I am thankful 12/5/2010

For advent wreaths. Simply beautiful.

For kind fights (and fighters). Responses on Twitter made it clear that many people find it shameful to admit fighting with those closest to them. And I am beginning to realize that part of the reason for this is that fights for many are filled with not only pettiness but downright cruelty. I have truly been blessed with people in my life who fight kindly.

For vespers. In the past week I have been to beautiful formal vespers at the National Shrine, serene monastic vespers with Benedictine monks, and contemporary youth vespers with the Franciscan Friars of the Renewal. Some were more “my style” than others, but all were not only vespers (which I always love) but also in community which is (just about) always better.

For Anne Rice. I was so very happy to see her at the first vespers of Advent. I do not want comments on her here, other than my own thankfulness that she can still love God beautifully, despite her disagreements with the Church.


Why Blog?

I have planned for a while to post about why I blog. People seem to think that I blog because I think I have something for others. Oh no. I blog for me. Because blogging is natural for me. Asking why I blog is like asking why I talk to coworkers. Um…

Yes, whenever I get negative comments that imply that I hurt someone I consider shutting this blog down and going someplace else where “no one knows me.” But I don’t do that in real life. And I can’t help hurting people.

Instance: the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. One of my normally chatty coworkers who loves to talk about meat and asks me questions about vegetarianism (along with asking me if I am Amish or a ballerina!) asks me what I am doing for Thanksgiving. I tell him and then ask if he is excited about some great food. Wrong question. It turns out that his wife is in the hospital, and I can tell that he is hiding hurt since I’ve rubbed turkey grease (or lack thereof) in his wound over spending his days off in the hospital caring for his wife. Ouch.

But the only way for me to avoid such things is to never say anything. And then I will hurt those who really needed a happy coworker to chat with.

So I hurt people. And I move on (after salving my feelings of guilt and self-loathing, of course!).

I was going to post a long post about this sort of thing and try to really explain myself. I did not think that I could make all others understand, but at least I would have something to read myself the next time I felt like shutting down my blog.

But then I looked at Josh’s most visited page (we both use Chrome and when you open up a new window or tab it shows you screenshots of the top sites you visit). And I determined that I want to get this blog on his top list. The Catholic one is already there, but apparently my regular blog isn’t that interesting?!

Well if that isn’t a challenge, I don’t know what is! I must somehow compete with top tech sites for a bit of my husband’s attention. And, I’ll not kid myself, I always love more attention from him.

So instead of posting about why I blog with lots of itsallaboutmetalkingtomyself explanations, I am posting to explain that I blog to get web attention from my husband. So if you think things are crazy around here, just know that you’re not the one I’m blogging for. I am determined to get on his top list by the end of the year. Which means that I need to start ignoring challenging comments and fears over others reactions and just post. Crazy things.

Oh, and if you feel like commenting (not on this post in particular) please do so. He is the type to click through to read comments which means more views of my blog which means Chrome knows that he thinks I am the BEST!

If you were to be honest about why you blog, what would you say? Don’t worry, I won’t tell your readers. We can keep it between you and me and whomever reads this blog (which is apparently not usually Josh).


I am thankful 11/28/2010

For safety while traveling.

For thankfulness. At the start of this year I did not feel especially thankful. I felt needy and desperate. I was unemployed and Josh’s work had not only slowed, some of his few clients were not paying. I stood in the frozen food section in Wal-Mart and looked longingly at the peas. There was no way I could justify buying them for $1.25/lb when dried beans could be purchased for the same price and then double in size once soaked. I watched my naturally happy husband slip away into a world of stress-induced depression knowing that he would not have felt so much pressure if only I were employed. I cried over a toothache not because of the pain, but because of the knowledge that it could soon feel dreadful and that there was no way to pay for a root canal.

The one luxury we had was the internet since  it was essential for Josh’s  work. And so I got to spend my days sending in resumes and reading what felt like the entire world moaning over their luxury. One friend complained that she and her husband had been having such a hard time financially that they had only made the minimum payment on their credit card that month. Others complained that they did not have babies or husbands. And I seethed. “Are you serious? You have nothing to complain about! You may have $300 in debt, but if anything went wrong you would have nothing more to worry about than a bit more debt to pay off. You are in the position where you could afford to adopt, the only reason you are unhappy is that you feel entitled to a child made out of your own body! You think not having a husband is bad? Try having one and then watching yourself destroy his life! I could tell you from experience that it is far, far easier to eat ice cream and cry on the couch because you are lonely than to sit on the cold floor crying because you are far too stressed to have anything coherent to say to your spouse.”

And then it struck me that if I could see how entitled these people were and how they were only unhappy because of their incorrect focus, then surely someone else could see the same thing in my life? Yes, I might be cold, but I could always take a blanket and sit on the floor by Josh’s desk and the space heater. I might not have money for vegetables, but I was never hungry thanks to beans and cheap flour to make bread. I never had a safe place to sleep each night and clean running water in the morning. Furthermore, we might have been far too stressed to enjoy each other’s company, but how much better to have a stressed spouse than an abusive one?!

I realized that there was nothing that I could do to make my life better, but I could choose to be thankful for the things I had that others would so desperately wish for. And so I resolved to be thankful. Less than two weeks later I was most solidly hit over the head by the earthquake in Haiti. There was nothing that I could do and I could barely handle the thought. It was so very clear that I had everything to be thankful for.

I could be thankful for the fact that I had a few planters of greens so that we were not entirely without fresh vegetables. I could be thankful for the tremendous gift of church nearby. And soon I could even be thankful for thankfulness.

Now it is almost a year later and I have not only a refrigerator stocked with vegetables but dental insurance I find myself incredibly thankful for the chance to appreciate what I have. Some days I struggle to think of what to add to my thankful list, but that is mostly because I am afraid that I have either already listed it, or that it is just too much gushing about Josh. So now I am thankful not only for the many physical blessings I enjoy, but for the fact that my gratitude is a natural response to previously wished-for blessings rather than a forced recognition of what I do have, even as I desire so much more.


I am thankful 11/21/2010

For tangerines. At $1.49 for 3lbs! And all of you locavores may come back with your sign-up materials once I move to Florida or Southern California.  I will be happy to sign up then. For now, yum!

For Italian peppers. I don’t like them at all, but Josh thinks that they are amazing. And I am all about easy amazing!

For socks. Especially ones that come from the store (and in pairs). Can you imagine what a pain it would be to have to make all of your own socks? Plus, I don’t actually like the crazy-thick knitted type.


Defensive?

I have never measured the depth of my parents’ epidermises, but I suspect that it would be correct to say that they have thick skin. I grew up expecting others to question my choices, and well-prepared to respond with confidence as long as I knew that I was choosing correctly.

For years my father did all of the errands, and to give my mother “a break,” he would take those of us who were older than the current baby–but younger than the teens–along with him. I thought that it was normal for some people to comment on the number of children, and was amused by my father’s responses.

Q: Are these all yours?
A: Oh no! … This is less than half of my children.

As I got older and my parents were not around when people made comments about the size of my family, I would be polite but secretly think that the commenters were incredibly stupid. After all, even if they thought my family was a democracy rather than a dictatorship, it was not as if I could have been around to vote on the first 7 children!

Soon I started making my own “controversial” choices, and it seemed perfectly normal for others to question me. Some members of the hyper-conservative subculture in which I was raised were extremely harsh in their critique of my decision to go to college. I ignored them because I knew they were wrong in their most basic understanding of my life.

Then my choices began to clash with the broader culture as I got married at the age of 22 and worked in a place where the average age of first marriage for women is 27. I am now 25 and work in a place where the average age of first marriage for women is 29.9.

I expect people to be surprised that I am married. When they ask questions I respond by agreeing with them that I am unusual/a crazy risk-taker/extremely lucky/insane and then I assure them of my happiness with my state in life. I know that getting married before the age of 25 is basically asking for divorce. I know that it is stupid. I also know the reasons that caused me to make this “stupid” choice and that so far I am far more pleased with my choice than I expected to be when I made it.

I plan to make many more decisions which are at odds both with the subculture in which I was raised and the one in which I now live. I expect that others will be curious and critical. And that is as life should be.

So it is difficult for me to be sensitive to others’ insecurities.

A few weeks ago I realized that perhaps as a child I had misunderstood my parents’ confidence. So I asked my dad if my memory was correct, or if he was ever hurt by comments about his many children. He told me that he was never bothered because he always felt that he was the one who was blessed, and the questioner the one who was wrong.

Then on November 10th I saw a great set of tweets from the lovely (and wise!) @MrsAlbrecht:

If God is your fortress, why are your walls so high?
When you are your own fortress, you’re always on high alert, like the TSA, taking everything personally and ready to defend.
You don’t joke around while officers examine your passport and judge if you’re worthy to enter. Do people joke around you?

I thought that her approach to this issue was perfect. It is not simply a matter of self-confidence and knowing that what one is doing is best for oneself. It is a matter of a deep spiritual peace that allows for the security to enjoy both humor and openness to criticism. If one is confident that one is following God, then one can take what is useful and ignore the rest of others’ criticism or curiosity regarding one’s choices.

I know that no matter what I do or say, it will be wrong in someone’s view. That is quite alright. I am not perfect and the best that I can do is to simply do the best that I can do. And sometimes doing the best that I can do means doing something really stupid, like getting married at 22 or posting my thoughts for all the world to see.

All is well, so long as I do not have to carry around the weight of a chainmail suit.

Do you struggle with taking things personally and getting offended? Or are you one who struggles with offending others even though you meant no harm? Are you like your parents in this?


Large Families

Regular readers know that while I am from a large family, I do not plan to have one myself. I believe that having a large family is rather like having a celibate marriage in that it is ideal only for a select few, and in reality often comes about through significantly-less-than ideal circumstances. If an angel from God appeared to tell me to have a large family… then I would just have to assume that it was really not an angel.

I believe that, apart from very particular circumstances, parents are called to parent their children. Any choice that detracts from this, even the choice to have more children, should be called into question.

Not My Family, But Still Large

When I state my beliefs, I offend people. Apparently as a seventh-born child it is my duty to provide a safe-haven for those who choose to have many children. Alas, my parents were so busy with my younger siblings that they neglected to train me for this role in the world.

I often feel badly when reading comments/tweets/emails from people whom I have hurt, but sometimes I am just amused. Because, you see, it seems that many people do not know what a large family is.

I do not plan to have a large family. I do plan to ideally have… perhaps… 5 children.

It is obvious to me that there is no contradiction there because 5 children does not a large family make. It is humanly possible to really parent 5 children. But other people are silly. Some imagine that I am condemning them for having a third child. And this I find most confusing and amusing because not only do I not condemn anyone; I think of 3 children as a somewhat small family.

How many children do you imagine when you hear the term “large family?”


I am thankful 11/14/2010

For sweet people online. A few people completely misunderstood something that I tweeted and responded by kindly trying to help me understand how there really is a loving non-sexist God. While I did not actually need their explanations, it was nice to see that there are people out there who will take the time to try to lovingly correct misunderstandings. And when I get the energy tomorrow I will have to lovingly correct their misunderstanding of me! But in any case it was a whole lot nicer than dealing with the hurting people online to like to tell me that I should apologize for offending any given group of people! And of course I was thrilled by the people who understand what I mean, even in fewer than 140 characters.

For water. Have I mentioned before how much I love having pure drinking water available at the turn of a knob? Or how enjoyable it is to be able to take hot showers every day? Water is wonderful.

For a husband who will take the time to listen and help fix me (yes, I really do both need and want to be put back together correctly!) and then drive me to the train station when we have talked away the time that I should have spent walking to the bus.

For roses in November. Some days I love the South. And yes, I still think of anything south of New Jersey as the South. Warm November days are pretty high up there on my list of love-inspiring items.


10 Tips for Parenting a Happy Healthy Large Family

Guest Post by Young Mom. Regular readers know that I believe that large families are as marred by sin and selfishness as any other size family, and that the more people involved the greater the harm that can be done. So I am thrilled that Young Mom agreed to share her ideas on ways that parents of large families can parent well. Even more than always, be kind with your comments. And enjoy!

I am the oldest of 11 children. I enjoyed many things about growing up in a full house; a lot of what you hear about big families is true! There is always someone to play with, you learn to work together with lots of other people, and you get lots of opportunities to learn about caring for children of all ages. Personally, I love children, and I would even love to have a fairly large family myself.

It’s also true that having many children means that each child won’t get as much individual attention. I think that this fact ended up being helpful in my family. When there is emotional dis-function or excessive control from parents, less attention can be a bit of a relief. My world would have been very different if my parents had stopped with 2 or 3 children. The pressure I was under while living at home was so great, I can only imagine how it would have intensified if my parents had not been forced to spread themselves a little thinner. So yes, my family had its issues. I don’t feel that those issues were rooted in the amount of children; however, those issues were played out within a large family.

I have 3 young children myself, and I’ve been thinking a lot about how I want to raise them. So when Rae asked me to do a post on what parents of large families can do to avoid some of the particular problems large families run into, I was interested. I can’t say I have a lot of experience in what to DO yet, but I do know some mistakes that the family I grew up in made that I will be avoiding at all costs, so I will share some of those.

1. Don’t tell your older children that “all their siblings are watching them” and the younger children’s actions are contingent on the behaviour of the older child. I had endless anxiety over my performance, and felt guilty over things that my siblings did! I felt responsible for every one’s behaviour and attitude as a child, and let me tell you it was exhausting! It may sound silly, but as a child that was my understanding of my role in the family.

2. Don’t demand perfection. It may be hard to keep expectations reasonable when you feel overwhelmed as a parent. But please remember that your kids are still learning. Never being able to fully please your parents is damaging, and for me it made me want to quit trying entirely. Comparing children to their siblings only makes them feel judged on the basis of performance levels. Give your children the gift of being good enough.

Recognize your children’s efforts. No they are not able to contribute as much as you can as an adult, and yes their standards may look a bit different from yours and their attitudes may not be as stellar as you’d prefer, but they are trying! Whether you believe it or not, your children want to please you! Be please-able! In a large family it can be easy to only recognize the really BIG things, try to see the little efforts of each child as well.

3. Respect your children. Realize that they are little people, with the same desires, emotions, struggles and challenges you have. They are just as fully a person as you are. Respect them and their feelings just as much as you would anyone else. As a child I often felt like my perspective was vetoed without consideration. In order to maintain control my parents often approached things with a formula and that meant an inability to listen to feedback. Listen to what your kids have to say, and don’t be afraid to apologize when you are wrong.

4. Please take care of yourself as a parent! As the parents of many children it is harder than ever to make the effort to take care of yourself. But I WISH my parents would have done this. I remember my mom being exhausted but refusing to get the rest she needed because she “had work to catch up on around the house”. I can recall months at a time where my mother never found the chance to leave the house. Often parents feel that by sacrificing everything they are truly being unselfish and caring for their children. I would argue that unless you are caring for yourself you are going to be incapable of fully caring for your children. When you are depleted, your children get the leftovers.

5. Don’t turn your older children into mini-parents. This is a big one, and the one I see parents of large families violate the most often. I see no problem with older siblings helping out with younger children. It can be fun and rewarding to help care for a little brother or sister. But please be careful that you don’t let it become full-time parenting. If your older child is responsible for dressing, feeding, teaching and watching a younger child, that is too much. Please remember that the older child is still just that, a child. They will do stupid things; they are not ready to be a parent. Please do not let them run a younger child’s life when they are too immature to run their own!

Situations where the older child has too much authority over and control of a younger sibling’s life can lead to very unhealthy situations including physical and sexual abuse.

Most particularly, NEVER give an older child the responsibility of disciplining siblings. Older children tend to have a hyper-sense of justice and want to please their parents, resulting in perfectionism. Now the younger children not only have their own parents to please, but myriads of older siblings’ standards and preferences to deal with. It is impossible to teach an older sibling how to discipline a younger sibling responsibly. You are the parent, do it yourself.

6. Don’t forget that you have younger children you can delegate chores too, they shouldn’t all end up on the older children’s to-do list. As the oldest child, I had a lengthy list of chores at an early age. The problem was that the list didn’t change, it was just added to. My mom at times felt overwhelmed at the prospect of teaching another child to do the same chore, it was easier to just let me take care of it. The result was that every chore I had at age 10 was still on my list when I was 17, plus all the additional chores that had been added as I matured. The responsibility was exhausting sometimes and I was always behind in my work because there was simply too much for me to try to keep up with.

7. Don’t make your kids responsible for your feelings. It’s easy to blame your kids for a bad day; after all they certainly contribute to the amount of work it takes to keep the family running! Please keep yourself from venting at your kids. It is unreasonable to expect children to bear the burden of their parents’ emotions. Yes, maybe you are feeling overwhelmed or unappreciated, but it is not your kids fault. Bad days happen for many reasons, and it’s OK to feel frustration, but be careful that you do not make your children feel guilty for existing and adding to your burden. Your children will have many needs, and by having many children you will have more needs than average to take care of! But having needs is not selfishness on their part.

8. Don’t forget that your children are individuals. The temptation with large families is to treat the entire group as a whole, forgetting the individuals that make up that group. Yes it may be more economical to have everyone take the same extra-curricular activity, but while piano lessons may be one child’s dream come true, don’t assume they will all feel the same way, and don’t make any child feel bad for having interests that lie elsewhere. Yes, one child may require more time in conversation, but that doesn’t mean they have a problem, maybe it’s just the way they relate. Another child may drag at chores, it may not be laziness, maybe it’s just personality. Give your kids the freedom to be who they are, even if it doesn’t fit your dreams, and even if it’s more inconvenient to have so many individuals. In the same way, watch out for sibling persecution. Peer pressure is one thing, making fun of a sibling or excluding them from interaction is so cruel, and it can be remembered for years. Try to be there to spot it and correct it, because the persecutors may not be fully aware of how their actions hurt their sibling.

9. Try to give attention to every child. This is related to recognizing them as individuals. Don’t expect every child to feel loved in the same way. Some may treasure gifts forever, others may forget about them the next day. Some may love having a quick chat; others may not be into talking so much. But in a large family, every child will value individual time, time with spent with their parent alone! Whether it’s reading a chapter of a book with Mom after everyone else was sent to bed, or going out to a fast food restaurant alone with Dad. It may seem like it is not worth the amount of effort, but taking the time to do something with each child individually and just drop everything and listen to them talk, is irreplaceable. Some of my best childhood memories are made up of those moments.

10. Be sure that each child has privacy and things of their own. You share a LOT in a large family, and in many ways its a great thing. But sometimes it can get exasperating when there are improper boundaries. Every child should have a few toys/possessions that only belong to them, that anyone else has to ask before touching. Most of the time, children in a large family do not get their own rooms, but try to give them a space of their own, whether it is a drawer that no one else can use, or a box where they can keep whatever they want. In the same way, respect boundaries as a child grows and matures. Make it possible for your children to have privacy for changing clothing and bathroom time. It may require some shift scheduling of the nighttime routines, but you’d be surprised how your teenage daughters might be willing to negotiate for 15 minutes uninterrupted in the bathroom to pluck their eyebrows and wash their face. If a child needs time alone, let them have it! You know you need time to recharge as a parent after your kids are in bed, well depending on the child, they might need quiet time as badly as you do!

Check out Permission to Live: Musings of a Young Mom for more of Young Mom’s posts!


I am thankful 11/7/2010

For drugs. Of the decongestant painkilling sort. I suffered from many significant headaches as a child and possibly worse sinus infections as a teen. And I never took any of that evil medicine stuff that they sell at the store. And then a year or so ago Josh saw that I was in pain and decided to do something that normal people do and get me a normal solution in the form of a little pill. OMAHGOODNESS! Did you know those things can work? They are not a perfect cure, but they can make life bearable. Who knew?!

Of course I promptly forgot the most amazing discovery. So it took me almost a week of being sick with something (Sore throat? Check. Stomachache? Check. Back pain? Check. Pregnant? Um, what does a sore throat have to do with being pregnant?! No!) plus a sinus infection before I remembered (with a little help from Josh) the presence of evil drugs in our cupboard. And between pills and the neti pot I can actually function. Not to mention sleep at night. Thanks be to God!


I am thankful 10/31/2010

For my next oldest brother. Since our lives have both gotten crazier (and more normal) these past few months we do not get to talk nearly as much as we used to. So it was great to be able to catch up a little this week.

For Thanksgiving. I think that all holidays should be moved to either Tuesdays or Thursdays so that it only makes sense for everyone to have two days off!

For a parish that really felt like home today.


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