Sunday, December 24, 2017
My mother started a tradition when I was a baby of giving me a new ornament every year so that when I grew up I’d have my own start. We kept that going with my daughter but went a step further. Everything on our tree is handmade or was a gift. We have spent many nights together with friends painting plaster and wooden ornaments. My husband sculpts some great sculpey ornaments and I paint them. And when we decorated the tree, Alyssa had to be the one to put the Christmas Spider on the branches near the top, in a place of honor.
If you don't know the Legend of the Christmas Spider, here you go!
A few years ago, I remarried and welcomed two more daughters into the family. They noticed right away how many ornaments had Alyssa’s name on them, so my husband and I began making new ornaments for all three girls. Each year brings a few new ornaments with Alyssa, Kayla, and Mich on them. Last year things began to change. My middle daughter moved away, taking all her ornaments with her. Though we still had the other two, we were no longer all together. The spider was gone. Her ornaments were gone. Her childhood was over.The shiny holiday had a dull film over it all.
This year Alyssa is back, but it isn’t the same. It changes when they move out. Even if they return it never goes back to the way it was before…for you or for them. I guess that is life and probably as it should be. They grow up and move out and start their own lives.
This holiday season has been one of transition for me. We always made a big deal about decorating the tree. We brought out all the ornaments, played Christmas music, and drank hot chocolate. My husband would sit and watch the rest of us, but he would make jokes and get us all laughing. My youngest stepdaughter never really got into the decorating, but she would join us for the required amount of time. There was still a spirit of family and humorous acceptance of our parental cheesiness. This one was a bit of a disaster. My aunt left the room due to chaos and noise. One daughter thought the almost bare tree was fine. One sat with a group of friends and barely noticed what was happening. One said she had already done her part. And the spirit of family just wasn't there... We forced it, and that just does not work with adult children. Nobody enjoyed that. So that got me thinking of how to deal with all the changes.
I miss my baby. I miss the excitement on Christmas morning. I miss the innocence. I miss the cookie decorating and having a child that was thrilled to make ornaments with her mommy. I am thankful. I am blessed. I know that. It is a time of change though. I'm having to learn new ways to do things. I was depressed at first and still have moments, but then I thought of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
I have had my time with young children and teenagers. Now it is time to have my time with young adults.
Hold your little ones close. They grow up WAY too fast!
And let me borrow your babies once in a while :)
Sunday, May 28, 2017
As I was browsing Facebook I saw some pictures posted by a family I know. Looking at their happy faces, it made me think of the children I serve that live in poverty. I know that may seem strange, but education is a passion for me.
My mind drifted to the thirty-million word gap the majority of children in poverty bring with them to kindergarten.
Here's a good place to start if you are interested:
I then began to think of all the other gaps with children in poverty, and the reality is that these gaps add up and end up more of an ocean.
There is an experience gap. Many children from lower socioeconomic backgrounds never leave their county. Put those children next to the ones who have been to the Grand Canyon and Disney and museums and various other places. One child may have been to Europe last summer, and the other watched cartoons. I'm not even sure how you could quantify the differences in experience between the two. One has tried new foods, flown on a plane, experienced a different culture, visited landmarks and learned some history, and countless others. The other sat at home.
This adds up. By the time they enter public school, one child has lived a lifetime in experiences compared to another. When children are learning new words, think of the concepts one child would know over another. One has seen an airplane in the sky. The other flew in one. One has never heard of Van Goh. One has seen his paintings in person. One has never heard of a violin. One has been to the symphony. One has never heard of a toucan. The other has seen that and many more at the zoo. There is no comparison.
There is also an enrichment gap. Dance, sports, art, and music lessons are commonplace among wealthier children but are out of reach for many children in poverty. When parents struggle to keep food on the table and electricity in the house, dance lessons are not in the budget. Imagine not only the basic dance skills learned, but all that comes with it. Vocabulary is expanded by learning the names of the moves, new connections are formed in the brain by learning to move the body various ways, physicality is improved, teamwork and dedication are emphasized. The child experiences the thrill of performing for an audience. They are encouraged to keep trying to learn new dances and techniques. Self-confidence grows. Meanwhile, that child in poverty plays on an iPad all evening or watches TV.
I also think of the stress gap. By that I mean think of the stress a child in poverty faces compared to the wealthier child. If you grew up in wealth you knew dinner would always be there. You knew you had school supplies. You knew when August rolled around you would go school shopping. You knew if you had a fundraiser at school your parents would help you out. If there was an upcoming field trip, you knew your parents would send you the money.
Children in working class or poor families see those things as luxuries. This is a constant stress on a child. And there is no escape. In a family with more resources vacations are common. That is not the case in a struggling family. Vacations cost money, so there is never a break from the stress.
There are so many instances of this. Children of wealth tend to eat healthier, play outside more, and get more regular medical care. They can afford the good shoes so their feet don't hurt. They can have salads and fruit when the other mom buys ramen because it's cheap. They have yards and safer playgrounds. Many kids in poverty live in places where it is unsafe to play outside.
I know some kids in the world have it worse, and this isn't about them.
I don't know why this is on my mind so much, but it's been bothering me. If your children are blessed with these advantages they are already ahead of the curve. Please don't be quick to judge a child that isn't blessed with as much.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
You know, it's funny how God works. Sometimes he can take the simplest moment to drive home a point.
This is not very glamorous, but yesterday I went to the restroom as we all do. I glanced down to make sure there was toilet paper before doing the deed. This is something I have learned the hard way in the past.
All was going as planned until that moment of tragic realization... though there was toilet paper, four squares would never be enough. If you have ever experienced the horror you will understand.
To make matters worse, I did not bring my phone. I was on a school campus with a small staff. Without the ability to get up, I had a lot of time to think. I calculated the probability that someone would enter in a timely fashion, and it was a little discouraging to realize it might be an eternity before someone else entered and was able to assist.
The restroom at this school is off in a dark corner of isolation. Ordinarily, I appreciate the location as it offers privacy. I now see another side to that logic. I could yell and bang the wall, but it still might be a long time before someone would hear my call for help. I was stranded and without options.
I thought of those emergency wipes in my purse, bought for times such as this. I remember thinking they were going to come in handy one day. This would have been that day had I remembered to bring the purse.
After contemplating the universe for unknown hours... or maybe a minute... I reached out to God and said, " Lord, give me an idea here."
As I spoke to the heavens I glanced up in that direction. Lo and behold, there was a glorious roll of spare toilet paper sitting on the top of the stall.
While I had been sitting around focusing on my "crappy" situation I neglected to look up.
How many times does this happen in our lives? We walk through the day with blinders on to the bigger picture. More specifically, we fail to see what God is already doing for us. There may be a solution right in front of us...or directly above...if we just take a second to look around.
Whatever you are going through may be difficult. You feel as though you are alone in a corner where nobody will hear your cry for help, but God knows. He sees you. He hears you. Look up. Look around. Take off the blinders.
And grab your purse with the wipes next time you head to the restroom...
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Saturday, May 9, 2015
What do you do when you're all alone
And the world is crashing in
And you know that you will never change
Because you know you never win
And you're tired of all the helpful friends
And the ones without a clue
And the ones who tire of all your crap
But pretend to care for you
Because nothing ever really helps
And the pain will never end
And you're tired of spinning all your wheels
For the joy around the bend
Because even when you seem ok
And the others think you're fine
And you have a somewhat better day
And the sun begins to shine
But you know the smile will go away
And the rain will drench your soul
And the pain inside will reappear
And the damage take its toll
Because you know it never goes away
And the drugs just aren't enough
And the therapy just wastes your time
And just getting up is tough
And they pray for you
And counsel you
And offer you advice
And they give you books
And Scripture cards
And they're all so very nice
But they never really understand
And they try to hold your hand
And they think there's light one day for you
And they pull you up to stand
But though you want to pull away
And you wish the pain would end
And you think about the peace of death
But you'll never hurt your friend
And so you push your way through life
Inside an empty shell
And pray for death to claim you
And release you from this hell
Monday, April 27, 2015
I haven't written on here in over a year. Wow.
My heart for writing was ripped out of me...and I'm still recovering. But I want to begin again. I never deleted this blog. I kept hoping, dreaming...
Today I'm isolated in my cocoon (bedroom). I'm not feeling well, yet the urge to create is nagging at me.
Maybe it's time to try again.