Healthy Living Challenge: Day 25 – Easter Joys

This post will not be my typical healthy living entry as such but because Otilia, from Romanian Mum was so keen to find out :-) , I will tell you about our new family tradition, an Easter tree!!

I actually had seen in before, on two separate occasions but it was only last week, when we were invited for dinner with friends and I saw their own version that I thought: “Aha,  I can actually do this myself!”

So last night I sent hubby to find a sturdy tree branch. Fortunately for him, there are loads literally lying around as in preparation for a new road layout and he didn’t have to look long or do anything illegal :-) I had bought from PoundLand a few bags of small and medium fluffy chicks, three decorative egg types and some very cute miniature nests. Emma was fully on board with this, helping me hang the eggs, decorating the hollow ones with stickers and filling them up with small treats like chocolate coins and mini-chocolate eggs.  The result was amazing and I was so pleased with it I was still raving this morning about it :-) . The entire cost, including the sweets, the decorative butterfly Emma had done last week (Home Bargains buy) and all the things mentioned above? Less than £10 but my living room looks a million dollars to me now!!

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Healthy Living Challenge: Day 9 – Nine wisdom nuggets

Okay, so I was pondering today on what I have learnt(or have been reminded of) since I started this health challenge.

1. Whatever change you want to make in your life, start TODAY! For so long I used everything and everybody as an excuse for not eating healthily and for procrastinating . That bikini body I want, guess what? It will never happen unless I ditch the “ifs” and “buts” and “tomorrows”.

2. Start small. If you haven’t moved all winter(like moi!) then start taking short walks every day(weather permitting). If you have been eating double what your hubby ate(again, like moi…) then eat a bit less. Whatever you aim to achieve, achieve it with every meal, with every little change.

3. Congratulate yourself when you manage to stick to your resolutions, don’t beat yourself up when you stray from the plan. Okay, I had Chinese on Friday night( the most sensible Chinese I’ve ever had!), okay, I had a bit of apple pie and  crème brûlée ice cream today. As long as these incidents remain the exception and don’t become the norm, you are still on!!

4. Try new foods: I loved my quinoa salad last Sunday. I rediscovered my love of apples. Hey, I can even eat bananas now! I could have smoked salmon and avocado on a bed of rocket salad, with a good seasoning of lemon every day of the week as a very filling snack!

5. Stock up on good food. Have your favourite fruit handy both in the fruit bowl and in the fridge so that they “tempt” you before anything else when you get peckish. Buy healthy versions of your favourite snacks: soya instead of cheese, rye bread instead of white bread…etc.

6. Ditch/ hide the waistline enemies :-) ! We have some new rules in the house these days: Don’t leave Emma’s unfinished toast on the table! Hide the crackers! Don’t keep kabanos sausages in the fridge!

7. Once a week, visit the organic health food store and the right butcher. We were in Holywood on Friday and bought an organic chicken from the local butcher and got lovely goodies from Iona, the best health food store in Northern Ireland(in my eyes, anyway!) This week I will incorporate my organic chickpeas in a tasty tagine, make a lovely bulgur salad with my organic Aduki beans and use generously my kale and sea salt mixture.

8. Find people to whom you can be accountable. Don’t pay attention to people who make comments about your small portions. Avoid “food friends”, as I call them, you know, the ones who offer you coffee and a comfort biscuit whenever you visit?

9. Enjoy yourself! Life is to be enjoyed, don’t see this as self-flagellation but as an exciting experience that will bring on some exciting results!

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Good night, from beautiful Northern Ireland!

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t

Bless you, Eleanor Roosevelt, I couldn’t have said it better! As a mum who needs to make constant choices towards my three year old’s happiness, safety, contentment, education, entertainment, nutrition, I constantly feel EXACTLY like that.

The latest example is my choice to do a little part-time, temporary job in the afternoon, looking after two other children. I thought it would be ideal for us, as a mama and daughter team, as Emma could come along so she wouldn’t be separated from me. I would earn some cash, she would earn new friends, winners all around, right? Aaaaaah, nope!

Monday was bad but bearable. I saw it coming from the moment I picked her up from playgroup. “I want crackers and cheese!” was screamed at me as soon as she got into the car. Naturally, as the afternoon progressed, so did her moods escalate. But they were manageable.

Yesterday was bad. She didn’t get to nap, played hard in Funky Monkeys so by the end of the afternoon when I left the kids’ house I was feeling sorry for them. And for myself. She napped in the car so I foolishly assumed I was out of the woods. Oh, no…she had kept her best for a last performance. Think banged doors, flung around toys, screaming, nonsensical demands, whining, tears and more whining.  More than I can bear whining. And you know what? She keeps all this “special treatment” for me. As soon as daddy got home she plastered a smile on her not-so-long-ago-scrunched-up-face and said sweetly: “Daddy, let’s play!”

So my conclusion is: no matter what you do as a mum, your kids will never be happy with your choices because kids are primarily concerned with their own comfort and little else. And once you make a choice, you need to learn to live with it and your kid’s almost certain disapproval. Probably find compromises that would make all involved if not happy at least comfortable.

Last weekend I attended a writing course with Mumsnet and the conversation led to the very same subject. I was shocked to hear that women dealt with the same dilemma even 15 years after they had had kids. How disabling had felt for them to face the reality of having a child in a busy man’s world and how restrictive their career choices had felt afterwards. How torn they feel between doing things that fulfil them professionally and keeping the peace in the house. How the expectations to be there for their kids are always placed on them as mums and rarely on their partners. How even women who in the world’s eyes are professionally accomplished and had achieved the perfect family-work balance by either working from home, working less than they could or giving up work completely felt actually that they had failed someone. Either one of their kids, themselves, their spouse…

I couldn’t bother taking her to playgroup today. The very thought of dragging her out of bed, putting up with her whining over her choice of pants and which toy to bring along in the car made me choose the least stressful option. But I am sure there will be some discontentment along the way. I will just have to live with it, I suppose and wait for the waters to settle again…Keep-calm-and-carry-on-scan

At War

Since my last post I had a lot of responses from dear friends regarding my current situation.

Friends who love God encouraged me to persevere through it all and wait for His perfect timing and solutions. Friends who don’t or have forgotten what it means to love Him encouraged me to believe in myself, send good vibes and carry on.

But the best response was from Him(no offence, everybody!). On Sunday morning, during worship time ( if you’re not a Christian or haven’t been in a liberal church before, that’s the time we bellow out to Him, some more aptly than others, trying to forget our pressing situations and focus on His greatness) He spoke to me through an image. A warrior woman, hitting her shield with her sword: “Boom! Boom! Boom!” I could almost hear it. And then came the words: “I haven’t forgotten you. I have been preparing you for war. Worked on you, strengthened you so you can go and attack the enemy’s camp. The warrior you saw? You know what’s she’s doing? Provoking the enemy to fight. No cowering , nor fear any more. Taking back what belongs to Me.”

Last night, I woke up around 2.30 with a feverish child who needed comforting. And Paracetamol. Took her an hour to get comfortable enough to go back to sleep. Then it took me another one to fall asleep myself. Hardly the condition for vivid dreams. But then, I dreamt one of my rare dreams in colour. War. Streets in grey and muted colours of green, the military sort. People fleeing, aimlessly. Military tanks. Young boy warriors kicking about street signs in a sick game of football. Complete anarchy. A sense of panic because in the mass movement I lost my daughter and husband. And a sense of relief as I went back into the church from where I was trying to flee and find them both. Complete clarity and fully coloured vision as I evaluated the situation: we were stranded for an indefinite period of time, with little food and no means of transportation in an unsafe place. But the sense of relief prevailed as I knew that with my loved ones near me I would find the strength to face these things.

Woke up again wondering what the dream meant. I had vivid dreams before, one in which I was trapped in a tight space the night before a big earthquake in Turkey in which many people were buried alive. I thought then that maybe this is my opportunity to pray. For a family somewhere in the world facing war today. A little family which will find strength to fight what’s ahead of them by being together. I hardly feel like a warrior challenging the enemy to war. But I guess I don’t have to feel it, I just AM. He said so!

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Image courtesy of Boston.com.

#21 Days of Gratitude: Intrinsic Value

Today, following a prayer day during which my heart cry has been: “Which is the point of my life,Lord? Where am I supposed to work and how? Why am I supposed to wait humbly when I could be doing so much? How come I am still depending financially on my husband at an age when I should be more than able to share the burden?”, I am grateful.

I am grateful that in God’s eyes I have value. According to Investopedia, intrinsic value is “the actual value of a company or an asset based on an underlying perception of its true value including all aspects of the business, in terms of both tangible and intangible factors.” Meaning, God can see my true worth in my underlying being, in how He has made me be and function. I may well be a burden to my husband or an underachiever in people’s eyes, in God’s eyes in both my tangible and my intangible being, I am valuable!

Just like this washing liquid had value in the teenagers’ eyes who thought of using it in such a creative way :-) , God has the capability to use someone as common as me and you to make the world a more…bubbly place!

#21 Days of Gratitude

I found out about this challenge launched by Inspired by Family Magazine only today so I will post on gratitude until the 21st of November. Or who knows, maybe once I get the hang of it, I will do my own 21 days?

Anyway, this is what I am grateful for today: a God that loves us enough to challenge us out of our comfort zone. We had a meal with friends on Friday night and the conversation that followed reassured me of a few facts:

1. when God takes away our comfort crutches it’s because we have made out of them more than we should have had. These can be different things for different people: a business, a home, financial comfort; not bad in themselves, these things become a hindrance when we become secure in them and not in Him.

2. when God makes you uncomfortable, rejoice. He is growing you up, challenging you to draw near to Him. The outcome will be NOT your comfort restored(as you knew it) but a new comfort in the knowledge that He can pull you through the impossible.

3. when God takes things away from you He will replace them with things He considers you need to have: budgeting wisdom, joy in small things, wise friends and a revelation of the destiny you were created for. I am still waiting on the latter but I rejoice in having small things(like my daughter blowing bubbles in her Starbucks drink below) and wise friends.

I hate Halloween

I know, “hate” is a strong word. I try and avoid it if I can but I have very strong negative emotions regarding the whole concept of Halloween :-)

Maybe if I had been raised in the U.K. I would have had better emotions in regards to it. But I was introduced to it as a grown-up with her head “screwed on” as they say here. Meaning, I see things as an adult and I am not easily bought into a holiday, especially if it involves nonsensical partying, people dressed into monsters and witches and children being greedy for even more unhealthy treats.

What really bothers me about it though is the fact that it robs our children of connecting to the real world and understanding its intricate beauty. To understand about the miracle of having a harvest to reap, in the form of pumpkins and apples and potatoes. To realise there is a Master Mind behind what surrounds them and that they can rely on Him for having food on their table. I think our children need to understand that God made this world to make complete sense, with a sequence of seasons that reflect our lives faithfully:a season of hidden growth is followed by budding shoots, beautiful growth to maturity and then the reaping of crops.

The whole Halloween celebration is about a scary-other world where there are ghosts and wizards and goblins and blood-sucking creatures. A world that makes no sense whatever but in bringing bad dreams and fears. A world I would never want to live in and definitely I would want my young daughter to know nothing of.

I will cherish forever the memories I have of autumn days spent with my granny in her village home, coring apples and baking them in the oven. I remember their sweetness but most of all feeling safe and reassured by her words that all was well with the world because it was still functioning as it had been designed to function and the apples were a proof.

We made chocolate-dipped apples this week with Emma in Funky Monkeys. I hope she will remember not only the sweetness of the chocolate but also the feeling of security of a world as it should be, where apples still grow and daughters are still cherished.

 

Waiting

I associate waiting with bad things.

Waiting for the train unnerves me.

Waiting rooms are a waste of time.

Waiting for hubby past the time he said he would be ready? Annoying!

Waiting for news, a torture.

I have been waiting for a long time for my professional life to kick off. I have been writing about this before, about my feelings of unfulfillment and dissatisfaction. My life is great except for this one thing: my work. I have a great hubby and a beautiful child. My parents are still alive and relatively well for their age. I have travelled the world. I have great friends. But I have no steady work and more aggravating, no life vision and this has started to get to me lately. You see, I am in my 30s and I feel this is the time to work and make a future for myself and my wee one. If I don’t work now, when I have all my capacities, when will I work?? I also feel that I can do so much!! I have studied for so many years.I read the combined contents of at least a library. I have so much knowledge I could put to use. And I am passionate about so many things. Generational and educational issues. Child exploitation. Women issues. Poverty. Illiteracy.

I am also a believer. I believe I was created for a purpose. I believe my life(professional life included) came with a pre-determined plan from above. I believe I am precious in God’s eyes and kingdom and I have a role to play. I believe the passion that thunders in my heart about changing generational patterns and providing meaningful education for children from one-parent families is God-fuelled. I believe the yearning in my heart to educate women with low self-esteem in God’s truth and reality comes from Him as well.

I believe I have been equipped and prepared for a time like this. I am just waiting for Him to make everything click and fall into place in this area of my life as well, just like He has done in all the other areas.Meanwhile, all I can do is pray, hope and wait some more because as Lamentations 3:25 says “The LORD is good to those who wait for Him.”

I will duly inform you when my waiting is over.

International Day of the Girl

I feel very honoured to be part of the very first ever International Day of the Girl.

I heard of International Day of the Girl for the first time this morning. One of my friends on Facebook put up this link for a new website Too Young to Wed and it caught my attention as it had the picture of two eight-year old girls and their 29-year old husbands on its landing page. The subject stirs me every time, as you might already know if you have been following my blog for a while and read my review on a Thousand Splendid Suns and Harmattan.

So when an email came in shortly after from Mumsnet Bloggers regarding the International Day of the Girl I knew I had to tie these two separate events and write a post about girls who don’t have a voice or a choice. I did a bit of research and found a lot on the subject. I would like to mention here the very interesting project of 10×10  “a feature film, Girl Rising, and a social action campaign”as presented on their website and the Because I am a Girl campaign by the Plan that supports investment in girls’education.

I have a nearly three-year old girl. She has dreams already. Dreams of being a ballerina. And a teacher.

And we have dreams and desires for her. Dreams of Emma growing into a sensible and wise woman. We desire her to get into a good nursery, a school with dedicated teachers and later on a grammar school where she is encouraged to learn and reach her full academic potential. We dream of her going to university. We dream of her being loved and cherished by a man who will treat her with reverence and respect. We dream of Emma being happy and fulfilled in every possible way. But above all, we have dreams of her growing up to be what God has designed her to be: a ballerina or a teacher or a social worker and we commit to be here for her and support her whatever her dreams and desires will be.

I am writing on behalf of all the three-year olds whose lives have been set of a tangent they will have little say in choosing. Girls who are perceived as barter goods and sexual objects. Girls whose only precarious knowledge will be in reproduction and raising children while they are still children themselves.  Girls for whom education will be a mythical concept and never a reality. Girls who will be always victims and never victors.  Their reality is not our reality because we were lucky enough to be born in a “civilised” country where human rights are a given, not a chimera, a fanciful mental illusion or fabrication. Our hearts long to feel the fulfilment we were designed to feel when helping our fellow human being yet we live our lives too far removed from a reality that’s only 12 hours away from us by plane. These little girls, these rising generations need our help. What are we going to do about it?

Image courtesy of the Plan.

Parenting with less grace. Remedies

I have been struggling with some of Emma’s behaviour lately. Or maybe not only lately but my reactions have become more dramatic and anything to be proud of. I shout and I smack. There, I said it. I do it in certain circumstances and I thought I might be brave and share them with you just in case other mothers struggle with the same things.

1. My number one trigger is TIREDNESS. Both mine and hers. When we’re both tired and short-fused and when I expect Emma to sleep and she plays up(quite expertly lately, I must add!) I lose it. And it’s not a pretty sight. Remedy: stick to a sleeping routine even if it’s painstakingly difficult to do it. Reinforce your words and actions(thank you, Supernanny!) until the child understands you mean business. Even if that means putting her back into her bed 100 times until she’s dead tired of playing the same boring game. AVOID sleepover with relatives less aware of routine/unwilling/unsupportive.

2. BOREDOM. Yeap, we’re all guilty of it as mothers. I struggle with it especially since I come from a family where my mum worked from when we were six months old and the working values are very deeply engrained in my consciousness. There were no stay-at-home mums in the Communist times and I was was raised programmed to believe a working mum is worthy-er that a non-working mum. Remedy: if you’re a Christian I would recommend a book that totally challenged my perception of motherhood recently. When a Mother Follows Christ, by Katie Hoffman is an eye opener for all of us mums who were raised in non-Christian homes and trying to do the best we can by our children without any role models. Bottom line: align your life with God’s design for your life;if you chose to be a mum, you chose to live a life worthy to be modelled by your children. “True love has right priorities” says the author, referring to the fact that as long as you understand that your children come first to you as a mum(and not yourself) you will have the strength to raise them into sane individuals who know their worth from a very early age. Hoffman warns against “the grass in greener on the other side” mentality and the constant struggle we have as mums to see our job as “worthwhile” while others around us are building more palpable things such as careers, businesses…etc.

3. LACK OF SUPPORT. There are days I feel I am battling it all alone. It was a relief to discover there are other mums honest enough to write about their struggles with the same issues. Just the other days Alissa at Creative with Kids shared a heart-breaking letter from a mum dealing with parenting rage. The response her post got was amazing and put me at ease knowing that I am not alone. Remedy: enrol your husband/partner in supporting you in disciplining the little ones and speak kind words over you when you’re stressed. If he’s not willing/able/present then enrol a friend with whom you can share your struggles and who can encourage you in your weak moments. In the same post someone suggested counselling if you come from a background with a lot of issues. I am all for it as long as you’ve done your research and the counsellor has(again, I am partial, please excuse me) a Christian theology and a LOT of experience.

All in all, remember: you’re a great mum and you’re doing the best you can. When your best is less then what it’s meant to be, take action, seek help and support and rest assured, you’re not alone!! All my respect for all mums out there!!

Your children are yours to raise and your mothering job nothing to demean or take lightly.

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