Thank you so much to Misinformed Mother for nominating me for this award! For those of you who don’t know what the Liebster Award is – it is an award bloggers with not more than 200 followers as a form of recognition and support to continue blogging. I am so happy I was chosen! I will try not to let you down. 🙂
I had remorse over not framing and hanging family photos or steam cleaning the rugs before our son Patrick Paul’s baptism yesterday for our family luncheon. Then, I stepped back and focused on the big picture. A special and intimate religious ceremony has nothing to do with superficial details in our home. Our son’s baptism was a wonderful celebration of our faith and our son. He is officially a Catholic now that he made his first sacrament, his baptism, which will be later followed by others such as his confirmation, when he becomes an adult in the church similar to a bar mitzvah, or wedding.
Just as he was reborn into the church, the sun kissed and blessed us in Chicago as the flowers finally started to bloom to welcome our baby boy into the church. What does our son’s baptism have to do with the future pope?
Everyone was at my Mom’s Annual Poetry Slam in honor of National Poetry Month (April) including W.B. Yeats, Walt Whitman and Langston Hughes. We travelled through time to the seventeenth century and also learned why tall fences make good neighbors.
We saw the playful and light Broadway musical Anything Goes at the Cadillac Palace Theatre in Chicago on Wednesday night. It’s set in the 1930’s (post-Depression) aboard a cruise ship to London.
Life sometimes means you have to balance competing priorities (work, play, etc.), which is often a juggling act. That may translate to chaos, which can be a whirlwind of unorganized activity… Below is a snapshot of the chaos and lessons learned that was our two boys and me as we spontaneously went to the park on Earth Day. Our big take away is a few quiet hours reading at home with the babes can be even better than forcing a park trip – especially when they’ve already had fresh air and class at the Park District. It helps to slow down to enjoy and savor the baby’s first smiles and sweet sounds as well as our two year old’s new discoveries.
We learn from an early age to take care in how we dress and have pride in our appearance – clean face and clothes, brushed hair… We want our little ones to look their best when they greet the world. And so society reinforces the idea of dressing for success. I remember my sixth grade teacher lecturing our class about personal grooming and dressing neatly. I am in favor of all of the above, but it does not often translate well for Moms with little ones.
We live near a new and contemporary church that is non-denominational, which seems to soft-sell happiness. It also seems very popular. That may mean some people want to believe in happiness and follow it as a way of life or philosophy. A lot of people think of “happiness” as feeling good, which seems to be a safe bet. Sunday’s Styles section of The New York Times article about Dr. Sonja Lyubomirsky, psychology professor and author at University of California at Riverside, shares a few good nuggets (see below for them in my words) as food for thought. Do you buy into this happiness thing?