my parents have been married 33 years today. the above photo was taken sometime during their first year of marriage. my father, who also blogs, has dedicated the month of december to writing daily about peace. below is what he posted for today, a bit for my […]
my parents have been married 33 years today. the above photo was taken sometime during their first year of marriage. my father, who also blogs, has dedicated the month of december to writing daily about peace. below is what he posted for today, a bit for my mother.
33 years ago today my life took a great bounce. At that time I professed my love for Marcie to be the equivalent of playing three basketball games. She didn’t understand it, nor could I adequately explain it… until last month, when I played perhaps my last pick-up game, augmented by the four week recovery period of my ailing left knee. This caused me to reflect on why I loved basketball so much, and why, at age 56, I tried to play again. I realized as I was racing… okay, gliding… okay, recognizably moving up and down the court, that I wasn’t playing a game. I was living in a state of peace. The peace that comes from doing something solely for enjoyment. A peace that accompanies the familiar and invites the unknown. The familiar such as the rules and the sounds of the game–the squeak of the shoes, the soft kiss of the ball off the glass. And the unknown such as your new teammates, and how to supplement each other’s weaknesses and exaggerate the strengths; how to blend different styles to the greater good of the game; how to expect and eagerly accept challenges, knowing that by working together you will find a way, a fair way, a good way. Because though the game has rules and sounds, it also unfolds differently every time, inviting creativity that leads to the freedom to pursue success.
Such has been my last 33 years. I have a teammate who complements my weaknesses and accentuate my strengths. We have blended our styles and worked through challenges to find our way to a good life, a great life. Like the game of pick-up basketball our life has rules and sounds, yet unfolded unpredictably, inviting our creativity to choose success. To invite peace. With Marcie I am living in the state of peace, the peace that comes from doing something that brings total enjoyment. We have appreciated the familiar and embraced the unknown.
Do I love her as much as three games? These 33 years later, I finally see it. Life is what brings you peace. The absence of peace is the absence of life. Basketball has always afforded me an avenue to peace. My life with Marcie – my love for her, her love for me – is one of deep abiding peace worthy of a lifetime of basketball.
Happy anniversary.
how blessed i am to have this sort of model of love in my life and such great individuals as my parents. happy anniversary, mama & papa.
the previous images are our christmas in a nutshell: packing, advent sweet treats, car rides, shoe shines at the airport (a new tradition), meeting new family members (welcome, shea mabel!), a family swedish meal for christmas eve dinner (swedish meatballs, rice pudding, mashed potatoes, my mom’s most delicious gravy, brussel sprouts, and beets with goat cheese), singing happy birthday to baby jesus in the manger (an old tradition), opening stockings from santa, showing off gifts from nona and pops, lazily lounging around the house before devouring christmas lunch (ham and warm baby kale salad with potato au gratin, roasted beets, gourmet cheese board, and epi baguettes).
it was a great christmas spent with my parents and brother and his family in minneapolis. it always feels quite magical up there. i’ve gotten a lot of inspiration from the way my parents have always celebrated the birth of christ and i look forward to creating our own powerdriver traditions when we stay at our home for christmas next year.
we’re headed to minnesota for christmas. i am a very proud minnesotan. proud to have swedish heritage. proud of the lakes. proud of the crazy winters. proud of the incredibly interesting and creative and excellent people that seem to keep coming out of there. i wanted to give a quick shout-out to some […]
we’re headed to minnesota for christmas. i am a very proud minnesotan. proud to have swedish heritage. proud of the lakes. proud of the crazy winters. proud of the incredibly interesting and creative and excellent people that seem to keep coming out of there. i wanted to give a quick shout-out to some amazing companies making beautiful things in minnesota. perhaps you will find a last minute christmas gift on this list. support local. support small business. support made in minnesota. support made in america.
clockwise from top left:
*mrs p hicks mocassins *pierrepont hicks tie *duluth pack backpack *faribault mill throw blanket *red wing boots *mrs p hicks scarf *j.w. hulme fairmount satchel *mrs p hicks topo clutch (a collaboration with a colorado company!)
i rock the fairmount satchel from j.w. hulme in black leather (discontinued), and jp proudly and daily rocks the red ring iron rangers and the duluth pack scoutmaster in green. i’m coveting the other listed minnesota-made items for our home and daily lives. i have heard nothing but excellent things about them.
any minnesota companies i’m missing that should be on this list? what companies from YOUR state do you love?
we’re going to see these big kids next week for christmas in minneapolis! and we’re taking a plane to get there. pray for me…
travel by plane with ramona as a newborn was a cinch. EASY! piece of cake. seriously. she […]
we’re going to see these big kids next week for christmas in minneapolis! and we’re taking a plane to get there. pray for me…
travel by plane with ramona as a newborn was a cinch. EASY! piece of cake. seriously. she was either asleep or nursing or just sitting there looking really cute. there was this one time that she had a blow-out but there’s little anyone can do to prepare for that besides make sure you have extra diapers and clothes and no qualms about changing the baby in the back open area by the flight attendants (sorry, y’all, but that changing table in the front bathroom does not cut it for me. where the hell am i supposed to place anything?! it’s like changing a baby on top of a board placed over a porta-potty stinky hole. no. thank. you.).
now that ramona has gotten a little older and more mobile and sassy and squirmy and opinionated and does not sleep wherever whenever, well, things have changed. lucky for me or sucky for me, i’ve traveled a decent bit this past year and a half with ramona so have had some trips to work out the kinks. here’s my unsolicited advice on air travel with a little one.
- travel when the majority of your traveling companions are in a good mood. i’ve tried to do the nap-time flight but ramona will no longer fall asleep just anywhere. even if it was her nap time, she’s far too excited and curious that there is no way she would take a snooze on me. i’d rather have a happy baby that might get a little fussy bc they can’t move around as much as they’d like than a sleepy, crabby baby who is going to react more emotionally. so, ideally, we travel any time in the first part of the day that does not require us to wake up before we usually do. afternoon wise, i try and choose a flight that will get us in just before her bedtime.
- pack light. no, your kid does not need all that stuff. some diapers and some wipes, a pacifier, some healthy snacks, a quiet toy. stop lugging that diaper bag around! everything you need for tyke should be able to fit in your own personal bag. also, i don’t use a stroller at the airport. i opt for carrying ramona on my back w our boba. i check in our luggage first thing and wear her through security (i usually carry-on one large shoulder tote). once through security, i let her walk/run/goof around. she gets her wiggles out this way. w just one bag and one baby, i don’t really have a problem being able to chase her around the waiting area. and i don’t have to worry about a stroller i would otherwise have to attend to.
- sit in the back of the plane. i always fly southwest, where you get the option of choosing your seat (i love this, jp hates it with a fiery passion). i go straight back to the last seat on the right. i do this bc a) i’m close to the bathrooms b) i’m close the the flight attendants (uh, can i have a refill on my jack and diet?) c) i’m close to that open area where the flight attendants’ jump seat is (this area is great for rocking a sleepy child or changing diapers) d) it’s louder so it can drown out noises ramona makes a little more e) it fills up last which means, no joke, only ONCE in 18 months have i ever had to share the full row. most times, i have an empty middle seat next to me. and many times i’ve been lucky enough to have the whole row to spread out.
- demonstrate and expect good behavior (when they’re not freaking out). choose toys that don’t make much noises (at least not the battery kind). i’ve found that pretzels in a plastic cup with a lid from the flight attendant is her favorite plane toy yet and the rattling is innocuous. she spends her time sticking her finger in the straw hole or trying to pry off the top or just sitting there snacking on the pretzels. otherwise, we read the literature in the seat pocket or putz on my phone. if your child is doing something that is directly affecting another traveler (like kicking or pulling the seat in front of them) redirect immediately! be aware of what your child is doing and how it might come across to those around you. and choosing toys and encouraging behaviors that are less intrusive to other people’s flying experience can set an early precedent of being respectful of other people and best practice for shared public spaces. people seem to be understanding when a child is tired and acting out because of that. and they are certainly less understanding when a child is just being obnoxious and the parent is oblivious.
- that being said, do not care that much about what the people around you might be thinking. i know, you think that sounds awful. but too many mothers worry too much about what people might think or how they might react to their toddler. it almost seems they manifest these poor interactions by assuming that everyone hates kids and no one is going to understand what they, as a parent, are going through, even before they’ve arrived at the airport. so far, for me at least, so good. most people actually seem to want to help me. ask the flight attendant to hold or watch your little one while you go to the bathroom if you’re not traveling with your partner. encourage your child to say hi and smile at those around you. wait and see how your seat companion reacts when your toddler whacks them on the knee with their toy before apologizing profusely (and unnecessarily). most people are not that averse to attention from little humans. in fact, i believe that most people secretly crave it. be confident in your parenting skills. trust me, you will know when you should be buying the people in front of you a round of drinks to compensate for your child’s behavior. until then, relax. and if, by chance, you do sit by someone that is making it obvious they hate kids, especially yours, don’t take it personally. chances are this person finds little to not hate in their life.
- whatever’s gonna happen is gonna happen. most of what i have said has to do with preparing yourself for traveling with a little one. that’s bc we know by now as parents that some things are just out of our control no matter how much we plan and prep and anticipate. i think the real trick in traveling with a little one is making sure you’ve got confidence and determination in what you’re doing, a sense of humor in the unexpected, and graciousness and humility and a smile for those around you. no, it’s not as simple as that but it sure can’t hurt.
(yes, i know: joanna –who resides on every single blogger’s blog roll and for good reason) totally scooped me on this subject by a day. i think her tips are great and will be using some of them for our upcoming flight.
our little tiny home doesn’t have a ton of space for lots of christmas decorations. but this year i did more than years past.
- little fake christmas tree i’ve had since elementary school (my mother bought it for me to have in my bedroom)
- vintage straw dala horse and nativity book
- yet another dala horse and other mule figurines (thrifted and ikea)
- my handmade stockings and an african nativity scene inherited from my grandparents
- the advent calendar i made this year
- nativity scene from little sapling toys and ikea tree (originally a jewelry hanger) w vintage ornaments
not pictured are the amazing paper snowflakes jp and i cut up while watching HIMYM, which we taped on the windows and front door. next year i’ll be adding fake evergreen around the large picture frames on our walls and some DIY garland. and it will always smell like christmas.