Tuesday, February 2, 2010

The Blogger’s Blues

While I did an intense 70-minute workout, backed up my computer files, and vacuumed the first floor this morning, I’m crowing myself Most Unproductive Slug Of The Day.

I’m not hungry, but I want to eat. The dishes are a monstrous pile of sticky smoothie cups, gunky condiment plates, lip-balm smeared cups and mugs, and leftovers-encrusted storage containers. I don’t want to chop veggies for the soup I’m making for dinner; I just want them to magically chop themselves. When I finally showered at 2:00, instead of drying my hair, I let it go curly. I’m wearing a flannel shirt, sweat pants and slippers. I can’t get warm, but I’m not sick.

Believe it or not, I’m in a fine mood! I just don’t know what the heck to write in this blog! What do you do to combat Bloggers Block?

I’ve looked through every blog I’ve written here and on Zen Bag Lady, hoping for some inspiration, but have found none. I did, however, find something I wrote in May 2008 that made me tear up. Do you guys ever cry when you read something you’ve written? Anyway, I decided to share it here for no other reason than it’s a nice distraction from all things weight related. Maybe that’s what’s wrong. I don’t have anything to write about weight right now. Writing, as you know, is a fickle imp. I’ll be back on track in a day or two, I’m sure.

In the meantime, here’s what I’d like to share with you:

(Written in May 2008, when Claire was 7 months old)

Some moments can only be preserved in words and memory. Photography can’t do them justice.

This afternoon, I heard Claire fussing just 25 minutes into her nap. I was in the guest room writing, but I knew my daughter Carlene would tend to her. An hour later, I checked to see where everyone was and I found Carlene asleep in the rocking chair in Claire’s nursery as Claire lay asleep in her arms, wrapped in her fuzzy green blanket and her head resting in the crook of Carlene’s left arm. It was a perfectly awesome moment of peace and stillness, but most of all, love.

Carlene and Claire in Dec. 2007

When I write about Claire, I often mention her mother (my daughter Cassie) or her father (my son-in-law Matt), but Aunt Carlene is probably the third most important person in Claire’s life. It’s been interesting watching my oldest daughter interact with her niece these last 7 months. I’ve not witnessed her interact with anyone the same way before. Carlene is not one for public displays of affection, but she puts seasoned baby-talkers, neck-kissers and peek-a-booers like me to shame when Claire’s around.

Carlene’s not as gushy with her love as Cassie and me. She’s not stoic, but she’s a lot like her father, even though he died when she was a baby.

One way you can really tell Carlene loves her niece is her tolerance of Claire’s bodily functions. Carlene detests puke, snot, pee and poop. When she was little and had the stomach flu, she willed herself not to throw up. She also refused to cough a good hard get-up-the-phlegm cough when she had a cold. I’d beg her to cough and she’d simply say no. And getting her potty trained, well, that’s a whole other story and one I’ll never tell because she’d never speak to me again.

Carlene is more than I ever deserved, and watching her today with her niece in her arms, so soft and tender, I thanked God I did something in my life to warrant such a moment as that.

With my apologies to the Apostle Paul, I’ve rewritten his famous passage on love from his first letter to the Corinthians because, to me, Carlene is the embodiment of what he describes love to be.

“Carlene is patient. Carlene is kind. She (usually) does not envy and she almost never boasts. Carlene is proud in the right way. She’s not rude (except maybe on a really bad PMS day, but she always apologizes). She is not self-seeking, it takes a lot to get her angry, and she’s never thrown something I’ve done wrong back in my face. Carlene does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. Carlene always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Carlene’s love never fails."

16 comments:

Benita said...

I can see why you teared up - that is a lovely story.

Sandi in Ca said...

Claire is a lucky little girl to have such a great Auntie!
thanks for sharing that with us.

bbubblyb said...

What a sweet story. I love your writing.

Sunny said...

what a beautiful tribute! and I had no idea you had lost a husband: I'm so sorry for that, but glad you recovered and moved on. :)

debby said...

Lynn, isn't it funny, the stuff people don't know about us? I tend to presume that everyone knows everything about me, because it seems like I pretty much tell everything about myself in this blogworld (referring to Sunny's remark)

And tear up was not the word for me. Big ol' cry was more like it. Because I have been 'Aunt Debby' to 6 nieces, and it was important to me.

Thanks for writing this Lynn.

What a glorious picture of Carleen and Claire--look like they're dressed for the ball!

Lynn said...

Lynn- I am not a blogger so I can't help with any recommendations on the Bloggers Block situation but I know it will pass. What I can tell you is that your blog is one I sincerely look forward to reading with each post!! Family is such a wonderful part of life, what a beautiful moment you have captured in writing.

One Mans Weight Loss said...

I need to learn how to be an unproductive slug like you! When I am unproductive, I am UNPRODUCTIVE!

Lynn Haraldson-Bering said...

Thanks you guys. I'm glad you liked it. Hope you noticed I also changed "flew" to "flu." Ugh. I'm such a spelling bonehead sometimes.

Sunny, Carlene's dad died when she was 11 days old. We'd been married just a year. I post blogs about it from time to time so feel free to search on my page for Bruce or Carlene.

Debby, I assume the same thing! Sometimes I think I share too much. It feels like, when I post here, that I'm talking to friends. I forget it's the WORLD wide web.

Thanks, Lynn. You're very kind and I really appreciate that you like my blog like you do.

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Shelley said...

I just love reading about your kids and grandkids, Lynn - you can never go wrong with posts about them.

Larkspur said...

There is nothing more complex and lovely than the character of a fine person. You describe your daughter so movingly. You are blessed.

Anonymous said...

Where would we be without our daughters?

~Shelley S.

Life Settlement Provider said...

Very cute baby, and too much interesting story, Great

Elisabeth said...

Wow. What an eloquent tribute to Carlene (who, by the way, and from your description, has got to be my clone, personality-wise)! As you know, I love Carlene to bits, she was one of my most stellar students!

peaspassthebeans said...

Have you considered that your Iliotibial Band issues have to do with your shoes? I had no idea until yesterday.

I did a ton of abductor and aductor exercises and I'm starting to feel better. Also, my PT said I should do some stability exercises, one leg squats and such.

Melissa said...

What a beautiful tear-jerker. Thanks for sharing Lynn.