An Ordinary Day

I was just getting ready to blog about an extraordinary and beautiful book I recently read: Mitten Strings for God by Katrina Kenison.  I’ve been telling everyone I know how they absolutely must read this little gem.  Her book inspired me; motivated me; made me realize what’s really important in raising my children. 

Then today I saw a video of Katrina reading her newest novel, The Gift of an Ordinary Day and I could not wait one more minute to share her with you.  Go ahead and watch…her message will reverberate through your heart and you, too, will find yourself enchanted, suddenly aware of the little things in your ordinary days

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The Jesus Box

I cannot think of many things more precious than a child, bowed down, hands clasped in prayer.  I love to listen to Joseph praying because his prayers are so sincere, so heartfelt, so spontaneous.  He’s never rushed or distracted, like I find myself sometimes.  His heart rejoices and he finds peace in his prayers.  Oh, how I could learn from him!  

I’ve been praying with and for Joseph and William since they were in the womb (and even before as I prayed for the gift of life).  While I was pregnant, I did what many faithful Catholics would do:  I went to daily Mass and I prayed, often.  I prayed the rosary, the chaplet of divine mercy, and with William, I prayed using Donna Marie Cooper O’Boyle’s Prayerfully Expecting.  Then upon arrival, I prayed many prayers of thanksgiving for the precious gift God had entrusted to Dax and me.  While they were little and nursing, I continued praying.  I sang the Hail Mary to fussy babies and offered spontaneous prayers of petition for grace in my mothering journey.  I didn’t do it perfectly…in fact some days, I’d get caught up in the midst of mothering and find myself falling asleep as I prayed for my children, but no matter what I did or to what extent, I did it with a heart of faith. 

Then as Joseph began to get a little older (before William came along), I realized that not only did I need to pray (and pray often!), I needed to find a way to pass on my faith and the rich culture of the Catholic Church to my children.  How do you put your faith into something tangible to present to little ones?  How do you teach children to pray?  I wasn’t really sure, so I started out by taking Joseph to daily Mass and I prayed the rosary with him while I put him down for a nap.  But it still didn’t feel like that was enough.  I wanted Joseph to fall in love with the God that I know…a God who is merciful and full of love.  I wanted Joseph’s heart to turn to prayer throughout the day…when he was happy; when he was sad; when he just was.  

So I did what I always do.  I began to read and question.  I read The Catholic Home by Meredith Gould and The Religious Potential of the Child by Sofia Cavalletti.  I read Guiding your Catholic Preschooler by Kathy Pierce and Lori Rowland.  I read blogs of beautiful Catholic moms who had traveled the road on which I found myself.  I called friends from my parish that I admired and asked how they did it.  And then, equipped with many bits of brilliance, I began to formulate a plan.  

Sofia Cavalletti says in her book, “Education to prayer is fundamental to the catechesis of young children.”  She goes on to suggest that what adults “can do is to establish the premises that will help prayer to arise.”  Hmmm, now how could I establish the premises?  For me, the sight of an altar, dressed according to the liturgical season, adorned with candles and flanked by statues of Mary and Jesus always, always inspires me to drop to my knees and pray.  So why not have our own prayer altar?  A special place that we could visit each day.  Using the suggestions in Meredith Gould’s book on setting up a family altar, I dragged my mom with me and the two of us found all sorts of treasures for what would later become adoringly known in our house as the Jesus Box.  (In case you’re wondering why it is all kept in a box, rather than in a permanent altar, it’s because I like the idea of allowing Joseph the responsibility of caring for and arranging the altar…some days he pulls out every item in the box; other days, he might focus solely on the Sacred Heart of Jesus.  Plus it allows us the opportunity to change the altar according to Saints Days and the Liturgical Year.)       

What a wonderful treasure chest our Jesus box has become.   You’ll always find the basics in our box:  candles; prayer cards; flowers; altar cloths; statues of Jesus, Mary, the saints; a crucifix; a children’s Bible.  But take a peek throughout the year and you’ll find other treasures.  During Advent, we put in an advent calendar and delightful Christmas stories.  We add a cloth advent wreath with cloth candles and a clever Advent prayer cube.  During Lent we add the story we use with our resurrection eggs (of course the eggs don’t come out until Easter!) and an illustrated guide of the Stations of the Cross.  Also, we keep our rosary nearby for praying the Sorrowful mysteries.  Ordinary Time allows us the opportunity to learn about the saints…how to pray with them and how to ask for special intercessions.  

Each day our experience with the Jesus box is different.  Some days we pray a decade of the rosary; some days we pray spontaneously; some days we just set the altar and gaze lovingly upon our Savior.  Each day might be something new, but each day is always beautiful. 

Joseph's flower arrangement for the prayer table

 

 

 

 

Beautiful prayer hands William!

Daybook

Outside my window…it’s windy and cold.

I am thinking…can I really call this my daybook if I’m just now publishing it at 8:45 pm?

I am thankful for…Grandma Nury and her wonderful gift of blueberries…what a special treat for these cold, winter days.

From the learning rooms…Joseph is counting by 2s, thanks to the brilliance of the red and black cards on his calendar.

 

From the kitchen…the delicious smell of Italian.

I am wearing…yoga pants and a v-neck black t-shirt…all ready for bed!

I am creating…beautiful, beautiful memories each day with my children and my husband as the shining stars.

I am going…to miss these days of having someone tugging on my leg while I’m cooking when my kids are grown…so next time I look down to see a little one attached, I’ll stop and embrace the moment…really, who cares if dinner is 15 minutes late? 

I am reading…still reading The Five Love Languages of Children and desperately wondering: what are my children’s primary love languages?

Around the house…new windows!  To celebrate the new windows, we opened up the bedroom window this morning for the kids to gaze out of.  William decided that just wasn’t good enough, so he pushed the screen out.  Both boys loved touching the outdoors from inside the room. 

Living the Liturgy…brought back out the Jesus box and said a rosary.

One of my favorite things…an incredibly helpful husband.

Here is picture I thought worth sharing…

Both boys signing "Dad"

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What in the world, William?

William is my little adventurer; my daredevil; my carefree spirit.  He’s the exact opposite of Joseph.  He’s always leaping before looking and is not afraid of a mess.  If you were a fly on the wall at our house, you’d hear us saying “What in the world William?” quite often.  I say it; Daxson says it; even Joseph says it; William knows it…when he hears it, he just grins and carries on…

 

William, where is your sock?!

 

Big Rocks

For all the women out there who just can’t say no (isn’t that all of us?), please, please I beg you to visit Elizabeth today and read her thoughts on saying “I’m sorry; I can’t do that.”  Now, I’m sorry, I can’t blog today…I must go tend to my big rocks…God, my husband, and my children…because it’s true:  those are the things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, my life would still be full.

The best things in life…

I’ve heard it said repeatedly that the best things in life are free.  So I’ve been thinking about all the best things in my life and yep, it’s true, they are free.  

  • “Mommy, I love you.”
  • A hug, a kiss, a snuggle
  • Cuddling up with a book
  • Sheer joy on Joseph’s face when we’re playing
  • William’s grin as he attempts to stand by himself
  • A phone call from an old friend to say she’s thinking about me
  • A compliment
  • A note from Mom in the mail (oh, I love good old fashioned snail mail!)

My list could go on and on, but instead I think I’ll share a few pictures with you from our picnic at the University on Sunday.  A beautiful day; happy, playful children; a patient husband; delicious food…yep, the best things in my life really are free.

Are you ready?

Go, go, go, go, go!

What are you eating now, William?

My Daybook

Outside my window…It’s beautiful and sunny. 

I am thinking…there are a million things I should be doing, but for now I’m happy just to gaze at this beautiful nursing baby. 

I am thankful for…napping children. 

From the learning room…tried a fingerpainting project today with Joseph and could not get him to touch it!  Finally convinced him to wear a sock on his hand to paint!  

From the kitchen…Still no eggs, milk, or soy allowed…am going to try a new recipe for corn chowder with no dairy…the picture looks yummy, but we’ll see! 

I am wearing…still dressed for our morning walk in yoga pants and a navy blue t-shirt (and a pair of cute ankle socks from my mom…thanks Mom!) 

I am creating…a safe haven for my little ones…somewhere that they feel free to be just exactly who they are meant to be and loved that much more because of it. 

I am going…to order Prima Latina this week for Joseph. 

I am reading…The Five Love Languages of Children. 

I am hoping…to finish organizing the kid’s clothes by the end of the week. 

I am hearing…just the hum of the computer…isn’t silence golden? 

Around the house…no workers today, so no new progress on renovations. 

One of my favorite things…reading with Joseph. 

A few plans for the rest of the week…a little schooling, a little cooking, a little playing and a lot of loving! 

Here is picture I thought worth sharing…Joseph and William got a ball pit for Christmas but after a few weeks, it got a tear.  New ball pit arrived this weekend and Dax brought it in this morning much to the delight of two little boys! 

The ball pit is back!

 

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To inspire you…

“The noblest calling in the world is that of a mother.  True motherhood is the most beautiful of all arts, the greatest of all professions.  She who can paint a masterpiece or who can write a book that will influence millions deserves the plaudits and admiration of mankind; but she who rears successfully a family of healthy, beautiful sons and daughters whose immortal souls will be exerting an influence throughout the ages long after paintings shall have faded, and books and statues shall have been destroyed, deserves the highest honor that man can give.”  David O. McKay

Our Gentle Rhythm

Lately, we’ve fallen into a gentle rhythm.  Joseph, William, and I get up together; we play in the kitchen and make breakfast; we eat; we school; we walk; we play…and so our day goes…all of us together, moving at the same pace, encouraging one another through the steps of the day. 

A new part of our daily routine has been the addition of a daily nature walk.  Our winter weather seems to be on hold for now and so we’ve taken up nature walks as a way to enjoy this brief interlude.  Joseph grabs his bucket, William parks himself in his stroller, and I am happy to lead us as we go out to explore.  Some days we fill our bucket and other days we only find one or two items worthy enough to put in the bucket.  Joseph is thrilled with each of the treasures he finds (“Oh Mom!  What a good find!”) and William is content just to observe our beautiful world from his seat.  I love this rhythm we’ve found.  I know that it will pass quickly…(after all, everything with kids is just a phase)…the weather will change; one and/or both boys will lose interest in our treasure hunt; life will interrupt us and our rhythm will readjust…but for now, I just bask in this gentle pace we’ve found.   

Oh, what a good find!

Stopping to smell the flowers...literally!

The Process…not the Product

I think one of the hardest lessons to learn as a mommy is that presentation is NOT everything, contrary to what we’ve been trained to think.  It really is all about the process with children…not the product.

The following may not seem like such a big project to most moms out there, but you have to understand my little Joseph.  He’s a perfectionist.  He cannot stand messes.  He wants everything nice, neat, and clean.  He will not touch play-doh, mud, or anything even remotely messy.  I feel like he’s missing a whole chunk of his childhood because he refuses to get sticky, gooey, or messy!  So my mommy brain went into overtime trying to remedy this situation.  What could I possibly do to get him to embrace the messy side of life.  Enter a cake mix, frosting, and some other goodies…

It took us two days to complete our project (one day for baking and one for decorating) and in the end our product may not have been perfect, but who cares?  It really was the process that mattered. because Joseph did it all…he dumped ingredients, mixed, decorated (with a utensil of course!), sprinkled, and lo and behold, he even fed himself!  Isn’t victory sweet?