I kinda like ducks.
They waddle along on triple-E wide feet. They’ve been happily shaking their tail feathers since long before Jake and Elwood sang about it (sorry, not a Nelly fan). Much to the chagrin of the most expensive, hypodermic-wielding, Hollywood plastic surgeon, duck lips look much better on ducks than they do on people.
What I like most about ducks, though, is that they’re very determined to get what they want; and they’re masters at making it look easy.
Ducks float on the water seemingly without effort, never revealing how madly they may be paddling just below the surface to stay on course.
And that’s my goal. It’s not so much about fooling everyone else into thinking that I’ve got it all under control.
Because I don’t. And I never will.
But I’d like to think that , most of the time, I at least appear like I’ve got it together. I like that. It helps me feel more confident despite whatever day-to-day curve balls are thrown my way.
Whether I’m facing a big event or managing the daily routine, those unflappable little quackers inspire me to make every day “Just Ducky!”
(On the other hand, I wouldn’t mind having a lot less tail-feather to shake)
I admit, pork tenderloin isn’t exactly inexpensive; but every now and then it’s absolutely worth the splurge. This cut of meat is extremely lean, and there is virtually no waste. It’s also great for entertaining because it’s so easy and garners great reviews! I buy a double pack at the warehouse store and pop them in the freezer. Just thaw a package in the fridge for a day or two or in a sink of cool water for a couple of hours.
Whole pork tenderloin (it’s actually two pieces)
Refrigerate leftovers.
Serve with with vegetables and polenta, mashed potatoes, or risotto for an amazing gluten-free meal.
Bonus: Slice leftovers into strips. Warm in a little butter over medium heat. Add a few tablespoons of your favorite barbecue sauce and serve on a toasted bun. Top with a slice of Muenster or Provolone cheese.
When the kids were quite young, the church we attended had a remarkable woman, Mother Turk, as the associate rector. One Sunday, she called one of the parishioners and her son up to the altar. Together, they shared a lovely ritual that we, too, adopted in our home: the Evening Blessing.
Each night, before bedtime, I would go to each of my children, mark a little sign of the cross on their foreheads (or you could just give them a hug) and tell them
The Lord bless you and keep you. May the light of His face shine upon you and give you Peace.
The blessing is a simpler version of Numbers 6:24.
The Lord bless you, and keep you; The Lord make His face shine on you, And be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance on you, And give you peace.
Although the original is truly beautiful (this is from the New American Standard Bible), the language is a bit advanced for a young child and challenging to recite at the end of a long day. Mother Turk’s revision made it easier to really embrace the meaning.
Even as the children grew older (and I sometimes was in bed before they were), they would come in for Blessing. Every night. Even if we’d had a fight. Evening Blessing was always welcomed and never withheld.
I will never know how many nightmares it prevented. But I do know the comfort and feelings of closeness it brought to my children and me.
I find myself watching less and less daytime television. When I do watch, I rarely tune in to the talk shows. I have come to realize that I am somewhat (actually very) annoyed by the lip service that is paid to stay-at-home parents by much of the national media. The clichéd statement “It’s the toughest job in the world…” is repeated show after show. But I just never sense any sincerity behind it.
Consider what these shows feature. There is absolutely nothing that elevates or affirms the path stay-at-home parents have chosen. The most you get is the occasional “mommy makeover” which inherently suggests that you are not everything you should be. Not feeling any respect here.
When was the last time you saw a show about Homeschoolers that didn’t imply they are little more than religious zealots? Some of the sharpest, most self-assured children I have ever met were homeschooled. You would never guess that was even remotely possible based on talk show episodes.
Instead, they spend the majority of airtime on stories about balancing career and family. Hello…those folks aren’t home! The gatekeepers, for personal or philosophical reasons, really don’t want to affirm Domestic Commandos (aka SAHMs and WAHMs). If you think about it, it’s not all that surprising. This is not the path these individuals have chosen. And a fair number have no children at all, which is fine and probably a smart option for them.
But based on the general dismissal of all things related to being a Domestic Commando, it’s clear the gatekeepers really don’t care about our world and have their own agendas to promulgate. They make their living off of stay-at-home parents while considering themselves far superior. Maybe, if some of them read this, they’ll begin to understand why they have been losing viewers to Food Network, DIY, HGTV, Discovery and Pinterest.