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Of Sleeping Babes and Sorting Minds

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“It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are alseep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of site. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.”

-J.M. Barrie, Peter and Wendy

Harry and I have been reading Peter Pan. I use it as a way to expose him to new words, and to entertain whilst doing so. Believe it or not, I’ve actually never read the story of Peter Pan, though I’ve seen it done in so many different movies (my favorite being Finding Neverland. Have you seen it? Amazing.). It’s amazing how, with the birth of my first son, my perspective has changed. I no longer relate to the children of the stories, which, up until age 26, I did. I now see the love, affection, heartache, of the mother. In all stories.

This passage struck a cord with me. I have many hats, but my favorite one to wear, and the most important, is Mum. Everything I do is hopefully for the best when it comes to Harry. At least that is my intention. And so watching Mrs. Darling tidy up Wendy, John, and Michael’s minds is where I find myself in these books. I see bits of Harry in John, Michael, the lost boys, even Peter Pan. But I find myself when Mrs. Darling is tidying her babies minds at the end of the day, with her sweet mocking mouth keeping that elusive kiss in the right hand corner.

xoxo, Mallory

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Dream Mallory

Dream Identity

A huge part of my identity is reserved for “Wife” and “Mum.” It’s just who I am. I wouldn’t be me without my two loves. I might lose feminism points with some people but they have shaped my being in ways they will never know. And I’m sorry, but I feel like that’s a whole different kind of feminism. Different topic for a different day.

These two are such a huge part of my day to day, which is why it’s so strange that Dream Mallory is married only about 30% of the time. And a Mum, rarely ever. I realized this the other day: in my dreams, Jonathan is not always my husband. And I usually have no Harry. And when I do have a Harry, I’m almost always separated from him. What does this mean?!

I’m a firm believer in dreams. Meaning something. Meaning what? I don’t know. Something. Your unconscious talking to you? Maybe. Your brain firing off the most random of your thoughts? Possibly. But I always remember my dreams. And they’re always strange.

So I started to ask myself why a huge part of my personality (I mean huge) is absent in my dreams. Why don’t I have Dream Jonathan and Dream Harry alongside me in my dreamtime adventures? It’s not like I have a different Dream Husband and Dream Child. It’s just me a lot of the time. Where are my loves?

I’ve come to this conclusion. I spent 22 years developing and honing Dream Mallory. Creating an identity. 22 years of that before I wed my J. So the last (almost) four years don’t seem like quite enough time to change something so unconscious yet. Dream Mallory is slowly bringing Dream Jonathan along to her strange dream-y adventures. And as for Harry, it’s only been three months with that dude. Dream Mallory was never pregnant, so to throw a Dream Harry in there 100% of the time, would be crazy. Eventually, Dream Harry will be in there. All the time. Alongside Dream Jonathan and Dream Mallory. But for now, Real Mallory spends as much time soaking up Real Harry time so she doesn’t miss him too badly when she sleeps.

Okay, that officially turned weird. But think about it. What is your dream self like?

xoxo, Mallory

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Corstorphine Abbey

You guys, I have a secret dream. I would do anything to run away to Scotland, buy a giant, old, decrepit building, and turn it into something wonderful. A gorgeous boutique hotel, that I could decorate with warm, red tartan and 12 foot sparkly Christmas trees this time of the year. A place where I could live with my family (and our two Scottish Wolfhounds, because I would have two – Reg and Mac) and work with some great people. An inn that would be so cozy and a breakfast cafe where Jon could show off his mad breakfast skills.

I even have a building and a name picked out: Corstorphine Abbey. I think about this a lot.

What’s your secret dream?

xoxo, Mallory

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Tiny House


Watch out Grandpapa, because we want to build a Tiny House in Montana.

Have you ever heard of Tiny Houses? I’m obsessed. OBsessed. Small, simply living. Efficient and easy. A cozy spot to land after enjoying the land. A small footprint. And a perfect addition to Papa’s land up in Montana… right?

My wish list for a Tiny House would be this:

.small. very small. big enough for me, Jon, and our kids.

.heated by a wood stove.

.a window with a view.

.electricity, running water, shower, toilet, sink, small oven. I don’t want to be camping.

.cozy, cozy, cozy.

.a big chair to read and unwind in.

.a perfect spot for a Christmas tree.

It wouldn’t be our everyday home. It would be a vacation home. And the best part would be the big house and the people in it a short walk across the snow covered land. What do you think Papa?

xoxo, Mallory

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