Sunday, September 30, 2012

Lincoln's Heroes 2012 Edition

We arrived bright and early Saturday morning at the Tempe Diablo Stadium to participate in Sharing Down Syndrome's Walk for Down Syndrome. Our family had a lot of fun last year, so we were amply excited to go again--especially Bree. And this year Lincoln was old enough to know that we were at a big, fun event. The older kids jumped right into the nearest bouncy castle when we got there, while we hung out with Lincoln, trying to stay in the shade.

The stroller couldn't keep him happy for long though.


He got quite  a lot of attention, what with being an adorable, tiny little man wandering around on his own.

While Lincoln was exploring, Bree and Mason tried their hands at the various carnival booths.


And they were AMAZED to see that Spider Man was there.

Then Lincoln started getting cranky, so Chad put him on his shoulders. That little arrangement didn't last long. Lincoln wouldn't leave his hat or his sunglasses alone.

Lincoln was getting hotter and crankier by the minute. At 9:15am it was 90 degrees. A free Jamba Juice smoothie helped. It was also the first time Lincoln successfully drank from a straw (so that's the secret; he just hasn't been dehydrated and overheated with previous straw attempts!).

The smoothie kept him happy for like four minutes. We tried free Blue Bunny ice cream next.

That kept him relatively quiet while the other kids got painted tattoos (that's my friend Amy's daughter on the left).


At this point we were purposely skipping the actual walk portion of the festivities because A) It was very hot, B) Lincoln was losing it, and C) They were making people actually walk...like out of the stadium and along a path of considerable distance, which is not what we signed up for (how dare they expect us to walk at a Walk, right?). Now I must add D) We are lame and lazy.


One of the highlights of hanging out by the tattoo booth is that we got to meet Gina Johnson, the founder of Sharing Down Syndrome, and one of the most amazing people I've ever met.

We were so glad that Adam and Heather could be there with us, my friend Amy and her family came again, and my cousin Jennifer and her girls came too. We are so grateful to everyone who has shown their love for us and for Lincoln!

Lincoln is appreciative too, despite the fact that he's screaming in this picture
9/22/12

(ABC did a local news story about the walk, which was neat to watch)

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Turtle Encounter

The kids had been going a little stir-crazy this week, so Thursday my mom and I took them to the zoo. Having season passes is great--we let the kids choose what they want to see, and we don't stress about "getting our money's worth."

I let Bree navigate the map, you know, so we could count that as home school geography time. And we learned about all kinds of animals, so that's science. Field trips are awesome.

It gets hot early in the morning in Phoenix, so we tried to stay in the shade. The kids asked me to take their picture by the Komodo Dragon, as usual, even though that metal statue was burning their buns.


But the big highlight of the day was the Turtle Encounter exhibit. The turtles just climb right out of the pond, and walk up to you!


You can feed them whatever you have on hand (protein bars, the lid from your water bottle), and they'll eat right out of your hand while your mother cringes. You can teeter dangerously close to the water's edge to peer into its murky depths. And it's all included in the price of admission!

Sweet turtle memories.

9/13/12

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Soccer!

Bree has never shown much interest in sports. She's always replied "No" when we ask if she'd like to play soccer, basketball, or tee-ball. But that all changed a few weeks ago when our family headed to the track (Chad to run, me to push the stroller around, and the kids to play on the field). We had brought along a few toys, including a soccer ball. Bree spent quite a lot of time kicking the ball around the field by herself. She ran and ran, breathing hard, and with a big smile on her face. As we headed home, she announced, "I'm good at soccer!" So this time when we asked if she wanted to play on a soccer team, she replied, "Yeah!"

The first soccer practice was a little chaotic--our family was at the doctor's office waiting for Mason to get a splint for his probably-broken wrist. I had to leave Chad and the boys there while I took Bree to the soccer fields (our second vehicle was in the shop). The fields were hectic, and I was lucky to find Bree's team, since I couldn't even remember her coach's name. I left her there to warm up with the other kids, and headed back to the doctor's office to pick up the rest of the family. By the time I got back, found Bree's team, took Mason to the bathroom and back, practice was over. It was getting really windy and threatening to rain. So I didn't really get to see Bree practice much, but she said she had a lot of fun.

The second practice was much better. The weather was gorgeous and cool, and Bree worked on some core skills.
Like dribbling






And heading




She also has very adoring fans



Her team even won its first game, which was not nearly as painful to watch as I had anticipated.

We are so proud of Bree, her hard work, and her great attitude on the field. Go Blue Sharks!

Recipe for a broken wrist


Start with a four-year old boy,
add unlimited energy,
mix in the inability to sit still while doing anything,
toss in some reckless abandon,
and stir thoroughly in a rolling, swiveling desk chair.

I didn't see it happen, but the screaming fell into the "I'm actually hurt" category. He said, "I jumped off the arm of the chair." I don't know how he managed to stand on the arm of the desk chair in the first place, but that's Classic Mason for you. After an hour passed, and he was still complaining of pain and still babying his wrist, I called the doctor. He got a splint that evening, an x-ray the next morning, and had to wait until Monday to get a cast.

While we waited for the doctor, I asked him what color cast he wanted. He said, "purple." I told him, "No, Daddy said no pink or purple." He replied, "Maybe violet?"

I convinced him that blue was the next best thing.


He gets a lot of sympathy for the cast, and when people asked him what happened, he sighs, looks down, and melodramatically says, "I jumped off a chair." I tell them to not be fooled by his act. The cast has in no way slowed this kid down.

His wrist may be broken.

But his ability to jump off furniture is still intact.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Monday Letters

Dear Claypool Walmart,

I don't agree with your choice to become a wanna-be-Super-Walmart. I didn't need another grocery store. What I need is a store with a decent selection of home furnishings, and I resent the fact that I now have to travel over 60 miles to get that. However, I am in love with your bakery's donuts. I am loyal to Fry's and Safeway when it comes to my groceries. But they cannot beat your raised donuts.

That being said, I take issue with the creative license that your bakers have been taking with flavors. I'm a well-seasoned donut-eater, so I know a Bismark when I see one. When a donut is a solid circular shape with chocolate frosting, there should be vanilla custard inside. Today I was surprised to find caramel filling oozing out of my counterfeit Bismark. It wasn't inedible, but it was definitely not what I wanted. And when has a maple bar EVER had filling in it? My son's maple bar had the vanilla custard that should have been in my Bismark (by the way, he promptly spit it out, because all fillings are disgusting).

So please, either label your donuts, or stick to the basics. I would appreciate it.

Sincerely,
Disappointed Donut-Eater

***

Dear Hope Family Care,

I apologize for the unscheduled takeover of your waiting room this morning. I hoped my children would be engrossed enough in the video on my laptop so that I could get my allergy shot without completely disrupting the office. I realize that was a gross miscalculation on my part.

I'm sorry my toddler dropped your arterial thermometer on the floor. I think I put it back together correctly.

I'm especially sorry that my 4-year-old puked up his granola bar all over the waiting room floor. Please give Billie a raise, because no receptionist should have to clean barf off the floor.

Cordially,
Mortified Mother

Friday, September 21, 2012

Bonds that Make Us Free


This month, for our book club selection, I read Bonds that Make Us Free: Healing Relationships, Coming to Ourselves, by C. Terry Warner. This book is a life-changer. 

Bonds That Make Us Free: Healing Our Relationships, Coming to Ourselves

Because I was reading a copy that belonged to Kathleen (my friend in the club who chose this book), I was not able to mark or highlight the pages the way I was itching to. Instead I jotted down what I felt were the most important points in the book; most of it verbatim. And it turned into quite a long post! I will probably just end up purchasing this book, as I think everyone in the world should.

At any rate, for anyone who has every quarreled, been hurt or offended, held a grudge, or felt they should be happier, (in other words, everyone) here's what this book is all about.

Self-Betrayal

Self-betrayal occurs when we go against our personal sense of how we ought to be and act. (e.g., You notice that the car is almost out of gas. You instinctively feel you should fill the tank so your spouse won't have to tomorrow. But you don't.). It's less about right vs. wrong (because we can twist those concepts to work in our favor), and more about listening to the light that is inside of us, and the personal obligations we feel towards each other, soul to soul. "Sin is anything you cannot do wholeheartedly."(Baal-Shem)

Self-betrayal puts us "in the box." Living in the box means being convinced that other people and our circumstances are responsible for our feelings and our helplessness to overcome them. This leads us to start blaming and making excuses in order to rid ourselves of responsibility. We become self-absorbed.

When we betray ourselves, we undergo a transformation. By seeing others suspiciously, accusingly, or fearfully, we ourselves become suspicious, accusing, or fearful. By no longer seeing them with care, delight, and generosity, we cease to become caring, delighted, and generous. The kind of people we are cannot be separated from how we interpret the world around us.


After self-betrayal, we act in an I-It manner towards others--seeing them as objects who exist for our use/our own agenda. They can be obstacles, vehicles, or irrelevant. The term I-It is one word because the way we see others is inseparable from how we, ourselves, are. If we are thinking of others as real persons, with genuine concern for who they are, we are in an I-You manner. (This concept comes from Martin Buber)

Three aspects of the self-betrayer's conduct:
  1. accusing others
  2. excusing oneself
  3. displaying oneself as a victim
For example you can't accuse someone else of being at fault without simultaneously expressing that you're suffering because of them.

We can't feel justified in withholding kindness from others (kindness which we know, deep down we should be giving, hence the self-betrayal) unless we find, or invent, some reason why they deserve it.

When we are in the box, our behavior will put others on the defensive, and they will be in their own box. Both of us will view words and actions in a skewed way, and the offenses and self-defenses will go around and around (which the author calls collusion).

Once we betray ourselves, accuse others, and box ourselves into the victim's role, we no longer see things the way they really are. In self-betrayal, our moral sense or conscience becomes untrustworthy. In the darkness of our self-absorbed, suspicious thoughts and feelings, we cannot discern the way forward. Our conscience then serves to support the lie we're living.

Some styles of self-betrayal:
  • Self-Assertiveness ("I need to look out for myself")
  • Self-Righteousness/Martyr-hood
  • Childishness (loudly complaining)
  • Perfectionism (to convince self of worth)
  • Self-Disparagement (This one is the most difficult to recognize; the person says "I'm just not any good," using it an excuse, a strategy for evading responsibility)

When self-betrayers accuse others and make themselves miserable, they don't do it maliciously. A real fear motivates them--a real fear of something that is not real (e.g., fear of being a monster, or fear of being condemned by others). If we understand how threatening the world seems to them, we will set ourselves free of our accusing, judgmental attitude. Understanding self-betrayal and self-victimization can soften our accusations of others, open us to acceptance of their efforts, and enable us to let go of our accusing attitudes and emotions.

As long as our hearts are wrong, we can't do right. Going through the "right" motions while we still have self-betrayal in our hearts will fool no one. Other people are not taken in by our self-deceived, counterfeit actions.

How to get out of the box

The boxed-in world we experience as self-betrayers offers us opportunities to submit in humiliation or to stick up for ourselves defiantly, which are both self-absorbed actions. But it offers us no chance of simply doing the right thing without concern for ourselves. We cannot trust our perverted conscience, but rather we must look for what is true (another person's innate worth or their genuine needs and feelings), and listen to the light inside of us (a reality from God that guides us in how we ought to respond). Only then will we experience a change of heart.

We must let ourselves be affected by light coming from others, or in other words, by the truth concerning what they are feeling (rather than our skewed assumptions about their motives). In order to do this, we have to be in an I-You mentality, because once we stop thinking about ourselves, we open ourselves to be touched and humbled by the truth and reality around us. We need to:
  • Be open and searching, and allow ourselves to be influenced. 
  • Ask ourselves, "Might I be in the wrong?" Simply by asking this question truthfully, we have already taken the first step out of the box. If we do not suspect ourselves of having been wrong, our search for what is right won't be completely sincere. The discovery that we are responsible for our troubles does not condemn us, but opens up a way of escape.
  • Waive our demand for justice (we excuse them because once we focus on ourselves and our own faults, we no longer think they owe us anything)
  • Live truthfully and considerately
  • Let go of blame. Blame is the lie by which we convince ourselves that we are victims. It is the lie that robs us of our serenity, our generosity, our confidence, and our delight in life.
  • Do the right thing. Not doing right when we know what's right is doing wrong. We should do the right thing in response to another's need with concern, compassion, or love. If we lack concern, compassion, and love, we should still do the right thing because it is right.
  • Abstain from whatever ails you (criticism, anger, self-pity, self-disparagement). Treat those actions as addictions you must free yourself from.
Relapses do happen, and can be drastic. Pride can quickly derail our path. We can choose how to handle our relapses, and those choices, those responses are as important to our well-being as our initial change of heart.

Past relationships with others who were also inside the box (collusive relationships), can continue to influence us, sometimes without us being aware. We must trace our long-running emotional and attitudinal habits to their source, and root them out ("unfinished business"). Unless we do, we shall never fully get rid of current collusive relationships that afflict us. Our current emotional problems are the accusations we make of others now. They are not scars from the past, but actions in the present--actions of portraying ourselves as having been scarred in the past.

We cannot alter past events. We cannot take responsibility for things that happened to us. But we are responsible for the effect they have upon us--for the meaning we assign to them and the way we remember them. And we can learn and grow from them. Whether past pain blesses or crushes us is ours to decide. Tragic events in life can be extremely hard, bringing with them the worst human suffering. But they are not excuses. Blaming "the way we are" on events in our past is self-betrayal.

Forgiveness

With this new view of what causes our hurt or offended feelings, we take a new approach to the concept of forgiveness.
  • Forgiveness concerns our wrongdoing, not theirs (our failure to treat them as we ought, finding fault, or refusing to forgive them).
  • Our act of forgiving consists of repenting of this wrongdoing of ours (ceasing to accuse)
  • When we cease to accuse them, we cease to feel there's anything on their part that needs to be forgiven.
Genuine forgiveness includes a desire to be forgiven and, if it is fitting, to seek that forgiveness, without requiring an apology. Our actions cannot depend on what others do, or else it is not genuine forgiving. We also need to strive to not take offense in the first place, thus forgoing self-betrayal. If forgiving can be thought of as a recovery from moral and emotional illness by means of a change of heart, forgoing is never falling morally and emotionally ill in the first place (it's a prevention rather than a cure).

Instead of seeking the "good life," seek a "life of goodness." Our quality of life depends on the the choices we make, moment by moment, to do exactly what we sense is right toward all living things, including God. The most valuable personal characteristic we need to cultivate is a constant readiness to yield to the truth in all circumstances, no matter what the cost.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Testi-what-now?

(During today's history lesson)

Me: When the Egyptian priests turned a body into a mummy, what did they do first?

Bree: They cut open the body, and took out its lungs.

Me: And its stomach, and liver, and...

Bree: Testicles.

Me: Intestines.

Bree: Right. Intestines.
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