Wow, so it’s been awhile. Pregnancy has made me so very tired that my priorities have been Kalvin, cooking dinners, resting, and trying to keep some order in this house of ours. (Major fail at that last item on the list.)
Oh yeah, I’ve also been canning from our overly productive garden. This is my first time canning, and it’s been such a lengthy process due to my lack of knowing anything and having to read directions over and over again to get things just right. Salsa was my number one thing to can, but then I gave up canning and just started freezing it in those cute little ball jars. I did 34 pints and then realized that freezing it, though it keeps a great fresh flavor, changes the consistency. It was a huge disappointment to open a too-watery jar of salsa. But I still ate the whole jar in one day and drank the watery contents at the end. So it can’t be that bad. ;) But if I do any more this year, I will go back to canning vs. freezing.
Over-productive gardens are great unless you are eight months pregnant. Then you’re like, “Really?! More tomatoes?” What the heck am I going to do with all these expletive expletive tomatoes!? (Canning is the only viable option. Though I have given quite a few away, I have to say that I am a selfish gardener. Once I put in the work, I feel that I want to reap the benefits of my labor and keep them mostly to myself.) Selfish, yes. But gardening can be a lot of work! All that weeding and watering…
Anyway– Kalvin and I, and sometimes Kyle too, have had the greatest summer of all first summers. I know it’s not technically his first summer, but it is our first summer where we’ve really been able to DO stuff. And WHAT A GREAT SUMMER IT HAS BEEN!! I just can’t believe it’s almost over. When we got pregnant (in February), November seemed like forever away. And here we are, in mid-September, and summer is winding down. I’m starting to think of fall activities. Pumpkin patches, Halloween costumes, apple cider. And how I just want to cherish my super cool only child for as long as I can before we are so blessed with the arrival of baby number two.
It’s just that Kalvin is SO COOL these days!! He is starting to talk and communicate way more. He is fearless and is up for mostly any adventure that you present him. (Not to say he won’t hesitate. I say he’s fearless, but he is not stupid.) He analyzes and takes a moment to take in the situation and to figure things out. He looks and thinks before he leaps. And then my, oh my, does he leap!
I know I say it frequently. But I’m CONFIDENT that Kalvin was hand picked especially for us. He is the right amount of wild and the right amount of sweet. His kisses melt my heart, especially the slobbery ones. However it came to be that I’m the lucky one that gets to be his mama is beyond me. But how fortunate I am to be the one! The one who wakes with him in the morning and takes him on adventures! The one he calls for, “Mom! Mom!” when he wants something. (Usually my attention.) The one who he wants to read him books and explain the whole wide world to him. Gah. Heart melt.
I feel like for so long I struggled with my sense of purpose. I was on a desperate search for who I was and who I wanted to be. And really, can I say this without it sounding totally cliche?, I think my purpose was to be a mom! And not just any mom, but the best dang mom. (Not to say that I’m the best mom, oh no. Oh, no, no. I am not saying that AT ALL.) But the kind of mom that pours herself into the work of motherhood. The exploring, the adventures, the discovering of the world. The games, the crafts, the skill building. Someone has to facilitate that for a child. And I feel so lucky that I get to be the one to do that with my kid(s). I want my kid to be equipped with the skills he needs. And how cool to be the one to teach him! I’m still so proud when he learns something new and I’m the one who helped teach him!
I try not to take it for granted. I still wake up in the morning and thank the good Lord for giving me this opportunity. I hope hope with my whole heart that we are able to continue the stay at home motherhood gig.
Okay. Enough for now. It’s Saturday morning and I’ve got coffee to drink and a Bountiful Basket to pick up!