Monday, August 31, 2009

Mirror, Mirror

My poor old body. Tonight I had the rare opportunity to take a bath. Yesterday while rushing around like an exhausted zombie I tried to impale my thigh on our front gate. Seriously, I first felt the shock of hitting it and then in my confused state I kept going forward into the protruding metal bars. I don’t know, maybe I was hoping if I hit again I might win the second time. But I definitely lost. Then hurrying to clean the wound and get into bed I taped on an inferior cloth bandage and called it good enough. This evening it was predictably “glued” to the gash necessitating a long soak and proving that while haste makes waste, haste + exhaustion makes pain.

Painful origins of the bath aside, I really enjoyed the soak and lived it up with a bit of Epsom salt poured in. It’d been quite a day, quite a week, quite a month, quite a year. So much has happened. So much of it good. So much of it just-what-happens-to-people-when-they’re-alive. But I digress (and when don’t I), to concentrate on today, when I stepped out of the bath and looked in the mirror I was shocked. Who was that mess of a woman and how come she was taking up my reflection?

Then I remembered, oh yes, that’s me. That’s what I look like now. Not that I was expecting to see twenty-something Lisa: effortlessly size six, naturally long blond hair, and blue eyes unhidden by glasses (which I believe is the legal definition of pretty—wish I’d appreciated it more then), but neither did I expect the wreck of a human that wearily chuckled and sighed back at me.

My lovely bruise, glowing purple and red above my knee, was nothing compared to the lines of stretch marks that shone on my legs and torso in rippling waves. Sadly, there is plenty of flesh for those marks to illuminate.
Nor could my bruise compete with that strange crater that my poor belly button has become. My pitiable navel has been living the life of fugitive for the last ten years. It keeps going into hiding, lost at the end of a massive growth, only to resurface, wider and worse for the wear, 9 months later.
And perhaps it is the 45 months of pregnancy that is responsible for my stature, but I just didn’t seem to be as tall as I once was. Is that possible? Or maybe it was just my posture, perhaps I was stooped from the pain and annoyance of that monthly visitor I am entertaining. Which then indicates that I’m no longer nursing and therefore the one-two? things I didn’t mind looking large now just hung there.
And to top it all off, my eye make up, which I hadn’t removed yet, was smudged from the crying I done earlier at a funeral for David’s mentor who was taken too soon by a -hard, early life in the Chinese coal mines and nicotine. Altogether, I looked something like a large, wet raccoon drug in by the dogs.

“Oh yikes,” was all I could think. “Oh yikes, what happened to you Lisa? Who did this? And why?” It was a very depressing moment for me and my reflection, standing there facing the naked truth. Then grace, sweet grace, came and I recalled, through no effort of my own (after all, all my efforts were engaged in suppressing laughter and tears at that lady in the mirror) the Parable of the Talents.

Suddenly I understood that my body was exactly what I wanted it to be, perhaps minus the bruise. And to answer my questions: Life happened. I did this to me. And because I want to live that life to it’s fullest and for the purpose that it was given.

As that long ago twenty-something I thought that the talents in the parable meant abilities like playing the piano, manipulating a soccer ball, or even befriending people. It never struck me to take it farther to the most obvious gift that our Heavenly Father has bestowed. So, with renewed vigor I take on the challenges of this life. I will not bury my body in the gym or hide it in the kitchen. I will strengthen it, feed it right, use it to bless others, and keep it until it is completely worn out and ready to hear the words “well done thou good and faithful servant.”

Sunday, August 30, 2009

2009 Summer Birthdays

Taran's Cake
He decorated this "Candy Cake" with some help from his siblings.

Emma's cake

She wanted a butterfly.

Lisa's stroganoff cake

David made his own recipe cake with his own recipe frosting. Honestly it looked like stroganoff, but it tasted great.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

One Week Before the 1st Day of Kindergarten

Enoch gave himself a haircut.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Martin Quote

Taran [Informatively to his mother]: It’s weird how rubber bands work, if you want to hit your brothers, you have to aim away from your brothers.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Our Neighbor, Fireman Joe

The Minneapolis Fire Department, Station 7 came to visit the kids in our nieghborhood.


The kids were invited inside the truck and given a ride around the block

--with the lights on!



Minneapolis' finest, with Corcoran's cutest.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Stripe-itty Green



Emma put together these outfits and designed this photo shoot. Willa obliged.

Calvin is spelled B. O. Y.


The sound effects are:







Was 'dat Aahh-shome?







Sunday, August 16, 2009

Birthday Brunch

For my tenth birthday I went the American Girl Bistro in the Mall of America with my mom and Genna.


Ready to go inside!


Smiles all around!


Hey! Why did you take a picture!?


Mommy said that the view made her sick.


I got a card with a bag of M&Ms and nail polish from Genna.

Posted by Emma

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Martin Quote

Enoch: I want an apple.
Calvin: I want an apple.
Enoch: [Upset] Calvin, you always want the things that I want.
Calvin: Yeah, me too.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Just Chillin'


Good seat, good eats.