A couple years ago I borrowed a handy little knitting gadget from my mother. It’s for counting stitches as you knit, and with each click of a button the counter rises. I am not a knitter, but I am a stay-at-home mom, and decided to scientifically measure how many times a day I heard the phrase, “Hey, Mom…” or some variation of it. I gave up after the first hour, having hit 48.
I love being a mother. I dreamed of it as a little girl, growing up in a time when “stay-at-home mom” was redundant. Now I willingly ignore the flow of culture that would pull me away from home, and am completely committed to this way of life that my husband and I believe is the best for our kids. At approximately the pace of 48 needs per hour, I serve a function in my family and have a special place in their lives. I wouldn’t change a thing. For us, this is just right.
Along the road of parenthood and familyhood, we Wilburs have acquired our own way of doing nearly everything, just like the rest of you out there. Family life is rich and rewarding, but requires commitment, common sense, serious thought, planning, wisdom, and just a touch of silliness and nonsense now and then. Though I tend not to offer people my two cents without being asked, I’ll fight my better judgment and do just that here. I hope to share bits and pieces of what we’ve learned along the way, and how it is that we approach day-to-day life as a family.
And so I give you a parting thought and overhead shot of a survival tip for those nights when the to-do list is not done, and the cupboard is bare and the sole bread-winner works late, but will be coming to the rescue for himself and his wife with take-out food long after the kids will be in bed. I present to you a child’s delight: Rainbow Supper. My children (all except our fourteen-year-old, who is wise to my ways) love Rainbow Supper. Simply put, it’s the scraps of food left in the fridge and cupboard, arranged in rainbow color order upon our chintzy $2.00 pizza-patterned platter. It's a miniature buffet, and the four kids can't leave the table until it's all gone. You’d be surprised what healthy things they’ll eat when it’s from a rainbow! OK, so those are KitKats you see there. And marshmallows. And even tired looking microwaved hot dogs. But look at the fruit and vegetables! You should have seen the rainbow disappear tonight! (A perfect night for it… after all, I had a blog to begin!)
And in case you were wondering, the kids called my name six times while writing this. They become independent so quickly…