Gardening · parenting · special needs parenting

The Mom Birthday

I remember as a child being so excited for my mom’s birthday, and she was always just meh. It was terribly confusing to me that a birthday wasn’t cause for glee, after all, what on earth is better than a whole day set aside to celebrate you?!

Fast forward 28 years and it all makes sense.

My 10 year old awoke at 5:30.  I stumbled to his room and shoved his iPad at him and told him to just be quiet.

I had to dole out meds, feed the dog, make breakfasts, lunch and dinner, take out the trash, do dishes, and all manner of other daily living.
As per normal, Ben needed everything under the sun during my morning coffee, which while fully expected, is a touch more frustrating than usual.

As an introvert, I dream of a birthday on which the school bus arrives and I simply usher my dear offspring to the curb to enjoy a day of total quiet, though it’s just not to be.  My dear husband is out of town for mandatory training for work, which always falls over my birthday, which means I’m flying solo today.

Please understand, my dear daughter got me a variety of cheese for my birthday, which is wonderful, thoughtful and sweet.  My husband has something specially made in the works that will be ready on Saturday, so I am being celebrated, and entirely blessed, but today is really just like most other days; a day in which my primary objective is serving others.  

Alas, I sigh a deep, cleansing breath and remind myself of my days of longing for these children, and that next year at this time I will very likely be leaving my beloved daughter at college.

Perspective.  Sweet Alex keeps hugging me and calling me the birthday girl, and after lunch we’re going out Pokémon hunting, and I’m buying myself one heckuva cake and some premium burger to make myself a deluxe Bleu cheeseburger and a gorgeous watermelon from my garden  for supper. 

I may not be able to celebrate in a day that’s all about me like I did when I was a kid, but I can and will enjoy the little things that make a day joyful and fun, and 3 of those “little things” are the ones that call me “mom”. 

Gardening · running · special needs parenting · Uncategorized

Food Glorious Food

As a runner I know how important it is to fuel my body with high quality food. As a mother caught in often stressful situations, stress eating is my nemesis. One would think that summer would be my downfall, but think again. 

Late morning every day I make a quick run out back and lunch consists of pico de gallo fresh out of the garden. 

I typically throw down 6-8 Roma tomatoes, a whole onion and 2-3 jalepeños with some cilantro and lime as my lunch. Yep, every single day. I’m a tomato snob and only eat them fresh from the vine, so I indulge when I can!

I just brought this beauty in and it tastes like a jolly rancher it’s so sweet!  

If you add in beans, peas, and more, I have a smorgasbord of daily goodies and not a single craving for comfort food. 

I don’t think I’ll ever be a convert to summer with the running being so miserable and trying to keep kids entertained 24/7, but the eating just can’t be beat! 

(Garden dog couldn’t agree more).

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The Garden’s Bounty

And so it begins. With giddy elation I brought in the first zucchini from my garden today.  I’ve been nurturing that ground since April, and though we’ve had plenty of asparagus (which is perennial and requires little care), this is the first of my annual fruits. 

Ah, what to do with this beautiful specimen?  Muffins?  Stir fry? Sauté in butter?  The possibilities are enticing!  

This little guy is alone on the counter for now, but the time will come when the produce will roll out of my garden in bunches, too fast for handling, and I’ll feel like Ethel and Lucy in the chocolate factory trying to keep up with the bounty. 

I’ll give some away, can what I can, (get it?) and generally annoy my husband with my lack of planning and ridiculous quantities of some things and utter lack of others (and my crooked rows, my rows are always wonky and it drives him up a wall).  

Then suddenly, one day a frost will end it all. 

But today is the day of the first fruits. A day of celebration, a day of beginning. Today we eat the sacrificial zucchini.