Monday, June 13, 2011

Shoot!

Shot a gun for the first time in my life today.
.22 caliber rifle. 
Five bullets.
DON'T MESS WITH ME!


Grateful for:

1) Enormous kindness from someone I haven't seen in 7 or so years...saved my July bacon big-time!
2) Kindly, salty old-timers who teach others patiently
3) Trying something new for the first time and enjoying it!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Highlights

I haven't blogged in ages. Part of it is that so much has gone on that if I write about anything, I'll feel bad for not mentioning other things. Like how I was between flights on Mother's Day, but rather than sit in the airport all day, I was fortunate to be able to have a lovely, albeit short, visit with all my aunts and uncles and cousins.  I only have two of each, so it was a fairly small gathering.  But that was wonderful.  

And then because of a scheduling mishap, I had 2 days between flights, so I took advantage of the window to get in another superfast visit with my bestie Joni who lives in Georgia.  She always brings me happiness.  And then I was in The City another day and my dear Keri met me for a bite to eat and a show on Broadway...we saw Catch Me If You Can, before taking the train to her house in CT for a short night's sleep before I flew out again.  So that was a lot of fun, too.  I have said it before and I stand by the claim still: There is no way your friends are better than my friends. :-)

And in other news: My youngest sister lives in Hawaii.  I hadn't been to see her there in two years, so I flew over as a surprise during President's Day. I didn't tell anyone I was coming.  I knew she was running in the Great Aloah Race that weekend, and I decided to go cheer her on.  So I flew in, took the bus to her house and she and her family weren't home. So I broke in (heh heh heh. Sneaky.) and waited till they returned.  I talked to her on the phone a few times while she was out, and she had NO IDEA I was waiting for her at the house.  That was so much fun to surprise them all!  

It was a great weekend.  But even though it was short, it wasn't too sad when we parted, because in five more weeks she was attending a conference in Denver for work, and had asked if I was interested in joining her.  As if she even needed to ask!  I hopped on a plane and we had a fun weekend together. I hung out during the day while she was at the conference, and we ate lots of tasties, met up with our cousin who lives there for a fun day, saw Red Rocks ampitheater and got my daily vitamin G (gelato).  It was great.  Saying goodbye at that airport was a little more difficult, because I wasn't expecting to see her again anytime soon.

Two weeks ago, though, she collapsed but was able to call 911.  Two ambulance rides and two hospitals later, things went south and it was dicey, but prayers were answered and she's still alive, though she lost a baby.  I jumped on a plane the day after she got home from the hospital and spent a week there helping out with the kids and "keeping them safe" (what the kids tasked me with) while she recuperated. And I did my best.  So grateful for my job that allows me to move about the country free of charge so easily!

My kids finished their school year last week.  I can hardly wrap my head around the fact that my little tiny "she-was-just-an-itty-baby-three-months-ago-wasn't-she?!" daughter is now a FRESHMAN(!?!)  And my sweet Gator?  He's going into sixth grade!  That's when so many really crappy things began to happen at school during my childhood.  But it makes me really happy that both of them are having happy childhoods.  Gator recently wrote a card saying "thanks for making my kidhood so great!"  (Do you agree that "kidhood" should be added to the dictionary?)  I couldn't be more pleased with these two darlings.  They delight me.

Hmm...in other news I went off sugar for two months.  Just kind of an experiment, and also because I was a complete addict. Did you know there was such thing?!  I consulted uncle Google and found out there IS!  I decided I needed to reign in the sugar cravings.  It was miserable for the first 3 weeks.  I was in complete withdrawal and seriously wondered if there would ever be happiness in my life again.  But eventually the cravings subsided and I feel proud of my accomplishment.  Now I'm trying to be moderate in my treat consumption. If I can't handle moderation, I'll have to go back to complete deprivation. 

A friend and I went to a free concert by Mindy Gledhill, whose music I discovered recently and fell in love with.  It was great. 

Also my sister who lives in CA came for a quick visit during a road trip and spent two nights here. She had a friend guy with her, and the two of them have the same names as my kids (it may come as a shocking revelation, but Bunch & Gator aren't really named "Bunch & Gator") so it was really confusing and fun.  I never get to see both sisters within a five-day period. 

It is notable that Doc has just finished up his intern year.  We SURVIVED!  It's so fun to see him enjoying life in a way that he really hasn't been able to for a long time.  He's going on a trip tomorrow to his bestie's house (can guys have besties?) and using some vacay time.  He starts residency in Radiology next month.

Up next on the fun-o-meter: A massive family reunion trip to an amazing tropical resort in our near future. I'll probably make that it's own post.  Just for documentation purposes.  

I hardly ever blog anymore, as you've probably noticed.  This place was once invaluable as an outlet while I healed and overcame things in my past. I have been so happy for a while now that the need for "blog therapy" has kind of diminished.  It may pick up in the future, or just stay sporadic as I feel inspired to write.  But no matter what, thanks, dear readers, for hanging in with me through all the twists and turns this patch of cyberspace has taken over the years.  We'll see what the future brings!

Grateful for:
1) Bagels (that's a story, too)
2) Chances to make a difference
3) Divine intervention in daily life

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Makes Me Smile

These are two of my all-time favorite photos that I've ever taken. Every time I see them, I feel happy. I was in Hawaii a couple years ago, eating my Kua Aina burger at an outdoor table, and this tiny friend joined me. He hung out for well-over an hour, delighting me continuously as he crept around my table and licked the formica.

Sometimes nature just makes me feel joyous. 


Saturday, April 16, 2011

Recital

My little songbird had a recital today. She's not thrilled with her performance, but she's a perfectionist. I personally think it's amazing for a long, complex, fast-paced song...and done all from memory.  She was the only performer who didn't use sheet music at the recital.  It's fun to look back to her recital last year and see how she's changed!  Love this kid!!!





Grateful for:


1) Happy relationships
2) People who develop amazing talents and share them
3) Springtime. At last. (!?!?)  And just in time for our spring break!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

An Honest Peek

Hello Bloggy Friends!
This past Sunday I gave a talk in church. Afterward, quite a few people asked if I would send it to them, and one person even sent me a letter via USPS mail encouraging me to publish it (first non-bill mail in a good while!).  Since this blog is the only place I "publish", I've decided to post it. It's a bit long (took me 17 minutes to speak) and is a departure from most of my blog posts, so please don't feel compelled to read it.  

I confess I wrestled with telling part of the talk--it is a personal experience that I haven't discussed before.  But I felt impressed that I should share it.  After all, we aren't given our insights to keep to ourselves. So for those who are interested, I hope you enjoy it.  If you'd rather listen to the mp3 version, I could email it upon request (Bunch recorded it because Doc was working and wasn't there to hear me speak).  So fwiw, here it is...
~Blue
When Scott emailed and asked me to call him, you know, it honestly never even cross my mind that he would be asking me to speak, so I happily picked up the phone and made the call.

Now, since I graduated from high school somemumblemumble years ago, I’ve spoken in church exactly six times, and each was either shortly after we moved in, or right before we moved out of a ward.  For the record, I should mention that we are not planning to move anywhere anytime soon.  

So obviously, I agreed to speak.  And as nice as it would have been if he’d assigned me to talk about something like how chocolate relates to the gospel, I have actually been asked to speak today about the matter of judging, condemning, and forgiving others.

Some of you, upon hearing my topic, might have just now decided this is a fine time for an afternoon nap.  But before you nod off, I’d like to mention that one of the things that contributes to us making judgements is something referred to as “SET”, as in mind-set.

For example, in a race, when we say “ready..., SET...”, the runners are in a state of readiness to “go”.  They expect to start running.  Similarly, we often have a mindset, or expectation, about what something, or someone, is going to be like, and this pre-set notion often predisposes us to judging or closing ourselves off. 

In one experiment, a lecturer was introduced to a class of college students as a “warm” person and to another class as a “cold” person. After his lecture, the first group not only had a more favorable impression of him than did the second group, but they also had interacted more with him during the lecture. The students’ expectations of what he would be like influenced not only their impressions of him, but also their behavior toward him.

President N. Eldon Tanner said  “If we will always look for the best in others, in our friends, in our neighbors, in our wife, in our husband, in our children, they will turn out to be the most wonderful people in the world. On the other hand, if we are looking for their weaknesses and faults and enlarge upon them, these same people may become even despicable.”

SO in light of this I just want to preface the rest of my remarks by letting you know how greatly you are going to enjoy church today!  Feel free to expect it to be fantastic, (because I could certainly use the help!)

There is a doctrine underlying the subject of judging. It was taught when a lawyer asked the Savior, “Which is the great commandment in the law?” (Matt. 22:36). 

Jesus answered:
“Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.  “This is the first and great commandment. “And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.  “On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets” (Matt. 22:37-40).
Clearly, our ability to love others is intricately tied to our view of them.  The scriptures are replete with examples about why we shouldn’t judge or condemn others, and what the consequences, to both them and ourselves is, when we do. 

The apostle Dallin H. Oaks, who was a judge by profession, was puzzled by how some scriptures command us not to judge and others instruct us that we should judge -- and even tell us how to do it. But as he studied the subject, he became convinced that these seemingly contradictory directions are actually consistent, when we view them with the perspective of eternity. He stated  “The key is to understand that there are two kinds of judging: final judgments, which we are forbidden to make, and intermediate judgments, which we are directed to make, but upon righteous principles.”

Final judgement
refers to the time when all of us will stand before the judgment seat of Christ to be judged according to our works.  We presume to make final judgments whenever we proclaim that any particular person is going to hell (or to heaven) for a particular act, or as of a particular time.  

We must refrain from making final judgments on people because we lack the knowledge and the wisdom to do so. The Lord’s way of final judgment will be to apply His perfect knowledge of the law a person has received and to judge on the basis of that person’s circumstances, motives, and actions throughout his or her entire life.

The Savior taught us about this form of condemning another person in the account of the woman taken in adultery in John chapter 8.  After the crowd who intended to stone her had departed, Jesus asked her about her accusers. “Hath no man condemned thee?”  When she answered no, Jesus declared, “Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more”.

The Lord obviously did not justify the woman’s sin. He simply told her that He did not condemn her—that is, He would not pass final judgment on her at that time. This interpretation is confirmed by what He then said to the Pharisees: “Ye judge after the flesh; I judge no man” (John 8:15). The woman taken in adultery was granted time to repent, time that would have been denied by those who wanted to stone her.

The Savior gave this same teaching on another occasion: “And if any man hear my words, and believe not, I judge him not: for I came not to judge the world, but to save the world” (John 12:47). 

The majority of probably us don’t spend a lot of time passing final judgement on others, but what we likely do struggle with on a regular basis is intermediate judgement.

Stereotypes are opinions of another, based on such superficial things as their:
Car, bike, house, yard, hobbies, talents, education, degree, profession, employer, politics, neighborhood, nationality, religion, race, age, gender, friendships, personality, piercings, tattoos, attractiveness, body weight, clothing, hairstyle, their single, married, widowed, or divorced status, family size, how their kids are “turning out”, callings they’ve held, status in the community, who they’re friends with, their school or alma mater, their favorite sport teams, known successes and accomplishments, or known mistakes or failures. 
Obviously, our own experiences affect how we perceive others. We tend to use ourselves and our experiences as a frame of reference for judging the behavior of others.

A newspaper columnist, Sidney J. Harris, once vividly depicted one way we do this: 
“I am the man in the middle; for the middle is, by my definition, where I stand. … I am a ‘friendly’ sort of person; anyone more friendly than I is ‘familiar’; anyone less friendly than I is ‘aloof.’ I am an ‘open’ person; anyone more open than I is ‘brutally frank’; anyone less open than I is ‘devious.’ … I am a ‘determined’ person; anyone more determined than I is ‘pig-headed’; anyone less determined than I is ‘indecisive.’ … I am a ‘realistic’ person; anyone more realistic than I is ‘cynical’; anyone less realistic than I is ‘naive.’ …”
Even if our stereotypes were accurate and we could perceive intent as well as behavior, we would still not be qualified to judge. The Lord indicated the reason for this in his Sermon on the Mount when he told us to not be too concerned about the mote in our brother’s eye until we get the beam out of our own eye. (Matt. 7:3–5)   Despite what we like to believe about ourselves, we are not the man in the middle.

How we secretly judge can influence how we interact with others, even if we think we’re “keeping them to ourselves” by not voicing critical opinions. Which brings me to the matter of condemning.

One of the most common ways of condemning others is through gossip. 
N. Eldon Tanner once said:
Gossip is the worst form of judging. The tongue is the most dangerous, destructive, and deadly weapon available to man. A vicious tongue can ruin the reputation and even the future of the one attacked. Insidious attacks against one’s reputation, loathsome innuendoes, half-lies about an individual are as deadly as those insect parasites that kill the heart and life of a mighty oak. They are so stealthy and cowardly that one cannot guard against them. As someone has said, “It is easier to dodge an elephant than a microbe.”
Brigham Young had much to say about this matter:
“Respect one another; do not speak lightly of each other. Some, if they get a little pique against an individual, are disposed to cast him down to hell, as not worthy of a place upon earth. O fools!~not to understand that those you condemn are the workmanship of God, as well as yourselves! God overlooks their weaknesses; and so far as they do good, they are as acceptable as we are. Thank God that you know better, and be full of mercy and kindness
.

“If your neighbors talk about you, and you think that they do wrong in speaking evil of you, do not let them know that you ever heard a word, and conduct yourselves as if they always did right.”

“Let all Latter-day Saints learn that the weaknesses of their brethren are not sins. When men or women undesignedly commit a wrong, do not attribute that to them as a sin. Let us learn to be compassionate one with another; let mercy and kindness soften every angry and fretful temper, that we may become long-suffering and beneficial in all our communications one with another.”
President Tanner remarked
“If there be one place in life where the attitude of the agnostic is acceptable, it is in this matter of judging. It is the courage to say, “I don’t know. I am waiting for further evidence. I must hear both sides of the question.”
It’s no coincidence that frequently, when the Lord mentions judging and condemning, He also reminds us to forgive, so that we can be forgiven.  During our most recent stake conference a talk was given about how at times, it’s much easier to say “I’m sorry”, than it is for the other person to say “I forgive you”, and I feel like in my life, that has been absolutely true. but I have a testimony about forgiveness, and how it relates to the atonement, and I would like, for the remainder of my remarks, to share how I obtained it with you.

My childhood was marked by neglect and abuse.  When I was small, I learned the gospel at church and knew that forgiving others was important, and tried my best to just be good and pretend that everything was okay so that those who had hurt me wouldn’t feel bad about what they had done.  That was how I coped during all those years.

I didn’t realize at the time that there is a difference between letting things go (avoiding dealing with them, ignoring the pain they inflicted and the consequences associated with it), and forgiving anotherCan I repeat thatThere is an important distinction between letting things go, and forgiving another in our hearts

It wasn’t until I was an adult that, for the first time, everything that had happened was discussed.  I was told at that time that it was my job to forgive, and I didn’t disagree...because I knew that was what I must do. 

I said the words...I honestly meant them.  And I had a prayer about the situation...told Heavenly Father now that everything was out in the open, that I forgave them and was going to just carry on as though it had never happened. 

For years I honestly thought I had forgiven them, because I truly wanted them to have happy lives, and wished them no harm, and forced myself to behave as though it was  all forgotten whenever we interacted.  But I had this heavy weight with me ALL THE TIME, like a little dark cloud following me around. And it was taking it’s toll.

A few years ago I finally started to wonder if maybe I hadn’t forgiven them, because of how I was feeling inside still.  I listened to talks about forgiveness, pleaded with God for help and reprieve, and wondered what I was doing wrong because I was still mired by the past.

I wanted to know HOW forgiveness actually happens. Were there some magic words I needed to chant or something? Because I clearly didn’t get itHow does the atonement actually work?!, I wondered.  HOW does one accept the wondrous invitation to “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28).   Because I needed rest.

Then a year ago we had our stake Easter Devotional and Vaughn J Featherstone gave a talk about forgiveness, and while he spoke, I was hoping I’d find the elusive answer that I needed, but by the end of the talk I still hand’t grasped that piece of the puzzle. I decided to have a follow-up conversation with a local church leader because clearly, I am a remedial student and needed some tutoring on just HOW to move forward.

I am so grateful for inspired leaders. After listening to my situation, he counseled that I probably had to say the words again, (to say “I forgive them”)…and that I should probably start with them in my prayers. Because, as he noted, “you can’t pray a lie”.  Those words, “you can’t pray a lie”, sank into my heart, and I knew that even though I’d said them before way back in the day, for some reason I needed to say them again... with real intent.

To me, it felt a little bit like the story in Mark chapter 9 where the Lord says “If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth”, and the father of the afflicted boy says “Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief”...because I forgave, but I needed help with my unforgiveness.

That night I began say the words...to say I forgive them, and then asked Heavenly Father to make them true, to help me forgive, to ratify those words. I began praying for them every day as well.

This was (and still is) honestly one of the hardest things I have ever gone through. And I know that sounds crazy, because come on, they’re only words. But really, Matthew 5:44 -- which is the verse about Love your Enemies, Bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them that despitefully use you and persecute you-- that can be one of the very hardest true principles to live if someone has seriously harmed you.  But it works!

It didn’t happen in a moment or an instant, but within a few weeks of applying that principle, and praying for them on a daily basis, that huge grinding weight, that had been like my shadow my whole life--so long that it almost felt like it was just part of who I am-- started to dissipate.  The hard knot in my heart that I didn’t even know was there began slowly untangling itself, and I began to feel strangely peaceful and happy for the first time. This has been the happiest year of my whole life, in fact.  I think it is at least a small part of what it means to Come Unto Him, and cast my burden at His feet. I’m sure there is more to learn.

I believe there are all kinds of forgiveness in this life, and some are easier than others. But partly because it took so many years, this was an important realization for me…and I’ve shared this experience today with the  hope that perhaps it might help someone else who may be struggling to figure out HOW to actually forgive. Or inspire each of us to make more of an effort to actually forgive others, vs. just letting things go...secretly judging them in our hearts... so that we might be sanctified.   Because it’s changing our hearts that is so frustratingly difficult!  But that’s the real power of the atonement, right there...

In closing, I hope that we may all strive a little harder to be less judgmental and critical of others...because it is simply impossible to slice cheese so fine that it doesn’t have two sides. There is always more that we don’t know.  When we reach out and give people a chance...give them the benefit of the doubt and err on the side of generosity in our opinions of them, we all win.  Because, “For now we see through a glass, darkly; Now we know in part; but then shall we know even as also we are known.”

That we will each be able to forgive those who who trespass against us, and enjoy the sweet calm and peace that the Savior’s atonement offers to us as we do, is my prayer in the holy name of Jesus Christ, whom I know to be an ally and friend, and who is the son of God, Amen.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Miss Ryan

Happy Saint Patricks Day!

I committed yesterday to share my very first journal entries from little, eleven-year old Blue. So here you go, exactly as written 31 years ago today (Gives me great hope for Gator, frankly!):

March 17, 1980 - Saint Pactricks Day Monday
Thay anounced the winners of the play and I was suposed to be Miss Hanigan
I hate Miss Hanigan and Miss Ryan my Mean fith grade teacher kicked me out
Kim Pricherd got the part I wanted, Annie
Boy I hate Miss Ryan
Miss Ryan Hates Me so Much
she wouldnt even tell me who grace was

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March 19, 1980
Mrs. Ryan Likes me now and
Im in the play as Miss Hanigan
But I dont care that much
Im in math right now But i'm done.


(Sadly, the next entry was seven months later so we will ever be deprived of further detail about the glories of playing Miss Hanagan which were increased by the casting of my younger sister as one of the orphans I got to pick on.)

I've written before about Miss Ryan (no, she didn't get married between entries). She was my all-time favorite teacher and had an invaluable impact on me at a critical time in my life. So I was surprised when I read that first entry to Gator. My childhood was a field of extremes...love, hate, good, bad, ugly, pretty, all, nothing. It's taken a lot of work to embrace the middle, the myriad shades of gray.

Two months ago while on a layover in California I decided to track down my beloved teacher. She's been married for decades now, but she always will be Miss Ryan to me because I refuse to grow up.

I had so many questions for her. I wanted to know if she knew, or even suspected, anything about my home life and how things were going for me. I mean, it was 1980...a different era in terms of awareness of neglect and abuse. But still, was that why she took an interest in me? Did she know what a huge impact she had on me?

It was a Sunday evening when I finally met up with her. Ever the superhero teacher, she was in her classroom at the school where she now teaches, preparing for her week.

I only had an hour before I had to head back to the airport, but it was such a sweet visit for me. Miss Ryan's had thousands of students in the course of her career, yet she absolutely remembered me (I must have a way about me).

Miss Ryan and me...31 years later
We had a nice visit, filling in the gaps in our lives. I was able to thank her for what she did for me...after telling her how important she was in my life. Despite what I wrote on March 17, 1980, she really has always been one of my heroes...one of my life's angels. And being in that play was the start of some fun experiences for me...despite not getting to wear the red afro wig!

So the moral of these stories is (this really should have been part of yesterday's post), keep a journal, kids! You never know but what it might come in handy in enchanting your beloved someday. And it's like free therapy when you're struggling...but be honest and thoughtful about what you write. Show the whole picture. We can't learn and grow from our mistakes and follies, or see how far we've come, if we don't acknowledge them. And your kids won't be able to laugh their heads off at how ridiculous you use to be if you don't put in all the good stuff! Put the date on each page. Don't bother with stuff that really doesn't matter, but do include feelings and thoughts that are significant. Remember, venting on paper is better than being mean to others. You can always tear a page out if you really don't want words you've written to be remembered...but you can't take actions or spoken words back.

Have you ever gotten in touch with someone you'd lost touch with from your past (not counting Facebook)? Did you have any heroes as a child? Were any of your teachers exceptionally important in your life?

Grateful for:
1) Education. Gracious, I had no idea how atrocious my grammar and spelling use to be!
2) Perspective that comes through the passage of time.
3) Chances to thank those who have blessed my life.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Usefulness of Journals

Recently, the value of keeping a journal has been on my mind, and Gator, my eleven year old, pointed out to me that he didn't have one. 

I know...Major Momma Slackitude!  (If that were only the worst of it...)

Bunch has a robust collection of pretty blank notebooks and journals, and loves writing in them.  It's kind of an odd thing to collect, but she loves them and has been journaling for years.  (She also collects pencils. They pair nicely with the journals.)

While I began keeping a journal as a 5th grader, the ever-overachieving Doc started keeping a journal when he was in 3rd grade.  He was a special child.  In fact, it was this very journal that made me fall in love with him.  I am absolutely serious about this, even though you might think it was his handsome looks, his winsome personality or keen intellect. Nope. It was his journal that hooked me.

Doc and I were already close friends.  He'd been knocked for a loop by my certain charms from the very start, but I had kindly told him "I just want to be friends." He surprised me by saying that was fine, and quickly proceeded to become my favorite person. But I hadn't yet been caught up by his tractor beam.  It's possible I might have had trust issues. 

So one night Doc announced that he wanted me to read his journal. The journal he'd vowed early on that no one would ever read so he could be completely honest in it.  About everything (including me. As it turned out).

It took some arm twisting, but I finally agreed to it.

By the time I turned the last page, I was done for.  My heart was captured and confirmed his.  In those pages it was as though I came to know the soul of this young man, and in knowing him I couldn't resist just loving him.  (I believe that's where that expression actually originated.)

He was just eighteen years old, and that journal had started when he was nine.  Half his life was represented.  And unlike my journal, which I was suddenly very self-conscious of, his was focused on things actually worth remembering

To clarify: I'd spent years faithfully writing about my days...what I ate (fascinating!), what time it was when I went to bed, how much sleep I got or didn't get, what I wore that day, who gave me rides to things, how much homework I had, and wondering why if I was defective.  Every now and then I tried to include something with the intent that if someone ever DID read select entries, you know, AFTER I WAS DEAD, they'd maybe think I was kind of awesome.  So there I was, writing to my invisible audience. 

It was painful to realize what a waste of time and what a missed opportunity my journal was.  Doc hadn't written as often as me, but when he did write, it was to record significant experiences, things he was thinking about as he grew from a boy into a man.  He wrote down spiritual experiences, answers to prayers, things that were important to him, his hopes, plans and dreams.  He didn't omit things that might show his frailties and shortcomings...it was the whole picture.  And I was dumbfounded by his honesty and trust (in letting me read it). 

I wished someone had taught me the why, what and how of keeping a journal. I had no idea how useful and worthwhile keeping one could be.  Mine is truly so awful that I've only glanced through it a couple times in the past 30 years. 

But this past weekend I finally bought Gator a journal, and in an overcompensating attempt, I even had his name inscribed on it. (I think Bunch was jealous.) 

After he'd written his first entry, he asked if he could read my journal from when I was a kid.  In case I needed to edit out any parts Because my penmanship was positively terrible, I decided I'd read it to him and use my fifth-grade self as a kind of what not to do when it comes to journaling. 

It was enlightening to say the least...especially reading it out loud to my kid. I really was completely all-or-nothing as a child.
 
Turns out that tomorrow, March 17th, is the 31st anniversary of my first journal entry...and since this post is already too long, I will continue this tale, INCLUDING SHARING the very first two journal entries OF MY LIFE, complete with errors.  Which faithful readers will note means blog posts for 3 days in a row.  It's like a party. Without food!
 
HELPFUL TIP FOR THE DAY:
Don't forget to wear green to bed tonight...kids these days start the pinching early!
 
 

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Movies

As they mature, we're enjoying watching movies from the past 25 years or so with Bunch and Gator.  Shows that came out before they were born, or that they were too young to enjoy when we first saw them.  


I've been asked if I could share our list, so I decided to put it on here and solicit additions.  Are there any we've forgotten that you think we should consider? (Note: some shows might not be listed because they've seen them already, eg: Star Wars, Pirates OTC, Harry Potter, LOTR, etc, but feel free to suggest any favorites we might have overlooked.)  Our library has most movies in their system, and we have been taking advantage of their free week-long rentals.

Apollo 13
Forest Gump
What Dreams May Come
Sleepless in Seattle
While You Were Sleeping
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
The Truman Show
Edward Scissorhands
Princess Bride
Groundhog Day
What About Bob
Big
Ever After
Return To Me
Empire of the Sun
Man From Snowy River
Cast Away
The Karate Kid movies
Adventures in Babysitting
Back to the Future movies
Ghost Busters
Mrs. Doubtfire
The Scarlett Pimpernell


Some movies are still a bit mature or scary for our kids, but  we'll watch with them when they're a bit older:
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City of Angels
The Mission
Pay It Forward
Sixth Sense

Grateful for:
1) Family time
2) Good entertainment
3) The big tv and comfy couch that make these times so much nicer!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Catching the moments

"Will you tuck me in?!" his hopeful voice asked. 

At eleven years old, my baby is quite capable of putting himself to bed, and has been for a long time.  But he still regularly asks me, after prayers are said and teeth are brushed, if I will tuck him in.

For a lot of years, when I was struggling under the heavy blanket of depression, once my kids were old enough, I would often find a way to get out of making the trek downstairs to tuck them in.  It felt like a delay tactic, one way to prolong the bedtime routine.  

But for about nine months now, I've felt grand.  It's such an amazing thing, to feel happy, peaceful, alive.  And one of the best parts is the new, increased enjoyment of my sweet children.  I confess feeling regret that so many years of their childhood slipped quickly by while I was weighed down, unable to be present with them in the manner I wished I could be. I did what I could, and I'm not saying they've had a bad childhood by any means, but I wished I could have ALWAYS felt like I do now. That I had crammed even more love, magic and happy memories into their daily lives. I wish I had never missed a chance to snuggle with and tuck them into their nests at night.

I don't have a single memory of my parents tucking me in as a child. Tenderness from them would have been confusing for me anyway.  Of course like any person I wanted to feel loved and cared for, but when factored with the things that went on a lot of the time with them, it also made me uncomfortable.  So I was stuck.

There was a lovely British family that we got to know through my brother's soccer team, and one evening their mother, Sandra, was over at our house.  I had always liked her gentle ways and beautiful accent, and enjoyed any chance to visit with her, but I had a 6:00 a.m. class in the morning, and had to say goodnight before she had left.  I had just turned out the light and crawled into my bed when Sandra came into the garage, wove her way over to my bed, pulled my covers up and kissed my cheek goodnight, and wished me sweet dreams.  After she left, I lay there in the darkness, weeping because of the kindness she had shown me. It felt so strange and lovely all at once, to be cared for in that simple way.

So now, whenever I hear the words "will you tuck me in?" (and even on nights when I'm not asked) the answer is a definite yes.  Yes, my darlings, I would love to tuck you in...for as long as you want to be tucked.  It is my privilege and joy to take a moment at the end of your day to tuck you in. 

And with every tuck in, I hope I can infuse them with double loves, to make up for the nights when I missed taking the time to show them how much they really mean to me.  

Grateful for:
1) The fact that my children would even WANT me to tuck them in.
2) Kisses goodbye whenever we part ways.
3) Hugs. Lots of hugs.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Little Bee

There are myriad authors in the world, but comparatively few actual writers.  Chris Cleave is a writer.

I found a book entitled  Little Bee by British author Chris Cleave on an airplane this week…left by a previous passenger. I started reading it during a transcontinental flight, and then couldn’t put it down to go to sleep when I got home despite major fatigue and the extra late hour.

Not only that, I then forced Doc to listen to my synopsis of it…followed him around reading passages that stuck with me.
 
I never EVER write in books. But this book seemingly forced me to underscore points that I didn’t want to forget, ideas or thoughts which I wanted to share with others. I hadn't gotten past page 8 before I was moved to do this.

The majority of books I read are kind of like popcorn…you enjoy it while you’re eating it, but it’s not an experience that stays with you or stands out in your memory. Little Bee is is like an extraordinary gourmet meal at a 3-star Michelin restaurant in France. You will never forget it. But it's better than a meal, because it just might change how you view the world, and who you are in it.

Grateful for:
1) People who are good.
2) Hope
3) Grace