Five Minute Friday....Motherhood Should Come With...

I have been really enjoying Gypsy Mama's prompts for Five Minute Friday. Below are the rules...

Flex your fingers, and let’s play Five Minute Friday.

Where we throw caution (editing, revising, and worrying) to the winds and just write. Without wondering if it’s just right or not.

For five minutes flat. The rules are easy.

1. Write your heart out for five minutes and show us what you’ve got.
2. Tell your readers you’re linking up here and invite them to play along.
3. And most importantly, go visit, read, and encourage the fellow five-minuter who linked up right before you

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My biggest problem is that I often forget to check on Friday and don't get around to writing until Saturday. So, I have written a few six minute Saturday entries. This week has been extremely busy and by Friday my brain was not up for reading any Five Minute Friday entries let alone writing one. Today is Tuesday. I finally got around to reading and catching up. The prompt was, "Motherhood should come with...." How do I pass that one up? I simply can't. So here I sit and will attempt a two minute Tuesday. Two minutes is fast so it will simply be a stream of consciousness/brainstorming list of whatever pops into my head. At 10:53 on a Tuesday morning in India, here I go.......

Motherhood should come with........

-- a handbook.

-- a box of band aids.

-- foresight.

-- hindsight.

-- eyes in the back of your head.

-- a way to freeze time in those fabulous moments.

-- a reminder to appreciate each moment be they good or bad.

-- the realization that not one single mom knows exactly what she is doing and not one of us is perfect.

-- thankfulness for the wonderful little beings that God has given us to raise and honor Him with each step along the way.

Wow....two minutes goes fast.

Five minute Friday...done on a Tuesday...On The Hard Love

From Gypsy Mama's blog....

Want to take five minutes with me and see which ones bubble to the surface?

Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how we do it:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing or tweaking.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my right side bar}

3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard. {And if you love us, consider turning off word verification for the day to make it easier for folks to leave you some encouragement}

It’s a great way to exhale at the end of a beautiful week.

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Here I go.....

Hard Love for me...ugh....it's loving my girls when I am tired, grouchy, hungry, and/or all of the above. It's when I snap at them more because of my emotions and feelings than anything they have said or done. I look at this photo and think how could it ever be hard to love these two. AND...it's not hard. I love them every minute of every day, waking and sleeping. I love them so much that sometimes it hurts. I am so thankful that God blessed us with two such amazing, wonderful children to care for and be part of our family.

The other side of Hard Love for me is when I need to discipline them for their own good. When it is time to be the bad guy or the "mean mama" as they call me. Putting them in time-out for hitting one another and hearing them sob with tears in their little corners saying, "Mama, will you just hold me?" This is the hardest part of loving them for me to be consistent with even though I know it is one of the most important parts. I know in the long run they will be better women for having a disciplined childhood, learning right from wrong, and being aware of consequences. I go to bed almost every night praying for guidance and strength on knowing when to be tough and when to be soft with them.

Times up......think I need to go hug those beautiful girls.

Easter Eggs

Not much needs to be said to accompany these photos. Dyeing Easter eggs....so much fun. No matter where we have lived, we pack a couple of the wonderful Paas egg decorating kits. It is one of those family tradition moments that travels with us.

Love the way the concentrate so much on not breaking the eggs and getting just the right color. This year Rachel experimented with mixing colors and ended up with a couple brownish eggs. It was a good lesson for her on complimentary colors and what can be mixed with what.

They let Mama do one egg this year. I have a feeling next year they won't even want me in the room.

Easter Dresses

For those of you who know my oldest, this will not be a surprise. Her favorite part of Easter is the dresses. This year I bought them simple cotton every day dresses. Beautiful but nothing fancy. By Friday, Rachel was upset but had accepted that there would be no new, fancy, glittery dress for Sunday.

Bring on Saturday, we stop at a local mall to get new sneakers for Rachel. (side note: I have never seen a child's feet grow so fast. It's only been two months and time for new shoes.) We walked in the store looking for shoes and ta-da.....there they were. Rachel looked up at her father with pleading eyes and said, "Daddy, please can we try them on." He tried to look stern, but I could see the sparkle in his eyes when he said, "Yes, you may try them on, but I'm not promising we will buy one."

On the way to church, two happy little girls all dressed up in their finest for Easter. Thanks, Daddy :)

Rachel looking so grown up. Where did the time go?

Rebekah in what she calls her butterfly princess dress.

At Easter brunch, Rebekah's school, Intellitots, ran the kids corner with games, songs, a kid type buffet, and an Easter egg hunt.

Best friends...Rachel, Thien-Mai, and Jessica. Not sure how Bekah got her mug in this one.

waiting in India

Driving in India is something I never want to do. I am extremely glad that we have a careful and conscientious driver to get us from point A to point B....and all the in between spots. Nemlal also adores our children, plays hide and seek with Rebekah every day before school,

brings in the groceries, opens doors, runs errands, stays with work men while they are in our apartment, negotiates and bargains at markets for me,

and waits. Waiting is probably one of the biggest parts of his day. He waits while I am at Rachel's school, while I am doing the grocery shopping, and while I am in meetings or at Hindi class. He waits for my husband when he is working late, he waits for Rachel while she is at ballet, and he waits, holding the door, while I talk to a friend I just happened to run into. With all this waiting, I would think he would get irritated and annoyed with our family. But, just the opposite, he is always calm, soft spoken, and one of the most patient men I know. We are very thankful to have found our laid back, waiting Nemlal.

PS...thanks to Cindy and Rusty for passing him on to us :)

Five Minute Friday...On Distance

When perusing what Tai Tai Johnson had to say today on her amazing blog, I found this challenge from Gypsy Mama (http://thegypsymama.com/2011/04/five-minute-friday-on-distance/) to link up with other bloggers and write for five minutes. That's it, just write for five minutes flat. Stream of consciousness, no editing style. She will give the prompt each week. This week's prompt....On Distance.

Clock says 12:59 am....here goes.....

Since graduating high school, I've always lived away from my family. College, jobs, marriage, husband's job, and so on have taken me to ten different locations in the past 20 years. This time the distance seems so much farther than it ever did before. I miss my family while at the same time love where we live right now. Yes, I said it, I really like living in India. I wish someone would finally perfect the time travel thingy so I could go back and forth from the US to India quicker, easier, faster, and without jet lag.

I am so looking forward to being in the US this summer and not having any distance between my family and myself. I can't wait to catch up with my sister, mom, and in-laws. I am so thankful we have the amazing family that we do. No matter how many times we move, no matter how far away we go, no matter how long between conversations....we love each other with all we have and the distance melts as soon as we are together again.

Ooops....it's now 1:05 so I guess this is six minute Friday.

Will try to stick to the rules better next week. But, if you know me, then you know I have always had a little bit of the rule breaker in me.

Chandigarh Rock Garden

From Wikipedia

The Rock Garden of Chandigarh is a sculpture garden in, Chandigarh India, also known as Nek Chand's Rock Garden after its founder, Nek Chankd, a government official who started the garden secretly in his spare time in 1957.

It was discovered by the authorities in 1975, by which time it had grown into a 12-acre (49,000 m²) complex of interlinked courtyards, each filled with hundreds of pottery-covered concrete sculptures of dancers, musicians, and animals. The authorities took over, and the garden was inaugurated as a public space in 1976. It is presently run by the Rock Garden Society.

The Rock Garden is still made out of recycled materials. It is situated near Sukhna Lake. It consists of man-made interlinked waterfalls and many other sculptures that have been made of scrap & other kinds of wastes (bottles, glasses, bangles, tiles, ceramic pots, sinks, electrical waste, etc) which are placed in walled paths.

I guess I need to go back in 60 years so I can get in for free.

Even the above trees and roots are made from rocks.

These swings were the highlight of the day for the girls.

There are over a hundred figures made out of old, broken, and discarded bangles.