Thursday, April 19, 2012

Nothing

I am heading off to a retreat (Walk to Emmaus) and will be completely offline and disconnected from Thursday evening until Sunday evening.

It's kinda scary.

Being without my phone, my computer?  I can handle that.

Being away from my husband? My kids?  I can handle that.  The hard part is that there is no contact between me and them.  I can't send a text message, make a phone call.  I can't ask about their day or send a picture or say goodnight and I love you.

I'm taking time today to record me reading some favorite good night books.  They will be stored on my computer so Jeff can access them.

I know it sounds odd to be attending something that requires me to completely disconnect from my life.  But as I understand it, that's kind of the point, too.  Disconnect from my life so I can fully connect to my relationship with God.

I have 2 sponsors- friends from my church that have attended this event before.  They are here to take care of anything that might hold me back from being fully focused on my experience.  I take great comfort in that.

Here on the blog- there will be nothing.

Contact with my kids and husband? Nothing.

Status update on Facebook? Nope. Nothing.

Tweets? Emails?  Nothing.

Running errands?  Gardening?  Housework?  Sushi?  Calling Christy?  Nothing.

And yet, somehow... the coming days hold everything.

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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Ohana

I love my church- I'm pretty open about that.  I find my church to be a special place and I love my church family.

This past Sunday, our pastor gave yet another message that left me feeling like he's somehow digging around in my heart and in my brain.

Ohana.

It means family.  It is said to be a Hawaiian word.  But it means family in the extended sense of the term- not just blood relation but also adopted and intentional.

Intentional family.

I really like that.

I love my family- my parents, Jeff's parents, siblings, aunts uncles, and so on.  The love I have for my church family- my intentional family- is different.

Intentional.  On purpose.  Family on purpose.  Isn't there something wonderful about that?

One point of the sermon on Sunday was that "there's a difference between attending a church service and belonging to a church family."  That is so, so true.  And having that church family? That is one of the main reasons I sought out a church home.

I've never doubted the existence of God.  I've gotten angry with Him, I've doubted His wisdom, I've questioned my purpose... but my faith in God has always been steadfast.  When I left home for college, my relationship with my church needed serious redefining.  Going to college opened up this wiggling little question in my heart- Does God only love some people?  It's kind of what I had been taught and it was kind of terrifying to think of how broken I knew I was at that time and to think that God, by the things I'd been taught about sin and sinners, might not love me in the way I thought God was supposed to love.  So I turned away from church for a while.

It wasn't until I had a better personal definition of my relationship with God and had a more intimate understanding of my purpose that I suddenly realized that something was missing.  It took me a while to figure out that what I needed was a home.

I visited a couple of churches when I moved to Indiana but none were quite right.  I even joined one but mostly because a lot of my theatre friends were members there.  I started getting involved with the choir but then the theatre thing took off and I left church in the dust.  Life got crazy with new jobs and divorce and drama.  Life got good again and I started a half hearted search when a friend suggested I come visit his church.  I hemmed and hawed and eventually decided to go.  From the moment I walked in the door, it felt different than anywhere I'd been before.

And now, 8 years later, I am fully part of this community, this family- my ohana.

My ohana reaches well beyond Sunday morning.  These aren't people I just see on Sunday morning and then pretend to be excited to see again the next Sunday.  These are people that I want to spend time with, that I am eager to know more about, that I want to be connected with.

In the sermon, the 4 main points were that my church family helps me refocus, helps me face life's problems, fortifies my faith, and helps me find purpose and meaning in my life.  Check, check, check, and check.

Just like with any family- it isn't all sunshine and roses.  My church and my involvement in it isn't all sunshine and roses.  There are people that don't keep commitments or people who talk smack about others or people who get selfish or fights between friends.  The same thing happens in any family, doesn't it?  Someone says something that might hurt my feelings.  Someone makes a choice that doesn't fit my agenda.  There are people in my family that I don't get along with as well as others.  People I don't know as well as others.

Finding my church home and my ohana has proven to be an immensely important part of my faith journey.  Each person that I have interaction with, that I build a deeper relationship with, that I come to love and trust is an important part of my life.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

WW: Week... Um...

Well, I haven't officially logged my food in weeks.  I am mindful of my eating and my choices, though.

I haven't weighed in since March.  Need to amend that today.

I haven't been consistently working out but have been making my best efforts to be active on some level many times a week.  It's been a challenge.

But I'm not upset about it.

I also haven't turned to junk food.  I haven't been chowing down on chips or burgers.  I'm not always making the very best choice but I'm also not making the very crappy choices.

It's not lack of motivation that is keeping me from being active.  There are times when the schedule just gets insane.  There are times when plans are made to get that workout in and then life or work or carpenter bees destroy those plans (that was yesterday's plan ruin-er- carpenter bees had gotten into the house).

This journey isn't about losing a certain amount of weight or fitting into a certain size.  This journey isn't about completing a set goal.  There is no end point.  This is everyday life.  Sometimes, I will be really on track with food and fitness.  Sometimes with food.  Sometimes with fitness.  Sometimes there will be challenges to face.

People like to say it's a marathon, not a sprint.  I get that and have said it myself many times.  But I kind of disagree with it, too.  Because even a marathon takes time to achieve.  Even a marathon does eventually have a finish line.  Healthy living as a true lifestyle means- for life.  My only finish line is that really final one and I'm hoping the choices I make now help me live a strong and vibrant life until then.

My 3 months with Weight Watchers is about done.  And I think it did exactly what I was seeking- helped me get back on track, helped me regain my focus.

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Monday, April 16, 2012

Dress Shopping

There are few things in life that leave me realizing how fat I still am than dress shopping.  In fact, it might prove to be a good strategy to make myself go try on dresses anytime I lose workout motivation.  There is great danger that it could backfire and I could go into an emotional tailspin where I come out on the other end of a dark eating binge... but there is also a good chance that realizing how shaky and jiggly and large everything is will encourage me to get myself to the gym.

We are going to a wedding in a few weeks.  It's been ages since we had reason to dress up.  I like dresses- when they are comfortable and flattering.  So I wanted something new, something fun, and something a little stylish.

I am not a shopper.  Not at all.  I don't like to shop.  I don't like trying on clothes.  I don't like going through racks and finding things to try on.  I don't like trying to create outfits.  It makes me tired.

So when I decided that Saturday was going to be The Day I Find A Dress, I wasn't going to fail.

I had no idea it would be such a dramatic experience.  Here's the bottom line.

I bought this dress.  It was outside of what I wanted to spend but I thought it was super great.

Until I got it home.  I didn't have the magic mirror or the sale ladies telling me how gorgeous I looked.  I still liked it- don't get me wrong.  But for the price of the dress ($90) and the belt ($50), I really needed to LOVE it.  There were some make up marks in the white area that mostly came clean in the store (they used clorox type disposable wipes) but for $90, it needed to be perfect.  So I decided to take it back.

Plus, there was this other outfit that I really loved there.  I wasn't going to get it.  It was CRAZY expensive and way outside of any clothing budget I might have set.  But I kind of felt like I bought the black and white one as a consolation prize for not getting the outfit I really loved.


That dress? $160. The shrug- $60. And the $50 belt.  Even if I went and found a shrug cheaper and a belt cheaper, I can't imagine spending $160 on a dress.  No matter how amazing I felt in it.

So I was home and frustrated.  I posted on Facebook that I really need to make a list of friends who like to shop so that I can have serious help in the future.  I also knew that if I didn't find a dress right away, it was going to really bother me and I would lose the interest in buying something new.

So Teagan and I headed to JCPenny.  And she helped me pick out and try on a few things.  Had a couple outfit options that I liked and then Teagan found The Dress.  I found a large black belt to go with it.  Dress- $40. Belt- $15.


Now trying to determine the Perfect Shoes is the next great challenge.  Opinion seems to be going with a deep red for accessories.  A friend loaned me a great bracelet and I think I have a necklace and earrings that would work well with it.  I'm thinking these shoes might be a good choice.

This girly thing is absolutely exhausting.

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Friday, April 13, 2012

Bullying and Those Bad Parents

I'm angry.  I know it can be dangerous to write when angry.  I also know that some of my best thinking and doing starts when I write while angry.

I was listening to The Bert Show this week on my drive in to work- as I almost always do.  The discussion was on the documentary "Bully" that releases this weekend.  You know I am going to see this movie at some point.  Readers of my blog know that we have dealt with bullying in a way that most people aren't so open about, I suppose.  I've been very honest and open here on the blog about our experiences with our daughter being the bully.  (If you're new here- I suggest clicking that link and you will see all the posts where I have shared about our experiences with our child being a bully.)



Here's where I get angry.  The radio show was taking calls and they had some experts in the studio.  They were talking with kids who witness bullying or who are bullied.  Facebook blew up with comments and the conversation took the turn it always does- to blame the parents of the bully.  This morning, as a follow up to one of the more heart wrenching calls from the previous day, one of the hosts full on stated that bullies have bad home situations.  One of the hosts stated that he wants bullies to hear the call from the girl who was a tortured victim of bullying and he wants them to feel shame for what they've done if they are a bully in their own school.

First quick thought was- yes, they should feel something when hearing this little girl crying on the radio about how she's been bullied for 5 years.  Second quick thought was- but it shouldn't be shame that we focus on.  It should be that if you are a bully and you hear that call and on the inside, you are feeling bad for her and you are recognizing that the choices you make in your peer environment could be impacting someone in the same way, you are feeling something appropriate and should be encouraged to act on it.  Not encouraged to feel more shame.  Because one thing I do believe to be true is that the majority of bullies suffer low self esteem and are already feeling shame and beating themselves up.

Then the comment about the home life of bullies was made and I blew up in my car.

I tried to call in but they had moved on to another topic and it was suggested that I leave a comment on Facebook.  Which I did.  But having my blog as my platform is far more satisfying.  And I can say more.

I got to work and posted on Facebook my thoughts.  And then began to see the comments from other listeners and their opinions of the parents of kids who bully and I had that heart-sinking- punch in the gut feeling that I had when I first heard that my daughter was bullying other kids.  I wanted to message each of these people and tell them that my husband and I are GREAT PARENTS and we LOVE our kids like crazy and our home life is fun but also disciplined but not abusive or overly strict or cruel.  That my kids are the focus of our family and are not neglected or abused.


And I thought about blurring out the names- but these folks posted on The Bert Show's Facebook page so it's easy to find their names anyway.






I get that there are situations where parents will disregard their child's mean choices.  I get it that there are homes where kids are being abused or are growing up with "rough" parents who teach them to be tough.

But I want the message loud and clear- that isn't the situation with every bully.  That isn't the home life of every mean child.

Yesterday, The Queen of Free and her husband celebrated the freedom from the last of their debt with a spot on The Dave Ramsey Show.  One thing that the King of Free stated and has really stayed with me is that "The death of communication is the birth of resentment."

If your child comes home and tells you that my child said terribly cruel things to her, please find a way to contact me.  Send me an email, contact the teacher, call me.  Please don't assume that my husband beats my daughter or that I am emotionally cruel to my child.  Please don't assume that my daughter is in a wretched home situation.  Please don't assume that she has parents who are disengaged or don't care about her.

Instead, please consider that she has parents at home who are aware of the problem but aren't aware that it has happened again.  Please consider reaching out so that we have the opportunity to correct the problem with our child.  If you are going to assume anything, please assume that my child has engage and passionate parents.  Maybe you've reached out to other parents with issues before and been disregarded or put down.  But please don't stop trying.  Because at some point you might find me at the other end or you might find another parent like me- one who is trying to work through this behavior problem on a consistent and ongoing basis.

And here's a shocking idea.  Let's say the school does know that the response from the parents won't help.  Or maybe you reach out and you do discover that the kid is in a difficult home situation.  Does that mean you just brush it off?  Does that mean you don't take action?  Holy crap!  If I know a kid who is in a tough home situation... who has parents making dumb, selfish choices or who has a parent who pushes them too hard... you know that situations where the kid feels out of control or the kid feels worthless... I can't imagine turning my back.  I know that not every situation can be turned over to the authorities and not every situation can be helped by school administration.  And if my kid is the one getting picked on, I know that I will be angry with that other child.  But I also know that if I am aware of a kid in a hurting place, I do what is within my power to do to show them that they are valuable and they are loved.  Even if it is as small as looking them in the eye with a smile and a hello, giving them a hug when appropriate, taking time to sit and talk, and maybe even being there for them to talk to when the moment presents itself.

I'm starting to get scattered with my thoughts.  It's a big subject.  And maybe it's something I should focus on and write about in more detail at some point.  But like I said- right now, I'm angry.  Right now, I want to defend myself.

My child has the capability to be a cruel bully, a true mean girl.  My child also has the capability to be incredibly thoughtful, empathetic, and compassionate.  My child is funny and charming and smart- and can also be manipulative and verbally slay other kids without being detected by adults.

My husband and I are parents who love our children.  We are focused on raising them to be compassionate, caring, generous individuals.  We believe that our kids have great things to do in this world.  Finding out that our child had the ability to be so cruel to others turned our world upside down- I cried and cried.  I questioned everything I had done to that point as a parent.  I wondered if I was too hard on her or if my expectations were too high or if I was too soft on her or if I was just plain doing everything wrong.  Eventually, we figured out that there were reasons for the things we were seeing.  Now, almost 2 years into our school experience, we know that this is an aspect of her personality that can be honed into something positive or, if left unattended, will run rampant and create a truly cruel teenager.

So we work on it.  We try our best.  We address is consistently every time it comes up.  All I ask is that if your child encounters a bully, please consider that the parents of the bully are more like you than you may want to admit.

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Thursday, April 12, 2012

Hello!

Hello!

Привет!

Hallo!

Bonjour!

नमस्कार!

Kumusta!

Olá!

مرحبا!

হ্যালো!

Salam!

您好!

Pozdrav!

Γεια σας!

In an attempt to find a blog topic today, I started looking over my blog stats.  Come to think of it, the only time I check my stats is when I need a topic. Hm.  This time, the information about where my visitors are from was interesting to me.

Most of my readers come from the US.  Not a surprise.

But Germany and Russia hold the #2 spot.  And Canada comes in 3rd.

I was surprised to have so many visits from Syria, Bangladesh, India, Brazil, and Malaysia.  I know they might just be random hits based on specific search terms.  But it's interesting to me that visitors from all over the world could land on this little tiny piece of internet real estate.

Leaves me wondering what they take away from here, if anything.  And then I wonder about other sites people from around the world land on.  And then I worry a little.

So I wanted to put out a friendly greeting.  For anyone who might happen upon this little space of mine!

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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

My Awesome Kid

I am frustrated this week.  I am challenged to stay focused on the positive.

There's this Big Meeting happening in another city.  It's a meeting with Important People and it's a week long ultra examination of this business unit that was thrust upon me a year ago.  There are people from my department there.  And I should be there.  But I wasn't included.  I was invited to the meeting by those organizing it.  But the choice for me to not travel was made without me, without discussion with me, and without explanation.  Instead, I went on vacation and came back to discover that while I wasn't on this trip, I was expected to participate.  Which means being on a conference call for 8-9 hours each day.  Which means no lunch break because they take a catered in working lunch and I have assignments to get done before we regroup.  Which means barely finding time to make a trip to the bathroom or fill my water cup.  Which means no lunch hour workouts.  Which means falling even further behind on any work for other parts of my job.

So I'm frustrated.  I'm trying my darndest to not give in to the angry side.  I'm trying to stay focused on the value I am able to add over the phone.

And by the end of the day, after lacking activity and good meals and water and being stressed out, I want to stuff my face.

It's a challenge.

Last night, I got the kids from Jeff (he had a class at church) and we stopped for dinner on the way home.  Deciding on dinner was frustrating.  Zach only wanted McDonald's or Steak N Shake.  Wasn't going to happen.

Teagan was being very understanding.  Teagan was watching out for me and wanting to take care of me.  Teagan was suggesting places that she knew would make me happy (and would make her happy).

We ended up at Qdoba and we all ended up having a nice bite to eat together.

We got home and she was cooperative and loving.

Given all the challenges we have faced with her, it is so nice to feel like we've turned a corner.  It's like being 7 has had some magical impact on her choices and her behavior and her ability to empathize.

Don't get me wrong- both of my kids are awesome.  I'm just finding that I'm enjoying an age for the first time in a few years.  5 and 6 were really difficult.  4 is proving to have a few minor annoyances for Zach.  Teagan hitting 7, finding this independent side, finding this confidence, finding this eagerness... it's a breath of fresh air.



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