Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
The kids knew Mommy's car got fixed. Friday night Mark was out with friends. I put the kids to bed and we said prayers. Out of the blue, Dean brought up Grandma Marlys. He began to ask about her accident.
Dean - "Mama, what happened to Grandma Marlys?"
Me - "She died in a car accident Dean."
Dean - "Like your car accident Mama."
Me - "No, not like my car accident."
Dean - "Did an ambulance come?"
Me - "Yes Dean. There was an ambulance."
Dean - "Did a policeman come?"
Me - "Yes. A policeman came."
Dean - "Did a firetruck come?"
Me - "Dean, I really don't know. I wasn't there."
Dean - "Why didn't the ambulance save her."
Me - "They tried Dean, but they couldn't fix her."
Dean - "Why didn't the policeman help her?"
Me - "They tried Dean."
Dean - "Was there a stop light?"
Me - "No Dean, it wasn't at a stop light."
Dean - "Did they take her to the hospital?"
Me - "Yes, but she died before she got to the hospital."
Dean - "Oh. Okay then."
All the while, Marly is simply listening, and learning.There were kisses, and the conversation was over.
The next day, we were heading to an kid's mini art class in Plymouth. An ambulance came by in the opposite lane. The sirens were on. The lights were flashing.
Dean - "MOM! An ambulance!"
Me - "Yes Dean."
Dean - "Mom, do you think there was an accident like with Grandma Marlys?"
Me - "Dean, I REALLY hope not. I hope the person who needs the ambulance is just hurt."
Dean - "Okay Mommy. You be careful not to get in an accident."
Nearly 11 years after my mom's death, all this seems like simple reality.
Dean's Friday night questions did not produce a stream of tears, just welled up eyes, and a few moments of reflection.
I am glad my children have question about their Grandma Marlys. Questions mean memories. Memories mean we will not forget.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
This year, I changed my mindset, and changed my mood. I loved my day. It started on Saturday, when I ran errands by myself. I went to Costco, and also needed to go to the grocery store. In between, there was a detour to Hot Mama. I picked up the bright blue maxi dress I had been eyeing on line for weeks. I wore it all weekend and it made me happy.
Sunday Mark ran the Susan G Komen 5K for Caribou. He slipped out early. I stayed in bed, and watched some HGTV. On my own time, I got up and started preparing my quiches and salad for the lunch we were hosting for Nana Chris, my Dad, and my Aunt Toots. Again, hosting lunch was my pick for the day. (Mark's mom was having lunch with Kelly, otherwise I would have surely wanted her to be with us!)
The kids were darlings and slept until 9 AM, so I had plenty of time to enjoy the quiet house. When they did get up, I let them play outside in their jammies. They were happy and I was smiling as I set our table for lunch. (Ohh... notice the photo above. My little darlings stole two of the Arthur Court napkin rings before Mark could get a photo.)
When Mark arrived back home, he had a medium 1/2 caf latte in hand for me. I didn't chance him thinking of this on his own, although he probably would have. I called and ASKED sweetly for my fix. He was glad to oblige. He also had a fun token gift for me from the kids.
Our guests arrived. I served the traditional Betty Crocker 1973 quiche Lorraine recipe, and a leek and Gruyere cheese quiche. (The second pick was bland.) I also made a chicken salad with apples, basil, peanuts and a lime and rice vinegar dressing. We served Costco butter criossants. Of course there was champagne. Again, the menu was all my own. Things that would please me.
Afterwards, Mark handled the clean up with out even a prodding look from his happy wife. Our guests talked, laughed, cuddled Marly and Dean, and relaxed.
Later, all the Thomberg's settled in for a nap, and then Mark took our yearly mommy and me photos.
Here are a few notable things I haven't already mentioned that made for a truly lovely day (both material and from the heart).
- My kids telling me "I love you Mommy!" without being solicited. They do this every day, not just on Mother's Day.
- Being able to host my Aunt Toots to lunch on Mother's Day. Her on own girls were busy with their daughter's, so I got the privilege of honoring my aunt. It meant a lot to me. I was ecstatic when she accepted my invitation.
- Actually, I feel good when I can attempt to make other mom's feel special on Mother's Day, most surely including Nana Chris. Not having my own mom here makes me want to give to other women.
- The Pandora beads Marly and Dean picked for me for my charm bracelet. This year and last, Nana Chris has taken the kids shopping for these little trinkets. I LOVE IT. I love that Chris is so thoughtful. I love that the kids pick. I love that the Twinner's love their "secret" gift.
- I think the tableclothe in the photo above was my dad's mother's. I never refer to Marion Melberg as my grandmother because she died when my dad was just a boy. If my Aunt Carol checks in, she would be able to confirm this....
Anyway, I hope all the mom's out there found their own special way to love their day too.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Staff write a question, 'Bou customers chalk their answers.
Current Question, "What is your Dream Job?"
Before my medium 1/2 caf latte was up, I had my answer.
For a few brief moments I thought about the careers I have been intrigued by over the years, but never pursued.
Mortician (yes, for real), Genetic Councilor, Pastor, Barista at Caribou
But in reality, it took only moments to acknowledge my own truth.
I landed my dream job four years ago.
I posted my answer in capital letters with purple chalk.
It turns out the pay isn't great, the 401K match is non-existent, and there are no sick days offered, but the BONUS's....Oh my are they awesome!
Monday, May 2, 2011
While eating, Pastor Nancy stopped by our table. Pastor Nancy is our lead pastor. She was there when we began attending over 4 years ago, before the birth of Marly and Dean. She baptized our children. She often blesses the Twinner's when they walk up with us for communion on Sunday's. She is a 40 something blond woman.
Pastor Nancy came to ask me if I would join the stewardship committee for the campaign year ahead. I was not surprised she asked. She knows I fund raise as a profession, and she has seen me volunteer in other capacities at church. While at the table, she briefly described the demographics of the committee. I inquired about when we would meet. Naturally, I enthusiastically agreed to serve.
Pastor Nancy moved on. Marly looked at me, then looked at Mark, then said,
"Why was Jesus talking to Mommy????"
Mark replied with a smirk,
"Did you see Jesus beside Pastor Nancy?"
Marly was quiet as we both chuckled, and tried to make light of the situation.
We are not sure where we have went awry here! We attend church regularly. The kids go to Sunday School. We pray at dinner and at bedtime. We just made Ressurection Rolls last Saturday, and celebrated EASTER.
And yet somehow....Marly thinks Jesus is a blond female pastor living in suburbia!
Time to read some stories from that Bible picture book we got recently.