This is the day I always reflect on: the day my husband returns from a whole week of being away.
This week has been interesting. The first half of the week was very trying with a teething baby, no break, and constant mothering around the clock. Interestingly enough, at the peak of the difficulty/exhaustion/frustration, emerged a whole, determined, and strong woman (yes, surprisingly me). Somehow the second half of the week I was setting goals in terms of what was working and what wasn’t, feeling confident, and realizing that I can do this. (It did help that Rowan was getting some sleep.)
I always learn so much about myself when I’m on my own. There are things that I do to make life easier for me and at the same time, there are things I make into more work just for us to have some variety in our week, and other things I do to make some special, memorable moments together. I still have popcorn pieces in my bed from the night we watched Peter Pan together.
When things got really overwhelming I initially felt like I was digressing, like everything I had worked to gain in my creativity and organization in mothering in sticky situations had evaporated into thin air. I dabbled in the “wo is me” category for one long night and somehow, thankfully, woke with new determination (a bit more rest) and energy to own my life, or at least the rest of the week. I am happy to say that we tried three new breakfasts this week, had a cupcake decorating party (more on that Monday), and nightly walks before bed. Those are now special memories.
I fought and fought and eventually won.
No matter the road we’ve been given as mothers there is always a new path to take in these moments, something that will begin to transform us, if we’re willing. I remember the younger years of the twins and truly feeling helpless with my load. With trial and error, I’ve tried so hard to always be growing and developing a set of tools to handle each situation. And so as mothers we are all endowed with that ability to grow with each situation, the ability to be guided in our approach, and be totally empowered in the raising of our children. I love it. It means I never need to play the victim because I can become exactly what I want.
And so with that brief synopsis of a long, but satisfying week, I’ll tell you how wonderful this nectarine crisp was for breakfast the other morning. Nothing pretty to look at but absolutely heavenly.
I adapted Smitten Kitchen’s almond crisped-peaches by using our nectarines that were starting to turn. It is a simple blend of almonds, oats, sugar (I used brown sugar), cinnamon, and salt in the blender that is then scooped onto the halved nectarines. Baked. And then we enjoyed ours with Bobby’s homemade yogurt. You can serve with whipped cream or ice cream for a dessert too.
Do try it if you have some peaches or nectarines sitting around. Hope you have a wonderful weekend.
the sleepy time gal