Do other mothers wonder about the ways they might not have their child?
If I hadn't met your daddy or we didn't fall in love...
If your daddy had been sick just a little longer before they figured out what was wrong, or if they'd used a different drug combination to treat him...
If we hadn't moved from Michigan to North Carolina right when we did, giving me the excuse to finally try to get pregnant...
If something had gone wrong while I was pregnant with you...
If you hadn't finally come out after 22 hours of labor (the doctor was close to ordering a c-section, and you came out so blue that your daddy was very worried for a few minutes and I was wondering why they didn't immediately let me hold you)...
If you had been born with something genetically wrong that could take you from me too soon...
If you had been hit by a car one of the many times you tried, and one time successfully managed, to run out into the street...
If you had been seriously injured when you crawled under our closing garage door...
I am not a worrier in general. But I do worry about my children. What mother doesn't?
I spent too much time anticipating when you were little.
Watching for your first smile... your first step... your first word...
Preparing you for your first day of preschool... regular school... the world...
Being so happy/relieved/proud when you decided to be baptized...
Watching you finally find something to put your heart into with color guard...
Watching the way you gracefully handled moving away from friends and making new ones...
Seeing the hard work you put behind your "book smarts" in school...
Seeing your independence only grow, even when you started out so independent already...
I don't exactly want to go back. I just want more time with you. It just doesn't seem possible that you could be turning 16. I'd swear I just turned around to make dinner and straighten up the house, or some such things, with you looking much more like this:
I know I've messed up, and a lot, at this parenting thing. I'm sure I've given you plenty to complain about and swear you'll do differently when you are a mom someday. But know these things:
I love you, always.
You are my baby girl, forever.
I want the best for you, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
I am your biggest fan, but I also will not lie to you.
You are beautiful, inside and out.
Happy sweet sixteen, dear daughter.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Perspectives
Am I the only one who imagines life stories for others? I've also always liked the saying above, and try to live by it before I become judgmental of others (although I admit I sometimes jump to conclusions that I shouldn't and sometimes assume the worst about people). Sometimes, when running, I'll peak at the front window of someone's house and invent stories for the people I have never met who might live there. When I check out at the grocery store, I'll from time to time invent a story for the cashier based on just the few words he or she and I exchanged. I wrote this a few weeks ago when I was in that frame of mind...
The alarm blared early from the six-inch smartphone on the nightstand. As she opened her eyes and a dream faded from her mind, it took a few minutes to realize where she was - waking up beside her snoring husband in the vaulted ceiling bedroom of her still new-feeling home. Ouch. Why did her arm ache? These mystery pains since passing up age 40 were no fun at all. She pulled workout clothes from her drawer, and heard her teenage daughter's first alarm sound a few minutes later. She got ready quickly, the day's events ticking through her head. A full day of meetings and research tasks awaited her after an hour-long commute to the office. Kids to marching band and soccer practice this evening. Trying to carve out some time to read a chapter of her textbook for her online class. What did she have handy to cook for dinner? Did the car need gas on the way in? What did she need to remind her teenage daughter and husband about today? She missed having lots of friends and other moms close by. She wished her husband would do and remember more on his own. She wondered if there was a way to get her teenager to believe she actually knew something about how to get through high school... She checked on her teenager quickly to be sure she was waking up, put the garage door up, and headed off to the rec center to meet a friend for their workout.
As she checked in, he said, "Good morning."...
He sat there thinking about what he could do after work today. Should he meet up with a few friends, maybe grab dinner and a beer out somewhere? Or should he instead spend some time at his computer searching job listings yet again? Really, how long would he have to work here as a college graduate? He'd started working at the rec center as a teenager to pay for gas and fun with his friends each weekend. He certainly never expected to still be working here six years later, after earning a bachelor's degree. But he couldn't seem to get a job anywhere else. The few interviews he'd had didn't lead to job offers. He wondered how much longer he could even afford to rent out his tiny apartment with his roommate. Maybe it was time to consider moving away to a different city where there might be more opportunities with his degree. Or maybe this degree was as worthless as his dad had said and he should go back to school.
"Lunch" time came early since he started work at 5am. He just had to get out of this building, so he headed to his apartment to make a sandwich. Crap. They were paving the other half of the parking lot today. He passed two men in hard hats.
He pulled off his hard hat, wiping the streaming sweat from his face with the back of his gloved hand. He wasn't sure how he'd get through another ninety-plus degree, high humidity day. For a moment, an image of his recently-passed mother flashed in his mind. Why hadn't he listened to her when she begged him to go to college? Instead, he was stuck in this job. Sure, sometimes it felt good to look back and see exactly what you'd accomplished each day. A road, once full of pot holes, could be smooth and black in a single day's work with his crew. But, every afternoon, he came home sore from work, and then put on a smiling face while his small daughter crawled all over him and his preschool son asked him to wrestle. On the way home, he stopped by the grocery store to pick up milk for his young wife. As tired as he was, he knew she'd be tired, too, after working this morning and spending the afternoon with the kids. The cashier didn't look very happy, and he hoped she was doing ok. Isn't that the same lady who the manager seemed to be scolding a few days ago?
She moved his milk across the scanner quickly, but didn't say a word to him. She barely felt like she was there at all. Why couldn't the manager understand that she tried her best to get here on time for her shift? Her son's dad didn't show up to watch him AGAIN, and she'd had to call her neighbor and beg the older lady to watch him through her five hour shift. This store was hardly giving her enough hours to get by the way it was. If she lost this job, then what? Her parents were not going to help out again, and how could she even bring herself to ask? And all these people coming through her register aisle just looked down on her. They didn't know she'd graduated near the top of her high school class. They didn't know about her short stint in college, ruined by the so-called father of her son. Next in line was a lady who appeared to be in her 40s. What was she doing checking out in sunglasses? The nerve of some people to come through her aisle with just a few things when they could easily go through self checkout! This lady obviously had everything she could ever want, and here she was out shopping without kids right after a cushy job, probably taking her time to get home to the nanny who watched her kids and her sparkly house cleaned by someone else.
She kept the sunglasses on as she checked out. Her mind was a million miles from the task at hand. She'd been crying all afternoon. How much longer could she pretend everything was ok? Her husband was drinking again. She wasn't even sure what time her teenage son got home last night, but at least he was home when she left this morning. When she tried to pay bills yesterday, there was only enough to pay the mortgage for now. Her family hadn't been to church in months. Her life was absolutely out of control. But without a job to support herself, how could she even begin to make things better? She walked out to her car, loaded the necessities she'd just purchased, and started to drive home. On the way, she passed a street corner where a man was holding up a sign, but she tried to avoid his gaze and didn't even read the sign.
He had been walking across town all day. The packaged pastry a kind lady had given him this morning was just a memory now, as his stomach rumbled. Last month, he'd hit rock bottom. Lost yet another job. Stopped going to counseling again. Couldn't face the few family members who were still willing to speak to him. Just up and left, filling a backpack and hitchhiking south. And here he was, with no plan for what came next. Maybe he should just kill himself and get it over with? No one would care anyway.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Where are we from?
We recently went on our first family cruise. It was the first time my kids have been in another country. It was probably the only vacation we'll get to take together like that while our teenage daughter still lives at home. It was, in every way I can imagine, an awesome trip.
As we met people from many different US states and many different countries, a question was asked of us frequently, and the question was clearly intended to be for our family and assumed to have one simple answer: Where are you from?
This Pew research survey is a little dated, but I continue to see similar statistics that indicate people in the US are just not very mobile, in general. Most people have lived in the same state, many of those even in the same town, their entire lives. Darrell and I, however, fall into the 15% who have lived in four states or more, and I'd be willing to bet we're in an even more select group than that 15% would indicate. We've lived in six states and at least 10 different towns/cities. We've owned seven different homes. Our children were born in two different states. We were born in two different states, and unlike most couples, we didn't end up choosing either of those states to "settle down" in.
So, what is a quick and simple question for most families requires a lengthy explanation from us. Something like this (if I'm the one answering): Well, I'm from West Virginia and Darrell is from New Jersey. We met in college in West Virginia. We moved to New Jersey right out of college thinking we'd find good jobs there, but found work in Michigan instead. We left Michigan for the warmer climate of North Carolina, where our daughter was born, moved around there but ended up back in Michigan. We left Michigan for good in hopes that we could settle back in West Virginia, where our son was born. We left West Virginia for better work in Kentucky, where we really thought we'd finish raising our kids, but instead moved to Indiana seven years later. I've stopped saying we won't move again, but I hope we can stay put until both kids are through high school now (at which point the teenager usually pipes in that she doesn't believe that).
Sometimes when we just mention that we've lived so many places, we get knowing looks and questions about whether we are military or if we were relocated for Darrell's job. But we've actually never been relocated within the same company from one city to another, and the only one who has ever considered a military career in our family is possibly our daughter. Every move seemed to have a good reason at the time, but it was also a choice. There were times that it seemed a layoff was imminent, and we just didn't wait around for that. While most people confine their job searches to the specific town where they actually currently live, we just give a general geographic area spanning multiple states.
Despite all of this, I never have a problem answering where I'm from. I am from West Virginia, and proud to be. I fell in love with a Jersey boy. While many people say they'd follow their love anywhere, I like to think I've proven it. I've given my children a bigger perspective on life by moving with them. They've learned by necessity how to make new friends and work hard. I really don't know what they'll say when they are grown and asked where they are from. But I do think they will always know they are loved and have a home.
As we met people from many different US states and many different countries, a question was asked of us frequently, and the question was clearly intended to be for our family and assumed to have one simple answer: Where are you from?
This Pew research survey is a little dated, but I continue to see similar statistics that indicate people in the US are just not very mobile, in general. Most people have lived in the same state, many of those even in the same town, their entire lives. Darrell and I, however, fall into the 15% who have lived in four states or more, and I'd be willing to bet we're in an even more select group than that 15% would indicate. We've lived in six states and at least 10 different towns/cities. We've owned seven different homes. Our children were born in two different states. We were born in two different states, and unlike most couples, we didn't end up choosing either of those states to "settle down" in.
So, what is a quick and simple question for most families requires a lengthy explanation from us. Something like this (if I'm the one answering): Well, I'm from West Virginia and Darrell is from New Jersey. We met in college in West Virginia. We moved to New Jersey right out of college thinking we'd find good jobs there, but found work in Michigan instead. We left Michigan for the warmer climate of North Carolina, where our daughter was born, moved around there but ended up back in Michigan. We left Michigan for good in hopes that we could settle back in West Virginia, where our son was born. We left West Virginia for better work in Kentucky, where we really thought we'd finish raising our kids, but instead moved to Indiana seven years later. I've stopped saying we won't move again, but I hope we can stay put until both kids are through high school now (at which point the teenager usually pipes in that she doesn't believe that).
Sometimes when we just mention that we've lived so many places, we get knowing looks and questions about whether we are military or if we were relocated for Darrell's job. But we've actually never been relocated within the same company from one city to another, and the only one who has ever considered a military career in our family is possibly our daughter. Every move seemed to have a good reason at the time, but it was also a choice. There were times that it seemed a layoff was imminent, and we just didn't wait around for that. While most people confine their job searches to the specific town where they actually currently live, we just give a general geographic area spanning multiple states.
Despite all of this, I never have a problem answering where I'm from. I am from West Virginia, and proud to be. I fell in love with a Jersey boy. While many people say they'd follow their love anywhere, I like to think I've proven it. I've given my children a bigger perspective on life by moving with them. They've learned by necessity how to make new friends and work hard. I really don't know what they'll say when they are grown and asked where they are from. But I do think they will always know they are loved and have a home.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Thoughts of greener pastures and moving over the (cube) wall...
I don't write a lot about my job, in part because I'm not sure many folks would find it interesting, but mostly because I don't want to somehow jeopardize it by doing so. But a lot has been weighing on my mind the past several months in relation to my job, so it's come to the point that I just have to write some of it down.
While nothing particularly bad has happened at work over the past year, I had come to think recently that I was not very appreciated there anymore. Part of this was due to a few things that I was told would happen that didn't come to pass, part was due to recent hires seemingly being treated better than I in ways, and the rest was really just that intuition-y feeling that I sometimes get but can't describe. (I should say though that my intuition, which over the last several years I've come to believe is really God prodding at me, usually proves to be right).
I was fed up enough that I applied for a few job listings. Out of three online applications, two of them contacted me. I had phone interviews with both, and even went for an in-person interview with one of the companies. In the end, I was that company's second choice, and their first choice accepted the job offer. I learned this even before the company followed up with me by looking up the position on LinkedIn. Through that, I learned that their top choice had been out of work for a few months already due to her prior employer going bankrupt and that she had a very similar professional background compared to me. She was of course able to start right away. I have no idea of the salary offered, or if her ability to quickly start when I said in the interview I'd need about one month due to giving notice and scheduled vacation time had anything to do with it, but everything I learned certainly made me not resent her getting the job over me.
The other company asked to schedule an in-person interview, but over the course of the phone conversation, I learned that it was even farther away than my current job's commute, without the opportunity to work from home with any regularity. I already rush out of the office sometimes just in time to grab one kid or the other and get to their activities, and I work from home on their most activity-filled days whenever possible. I knew I could not do all that AND manage an even longer commute and potentially more stress-filled job. But, I also felt a real connection with the hiring manager, who did the phone interview with me herself (rather than the first company that screened me through their recruiting department). She asked to connect with me on LinkedIn even though I declined the in-person interview. She suggested a local women's business group that I should join, and perhaps even become part of their market research committee. Since one of my hopes and goals this year has been for networking opportunities and even the opportunity to make additional friends and put down roots in Indy, it almost seemed like this was quite possibly the main reason I'd felt compelled to apply for other jobs, especially that job in particular.
Meanwhile, things have also turned around somewhat for my current job. I recently moved back over the (cube) wall to marketing, which seems like a better all-around fit for me, just like I thought it was. My now fourth manager since starting this job is not only someone I respect, but also someone I believe understands the value and complexity of the work I do AND will "have my back" so to speak at work, which is most of what I need a manager for anyway at this point in my career. It isn't that I've disliked my other managers there, but just that this seems the best fit for me, and I really hope it is. Also, after a few months of frustration at not being allowed to spend any money on projects and being idle enough that I felt like I had to search for and create work for myself, I'm busy at work again lately. I even received a small award at work. Not that it was anything big, but it's amazing how much knowing that folks appreciate you (and getting a $25 Starbucks gift card) does to renew enthusiasm.
I don't expect that where I currently work will be the company I retire from, but it has some great benefits that I've decided I'm not in a hurry to give up. I've changed my primary "career improvement focus" to networking and also finding a way to get more training. And that decision feels right right now, which is all I can really hope for anyway.
Is there something better for me out there either now or down the road? Maybe. Maybe even probably. But being satisfied right now feels very good. And that's good enough for me (at least for now).
Full disclosure: There's also a slight chance I feel more content lately due to seeing sights like this for a week straight...
While nothing particularly bad has happened at work over the past year, I had come to think recently that I was not very appreciated there anymore. Part of this was due to a few things that I was told would happen that didn't come to pass, part was due to recent hires seemingly being treated better than I in ways, and the rest was really just that intuition-y feeling that I sometimes get but can't describe. (I should say though that my intuition, which over the last several years I've come to believe is really God prodding at me, usually proves to be right).
I was fed up enough that I applied for a few job listings. Out of three online applications, two of them contacted me. I had phone interviews with both, and even went for an in-person interview with one of the companies. In the end, I was that company's second choice, and their first choice accepted the job offer. I learned this even before the company followed up with me by looking up the position on LinkedIn. Through that, I learned that their top choice had been out of work for a few months already due to her prior employer going bankrupt and that she had a very similar professional background compared to me. She was of course able to start right away. I have no idea of the salary offered, or if her ability to quickly start when I said in the interview I'd need about one month due to giving notice and scheduled vacation time had anything to do with it, but everything I learned certainly made me not resent her getting the job over me.
The other company asked to schedule an in-person interview, but over the course of the phone conversation, I learned that it was even farther away than my current job's commute, without the opportunity to work from home with any regularity. I already rush out of the office sometimes just in time to grab one kid or the other and get to their activities, and I work from home on their most activity-filled days whenever possible. I knew I could not do all that AND manage an even longer commute and potentially more stress-filled job. But, I also felt a real connection with the hiring manager, who did the phone interview with me herself (rather than the first company that screened me through their recruiting department). She asked to connect with me on LinkedIn even though I declined the in-person interview. She suggested a local women's business group that I should join, and perhaps even become part of their market research committee. Since one of my hopes and goals this year has been for networking opportunities and even the opportunity to make additional friends and put down roots in Indy, it almost seemed like this was quite possibly the main reason I'd felt compelled to apply for other jobs, especially that job in particular.
Meanwhile, things have also turned around somewhat for my current job. I recently moved back over the (cube) wall to marketing, which seems like a better all-around fit for me, just like I thought it was. My now fourth manager since starting this job is not only someone I respect, but also someone I believe understands the value and complexity of the work I do AND will "have my back" so to speak at work, which is most of what I need a manager for anyway at this point in my career. It isn't that I've disliked my other managers there, but just that this seems the best fit for me, and I really hope it is. Also, after a few months of frustration at not being allowed to spend any money on projects and being idle enough that I felt like I had to search for and create work for myself, I'm busy at work again lately. I even received a small award at work. Not that it was anything big, but it's amazing how much knowing that folks appreciate you (and getting a $25 Starbucks gift card) does to renew enthusiasm.
I don't expect that where I currently work will be the company I retire from, but it has some great benefits that I've decided I'm not in a hurry to give up. I've changed my primary "career improvement focus" to networking and also finding a way to get more training. And that decision feels right right now, which is all I can really hope for anyway.
Is there something better for me out there either now or down the road? Maybe. Maybe even probably. But being satisfied right now feels very good. And that's good enough for me (at least for now).
Full disclosure: There's also a slight chance I feel more content lately due to seeing sights like this for a week straight...
Thursday, June 12, 2014
My Shortest Home
Of the many places I have lived, south Jersey was the shortest stint. Two newly minted college grads packed up their dear pet cat, Callie, and their little bit of belongings back in the summer of '93 and headed east. The plan was that we'd more easily find jobs in New Jersey than in West Virginia. I took a job as a bank teller and Darrell worked in his dad's office while we both mailed out resume after resume. I interviewed for a math teaching position at a nearby private school. We both received lots of rejection letters.
But it didn't take much to support our household back then. My parents had given me my college savings, and Darrell had a bit of his left as well. We rented a mobile home in Darrell's friend's mother's park. A weekend's worth of dining out, going to movies, and just hanging with friends could typically be covered by about $50. We fixed up the tiny mobile home. I cross-stitched a Monopoly board, while the streets on which it was based where less than an hour down the road from us in Atlantic City.
We'd only been married nine months. Our biggest fears had nothing to do with health issues, children, or anything else big that I can recall. We did fear not finding good jobs, but mostly, life seemed simple then, generally much less stressful than it's been since. We could drive 20 minutes down the road and take the boat out or just float and swim at Darrell's parent's house on the Mullica river.
It was the first place I lived outside of WV, but it didn't seem entirely unfamiliar either. I'd already visited a handful of times, the first one over spring break of my freshman year of college. I still remember traveling here the very first time with my fairly new boyfriend at the time, Darrell singing along to Outfield songs and telling me all about the place he'd grown up all the way there.
His parents remember me first as the girl Darrell talked about the prior fall, when he'd met the woman he was going to marry. He was right, even though I wouldn't have agreed then.
We didn't live here long. Less than three months later, Darrell was offered a job with Ford Motor Company in Michigan, and we were quickly heading off to our third state of residence together. But I'll always have memories of that summer. Driving south Jersey roads is a little easier just because I drove them so much that summer. We visit here more than any other place besides my parent's home in WV.
I may not quite be a Jersey girl, but my Jersey boy has been my other half for most of my life now. It's a place I always feel at home. And if there ever is a time we don't visit, I will miss it deeply.
But it didn't take much to support our household back then. My parents had given me my college savings, and Darrell had a bit of his left as well. We rented a mobile home in Darrell's friend's mother's park. A weekend's worth of dining out, going to movies, and just hanging with friends could typically be covered by about $50. We fixed up the tiny mobile home. I cross-stitched a Monopoly board, while the streets on which it was based where less than an hour down the road from us in Atlantic City.
We'd only been married nine months. Our biggest fears had nothing to do with health issues, children, or anything else big that I can recall. We did fear not finding good jobs, but mostly, life seemed simple then, generally much less stressful than it's been since. We could drive 20 minutes down the road and take the boat out or just float and swim at Darrell's parent's house on the Mullica river.
It was the first place I lived outside of WV, but it didn't seem entirely unfamiliar either. I'd already visited a handful of times, the first one over spring break of my freshman year of college. I still remember traveling here the very first time with my fairly new boyfriend at the time, Darrell singing along to Outfield songs and telling me all about the place he'd grown up all the way there.
His parents remember me first as the girl Darrell talked about the prior fall, when he'd met the woman he was going to marry. He was right, even though I wouldn't have agreed then.
We didn't live here long. Less than three months later, Darrell was offered a job with Ford Motor Company in Michigan, and we were quickly heading off to our third state of residence together. But I'll always have memories of that summer. Driving south Jersey roads is a little easier just because I drove them so much that summer. We visit here more than any other place besides my parent's home in WV.
I may not quite be a Jersey girl, but my Jersey boy has been my other half for most of my life now. It's a place I always feel at home. And if there ever is a time we don't visit, I will miss it deeply.
Friday, June 6, 2014
Dear Dr. Kovalski...
I doubt you would remember me, but I don't think I will ever forget your name. We didn't talk much, and you didn't even seem to want to give straight answers to some of my scariest questions, but you helped make decisions that have impacted the rest of my life.
We didn't keep in touch. I think after 1994, Darrell and I just wanted to move on with our lives. If not completely healthy, he was at least cancer-free and getting better every day. For a few more years, there were follow-up appointments with you that slowly became less frequent, but after treatments were over, I seldom went to the follow-up appointments. I do remember the relief of a clean CT scan a year after treatments. But I don't remember many talks with you after Darrell's initial diagnosis and some of his treatment appointments.
You told us to hope for Hodgkin's Lymphoma, and you were so right. For cancer, it was relatively easy to cure. At least it was if you call six months of debilitating chemotherapy, six weeks of radiation, and illnesses that 22/23-year-olds just don't get easy.
Of course, the biggest thing I'd like to thank you for is your part in curing my husband. I wonder if you'd like to know that we are still together? Married nearly 22 years now. I don't know if that is any more or less likely when a young couple goes through what we did. But I wish I could tell you this.
Darrell and I walked into his first chemotherapy appointment thinking the mix of drugs he'd start getting through his port had a 99% chance of sterility. I don't think this bothered him at the time. But, beyond the chance of losing him, it is what probably scared me the most about that day. There aren't many things that I've just always known, but that I wanted to be a mother was one of them. We'd made precautions. We said we'd adopt if we had to. But a part of me still thought I had to mourn the babies I might have had, if he'd just never gotten sick.
But you and the rest of Darrell's oncology team made a decision shortly before that first treatment that I believe also changed the path of our lives. The combination of chemotherapy drugs you chose instead had only a 50% sterility rate.
So, the other thing I wish I could tell you is that we have two beautiful, amazing children. One of them is almost not a child at all anymore. And being their mother, raising them, watching them grow into their own, has been so much more than I even imagined it would be. And you are a part of that. Before Darrell getting sick, we'd planned to wait five years to have our first child just because we were married so young. After, we waited several years to try anyway because of the treatments he'd undergone. We had absolutely no trouble conceiving either child. Our perfect (to me) daughter was born only slightly behind schedule, not all that long after our sixth anniversary. We debated having just one child after all we'd already been through, but I never felt that our family was quite complete until our son arrived five and a half years later.
I'm sure there are still days that will come that will disappoint, as many have before. My children have their own faults just as the rest of us do. But they are also two amazing creatures who make me proud almost daily to be their mother and to have some small part in the adults they will become. You have a part in that, too. If not for you, I might not have them. If not for you, I might not even have my husband.
Maybe someday I will find the opportunity to tell you in person, but until then, thank you.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Sum sum summertime...
It's that time of year again. Those few weeks I feel like cursing my two algebra teachers (also among my favorite teachers, by the way) for so strongly discouraging me from becoming a teacher. Because after all, why ever would someone good at math actually consider teaching it? But I digress. Because it isn't visions of cultivating a love of math and learning that swim through my head. It is visions of, well, swimming... or rather lounging by a pool all day as I glance up to see my offspring having the time of their lives.
Never mind that I get paid more than most teachers I know. Never mind the two days per week I get to work from home. Never mind that I have stayed at home with my kids full-time a few different summers (and didn't spend all that much time lounging by the pool after all, all while I was probably jealous of the work-for-pay moms). Never mind that I'm not even very good at "lounging" or relaxing for all that long anyway. For a short time each year, I'm jealous of all you teachers and stay-at-home-moms.
In this ever-connected world, I see your posts about not setting alarm clocks, summer road trips, and schedule-free days, and I sigh. I want that. And I want my job, too. At least, I would want it again after a few months off. Why do we as humans want it all?
I am so much more content than I was in my teens, 20s, and 30s. Whenever I stop to think about it, I know that I already have all I ever dreamed of. I have more than 90% or more of those walking this earth. And, most of the time, that's more than enough. But then something shiny catches my eye (and since I like tech gadgets, this statement is very literal sometimes), and I want it, too!
I think I even bear a slight resemblance to dear Veruca Salt of Willy Wonka fame:
And sometimes I wonder if that's how God sees me - as an unappreciative, spoiled brat. I have so, so much, but I keep wanting more. All while I usually feel best when I want the least. I'm learning contentment, but I'm not sure that I'll ever really get there completely. Thank goodness for God's grace.
So, I may still feel a little jealous this summer, but I'll also stop to remember and appreciate what I have. And that's enough for now.
Never mind that I get paid more than most teachers I know. Never mind the two days per week I get to work from home. Never mind that I have stayed at home with my kids full-time a few different summers (and didn't spend all that much time lounging by the pool after all, all while I was probably jealous of the work-for-pay moms). Never mind that I'm not even very good at "lounging" or relaxing for all that long anyway. For a short time each year, I'm jealous of all you teachers and stay-at-home-moms.
In this ever-connected world, I see your posts about not setting alarm clocks, summer road trips, and schedule-free days, and I sigh. I want that. And I want my job, too. At least, I would want it again after a few months off. Why do we as humans want it all?
I am so much more content than I was in my teens, 20s, and 30s. Whenever I stop to think about it, I know that I already have all I ever dreamed of. I have more than 90% or more of those walking this earth. And, most of the time, that's more than enough. But then something shiny catches my eye (and since I like tech gadgets, this statement is very literal sometimes), and I want it, too!
I think I even bear a slight resemblance to dear Veruca Salt of Willy Wonka fame:
So, I may still feel a little jealous this summer, but I'll also stop to remember and appreciate what I have. And that's enough for now.
Friday, May 23, 2014
My very own Life hacks
I followed Lifehacker before it was cool to come up with life hacks (and before it was one of the more popular hashtags), so now I am expert enough to blog about my own (ha!).
Cooking
I hate to cook. But I want my family to eat healthy meals together at home as often as possible. And we are not wealthy enough to hire a cook. And my hubby does a lot with the kids and at home, but he Just. Won't. Cook. That means I cook. And plan the meals. And do the grocery shopping. Two things save me: my crock pot and Ziplist.
I actually have two crock pots. Darrell convinced me to purchase another when my large one wouldn't fit in the dishwasher. I thought that was crazy when we had a perfectly good, albeit really larger than we needed, one. But, he's a genius (don't tell him I said that). The smaller one is perfect for family meals for us, with a little leftover, while the larger one is great when we have company. One of my favorite things to make in either crockpot is homemade soups. This from a woman who never made a single homemade soup before her late 30s. I love being able to toss healthy ingredients in, walk away, and presto, dinner's on later that day.
There are plenty of recipe and shopping apps out there. I use Ziplist, but I know there are others. Get one. I love being able to store my recipes or search for new ones, and then just click to create my shopping list. I hate actually making lists, but with an app to help me it is organized much better than I'd do on my own, and I don't forget to write down a key ingredient as I often did when handwriting a grocery shopping list.
Raising Kids
It will be some years before I can even think of safely saying my kids turned out great. They are on a good path right now, and for that I am grateful. But there are a few things that really have gotten me through this parenting journey. I'm not sure whether they'll work for you, but even if they don't, maybe they will inspire your own parenting hacks.
Find where your baby will sleep, and go with it. I was blessed with one really good sleeper and one really bad one as babies. We still say this is part of why there are over 5 years between our two kids (yes, the bad sleeper came first). She napped in her swing (because it worked) and often spent half the night in our bed (because it worked). I know "the experts" don't recommend co-sleeping. But I can assure you that my child, my husband, and I were all much better off getting some sleep with our baby there than no sleep with her wailing in her crib all night and then climbing out of it before she was a year old. Yes, we tried letting her cry it out. Yes, I read every sleep book I could get my hands on. If you are a good parent, as I'm convinced most of us try to be, you will learn to do what works for you in this and other areas. Sure, be careful, but do not, and I repeat, do not say "I'd never do that!" not just before you are a parent at all but also before you have a certain type kid. Just trust me.
Text your teenager her afterschool chores. At least if you work and she needs to accomplish things after school, and heck, maybe even if you are at home with her. There is less eye rolling (that you can see anyway), she has a written list of what needs done provided right there (and, yes, it's amazing what they can forget even if the chore list is practically the same every day - just look to your left for a great example), and sometimes the chores are even done before you get home from work. Win-win-win.
Teach your child to work hard, at something. I get it that everything comes easily for little Suzy. Find something that doesn't. It helps even more if it's something they like but need to work at to succeed, but I'll argue that it helps to learn to put in hard work even if they don't come to like the subject or activity. Have you seen your child's eyes light up after an accomplishment that they really had to work for? It is one of the greatest feelings I've known. Plus, you are teaching your child a very important life skill - hard work. It seems to me that we are too afraid of hard work these days. Don't get me wrong - teach them all the life hacks you know, but I think hard work is one of the greatest life hacks in disguise. Oh, and what if after all that hard work, your child fails (or you fail)? That can sometimes be an even better lesson than success. For real.
Exercise/Friendship
You need to get regular exercise. You need time with friends. Combine the two, at least sometimes. I exercise two mornings a week with a lady who started out as a work acquaintance but who has quickly become one of my closest friends in our new hometown. I'm convinced that wouldn't have happened if we hadn't made the commitment to work out together. Plus, it's much tougher to skip out on the gym when someone else is expecting you there (as evidenced by our absence from the gym whenever the other one cancels). Another close friend and I run together sometimes, and we've planned a weekend getaway trip to Disneyland based on races there. I'm usually a solo runner, but I enjoy her company and our encouragement for each other as well.
Married Life
I could probably go on longest here. But let me just give you two examples: think of yourselves as a team where you are always on the same side, and get a bathroom with two sinks.
Our first home didn't have two sinks in the only bathroom. Our second house had more than one bathroom but still just one sink in the master bathroom. I would typically start getting ready for bed sooner, but as a woman, this is a process that invariable takes more time than a man's quick routine. I'm not even one of those women who minds sharing a bathroom with my husband (although I'll admit that a sealed off toilet is pretty awesome as well), but somehow he would end up in front of me brushing his teeth while I was still finishing washing my face. Ugh. Life has been so much nicer since houses 3-7 have had double sinks in the master bath.
Sometimes we have to remind each other, but Darrell and I are on the same team. We are united on parenting. That doesn't mean we always agree, but if mom said no, dad says no, too. If dad promises something, mom tries her best to follow through. If we disagree on something kid-related, we try to talk privately to work it through, and then present a united front to the kids. When we argue about other things, we sometimes even stop one another to remind ourselves that, overall, we are on the same team in this shared life. We will be together even after the kids are grown. We love them unconditionally, and they are key players on the same team, but we are the two coaches and we have to at least mostly get along. And kids sense your weaknesses, believe me, so it helps to have another adult on your side!
How about you? What are some of your best life hacks?
Cooking
I hate to cook. But I want my family to eat healthy meals together at home as often as possible. And we are not wealthy enough to hire a cook. And my hubby does a lot with the kids and at home, but he Just. Won't. Cook. That means I cook. And plan the meals. And do the grocery shopping. Two things save me: my crock pot and Ziplist.
I actually have two crock pots. Darrell convinced me to purchase another when my large one wouldn't fit in the dishwasher. I thought that was crazy when we had a perfectly good, albeit really larger than we needed, one. But, he's a genius (don't tell him I said that). The smaller one is perfect for family meals for us, with a little leftover, while the larger one is great when we have company. One of my favorite things to make in either crockpot is homemade soups. This from a woman who never made a single homemade soup before her late 30s. I love being able to toss healthy ingredients in, walk away, and presto, dinner's on later that day.
There are plenty of recipe and shopping apps out there. I use Ziplist, but I know there are others. Get one. I love being able to store my recipes or search for new ones, and then just click to create my shopping list. I hate actually making lists, but with an app to help me it is organized much better than I'd do on my own, and I don't forget to write down a key ingredient as I often did when handwriting a grocery shopping list.
Raising Kids
It will be some years before I can even think of safely saying my kids turned out great. They are on a good path right now, and for that I am grateful. But there are a few things that really have gotten me through this parenting journey. I'm not sure whether they'll work for you, but even if they don't, maybe they will inspire your own parenting hacks.
Find where your baby will sleep, and go with it. I was blessed with one really good sleeper and one really bad one as babies. We still say this is part of why there are over 5 years between our two kids (yes, the bad sleeper came first). She napped in her swing (because it worked) and often spent half the night in our bed (because it worked). I know "the experts" don't recommend co-sleeping. But I can assure you that my child, my husband, and I were all much better off getting some sleep with our baby there than no sleep with her wailing in her crib all night and then climbing out of it before she was a year old. Yes, we tried letting her cry it out. Yes, I read every sleep book I could get my hands on. If you are a good parent, as I'm convinced most of us try to be, you will learn to do what works for you in this and other areas. Sure, be careful, but do not, and I repeat, do not say "I'd never do that!" not just before you are a parent at all but also before you have a certain type kid. Just trust me.
Text your teenager her afterschool chores. At least if you work and she needs to accomplish things after school, and heck, maybe even if you are at home with her. There is less eye rolling (that you can see anyway), she has a written list of what needs done provided right there (and, yes, it's amazing what they can forget even if the chore list is practically the same every day - just look to your left for a great example), and sometimes the chores are even done before you get home from work. Win-win-win.
Teach your child to work hard, at something. I get it that everything comes easily for little Suzy. Find something that doesn't. It helps even more if it's something they like but need to work at to succeed, but I'll argue that it helps to learn to put in hard work even if they don't come to like the subject or activity. Have you seen your child's eyes light up after an accomplishment that they really had to work for? It is one of the greatest feelings I've known. Plus, you are teaching your child a very important life skill - hard work. It seems to me that we are too afraid of hard work these days. Don't get me wrong - teach them all the life hacks you know, but I think hard work is one of the greatest life hacks in disguise. Oh, and what if after all that hard work, your child fails (or you fail)? That can sometimes be an even better lesson than success. For real.
Exercise/Friendship
You need to get regular exercise. You need time with friends. Combine the two, at least sometimes. I exercise two mornings a week with a lady who started out as a work acquaintance but who has quickly become one of my closest friends in our new hometown. I'm convinced that wouldn't have happened if we hadn't made the commitment to work out together. Plus, it's much tougher to skip out on the gym when someone else is expecting you there (as evidenced by our absence from the gym whenever the other one cancels). Another close friend and I run together sometimes, and we've planned a weekend getaway trip to Disneyland based on races there. I'm usually a solo runner, but I enjoy her company and our encouragement for each other as well.
Married Life
I could probably go on longest here. But let me just give you two examples: think of yourselves as a team where you are always on the same side, and get a bathroom with two sinks.
Our first home didn't have two sinks in the only bathroom. Our second house had more than one bathroom but still just one sink in the master bathroom. I would typically start getting ready for bed sooner, but as a woman, this is a process that invariable takes more time than a man's quick routine. I'm not even one of those women who minds sharing a bathroom with my husband (although I'll admit that a sealed off toilet is pretty awesome as well), but somehow he would end up in front of me brushing his teeth while I was still finishing washing my face. Ugh. Life has been so much nicer since houses 3-7 have had double sinks in the master bath.
Sometimes we have to remind each other, but Darrell and I are on the same team. We are united on parenting. That doesn't mean we always agree, but if mom said no, dad says no, too. If dad promises something, mom tries her best to follow through. If we disagree on something kid-related, we try to talk privately to work it through, and then present a united front to the kids. When we argue about other things, we sometimes even stop one another to remind ourselves that, overall, we are on the same team in this shared life. We will be together even after the kids are grown. We love them unconditionally, and they are key players on the same team, but we are the two coaches and we have to at least mostly get along. And kids sense your weaknesses, believe me, so it helps to have another adult on your side!
How about you? What are some of your best life hacks?
Monday, May 12, 2014
Salute to Moms
First, let me say that my hubby is awesome. When I am smart enough to ask him to do something for me, he almost always does. And the things he just naturally does for our family make up a decent list as well. But most of what he does around the house and for us in general is very concrete:
I have no idea how my list matches your family's. I know husbands, wives, and single parents who manage to do more, less, and just plain different than we do. And I probably left a few essential things off my list, although one was purposefully because we hire it out (housecleaning), thank goodness! There are also tasks that we share not included on the lists above (for instance, we split technology duties - he is all things TV while I troubleshoot the smartphones and tablets of the household). But at least in our house, it seems to me that the mom chores are generally the less in-your-face ones. What I do seems more behind the scenes and less noticeable, unless it doesn't get done. So, for all you moms out there like me (and those not like me as well), I salute you!
- He fixes things (which means we can afford 4-wheelers, motorcycles and various other toys, with people wondering how - it's all because my guy can buy them worn and cheap, but have them looking and running well with lots of work; AND he can fix, make, or install just about any other thing in the house, from kids' toys to plumbing to electrical to... Now, waiting for him to have the time to get to all this is sometimes not realistic, but the fact that he can do it and often does still amazes me)
- He mows, edges, and otherwise beautifies our yard (as long as that only involves green things, not flowers)
- He builds things (if I want a custom mount for my phone in my car, presto, he can make it happen; science fair projects - no problem in this house)
- He can clean better than I can (but generally takes too long and chooses not to)
- Need something organized to fit more in the space you have available? He's your man.
- He is firm, prone to being harsh and even yelling. Not that it's always a positive quality, but when the kids need a firm talking to, he's up for the job for sure.
- Works full-time as an engineer, providing for our family
- Pick up things everyone else (including the pets) leave out of place around the house, sometimes yelling for the offender to PLEASE come push in their bar stool, put their dish in the dishwasher, hang up their jacket, put their clothes in the dirty clothes, pick up stuff the left downstairs, etc...? Yes, sometimes I feel like this is all I get done
- Manage our finances. This includes bill paying, budgeting, looking for better deals for recurring expenses, etc.
- Grocery shopping and buying kids' clothes, school supplies, etc.
- Cooking. On rare occasions Hunter will jump in and cook a meal for us. If we make it Darrell's responsibility for any meal, the solution is to eat out (and yes, this tends to happen a few times a week). I am a somewhat reformed cooking hater, and by age 40, finally really learned my way around my own kitchen.
- Laundry. I'll admit that in part this is due to me being picky and not wanting others to mess with my system, but seriously, it often seems that everyone else in the house thinks little elves magically keep them in clean clothes, and on the rare occasion I fall behind, they incredulously wonder how they've come to the end of their clean underwear
- Facts of life and deep emotional conversation-er. Yes, even the boy comes to me with his birds and bees questions.
- Maker of all appointments for the kids, activity and vacation planner, and chief transportation officer for all the kids do (although thank goodness Darrell is good at carrying out assignments to help get the kids where they need to be)
- Works full-time in market research, providing for our family
I have no idea how my list matches your family's. I know husbands, wives, and single parents who manage to do more, less, and just plain different than we do. And I probably left a few essential things off my list, although one was purposefully because we hire it out (housecleaning), thank goodness! There are also tasks that we share not included on the lists above (for instance, we split technology duties - he is all things TV while I troubleshoot the smartphones and tablets of the household). But at least in our house, it seems to me that the mom chores are generally the less in-your-face ones. What I do seems more behind the scenes and less noticeable, unless it doesn't get done. So, for all you moms out there like me (and those not like me as well), I salute you!
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
We all have issues, whether seen or unseen...
There are two things I know about my daughter: She is undeniably beautiful, and she will always struggle with her weight.
I've had two friends post recently about the struggles of thin girls, and I have another friend who has been thin her entire life and I've witnessed first-hand the teasing she received due to being a "stick", and other euphemisms for being too thin. I've also watched her, sometimes, eat more at a sitting than I do, and I know for a fact she's not starving herself. Yes, we need to stop this teasing, and certainly not assume that any girl who is "too thin" must have an eating disorder. This is just plain wrong and can be just as hurtful as any other name calling and stereotypical statements. I don't mean for anything I write that follows to diminish that, because we do indeed all have our struggles, whether those are things that folks can see, like being "too thin", or unseen things that only we know about.
But, there is a difference between being "too thin" and "too heavy". When you are being teased about being "too thin", it is often about jealousy. It is something that most women aspire to. Millions of women diet every year, just to try to get thinner. Millions more exercise regularly in an attempt to be fit (and yes, a bit thinner as well, for the most part). Most of the rest of us are at least trying to maintain our current fit and thin level. Even if we were considered "too thin" when we were young (as I was, so I speak from experience here), we now struggle to stay in the "normal" BMI category as we sail through our 30s and producing babies, and even more so as we begin our 40s. Regardless, you don't wake up one day thinking, "I wish I were fat," even if you are among those underweight few. And while it's true that being underweight can be just as much of a health risk as being overweight, the every day person in this country doesn't think of that, or probably in most cases even realize that.
Most of us, even if overweight now, had a time in our lives when we were considered thin. Like her paternal grandparents, my daughter has never really had that. (Which makes me wonder how much more difficult it must have been for them when they were young, because in that day, there were certainly less overweight people in this country.)
While she was born normal weight, my daughter did not lose weight at first like most babies do. In fact, she weighed 2 pounds more at her very first check-up at 2 weeks of age (when most babies have just gained back the weight they lose soon after birth). By three months of age, she weighed 16 pounds. Most babies just double their birth weight by one year of age, while my girl did that by 3 months old.
In the countless studies extolling the benefits of breastfeeding, we are told that fewer breastfed babies have weight issues later, and that they better learn to tell when they are full if they are fed on demand, etc., etc., etc. I do still believe breastfeeding is best if you are able to do it (and no, I'm not trying to question your choices if you didn't), but I am only left to wonder if my daughter's weight management would have been any different had she not been exclusively breast fed for over 4 months, and still nursed until 13 months.
Maybe you wonder how I fed her otherwise those first few formative years? To this day, I am teased by my family about how her first birthday cake did not contain sugar. I made homemade cake (sweetened with apple sauce) and icing (made with unflavored gelatin), among my many efforts to feed my daughter well and limit sugar and other junk food. To this day, she is my child with much more of a sweet tooth, so I can only wonder if this early effort completely backfired. I can tell you that she's the pregnancy I had sweet and fruit cravings with, while with my son I craved meats and fat (including red meat, which I typically avoid).
I won't claim that we adhere to perfectly healthy eating. My husband insists on junk food being around, but I have always tried very hard to limit it for the kids and myself. I watered down their juice when they were little, only allowed soft drinks when we were eating out (and only sometimes and those without caffeine at that), I learned to cook from scratch much more as they grew to eat adult food, I researched which additives, preservatives, and other products were best to avoid, etc.
And still I had one (noticeably quite thin female) pediatrician accuse me of letting my daughter have dessert every day and presumably eat too much fruit. Yes, my daughter was picky and still prefers carbs, but certainly when she was young I forced on her all the good eating habits I could muster, always making her try her veggies and limiting her access to too many carbs and too many empty calories. And still the pediatrician was very accusatory and said she was just too heavy, RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY 8-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER! If she had pulled me aside to discuss this, I would have totally understood. But discussing it like that right in front of my very intelligent girl? Totally inappropriate, and perhaps even causing body issues much earlier than need be. Obviously we never saw that pediatrician again.
The only other possible "cause" I can point to is that my daughter had a lot of ear infections as a baby and all through her early years (needing tubes in her ears to help for a while). I have seen a few studies suggest that can cause a change in taste buds, and perhaps even be related to increased weight gain among children. Interestingly, her never-thin grandfather also had a long history of ear infections.
And lest you think I'm blaming only one side of the family, several other relatives on both sides tended towards being overweight much of their lives, so that's not the case. I know that being overweight is not an entirely genetic trait, but I must believe in my daughter's case that it was largely inherited. She watches friends who can drink pop and eat junk food seemingly all they want, some who are so thin their parents even encourage it at times, all while watching what she eats ALL THE TIME not so she can be thin like them, but just so she does not get even heavier. She can work out 20+ hours per week, eat healthy, and still she will not be considered thin (and, yes, she has done this, although not always staying so fit). She has to watch the thin girls get most of the attention from boys, because high school boys just don't know any better, in my opinion. She has to pass clothes down to her smaller mother. She has to watch her little brother eat like a horse and still need pants with an adjustable waist so they don't fall right off his thin frame. And it all makes me ache inside, because I see it hurting her.
I should also say that I don't think anyone could, or should, call my girl fat. (And if you do, I may punch you - fair warning.) If she were a boy, folks may have called her husky, or something similar. Once around age 10 or 11, when she insisted that she was fat, I made her try on plus sized kids' clothes to prove my point (not saying there is anything wrong with wearing plus-sized clothes either, just that this was needed to improve my girl's self-esteem). They fell off of her, much like regular-sized clothes would fall off of her brother. Even today fully grown, she wears size 6, 8 or 9 to my 4, 6, or 7 (oh, the woes of women's clothes sizing and how it varies by brand, but that's an entirely separate issue!). She has wide shoulders to my narrow ones. And so on.
But, despite probably always bordering on and sometimes even being considered overweight, my daughter is so much more beautiful than I've ever been. Her smile lights up her eyes. She is extremely photogenic. Her hair is thick and luxurious. She has hips and a female figure! (Even when I gained weight, I'm still not all that shapely.) And she has a quick wit and can hold her own in just about any conversation (despite still being a teenager). She's a Christian with a good heart. I hope she surrounds herself with people who know just how great she is her whole life, and I hope she helps others realize how great they are as well.
Because, as I've said many times, we all have issues. We all have insecurities real or imagined. We all have the hand we were dealt. It's how we play it and the kind of person we become inside that matters most. Because that shows through more than some of us realizes. Thin or heavy. Tall or short. High IQ or not so high. White or black. Sinner or saint. And everything in between. We all just get this one life. Let's make it great.
I've had two friends post recently about the struggles of thin girls, and I have another friend who has been thin her entire life and I've witnessed first-hand the teasing she received due to being a "stick", and other euphemisms for being too thin. I've also watched her, sometimes, eat more at a sitting than I do, and I know for a fact she's not starving herself. Yes, we need to stop this teasing, and certainly not assume that any girl who is "too thin" must have an eating disorder. This is just plain wrong and can be just as hurtful as any other name calling and stereotypical statements. I don't mean for anything I write that follows to diminish that, because we do indeed all have our struggles, whether those are things that folks can see, like being "too thin", or unseen things that only we know about.
But, there is a difference between being "too thin" and "too heavy". When you are being teased about being "too thin", it is often about jealousy. It is something that most women aspire to. Millions of women diet every year, just to try to get thinner. Millions more exercise regularly in an attempt to be fit (and yes, a bit thinner as well, for the most part). Most of the rest of us are at least trying to maintain our current fit and thin level. Even if we were considered "too thin" when we were young (as I was, so I speak from experience here), we now struggle to stay in the "normal" BMI category as we sail through our 30s and producing babies, and even more so as we begin our 40s. Regardless, you don't wake up one day thinking, "I wish I were fat," even if you are among those underweight few. And while it's true that being underweight can be just as much of a health risk as being overweight, the every day person in this country doesn't think of that, or probably in most cases even realize that.
Most of us, even if overweight now, had a time in our lives when we were considered thin. Like her paternal grandparents, my daughter has never really had that. (Which makes me wonder how much more difficult it must have been for them when they were young, because in that day, there were certainly less overweight people in this country.)
While she was born normal weight, my daughter did not lose weight at first like most babies do. In fact, she weighed 2 pounds more at her very first check-up at 2 weeks of age (when most babies have just gained back the weight they lose soon after birth). By three months of age, she weighed 16 pounds. Most babies just double their birth weight by one year of age, while my girl did that by 3 months old.
In the countless studies extolling the benefits of breastfeeding, we are told that fewer breastfed babies have weight issues later, and that they better learn to tell when they are full if they are fed on demand, etc., etc., etc. I do still believe breastfeeding is best if you are able to do it (and no, I'm not trying to question your choices if you didn't), but I am only left to wonder if my daughter's weight management would have been any different had she not been exclusively breast fed for over 4 months, and still nursed until 13 months.
Maybe you wonder how I fed her otherwise those first few formative years? To this day, I am teased by my family about how her first birthday cake did not contain sugar. I made homemade cake (sweetened with apple sauce) and icing (made with unflavored gelatin), among my many efforts to feed my daughter well and limit sugar and other junk food. To this day, she is my child with much more of a sweet tooth, so I can only wonder if this early effort completely backfired. I can tell you that she's the pregnancy I had sweet and fruit cravings with, while with my son I craved meats and fat (including red meat, which I typically avoid).
I won't claim that we adhere to perfectly healthy eating. My husband insists on junk food being around, but I have always tried very hard to limit it for the kids and myself. I watered down their juice when they were little, only allowed soft drinks when we were eating out (and only sometimes and those without caffeine at that), I learned to cook from scratch much more as they grew to eat adult food, I researched which additives, preservatives, and other products were best to avoid, etc.
And still I had one (noticeably quite thin female) pediatrician accuse me of letting my daughter have dessert every day and presumably eat too much fruit. Yes, my daughter was picky and still prefers carbs, but certainly when she was young I forced on her all the good eating habits I could muster, always making her try her veggies and limiting her access to too many carbs and too many empty calories. And still the pediatrician was very accusatory and said she was just too heavy, RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY 8-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER! If she had pulled me aside to discuss this, I would have totally understood. But discussing it like that right in front of my very intelligent girl? Totally inappropriate, and perhaps even causing body issues much earlier than need be. Obviously we never saw that pediatrician again.
The only other possible "cause" I can point to is that my daughter had a lot of ear infections as a baby and all through her early years (needing tubes in her ears to help for a while). I have seen a few studies suggest that can cause a change in taste buds, and perhaps even be related to increased weight gain among children. Interestingly, her never-thin grandfather also had a long history of ear infections.
Here she is, cute as a button...
And lest you think I'm blaming only one side of the family, several other relatives on both sides tended towards being overweight much of their lives, so that's not the case. I know that being overweight is not an entirely genetic trait, but I must believe in my daughter's case that it was largely inherited. She watches friends who can drink pop and eat junk food seemingly all they want, some who are so thin their parents even encourage it at times, all while watching what she eats ALL THE TIME not so she can be thin like them, but just so she does not get even heavier. She can work out 20+ hours per week, eat healthy, and still she will not be considered thin (and, yes, she has done this, although not always staying so fit). She has to watch the thin girls get most of the attention from boys, because high school boys just don't know any better, in my opinion. She has to pass clothes down to her smaller mother. She has to watch her little brother eat like a horse and still need pants with an adjustable waist so they don't fall right off his thin frame. And it all makes me ache inside, because I see it hurting her.
I should also say that I don't think anyone could, or should, call my girl fat. (And if you do, I may punch you - fair warning.) If she were a boy, folks may have called her husky, or something similar. Once around age 10 or 11, when she insisted that she was fat, I made her try on plus sized kids' clothes to prove my point (not saying there is anything wrong with wearing plus-sized clothes either, just that this was needed to improve my girl's self-esteem). They fell off of her, much like regular-sized clothes would fall off of her brother. Even today fully grown, she wears size 6, 8 or 9 to my 4, 6, or 7 (oh, the woes of women's clothes sizing and how it varies by brand, but that's an entirely separate issue!). She has wide shoulders to my narrow ones. And so on.
But, despite probably always bordering on and sometimes even being considered overweight, my daughter is so much more beautiful than I've ever been. Her smile lights up her eyes. She is extremely photogenic. Her hair is thick and luxurious. She has hips and a female figure! (Even when I gained weight, I'm still not all that shapely.) And she has a quick wit and can hold her own in just about any conversation (despite still being a teenager). She's a Christian with a good heart. I hope she surrounds herself with people who know just how great she is her whole life, and I hope she helps others realize how great they are as well.
And here she is, all grown and beautiful...
Because, as I've said many times, we all have issues. We all have insecurities real or imagined. We all have the hand we were dealt. It's how we play it and the kind of person we become inside that matters most. Because that shows through more than some of us realizes. Thin or heavy. Tall or short. High IQ or not so high. White or black. Sinner or saint. And everything in between. We all just get this one life. Let's make it great.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Stand up! But keep listening, too
By nature, I avoid anything resembling a confrontation. When I was young, I was so painfully shy I avoided anything that might even lead to a confrontation or difficult conversation. Early in my marriage, I'd beg Darrell to call the phone company or any other service provider if something was wrong that we needed to resolve.
I credit Darrell with teaching me to argue, and without meaning to, teaching me to stand up for what I believe in. In a strange turn of events, I am now the one who is better at demanding good service from companies we do business with. I am not mean, but firm. I remember a co-worker hearing me deal with an issue from the office once, and she was shocked that I could be like that, because she'd never heard the firm, insistent Jennifer.
When I was first testing my wings with this new and improved Jennifer who stands up for what is right for herself and for others, way back at my first professional job, a situation arose. Through overhearing office gossip, I found out that coworkers in another department with the same job function and title were getting paid quite a bit more than those of us in my department. Just a few years before, I'm quite sure I would have just kept my mouth shut, and stewed in my own juices about it. Instead, I brought it to the attention of the Vice President of my department. I wasn't really even demanding about it, and I don't think I would have said anything even then if it hadn't affected several other people besides myself. Within a few weeks, five of us got significant raises to bring salaries in line with the other group. To my knowledge, I was the only one who brought up this disparity in pay, even though others realized it. Despite my fear, I was never treated poorly after. In fact, I think I earned respect by standing up for myself and my coworkers. At least, I like to think so.
I don't have regrets about my past. My experiences and decisions brought me to the life I have now, the life I love. When I think back to the 18-year-old girl just graduating high school with so many ambitious dreams, I know that I've accomplished them. I quite honestly have everything I ever wanted. From 40 on, it's just icing on the cake, and it's a pretty tasty cake. Sure, I have bad days. Sure, I'd like to move all my family and friends to my neighborhood. Sure, I know I could lose it all, or at least lose someone significant in my life, at any time. But overall, life is sweet.
But, if there is one thing I'd go back and change about myself, it would be that I would have always stood up for what is right. I would go back and have the tough conversations. I'd go back and try to stop the bullies from picking on kids in my grade school. I'd go back and talk to the school administration about things that weren't handled well. I'd make my voice heard, because I would know there were others just like me that were afraid to speak up, so I would speak up for them.
I've had a few weeks of difficult conversations. A few weeks of standing up for things that I believe are right for both myself and my daughter. It hasn't been easy. I'm admittedly more hurt when my children aren't treated fairly than when I'm not. I'm even a little worn out from it. Right now, it even seems like little or nothing will be done, for us at least, resulting from these tough conversations. But I have learned that it is still important to speak up. Things may not change today based on matters I raise, but if I speak up now, policies might change for those who come after. I have several examples from past experience of things getting better for others that followed after me, even if I didn't get to experience the benefit personally. I speak up so that even if it doesn't help my daughter, it might help your younger daughter five years from now. I speak up because I used to be afraid. I speak up for the people that can't. And, I hope I learn to do it better, to speak up for other important issues that I just stay out of now while I'm so busy supporting and raising my family.
So, I'll leave you with one final thought. Learn to speak up for what you believe in, but make sure you don't learn it so well that you forget how to listen. That's the lesson I am trying to make sure I learn myself.
I credit Darrell with teaching me to argue, and without meaning to, teaching me to stand up for what I believe in. In a strange turn of events, I am now the one who is better at demanding good service from companies we do business with. I am not mean, but firm. I remember a co-worker hearing me deal with an issue from the office once, and she was shocked that I could be like that, because she'd never heard the firm, insistent Jennifer.
When I was first testing my wings with this new and improved Jennifer who stands up for what is right for herself and for others, way back at my first professional job, a situation arose. Through overhearing office gossip, I found out that coworkers in another department with the same job function and title were getting paid quite a bit more than those of us in my department. Just a few years before, I'm quite sure I would have just kept my mouth shut, and stewed in my own juices about it. Instead, I brought it to the attention of the Vice President of my department. I wasn't really even demanding about it, and I don't think I would have said anything even then if it hadn't affected several other people besides myself. Within a few weeks, five of us got significant raises to bring salaries in line with the other group. To my knowledge, I was the only one who brought up this disparity in pay, even though others realized it. Despite my fear, I was never treated poorly after. In fact, I think I earned respect by standing up for myself and my coworkers. At least, I like to think so.
I don't have regrets about my past. My experiences and decisions brought me to the life I have now, the life I love. When I think back to the 18-year-old girl just graduating high school with so many ambitious dreams, I know that I've accomplished them. I quite honestly have everything I ever wanted. From 40 on, it's just icing on the cake, and it's a pretty tasty cake. Sure, I have bad days. Sure, I'd like to move all my family and friends to my neighborhood. Sure, I know I could lose it all, or at least lose someone significant in my life, at any time. But overall, life is sweet.
But, if there is one thing I'd go back and change about myself, it would be that I would have always stood up for what is right. I would go back and have the tough conversations. I'd go back and try to stop the bullies from picking on kids in my grade school. I'd go back and talk to the school administration about things that weren't handled well. I'd make my voice heard, because I would know there were others just like me that were afraid to speak up, so I would speak up for them.
I've had a few weeks of difficult conversations. A few weeks of standing up for things that I believe are right for both myself and my daughter. It hasn't been easy. I'm admittedly more hurt when my children aren't treated fairly than when I'm not. I'm even a little worn out from it. Right now, it even seems like little or nothing will be done, for us at least, resulting from these tough conversations. But I have learned that it is still important to speak up. Things may not change today based on matters I raise, but if I speak up now, policies might change for those who come after. I have several examples from past experience of things getting better for others that followed after me, even if I didn't get to experience the benefit personally. I speak up so that even if it doesn't help my daughter, it might help your younger daughter five years from now. I speak up because I used to be afraid. I speak up for the people that can't. And, I hope I learn to do it better, to speak up for other important issues that I just stay out of now while I'm so busy supporting and raising my family.
So, I'll leave you with one final thought. Learn to speak up for what you believe in, but make sure you don't learn it so well that you forget how to listen. That's the lesson I am trying to make sure I learn myself.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
What a Difference a Year Makes...
One year ago today, I was completely overwhelmed. Darrell had been gone already for almost two months, though he was on his way home for the weekend. Will had just had surgery and been in the hospital for three days, and had a setback just that day. The movers were coming to help us get out of our home of seven years the very next morning. The kids and I were moving into a temporary place that I was quickly realizing wasn't as nice as I'd hoped. I was heading to Indy for a quick trip for my brand new job the next week, and then starting work full time from our temporary place the week after that.
I was a mess, but I had no choice but to trust it would all work out. And it did.
It was a tough several months, but a year later, things feel much more solid and stable. Instead of moving away from our beloved home and friends, we're on the way to making new friends. We like our new house perhaps even better than the old house. Both Darrell and I have stable, though of course not perfect and sometimes trying, jobs. Both kids have made friends here and seem to like their schools and activities. We found a church home quickly. We lost a beloved pet (Chester), but after grieving for a while, we have sweet Simba. It is starting to feel like we belong. And that's such a good feeling.
I know others experience even more trying circumstances than we have over the past year or so. But I have to believe that after the trying times, it gets better. After the storm, sometimes there is a rainbow. After the pain, there is peace. Sometimes you have to just get through it, and there is beauty on the other side. And usually there is even beauty along the difficult journey, if you just look hard enough. I hope you see some of that beauty today.
I was a mess, but I had no choice but to trust it would all work out. And it did.
It was a tough several months, but a year later, things feel much more solid and stable. Instead of moving away from our beloved home and friends, we're on the way to making new friends. We like our new house perhaps even better than the old house. Both Darrell and I have stable, though of course not perfect and sometimes trying, jobs. Both kids have made friends here and seem to like their schools and activities. We found a church home quickly. We lost a beloved pet (Chester), but after grieving for a while, we have sweet Simba. It is starting to feel like we belong. And that's such a good feeling.
I know others experience even more trying circumstances than we have over the past year or so. But I have to believe that after the trying times, it gets better. After the storm, sometimes there is a rainbow. After the pain, there is peace. Sometimes you have to just get through it, and there is beauty on the other side. And usually there is even beauty along the difficult journey, if you just look hard enough. I hope you see some of that beauty today.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
The World Keeps Getting Smaller
As a young girl, I got to go to the Magic Kingdom several times. Not because my family had all that much money, but because my Granny lived and worked in Kissimmee, Florida (just outside Orlando). We would drive the 16 hours from our home in West Virginia many summers during miner's vacation (yep, for part of my life, I was indeed a coal miner's daughter). As wonderful as the Magic Kingdom was, I don't even think it was my favorite Florida theme park. I remember Sea World, too, but my absolute favorite was Circus World. Does any other 70's kid remember that awesome amusement park? I don't remember a lot, but I remember being so excited to go and so happy there!
I could ride any ride at any of the amusement parks and not get sick. I still have an iron stomach compared to most my age, but admit that the teacups would now do me in (I still love roller coasters though - especially smooth, fast ones!).
The Magic Kingdom opened the year I was born. And I have a favorite memory of something my sister and I would get each year we went - the coolest balloon with a colored Mickey Mouse shaped balloon inside, and a clear/transparent white regular balloon on the outside. I remember admiring those balloons, watching some of them float away from other children while I held mine tight (including my little sister's a time or two, I think). They looked something like this, although I don't remember the ones of my childhood being so transparent on the outside balloon or having the inner one with the print/design:
Would you like to guess what my favorite Disney ride really was though? It's a Small World After All, of course! Years later, riding it first in adulthood with my husband and friends, and then again at later times at least once with each of my children when they were young, there was something so comforting about that tune and the ride. Even if the tune does get stuck in your head for days and days... and days after the ride is over.
My daughter is at Disney World for the first time without us this week. The first time we took her, she was four years old. Wasn't that just yesterday? She is suddenly so grown up, so independent. And she's always been my more independent kid anyway. I miss the four-year-old who believed, just a little, that the Disney princesses just might be real. I miss the four-year-old, so sure she wouldn't like shows at Disney at all compared to the rides, and the look of wonder after seeing her first Disney show (The Lion King). She didn't complain about going to a single Disney show after that. I miss the four-year-old and her five-year-old cousin pulling us all through the parks, so eager to get to the next adventure. I turned around twice, and she grew up on me, but you may be tired of hearing me talk about that already.
Perhaps just amazing to me as my little girl being grown, is how small my world seems to get year after year. I know several people at Disney this week, the same time as my daughter. Two friends were kind enough to even send videos of my girl in her parade. One friend is one I still miss sometimes so much that it hurts, my next door neighbor in Lexington that I still wish I could have moved right along with us.
And, many years after my Granny has moved, and then passed away, we have family nearby in Florida again. Darrell's parents live in Florida each winter, and his aunt and her family just moved to the area last year. It is doubtful any family will see my girl while she's there, but at least I know they are nearby if she really needed them.
It is just surprising how often I know somewhere where one of us is going, how small the world has grown. Even moving here, a city I hadn't even visited in many years, we had people already we knew. And while I haven't seen them as much as I'd like, I know I have friends with history already here, and maybe already just about anywhere I'd go (at least in the US). The more we've moved, the more we travel, the more we reach out and connect with others, the smaller our world becomes. And I like it that way. I like it very much.
I could ride any ride at any of the amusement parks and not get sick. I still have an iron stomach compared to most my age, but admit that the teacups would now do me in (I still love roller coasters though - especially smooth, fast ones!).
The Magic Kingdom opened the year I was born. And I have a favorite memory of something my sister and I would get each year we went - the coolest balloon with a colored Mickey Mouse shaped balloon inside, and a clear/transparent white regular balloon on the outside. I remember admiring those balloons, watching some of them float away from other children while I held mine tight (including my little sister's a time or two, I think). They looked something like this, although I don't remember the ones of my childhood being so transparent on the outside balloon or having the inner one with the print/design:
Would you like to guess what my favorite Disney ride really was though? It's a Small World After All, of course! Years later, riding it first in adulthood with my husband and friends, and then again at later times at least once with each of my children when they were young, there was something so comforting about that tune and the ride. Even if the tune does get stuck in your head for days and days... and days after the ride is over.
My daughter is at Disney World for the first time without us this week. The first time we took her, she was four years old. Wasn't that just yesterday? She is suddenly so grown up, so independent. And she's always been my more independent kid anyway. I miss the four-year-old who believed, just a little, that the Disney princesses just might be real. I miss the four-year-old, so sure she wouldn't like shows at Disney at all compared to the rides, and the look of wonder after seeing her first Disney show (The Lion King). She didn't complain about going to a single Disney show after that. I miss the four-year-old and her five-year-old cousin pulling us all through the parks, so eager to get to the next adventure. I turned around twice, and she grew up on me, but you may be tired of hearing me talk about that already.
Perhaps just amazing to me as my little girl being grown, is how small my world seems to get year after year. I know several people at Disney this week, the same time as my daughter. Two friends were kind enough to even send videos of my girl in her parade. One friend is one I still miss sometimes so much that it hurts, my next door neighbor in Lexington that I still wish I could have moved right along with us.
And, many years after my Granny has moved, and then passed away, we have family nearby in Florida again. Darrell's parents live in Florida each winter, and his aunt and her family just moved to the area last year. It is doubtful any family will see my girl while she's there, but at least I know they are nearby if she really needed them.
It is just surprising how often I know somewhere where one of us is going, how small the world has grown. Even moving here, a city I hadn't even visited in many years, we had people already we knew. And while I haven't seen them as much as I'd like, I know I have friends with history already here, and maybe already just about anywhere I'd go (at least in the US). The more we've moved, the more we travel, the more we reach out and connect with others, the smaller our world becomes. And I like it that way. I like it very much.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Half of 50
When I was 25, I proudly told family and friends that I was
“half of 50”. Looking back, I don’t know
if this was supposed to make me seem more mature, or if I was just so young
that 50 still seemed a lifetime away.
Tomorrow, I’ll be 86% of 50.
That doesn’t have quite the same ring, somehow.
I finally understand what my parents used to say about us
kids growing up so quickly. I finally understand what they meant about not
really feeling old. I finally understand
why my mom seemed so tired so often.
I have no regrets, because the life I chose led me to the
life I have today, one that is rich and full, and includes a loving loyal
husband, children who by turns challenge and inspire me, family and friends who
fill my life and make it worthwhile, and even a job that motivates me to do it
well and in its own small way contributes to helping others.
The 25-year-old me that I remember knew so very little, but
already she was learning a great deal.
She already had a strong marriage.
She knew by then that her parents actually knew what they’d been talking
about during her teen years, and she was starting to learn that she was very
happy they’d erred on the side of overprotection.
My goals now are a bit different than they were then. I want to hold onto time with my children,
but I keep feeling it slip away. You
don’t know what it is to be a mother until you are one, no matter how many
parenting books you might read (and this is coming from someone who read LOTS
of them). In the beginning, sometimes
just getting through the day and finding a few hours of uninterrupted sleep is
the best you can hope for. Later on, a
night out with your friends refuels you.
But before you know it, you are wondering how many more times your
teenage daughter will be seen with you at the movie theatre. How long before she’ll only go with her
friends, or maybe just with a boyfriend?
You feel your intelligence in her eyes falling precipitously.
On the occasions that your children do echo back some of
your better words of wisdom (i.e., “I don’t know why anyone would even try
smoking!”), you hope and pray that means you’ve gotten at least some of this
parenting gig right. And while you may
be able to take some credit still for the younger child’s good behavior, you
realize with each passing year that the older one is more and more her own
person (and she was the independent one already).
At least in my life:
- My early 20s were about figuring out who I was, especially in relation to my husband and career
- My late 20s/early 30s were about learning what it was to be a mom, and re-figuring out what it meant for me to be a Christian
- My late 30s were about “getting my grove back”, finding the me that was definitely a mom, but also still my own person
- My early 40s have been about learning how to let go of things that I thought were finally solid (via a big move to another state), all while holding tight to the most important people and things
So, what do I hope for the next stage? My goal is to learn how to better reach out,
to connect to the community around me, to find more meaningful ways to give
back (whether that be donating my money, my time, etc.), and to gracefully let
go as my kids leave the nest and learn to live on their own (all with the
assurance I’m still there for them when needed).
And if you see me crying at an upcoming college visit or at
my daughter’s high school graduation in a few years, don’t judge! It may take a few tears to learn how to let
go gracefully…
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