Anthony read the book in the afternoon. He enjoyed it ; said it was an easy but captivating read. I hope to read it myself this week.
I made this for dinner the other night. Yummy! You can see the pre and post baking pics.
Cut the top off the pumpkin, scrape out the seeds and some of the flesh. Layer thin squares of toast, chopped onion, thinly sliced cheese, salt and pepper in the pumpkin. Replace the top and bake in a slow oven 2-3 hours. Remove top, stir contents, add hot milk and serve with extra milk for bowls, to make a soup consistency. And enjoy.
My struggles with attitude.
No, don’t worry, this won’t be a post full of angst. This is not a bleeding-heart-blog. But it is a blog for pondering and sharing and some of us ( Genevieve and me ) seem to ponder best when we write. Or blog.
Thursday was my birthday. Birthdays are always bitter sweet for me. Where does the time go?
Dh and I stayed up very late, spending time together, talking together. We talked of a number of things, of this, of that, of some every day things, of important things.
And dh pointed out that I have become abrupt in my responses to our children.
Ouch and double ouch.
The super thing about being married for a long time is that we can share, honestly.Most of the time.
Thus, dh’s words made me both wince and wonder.
I see that I am often abrupt. Partly because of my sarcastic, somewhat wicked sense of humour. Mothers aren’t supposed to use this humour on their kids, right?
But my biggest problem is probably busyness.
I get busy. I like being busy . ( What am I running away from, that I have to keep my life so busy? Or is it personality? Is busyness a problem or is it really attitude? One of my Lenten reads, Finding Sanctuary, made me feel uncomfortable when encountering my busyness and the contrast of the monastic life. ).
Regardless of the reasons for this busy life, I do know that, in my busyness, I can be abrupt. A response that could be more loving, friendly, becomes a terse shorthand answer.
In living a go-go-go lifestyle and being efficient, I forget the gentle response.
I am so not gentle.
And so, one of my attitude struggles is a struggle against abruptness and towards “yes-ness”.
I prayed about this, at Mass and at Adoration yesterday. Hoping I will be given an epiphany on how to change my response.
You can do nothing with children unless you win their confidence and love by bringing them into touch with yourself, by breaking through all the hindrances that keep them at a distance. We must accommodate ourselves to their tastes, we must make ourselves like them. ——–St. John Bosco
I suspect that change will come simply by doing – by my consciously making an effort to be less abrupt. It is the act of doing that makes us become what we are. Repeated acts of niceness, not abruptness; and, I imagine, repeatedy falling down and dusting myself off mentally, will mean that eventually yes will be a more automatic response than the terse alternative.
I’ve seen this happen in other areas of my life. I have acted as if I was what I wanted to be and over time, a change occurred. The me I wanted to be became the more natural me.
My other struggle of attitude is a body image attitude. Again. (Does this get boring? Is this a woe-is-me post? Horror. I shudder. And yet, in order to think, I write. I share. Yes, I bore…)
One would think that after losing weight, a person would be happy with their body.
It seems that I look in the mirror and all I see is the back fat, the daggy arms, that horrid waist, the saggy b**bs.
I don’t expect perfection, yet I find it difficult to come to grips with a slimmer self. I look in the miror and see fat. As if I am the sum total of my looks. As if weight is the all-encompassing, most important part of a person.
Both intellectually and spiritually, I know this to be false. Yet, just as I fall back on a sarcastic, abrupt answer in default when busy, so I fall back into negative body images at milestones, at certain times in my life.
Like my birthday of last week – there comes the thought of being both fat and old.
Sad. I know that who I am is more important than how I look but the negative self talk is default mode.
Perhaps body image takes awhile to adjust to weight loss. Perhaps the living as if philosophy can be applied here, too. Live with joy in my fitter body, as though I accept my body and perhaps I will – accept my normal body, normal BMI . Not model thin but normal.
I said recently to a friend, that I find that working on and with my kids on attitudes is of more importance than working on behaviour or on Maths. I see now that this applies to myself.
No default modes. Acting and living on purpose.
If, then, you are looking for the way by which you should go, take Christ, because He Himself is the way. ——–St. Thomas Aquinas
Cartoon courtesy of Gary Olsen, Cartoon College
And I like Ruth’s idea, from way-back-when, of hosting the occasional Thankful Thursday blog.
Today ( Wednesday posing as Thursday), I am thankful that I am an unschooler.
Why? Read Genevieve’s post and smile at children learning and enjoying learning, at choices in education, at collaborative learning.
I was feeling guilty about our Easter Octave – work stuff for me, for the kids a little bit of writing and lots of Guitar Hero, Singstar, some reading, friends over. But an unschooler shouldn’t feel this guilty for not doing-school!
We are seeking joy and thus, a school week of a bit of reading, a bit of writing, French class, work, lots of fun and play and friends, is cool.
Alice’s lovely ideas for an Easter Tea.
Maybe we can adapt this and have an Easter afternoon tea, during this octave of Easter?
And an interesting book and blog, thoughts on Mary, from a Catholic convert’s point of view. From one who struggled to understand the Church’s Marian devotions. [I can relate… ]