My Baby, My Love.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
Goop
Dear Gwyneth,
In regard to the Conscientious Uncoupling, I feel badly for you. I really do. That's why I'm writing. Because, you see, it just won't work.
I know it's mostly none of my business. I say "mostly" because we all certainly affect one another. That's why we have road signs with speed limits. That's why so many people juice kale and flax seeds after reading about it in your newsletter.
I don't know the details of your separation, but I'm sure they're painful. I'm sure you're suffering. For this, I'm truly sorry. You and your family are in my prayers.
Many people think my religion, old school Catholicism, is cruel for not allowing divorce. However, I argue that it's truly kind. Because, you see, divorce doesn't exist. Neither does Conscientious Uncoupling.
Look around. Look at all the couples who made vows, babies and then later signed a paper to dissolve it all. Did it work? No. Lives don't unwind once they're one, and we're reminded of it every birthday, graduation, holiday, funeral and wedding. Even doctor's appointments, sporting events and stupid nonsensical non-events like buying a first dollhouse or losing a tooth catch the collateral crap of parents who won't work it out.
For generations.
If there's abuse or infidelity of any kind, please separate. It's your duty.
If you just can't stop fighting, again, separate even for years if you must.
But please don't think signing a paper will uncouple you, or free you to recouple with someone else, conscientiously or not.
It will only breed absurdity, step-relationships (that really suck almost all of the time) and more pain.
Instead of divorce, I kindly suggest you do three things.
First, pray more.
Second, survey your husband. Focus on what he is. And then totally ignore what he is not -- easier said than done, I know. I'm not saying you ignore abuse or infidelity, but I already covered that. Accept the man at face value. Realize that it is only God's grace working through you that will make your husband into whom he's supposed to be (one day). And vice versa.
Third: Be kind(er). If you're at all normal, you save your very worst self for your spouse. So, try not to do that. Instead, be kind. If you're already doing that, be kinder.
Gwyneth, I doubt you'll ever read any of this. But if you or another wife does, please take these thoughts I've gathered in the trenches of my own marriage as the humble offerings of a servant in prayer.
With Warmth, Concern, Care and Admiration,
Sarah
In regard to the Conscientious Uncoupling, I feel badly for you. I really do. That's why I'm writing. Because, you see, it just won't work.
I know it's mostly none of my business. I say "mostly" because we all certainly affect one another. That's why we have road signs with speed limits. That's why so many people juice kale and flax seeds after reading about it in your newsletter.
I don't know the details of your separation, but I'm sure they're painful. I'm sure you're suffering. For this, I'm truly sorry. You and your family are in my prayers.
Many people think my religion, old school Catholicism, is cruel for not allowing divorce. However, I argue that it's truly kind. Because, you see, divorce doesn't exist. Neither does Conscientious Uncoupling.
Look around. Look at all the couples who made vows, babies and then later signed a paper to dissolve it all. Did it work? No. Lives don't unwind once they're one, and we're reminded of it every birthday, graduation, holiday, funeral and wedding. Even doctor's appointments, sporting events and stupid nonsensical non-events like buying a first dollhouse or losing a tooth catch the collateral crap of parents who won't work it out.
For generations.
If there's abuse or infidelity of any kind, please separate. It's your duty.
If you just can't stop fighting, again, separate even for years if you must.
But please don't think signing a paper will uncouple you, or free you to recouple with someone else, conscientiously or not.
It will only breed absurdity, step-relationships (that really suck almost all of the time) and more pain.
Instead of divorce, I kindly suggest you do three things.
First, pray more.
Second, survey your husband. Focus on what he is. And then totally ignore what he is not -- easier said than done, I know. I'm not saying you ignore abuse or infidelity, but I already covered that. Accept the man at face value. Realize that it is only God's grace working through you that will make your husband into whom he's supposed to be (one day). And vice versa.
Third: Be kind(er). If you're at all normal, you save your very worst self for your spouse. So, try not to do that. Instead, be kind. If you're already doing that, be kinder.
Gwyneth, I doubt you'll ever read any of this. But if you or another wife does, please take these thoughts I've gathered in the trenches of my own marriage as the humble offerings of a servant in prayer.
With Warmth, Concern, Care and Admiration,
Sarah
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Friday, March 28, 2014
1! 1! 1!
1! 1! 1!
Yup, this blue-eyed-bandit has breathed fresh air for 365 days.
Strange to think that a year ago today I hardly knew him.
I remember laying in the hospital bed,
in love with a little swirl of fuzz on his forehead.
I traced it again and again with my finger.
I searched for it today to find it gone,
hidden behind a thatch of blonde, big boy locks.
Because time marches on.
Oh my Schmoopie, get that piece of coal out of your mouth!
[Here in coal country, we utilize the local heat source.
And although we swifter and sweep,
Ezra seems to always find a piece on which to teeth.
Blech, I know. But perhaps it's the source of his iron-rich blood!]
Monday, March 24, 2014
She Didn't Remember a Thing Except ...
We finally visited our elderly Godmother who has dementia.
She asked my name every other minute.
She couldn't recall relatives when I showed her pictures.
But she remembered my oldest son, her Godchild with a zesty,
"That's Haven!"
And, oh, that was awesome.
She asked my name every other minute.
She couldn't recall relatives when I showed her pictures.
But she remembered my oldest son, her Godchild with a zesty,
"That's Haven!"
And, oh, that was awesome.
Friday, March 21, 2014
"A Chicken With a Flaming Toot"
This birthday boy turns 6 tomorrow.
He shoved this Lego / Silly Putty creation in my face before I had my first sip of coffee.
"A Chicken With a Flaming Toot!"
Further commentary would only detract from its brilliance.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Elsie Rita: 100 Year's Old & Holding Down Two Jobs!
My husband met this amazing woman today.
She offered him a mint.
Elsie Rita was 3 months old when the above newspaper was printed in 1914. It announced the start of the first World War.
The same woman is working at the high school cafeteria down the road! She's probably serving a heaping plate of shepherd's pie right now!
"I can't sit still," she said.
And she shouldn't.
Today, she's my inspiration!
*I would have preferred to share a photo of her, but I couldn't find one. So watch the above video & enjoy!
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