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At last…the pool is crystal clear. It took two months to get the in-laws pool swim-able. It seemed the day would not come when we could actually swim in it, but after a new pump and filter system, Houston we have a go! So that is where we spent this hot sunny Saturday.
Last summer Isaac discovered that the pool jets doubled as massagers. This is what he had to say about them today:
“Mommy, remember last summer when I thought those bubbles felt good on my privates? Well that is what I am doing right now”. He then gave me the thumbs-up. Lovely. Thankfully we supplied him with fun new pool toys, so he did not spend ALL day with his bubble “friends”.
Does summer get any better than this?
Lucy even swam – (we left
the other one Izzy at home, she does not like the pool)
Another day down – only three more days until we head east! Maybe I will bake something tomorrow, or maybe we will just spend all day swimming.
It has been a while since my last post. I wish I had a wonderful excuse. Sadly, I do not.
I have been busy, but not overly so.
Maybe it is the heat. It has been in the 100s most of this week. We have all moved a little more sluggishly than normal.
Our upcoming trip to Vermont has me distracted with excitement. I have missed my family madly and my two oldest children even more. They will spend the summer out here, in the Midwest, and are looking forward to all of the fun things we have planned. I am looking most forward to seeing their beautiful faces every day, and getting to hug them as many times as I can in the seven weeks they will be here.
When I got married at a young age, and had children, I never thought I would be added to the statistic of the “divorced“. I had dreams and hopes of raising my children in a loving family. Unfortunately this was not to be. Divorce is never a pretty thing, but mine was especially ugly, and after many a battle, we were left torn apart. Not only as a family but also as individuals. My children have always been absolutely wonderful in every sense. They have been through many changes, and somehow always smile through it all. They are brilliantly smart, artistic and well rounded. I could not have asked for more.
I met the wonderful man I am with today, while going through my emotionally and physically draining divorce, and we were blessed with a beautiful little boy.
A second chance at a family. It has never been conventional. Time share between homes for my oldest was not always easy, but we were making it work.
And then two years ago an extremely sad event hit us all like a ton of bricks. My husband’s brother took his own life, and left us all devastated. Since his family was out here, 1700 miles from where we were at the time, we were faced with a very life changing decision. His parents needed him near them during what was surely the hardest year any of them had ever faced. We decided to move to be closer to them for a few years, until we could figure out a better solution for everyone.
As I mentioned my divorce was a very ugly one. My Ex made the kind of money that afforded him a damn good lawyer. And since I had been a stay at home mother, I was basically on my own. Even though my children were my life, and I was the best mother I could be, a judge thought that my Ex was entitled to primary custody. His lawyer put a up a good fight, one that I, alone with no one to help me fight, did not stand a chance against. (I have always felt it came down to money, and the fact that the Judge and Lawyer were “friends” – that is another story for another day). Of course there is much more to this drawn out event in my life, but I have always struggled with the views of others regarding this matter. Because they assume that I MUST have done something to not get full custody. This is not the case.I guess in a way I have been labeled the Taboo Mother.
This was all six years ago. My children adapted much better than I. But we figured out a way to make it work.
I feel as if I am rambling, but wanted to give some background as to why my children did not move out west with us.
We talked about the move with our children for months before it happened. They were ok with what was going to happen. At the time I thought I would be ok, I knew that I would see them every few months. It is not nearly enough. Being a mother is something that has taught me so very much about love. About who I am as a person. I have learned that the only people who love you unconditionally, are the children you are blessed to bring into this world.
Life is rarely what we expect. There are surprises around every bend.
Right now, the twelve days I have to wait to see my babies, feels like a lifetime to me.
note: I changed the title of this post, because evidently “taboo mother” has a very alternative meaning from the one in which I was referring to. (go ahead, google it) 🙂 And I was getting a lot of search hits for this term, and very lewd comments….so a title change was called for.
Every time I make this dish it reminds me of my grandparents. I don’t remember my grandfather cooking very often, but this is one dish he always helped my grandmother make. Eating it always brings me back to our kitchen, where as a little girl, I would sit and watch them work as a team to create this simple yet flavorful meal. It was always made with lots of garlic and a ton of love.
White Wine Clam Sauce – serves 4
1 bulb of garlic, minced
1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil
1/4 cup white wine
13 ounces clams – minced (you can use fresh or canned – if using fresh you will need about 1/3 cup clam juice as well – if using canned do not drain)
4 tablespoons fresh parsley, chopped – or 2 tablespoons dry
Juice from half a lemon
Bring large pot of water to a boil.
In medium saucepan, over medium heat, combine oil, white wine and lemon juice. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and add garlic,clams (and clam juice) and parsley. Simmer for 15 minutes.
While sauce is cooking, cook linguini. (about 8-9 minutes for firm pasta). Drain pasta, and top with clam sauce and freshly grated Parmesan cheese.
I have noticed a few bloggers participating in the Project Marriage and since father’s day is fast approaching I thought I would participate.
We are not the most conventional family, nor did we meet in a conventional way. We have been through more in six years than most will go through in 50 years of marriage. But through all that we have been through; laughter, tears, death, love, birth, and stumbling more than a few times along the way, I would not trade what we have for the world.
His smile lights up the room and my world.
He is silly, stubborn, fun, forgetful, is always running late, makes the best egg burritos in the universe, knows how to fix just about anything, gives the best hugs and makes our kids giggle like no one else can. (He will even go on rides that spin and go in circles,50 times in a row, because he is that kind of dad) We don’t always see eye to eye, and we argue over the silliest things but we always make it a point to say I love you at the end of the day.