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City and country

I’ll probably never fully be able to understand it or explain it.

I was born and raised in small towns but I feel most at home in the city. Always have.

I remember as a kid going to Portland – a small city that I thought of as a “big city” back then. It always gave me a thrill. I loved the traffic and freeways and tall buildings and bustle.

I loved the fashion. I loved the movement.

I’ve never been to a city I didn’t love, although I’ve travelled in cities all over the world in both developed and developing countries.

But no matter where they are, cities captivate me.

The countryside is gorgeous and I adore the mountains… but I’m happy to seek rest there and then return to “normalcy” in the city where life bursts from the seams and sidewalks are filled with diversity and rhythm.

I’ve always known I would be a city girl.

As an adult I understand the pull a bit more:

I love the nations and they way they melt into urban centers and yet still bring with them so much culture and interest. (There’s a togetherness in the separateness–and a separateness in the togetherness–which I love.)

I love the beauty they offer – the art, the music, the theater, the style.

I love that they are a microcosm and a snapshot of the nation at large.

I love that they are the seat of power and government and commerce and education.

I love them so much that I find it hard to understand why anyone would want to live anywhere else.

And yet after seven years of living in the city I’m once again living in a small town (and have for the last four years).

We’ve never really been a great fit – the small town and I.

And yet I know I’m where I should be – my small town by the sea.

If I’m lucky, someday I’ll live in my city by the sea.

Sydney would do just fine.

STOP.

 

 

Q for you: Are you a city person or a small town person?

 

Love,
A

 

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We play our songs

Our son has been smitten over music since the moment he was born.

I can’t even remember exactly when we first noticed his love of music because it was always there.

He’s obsessed with the guitar. He loves the xylophone. Drums? Of course. Harmonica? Yup.

And this kid has moves – he looooves to dance. He feels it too – his dancing changes very much with different types of music. (We adore putting on slow music and watching him attempt a two-year-old interpretation of ballet. Love.)

Today we were playing guitar together – me on my guitar, him on his.

Judah sat a few feet away playing with toys and I sat across from Levi with the guitar on my lap and a kids song book out before me (expanding my song bank – ha!). Levi climbed all over me, clawing at the guitar, smashing into my case, stepping on my book. It was a total circus. And I wasn’t very much enjoying it.

I wanted to play a few songs together and sing “Puff the Magic Dragon” and see my boy pick up his own guitar and dance around the room like he usually does.

He wanted to play a few songs together too. It’s just that his definition of “play” looked very different to my own.

I finally gave up, put the song book away, and just let him have at the strings while I played some chords on the neck.

It was pretty terrible sounding, but of course he loved it.

Made me wonder how God feels when we’re “helping” him. We get in there and try to do it our way. We “play our songs” which often sound nothing like his.

And yet he loves it all anyway. He loves that we have a go. He loves that we want to participate.

He loves that we want to play a song with him.

I’ll try to remember that when Levi wants to “play” again.

STOP.

 

Q for you: What kind of songs have you been playing lately?

 

Love,
A

 

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Confession: I’m a sucker for reality TV

We love reality tv shows around here. LOVE.

Not what you’re thinking (Jersey Shores, The Bachelor). We love the talent competition ones.

First it was American Idol. Then, Australian Idol.

Then it was So You Think You Can Dance, the American version. (Yes, Ryan liked it just as much as me!!)

When that wore off, we got right into Master Chef for one or two seasons, the Aussie one.

That one got annoying because it was on six nights a week. SIX. (And it’s highly addictive!! Who wants to be “chained” to a show nearly every night a week?!!!)

Last year we got into The Block and Top Design. I was kinda obsessed with these shows. Seriously. I lovelovelove design and decorating. Ryan was almost equally into it. (It would be hard to equal my passion on this one.)

This year? Well, the Block is on again. (Yayyayayay!) But we’re also now ADDICTED to The Voice – the Aussie version.

The judges – Seal, Delta, Keith, Joel. Hello, they are the perfect line up!!

I think Ryan has a celebrity man-crush on Keith Urban. And I so get it – he’s so adorable!

And Delta just might be the most beautiful woman on the planet. Pretty sure I gush about her every ad break.

Joel is hilarious in a wear-it-on-your-sleeve kind of way. (He annoyed us as first and has now won both of us over.)

And then there’s Seal. (Need I say more?)

And the competitors? So. Awesome. So. Talented.

We were so excited to watch it tonight that we actually let Levi watch the first 1/2 hour with us since it started at 6:30.

As strange as this sounds… I felt like such a “real” little family sitting there, all watching The Voice together. Flash back 20 years and we would have been gathered around the little tely watching Young Talent Time.

Levi was captivated! Of course he’s obsessed with music so it was right up his ally… but I think there was also the I’m-up-at-night-watching-tv-like-a-big-boy-with-mom-and-dad factor that was pretty fun for him too.

Even Judah woke up so that he could be a part of the action. (cheeky baby.)

I so enjoyed having my boys piled on the couch with us as we enjoyed good music and watching people step out in faith to pursue their dreams.

We couldn’t help but wonder as we were watching… what would we do if one of our littles were on that stage one day?

STOP.

 

Q for you: Reality TV – yay or nay??

 

Love,
A

p.s. Another confession: I went over time today. Like a minute.

 

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Quiet noise

It was 2:00 in the afternoon and the house was still. One baby slept in the room down the hall, another baby slept in the next room.

Outside there were a few muffled noises from traffic in the distance – not invasive, just the sort that provide a hum and a rhythm.

I’m no bird person, but I could distinctly hear at least four different kinds of birds chriping and singing outside. (Mmmm… one of my favorite things about living in the tropics.)

THe dishwasher swished from the freshly cleaned kitchen.

The dryer tossed and sent out occasional cracks of noise from a zipper clinking the metal.

All around was a glorious stillness and quiet in the gentle, loud din of life sounds.

Quiet noise. That’s all.

That beautiful space void of television or voices or crying… even music.

Just the sounds of house and home and the world spinning by outside.

Sun peeked through the window and a slight breeze shifted the curtains.

The to-do list lay face-down on the coffee table and hte computer screen remained shut.

I stretched out the entire length of hte couch to reflect and breathe and be, trying desperately to shut out the noise of my own mind…

And an hour later I woke up.

STOP.

 

Q for you: When’s the last time you enjoyed some quiet noise?

 

Love,
A

 

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Adriel also writes (using spell check!) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos


Old friends in the attic

I’ve got this record collection. A really good one.

It lives in my parents’ attic.

In another country.

I think about it more often that you’d think. I wonder… have those old friends warped? Are they ok up there in the heat of summer and the bitter cold of winter?

Some of them have been passed down to me from my own music-loving dad (oh, our beloved Bob Dylan) and others are from my childhood (every Amy Grant record ever made… until CDs came out I guess). And still others are ones I found in my own early adulthood (Ella, Duke, Dizzy…).

I’ve wondered many times how to get those old friends across the big Pacific Ocean, but luggage restrictions and “more important things” have always held me back.

But I miss seeing my music.

Don’t get me wrong. I love me some iPod tunes. I love having my music stored digitally and living in my pocket.

But I also find that I forget about music when it’s hidden in lists with no pretty picture to remind me to listen.

I miss scrolling through the record jackets (or heck, even the CD cases) to see what feels right for the moment.

Someday I will reclaim that record collection from the attic. Someday.

STOP.

 

Q for you: Did you have records? Do you still?

 

Love,
A

 

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Adriel also writes (using spellcheck) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos