When you have a weekend combining, wet walks, newt finds, lady slipper searching whats not to like? Memorial weekend was a roaring success in our family. Lots of books were read, wood were roamed through and amazing food was eaten.
We stayed up on my husband’s family cabin up on the shores of Lake Superior. This cabin has been a huge part of Artie and mines married life. The first few months when I was getting to know his family, before there was any talk of a ring, we all dug together as a family one long wet day through red clay trying to get electricity ran to the cabin. There was the hair raising experience of putting up 10ft windows on the front of the house to over look the lake before the deck was there ( read dangerous drop below), running lots electricity and sweeping lots dust all while this cabin was built. Though there is now carpet on the floor, bedrooms with walls some things remain constant at the cabin: my mother-in-law will always make amazing food, my sister-in-law will always be cranky in the morning till 10 am, there is always a project, and there is always time.
Its amazing what a weekend away there does for our family. We sleep hard there, coming back ready to face normal life. Kids sleep in the car, so there are always life discussions between adults on the ride. Nature is absorbed and utilized in the coming days , through play, work and thought.
But the cabin always seems to echo: When there is family, there is time.
What did you do for Memorial Weekend?
I am not all natural, I am not earthy, not even warm all the time, I am not all accepting, all-forgiving and sometimes I am really not good at being a mom at all, but the thing that keeps me going through all of it is sarcasm. Things tumble off my lips, my best hope is that they aren’t hurtful only a way of seeing the situation in a less serious light. I often see raised eyebrows, when I tell my kids , pick it up brush it off all little dirt is good for you. When I go , Yeah they will grow out of that. (eyeroll) My kids though love me, I have no doubt of that, at times they even appreciate my so called innappropriate sarcasm.
It seems that we are afraid to let our kids see sarcasm, that they will somehow be harmed if not everything in their life is sincere and heartfelt. For me sarcasm was a life saver as a kid. I moved a lot, sarcasm gave me tool, a tool to relate to others, a tool to show my humor, and yes in some cases to shrug off the hurt.
So I am owning it, I am a Sarcastic Mother, Loud and Proud. (So when I say things/ draw things on my blog. please here the sarcastic voice intended.)
And in honor of the dawning of a new day…