Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Fresh From The Garden

I'm so excited that our garden is starting to produce! After months of hard work (and some unavoidable setbacks along the way), I'm thankful we're beginning to enjoy the fruits of our labors.

And so are the kids.


Over the next several weeks, I'll be writing more about the different varieties of vegetables and herbs we're growing here on the farm, and hopefully answering a few questions like "What are GMOs and why are they bad?", "What's the difference between heirloom vegetables and everything else?", and "What can I do with herbs besides add them to my cooking?"  (Lemon balm tea, anyone?) 

Got questions or suggestions for anything specific you'd like to know more about?  You can leave a comment here, drop me a line at barefootmomlady at gmail dot com, or contact me thru my Facebook page.  I'd love to hear from you!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Coffee With A Friend

So I was checking out Twitter one day when I saw an interesting remark from one of my dearest online friends, Marye Audet-White. (This is not an uncommon occurrence...my friends frequently have cool/funny/interesting/useful/awesome stuff to say. That's just the kind of crowd I hang with.) And since I was enjoying a particularly good mood at the moment, I replied with something I thought might be witty, just to give her a smile. (That's just the kind of Twitter friend I am.) A few back-and-forths later and we were well into a conversation (I love love love when that happens, don't you?) when she said something along the lines of wishing that she could take me out for coffee and just talk.

So guess who's flying to Texas this weekend?

Call it crazy. (I'm okay with that.) Call it impulsive. (Yep, I'm okay with that, too.) I call it long overdue. I've had the pleasure of knowing Marye Audet-White for nearly four years now and you can only imagine how excited I am to finally get to meet her in person. And in case you don't already know Marye (and you totally should), let me tell you a little about her. She is...

-a homeschool mother of eight (two grown and six still in the house)
-the author of The Everything Cookies and Brownies Cookbook
-an experienced and knowledgeable horsewoman
-an artist (like, with paints and canvas...I just think that's so cool)
-a Senior Writer for LoveToKnow and the editor of the Antiques and Organic Channels on that site
-a writer of over 600 HubPages on everything from sustainable living to how to restore historic wood floors

And, of course, she blogs. Her blogs include:
Restless Chipotle - Not only does Marye share her mouth-watering recipes here, but as the wife of a Type 1 diabetic and a woman with her own health issues, she's dedicated to educating all of us on the dangers of processed and packaged foods and the benefits of healthy, organic eating.
Autumn Tapestry - In her words, this blog is "geared toward women in midlife. Today’s forty and fifty-something women do not want to look like their grandmothers did, nor are they ready to give up their stiletto heels for prescription footwear."
Frozen Music - The first of Marye's blogs that I came to know her from, this is where she shares her experiences of restoring a 100-year-old, two-story farmhouse to its former splendor with authenticity.

Those are just a sampling of the things she does. Who she is is a woman of faith, love and perseverance. She is strong without being cold, vulnerable without being a drama queen, creative without losing taste, and sensible without losing panache. She is dynamic, intelligent, laid-back, down-to-earth, and 100% real. If ever there was a woman I'd have a girl-crush on, it would be her.


Not that I do. Ummm, no.

But I may feel differently Monday morning.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Just when I thought I had being a Mom figured out...

...now I've got to learn how to be a Mother-in-law.



I'm praying he never thinks of me like this...

Monday, May 9, 2011

What Does Date-Night Look Like At Your Place?

Lots of married couples have "date night". What does it look like at your place? Do you hire a babysitter for an evening out? Or snuggle on the couch for some "us" time after the kidlets have gone to bed?

Whatever you do, I'll bet it doesn't involve sitting in the bed of a pick-up truck parked on top of a pile of manure. Go to our farm blog, Welcome to Weksny Acres, to see what date night looks like farm-style.

Friday, May 6, 2011

From a Mother of a College Graduate

As rewarding as it is to be a mother, there are times when this whole Mommy gig is scary enough to make you want to jump in the car and run for the hills. (Or is that just me?) The responsibility of raising another human being without completely screwing them up can feel like a tremendous burden bearing down on your sleep-deprived shoulders. I tip my hat to those mothers that breeze through the process with nary a hair out of place, with spotless homes and well-rounded little angels that never rebel or give a moment's worry.

To the rest of us that don't live in Stepford, I'd like to offer these words of encouragement: I've done it and lived to tell the tale. You can too. Here are a few things to consider...

#1: Nothing Lasts Forever
Oh, those sleepless nights....will this child ever let you rest for more than an hour or two at a time? The answer is yes (hallelujah!) That fussy little angel that either won't sleep in their crib or (for those that co-sleep) elbows and knees you to death from midnight til dawn will someday grow into a teen that you won't be able to drag from their bed before noon. Someday, believe it or not, you'll realize one day that they don't want to snuggle with you anymore. After a week's worth of peaceful nights, you'll also realize that you miss it.

#2: Trust Your Instincts, Don't Ignore Them
Either through my own personal, hands-on experience, or from the shared struggles and triumphs of other mothers, I'm plenty familiar with ADD/ADHD, dyslexia, Down's Syndrome, Autism, cerebral palsy, Asperger's and a host of other special needs. If your otherwise healthy child exhibits symptoms of learning disorders, don't ignore them but don't panic, either. And unless you really, really believe in your doctor, don't take their first diagnosis, either. Research, get second opinions (and third and fourth opinions if it still doesn't sound right to you). We live in the Information Age and there are multitudes of women that have been in your shoes. Find them, learn from them, share your own story with them and be encouraged.

3: Every Child Rebels
You fed them only wholesome organic fruits and vegetables as a baby, and now they don't want to eat anything unless it comes out of a box. You knelt with them beside their bed and taught them to pray every night, but now they don't want to go to church. You said, "I love you," 58 times a day, but now they stomp off to their room crying, "I hate you." Unless your child is Jesus, they will rebel. There will be conflicts, misunderstandings, miscommunications, hurt feelings, and outright disobedience. I hate to tell you this, but if you think potty-training or the terrible twos are hard, you ain't seen nothin' yet. It's going to be a battle, so you'd best be prepared for it with the only two things that matter: discipline and grace. How do you know when to use which?

#4: Pick and Choose Your Battles
There's a big difference between the child that pours shampoo down the toilet after they've been told twenty times not to, and the child that wants to dye their hair with pink stripes while sporting an all-black wardrobe. Both are a form of rebellion, either against your authority or against their perception of "what's expected". The trick is knowing which one calls for discipline and which calls for grace. When discipline is needed, be consistent (don't give in once and expect them not to try getting away with it again later), be fair (don't ground them from the t.v. for two weeks because they forgot to wipe the table after dinner), and be firm (don't cut the punishment short because they're really really sorry...if you put them on time-out for five minutes, it needs to be the whole five minutes.)

But not every rebellion needs discipline. You have to pick and choose your battles. Does sinful behavior need discipline? Yes. Do sinners need grace? Even more. If you ever find yourself saying, "I never gave my parents this much trouble..." try reading Romans 3:23. And then call your parents, if they're still alive, and tell them you're sorry, you love them, and thanks for all they did for you and put up with from you.

#5: You Did Not Create Them, You Can't Change Them
Whether you gave birth to them or adopted them, you did not create your child, God did, and you will never be able to make your child be anything other than what God intended them to be. Yes, as a parent it is your responsibility to raise and guide your children to the best of your ability, but if you nit-pick a child over every little aspect of their behavior, you're not only going to miss out on witnessing the development of a richly unique individual, you're going to run the risk of having your child view you as a drill sergeant instead of a loving parent. Don't try to make a doctor out of an artist, a farmer out of a writer, or a musician out of an engineer. Encourage exploration in different avenues of interest, by all means! Give your child every opportunity you can to find their niche, but don't wear yourself (or your child) out by trying to make their squareness fit into any and every hole you come across. Yes, you might have been the world's greatest living pianist if only your parents had encouraged you, but that doesn't mean your child will be, wants to be, or (most importantly) was made to be.

#6: Get In The Picture!
I'll be totally honest here...I still struggle with this one. I hate having my picture taken and have since I was four years old. (Yes, I have issues. That's just the way it is.) As moms, we love getting those impromptu snapshots of our kids doing something funny, charming, bizarre, etc. But when we're gone, who's going to be looking at those photos? Our kids. And who's going to be missing from them? You. So what if your hair is having it's 437th bad day in a row, you've got stains on your t-shirt, and the only pants you wear these days are of the yoga variety (or, in my world, hole-y jeans)? However you look now, your kids will be thankful to see pictures of you like this again when they're grown up and getting their own middle-aged spread. Remember, no matter what you think of your looks, you're beautiful in the eyes of your children, and you always will be. Everyone loves strolling down memory lane sometimes; don't deprive your children of the chance to do the same.


I'm no expert on parenting, just a woman that's learned a few things along the way, both as a parent and as a child. So, as a mother and a daughter, I'll leave you with one more thing to ponder.

When I was just a babe, I thought, "My mommy is the smartest person in the whole wide world. I want to stay with her forever!"
When I was a young child, I thought, "My mom is pretty smart, but I know more than she thinks I do."
When I was an adolescent, I thought, "My mom isn't that smart, she really doesn't know that much."
When I was a teen, I thought, "That woman is completely clueless. She has NO idea what I'm going through!"
When I entered the world on my own, I thought, "I'm so much smarter than my mother ever was. Thank goodness I don't have to live with her anymore!"
When I had my own children, I thought, "My mother is so out of touch. I hope I don't turn into her someday!"
When I reached middle age, I thought, "Wow, Mom's pretty smart! I wish I'd listened to her more."
When I became an empty-nester, I thought, "My mother is the smartest person I know. I wish I were more like her."
When I reached my last days, I thought, "I miss my mother. I wish she were still here."

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

My PowerPuff Girls Grew Up

Last Saturday, I watched with a mixture of joy and melancholy as my eldest graduated college. Joy for the wonderfully mature woman she's become with a bright future ahead of her; melancholy for the days when she and her sisters were The PowerPuff Girls.

You wouldn't think they'd all come from the same parents because everything about them was different. Different hair, different eyes and (especially) different temperaments. And if you'd known my daughters and then watched the cartoon, you'd swear my daughters had to have been the inspiration.


As the oldest, Rachel easily assumed the role of leader, whether her little sisters liked it or not. She was Blossom in every way. My feisty Rebecca was the spitting image of Buttercup...tough as nails but with a heart of gold. And little Emily, with her sweet-as-sugar smile and effervescent spirit, was in all ways Bubbles. As different as any three girls could be, except for the bond of love they shared as sisters.

It's been a long time since I last saw my girls bouncing around the living room, re-creating their fantasy world of "saving the world before bedtime." Rebecca and Emily might still indulge themselves occasionally, but those days have gotten fewer and farther between. Like their older sister, they've moved on to other interests, but it wasn't until Saturday that the reality of time really started to sink in for either of them. They grappled with it all the way home as they kept musing to each other, "Our sister is a college graduate? When did that happen?!?"



I wanted to tell them it happened like everything else in life does...while they were busy doing other things. But that's one of those things they'll find out on their own eventually anyway.
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