Entries from The Mathewes Family tagged with 'reflections'
Home, home, home
Crisp air and that familiar temperate forest smell evoke powerful childhood memories for me. I'm remembering what it means to layer clothing, and discovering that my wardrobe is sorely lacking in chilly New England essentials. I curse Baltimore for making me a weather wuss.
One, two, three, four, FIVE!
Today, Stephen and I have been married for five years. Where did the time go? Steve and I met in college, which means I've known him for nine years. Nine years of jokes, road trips, milestones, and various date nights....
Be Kind
I want my daughter, and all future children of mine, to be selfless, giving, caring, and thoughtful. I want them to be eager, life-long learners, focusing on what is lasting. I hope they all have less anxiety than I do (though it seems like Ruth is doomed to inherit that from me, at this point).
Houston, we have standing
It's wicked cute.
Settled In
So I feel more comfortable with my new change in life, to the fact that I've taken on duties that aren't going to go away anytime soon, if ever. It's nice to know that eventually she'll talk, eventually she'll stop wearing diapers, and that it will be a beautiful, difficult, rewarding journey.
a few thoughts on Ruu
All I know for absolute certainty is this: I love my daughter, deeply and completely.
A Tough One
I wrote in my journal the other day, "I guess I just have a hard time letting the cameras and the crib coexist." I suppose I'll get used to it. After all, my thousands of dollars of equipment do, in fact, sit right next to my most precious possession: my daughter.
The Paschal Weekend
It's 2 AM, and the line for communion is forming. Ruth has been sleeping soundly through the entire ruckus. Out of the corner of my eye I've seen the blanket covering her car seat move a little--kicking in her sleep.
It's a Long Road
I just have to have faith. I've been doing everything I can to get her to a place where it'll be easier for both of us. I just have to have faith.
Phases (In and Out)
These phases and changes keep me on my toes. I miss my giggly baby that would look at me and talk back. I want her to be as excited about me as I am about her.
The Good and the Bad
My sister-in-law, Megan, told me early on, "People argue all the time about what kind of parenting style should be used. But really, it's not up to you as a parent. The kid decides what kind of parenting style you use." She's right.
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