Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Bauer Bunch Best Of {2014}

The time has come to flip calendars, clean out cabinets, and start over.

Before we begin declaring resolutions, however, it's nice to see where we have been. I'm doing that by sharing my twelve favorite posts of 2014. The stories linked below aren't just weekend recaps or kid quotes. While I'm happy to have those memories recorded, these posts meant a little more to me, and maybe to you, too. They are my favorites for different reasons, but if you're waiting for the ball to drop, feel free to read and find out why. I've provided the first few lines of each post so you can pick and choose.

Happy New Year, friend! Whether you've heard all these stories before or you're clicking for the first time, thanks for joining me on my journey. I wish you all the best in the coming days. Here's to letting go, jumping in, and making the most of the time we have. Cheers! I'll see y'all next year.


JANUARY: Today I Will...

"I have been a little overcome by the thoughts rolling around in my brain lately.
I've been thinking about all of life's crap storms that rush in unannounced, completely beyond our control. Not necessarily just in my life, but in the lives of people I love, in the lives of people I don't know, and maybe in your life, too. They bring waves of pain before we've begun to seek shelter."


FEBRUARY: Never Say Never

"I'd like all the mamas to think back a few years for this one.
Back to the days when parenthood was just a twinkle in your eye. It was a magical experience in the near future, sure to fill your hearts with love and your homes with laughter. Seven years after making that decision, everything I just said is true, but you and I both know it's not always the case."


MARCH: Cold Coffee

"When I was young, my mom's coffee used to live in the microwave.
I'm about 95% sure she didn't actually make it in the microwave, because I remember the predawn beeping that signaled the arrival of morning fuel. Obviously, this wasn't my beverage of choice, so I turned my back toward the sound of her slipping on her robe and walking down the hallway."


APRIL: Solo Mission

"It seems that the days I take my children to the doctor solo, it gets complicated.
There was that one time I had to watch the X-ray tech stuff Baby Owen into an upright tube with his arms stretched above his head. Then there was the time four-year-old Nathan was given a surprise blood draw and scheduled for a a colonoscopy. Then there was Friday's three-hour visit that involved several firsts for my daughter."


MAY: Missing My Manual

"All three of these hands get into everything, make messes, and fit in mine perfectly.
Yesterday I spoke about how it can feel a bit unnecessary to be honored for performing the tricky song and dance that is motherhood. Then I came home to stepping stones featuring my three babies' tiny hand prints, a snowman drawn by my three-year-old, a poem written by my six-year-old, and a baby girl with arms high in the air after missing me all weekend. It wasn't half-bad, really."


JUNE: Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

"I spent the last thirty-seven minutes looking for a purple pacifier.
I've poured three cups of milk and one cup of Hawaiian Punch, I've used a thermometer two different ways and administered proper medicine, I've reheated my coffee and started a laundry load that did not smell good, I've separated a fight and saved a bracelet from the toilet, and it's only 7:30. Contrary to my introduction here, I'm not here to whine. I'm here to set up the fact that in the very, very near future I'm going on vacation.


JULY: Birthday Letter

"Dear Nathan,
As I sit here at work, watching you twiddle your thumbs and count paperclips, I can't help but think about something you said the other day. You told me you were halfway to the teens. As much as I'd like to shove that thought out of my head, it makes me realize just how long you've been around. Believe me, I know seven is barely the beginning, but you're a far cry from that bitty baby in preemie clothes."


AUGUST: To My Daughter

"Dear Nora,
I've been trying to figure out what to say to you for a while, my sweet baby. I have so much to tell you that I can't narrow it down. My brain is bubbling over with words and advice and perspectives about raising a baby who will become a woman. I want to tell you how incredible it is to have a daughter who can learn from my mistakes and grow. I want to tell you how terrifying it is to have a daughter who can repeat my mistakes {and grow}."


SEPTEMBER: Raising a Trio

"I was talking with a friend of mine the other day about the art of raising three children.
Her brood grew to this size in March, and I asked if she knew how to handle it yet. Although I had my pencil poised at the ready to take notes, her answer was "not at all." I'd say the fact that we keep all six of these kids dressed, fed, and somewhat clean means we're doing something right, but it got me thinking about my own survival tactics."


OCTOBER: When Parents Grieve

"I was due to deliver my second child four years ago today.
For about six weeks, October 10 was a wonderful date. My future was laid before me and all thoughts revolved around our new life. We found out in March 2010, however, that the date would mean something different. That pregnancy ended in miscarriage and though I've delivered two babies since then, my heart still aches for the one I never held."


NOVEMBER: Mama's Thanks

"Thanksgiving, Thursday, and theme all start with the same consonant blend. Let's do this.
In keeping with the series I made up last week, I'm here a week before turkey day to count my blessings. Three of the biggest blessings in my life are the ones I met in sterile hospital rooms. Although "mama" is not the only word that describes me, that role has shaped the person I've become."


DECEMBER: Christmas Cookies

"George Strait isn't the only one who sure does like those Christmas cookies, babe.
One of my favorite Christmas traditions has always been the icing of the sugar cookies. I'd help my mom roll out the dough after covering the kitchen in flour and we'd delicately cut out trees and angels, bells and stars, and everyone's favorite Gingerbread Man. She'd mix all requested colors and our sprinkle lineup was extensive."

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2 comments:

Karen Weido said...

Your Cold Coffee was one of my favorite posts of the year.

Jessica Bauer said...

Thank you, Karen! One of my very favorites, too. :)