Saturday, March 27, 2010

Why I Love My Stretch Marks

Do you remember that part in Gone With the Wind when Scarlet has just had her baby and is upset because Mammy can only get her corset laced up to 21 inches instead of her pre-pregnancy 19 inches ?

Mammy tells her, "Honey child, you done had a baby. You ain't never gun a be 19 inches again."



I think those are some of the wisest words of the entire show and lately they have been circulating through my mind a lot.

My little nursling will be 7 months old soon and my body is still not back to how it was before I was pregnant with her. Even though I've been back to my original weight for a few months (breastfeeding works wonders on my metabolism) my body is still different. I'm sure you wouldn't notice anything by looking at me, but I've lived in my body for a quarter of century and I can tell you that things aren't the same as before-- my hips are wider, my chest is a bit more saggy, my core muscles aren't quite as tight, and I have six purple marks on my side that remind me my belly really can stretch to an unfathomable size.

I just have to keep telling myself, "Heather child, you done had two babies. Your body ain't never gun a be the same again."

It has taken me awhile to come to terms with it, but it is true. No matter how hard I try my body is never gone to be the same as it was before I had my children. My children are literally parts of myself and they exist because my body sacrificed blood, cells, calcium, iron and millions of other particles to make them. I am literally missing pieces of my body that I will never be able to get back because they are now walking, talking, breathing, laughing, crying, and living in the form of two beautiful children. Becoming a mother, even if you don't physically give birth to a child, requires a huge sacrifice from your body and spirit. It is a sacrifice, that according to Elder Bruce C. Hafen of the First Quorum of the Seventy and his wife Marie K. Hafen, greatly parallels the sacrifice made by our Savior, they said:
"Just as a mother's body may be permanently marked with the signs of pregnancy and childbirth, [the Savior] said, 'I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands' (1 Ne. 21:15–16). For both a mother and the Savior, those marks memorialize a wrenching sacrifice--the sacrifice of begetting life--for her, physical birth; for him, spiritual rebirth" ("'Eve Heard All These Things and Was Glad': Grace and Learning by Experience," in Dawn Hall Anderson and Susette Fletcher Green, eds.,Women in the Covenant of Grace: Talks Selected from the 1993 Women's Conference [Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 1994], p. 29)."
I gives me strength to remember that just as Christ bears marks in his hands, feet and side as symbols of his blood sacrifice; I too have stretch marks on my side that bear testimony to my sacrifice of blood and my willingness to bring life into the world. I find strength to go forward with my mothering by remembering that just as Christ's body was resurrected, making him complete physically and spiritually, that my body is constantly renewing itself and that one day I too will be complete, physically and spiritually. I also know that my joy is more full because of my children and that because of the sacrifice my body has made life will go forward and my family will go on eternally.

So for all the mothers our there I want to remind you to rejoice in your stretch marks, to be grateful for your extra weight and wider hips, to accept your c-section scar, and to find joy in the tired bags under your eyes because they are symbols of your sacrifice.

For all you who have yet to become mothers I want to remind you to rejoice in the blood you shed each month because it is a beautiful symbol of hope and it bears testimony to the promise of continuing life.

And for all you women who are struggling with loving and accepting your body I want to remind you that anything or anyone that belittles, exploits, demeans, or mistrusts your body is not from God. Your body is beautiful, mind boggling amazing, and so deeply symbolic of Christ. Also, remember that in the eternal scheme of things-- frankly my dear, no one will give a damn if you had a 19 inch waist or not. If you are shocked by my swearing, you need to watch the end of Gone with the Wind :)

Thursday, March 18, 2010

The Smallest Egg



One of our ladies laid this little egg last week. The one on the right is a normal sized egg... and this is a normal sized quarter.



We haven't broken it open yet to see if it has little yolk inside of it yet, but weird... huh? I'd heard that the first egg a chicken lays is sometimes really small but all of our ladies have been laying eggs for at least three months. Maybe somebody was just tired and didn't want to give the egg laying thing their full effort?

In other chicken news...

... it is about time to start thinking about getting some new chicks. So wonderful. Babies are the best.

.... our rooster, Mr. Featherstone, is out to get me.

No really, he is.

Every time I walk out the chicken coop he follows me around... strutting. Then when I turn my back to him he runs at me and trys to peck my heels.

It hurts!

If I turn around and yell at him he puffs up his feathers and starts dancing around like he wants to fight me...

and lately...

don't think less of me

...I've taken to throwing rocks at him to keep him away or even giving him a good kick in the tummy when he comes at me.

It doesn't seem to phase him at all and he still tries to take me on.

I don't really know why.

He doesn't bother Jon at all.

I think it might be because I'm a woman...

and he thinks he can pull something over on me.



Ha. I don't he knows what kind of woman he is dealing with.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Asher on Skis



A few weeks ago Jon's cousin invited us to go with her husband's family up to a local ski resort for night skiing. Ski rentals were really cheap so we decided to get Asher a little pair of skis and take him down the bunny hill.



He really enjoyed getting the skis on and was really excited about "skeen". There was just about NOTHING sweeter in the world than Jon walking around with Rose in the backpack and and little Asher in the smallest skis I've ever seen.




We didn't take him on the lift, even though Jon really wanted to. I was just too terrified he would fall off and so I insisted we just take him down the "magic carpet" (imagine a flat escalator in the snow). Jon held him between his legs and tried to get Asher to do a "snow plow". Ash really liked it for about two times down and then he threw a tantrum. Jon took him down several more times but he screamed the whole way. I think he was cold and ready to get the weird things off his feet. Jon was kind of disappointed because he REALLY wanted Asher to like it. Once upon time in high school Jon was quite the ski bum and I think he'd always fantasized about how it would be to take his little boy skiing for the first time... I don't think he imagined a screaming, kicking fireball.

I had to remind Jon that Asher is still REALLY little for skiing and that next year he will probably be really excited about it... hopefully.

Rose also got to go skiing. I took her down the hill in my backpack (remember we didn't ride the lift so don't panic) and I got THE funniest looks. I don't think she was too impressed though because she fell asleep pretty quick. Oh, and just so you know it is a strange feeling to downhill ski with twenty extra pounds of cute blue fluff on your back.


Wednesday, March 03, 2010

I Can Tell Spring is Coming Soon...

because the woodpecker has started pecking on our chimney pipe again.

Several times a day I hear a drumming rattling noise coming from the roof...

and it reminds me that Spring is just around the corner.

And

That there is a very confused

woodpecker up on our roof trying to make his nest in a iron pipe.

Good luck tragically mixed up little bird...

welcome back...

but try not to give yourself too big a headache.