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December 7, 2017
by Maralee
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Giveaway from Belle Sew Cute! *CLOSED*

I’m so excited introduce to you my friend Jennifer and her business Belle Sew Cute! I’ll give you the short story on how to enter our giveaway for a $25 credit at her etsy store (just in time for Christmas shopping!) and then tell you a little more about Jennifer.

To enter the giveaway:

-Comment on this post with what you might pick from BelleSewCute’s etsy store: hooded towel, book pillow, or dress.

-Go “like” Belle Sew Cute on Facebook and comment that A Musing Maralee sent you (this needs to be on her share of my post or I need to be tagged so I can see it).

I love using these giveaways to introduce you to people and businesses that are a pleasure to work with. Jennifer is such a great example of that. She is just one of the most cheerful people I know and I feel like that comes across even in the work she does. If you want to know what kind of person Jennifer is, just recently she gave me a bunch of handmade dresses to give to foster families for their little girls. She didn’t ask to see their reactions, she didn’t attach a business card, she didn’t ask for any kind of update on how that process went. So many times I tell people that whatever it is you’re good at or are passionate about, you can use that to benefit foster kids. Jennifer’s act of kindness was such a perfect example of how she used her gifts for foster kids without asking for anything in return. (And she definitely didn’t know I was going to tell this story about her.)

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December 5, 2017
by Maralee
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Here’s to You, Trauma Grandparents

We see you, Trauma Grandparents. We know this hasn’t been easy. But you’ve handled it like a champ. You didn’t choose this life. You didn’t have to go through the classes, the licensing, the home study process, but here you are—a valuable member of our family team and a hugely influential person in the life of a child who came with his own history.

We know you had misgivings about this at first. You worried for us—for our safety, for your other grandkids, for our family reputation. You wondered if we were strong enough to handle this and if you would love them the way you love your other grandkids. You just weren’t sure about all this. But you were willing to learn.

It’s  been a learning process for all of us over the years. Each child has had their own struggles and we’ve had to learn their individual needs and quirks. We’ve had to be flexible and willing to change plans when this child needed it. We’ve also had to be rigid when it comes to schedules and routines so this child will feel safe. You haven’t always understood why we’ve had to do what we’ve had to do, but you were open to figuring it out with us.

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December 4, 2017
by Maralee
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A Life in Status- May #1, 2017

Me: Time to go see some memorials!
Danny: I can’t wait!
#notsarcastic #nerd #lovehim #BradleystakeDC

(gazing out over the Potomac)
Carrie: This water stinky. It smell like somebody fart in the bath. I think the geese been farting in this huge, huge bath.
#keepingitclassy

Me: What was your favorite thing that we saw today?
Teddy (2): Lincoln.
Me: The Lincoln Memorial! Wasn’t that amazing! He was SO BIG.
Teddy: He angry, Mom? He angry at me.
#giantLincolnsarekindofscary#maybeyoushouldnthavebeenrunningandthenhewouldnthavebeenangry#BradleystakeDC

 

Joel: We’re going to see the Washing Machine?
#soclose #WashingtonMonument

Thank you to whoever suggested we eat at the Museum of the American Indian! That was one of the highlights of the trip so far.
#BradleystakeDC #welovefrybread

Me: What was your favorite thing today? The dinosaur bones? The stuffed lion? When we ate the fry bread? The airplane museum? When we played on the grass in front of the capital?
Teddy (2): That squirrel. It runned away.
#easilyamused#drove20hourshejustwantstoseethesamestuffwehaveathome

Me:. . . And what was your favorite thing?
Joel: Buying the souvenirs!
#BradleystakeDC #amazingmuseums #theylovethegiftshops

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November 29, 2017
by Maralee
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When Santa is Kind of a Jerk to Your Kids

I am by and large a “live and let live” kind of parent. You do what works for you, Moms. But today I’m just feeling fed up with the whole Santa game and the Santa-infused nonsense this time of year brings. For some reason it seems like each year it’s getting more and more complicated to try and keep up the Santa rouse. More is expected of parents as far as elaborate “storytelling” (I’m looking at you, Elf on the Shelf), more money is shelled out, more awkward conversations happening in the homes of nonbelievers as we try and prep our kids for how to walk the weird line of not lying to their friends while also not giving it away.

This year the newest trend seems to be “apology letters” from Santa. I’m not joking. Can’t find the exact toy your child requested? Obviously you can’t just tell them that, you now need to create a fictional response from Santa to appease your child. As much as that level of parental lying and child entitlement irritates me, I also understand it. How else do you explain to your kid that they weren’t “good enough” to get what they asked for? What kind of crushing blow is it to wake up Christmas morning and feel like not only did you not get the toy you were hoping for, but it’s your own fault for not being a good enough kid. No wonder parents are creating these apology notes, because what is the other alternative? Letting your kid believe if they would have just made their bed a few extra mornings maybe then the Elf would have told Santa that you were good enough for a Hatchimal?

The parents with money (but no Hatchimal) are learning what parents who financially struggle have always known—Santa can sure seem like a jerk. When you tell your kids they are rewarded based on their behavior, can we be surprised when kids wonder why wealthy kids are always morally superior to poor kids? What lessons are we reinforcing about privilege and entitlement when certain kids continue to get blessed and others continue to get the lump of coal in spite of their best efforts at good behavior?

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November 27, 2017
by Maralee
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You Need Matt Christmas (invite a friend to your family Christmas)

We are planning our third annual Matt Christmas and it’s just about our favorite day of the year. What is Matt Christmas, you ask? It’s that wonderful time of year when you ask your friend Matt to join your family in your Christmas shenanigans. And it is delightful.

We were in a small group with Matt though our church a couple years ago and it casually came up that he wasn’t sure he’d be “home” for Christmas. We said we’d be happy for him to join us. He mentioned how awkward it can be to be involved in someone else’s family Christmas celebration when you clearly aren’t part of their family and traditions. We explained that our big family Christmas celebration happened on Christmas Eve, so he could come hang out with us on Christmas Day when we’d just be spending the day in our pajamas, doing puzzles, playing boardgames, watching a movie (“While You Were Sleeping” if I get to pick) and eating hot dogs. Matt Christmas was born.

It really is one of my favorite days of the year. It’s great to have another adult around for the day, the kids love having him come and there are no expectations of perfection. After all the hustle of the holidays, it’s been a delight to spend a low-key day of just being together. In the over-scheduled chaos, Matt Christmas is a breath of fresh air.

We did not go out seeking someone to spend Christmas with our family. It was entirely providential that Matt needed a place to go and we needed a Matt. I am not an especially hospitable person and I don’t love entertaining. I had never really considered asking someone to join us for Christmas because that felt outside of my comfort zone and what’s the point of Christmas if not for me to be comfortable. . . okay, so that’s obviously not a good attitude, but I feel like that’s where a lot of us land. This day is one we set aside to celebrate our family and our traditions. Inviting someone in feels like a big imposition.

I want to make an impassioned plea here for you to think about the lonely at Christmas. Those who are too far from home, who have dysfunctional families they shouldn’t go visit, who can’t afford the trip, or don’t really have families of their own. I’d like to tell you they need a place they feel welcomed and you have a warm, loving home you could share with them for this day dedicated to family and celebrating. But I feel weird saying those things because they make it sound like sharing a holiday with someone you care about is a good deed you do out of pity or niceness. That’s just not how it is for our family.

It could be that God would nudge your heart toward inviting in someone difficult. It could be that this is a sacrifice your family makes to be obedient. That can be a beautiful thing to do and I trust that God will reward it. But what if inviting in someone just added to the joy and fun of the holiday?

Certainly there are people that are a struggle to love or have in your home. There are ways this could be unhealthy if you don’t have an appropriate understanding of boundaries or if your kids feel unsafe or unstable with a parade of strangers in their home. That’s not what I’m advocating for here. What we’ve experienced is just the delight of creating new traditions with friends who feel like family. It isn’t a sacrifice. It’s not hard. It’s a blessing to our family.

We don’t know how many more Matt Christmases we’ll get to have. His circumstances could change. We’re thankful for each year we’ve been able to have him. It could be that if he’s no longer able to spend the day with us, we’re able to find a new friend to share in the tradition. Matt Christmas may evolve over the years into whatever it needs to be for the one who needs it. I think what we’re mostly learning is that we need it and enjoy it as much as the one we invite in.

If you’re interested in having your own Matt Christmas (or Sarah Christmas, Zach Christmas, Erin Christmas, etc.), here are a couple things to ask yourself:

-Is this person a safe addition to our family for the day?

-What are our expectations and what are their expectations? Are those things compatible?

-What extra prep will this take? Can I do it with joy?

-Are our kids onboard with this?

If you’re at a point in your life where you’re comfortable extending an open invitation to anybody and everybody who needs a place, go for it. That isn’t our current situation, so we walk through these questions and make sure this is a good thing both for the specific person we’re inviting and for our family.

This year, as we pulled the stockings out, we found the one we use for Matt on Christmas morning. It’s a cheesy Santa one we like to fill with an orange and candy and a lego set and some other random fun thing. Not because Matt needs it or has asked for it, but because it brings us joy to do it and because our kids feel it’s only fair—if everyone else has a stocking, why not Matt?

This has been a beautiful side effect of opening our home to a friend. Our kids see this as normal. They see it as “fair” when we treat someone outside our family the same way we treat our family. We didn’t necessarily anticipate that kind of welcoming attitude from our kids, but I think that’s what happens when you normalize hospitality—when it feels less like a chore or imposition and more like a delight. It turns out true hospitality may be less about fancy napkins and spotless baseboards and much more about cheesy Santa stockings and board games. That’s a kind of hospitality we’re all equipped to provide.

I’d love to hear if you have similar Christmas traditions! Let me know in the comments.

November 24, 2017
by Maralee
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A Life in Status- April #3, 2017

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8 year-old got out of bed with a pressing question: Does The Baby have an imagination because I’ve never seen him use it.
#stallinglevelexpert

Danny (8): I like how this house has a spider staircase. No. . . it’s not spider. SPIRAL.
#whentheygetoldenoughtocorrecttheirsoclose

I was almost out of my usual hair product, so I borrowed my daughter’s and now I’ve pretty much looked like a wet cocker spaniel all day.
#bothhavecurls #NOTTHESAMEKINDOFCURLS

Joel (5): Mom, we saw an Easter bunny in the backyard and we chased the Easter bunny. But you don’t want to catch an Easter bunny. They might have rabies.
#hethinksallbunniesareEasterbunnies

My child thinks the Ed Sheeran song (that he hears on the bus) says, “I’m in love with somebody.” I think I like his version better.
#morethanabody

Last night was one of those nights where you’re supervising toddler bath times and giving advice about appropriate boundaries at prom.
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November 23, 2017
by Maralee
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Infertility Changes You

I remember a family Thanksgiving when we all went around the circle saying one thing we were thankful for. My mind was spinning, frantically searching for something to say that would cover up the pain of the one thing I couldn’t say. I wanted a baby. I wanted to be thankful for the gift of motherhood. Instead, I was childless again, begging God that this would be the last Thanksgiving I wouldn’t be able to be thankful for a child. I remember firmly believing that if I could just have a child I would never stop being thankful.

I’m tempted to look back at that version of me and tell her she’s being naive. Motherhood will be hard. You’ll always be thankful for your kids, but this thing will be a struggle like you’ve never experienced before. You will have moments where you won’t feel thankful at all.

But it’s just not true.

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Infertility changes you. I think it fundamentally changes how you view motherhood and children. Even as a mother of six kids (4 adopted, 2 bios) who has experienced pregnancy four times, the dull ache of infertility is something I can easily remember. It feels like a ghost that haunts my memories. I see it in the pictures we took during those infertile days—trying so hard to “enjoy” our childless years. I remember it when I look at the Christmas ornaments we bought during those years, wishing we were buying a “Baby’s First Christmas” ornament instead.

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November 21, 2017
by Maralee
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I’m the Kind of Mom who Ruins Special Moments

A year or two ago at Women’s Bible Study we were talking about why we love the holidays. It was a discussion question we went around the circle answering. Something like, “What’s your favorite part about the holiday season?” I heard woman after woman describe the magic of Christmas and how they love creating these prefect moments for their children to enjoy— an afternoon of hot chocolate and cutting out snowflakes, perfectly wrapped presents and a fire in the fireplace Christmas morning, watching “Elf” and eating endless candy, driving around to see Christmas lights in their pajamas with special homemade goodies, baking plates of cookies for the neighbors. . . they went on and on about the precious, sentimental moments and how much they enjoy sharing them as a family.

And that’s when it struck me.

I’m a Moment Ruiner.

Just talking about those Special Moments made me feel anxious. I hate them. I avoid them. I dread them.

I have no crafting skills, minimal baking skills, and I don’t notice or remember things I think you have to notice and remember to be a good Special Moments Mom. I can’t remember what “traditions” we started last year. I have no idea if they liked that movie about the Christmas train or if they found it terrifying. I forgot to buy more cocoa. I’m forever out of tape, which is surprisingly necessary for good gift wrapping. I hate the excess of packaging things. I always MEAN to buy more Christmas decorations for next year when everything is on sale after Christmas, but by then I’m just so relieved the holiday is over, I can’t bring myself to shop.

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November 17, 2017
by Maralee
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A Life in Status- April #2, 2017

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“. . . So maybe if someone is giving you a hundred million reasons to walk away, then maybe it’s time to put up healthy boundaries and go. At some point you have to stop looking for the reason to stay.”
#lecturesIimaginegivingLadyGaga #toooldforpopmusic

Well, after several false starts and missteps (missing an ingredient! not enough time! that pan is dirty!) I am officially the guy who brings a bag of chips to a potluck.
#hatebeingthatguy #shameshameIknowyourname #longday

The toddler got woken up by thunder and was sure it was, “scary car outside.”
#soclose #makessense

Me:. . . So if something bad happened to you and you needed to tell an adult, name me five adults you trust, not counting Mom and Dad.
Danny: Mrs. Peterson, Mrs. Anderson, Miss Chei, Grandma and. . . the lady who brings a dog to church. I can’t remember her name, but she brings a dog?
#priorities #hetrustsdogpeople #therapydogatchurch

Daughter: Mom, did you know that when a baby shark is born, his mom just swims away? That’s why they’re so mean. They don’t have a mom to teach them how to love.
#andthenshestartedcrying #bigfeels #adoptivefamilyconversations#gladIgettobehermom

I think it’s adorable that as a generation of moms who grew up watching Mr. Rogers, we’ve all kind of adopted his wardrobe choices. #CardiganAndSneakers

(during my exercise class)
Joel: MOM.
Me: Hey, I don’t want to talk right now. We’re trying to dance.
Joel: But I really need to know why I haven’t been baptized yet.
#priorities #howtomakeMomstopdancing

The Baby’s favorite superhero is The Splash. #soclose #TheFlash#lighteningboltmeansrainmeanspuddlesmeanssplash

I have found the best way to not stress out about the kids trampling my new iris plants is to just stop watching them trample my iris plants.
#ifIdidntseeititdidnthappen #protip

My real life. It’s okay to laugh:

(while in the car I gave a really thorough yet age-appropriate speech about how we can have a relationship with God because of what Jesus did for us (based on some questions Joel was asking), took a deep breath)
Me:. . . So, does that make sense to you?
Joel (5): Yeah.
Me: Do you think you want to pray to God about all that? I can help you if you want.
Joel: I already did it.
Me: What? You did? When?
Joel: While you were still talking.
#guesIwentalittlelong #talkingwhiledriving

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November 16, 2017
by Maralee
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Losing a Job. Finding my Worth.

Yesterday I mopped my floors. I read a few books to my preschoolers before their nap. I had a lengthy phone call with a friend in crisis. These are not remarkable moments, but they felt heavy with meaning.

The day before yesterday, I lost one of my jobs.

Like many women right now, I am a “work from home” mom. I have multiple jobs that I love that also help provide for my family. I find identity and meaning in my work and love being able to use my skills and education while still being home with my kids. But there are sacrifices and trade-offs. I was sad to realize it had been months since I’d taken the time to sit with my kids and read them that pre nap story. I’m a little ashamed of how long it had been since I mopped something other than spilled milk or jelly spots. The struggles and needs of people I love had begun to feel like impositions.

I’ve been running at a frantic pace that is unsustainable, but also seems totally normal when I look at the other women I know. We are all The Amazing Plate Spinning Lady, never letting one drop to the ground, always in full make-up, driven by a mix of adrenaline and duty. We can do what we’ve committed to doing, but if you try to throw one more plate into our act, it will all come crashing down. And be prepared for the rage and shame breakdown that will follow.

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