme and Sumaya
The other day I took my usual walk. Along the way I thought of everything I needed to do
I picked up the pace and thought it was time to head home. At that moment watching the leaves and beauty that surrounded me it occurred to me that I own my freedom! I can do as I please.
I walked to the arboretum and took some pictures and truly felt free for the first time in years! I vow to live each day in joy and to find happiness in the beauty of life here and now.
Fall 2009, just 4 months after relocating to the U.S. midnight paper route A single stream of light blanketed the room and served as a reminder to quietly roll off the mattress that mom and dad had purchased from the thrift store and rise to prepare for the morning route. A faded diploma in Speech comm. and years of being a stay at home mom made options limited when searching for employment. The two youngest children suffered from extreme separation anxiety and even a simple trip to the restroom required promises to never leave and assurances that I would return within minutes. They accompanied me to my job as a cook for a girl’s co-op on campus and so the supplemental income of a paper route or perhaps two, seemed logical and almost easy. The older kids would be in the next room sleeping and I would slip in and out without notice. Each of my two older girls agreed to help take turns and so our little adventure began.
The stack grew wider and taller and was finally deposited on the back seat of the Suburban. Cuts on fingers from winding and wrapping rubber bands had now turned to hard rough scars, resistant to further damage or pain. Small town lights flashed yellow and red, a signal only surpassed by the harvest moon that illuminated our usual routine through darkened country roads. At first it had been tough remembering the various homes that took one of three newspapers but soon it became automatic and something that would be recalled for years to come. It seemed like a good idea at the time, an easy way to help support my family and our new life back in the States. I would be home by 5 a.m. just in time to get breakfast on and wake the two boys who attended public school. The youngest children would not be panicked by my absence and their siblings were there in case they woke. But now it had become a burden, gas for mom and dad’s vehicle was not worth the money made delivering the morning news. Just one more week and it would be over and back to what had become our new normal.
My new career is that of being an author! I have been a cleaner, cook and newspaper lady in addition to my favorite career-MOM! I self published my first poetry book a week ago! Thanks for your support and love!
I will be giving away a book each week for a month starting next week. My e-book can also be purchased for a fairly low price on Amazon.