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February 26, 1969

The day my world turned dark.

“Blind” they said.

Never to see light again.

 

My mother holding me

Barely me

Her heart shattered.

A prayer for me…

A prayer for…

You

 

Far away

on an air force base

A place where wings can get you there fast.

A boy was born…

You…

for me.

 

What suffering did you bring on yourself?

Dropping heavenly matters like that

Racing to begin the work of growing up

for me.

 

No one knowing

My mother called you from Heaven,

Hurry up!

Come quick!

 

My world turned light again.

“A miracle” they said

over and over…

During the years of my growing up

for you.

 

A reminder:

Something special happened here.

A mystery?

A gift?

A miracle

 

Why me?

With miracle and blessing comes responsibility….

another gift:

A constant searching for light and purpose.

 

Maybe my mothers broken heart found God’s ears that day.

Her love for me so awesome.

Yet, I wonder

 

Could it be your ears she found that day?

Maybe it was your act of love that moved God.

A love that would leave Heaven, in a flash. to reach Beshert.

Dropping everything, regardless the cost.

 

Maybe God gave me back my sight.

Allowed me the ability to find light in the world.

So that one day I could return that gift of love to you…..

 

Seeing you

All of you

The light that burns in and around you

blinding bright

 

“The Gaze”

slow burn

never stop

made to last

 

Happy Valentine’s Day Richard

my love

my best friend

Beshert

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Heaven

I am reading “Falling Upward” By Father Richard Rohr.  He says, “The entry into heaven is the rediscovery of the still-enchanted world of a happy child”

This really struck me.  How often I am trying to get my children to leave that place to come into my frazzled, burned out, pay the bills, adult world.

“Hurry up…..Clean up…..Go to sleep…..Wake up……Sit down……Eat your dinner……Take your hands out of your pants…..Put your clothes on…….Don’t climb on that…….Get in your car seat it is time to go……We are late, hurry up…….Don’t splash water all over the floor……Put your clothes BACK on…….Don’t leave the door open…..The toilet is NOT a toy…….You are making a mess”……etc.  It is too easy (and depressing) to go on any more.

When I am saying these words, I am trying to pull them out of that enchanted happy place.  No wonder they don’t hear me.  They are in Heaven, and I am in Hell!!!  Who would want to leave Heaven to go to Hell.  I don’t blame them.  Maybe I need to focus on observing them more.  I need to learn some more about Heaven.  I have forgotten.  They could teach it to me.  Instead of feeling annoyed at their immersed contented distraction while I am barking out orders, I  feel a huge wave of thankfulness that they can still tune me out to stay there.

C.S. Lewis in the “Screw Tape Letters” talks about the Devil.  He says that the Devil’s greatest victory was tricking us into thinking he doesn’t exist.

He has definitely tricked me into trying to pull my kids out of their “still-enchanted happiness” (without hesitation), to come and live with me in the world of “hurry up, don’t be late, don’t have fun, life is a schedule” world.

I may not be able to just go live in Heaven with them, as we do have to eat, and keep the lights on.  But I am gonna try cherish their “happy world” more and see if I can learn anything.

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The same ole fight

I have found after being married for 17 years, that some fights never change.  The fight we had before my high school reunion when we were dating, is the same fight we had this weekend.  Except, it is not just a fight this weekend.  It is actually ALL of the same fights piled into one.  They grow and multiply.  When you are in the middle of the “same ole fight”,  you can’t remember which fight it is.  Some type of time warp opens up.  One minute I was mad about this weekend.   The next thing you know, we were sitting in the car Richard had when we were dating, fuming about my high school reunion!

The content doesn’t really matter.  It only changes slightly.  Suffice it to say, it was more of petty importance than “life or death”.    You would think that we would be immune to this sort of repetition in our lives since we both hold masters degrees in Marriage and Family Therapy.  Obviously not.  I think it is the rare individual that can see their own blind spot.

I have learned one thing though:

That advice that sweet old couples give to newlyweds,  “Never go to bed angry”, is a big pile of crap.  They are obviously not 2 “first born”s duking it out!  When ever we have tried that, it only added hours to the fight.  I would have never gone to bed!

I think my Catholic Grandma, who raised 9 kids in poverty had a better motto:  “Just go to sleep……it will all be better in the morning”.   Works every time!  You limit the stupid mean things you say to each other.  You wake up refreshed.  Then you make up, or laugh about how ridiculous your fight was in the first place………….or best case scenario: both.

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2012 Here I Come!!!!!!

Three words……….

That was the theme last night for our impromptu New Year’s Eve dinner party.  We had the honor of 7  of the most interesting, genuine, solid people I have met, and that was it………just three words.

Three words that encompass the direction you want your life to take this year.  Three words that are themes for your growth.  To give credit, the idea came from writer Chris Brogan who does this in his own life each year.  We asked our guests to think about just three words.  This in place of a concrete New Year’s Resolution.  They could share or not.  No pressure.

The Result:

With out a doubt the most moving New Year’s Eve I can remember.  We laughed until we cried.  Then we cried until we laughed.  We were riveted to the table, sharing bacon (kosher) burgers, skirt steak, hoppin jon, collard greens, okra, and our hearts with each other.

As words began to emerge………like:  mermaid, trust, love, faith, bridges, edge, connect, mentor, eliminate, potential……..stories came with them.  Not made up versions of people’s stories.  Not the illusions that we try to create of ourselves to show others.  Not a single ego tried to take the show.  These were just bare souls revealing their deepest desire for this next year.  It felt like magic.  Like God came down to sit with us.  We were a secret garden removed from time as we zoomed towards midnight.

My three words:   faith, breathe, connect

Faith:  If I have been shown any evidence of God in my life it is that, his imagination is much greater than mine.  As I look backwards, I realize that I NEVER could have imagined the twists and turns my life has taken.  So why do I have so much doubt and fear about the future?  It is obviously going to be wilder than my imagination can conjure.  I have decided that it is time to have faith in this basic truth.   If beyond my wildest dreams is going to happen, then I better start preparing.  I need to be ready.

Connect:  Because of difficult things in my life the past 4 years, I have pulled back from connecting to others.  Yet, I get that feeling of God when I connect deeply to others.  So it is time to open myself to real heartfelt connections again.  I think that is how God weaves his imagination into your life.

Breathe:  I find that I am constantly holding my breath.  Waiting to see what others think of me, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting to fall down and make mistakes.  So I am going to remind myself to just breathe this year.  Have faith in God’s dreams for me, open up my connecting power to those i love, and when all else fails…………just breathe.

 

 

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The things that keep me up at night

I haven’t written in so long.  So what prompted this come back?  I am parenting alone tonight.  Richard is out-of-town, and my oldest son, Noah, was out with his friends enjoying some freedom that comes with being 14.  We discussed a curfew, and agreed upon 10:45.  Now I fell asleep and woke to the sound of him coming in the door at 11:45.  I had no time to worry and build up fear about him lying in a ditch somewhere (no ditches in our North Shore neighborhood but you get the gist).  Instead, I was able to really be aware of how much fear HE had built up,,….about me and my reaction.

It turns out that it was an honest mistake.  He had fallen asleep on a friend’s couch.  His friends were not aware of his curfew so did not wake him.  Then being the mench that he is, he still had to walk 2 girls home before he could get home.  He could not call me to tell me he would be late, so he had some time to worry.

I am constantly reading self-help, self-reflection, parenting, being a better person type books.  My latest favorite is: ” Brain Rules for Baby”, by John Medina.  It showcases everything we know up to date about how the brain develops and what that can translate into for parenting.

One of the nuggets from this really good book, is that our “brains seek safety above all”.  Any thing that seems a threat to this “safety” becomes the focus.  So what does this mean for parenting?

Well, we all fall into one of 4 categories of parenting styles:

1. authoritative:  firm but warm (good balance)

2. authoritarian:  firm but not so warm (harsh)

3. indulgent:  warm but not firm (no limits)

4. neglectful:  not warm and not firm (non-existent)

Sounds like we are talking about bread here, but one parenting style is the most effective for how our brains are wired.  You got it, numero uno,  authoritative.  I think about it like good coaching.  The best coaches demand a lot out of their players, but do not get angry when they make mistakes.  Instead, they see taking risks and making mistakes as the only way to grow and develop.  The players have immense respect for these coaches, but do not fear them.  They know that the coaches goal is for them to be the best that they can be.

When I think about what I REALLY want as a parent it is, that somehow I can facilitate my children’s true spirit to thrive and flourish.  To borrow from the old army slogan:  be the best that you can be.  Making mistakes is a big part of this.  Unfortunately this is just the way it is.  We learn as we go.  I am so painfully aware of this, now that my oldest is becoming more independent and starting to navigate the world without me helicoptering just above him.  No longer can I indulge in the illusion that I have control.  He is having to rely on himself, and make judgement calls that I can only process with him after the fact.

It really hit me tonight when I saw how afraid he was of my reaction to his honest mistake.  I don’t want him to be afraid of me.  How is that going to facilitate him using me as a resource when he messes up?  conscientious yes, afraid no.  I don’t want him to be afraid of “getting in trouble”.  The goal of discipline is really self-discipline not “avoidance of getting in trouble”.  I want him to see me as a coach and guide.  Someone to lean on when you have to learn and grow and figure it out.  But if he is afraid of my wrath, I only have myself to thank.

When I was a new parent of this firstborn, I am afraid I leaned a little more towards “authoritarian”.  I was certainly warm, but more controlling than firm.  And when it came to mistakes, I didn’t always get the most mileage out of them as teachable moments.  I was so determined to be the “perfect” parent that I wasn’t going to let anything or anyone get in my way.  Including this sweet little soul.  It was pretty easy at first.  He was such an easy baby.  All I had to do was love him.  Yet, as he began to have a mind of his own and explore the world, and relationships, it was a little trickier.  As his younger sister got added to the mix there were even more things to juggle.   I kind of understood that mistakes were good teaching moments, but I think my need to be “mom of the year” was mixed in too.  Mistakes could be embarrassing.  Like the time that Noah and his best friend (age 4) threw everything they could find into a friends fancy lawn waterfall to see what would happen.  Or the time that his younger sister threw a full-blown temper tantrum in the grocery store.  Or, when said younger sister refused to sleep as a baby, and just screamed instead.  The list goes on, but the bottom line is that these “mistakes” were messing up my ability to be the perfect mom.  It was making me look bad!  Perfect moms have perfect children you know.   I came down hard, because I couldn’t separate out my need to have absolutely no bumps in the road,  and their need to make mistakes and learn from them.

So what keeps me up at night is this:  Did this view of mistakes as failure get passed on?  Did my son become afraid of my wrath and therefore afraid of mistakes?  Did my daughter interpret my disapproval and anger as something wrong with her?  That strong emotions are bad, therefore she is bad?

I did not beat them or spank them.  But I have evolved to see that just being angry and losing your temper can be enough.  Children are completely at the mercy of their parents.  So if your anger comes through, either with words or actions, they have no choice but to be affected.  The brain is wired for safety above all else.  So when a parent loses their temper,   avoiding anger becomes the goal, not learning and growth.

I still remember the times that I lost my temper.  Did they cause it?  Of course not, how could they?  What could they possibly do that could warrant that.  My own frustrations and lack of sleep, and harsh judgement of myself were the trigger.  But I will never forget the look on their faces one day in the car when I was angry and yelling at them.  I remember realizing that they were afraid of me.  I could see that I was doing damage.  I still have the “contract” I filled out with them promising to never lose my temper like that again.

So I make mistakes too.  I am learning and evolving, but it is so damn hard to forgive yourself, and see what I want my kids to see:  that mistakes are opportunities for growth.  How do you forgive yourself?  Especially when you think your mistakes have affected your children?  You, yourself are still working on the attitude:  “mistakes are opportunities”.

I think the first step is just ask for forgiveness.  I know if I ask my kids to tell me the specific times I lost my cool, they can rattle them off better than their times tables.  So I will start there, and apologize.  And then I just have to practice what I preach:  Mistakes are golden opportunities for growth.  It is hard, and it keeps me up at night.  But a very healing woman in my life said, ” The more you can forgive yourself, the more forgiving you will be”

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Some thoughts on Parenting

I just got through reading a book called “Under Pressure” by Carl Honore.  Richard accuses me of reading books that just back up what I already think.  There is some truth to this.  I do tend to pick books that help validate my way of thinking.  Honore talks about how there is a lot of pressure to push your children to the height of their potential and yet micromanage them at the same time.  I feel that pressure living here on the North Shore of Chicago.  There is a lot of pushing and micromanaging going on.  Most of the time I feel like a complete “loser mom” because my kids each get 1 thing or sport to be involved in at a time, and they get the down time that they ask for.  So it feels reassuring when I read a book that advocates this approach.

Through his search for the “antidote to the the frenzy of keeping up with the Joneses”  Honore found not that.  I like that he did not try to give over the opposite of “hyperparenting”.  Instead, he discovered that there are some basic truths that apply to all children everywhere.  These fundamental truths I agree with 100%.

l.  children need to feel safe and loved

2. children need our time and attention, with no conditions attached

3. children need boundaries and limits

4. children need space to take risks and make mistakes

5. children need to spend time outdoors

6. children need to be ranked and measured less

7. children  need healthy food

8. children need to aspire to something bigger than owning the next brand-name gizmo

9. children need room to be themselves

10.  children come in all shapes and sizes and every family must find the formula that works best for them.

He goes on to say that parents just have to “shut out the background noise and listen more to their instincts.  Parents should aspire to meet their children’s needs most of the time and accept that they will mess up occasionally.  Do a ‘good enough’ job” and our children will be ok.

All this is good to hear amid the crazy current of parent overdrive that I find myself trying to swim in.

We all probably need to put down the “childrearing experts” and back away from the books!  But this one gets an A for what it explores and the conclusions it finds.

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NY Knicks

Noah and I went to NYC to see the Knicks play Miami for his birthday.  We had a great time.  Ate lots of good food.  Got to see Aunt Dandridge.  And even made it by the NBA store before the game.  This picture shows how much 14 year old boys love to have their picture taken with their mom on a busy street with lots of people walking by and “staring”.  The embarrassment was well worth it.  🙂  I tried to look nonchalant too but I just come off as the mom who is glad to have a picture of her 14 year old boy.  So who am I kidding?

This next picture was easier to procure because Noah is very proud to show off how tall he is.  He is standing next to Aunt Dandridge who he just recently passed. (height wise)

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