Single

SINGLE

Many mom’s and dad’s are the sole parent to their child for a variety of circumstances. I, however, have the opportunity to co-parent quite effectively with the father of my children.

I am not single, alone or abandoned in my parenthood.

Yet why does society seek to attach that word as an adjective to my motherhood? Single Mom.

Should you also be seeking to attach that word to woman as a way to define my marital status, single woman, I would ask that you refrain from that as well.

Please do not use that adjective to define my womanhood.

Define me by my pursuits, my job, my religion, my community work, my motherhood.

But whatever you do please don’t introduce me as your “single friend”, the “single mom”, the “single co-worker”.

I love your desire to show your admiration for how hard it is to parent from the space of divorce by attaching the word single to my status as a mom. Many nights as I struggle to put three girls to bed and give each the attention they need, I feel alone in my job. But defining me as a single mom would do a huge disservice to their Dad, who in his on right, tries his hardest to parent alone when I am not present.

My children have two loving and engaged parents. Please don’t refer to either of us as single parents.

I also admire your attempt to set me up with a partner whenever you see a chance by attaching the word single as a descriptor to my status as a woman. Whether it be at the coffee shop when you want to introduce me to your  “single neighbor” we just ran into or casually over lunch when you offer to set me up with other “single friends”. I love your enthusiasm for being a matchmaker but single is just not how I think of myself.

I love words. I love the good they can do when used in the appropriate ways.

So please, regardless of how good your intention is behind labeling me as single, I ask you rethink that word and its applicability to my life.

When forced to come up with an adjective to describe me, may I suggest that you substitute the word single for extraordinary.

“Can I set you up with my extraordinary friend Heather?”

“Have you met this extraordinary mom I know?”

That my friends is putting real power behind a word.

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Travel

My parents loved to travel.

The five of us piled into our white K-car traversing the east coast each summer.

As we got older the trips got bigger- Iceland, Mexico, Canada.

They wanted my brothers and I to see it all.

And now, more than ever, I want the same for my girls.

Early summer found us traveling a great deal and when my girls screamed “enough” and demanded an August at home I complied.

Then September rolled in and the urge to travel could no longer be squelched.

While Sid and Aud’s days were filled with school, soccer and riding, off Ellie and I went on our grand adventure to Utah.

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We landed on a Friday and soaked up the sights and sounds of Salt Lake City. The moment we walked through the gates of Temple Square we could feel the peace of that place.

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Saturday saw me run the North Face Endurance Challenge Marathon Relay with friends in Park City.

It was hard and that’s all that needs said.

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Seeing Ellie’s face as I crossed the finish line was well worth the agony from the climb up the ski slope.

Saturday night we ate dinner on the patio and watched the sky turn red then black.

Those moments will forever be cherished.

Sunday was church, then swimming, then the most amazing dinner with friends.

Love was in that place that evening as little boys tossed a football around and Ellie spent hours chasing her playmates.

On Monday when it came time to leave, I found myself wishing we had just one day more. There was so much more to see and do that we just never got to.

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And the big girls would have loved it all- the horses, the zipline, the mountains.

So on Monday night when Ellie and I stumbled through the front door at 9pm, staggering under the weight of our bags and the day of travel, I looked at the joy on the faces of my two eldest and vowed that next time school and activities would not get in the way.

To travel is the greatest teacher of all.

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Photograph

Everyone should have a Robin in their life.

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Someone whose beauty radiates inside and out.

A women who is generous of spirit, and wickedly talented behind the lens.

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Robin makes you forget you are staring at a camera.

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She channels your inner joy. Her photos become a reflection of what you radiate.

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Not every photographer can do that.

So when my Wittenberg girls and I met for our fourth year of Labor Day celebrations with our families, I trusted Robin to capture the twenty years of friendship.

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She found the heart of a friendship that has been my rock.

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She found the light in each of us.

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The pictures tell the story.

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The photograph says it all.

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Thank you Robin for being in my life and telling our story.

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5

Dear Ellery Jane,

Today you turn 5!!

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5 years blown bye in the blink of an eye.

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What a joy you are.

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What an amazing soul.

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How did I get so lucky to parent a child so secure in who she is? You are no doubt 100% your own person.

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You own your anger, your happiness and your tears. You tell it like it is and you are quick to move on and forgive.

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My hope for you is a year filled with celebration. Days filled with Ellie magic, the kind that comes from being the vibrant, engaging, charming, Ellery Jane.

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I promise to never stop singing you to sleep,

to love you unwaveringly,

to help you grow your faith in God

and to nurture your soul.

Thank you Ellery Jane for being my daughter.

Happiest of birthday’s my beautiful girl!

Love,

Your one and only Momma

PS-

You picked this year’s song and how perfect it is…

 

 

 

For the run

I run because:

I am vain. I love the way it makes my legs look in a skirt.

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I am cheap.  All I need are a pair of running shoes and an open road. When it’s that simple you find excuses to not work out are hard to come by.

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I am a loner. My world is full of people. I love that about my life, but I am at my core a loner. Running is communion with myself.

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I am Strong. I begin my day with a prayer.  Running is a daily reminder of how lucky I am to have this body as my own.

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This weekend will see me running the North Face Endurance Challenge 10k in Park City, UT. The race begins at 6,900 feet elevation and my highest elevation will top out somewhere around 7,700 feet.

https://www.thenorthface.com/get-outdoors/endurance-challenge/utah/course-guides.html

Typically I would characterize a 10k as “easy peasy”, but the elevation will make this run challenging.

The best part is that my Ellie girl will be there to cheer me on,

and that is really why I run.

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Days

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Adding the days and counting the years.

Pages are turned.

The statute of limitations has long since expired on my mourning period, but the dull ache remains.

I remind myself that this relationship was one that was designed for the goodbye. That his going and my staying on that dark October day almost eight years past, was supposed to occur.

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And in reality I don’t think I could imagine my life without that painful ending.

The loss has framed my existence.

If he were alive now and I were to have had those years back as his daughter- would I be the women and the mother I have become?

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So it is in these days when the winds change and the leaves begin to fall, that instead of focusing on all that was lost I must learn to be grateful for all that was gained.

 

 

 

Firsts and lasts

Wednesday was a big day at our house.

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Ellie started her final year of preschool. It was also her first day at The Childhood League Center (CLC).

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Way back in 2008 I called the education director of a school I had heard a whole lot about. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made as a momma.

I had done the “traditional” preschool thing with Sidney for a year (three mornings a week, for a few hours at our lovely church preschool) but I was looking for something different for Sid’s final year before Kindergarten. We fell in love with that place on our first visit and now seven years and three girls later, CLC will take on one last year with one of my girls.

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Ellie will have the same teacher as both of her sisters. She will sit in the same chairs.

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She will spend four days a week soaking up all of the goodness and love one can cram into seven hours a day. And she will have an experience that will form the foundation for not just her career as a student, but also the foundation for the kind of women she will grow to become.

In 2012 I was interviewed by Columbus Parent about our CLC experience (check out Audrey rocking her Hello Kitty dress).

http://www.columbusparent.com/content/stories/2012/04/NTK-age-playgroups.html

That place is magical.

 

When 10 Became 11

Dear Sidney,

Eleven years ago today, in a still, quiet operating room, I heard the cry of a babies’ first breathe. In that moment, the sound of your voice became the song of my heart.

The years since that day have flown bye.

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I am so incredibly proud of the person you are becoming!

You are everything good and perfect in this world.

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You are strong.

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You are passionate.

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You are loving.

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You are dedicated.

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You work hard.

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And you have a deep, abiding faith.

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God has written the most glorious chapters for you these last ten years and he will offer another equally marvelous one in this your eleventh year.

I will be here to help you navigate the course ahead. I won’t always have the right answers (or the answers you want to hear), but I will try to live up to the title of  Sid’s Momma.

Thanks for bearing with me this last year as we have adjusted to some new-found freedom you so richly deserve. Promise me we can keep up our late night chats? I have found so much joy in those moments of cuddling and conversation.

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Before your Momma starts the uncontrollable sobbing that you know is bound to happen on your birthday, let me end this letter with one more thought-

Always, always remember that you are loved beyond belief by your family and your God. We think you are one amazing person.

Love,

your one and only Momma

PS- I put a lot of thought into picking this year’s song for you. It had to be this one….

 

 

 

 

 

 

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She found it in the hallway desk upstairs and wandered into my bathroom inquiring what it was.

The juice was gone. I told her the old iPod Touch in its  bright pink case needed energy.

She bugged me until I plugged it in.

Hours later she asked if it was charged .

Friends over, kids running around, lunches for monday to be made; I had a million excuses not to bother with it right then. Yet there I sat with her on the couch, one ear bud in her’s and one in mine and we watched the screen light up.

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She giggled over the sight of her own name and in that split second I prayed I could hold it together.

The playlist made by a husband for his wife on the day she was to give birth to their third baby girl.

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That baby girl, now almost five, wanting to understand it; to listen to the songs with her momma and talk about what each one meant and how they were “written just for her”.

So we sat.

Van Morrison’s Into The Mystic

 

Brendan James’ Brand New Day

 

Pink’s Glitter in the Air

 

On and on it played winding one to the next,

thirty pieces of history in all.

And as we listened to the last notes, the final strains of the love story sung

there were no tears,

no heartache,

just peace over all that was and now is.

 

 

 

 

 

Summer’s end

I wish there had been more days of playing in the dirt.

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More chances to run through the sprinkler.

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A few more nights spent running barefoot outside.

When the soles of your feet, at evenings end, turned the bathtub water black.

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Our lazy days of summer are behind us.

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It’s back to a world dictated by meetings, homework, practices.

Summer’s end always leaves me aching for more.

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