Up on the Watershed

Without fail, at around this time of year, I find myself listening to old Indigo Girls songs. And by listening, I mean keeping a selection of about ten songs on repeat whenever I’m in the car, usually promoting the kids to remark “Mom, you must REALLY like these songs”.  And the answer is yes, yes I do really like those songs . . . there’s something soothing about a song that you can still find meaning in 25 years later.

This past weekend, I was flipping through this month’s edition of Elle Canada and came across an article about Camp.  With the chaos going on around me, I must admit, I didn’t read the intro or the by-line, but I didn’t have to, to know that the author was written about my old camp (you can see the article here).  While the author has a totally different view than mine on what life at camp was like, it prompted me to think a little . . . and to start my annual Indigo Girls play-a-thon (if anyone went to an all-girls’ camp in the 90’s, or even knew anyone who went to an all-girls’ camp in the 90’s, Indigo Girls weren’t just a recurring theme – they were part of the very fabric of camp life).

As I was driving around yesterday running errands and attempting to figure out my life’s purpose, the song Watershed came on.  There are 2 lines in the song that get me every time I hear it:

“Every five years or so I look back on my life and I have a good laugh”

and

“You can stand there and agonize till your agony’s your heaviest load”

I’ve written about it before, and I hate to be a bore, but the last few weeks, well month, really, have been a time of letting go for me, and moving past everything that has defined the last 5 years of my life.  The planner, list-maker, and do-er in me is starting to get antsy – I don’t have a clear path as to where I’m going, or what I’ll be doing next.  As close friends have been finding and following their passions, I’ve been spinning my wheels, “agonizing” if you will about what my passion is going to be, and when i’m going to figure out what that passion is.

Yup, seems even stupider in writing that it does in my head.

Anyway, as I stand up here on my own little watershed, waiting for change to come, I’m going to do my best to remember that five years from now, I will be laughing at all of this.

And on that happy little note, I’m going to sign off to get back to what I was doing before sitting down to jot this little post . . . cleaning out the basement (I’d love to say once and for all, but really this is becoming an annual thing).

xoxo

PS.  I had an amazing conversation last night with a close friend – she’s one of the people in my life that’s just decided to follow their passion – anyway, as we were talking, I looked up at the sky and saw this . . . rays of sun & cloud shining out in celebration!  AC, I’m SO happy for you.

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Silver Linings & Watermelon Popsicles

As much as we’ve been celebrating around here over the past few weeks, my little ones have been working through some pretty big changes in their little lives.  While my daughter watched some of her best friends graduate from senior kindergarten and out of her little school, my son spent his last few days in class with his best buddies knowing that they’ll all be at different schools next year.  My attempts to soothe his feelings with promises of play dates and shared after-school activities were met with comments like “play dates are not the same thing as being at school all day together”.  As a mom, my heart felt as broken for my little ones as theirs felt broken for what they were experiencing.

All this change for them has also shown me just how fast they’re growing up and how my role is going to be changing too.   Have you read that post that keeps circulating on Facebook?  The one about how there’s always a last time for something as you’re raising your kids?  Well, this morning, after my son took a big fall, and I pulled him onto my lap to comfort him, it really struck me that it won’t be much longer before he will simply be too big physically for me to do that – and perhaps the only reason I still can is because of all the time I spend in the gym.

And so, for the past few weeks, I’ve been busy shepherding us all through this period of change.  And the metaphor that I’ve been relying on most to explain all of this change to myself, and to the kids: Silver Linings.

You see, a silver lining can be described as this:

silver lining

n.

hopeful or comforting prospect in the midst of difficulty.

I want to teach my little ones, as much as I want to remind myself, that as we make our way through the difficult times in life, there will be a light at the end of the tunnel, that things will start to get better, and that it’s never too long before we can see the silver lining!

Of course, with the kids, I’ve also been relying on diversionary tactics when I find them getting a little to “stuck” in their emotions.  And the best way to divert my kids attention, is to get them into the kitchen.

With the recent wave of hot weather, my daughter has exclaimed pretty much every afternoon “today would be a perfect day for a popsicle!”.  And so . . . we made popsicles!  Yes, I know, this is not revolutionary in any way.  But the kids have discovered the joys of giant freezies and they’ve been exposed to ice cream trucks at end of the school year celebrations, which combined, make a traditional popsicle a hard sell in my house right now.

Ownership of the great popsicle project, however, equalled success in both of them thinking they were having a real treat . . .

Strawberry and Watermelon Popsicles

  • Servings: 4-6
  • Difficulty: easy
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Ingredients

  • 1 cup chopped strawberries, leaves and stems removed
  • 1-2 cups cubed watermelon (about 1/8 of a whole watermelon
  • 1/4 c plain yogurt (I used Kefir)
  • 1 tsp of liquid organic honey (this is totally optional and totally not necessary)

Directions

  1. Throw all the ingredients into a blender and process until smooth
  2. Pour into popsicle molds and freeze (I got mine at Dollarama . . . )
  3. Enjoy on a day that is just “perfect for popsicles”

 

 

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