Yes, I know that title makes no sense, except that Thursdays are usually my quietest day and I really look forward to them.
I am quite literally counting the hours until this day is over. It has not gone so well. Oh sure, I have had a couple minor successes. I got my nails done (I like the nails but it feels like such a major time suck to sit there when so much else needs to be done), I washed dishes by hand because the dishwasher was running already and I made Sofie an appointment at the prosthetics place for next week.
A good bit of trauma began, however, when I opened my calendar on my phone accidentally instead of my contacts. I saw that Sofie had an orthodontics appointment today at 11:50. Ugh! I had forgotten. So, I called the middle school to have them give her a note saying I would be there at 11:30. I then opened my iPad to check what days would be good for that prosthetics appointment and see that her orthodontist appointment is at 10:30! Immediately I call the school back to change the time, all the while feeling increasingly stupid. Then I am unsure. What time is her appointment really supposed to be?? I search through emails until I locate the one from the orthodondist and see that it is indeed at 11:50. Oh bother! I am NOT calling the school back again!
When I arrived, an hour earlier than really necessary, I find that she is not ready because the office never sent her the note. Good grief! We leave, rush through some paperwork at my office, hit the orthodontist and then enjoy lunch out at the new Chinese buffet. I guess that turned out OK after all.
Of course then after school Sofie needs to be picked up are so she can stay and take a test she missed, the fax I need to send gets a busy signal nine times and I run out of time to sit and wait for it, I have no plan for dinner, I totally missed the dude who came to re-check the kitchen island measurement and he didn't get the cabinet door he needs to send in to have stain-matched and I am going to bang my head on the tile floor soon because I've been trying to study for a test over cells with the 5th grader and he tells me they never talked about how the chloroplasts get energy from the sun. Hhmmm...really? THEN WHY DOES IT SAY THOSE EXACT WORDS ON YOUR STUDY GUIDE???
Of course, as any fine parent would do on a day like today, I made a bacon and sauerkraut dish. No main dish just the sauerkraut. I thought it sounded good and I had the ingredients. The kids are not going to eat it. I will let them eat cold cereal. Then we can hop off to church where I can hand out snacks because feeding people makes me happy.
Tomorrow is Thursday. Today is Thursday Eve. Tomorrow I have no appointments. Sshhhh! I know about all those things I SHOULD do tomorrow! Do you think I don't? Of course I do. But right now, the entire column under Thursday in my calendar is empty. It is beautiful.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
A Walk Down Memory Lane
Today I took advantage of the amazing fall weather and a rare commitment-free day to go for a walk. Sometimes I walk around our lake neighborhood but it is only a little over a mile and I get bored so I rarely go around more than once. Today I decided to start at one point and walk to another no matter how long it took. It took a hour and a half!
I walked along one of our community walking trails and enjoyed the bright Autumn sun and crisp air. I came across a mouse in the path....it was dead, thankfully. I watched a beautiful deer bound along the ditch and then stop and watch me approach before bounding off again into the woods. Squirrels played tag across my path and I had to laugh.
Now I have walked part of this path in the last couple of years but I always turn around at a certain point and head back. My time is always too tight. But not today. Today I blew right past my usual turn around spot and kept chugging along.
I am so glad I did! I quickly came upon the spot where Rick, the kids and I went fishing in the dark one night. We roasted weenies and made s'mores and made some memories. I smiled as I passed by.
As I continued on I entered the area where I used to run when I was waiting for Chase's adoption to go through. I have not thought of those tough days for a long time. We waited for him for 2 years and I remember the the deals I made with God as I ran; if I run to that tree we would get a call with good news. It never worked but it kept me busy.
Continuing on, I walked down the stretch of paved path where Sofie practiced walking with her first prosthesis. She was 2 years old and loved the freedom of leaving her stroller behind as she walked away. I can still hear her sweet giggle from that day.
Further on I came upon the picnic table where I sat to enjoy the view and the sound of the little waterfall when things were really stressful. I still love that spot.
Just beyond the picnic table and waterfall is the spot where I let our pet rabbits loose in the park. In my own defense, it was many years ago, I didn't know it was illegal and I thought it was a beautiful place to live if you were a bunny!
Trekking on, I recognized the little incline where Ana fell while rollerblading and broke her arm. That was a terrible day! We were a ways from the vehicle, I was running and the kids were rollerblading. Bless her heart, Ana was a trooper.
As I neared the spot where I planned to turn around I passed the one spot along the path where the pine tres smell so good. It is so odd and I don't know why it is only there but I love it. It smells like Christmas to me.
Finally I reached my turn-around point and headed back toward my car...enjoying all my memories in reverse.
I walked along one of our community walking trails and enjoyed the bright Autumn sun and crisp air. I came across a mouse in the path....it was dead, thankfully. I watched a beautiful deer bound along the ditch and then stop and watch me approach before bounding off again into the woods. Squirrels played tag across my path and I had to laugh.
Now I have walked part of this path in the last couple of years but I always turn around at a certain point and head back. My time is always too tight. But not today. Today I blew right past my usual turn around spot and kept chugging along.
I am so glad I did! I quickly came upon the spot where Rick, the kids and I went fishing in the dark one night. We roasted weenies and made s'mores and made some memories. I smiled as I passed by.
As I continued on I entered the area where I used to run when I was waiting for Chase's adoption to go through. I have not thought of those tough days for a long time. We waited for him for 2 years and I remember the the deals I made with God as I ran; if I run to that tree we would get a call with good news. It never worked but it kept me busy.
Continuing on, I walked down the stretch of paved path where Sofie practiced walking with her first prosthesis. She was 2 years old and loved the freedom of leaving her stroller behind as she walked away. I can still hear her sweet giggle from that day.
Further on I came upon the picnic table where I sat to enjoy the view and the sound of the little waterfall when things were really stressful. I still love that spot.
Just beyond the picnic table and waterfall is the spot where I let our pet rabbits loose in the park. In my own defense, it was many years ago, I didn't know it was illegal and I thought it was a beautiful place to live if you were a bunny!
Trekking on, I recognized the little incline where Ana fell while rollerblading and broke her arm. That was a terrible day! We were a ways from the vehicle, I was running and the kids were rollerblading. Bless her heart, Ana was a trooper.
As I neared the spot where I planned to turn around I passed the one spot along the path where the pine tres smell so good. It is so odd and I don't know why it is only there but I love it. It smells like Christmas to me.
Finally I reached my turn-around point and headed back toward my car...enjoying all my memories in reverse.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Why am I a Mother?
This being Mother's Day and all, I have been thinking about why I am a mother. Well, that and the fact that I was awake at 6 a.m. for no apparent reason at all with nothing to do but think.
So anyway, why am I a mom? Maybe because I have no other marketable skills. Perhaps I didn't want to go on to college. Was I raised in a home that taught me that 'good women' were wives and mothers? Who knows. All I do know is that from my earliest recollections, all I ever wanted to be was a mommy.
I loved my mom. I mean really l.o.v.e.d. my mom! She was always there to do the 'mom' stuff. She made the meals, she helped with homework, she drove us to and picked us up from school (in the towns where we lived that didn't have bussing), she was a MOM. She took her job seriously. She wasn't constantly looking for that elusive something that would fulfill her. She didn't treat mothering as something she had to do until we were old enough that she could get back to doing what she really wanted to do.
And yet, she did enrich her mind. She read a lot and on car trips, she would read the funny parts out loud. I liked that. When I was in fifth grade she took an accounting class and I recall being so impressed that she was learning that. She always had a great circle of friends and even made friends anywhere she went (or even talking to the telephone operator during a wrong number situation once. I believe her example of warmth and humor to others greatly impacted me.
So, that is what I wanted to be. I wanted to be a mom. I wanted to make a home and take care of my family. Boy, I had no clue how that idea would bloom into the crazy family I have now! I envisioned a quiet little family like the one I grew up in. Mine couldn't be further from that now.
Oh sure, it started out pretty simple. First our beautiful son was born. What a joy! I knew I wanted more children but I so enjoyed him that the four years flew by before we had our second child; our beautiful daughter. Such a juxtaposition was her birth. She was everything I wanted; a daughter who was amazing in every way. She completed our family. She was sweet-tempered and everything should've been perfect. It would've, had it not been for the 18 months of post-partum depression coupled with Rick quitting his secure job of 11 years to buy our first business. My lovely dream of motherhood collided with the harsh world of stress.
When things finally evened out five years later, we knew we were supposed to adopt a daughter from Russia. So we did and that snowballed into three more international adoptions. Of course, we didn't bring home perfect little bouncing baby bundles of joy. No, we brought home children between the ages of 19 months and 5 years, three with varying degrees of physical issues (missing limb, needing craniotomy and genetic stiffening of the joints) and bless his heart, the last one being the brother of one of the others. They were not 'bouncing baby' anythings...but they were perfect for our family.
My mothering took on an entirely different tone. No longer were my days filled with the simple things like making meals and going to the park. Now we were teaching litte ones how to live in a family and speak English. Medical issues sucked cash faster than we could make it sometimes. The emotional fallout of living in an Eastern European orphanage had to be dealt with daily.
This was nowhere near what I had ever dreamed of when I wanted to be a mom. And yet, I cannot imagine it any other way. I would have been bored silly with two 'average' kids. I love the fact that not only have I been able to be Mommy to our biological children, but also to our children who needed a second chance. What a blessing!
Maybe this sounds silly to you, but I feel like perhaps I've done a little good in the world. Not really for just my kids, but for some other kids who may have benefitted in the school system because I stomped in and asked the teachers and administration to educate themselves on children who have been raised with early childhood trauma. I know there have been other children adopted because I got the opportunity to speak about our own experiences. It's been an arduous journey for us. It's not been easy by any stretch but I liken it to digging a well by hand. It takes a long, long time and you get sore and dirty and want to give up a million times, but when it's done and you can see the fresh water being pumped out and quenching the thirst of others, you know it was worth all the hard work.
I'm quite satisfied that my childhood wish to be 'just a mom' has come true. I'm blessed to have all six of my unique and perfect (for me!) children plus a wonderful daughter-in-law. I want all of my children to follow a path that leads to their own personal happiness and I hope that my daughters will want to be moms. It is my great hope that they will see the importance of raising the next generation with strength and moral conviction...and humor and grace. There is not much applause in the daily tasks of making lunches and tying shoes or later on taking the swimsuit needed for the away meet up to the school in the nick of time. But let me tell you this, there is a deep, deep satisfaction in seeing your children being respectful, sincere, hardworking, kind, generous and able to love the Lord, themselves and others. For me, that is the big payoff.
Happy Mother's Day to my own mom, Paula Jacks, who set the example I wanted to follow, and to my wonderfully patient and accepting of a mouthy young girl who took over her son's life mother-in-law, Karen Tate. I love you both!
So anyway, why am I a mom? Maybe because I have no other marketable skills. Perhaps I didn't want to go on to college. Was I raised in a home that taught me that 'good women' were wives and mothers? Who knows. All I do know is that from my earliest recollections, all I ever wanted to be was a mommy.
I loved my mom. I mean really l.o.v.e.d. my mom! She was always there to do the 'mom' stuff. She made the meals, she helped with homework, she drove us to and picked us up from school (in the towns where we lived that didn't have bussing), she was a MOM. She took her job seriously. She wasn't constantly looking for that elusive something that would fulfill her. She didn't treat mothering as something she had to do until we were old enough that she could get back to doing what she really wanted to do.
And yet, she did enrich her mind. She read a lot and on car trips, she would read the funny parts out loud. I liked that. When I was in fifth grade she took an accounting class and I recall being so impressed that she was learning that. She always had a great circle of friends and even made friends anywhere she went (or even talking to the telephone operator during a wrong number situation once. I believe her example of warmth and humor to others greatly impacted me.
So, that is what I wanted to be. I wanted to be a mom. I wanted to make a home and take care of my family. Boy, I had no clue how that idea would bloom into the crazy family I have now! I envisioned a quiet little family like the one I grew up in. Mine couldn't be further from that now.
Oh sure, it started out pretty simple. First our beautiful son was born. What a joy! I knew I wanted more children but I so enjoyed him that the four years flew by before we had our second child; our beautiful daughter. Such a juxtaposition was her birth. She was everything I wanted; a daughter who was amazing in every way. She completed our family. She was sweet-tempered and everything should've been perfect. It would've, had it not been for the 18 months of post-partum depression coupled with Rick quitting his secure job of 11 years to buy our first business. My lovely dream of motherhood collided with the harsh world of stress.
When things finally evened out five years later, we knew we were supposed to adopt a daughter from Russia. So we did and that snowballed into three more international adoptions. Of course, we didn't bring home perfect little bouncing baby bundles of joy. No, we brought home children between the ages of 19 months and 5 years, three with varying degrees of physical issues (missing limb, needing craniotomy and genetic stiffening of the joints) and bless his heart, the last one being the brother of one of the others. They were not 'bouncing baby' anythings...but they were perfect for our family.
My mothering took on an entirely different tone. No longer were my days filled with the simple things like making meals and going to the park. Now we were teaching litte ones how to live in a family and speak English. Medical issues sucked cash faster than we could make it sometimes. The emotional fallout of living in an Eastern European orphanage had to be dealt with daily.
This was nowhere near what I had ever dreamed of when I wanted to be a mom. And yet, I cannot imagine it any other way. I would have been bored silly with two 'average' kids. I love the fact that not only have I been able to be Mommy to our biological children, but also to our children who needed a second chance. What a blessing!
Maybe this sounds silly to you, but I feel like perhaps I've done a little good in the world. Not really for just my kids, but for some other kids who may have benefitted in the school system because I stomped in and asked the teachers and administration to educate themselves on children who have been raised with early childhood trauma. I know there have been other children adopted because I got the opportunity to speak about our own experiences. It's been an arduous journey for us. It's not been easy by any stretch but I liken it to digging a well by hand. It takes a long, long time and you get sore and dirty and want to give up a million times, but when it's done and you can see the fresh water being pumped out and quenching the thirst of others, you know it was worth all the hard work.
I'm quite satisfied that my childhood wish to be 'just a mom' has come true. I'm blessed to have all six of my unique and perfect (for me!) children plus a wonderful daughter-in-law. I want all of my children to follow a path that leads to their own personal happiness and I hope that my daughters will want to be moms. It is my great hope that they will see the importance of raising the next generation with strength and moral conviction...and humor and grace. There is not much applause in the daily tasks of making lunches and tying shoes or later on taking the swimsuit needed for the away meet up to the school in the nick of time. But let me tell you this, there is a deep, deep satisfaction in seeing your children being respectful, sincere, hardworking, kind, generous and able to love the Lord, themselves and others. For me, that is the big payoff.
Happy Mother's Day to my own mom, Paula Jacks, who set the example I wanted to follow, and to my wonderfully patient and accepting of a mouthy young girl who took over her son's life mother-in-law, Karen Tate. I love you both!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Balancing Act
A Balancing Act
Do you find yourself running like a maniac during the day? I do. Do you find that you are working so hard to be organized that you’ve run out of time to enjoy life? I have. Do you find that you are so intent on making sure things are done correctly that you are making everyone else in the family miserable in the process? Oh boy, I am.
I find myself failing at these specific things each day and I am frustrated. Why? It is good to be busy, right? It’s good to be organized, right? It’s good to do things correctly, right? Well, sure, to an extent all of those things are good. But when my focus is on the running and the organizing and the correctness of everything, I have lost my way. God didn’t call me to be a City Planner or a CEO or a task master. He called me to be a mom.
Yes, yes…I know what you are saying. Being a mom involves ALL of those duties; running like crazy, organizing and doing things correctly. I know. But it’s so much more than that. Being a mom is about teaching through example how to accomplish those tasks. It’s about knowing your little people and what is going on in their hearts and in their day. It’s about spending time being happy with them even if the ‘things’ of the day aren’t done or perfect. (Jill…are you listening? Hello? Jill? ) For some, this is a monumental task. Ok, fine. For me this is a monumental task.
Possibly it has to do with the size of my family and number of businesses we own. There IS a lot to do in a day. And truly, can I tell the accountant or the bank, “Gee, sorry about the overdraft. I will do my bookwork later. I’m enjoying the kids this week!” Well, of course not. (though I’d love to!) There has to be a balance. Striking that balance is what I find difficult.
Maybe you are a little like me. I put off all fun things until the ‘un-fun’ things are done. I don’t go for a walk until I have done my bookwork, laundry, errands, menus, grocery shopping, food prep., etc. This means I rarely get to go for a walk. I don’t commit to hanging out with a friend because I know I will have work to do and if I don’t get it done right away it will pile up and then it will become unmanageable! Well, at least that’s how it feels to me. This means I rarely get to hang out with friends. I don’t want to burden my parents/older kids with the littles so I don’t ask for sitters unless I really must. This means I mostly get sitters for the ‘un-fun’ things. Then I begin to be an unhappy camper. And you know what they say: If Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy!
So I go back to the Bible and see what God has to say about my current dilemma. I know that God is not a God of chaos. I know He is a God of order and peace. I want order and peace!! Proverbs 17:1 says, “Better a dry crust with peace and quiet than a house full of feasting with strife.”
Ok, I get it. Basically it’s better to have Pizza Rolls and a happy home than a standing rib roast with 4 amazing side dishes and a cranky mother. So I’m going to work on re-aligning my priorities with His; striking a balance between the nuts and bolts of the day and being the mom I should be. How about you? Do you need to lighten up too? If so, then join me in memorizing Proverbs 17:1. God IS the God of peace!
So now I wonder, does that ‘crust’ have to be homemade? Oh boy…
Do you find yourself running like a maniac during the day? I do. Do you find that you are working so hard to be organized that you’ve run out of time to enjoy life? I have. Do you find that you are so intent on making sure things are done correctly that you are making everyone else in the family miserable in the process? Oh boy, I am.
I find myself failing at these specific things each day and I am frustrated. Why? It is good to be busy, right? It’s good to be organized, right? It’s good to do things correctly, right? Well, sure, to an extent all of those things are good. But when my focus is on the running and the organizing and the correctness of everything, I have lost my way. God didn’t call me to be a City Planner or a CEO or a task master. He called me to be a mom.
Yes, yes…I know what you are saying. Being a mom involves ALL of those duties; running like crazy, organizing and doing things correctly. I know. But it’s so much more than that. Being a mom is about teaching through example how to accomplish those tasks. It’s about knowing your little people and what is going on in their hearts and in their day. It’s about spending time being happy with them even if the ‘things’ of the day aren’t done or perfect. (Jill…are you listening? Hello? Jill? ) For some, this is a monumental task. Ok, fine. For me this is a monumental task.
Possibly it has to do with the size of my family and number of businesses we own. There IS a lot to do in a day. And truly, can I tell the accountant or the bank, “Gee, sorry about the overdraft. I will do my bookwork later. I’m enjoying the kids this week!” Well, of course not. (though I’d love to!) There has to be a balance. Striking that balance is what I find difficult.
Maybe you are a little like me. I put off all fun things until the ‘un-fun’ things are done. I don’t go for a walk until I have done my bookwork, laundry, errands, menus, grocery shopping, food prep., etc. This means I rarely get to go for a walk. I don’t commit to hanging out with a friend because I know I will have work to do and if I don’t get it done right away it will pile up and then it will become unmanageable! Well, at least that’s how it feels to me. This means I rarely get to hang out with friends. I don’t want to burden my parents/older kids with the littles so I don’t ask for sitters unless I really must. This means I mostly get sitters for the ‘un-fun’ things. Then I begin to be an unhappy camper. And you know what they say: If Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy!
So I go back to the Bible and see what God has to say about my current dilemma. I know that God is not a God of chaos. I know He is a God of order and peace. I want order and peace!! Proverbs 17:1 says, “Better a dry crust with peace and quiet than a house full of feasting with strife.”
Ok, I get it. Basically it’s better to have Pizza Rolls and a happy home than a standing rib roast with 4 amazing side dishes and a cranky mother. So I’m going to work on re-aligning my priorities with His; striking a balance between the nuts and bolts of the day and being the mom I should be. How about you? Do you need to lighten up too? If so, then join me in memorizing Proverbs 17:1. God IS the God of peace!
So now I wonder, does that ‘crust’ have to be homemade? Oh boy…
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I'm Really Not A People Person
I think that I am. I thought that I was. But I am apparently not. A people person that is...
I love people. Don't get me wrong. People are good...mostly. When I am in a group, I really enjoy myself. I'm relatively entertaining and I love to meet new people. My problem seems to be maintaining deep relationships. I am finding that I don't really want to share....myself....my time...even my stuff now and then. Maybe I've been taken advantage of too many times. Maybe I've had expectations that are just too high. Maybe I've expected to get back what I give....and haven't. Oh this blog has become such a downer!
So, let's back up. I was an extremely shy child. I liked home. I liked my mom. I did not like school or Brownies (WHO makes a small child glue cotton onto paper??? It's impossible and I hate the way cotton feels!) or summer camp or new schools or not getting my own way (if you ask my older sister). But regardless, we moved a lot and I was tossed into new school after new school where I developed humor as a coping mechanisim. I learned to approach others (despite almost paralyzing fear) and start a conversation because if I didn't, nobody was going to talk to me; they already HAD friends. I needed friends. It became a skill...almost a detachment of my true self.
Now I find that I am still adept at making new friends and I'm really pretty good at customer service. But I am not comfortable with maintaining relationships. I don't have much of a track record with that particular skill. With such a big and busy family, I don't have much time for other relationships so I probably use that as my excuse to not make the time. I'm thankful for a couple of friends who continue to touch base with me so I don't completely fade away. They ask me to do things and every time I can say YES I am so happy that I did. But, truth be told, I feel really nervous to say yes. Why? I'm 43 years old???
Is it the guilt of going and having a fun dinner with a friend when my husband is at home with the kids after a long hard day at work? Is it that I feel I should spend my time with him since we don't get much time together? Or am I really just inclined to be a hermit?
Most likely, a mixture of all of the above. Stir in the fact that I'm not good at playing the 'social' games and I really don't want to join in. I like straight forward, real communication. I don't do well ignoring the fact that a person is cheating on their spouse or is in dire financial trouble and yet continuing to live above their means. I wish I could just gloss it over....not care about it....let it go! I work on it.
My sister has the most amazing group of friends. Her social calendar is always full and that looks so appealing to me. Then again, she has 2 kids and I have 4 still at home. It's not a cop out...it makes a difference. But you know what? I am so blessed that she has shared her friends with me! What a great sister she is :) I LOVE...I mean L.O.V.E visiting her and getting to hang with her and her friends. That is one of the most amazing things about my sister...she always shares everything that she has...but I digress.
My dad is a little hermit-ish. Perhaps I have come by it honestly. Regardless, I find it hard to balance the intense demands of a busy family (with kids who's needs are slightly above average....to say the least) with friendships that are deeply satisfying.
Even when I have a day without a lot of scheduled activity, I find that what I want to do is read or write or take photographs. None of those activities seem to require anyone but myself.
Maybe when the kids are grown and gone I will feel the need to spend more time with friends. Maybe.
I love people. Don't get me wrong. People are good...mostly. When I am in a group, I really enjoy myself. I'm relatively entertaining and I love to meet new people. My problem seems to be maintaining deep relationships. I am finding that I don't really want to share....myself....my time...even my stuff now and then. Maybe I've been taken advantage of too many times. Maybe I've had expectations that are just too high. Maybe I've expected to get back what I give....and haven't. Oh this blog has become such a downer!
So, let's back up. I was an extremely shy child. I liked home. I liked my mom. I did not like school or Brownies (WHO makes a small child glue cotton onto paper??? It's impossible and I hate the way cotton feels!) or summer camp or new schools or not getting my own way (if you ask my older sister). But regardless, we moved a lot and I was tossed into new school after new school where I developed humor as a coping mechanisim. I learned to approach others (despite almost paralyzing fear) and start a conversation because if I didn't, nobody was going to talk to me; they already HAD friends. I needed friends. It became a skill...almost a detachment of my true self.
Now I find that I am still adept at making new friends and I'm really pretty good at customer service. But I am not comfortable with maintaining relationships. I don't have much of a track record with that particular skill. With such a big and busy family, I don't have much time for other relationships so I probably use that as my excuse to not make the time. I'm thankful for a couple of friends who continue to touch base with me so I don't completely fade away. They ask me to do things and every time I can say YES I am so happy that I did. But, truth be told, I feel really nervous to say yes. Why? I'm 43 years old???
Is it the guilt of going and having a fun dinner with a friend when my husband is at home with the kids after a long hard day at work? Is it that I feel I should spend my time with him since we don't get much time together? Or am I really just inclined to be a hermit?
Most likely, a mixture of all of the above. Stir in the fact that I'm not good at playing the 'social' games and I really don't want to join in. I like straight forward, real communication. I don't do well ignoring the fact that a person is cheating on their spouse or is in dire financial trouble and yet continuing to live above their means. I wish I could just gloss it over....not care about it....let it go! I work on it.
My sister has the most amazing group of friends. Her social calendar is always full and that looks so appealing to me. Then again, she has 2 kids and I have 4 still at home. It's not a cop out...it makes a difference. But you know what? I am so blessed that she has shared her friends with me! What a great sister she is :) I LOVE...I mean L.O.V.E visiting her and getting to hang with her and her friends. That is one of the most amazing things about my sister...she always shares everything that she has...but I digress.
My dad is a little hermit-ish. Perhaps I have come by it honestly. Regardless, I find it hard to balance the intense demands of a busy family (with kids who's needs are slightly above average....to say the least) with friendships that are deeply satisfying.
Even when I have a day without a lot of scheduled activity, I find that what I want to do is read or write or take photographs. None of those activities seem to require anyone but myself.
Maybe when the kids are grown and gone I will feel the need to spend more time with friends. Maybe.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Put Down the Tattoo Gun, Mom
Wow. Now we've heard about all kinds of parents who do all kinds of off-kilter stuff to their kids, but this Mom-of-the-Year candidate really takes the cake!
Jo-Jo Marsh apparently tattooed six of her seven children. She did tattoo the 10 year old but, in a burst of rare parental clarity, deemed the seven year old too young to be tatted. The design these unfortunate offspring are marked for life with is an X that Jo-Jo wants to pass off as a cross. Seriously, Jo-Jo? Why a cross? Is a cross tattoo going to somehow improve the perception of your tattooed 10 year old?
"Mommy! Look at that boy! He has an X tattooed on his hand! He must be a biker or a gangster!"
"Honey, that's not an X, that's a cross. He's obviously a nice boy! You don't have anything to be afraid of."
One might question why on Earth a parent would tat up their children. Well, Jo-Jo certainly has an answer for that query: the children were BEGGING for tattoos like hers. There you have it! Makes total sense to me. If a child BEGS for something, give it to them. It won't be long until we see the Marsh/Bartels children smoking cigs and sipping Wild Turkey if it strikes their fancy. Surely there is no value in weighing the merits of an activity and whether it is suitable for children or not. If their kids BEG, they get! My own children wish they were so lucky, I'm sure.
Ms. Marsh claims she did not know it was illegal to tattoo a child in the state of Georgia. Her response to the question regarding her knowledge of the law was, and I quote: "Oh God no, that's why I was tripping so hard, that's why I was so upset." Should we, at the very least, take some solace in that when confronted with the facts of the illegality of children being tattooed in the state of Georgia she had the decency to 'trip hard'? Nah, I didn't think so either.
Granted, I thought this woman was a kook from the get go. One does not go about inflicting painful permanent markings upon small children unless they are under the influence of mind-altering substances or perhaps victims of some disorder found in the DSM-IV.
But it gets better...or worse, as the case may be. See, we aren't talking about Kat Von D here. Jo-Jo isn't some upscale tattoo parlor owning celeb who, in true Brittney Spears fashion, tattooed up her children. That would be horrific enough. No, Jo-Jo fashioned her very own homemade tattoo gun using a guitar string as a needle. Does that make your head swim, or what?!
The kiddos were removed from the home when the parents were arrested for child endangerment and cruelty to children, but they have been returned by the Department of Family and Children Services now that the parents are out on bond. WHAT?! This woman has yet to even pretend that she's sorry or comprehend how her actions were inappropriate! She repeatedly defends herself with lame excuses such as:
1. "We didn't even break the skin barely"
2. "they are very tiny, just through a few layers, on the top, they will fade away, that's how minuscule this is."
3. She changed the needle each time
4. As the children's guardian, she should have the right to tattoo them if she chooses.
5. "Shouldn't I have say so over what goes on in my child's life? I have custody of my child, I'm not going to hurt my child."
None of those statements indicate that she thinks she did anything wrong and yet, those children are placed back in the home with her. Astounding! She's not going to hurt her child? I have a tattoo that I got at a real tattoo parlor with a real tattoo gun and it hurt! I can't imagine a child getting a tattoo with a guitar string needle not thinking it hurt. This woman is a LOON!
Those children need to be taken out of the home and Jo-Jo needs some serious help. Children aren't toys. I bet as a child all of Jo-Jo's dolls had their hair cut and were all markered up with faux tattoos. What do you think?
Jo-Jo Marsh apparently tattooed six of her seven children. She did tattoo the 10 year old but, in a burst of rare parental clarity, deemed the seven year old too young to be tatted. The design these unfortunate offspring are marked for life with is an X that Jo-Jo wants to pass off as a cross. Seriously, Jo-Jo? Why a cross? Is a cross tattoo going to somehow improve the perception of your tattooed 10 year old?
"Mommy! Look at that boy! He has an X tattooed on his hand! He must be a biker or a gangster!"
"Honey, that's not an X, that's a cross. He's obviously a nice boy! You don't have anything to be afraid of."
One might question why on Earth a parent would tat up their children. Well, Jo-Jo certainly has an answer for that query: the children were BEGGING for tattoos like hers. There you have it! Makes total sense to me. If a child BEGS for something, give it to them. It won't be long until we see the Marsh/Bartels children smoking cigs and sipping Wild Turkey if it strikes their fancy. Surely there is no value in weighing the merits of an activity and whether it is suitable for children or not. If their kids BEG, they get! My own children wish they were so lucky, I'm sure.
Ms. Marsh claims she did not know it was illegal to tattoo a child in the state of Georgia. Her response to the question regarding her knowledge of the law was, and I quote: "Oh God no, that's why I was tripping so hard, that's why I was so upset." Should we, at the very least, take some solace in that when confronted with the facts of the illegality of children being tattooed in the state of Georgia she had the decency to 'trip hard'? Nah, I didn't think so either.
Granted, I thought this woman was a kook from the get go. One does not go about inflicting painful permanent markings upon small children unless they are under the influence of mind-altering substances or perhaps victims of some disorder found in the DSM-IV.
But it gets better...or worse, as the case may be. See, we aren't talking about Kat Von D here. Jo-Jo isn't some upscale tattoo parlor owning celeb who, in true Brittney Spears fashion, tattooed up her children. That would be horrific enough. No, Jo-Jo fashioned her very own homemade tattoo gun using a guitar string as a needle. Does that make your head swim, or what?!
The kiddos were removed from the home when the parents were arrested for child endangerment and cruelty to children, but they have been returned by the Department of Family and Children Services now that the parents are out on bond. WHAT?! This woman has yet to even pretend that she's sorry or comprehend how her actions were inappropriate! She repeatedly defends herself with lame excuses such as:
1. "We didn't even break the skin barely"
2. "they are very tiny, just through a few layers, on the top, they will fade away, that's how minuscule this is."
3. She changed the needle each time
4. As the children's guardian, she should have the right to tattoo them if she chooses.
5. "Shouldn't I have say so over what goes on in my child's life? I have custody of my child, I'm not going to hurt my child."
None of those statements indicate that she thinks she did anything wrong and yet, those children are placed back in the home with her. Astounding! She's not going to hurt her child? I have a tattoo that I got at a real tattoo parlor with a real tattoo gun and it hurt! I can't imagine a child getting a tattoo with a guitar string needle not thinking it hurt. This woman is a LOON!
Those children need to be taken out of the home and Jo-Jo needs some serious help. Children aren't toys. I bet as a child all of Jo-Jo's dolls had their hair cut and were all markered up with faux tattoos. What do you think?
Friday, January 1, 2010
Ahhh..here we are to 2010. A shiney new year to begin anew all the things we slacked on last year. While a new year isn't exactly a big do-over, it is a nice clean slate to start with.
Last year I found myself all wound up ALL the time about things I had no control over. I missed out on a lot of joy because I chose to be frustrated and mad. I plan to do better on that front this year.
I've been thinking about what will be my New Year's Resolution this year. I'm not going to resolve to lose weight or work out more or not yell at bad drivers. Been there, failed at that. Besides, those are really just temporal things. Does it make me a better person if I weigh 20 lbs. less or 40 lbs. more? Am I a better human if I can run a mile in 6 minutes and my biceps look like I'm flexing even when I'm not? Oh maybe, but not to the extent that I want to be a better human.
A couple of areas that could use a little work have been on my mind lately. I'll take a risk and share them with you here. Now you will all know when I'm failing miserably! Then again, maybe I'm not alone in my failue in these areas.
Firstly, I want to love my kids for who they are and let them fail. (gasp! fail??) That sounds trite...sappy...easy. For me it's not. I know you will all be SO surprised to hear this, but I tend to have high expectations for my children. No, really, it's true. I'm hard on them. I have ADD myself and have to have a pretty strict guidelines for myself. I impose those guidelines on my children. I forget that they are children. I don't allow them to try and fail. In my quest to help them succeed, I am actually handicapping them! And why, you might ask? Because it's EASIER FOR ME! Yep. That is the sad truth. It's easier for me to keep track of things if I control it all. tsk tsk tsk... So, this year I am going to make it my mission to STEP BACK and let my children have a little more room to breathe. I'll let them make more noise in the house; at least I'll try. I'll let them play their Nintendo DS's and the Wii more often and make them study a little less. It doesn't seem to have helped and has seemed to create a boy who will do ANYTHING to evade studying. Can we all say counterproductive? I'm totally working against myself and in the process, I've created a less than happy atmosphere in the home. 2010 is the year I love my children for the unique, quirky little people that they are even if they fail and I could've have saved them from it if they had just done things MY way!
Secondly, I was challenged by a sermon by our Youth Pastor last week. He asked the question: Who would you be if you lost everything; your possessions, your support, your loved ones, your status, your livelihood...everything? Would I be whiney and angry and mad that God had allowed such things to happen to me? Well, sadly, yes. I've already been that person. Oh, I haven't lost EVERYTHING. But a few years ago, I did lose most of my support system. Through an odd and complicated set of circumstances, several years ago, just when I THOUGHT I needed them most, my network of friends said 'adios!' I was shocked and stunned. Then I was MAD. Mad at them. Mad at everyone else. Mad at God. I couldn't understand why God would 'take' all my friends away at the very time I really needed them. We had just adopted our first (adopted) child and it was a stressful time. I felt alone and adrift. God had not abandoned me and yet I totally turned on Him. This oh-so-attractive state of my being continued for several years, I am ashamed to admit. I don't really recall what turned things around, but I eventually came to my senses, made peace with God (tearfully on my knees) and reconciled with my friends. So, as you can see, my track record ain't great and I only lost one little part of my comfy world that time. I need to seriously bolster my core...my heart....my spirit. My aim is to be the person who, if all is lost, can say as Job did, "I came into this world with nothing and I will leave with nothing. Praise God anyway" (paraphrase mine) I am trying to be conscious of my thoughts and attitudes towards my 'people and things'. I know that they aren't really MINE...they are His. I know this. However, when I contemplate giving up my 'perceived' ownership of them (mostly my people), my heart beats fast and I can't fathom it. I need His help with this. I will seek His strength and wisdom and peace. My legs are pretty shakey at this right now. I feel like the child who is too scared to walk into kindergarten for the first time. I want to hang onto His leg and hide my face. I am afraid I can't do it and I am scared to try. It is my goal that by the end of the year I am skipping through the door to class by myself. Then maybe next year I'll graduate to another grade and keep on growing. That's the goal at least.
So, there you have it. The allocution of my failings and my resolution to improve in 2010. I'm looking forward to a good year; not an easy year, but a good year. Easy doesn't always equate to good, does it?
Cheers!
Jill
Last year I found myself all wound up ALL the time about things I had no control over. I missed out on a lot of joy because I chose to be frustrated and mad. I plan to do better on that front this year.
I've been thinking about what will be my New Year's Resolution this year. I'm not going to resolve to lose weight or work out more or not yell at bad drivers. Been there, failed at that. Besides, those are really just temporal things. Does it make me a better person if I weigh 20 lbs. less or 40 lbs. more? Am I a better human if I can run a mile in 6 minutes and my biceps look like I'm flexing even when I'm not? Oh maybe, but not to the extent that I want to be a better human.
A couple of areas that could use a little work have been on my mind lately. I'll take a risk and share them with you here. Now you will all know when I'm failing miserably! Then again, maybe I'm not alone in my failue in these areas.
Firstly, I want to love my kids for who they are and let them fail. (gasp! fail??) That sounds trite...sappy...easy. For me it's not. I know you will all be SO surprised to hear this, but I tend to have high expectations for my children. No, really, it's true. I'm hard on them. I have ADD myself and have to have a pretty strict guidelines for myself. I impose those guidelines on my children. I forget that they are children. I don't allow them to try and fail. In my quest to help them succeed, I am actually handicapping them! And why, you might ask? Because it's EASIER FOR ME! Yep. That is the sad truth. It's easier for me to keep track of things if I control it all. tsk tsk tsk... So, this year I am going to make it my mission to STEP BACK and let my children have a little more room to breathe. I'll let them make more noise in the house; at least I'll try. I'll let them play their Nintendo DS's and the Wii more often and make them study a little less. It doesn't seem to have helped and has seemed to create a boy who will do ANYTHING to evade studying. Can we all say counterproductive? I'm totally working against myself and in the process, I've created a less than happy atmosphere in the home. 2010 is the year I love my children for the unique, quirky little people that they are even if they fail and I could've have saved them from it if they had just done things MY way!
Secondly, I was challenged by a sermon by our Youth Pastor last week. He asked the question: Who would you be if you lost everything; your possessions, your support, your loved ones, your status, your livelihood...everything? Would I be whiney and angry and mad that God had allowed such things to happen to me? Well, sadly, yes. I've already been that person. Oh, I haven't lost EVERYTHING. But a few years ago, I did lose most of my support system. Through an odd and complicated set of circumstances, several years ago, just when I THOUGHT I needed them most, my network of friends said 'adios!' I was shocked and stunned. Then I was MAD. Mad at them. Mad at everyone else. Mad at God. I couldn't understand why God would 'take' all my friends away at the very time I really needed them. We had just adopted our first (adopted) child and it was a stressful time. I felt alone and adrift. God had not abandoned me and yet I totally turned on Him. This oh-so-attractive state of my being continued for several years, I am ashamed to admit. I don't really recall what turned things around, but I eventually came to my senses, made peace with God (tearfully on my knees) and reconciled with my friends. So, as you can see, my track record ain't great and I only lost one little part of my comfy world that time. I need to seriously bolster my core...my heart....my spirit. My aim is to be the person who, if all is lost, can say as Job did, "I came into this world with nothing and I will leave with nothing. Praise God anyway" (paraphrase mine) I am trying to be conscious of my thoughts and attitudes towards my 'people and things'. I know that they aren't really MINE...they are His. I know this. However, when I contemplate giving up my 'perceived' ownership of them (mostly my people), my heart beats fast and I can't fathom it. I need His help with this. I will seek His strength and wisdom and peace. My legs are pretty shakey at this right now. I feel like the child who is too scared to walk into kindergarten for the first time. I want to hang onto His leg and hide my face. I am afraid I can't do it and I am scared to try. It is my goal that by the end of the year I am skipping through the door to class by myself. Then maybe next year I'll graduate to another grade and keep on growing. That's the goal at least.
So, there you have it. The allocution of my failings and my resolution to improve in 2010. I'm looking forward to a good year; not an easy year, but a good year. Easy doesn't always equate to good, does it?
Cheers!
Jill
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