Clash and Contradiction: March 5

March 5

>> Friday, March 5, 2010 – household, parenting, photography

This morning Mikey woke early again. In an effort to not be outdone I decided I would start some of today's work early, Mikey helped by handing me nails and pretending to hammer. We completed our new noticeboard from an old picture frame and some chicken wire just as the sun started to come up.

Sorry the photo is not so good, we don't get much light in that little corner of the apartment. The little calendar in the top left is by Lisa Rupp Design.

Our afternoon was spent drawing with sidewalk chalk and climbing the side of the large hill near to our apartment. Tiring work, now we are going to spend this evening snuggling out of the blustery wind and reading some Beatrix Potter together from some of my old books while eating yoghurt and granola. Mikey has asked to hear The Tale of Tom Kitten several times already in the past few days, he thinks that Tom and his sisters are very naughty.

We have big plans to finish cleaning the house tomorrow, as well as doing some laundry and of course fitting in some outside time.

I'm re-reading Buddhism for Mothers by Sarah Napthali. It's just as insightful the second time as it was the first, perhaps moreso.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.

I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.