While cleaning

The Little Witches were tasked with cleaning up their blocks. 

Witchlette put five together and came running over to share her creation. 

Look! I made an elemental. 

She has done this with crayons in the past, and each time I find it endearing and heartwarming. 

I don’t remember doing this type of thing to make crosses when I was her age. Perhaps I did. Perhaps children of other faiths make small totems from their mythos. I just know I adore that she does it. 


Bedtime life lessons

Mostly every night, Witchlette asks for Asguard stories before her lullaby. 

Tuesday night, she asked for me to read from her Asguard Stories Book the creation of man. 

This one

Within the three pages of the retelling of the lore, a handful of stanzas from The Havamal are included. 

This is one of them

I remember, pre kids, listening to Louis C. K. and how realistically he discusses being a parent. One in particular is about his daughter who sees wild ponies, is bitten by one, and looks up more information about why they bite to learn it happens all the time. Over the course of the conversation with his daughter, Louis lets slip that one day, she will die. This breaks her heart and her mind. She is 8-10 and just learned that people die. Classic loss of innocence moment. 

Witchlette isn’t going to have that. We don’t speak of death daily and it’s not something we obsess over, but it’s also not something we shy away from. I have never directly stated, “One day, you will die,” but we have discussed death and our version of an afterlife. What we talked about in years past actually lines up pretty closely with what was depicted in Moana, which we just saw this summer. 

She experienced death with my mom’s dog. She understands that plants die and the flowers we see the following spring are new. She understands animals and people die as a part of life, and that it’s just what happens. 

Maybe it’s the world view in which I was raised. Perhaps it’s just the way I’m wired, but I didn’t come to that conclusion until my late 20s. Death was something to be feared. 

Perhaps it’s still too far removed for her to really understand, but perhaps it’s her Pagan upbringing that is making things right. 

Morning blessings

Each morning, in the car on the way to our endeavors, we sing the morning blessing song. I have been saying, “Shall we start in the North?” and between each verse, change direction, “To the East/South/West/Center.”

Presently,  as we back out of the driveway and begin to turn up the street, Witchling asks, “Start North?”

I have been giving the Little Witches ideas between representations (trees, breeze, flame, lake), animals (deer, eagle, lion, dolphin), and mythological creatures.

Witchlette typically chooses mythological creatures. Dark elves and gnomes for Earth; Witchling likes calling for ‘chauns (Leprechauns). Air gets light elves and faeries. Pheonix, dragons, griffins, and sphinx for Fire. Undines, mermaids, and sprites for Water.

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Earth

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Air

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Fire

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Water

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning Divinity

Good morning Life

Good morning Spirit

It’s good to see you today!

This morning, which Witchlette specifically asked if it was Thor’s day, Hubby drove the kids to pre-school. Witchling was too excited about taking “Jeep school! Jeep school!” to request the morning blessing song from Hubby. I am curious if he would ask for it from Hubby in his car versus his Jeep.

Sharing the myths II

Two weeks ago, in the morning as we were finishing packing for school/work, Witchlette asked me to tell her another “Thor story”. As I was also in the midst of other tasks, I did not put forth enough mental energy to properly pre-schoolerize the first myth which came to mind: The Mead of Poetry.

I skipped quite a few sections and didn’t give the ending the bang it deserves, and I told Witchlette so and promised I would tell it to her again at a point when I was not in the midst of packing.

Later that evening, after her lullaby, I knew I would have to run out to the pharmacy and told her so before we started signing. Witchlette asked, instead of her lullaby, if I could please tell her a Thor story. Since the pharmacy is open late, I relayed a The Treasures of the Gods and then we all sang her lullaby.

The next morning, I sat and thought about Mead of Poetry better and was able to give her a proper version of the tale. It was at this time that Witchlette’s title changed from “Thor stories” to “Asgard stories.” Over the next few nights, I relayed more and more myths to her and the new routine went from book, candle, lullabye, stay with me, bed to book, candle, Asgard story, lullabye, bed.

More recently, she has been concerned with the dark. She is frightened that she cannot see in the dark and she is worried about what she cannot see coming to get her. To try and calm her, I have relayed the relationship between the most beloved Balder and his twin brother Hod. According to many scholars, Balder did what he could for Hod- he always worked to include him and would share in his joys with him as best he could. When he was cast aside during the revelry of throwing axes and spears at Balder, Hod was left out because Balder was the target and no one else thought to include him. This is what made it so easy for Hod to fall pray to Loki.

Witchlette knows Hod before the mistletoe- the Hod that adored his brother and, while not as outgoing as Balder, is just as kind. There is nothing to be afraid of in the dark, because the dark is just Hod.

Witchlette’s response: “I like Balder better.”


Mama superpowers

As I was going through old drafts, I found one that I wrote about a year ago. Somehow it got saved as a draft and never published, so I am publishing it now.

Mama superpowers are real!

I experienced them last night.

I had just finished changing Witchling into his pjs and was walking over to my nursing chair. The light was off, though both kids have nightlights for us just as much as them. Then it happened…I tripped over his heater and fell to the floor. Witchling in my arms, down we went.

Somehow, some way…I was able to twist myself so that I landed quite hard on my side and Witchling stayed in my arms and off the floor. Somehow, some way…on our way down, I was headed to fall and land on top of him. But I didn’t, I raised him up and I went down and this changed my own trajectory and left him completely unscathed and none the wiser. Not a peep from him.

I nursed him and we continued through our bedtime routine.

I’m sure I’ll be bruised in the morning, but that doesn’t matter.

Mama is a super hero!

The most perfect day

Yesterday included a moment that was just the most perfect day. 

The two little witches were up and playing, we had the TV off but internet radio on. Philadelphia Freedom started playing and I grabbed Witchling and started dancing. Witchlette was not too happy about that. At first, she seemed to have an “oh my goddess mom you’re so embarrassing” expression. Then she joined, but stopped almost as soon as she started. She wanted to dance, but she wanted to dance to “the Groot song”- Hooked on a Feeling with the ooga shakka. 

We had microphones, a plastic microphone and a baby toy with a ball on a stick, to sing into. We sang the refrain together while I did the verses and Witchlette did the ooga shakka ‘s. We sang together and danced together until we were all in hiccups. It was one of those moments straight out of a movie. It was the most perfect moment, with everyone having fun with nothing more than just each other. 

Bonus:Witchlette showed her awesome pre-reading skills by pushing the one with the that starts with H. 

What not to pass along

Towards the end of the school year, lots of panic issues and lots of crunching happens as things that need to be done now have a very limited finite time to do them. Things can’t go out of compliance over the summer and folks get super stressed about having all areas in order befor leaving for their well earned 11 week reprieve. 

While the teachers under me were going through their panics, I remained calm and encouraged them not to worry. Everything would get done and any minor errors could and would be fixed at the beginning of the next school year. Don’t stress over it, because in the grand scheme of everything, it’s all meaningless. When something came across my plate, especially something where I had made a minor error and had the finite time to fix it before leave, stress insued. Not 5 minutes before, I had stated that nothing was worth stressing over and here I waspreaching but not practicing.  

Today is Witchlette’s 3rd birthday. We were going to be meeting Hubby at the birthday surprise at 4:45. Well, with two littles sleeping still at 3:30 and one who has to nurse, 4:45 quickly turned into 5:15 by accounts of my GPS. No big deal. Not too late. 

I had used my phone too much during the day and failed to charge it before leaving the house. About half way there, my 15% battery warning came on. And as I approached the exit ramp to get off the highway, the phone died. I had no idea where I was going and no way of contacting Hubby to ask for help. We got off the highway and I turned right. Shortly, I found a Vitamin Shoppewho graciously let ,e use the stores phone and I called Hubby to get directions. It was now 5:20 and he had been waiting since 4:45. Turns out I should have gone left at the exit ramp instead of right. Plus rush hour Raleigh traffic. 

As I reloaded myself and the kiddos back into the car, I was fuming mad- at myself. I was beating myself up merceliessly for this mistake- for the phone going out on me. For not bringing a plug. I was going to, but the cord end isn’t a typical USB so I had no way of connecting it to the car, so I didn’t bring it. And I failed epically. And I was ruining my daughter’s birthday. All because the phone died: I didn’t know where I was going, I was late, I didn’t think to write down the directions before we left. All of this in my head accounts to, “Stupid! stupid! Stupid!”

My only real mistake of the day: letting Witchlette see that. I have been actively working with her to make sure she understands what a big deal is and is not. Yesterday, after playing at a local gymnastics facility, Witchlette realized that she didn’t know where her socks were. Oh, the meltdown that ensued. We were one of two families there, and it would be easy to do a sweep and find them. And if we didn’t find them, they’re just socks. No big deal. 

But to her, it was catastrophic. 

Perhaps I have let my guard down. Too own and gotten mad at myself too much in front of her. Perhaps she has been me berate myself one too many times. 

One tag I did do that was good was I stopped , breathed, and said, “silly mommy. This is no big deal. We are on the way to the birthday surprise and it’s going to be great. Breathe. We’re headed the right way and will be there soon.”

And we were. And it was great. 

I need to practice what I preach with her to not pass this along any further. This is one part of me that I don’t wish on her.