SING, the cartoon, and the blubbering mother in the middle of the Polish theater

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Oh my blubbering goodness.  You would have been DYING had you been in the theater with me for the movie SING that has recently been in theaters (at least in Poland).   Laughter.  Snotting.  Chortles.  Gasps.  Tears.  All directed at me-the mother sobbing uncontrollably over a children’s cartoon.

It is currently a very gray and cold season in Poland.  When the sun comes out, which is extremely rare these days, Max has to ask, “MOM!!!!  What is the sun made out of?!”  And Josephine, “Mom, WHAT IS THAT?!”

NOT KIDDING.  She literally just asked the other day.  I had to explain it was not the moon, it was the actual sun gracing our presence for a moment.

So it’s gray.

Then it’s also cold.

Not -20 F or C.  But it’s been hovering in the 20s and early 30s.  Obviously that’s F.  In C, it’s been about -7 to 0 C.

On top of all of that, Josephine and MOMMY were both so sick this last week.  She ran a fever for about 7 days, and my head felt as if it was stuck literally in a bucket of sand.  I can’t recall the last time I felt so horrible.

So, needless to say, last week, we were mostly at home.

To make up for a week stuck at home where TV became the literal mother to my children for 24/7, I decided to start going on small daily adventures with Max and Jo.

Yesterday we went to an indoor Botanical Garden.  It was okay.  Nothing too thrilling, but also warm and had plants and fish and turtles and birds.  The vines hanging from ceiling to ground inspired many monkey calls, and we screeched right along with the parrots.  So what is merely a “Meh” place came to life with my Littles in their imaginations, making it a grand adventure.

Max and Jo have wanted to see the cartoon SING ever since their sister, Adelyne, told them all about it.

So, today I decided to leave the house for an early morning showing of SING.

What fun!  Of course, the cartoon is in Polish, but both of my children don’t seem to mind; therefore, away we went!

The movie—it’s AMAZING.  I loved it.  It did not go in the direction that I thought it would — now, mind you, I did not see a single preview for it, but I imagined a much more American Idol direction once the fliers were printed and sailed around town…

It was much more somber than that.  Hardships and struggles and overcoming were quietly being dealt with throughout the movie.

While fears were being squelched, dreams were also simultaneously being shattered.

And then everything literally falls apart.

Nothing went at all like I had expected.

Well, let me not ruin it for any of you that have yet to see SING.  Let me just say, when there came an opportunity for the momma pig to sing, her husband and children watching, I literally began to BAWL.

Not quiet and pretty tears.

I was literally bawling.  I was snotting.  I had to TAKE OFF MY GLASSES and wipe away the waterfall of tears.  I could not stop.

The mother—performing in front of her husband and children.  The mother giving it everything she had.  The mother LIVING out her dream.  And doing it to the BEST of her ability.

The mother taking a risk.  The mother — EXCELLING.

Yes, dear people out there.

A mother cartoon pig singing and dancing.

It was too much for me.  I am afraid I cried literally ALL of my mascara off my lashes.  My blue eyes turning as crystal as the Carribbean’s waters, as they always do when I cry.

To me, this momma pig, she was so much more than an entertainment figure for the little minds.  She was the mother in each and every one of us.

The mother stuck in the mundane routine of washing dishes, cleaning clothes, feeding children, working sunrise to sunset.

She was the mother that danced and sang to herself and dreamed in her own imagination.

She was the mother that put absolutely everyone and everything above the very core of her being.

She IS the epitome of that very word MOTHER!

I have been feeling like that momma pig.  At home.  Stuck.  In a sink of bubbles.

And, then, there I was at the theater with these two miraculous littles that I had to physically fight to bring into the world, and I realized that they are the ultimate dream.

I fought SO LONG and SO HARD to even conceive children.  And then to get them to enter the world safely was another journey.

I grabbed my son’s hand and held it.  His heart beating because my body grew him.  His life living because God gave him to me for another day.

Being a woman is hard.  Being a mother is hard.  Making satisfaction in our souls as both is hard.

And this momma pig brought this pit into my stomach that there lies within each and every one of us a fire and a passion outside of ourselves and our families.  Yet, while we are momma to littles, sometimes those other dreams may be put on the side.

But it doesn’t mean they are squelched.

It just means that our priorities are directed differently—straight.

In the meantime, someday is out there where it will be our turn to sing and dance.

And make our littles proud!

Writing about Life Abroad with Max…

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Hey my friends.  Here’s a link to the article that I wrote about my child’s food allergies.  The Mighty picked it up (I write about Max’s allergies at www.allergymax.org).

I hope you’ll enjoy the read.  Click here to access it:  https://themighty.com/2017/02/managing-child-food-allergies-abroad/

I’m super stoked I made it that far…Remember to Like and Share it with your friends, too!  Thank you so much.

XO from here to there,

B

 

 

X-Plan: Giving your kids a way out (#xplan)

hi friends…i don’t quite have a teenager-teenager yet—but we are REALLY starting to have real conversations … and these situations are just around the bend. THIS is a really good article to read. perhaps some of it will resonate with you an ah-ha moment or give you ideas for your own brood. xoxo b

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Friends, as most of you know, I get to spend an hour each week with a group of young people going through addiction recovery.  Yes.  Young people.  I’m talking teenagers who are locked away for at least six months as they learn to overcome their addictions.  I’m always humbled and honored to get this time with these beautiful young souls that have been so incredibly assaulted by a world they have yet to understand.  This also comes with the bittersweet knowledge that these kids still have a fighting chance while several of my friends have already had to bury their own children.

Recently I asked these kids a simple question:  “How many of you have found yourself in situations where things started happening that you weren’t comfortable with, but you stuck around, mainly because you felt like you didn’t have a way out?”

They all raised their hands.

Every single…

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Week 6 &7: What is in a name?

Help your children discover the amazing names of God! Click here to read a weekly devotion for children and families at Missions 52. This week: What is in a Name? Exciting Valentine’s craft and science experiment to do, as well, while discovering the names of God. http://www.missions52.com

Missions 52!

This has been an exciting week for our family—our baby turned 11!  She is our firstborn…our biggest surprise.  AND SHE TURNED 11!

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And, to be honest, one of my favorite parts about having children is getting to NAME them!

I think I would easily have 10 children—just so I could keep using some of my favorite names (sing to Favorite Things, Sound of Music)…

But, at the time of our announcement of her, we only had 1 to start.  And one BIG JOB ahead of us.  Not the nursery.  Not the birthing classes.  JUST THE NAME!

Of course, before we found out if she was a boy or girl, we had @16+ weeks to come up with boy and girl names.

THEN THE DOCTOR ANNOUNCED, “IT’S A GIRL!”

My husband…completely sure he was going to have a boy…looked at me with WIDE eyes and said, “What am I going to…

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Week 5: Encourage Your Kid To Eat The Sardine

Enjoy the humor of the sardine! Click on the link attached 😉 xoxo b

Missions 52!

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Okay…seriously.  I could be FAR OFF.  Perhaps your kid already LOVES the sardines.

Mine, however, do not.

Yet, we live in a culture that pretty much does.  At least herring.

Or some sort of canned and oiled fish.

Smacznego!

So, my husband and daughter went to snowboard.  And, for lunch, her daddy bought crackers, cheese, and sardines.

The video shows daddy opening the can, preparing the cheese, and eating the sardine.

Next up, Sweet Adelyne…

It’s her turn to take a bite.  For the camera.

And that’s when it happens.

The refusal.  To eat the sardine.

“You don’t blame her,” perhaps you are thinking.

“Why is it taking so long,” the rest wonder.

Whether you are pro or anti sardine, Adelyne simply did not care.  Nor did she care for the sardine.

But she did still take a risk…

And lick the sardine.

GAG!

I am rather sure whether you…

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