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21 December 2009

Bright Yule Blessings

We had Christmas pudding for breakfast. Well why not? It's the sugar/wheat free one too, and I only used one egg in this and it rose a LOT so I think it probably would be fine just with baking powder though a bit less rich. Any vegans wanting to test out a vegan version for me? ;)Already found our log, though we still haven't decorated it (too many things to do so far and an unwanted interruption already too)!So much excitement! It is a beautiful crisp day, and I won't let our celebrations be ruined by the LEA. The more I ponder on the wheel of the year and meditate on this great living clockwork, the more at peace I feel with my inability to control the intricacies of daily life. Today, before I was rudely shaken out of it, I felt such a great moment of clarity and peace with this moment, this short perfect day. And whatever God has waiting for me in the seasons that follow.

We went for another walk to get a lot of sticks and pine cones (and alder cones) to paint silver for the table. I'm enjoying today after all. And planning a lovely big casserole with cracked wheat and all the remains of this week's veg box. There is always joy to be found, if you know where to look.Plus, just after our visitor left, a parcel arrived from Myriad with Christmas presents from my in-laws and my dad... And that has a remarkable power to restore my sense of the magic of life and the wonders of the universe.

Solstice Book Sharing

Winter Tale, by Robert Sabuda.
Yes, it has been said often, but it really is magical paper engineering ART, and if you only ever own one pop-up book it should be this one.

LEA visit - a vent

We have just (read JUST, during breakfast, with all the children semi-dressed for an outing and me nursing the baby and grit on the floor and toys everywhere) had our first contact with the LEA - IN MY LIVING ROOM! THE BLASTED CHEEKY WOMAN WAS IN MY LIVING ROOM!!

Yes, I have since informed well meaning hubby that they have no right of entry and that he could have asked her to write a letter.

The blasted cheek. "It's education welfare, I need to come in and have a word with you about Jenna." :o :o Grr...

Also, she told us that they "hear about these things in several ways" - what, so someone has reported us for homeschooling?? I nearly pressed her to reveal how she came to be visiting us, but on the whole it seemed wise to just get it over with and get her out asap. I only just decided NOT to engage with the LEA, precisely because of potential unwanted visits like this in the wake of the Badman review.

She is personal friends with Mr Badman, and resented my opposition to the recommendations (rather than being heartened that I'd heard of it and was actively involved with recognised homeschooling movements ie I was ACTUALLY educating otherwise rather than just not bothering). We were also read the riot act about if she found anything wrong (!) and school attendance orders (!) and her being there as an advocate for the children (!!!) so you will be quite proud of me for not throwing her out.

Or maybe that would have been a better way to go.

That tongue biting episode is over but apparently we WILL be getting a visit from a teacher to talk about appropriate provision and what we ought to be doing with Jenna at her age. Yeah right, if anyone else turns up without first having cleared it with me and demonstrated themselves considerably more pleasant than the first person, they will NOT be meeting my children. How DARE they?

They've disrupted our Yule preparations, turned up on a flippin School holiday ANYWAY, come in under false pretenses as far as I can see, not to mention how insulted I feel by the stupid inane conversation and the nodding and smiling at total misrepresentation of the legal facts... OK I pointed out the untruths once or twice but she just nodded earnestly and said, "I DO see what you're saying, and I agree, but you see, I have to be an advocate for the children"...

Right, that has ruined MY day. :(

19 December 2009

Keeping warm!

Yesterday, when we weren't turning the children into icicles...We shopped at Croots for our last bits of Christmas dinner, had a fantastic chille for lunch with Em and Chris, and then the older girls went out with Martin for a while (and came back with chocolate, which is being saved for making real hot chocolate next time we take a winter walk). We started some more paper lanterns, and did more glittering of paper trees. Other ordinary marvelous events include stories, cosy blankets, family art time, and a wonderful parcel came from Gina (how utterly gorgeous everything is, you know us so well - as you can see, Jenna co-opted the scarf immediately for our disastrous walk)!Today I have made felt "paper" chains, more Christmas pudding, and glittery bath bombs. We also dried some orange slices for the (blissfully overdecorated) tree.Tomorrow, fudge and bath melts!

All parents are attached?

Yeah yeah, more philosophy with mama. ;) Today, something that I am having a hard time with when it comes up (as it has done a few times this week, oddly). The thread of reasoning is tangled as always, but here goes. Unravel with me.

The question usually comes after I have explained my theory (well, it isn't just my theory, it's widely held, but I ramble about it a lot so I'm claiming it for today) that Attachment Parenting is primarily differentiated from anything else by the attitude it holds about relationships. Then the question (oops, sorry, did I loose you all to the long and incoherent and very old post there?) comes up that if AP is a good attitude whether, since all parents love their children and are attached to them, they are not all AP?

Another yes-and-also-no moment. Well, yes. All parents love their children (can we discount those that deliberately harm as out of the running for role models here?) and all parents are attached to their children. But also, there are scientific criteria for behavior in relationships that defines that partnering as attached or detached. Science! Uhoh, probably about to lose some readers who understand it better than me and know I'm blagging half of the science, and others who don't care what science says about good relationships. ;)

Hey, wait, wasn't I talking about attitude being more important than behavior, because everyone lives out their ideals differently?

Right, scientific criteria. Well, those criteria don't propose to tell you what is in the parent's head or heart - in fact, nobody is equipped to say that for sure, probably not even the parent. The behaviors don't tell us the whole story, but they do tell us something. They tell us what the CHILD hears/sees/learns, not just about parenting methods, but about all human relationships. The behaviors tell us what the child is learning about LOVE.

So, from the point of view of us becoming better parents, the attitude is everything. To our children, the attitude and what we show them about attitudes to other people, what we teach them about caring, those are immeasurably important. I'm not entirely correcting myself here ;) though I'm sounding a trifle contradictory... The attitude can't be the whole story, because our children listen with their whole bodies, and they don't always experience the love we are sending out.

It seems obvious now I think about it, but as has famously been pointed out, trees are known by their fruit.

How much more true is that for babies, who have no possible way of comprehending our motivations (which, to be fair, can be pretty incomprehensible at the best of times)? You may be showing love to your newborn baby by working all hours to provide home comforts, but how can a baby perceive that as love? That isn't a judgment on it, simply an obvious fact - the baby cannot HELP but see that as a detachment. And if that is the case, the only way to stay attached, the only way to demonstrate love (if we cannot dispense with the working arrangement) is to give extra care to that relationship and not willingly compromise any other possible gift of ourselves that we can give.

We may be, in a cultural norm that has only disturbed me for half of my parenting journey, try to give love to our babies by rocking them in the buggy making shushing noises (while the baby makes increasingly frustrated "pick me up" noises). This is a parent trying to give love to their baby, not in any way consciously detaching or trying to override what the baby is asking for. This parent is loving, and feels attached to their baby. But does the baby know that?

That is partly to do with attitude, sometimes, but also frequently a lack of knowledge of what babies need and what is biologically appropriate for them.

Love is not always what we think it ought to be. It isn't always a gift of time, attention, or affection, by a means that feels comfortable (or socially normal). In order to make our love meaningful to our children and allow our relationship with them to remain simply normal, we need to question the ways in which we show that love. Even the ways in which, as an AP community, we assume that every baby will find meaningful.

Can I accept the challenge to look at This Child, Here and Now? Can I really know how to be meaningfully present and consistently loving, in their personal language? I have to, because there isn't any other way now I know that I'm not listening, haven't always let myself fully listen.

So I'm starting to see Attachment Parenting, not just as the way that I react to, feel about, see my children. It isn't, either, just a set of things I ought to do to be more attached. It is a giving and receiving of love, a relearning of relationships.

18 December 2009

Very tired

Made a MAJOR lapse in judgment today and took children out in the bitter cold many miles from anywhere with no busfare or phone. Thirty seconds on they all start crying and saying it was tooo cooold (in spite of four layers, gloves, hats, scarves, everything) and another thirty seconds later Morgan announces that she has done a wee in her wellies.

More on this another time, when it has stopped being distressing and started being funny. She managed half a mile in wet wellies by the way, and almost turned into a little toddler icicle, before Martin came to pick us up in the car mercifully early (and also mercifully alert enough to spot us trudging towards him through the frozen long grass along the side of the road).

Also today, Dad's group party (loud but largely a non-event for me, as not being a Dad I wasn't invited). I stayed home and cuddled the baby, curled up on the sofa as warm as two happy nursing bodies sharing a blanket can be.

The only other thing of note I have to say before I collapse somewhere is that if you have TV or use the computer to access it, go watch the dancing on BBC Four. I've missed watching performances like this SO MUCH since college. I must start dancing again. It's like meditation. Or prayer.

17 December 2009

The Jesse Tree

This is one of the things we've been working on this advent, a Jesse Tree. We decided to keep it simple as it's the first time I've tried this. Next year I think I'll pick my own symbols and do the tree differently - I'm thinking of little clay pieces for each day/story, hanging on a wire tree, rather than this paper version I came up with last minute!Anyhow, the point is to go through the symbols of the Jesse Tree during advent, one Bible character a day. It tells the story from creation to the birth of Christ, through people in Jesus' Biblical family tree (plus a handful of prophets, for good measure). The form of the tree and the symbols for on it are a tradition e few hundred years old, but all of the original versions in Churches were destroyed as graven images by the Protestant revolution. Sad. :(
We are enjoying it, surprisingly remembering a lot more than we thought we did, and looking at our faith from a different perspective. It's odd, to have gone so many years not thinking of people in the Bible as actual people, with real feelings, motives, dreams. Strangely humbling but uplifting to see them as, well, normal.

16 December 2009

Variations on a theme...

Baby mine, making towers of bricks. Unbelievable! She also has the best way of knocking them down when the ever obliging sisters step in to help - she takes the towers down carefully, one brick at a time. So sweet and lovely, seeing them play like this.Things haven't been that great today in many ways, although the children aren't sick any more Martin is now not doing too well. Plus, to keep me entertained, the little one went on a nursing strike. Last night she didn't nurse at all, only woke and cuddled closer, so I was puzzled but not worried. However this morning when she was crying but not latching, I did start to get a bit panicky. In the end I just got skin to skin and stayed there, willing myself calm, until she could fall asleep on me and I could latch her in her sleep. From mid-afternoon she has been totally back to normal. Phew!

I have to keep telling myself at the moment, when things don't go to plan and when they do, that it isn't my job to control everything. I may never know what today was about, perhaps I'm not supposed to. But it was what it was, and I responded as best I could, and it isn't a test I passed or failed - just a something that I lived, and accepted. I also got pooped on this afternoon, which makes it as news because I've only changed two or three wet nappies in the last fortnight. The rational me protests, I didn't DO anything, it just HAPPENED, but it is so nice when the just-somethings are ones that make life easier and sweeter and more sociable. I'm not protesting, either the miss or the weeks of no misses. It is all just part and parcel of living together.

Perhaps I am getting better at just letting go and letting be after all.

Sparkly playdoh, made for Jenna and Jack at the weekend, pressed into the service of making more mince pies (Jenna got into the swing of cutting out the pastry so much she wanted to do more and alas I was out of flour)!What better food for a house of poorly littles? The first is Jenna's favorite, ANY version of a smooth carrot soup (she prefers carrot and pumpkin/squash, but ate three bowls of this carrot and cauliflower)! The second is tonight's offering, entirely child-made - chunky creamy vegetable soup. I love that the pieces of celery are all odd shapes and sizes. It seems like such a gift of love when I see them working at a meal, side by side at the counter with intent expressions and AMAZING knife awareness!Inspecting baubles. Yes, we are feeling much better!Making lanterns.The mince pies. Jenna, who doesn't like mince pies, ate two. I count that as praise indeed.Jenna did this earlier today, the CUTEST home-ed log for her sisters. Can you decipher what the tinies have been learning about, in the opinion of their older sister? Rowan's is first (that's "milk" and "carrots" she is studying by the way) with Morgan's below and to the left (that's a tick for being in her seat during the register ;) followed by "money from doing our shop", a pen for "colouring pretty pictures", and the last symbol is "playing with her birthday balloons")!

15 December 2009

Post-weekend notes

Poorly little ones, and assorted quiet pictures... My baby, just snuggling and nursing away the day.
This ridiculous cat has found a new way to get in if I shut her out while I'm cooking!Morgan playing quietly on her own.Mince pies in the making.Jenna in her bunk bed, recovering in her own quiet way. The cat is asleep on her feet here, too.More Morgan! I love how she chats to herself all the time now. :) These dollies are having a birthday party "acause my birthday came here las week!"

Belated Booksharing - First Snow

I know, well loved by many! Kim Lewis is amazing. :)

A Weekend

Kim, Jack, and Luke came to stay. We had mayhem and chaos, fun, chocolate, a houseful of people, blissful sleep, a lot of laughter, babies underfoot, and at least one broken toy (mended swiftly with a spot of glue, you'll be pleased to know).We went visiting too, having all decided that in no way were we getting up in time for the Christingle service at Church, we went with a DIY approach. And a lot more chaos, mayhem, and fun.Em and I have a running joke about educational outcomes. Em was working as a TA until Connor's arrival, and reading through the goals set for the tinies under her care there was one aim that stuck out. They should, officially, "experience awe and wonder." Yup, I can go with that. Here are our little crowd, fulfilling important educational criteria.Is that not Awe and Wonder? :)Of course, as always, we have sent our friends home ill. Somehow we always manage to give them something. (Sorry Lukey! Sorry Kim!) Ten minutes before they went home, Rowan threw up EVERYWHERE (we were in a toy shop, and she sicked right into a big pile of expensive sparkly paper gift bags - the shop owner ran to get a towel and started trying to clean the *baby*, I am so touched and humbled by such kindness). Jenna is now poorly too, bless her, and won't let us cuddle her "in case I make you sick". :(

Other news for the day, mincemeat for yummy home made mince pies is all ready to go! Also, we finally got to the post (well, Martin did) so people expecting things will be blaming Royal Mail henceforth if said items don't arrive. And I have nearly (so nearly) finished making those last Christmas presents. :)