kelly lorraine caldwell | a working mother mind in a stay-at-home mom life

Various unedited thoughts

September 4, 2010 • LIFE, MISCELLANY,

1 – Saw Eat Pray Love. It was bad, but not intolerable [like, say, Le Divorce was]. I understood most of the changes, bc after all, you had to simplify the number of new characters and give the whole thing a bit more of a focused plotline and you couldn’t necessarily stay in her head w a movie like you can w a memoir. My BIGGEST gripe though, was that Tutsi got married and that she was the focus of Liz’s ‘Gita love in said arranged marriage – essentially Liz could pray better by focusing on hoping that Tutsi would be happy in a marriage that she didn’t want to be in. TOTALLY hypocritical seeing as the whole precipitating factor to the book is that Liz “didn’t want to be married anymore”. NO WAY. =P

2- Reading “Sweater Quest: My Year of Knitting Dangerously” by Adrienne Martini. Have to urge to knit or otherwise craft. But also trying to simplify life as a whole. Very interesting counter emotions. We’ll see where we end up at the end of the great life purging. Other thoughts:

New favorite word: abecedarium [a picture book of letters, where each letter has an object that represents it included in the design].

“Have you heard that Buddhist thing about the teacups? There’s the teacup that has a little crack in it, so that when you pour tea in it, the tea just goes right out. And then there’s the teacup that’s already full, so you pour tea and it just overflows. Then there’s the teacup that’s turned over. The best teacup – or student- is the empty cup.” p.130

I am fascinated [or upset maybe] about the Church’s idea that only within the Church can you have “real” community, bc it supposedly only comes through fellowship w Christ. But time and again I see that you have so many different people groups, interest groups, whatever [knitting groups is where this came from this time] who spend inordinate amounts of time together [in person or nowadays virtually -- which is a rant for another time], and who take full, true, and overwhelmingly LOVING interest in each other – willing to open up their home on a moment’s notice, as if to family, willing to drop everything and anything for a crisis, or even something less dire. I rarely rarely RARELY see that IN the Church body. And that is a super-major-sad indictment on Christianity as a whole. Jesus himself even said that priorities are to love God and love your neighbor, not all the other crap we’ve turned it into – not even four steps or a simple prayer. Dude, WHERE is the love?

I wonder if I am a knitting “grown-up” bc I realize that acrylic yarn is gross [in the same way that I no longer drool over 100% polyester clothing] – unfortunately, it’s more my budget range [and the polyester clothing is so washing-machine and dryer friendly!].

“The Internet is like that. There is this huge community whether you want it or not. You can’t sign on for part of it. If you want the pleasure of being able to say ‘Where do you think I should put this button?’ then you also have to put up with the fact that once you’ve decided, hundreds of people are still going to tell you your button is wrong. You have to learn how to take that the same way you learn how to take your mother’s pants advice.” -Stephanie Pearl-McPhee on p.173

“It’s like the argument, ‘Is knitting art or is knitting craft?’ For me, it’s the same terrible, wishy-washy answer. It’s both. It depends on how you’re doing it. If you buy a pattern and buy the yarn the pattern suggests and knit it in the color suggested, you’re executing someone else’s directions, no matter how much joy you do it with; that’s craft. That’s execution. THe definition of art for human beings is that it is self-expression. SO the minute you say, ‘I think this would be better in pink,’ or the minute that you say, ‘I think the sleeves should be a bit shorter,’ the minute that who you are begins to influenece what that thing is, now it’s art.” – Stephanie on p.180

3 – Don’t know WHAT to do w technology. I’m completely disenchanted w this blogging thing. Between feeling like I should be fixing the damn comments code, that I need to edit the ten or so posts I started that are in my queue that are incomplete and utter drivel and thus unfit for public consumption, that I have to post pics of the baby, that I should be writing more regularly, that I should update my studio site or pursue more clients. I also need to break my addiction to FB. – In any case, I *think* I need to break from the grid – a whole heckuva lot. BUT I acknowledge that that world is “online”. And I’m GOOD at the whole techy coding, designing, writing surfing kind of thing. So along w some of the other simplification questions, and self-ponderance, is whether or not the technology, the blog, the studio, are really truly good and right and supposed to be, or whether it’s just the wide road/gate that’s easier and where everyone else is, but might just be utterly wrong and sad. We’ll see.

Work is work

August 27, 2010 • FAMILY, LIFE, WORK

I helped out for a few days at my old job this week. I think I have a newfound appreciation for being a SAHM [stay-at-home mom] now. It’s probably a combination of the actual job/environment I worked in with my overanxious get-it-done NOW personality, but the extreme frantic pace of my working-mother life is totally stressful. I DON’T miss trying to get the kids going in the morning, and then out the door, and after being exhausted from work, shlepping the kids back home in time to figure out and cook dinner, convince everyone to actually eat it – and quickly! – bc there are still baths and bedtimes to handle. And then having to do it all over again another day. And another. I suspect it is much easier for planners, but unfortunately, that is just not my makeup.

I guess that while I don’t feel like I’m doing anything right or well at home, and as much as I often want to throw the kids out the window bc they are grating on my very last nerve, there is something very nice about the flexibility our “schedule” affords. Granted I say this before the school year starts. We’ll see if my tune changes next week…

T-minus thirteen months?

August 17, 2010 • ABOUT ME, LIFE, ,

So I seem to be on an interesting path to self-discovery, which is somewhat appropo/useful, as I am thirteen months away from the big three-o, an obvious [albeit relatively arbitrary] milestone into “adulthood”. I’m glad it is still a bit off in the distance, as I think this process is certainly underway, but not in any big rush.

Recently, I was struck by the stunning realization that I am NOT my innate tendencies. I collect accumulate all sorts of “useful” detritus. As a crafter and an artist, I typically justify all these bits and pieces as something I *could* use or possibly something I *might* need. And I absolutely could/might. BUT not only does having all this STUFF cause me undue stress [one - bc of the clutter and the need to organize it all and two - bc then I have the sword hanging over my head of all these uncompleted, if even started, projects] but it may actually hinder my true talent: off-the-cuff problem-solving creativity. Example: perhaps I will need to collage something but maybe in the future I won’t be able to afford to go to the craft store to buy materials. I most certainly have the make-it-work attitude to use whatever means I DO have – dollar store materials, thrift store finds, old clothes, old newspapers, cereal boxes, whatever. In fact I probably thrive in the unusual circumstances. And so… a massive cleaning project [physical, mental, and emotional] is underway.

“To become a success at what they did, they had to shed some part of their own identity.” Outliers, by Malcolm Gladwell, p.266

Tricky to navigate, either way

August 9, 2010 • FAMILY, LIFE, ,

My son said that he “set up an optical course” today. One would assume he meant OBSTACLE course, but w this kid, you never know…

The genetics of bodily functions

July 19, 2010 • ABOUT ME, LIFE

Warning – this post may be TMI for the non-mom reader.

I’ve been wondering why my kids’ earwax looks like a totally different consistency than mine does. I figured it was just kid wax vs adult wax. I was wrong. Did you know that there are actually two different kinds of earwax? One is a dominant kind/trait and the other is recessive. Turns out I have recessive “dry earwax.” My kids, thanks to my dominant hubby, have the mainstream classic “wet earwax.” The things you learn in motherhood…