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Wordless Wednesday/Gratitude Post

On Sunday we had a wonderful time with my sister and brother-in-law at their home on Lake Geneva.  We had a half birthday party for Jack and enjoyed a ride on their beautiful boat.  We have so much to be grateful for.

A wonderful family who loves us and who wants to include us in their lives;

The ability to take time for leisure and enjoyment;

Security, in multiple senses of the word.

And this.  I love them so much:

“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” – Thornton Wilder

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Is two too young to be outside alone?

As I type this, my eyes keep darting outdoors, watching for a little pair of legs in camo shorts and a bright orange t-shirt playing happily in our back yard.

Our two year old is playing outside.  By himself.   Has anyone picked up the phone to dial CPS yet?

I’m not far from him.  I face the French doors that are open into our backyard.  Through the screen I can hear every “clack clack” of his Thomas the Tank Engine against the concrete walkway.  I can hear his giggles as he chases our chickens.  I can hear his breathless excitement as he runs back and forth between the yard and the door.  If I was to hear a cry, a fall, or worse – silence, I could be outside and to his side instantly.

I type a sentence or two, look up to check on him, and resume typing.  He’s alone, but he isn’t alone.

Occasionally, he checks in.  ”Mommy?  You see Percy?” he asks, looking for one of his favorite trains.  He opens the door and enters, rummages through the toybox I just straightened out and emerges victorious, Percy in hand.  He goes back outside, closing the door behind him, yelling “Bye, Mommy.  Love you!”

Our yard is fenced in, but thanks to a storm last summer the gate has broken which leaves the backyard open to our shared driveway.   It isn’t a high traffic area by any means, but nevertheless I’m certain to keep a close eye.  But we are still separated by that a barrier that is maybe more emotional than anything:  I’m indoors, and my son is playing outdoors.  He’s outdoors by himself.

He checks in again.  This time, a stubbed toe needs a kiss – bare feet rule the day, and sometimes bare feet get an owie.  I kiss, and he proclaims his foot “all better.”  He grabs another train and heads back outside, this time to play with the chickens.

I think back to Beth Anne’s piece on Babble about how she let her Harrison play alone in their completely fenced in yard as she watches from her kitchen.   The comments poured in – some called her abusive, some neglectful.  After all, her son was only two.  And he was alone in the yard.

“Hi chickens!  Hi!”  I take a few moments to watch two chubby bare legs run after a Buff Orpington.  He nearly catches her, and a fit of giggles crescendos over her furious clucking.  Abusive?  Neglectful?  Really?  I don’t see it.

I see a little boy who is learning to be secure in his world.

I see a little boy exploring, feeling the earth beneath his feet and the grass under his toes.

I see a little boy who knows that mommy and home are just a few feet away so he can – and does – check in often.

I see a little boy playing independently, making up play talk with his trains, with the dirt and the rocks.  With the chickens.

I see a little boy marveling a robin that just landed by the garden.

I hear giggles.  I hear a little song.  I hear a happy voice.

I see a little mind expanding, lessons being learned.  I see our bond, secure and strong as always.

I know he’ll have his whole life to be apart from me, to be independent and outside of mama’s watchful reach.  I know that the days of my little snugglebug who wants nothing more than to cuddle with mommy will be gone before I know it.  I’m not letting him play “alone” because I need time away from him, or because I have something more important to do.  It is a deliberate and intentional decision.  Giving him this independence doesn’t mean I’m throwing away our precious time together.  I think this kind of play – in the limited quantities that he enjoys it in – is enriching.  It is important.

Readers, what are your thoughts?  Too young?  What would/did/will you do with your own children?

 

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Wordless Wednesday: Oh My Deer

Our trip to the Wisconsin Dells included a trip to the Wisconsin Deer Park.  I was totally skeptical at first, but within moments I was very, very impressed with this place.  Just look at this:

The deer actually approach you, looking for treats.

Jack was very impressed, too.  I can’t blame him.  It isn’t every day you get a close encounter with some deer.

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Carnival of Natural Parenting: Embracing the Hospital Birth Experience

 

Welcome to the June 2012 Carnival of Natural Parenting: Embracing Your Birth Experience

This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Code Name: Mama and Hobo Mama. This month our participants have written about at least one part of their birth experience that they can hold up and cherish.

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**A version of this post was previously featured on the Natural Parents Network.  I rewrote it in part for this month’s Carnival of Natural Parenting.**

I had a hard time envisioning the birth experience before my son was born.  Despite my crunchy tendencies and aversion to medical intervention, we opted for a hospital birth at our wonderful local hospital.  While I took some great prenatal yoga classes at a local birthing center, I was not ready to opt for the med-free birthing center experience.  For us, the hospital birth was the right choice and it is one that I’d choose again if we had another child.

I completely credit our positive birth experience to having a wonderful hospital, one with excellent policies, including respect for a woman’s ability to birth her child.

I will be the first to admit that I had a very special hospital birth experience.  My labor was induced (my water had broken before work, and I worked a full day with no contractions or even any real awareness of what was going on.  It was only after I came home from work that my husband convinced me that we needed to see the doctor), but I never felt pressured.  I was never told that my labor wasn’t progressing fast enough.  I wasn’t pressured to stay in bed.  I wasn’t given a timeline or told that my body wasn’t working properly.  I was simply given the opportunity to let my body do its work.

I was encouraged to walk around, labor in the jacuzzi tub, stand, sit, or do whatever was comfortable for me.  I was given free reign of a television with DVD player, CD player, and I had my laptop with wireless Internet connection to keep me distracted in early labor.  No one tethered me to my bed or even tried to keep me in my room.  And my room?  It was amazing.  I gave birth in a large, private room that we remained in for our entire stay.  We had control of the lighting, the temperature and the sound.

I did get an epidural, but it was at my own request, and I never felt pressured to request it.  I was advised that it was available, and then the ball was in my court.  The hospital and its staff gave me all the right things to make my birth experience truly my birth experience.  I was in labor through the night, and on Christmas Eve morning, even though I wasn’t progressing much my husband predicted that our son would be there in time for lunch.  And he was right!

We had White Christmas playing on a loop, and as Bing Crosby was singing our son entered the world.  He was immediately laid on my chest – a moment I will never forget.  There was no whisking him away to be weighed out of my view.  There was no separation.  Even during the few moments that his vital stats were taken, they were done mere feet from me under his daddy’s watchful eye, and they were done only when I was ready to let him leave my arms for a moment.

Most encouragingly, the doctors and nurses assumed that I would be breastfeeding.  There was no mention made of formula or bottles.  Instead, lactation consultants were sent to my room three times during our brief hospital stay (and were available on-call at all other times).  I was given literature on breastfeeding, I was told how I could reach the lactation consultants after we were sent home, and I was encouraged to participate in the wonderful breastfeeding mothers group that met at the hospital under the guidance of a lactation consultant.  I was given all the right tools for the job.

I look back on Jack’s birth very fondly.  Of course there were plenty of gruesome details – birth ain’t pretty – but the overall experience was more than I could have asked for.  Even though a hospital birth is a pretty far cry from what most people associate with “natural parenting,” it was absolutely the right choice for us.

 

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(This list will be live and updated by afternoon June 12 with all the carnival links.)

 

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I Love This Town

There are often times that I lament our decision to love in the city.  While we do have our chickens and a fairly sizeable garden, I think this family was really meant for farm life.

And then summer gets into full swing around here, and I remember why I love this place.

We live about two blocks from downtown Waukesha, which has a traditional main street lined with small shops, restaurants, and art galleries.  Lots and lots of art galleries. I couldn’t name all of my favorites, but the ones that immediately come to mind are the fair trade shop Plowshare Center, a wonderful coffee place called the Steaming Cup which features amazing food, great drinks, and fun live acts weekly.  There are a few tattoo places, a great chocolatier called Allo Chocolat, and even a new cupcake shop (cupcakier?) that I can’t wait to try.   Downtown is right on the Fox River, so the beautiful riverwalk is a great place to ride a bike, go for a run, or just people watch.

And then there’s the art.  A few times a year Waukesha holds an art crawl, plus a yearly art festival.  And then every so often, there’s something really special, like the Waukesha Guitar Town project.

Waukesha really, really wants everyone to know that Les Paul was born here.  There are signs proclaiming it, like, everywhere.  This summer, ten oversized Gibson Les Paul guitar models have been displayed around downtown, with seventeen more playable Gibsons located in some of the local businesses.  It is pretty cool.  This morning, Jack and I got on our bike to do the Tour de Guitartown trying to locate all of the guitars.  It was a fun, fun morning for us.  I’ll let the pictures do the rest of the talking here.

Ready to go on our bike!

This is the first one we found. It looks like a stove top. I like it.

Jack found this one in front of the museum.Jack found this one in front of the museum.

 

This one is my favorite. Guitar greats.

I like the colors in this one.

We missed a few of the ourdoor ones, so we’ll have to make another trip.

Local?  Come check it out – it is well worth the trip.  More information available at the Guitartown website.

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