Musings of an Italian-American Catholic wife, mother, and writer

Musings of an Italian-American Catholic wife, mother, and writer

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Here's what we've been doing ...





~purchased new master bedroom furniture (will arrive next month)

~moving old master bedroom furniture to guest bedroom

~guest bedroom furniture ... yard sale? consignment store?

~purchased bed, dresser, and nightstand for the little guy ... goodbye car bed

~having some painting done in kitchen, family room, guest bedroom, guest bathroom, & upstairs hallway

I like emptying a room of all furniture in order to paint, then finding different ways to change things up when everything gets put back. I like getting rid of clutter. I like rearranging furniture and artwork.

I embrace the chaos, dust, and displacement of today ...

for the something new of tomorrow.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Lord Farquaad, a Confession, an Angry Bird ... in 7 quick takes

~1~ During a meeting at church to prepare for his first Reconciliation at the end of the month, I had the following conversation with our little guy:

"So, what kind of sins am I supposed to talk about?" he whispers.

"Well," I reply. "You could, for example, tell Father about calling Jonathan an idiot this morning."

He thinks about this a moment.

"Okay, but I think I will just say that I called Jonathan a bad word," he says. "Maybe I shouldn't say idiot."

~2~ In preparing a presentation on St. Francis and La Verna, my oldest son was giving me a crash course on how to use PowerPoint:

"Now, when you want to go to the next slide, just use the space bar," he explains.

"What if I need to go back a slide?" I ask.

"Just hit the 'P' button,'" he replies.

"Why 'P'? That seems odd," I say.

"Uhm, 'P' for previous?" and he looks at me like I'm from Mars.

~3~ A Nice Side Effect:

In my attempts to keep Christmas simple, I actually lost weight over the holidays. A definite first for me.`

~4~ A New Identity:

I recently got a haircut ... six inches gone with the clip of the scissors. When I got home and looked in the mirror I had one thought: Good Lord, I look like Lord Farquaad from Shrek.



~5~ Fixing an oversight:

My husband and I recently realized we have been remiss in the cultural education of our boys: we have never taken them to the Fox Theater in Atlanta to see a Broadway production! Bad, bad Mommy and Daddy. We'll be fixing this oversight in the near future.

~6~ Around a Fire

On New Year's Eve we used out new fire pit area for the first time. I don't know what it is about a fire, but we sat around that fire, bundled in blankets and eating S'mores, laughing and talking for over two hours. Joe also shared a special talent he has: the ability to make the funniest faces using only a flashlight. Make the Angy Birds face, Dad! is our new family motto.



~7~ Apples, and peanut butter, and granola ... Oh, My!

I've had this for lunch several times, and it's absolutely delicious; however, I tweaked the recipe a bit: instead of stacking the apples into a sandwich, I keep the slices flat and eat them with a fork and knife (not so messy this way). I also drizzle a little honey over everything.




Now go visit Jen over at Conversion Diary. In February she will be speaking at an Apologetics Conference in Venice ... Florida, that is.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

A Lesson from a Rock Star


The other night I was watching an interview with Steven Tyler, lead singer for Aerosmith. Once upon a time (and not too long ago, either) I actually attended an Aerosmith concert, so it was interesting to hear what he had to say.

He talked about drugs, women, drugs, rock music, alcohol and, yes, drugs. He spoke about the many times he had a falling out with his children, his family, his bandmates. Then he spoke about forgiveness.

"The answer to everything in life, is forgiveness," he said. "Everything."

Everything? It got me thinking. What about love? Surely love could also be the answer to everything. But then I realized how even with those you love dearly, there can still be pain and hurt which can only be healed through forgiveness; in fact, it is the act of extending forgiveness, or of being the recipient of it, which actually leads the way to an even greater love.

God showed us this when he sent his only son to us ... a son who not only showed us how to love, but accepted death on a cross to show us how to forgive and be forgiven.

And as always when the topic of forgiveness comes up, I thought of Amanda.

Amanda and her family used to be our immediate neighbors. She was originally from England and, while she could be charming and witty, she also had a petty and vindictive side. I never saw her truly happy; rather, she always seemed to be in a battle with someone, whether it was the moving company who scratched her furniture, or the kids two houses down who scattered her pine straw when their soccer ball accidentally landed in her yard. Since we were both home during the day, she would often come over just to tell me about her latest imbroglio. I suppose it was only a matter of time before we were targeted.

One day the boys and some friends were playing in our yard when they abruptly came indoors. They were unusually quiet, so I knew something had happened. Evidently, Amanda had come over to tell them how she didn't appreciate them making fun of her and demanded that they stop.

Now, I had the windows opened and here's what the boys were doing: using an old video camera, they were holding pretend American Idol auditions in which they all took turns being Simon Cowell ... British accent and all.

I immediately called her, explained the misunderstanding, and assured her that they were not being disrespectful. They were being Simon Cowell! They were playing American Idol! She wasn't amused.

Flash forward a couple of months to Thanksgiving day when we had relatives visiting from Italy. It was around three in the afternoon, families were out walking off their dinners, and we decided to have a wiffle ball game in the cul-de-sac. Some neighbors from down the street even joined in. We were having such a wonderful time until Amanda stuck her head out the door and yelled for us all to take the game somewhere else because we were disturbing their meal.

We were a little taken aback at her rudeness (the street, after all, was public domain), and we were embarassed (nice impression for our relatives), but we obligingly moved the game to our backyard.

Eventually, we heard that they would soon be moving to New Jersey. A month before their departure, I saw Amanda sitting on her front steps and walked over to say hello. There was an awkward moment when she just stared at me ... and then, from out of the blue, she launched into a verbal attack the likes of which I have never experienced. She ranted against me, my husband, our boys, their school, our church ... everything. Then she stomped into her house before I had a chance to say a single word.

There are many kinds of tears, and over the next few days I think I shed most of them: tears of frustration because I didn't have a chance to defend myself; tears of anger for some of the things she said about my family; tears of disbelief because, really, how dare she?; and tears of remorse because I almost hated her and here it was Holy Week and my heart was not in a good place.

But something happened Easter Sunday morning. Sitting in our family room watching the boys dig into their Easter baskets, and later during Mass, I felt the gift of forgiveness. Suddenly, it didn't even matter anymore who was wrong or right, only that forgiveness was the means to make me feel whole again.

The next day I saw Amanda walk out the front door, retrieve her mail from the mailbox, and go back inside her house. I immediately walked over. Truthfully, I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to say, but I knew that the first step on that road to forgiveness - and ultimately to healing - would have to come from me.

I rang her doorbell and waited.

And waited.

Nothing. To this day I still cringe at how that made me feel, but watching Steven Tyler's interview, with his litany of past mistakes, I was reminded how life is sometimes -- very often, in fact -- messy. But for him, forgiveness was the answer, and I think he might be right. At the very least, forgiveness is the beginning of something which can only lead to wonderful things.

I really wished Amanda had answered her door.

Monday, January 2, 2012

A Year in Review: The Links Edition



~1~ Funniest Parenting Moment: When boys smell like dogs.

Boys ... About as Uncomplicated as You Can Get

~2~ Favorite Parenting Moment: Sometimes the answers aren't always easy.

In Which We Heard, But Didn't Listen

~3~ Favorite Spiritual Post: In which I give a presentation on free will and Lent.

The Freedom in Lent

~4~ Best Italian Post: Three cheers for the mailman.

Il Postino

~5~ Favorite Sister story: The rebellion of Sr. Gaudiosa.

A Nuns' Rebellion

~6~ Post that received the most comments: In which I asked, and you answered.

In Which You Have all the Answers

~7~ Best Stupid Moment: In which I find something I donated in an antique shop.

Oh What a Stupid I Am

~~8~ Funniest photo/post of 2012: A PG moment in a G-rated blog.

This really is a G-rated blog.