confessions (of a mama) part.21.

I used to have a love.hate relationship with this place.
Loving the (rare) moment it was clean, hating the (usual) moments it was a mess.

I used to get really overwhelmed by the task of keeping our house decent'ish.
House cleaning always seemed like a necessary evil in my life.
I would clean it with the power of *rage*...rubbing the dirty spots clean while muttering dirty words under my breath.
This ol' house often taunted me like the Hydra monster of Hercules... for every head I cut off, three more sprang from it's root.
Like a continual game of whack-a-mole... the dust bunnies and grime kept popping up their heads.  Sometimes I'd catch myself begrudging the little mess-makers around me.  "If only they would just clean up their toys right away" "If only he would just put it back where it came from".
Sometimes I'd catch myself wishing for a natural disaster: "If only a house fire would do the cleaning for me!".
So, needless to say, keeping this house clean really showed the dirt in my heart.
Because I used to love when I thought my heart was clean, and I hated when I saw the sin festering there.  I'd get overwhelmed by the mess.  For every sin I thought I conquered, three more sprang up.

The problem was, I was trying to do it all with my own elbow grease.
As if I could rub my heart clean by pretending perfection.

"We have all become like one who is unclean,
    and all our righteous deeds are like a polluted garment."
(Isaiah 64:6) 

Back to house work.  Guess what the winning solution was?

I used to just let the dishes pile up all day, and then in an overwhelmed heave of exasperation I'd clean them late into the evening. 
Now I do a bit in the morning, after lunch, after dinner.
Small, manageable piles.
The art of home maintenance.

It takes only a few minutes to sweep.
Fifteen minutes to wash a floor.
Another fifteen to clean the bathroom.

Instead of sitting on the couch feeling guilt and anger over the mess, I just had to get up and 'crack on' and see how quickly they could be dealt with.
What freedom!

Maintenance works for most levels of our lives.
Keep in touch with people regularly.. it's easier than putting them off for months and trying to reconnect.
Keep in communication with your partner.. it's easier than festering in silence and isolation.
Maintain a healthy lifestyle.. it's easier than the heart-attack to restart.

Keep the path to your prayer room well worn... it's easier to go to God quickly when your heart is kept soft.


I'm still learning the value of such a word in my life too.

Mel ;o)


A.musing.mama! 4.0

Surely our daughter isn't the only contortionist couch-potato out there?

The daily face-plants, head-bangs and bruised elbows are usually the result of her falling off some chair or couch she's been teetering curiously from.
I think she lacks the physical ability to actually 'sit still' some days... (so I'm not sure how that's going to work if she gets into school this fall).  Maybe my next sewing project should be velcro-bottomed jeans for her.

Mel ;o)
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going batty...

First: Azriel
Second: Hudson
Third: Talia
The legend continues.
We're just all a bit batty around here.

comically yours,
Mel ;o)


the making of Marigold:

It was a perfectly drizzly gray morning to whip up a sewing project today.
While the boys were out, and the babe slept... Azriel and I dove into my sewing corner and made this fun dolly.

The perks of being a 'craft hoarder' is that all you need is at your fingertips!
After a very fast sketch of what she wanted her doll to look like, I let her pick through my fabrics to decide which would *match* her drawing.

Obviously I did not have purple yarn on hand.. so she's an orange head. 

We've decided to call her Marigold.
Sewing with kids is really frantic fun.  You can talk to them about the importance of "patience" and "hard work" to get a good result.  The joys of creating instead of buying toys.
You just need to let go of the quality control in favour of quality time with your kiddo.

I think she turned out pretty sweet for a couple hours of cutting/stuffing/sewing/painting.  It was getting tough to do the final stitches when Azriel just kept hugging me and squealing "Oh mama, she's just SOOOOOO beautiful!!!"

win. win. 

(And yes, I totally was thinking of this website while we brought her drawing to life!)

Have a creative day friends,
Mel ;o)



A.musing.mama! 3.9

That moment when the kids catch you being a hypocrite...
The old: 'do what I say, not what I do' nonsense.
Because as much as I have to daily plead the case for 'sharing is caring' and 'do to them what you want done to you'... I need to remember it in my own heart too.
(Those who recall my choco-holic confession may understand this dilemma for me)!

Mel ;o)

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Confessions (of a Mel) part 18.

Ever feel like your sense of self-perception is a bit.. off?

I remember years ago asking my husband to 'describe me in one word' (while I was imagining that he would likely say "mellow" or "easy-going")... he replied: "animated".

WHAT?!!  I said with arms waving.... "animated??!".
Sometimes we need someone else to give us the objective perspective.

But the real question is, would we even let them?
 Because it seems we are living in a culture that fosters being thin-skinned.  We are easily offended.  Easily defensive.  Easily wounded.

What makes us so insecure?  So hostile to any one saying that we may have a 'flaw'?  While we freely admit that we aren't perfect (since we are human after all)... we quickly resent anyone for having the audacity to point that out to us.

What if we saw the critiques and constructive criticisms as a doctor's scalpel?
Sure, it cuts deep, it hurts.
But maybe.. just maybe, it's helping to cut out a tumour.
Maybe it's there to help us see the sickness.

Would we pull the scalpel away and say "hey, mind your own business, that tumour is just part of who I am... leave me alone".

I hope not.

Whether it comes from the criticisms of someone cruel, or as the gentle rebuke from a close friend - can we perceive what slivers of truth may be there - and grow from it?
 It's so easy to be defensive.  It's so natural to self-justify.


Personally I have found immense freedom in knowing that my identity is hidden in Who Jesus is.  I have been accepted by His grace.  I see my imperfections, sure.  But they no longer condemn me, or taunt me, or accuse me.  They simply echo 'grace' afresh... that I have been saved by grace, despite my pitiful performance.

So, I hope my friends feel safe to confront me when I need it.
To know that I will respect, and love them all the deeper for it (even if I throw a small hissy fit at first... I'm still in process here).  Because my ability to see my own 'issues' is fairly hazy.
Most days I think I'm pretty awesome.
Maybe I have a pride issue...

But I'll tell you what, I am hungry for a few good friends.  A few true, real friends who aren't afraid to 'offend' me with a loving smack up the head.
I may even attempt to return the favour... if you'll let me.
Pride comes from not knowing yourself and the world. The older you grow, and the more you see, the less reason you will find for being proud. Ignorance and inexperience are the pedestal of pride; once the pedestal is removed – pride will soon come down.
J.C. Ryle

humbly yours,
Mel ;o)


A.musing.mama! 3.8

 Because some times you need just a moment to regroup and recharge as a mama.... amiright?
And, because they look cuter all 'zoned out' in real life than what I can scribble... here:

Have a beauty full weekend friends!

Mel ;o)

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