Randomness

Melody at Transitions of an Overachiever has asked me to write seven random things about myself. How fun - so here goes!


1. I am the oldest of six kids. When I was growing up, I didn't want a large family myself. Now that I have one child of my own, I love the idea of a large family. But it seems they'll be quite spread out, as my son is 19 months old and my period has yet to return. Go, breastfeeding. I hope to foster and/or adopt children at some point in the future.

2. Everyone has at least one silly little fear. (Right? You all do? Because that's what I tell myself to make myself feel better about having this silly little fear.) I can't dangle my arm or leg - or even my hand - off the edge of the bed during the night. Why? Because I can't see what's down there. There could be - who knows? - an alligator under the bed ready to snap my hand off as soon as it dangles over the edge. Or someone could grab me and yank me off the bed. You just never know. Similarly, even though I am a very strong and comfortable swimmer (passed all my levels up to lifeguarding, participated in several mini triathalons, etc), I don't like swimming in lakes where I can't see the bottom - because again, who knows what's down there just waiting to bite my foot off or grab my ankle and drag me under? Okay, fine, so I realize that both of those are completely irrational - that doesn't change the fact that I can't bring myself to let my arm dangle over the edge of the bed at night.

3. I worked in a library for seven years. I loved working there. If I could, I'd work in a library for the rest of my life (once my children were grown). I love libraries. I love books.

4. As a work-at-home mom, I work four different jobs at the moment. I am an accountant for a public accounting firm (my boss let me start working from home instead of coming back to the office when my maternity leave ended), I am a distance education instructor for a college, I do program development and investment tracking for a man I used to work for, and I do some bookkeeping for another man I used to work for. The last three are all jobs I do for employers in a different province than the one I currently live in (I moved away from there two and a half years ago).

5. I did all of my education (a professional Certified General Accountant designation and a Bachelor of Applied Business Administration degree) by distance education over the course of five years. I took a double course load in my first year and did summer courses to cut down the time on the seven year program. I also worked three jobs at the same time and graduated debt-free. I highly recommend distance education to those who have the self-motivation to do the course work yourself.

6. I met my husband when we were in the seventh grade. We didn't start dating until two years after we graduated high school (eight years after we met). He is such a nice and loving man and I am very blessed to have married him. He's also an amazing father, so patient and silly and fun.

7. I raise hermit crabs. I think they are the neatest pet ever. I also have two cats, but pretty much they just drive me nuts.

Thank you!

Our Family is His at It's a Boy's Life gave me this amazingly sweet blog award. I was so surprised and touched by this!


Here's what I have to do now. (AKA - The Rules!)

1. Put the award up on your blog

2. Add a link to the person who awarded it to you

3. Nominate at least seven other blogs

4. Add links to these blogs on your blog

5. Leave a message for your nominee on their blog


Heather at A Day in My Life also gave me an award recently, the Marie Antoinette, Real Person Award. That meant so much to me!


The rules for this award want you to reflect who awarded it to you, display the icon, and pass it along to seven (7) other bloggers.

Both of these awards go to the following seven incredible bloggers (Just seven?? But there are so many!):

Lauren @ Fizleglitz
Jen @ Hilty Sprouts
Carol @ Parenting Freedom
Annie @ PhD in Parenting
Rachel @ Simplicity Soup
Stefanie @ Sparkle o' Joy
Natasha @ To Live for Him

Perceptions

I've been pondering the idea of self-perception versus the perception others have of us for quite while now. I mentioned recently that I'd often been labeled as "stuck-up" in the past because of how painfully shy I was. I knew that I wasn't stuck-up, I knew that I was just too horribly shy to talk to other people - but they didn't. They just knew that I kept to myself and didn't talk to them.

Last year a group of moms in our church had a weekly meeting where we could get together with our kids and let them play at our feet while we did a Bible study. We discussed the fruits of the Spirit over the course of the year:

"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law."
Galatians 5:22-23

On the day we discussed self-control, we considered whether it maybe meant not just controlling in the sense of holding back, but in the sense of taking action as well. People often talk, for example, of having self-control over what they eat - which generally means restraint. Or self-control in the sense of not hitting someone when you're angry. But maybe, it was suggested, it means forcing ourselves to do things we don't necessarily want to do, rather than just not doing things we do want to do. Maybe, for example, it would include forcing ourselves to talk with people and carry a conversation despite this not being something we're generally comfortable with.

I've thought about that a lot since then. I think I've come a long way over the past two or three years. I still have a long way to go - I always will, in some area or another - but I've discovered a sense of self-confidence that was most definitely lacking in prior years. I've become better at initiating and carrying conversation. I've become less easily intimidated, less sensitive, more calm, okay with the fact that not everyone is going to like me. So maybe I'm less likely to be thought of as being stuck-up now (or maybe I'm more likely - eek!), but I've little doubt that other perceptions have risen up to take its place.

With that in mind, I find myself wondering - does it matter what others think of us? I grew up hearing that it doesn't - forget what they say, you know yourself, just ignore them, they're wrong about you, it doesn't matter what other people think.

But why do they think those things about us? And if that's the perception we're giving off - regardless of how true it is - shouldn't we care? Shouldn't we do something to change the way we come off? Why are we generally thought of as being [fill in the blank] - selfish, spoiled, hypocritical, self-righteous, callous, uncaring, stuck-up, whatever - despite not seeing those things in ourself? Maybe we should care what others think after all.

Forgive the rambliness and lack of clarity of these thoughts...I'm not sure where exactly I'm going with them. They're just some thoughts I've been pondering over the past few months. Now, to figure out what to do with them...the hardest part being, I suppose, figuring out just what others' perceptions of me are in the first place.

Mother Letter Project

I just read about The Mother Letter Project (hat tip to Laura at Wild Parenting), an amazingly sweet Christmas present from a man to his wife. From the Mother Letter Project blog:

I am creating my wife’s Christmas present-the Mother Letter Project. Simply stated, I am collecting a series of “open letters” from mothers, to mothers. Share your stories—no matter how raw or difficult. Share your concerns—no matter how foolish they may seem. Share your wisdom—no matter how you came by it. Share your mother story. The only request? Start the letter “Dear Mother” and sign it. I will compile all of the letters in a Christmas book for my wife. If you share a letter here or by email (motherletter@gmail.com) before Christmas, you'll get your own copy of the letters.

What a neat and thoughtful idea! I'm already putting ideas together in my head (and trying to remember that he's asking for letters here, not books).

So, mothers? Anyone else with me?

Potty Learning

We've had a few more dry diapers and pees on the toilet over the past couple days. I need to get out and buy a smaller seat to put on the toilet, as he (understandably) doesn't always seem comfortable being held on the big toilet seat, and then we'll start giving him access on a regular basis. So, I guess we're starting potty learning!

Annie at PhD in Parenting shared her opinions and experiences with potty learning. Here's a snippet:

Just like with infant and toddler sleep, there are a lot of misconceptions out there about what is normal. The generation before us prided themselves on getting their babies toilet trained before the age of two (I’m guessing the fashionable question at the time was “Is she toilet trained yet?” instead of the “Is she sleeping through the night?” question that we hear so often these days). Elizabeth Pantley has a great quiz to help you assess your child’s readiness for potty training: Potty Training Readiness Quiz.

So we'll see how it goes. I don't intend to make a huge pressure-filled deal out of it and turn him off of the idea altogether; we'll just take him to the bathroom every hour and give him the opportunity to pee if he needs to.

As an amusing little side note, I turn on the tap every time I set him on the toilet so that the sound of running water sort of helps him along (Is that cheating? I don't know.). So far, every single time, my husband has said, "Great...now I need to go!"

You know you're a bookworm when...

You go on a date with your husband for the first time in months...and you each spend intermission reading your own books.

I pointed this out...we laughed...and went back to reading our books.

Ah, the romance.

It was a very nice night. The concert (Handel's Messiah) was incredibly well done. I confess it's not necessarily my "thing", and by the third hour I was getting a bit fidgety, but my husband absolutely loved it. It was definitely interesting though, and I enjoyed the opportunity to reflect on the scripture surrounding Christ's birth, death and resurrection in a new way (as they sang it over and over and over again). Beautiful.

The boy did wonderfully with the couple who was babysitting him. They said we had "the most perfect little boy ever". I'm inclined to agree, but then again my husband insists on pointing out that I might be a bit biased in this regard. Pff, whatever.

(Am I allowed to be just the littlest bit hurt, though, that the boy apparently hardly even noticed we were gone? Four and a half hours, and he didn't even miss me? Just had fun playing with the babysitters? My poor feelings. *sniff*)

We came home, put the little guy to bed, then played Risk. The husband won...again. Le sigh.

I hate that stupid game.

(Yes, I'm bitter.)

All in all, it was a very enjoyable evening. I have a Christmas party coming up that my boss has told me I will be there for...so I guess we have another date in a couple weeks!

Date night!

My husband and I used to have "date night" every Friday night. I don't know when we fell out of the habit, but now with him unemployed we spend lots of time together anyway. But tonight! Tonight we are going out on a date. By ourselves.

Oh, the craziness.

This will be only the second time we have left our son with someone else, plus once or twice when we left him with my husband's parents when we were out there visiting. So it'll be sort of strange. Perhaps a bit nerve-wracking. I admit it, I have a really hard time trusting him with anyone else - but more than that, we just haven't felt the need to. He joins us wherever we go and we enjoy being with him. We have time alone together after he goes to bed.

But my husband wanted to go to a concert of Handel's Messiah (hardly the most toddler-friendly activity) and really, an evening out together will be nice. The couple who will be watching him this evening are truly wonderful people, I don't have the slightest hesitation over leaving him in their care.

Which probably won't stop me from worrying just a teensy bit anyway.

Off to tidy up the house a bit while looking forward to our date. Ooh, whatever shall I wear?