School-Talk Etiquette

mommy blogsHave you ever been in one of those awkward conversations where you realize you and your friend have divergent views? I have. Especially now that I’m a mom. Moms can be pretty passionate about their parenting choices.

Schooling is an especially hot topic. I’ve seen my fair share of carnage from school conversations. I’ve had my feelings hurt. And probably been the hurter of feelings.

So, what can we do? I’m writing about it over at The Better Mom today. I’d love it if you’d follow me over and even chime in on your perspectives!

Sending Your Child to Africa

mommy blogsSometimes life comes at you pretty fast, doesn’t it? When I stood (trying not to embarrass my son with my weepiness) at our elementary school for the 5th grade “Clap Out” earlier this Spring, I knew sending Caleb off to the middle school would be a big step.

 Little did I know it at the time, that’s not the only place I’d be sending Caleb this year. In less than a week he’ll be in another country on the other side of the globe without me! How does this tender-hearted momma feel about that?

 Come find out over at The Better Mom where I am blogging today…

New Adventures=Together Moments

Hot-Air BalloonMadison and I tried a new adventure last weekend: The Ravenna Balloon A-Fair. I’ve lived in Northeast Ohio for most of my life and Ravenna isn’t very far. But, I had just never gone to this hot-air balloon festival before. I thought it was pretty cool. In fact, I’m discovering lots of things about Northeast Ohio that are pretty cool.

Hot-Air BalloonsAfter growing up here and going to college here, I can remember being pretty eager to leave. I don’t know why, really. I guess it just felt sort of lame to stay in the same place. When I married Rick, I did leave for awhile. I really thought we’d never come back. But, here we are. Caleb was just 1 when we returned. He’s 12 now. You do the math. I think we’re here to stay – at least until I find a great reason to live in Ireland. (The Ireland I imagine, anyway.) 

I’ll be honest, the thing I love most about being back is my family. It’s a treat to live so near my two sisters and their families. I also love that I’m five minutes from my aging grandparents and that my kids know them and enjoy going to their home. (Have I ever told you how much I love my Grammy? You’d love her too. Because she’s great.)

So there’s my family. And, of course, my friends. I have some pretty precious people in my life here.

But, I’m also finding that it’s a fun place to live. Hence, the Balloon A-Fair. We had a blast watching all of those big balloons fill-up and take off. We even splurged and shared a funnel cake as we lay on our blanket and looked into the big, blue sky. As we finagled for the pieces with the most powdered sugar, I looked over at my little girl and just savored being there with her. It was just a single slice of life but we were experiencing something new together. And there was great delight in that.

As I reflected more on the last year, it occurred to me that our family has had several simple, but fun, moments just like this as we explore the area. A trip to a goat farm, hikes in the Cuyahoga Valley and climbing on parts of the old canal locks, farmer’s markets, lambing time at a farm in the Valley, art galleries, local festivals, etc… This is actually a pretty cool place to live and there are some neat adventures to be had. Who knew? Maybe Ohio really is the heart of it all. {wink}

How about you? When was the last time you ventured out and tried something new? Any ideas for Fall adventures?

Recounting Summer’s Gold

Summer. Blink and it’s nearly gone. Whew. I can’t believe the kids will be back at school in one week.

It might not have included all the things I had originally planned but it was a good summer. A really good summer.

Here are few highlights from the McKee family. I’ve been taking a photo every day (well, almost everyday) since January 1 so we have some great snapshots of the day-to-day to remind me of all the wonder.

* Dusk. Chasing fireflies. Sitting around the bonfire in our backyard.

 

* Listening to the bagpipes on the bridge on Memorial Day.

* First scones of the season at the Haymaker Farmer’s Market on a Saturday morning.

* Iced chai. And frozen chocolate-covered bananas.

* Discovering a new letterbox under a tucked away “troll bridge.”

* Backyard fun with friends. The smell of the grill. Laughter as kids play on a trampoline. Sharing Mamo’s potato salad.

* Weddings! Tears. Always tears for me as those doors open and I watch precious friends come down the aisle to the ones who have promised to love them for a lifetime.

* Vacation in Virginia Beach. Reuniting with dear ones who were there the day we got engaged 20 years ago! Skinny Dip yogurt. Just Rick & me – watching dolphins at sunrise. Sand between toes. Boardwalk art show. A surrey bike ride and Madison ringing the bell.

* Fourth of July parade – as only Christ Community Chapel-Stow can do it. How can just walking a couple miles in the heat of the day be so much fun? Maybe because I truly love these people.

* Faith in Christ. From your 12-year-old son.

* Boys with Nerf guns. Girls giggling into the wee hours with their American Girl dolls.

* Meetings cousins at the lake. Bowling with friends on rainy days.

* Library runs. Discovering new books. Waiting for The Help to come to theaters! Read-aloud time each evening.

* Snuggles and slower mornings. PJs until Noon.

* Girlfriend-runs to Trader Joes. And watching Charleton Heston while we eat Sno-Caps.

* Visit from the Indy McKees. Meeting “Chewey.” Laughing together in the pool.

* Slowing down. Breathing. Musing.

Sigh.

So, can I just break the weeks-long blog silence? By telling you all that my summer planning never really came to any fruition at all? I mean, like AT ALL.

Pretty much none of the things that I planned ever happened. I don’t really know what happened to summer. We didn’t read the books I had hoped we would read or do some of the fun projects that I had thought we would do or practice math or visit Grandma in Cinci or discover a new letterbox weekly. We didn’t even get to the lake all that often.

I am still sort of shocked that it’s August. Let alone MID-August.  Yikes. It’s hard for me not to just label the whole thing one big, dismal FAILURE. And the perfectionist in me is scared to death of THAT. And the putterer in me is a little bit afraid that maybe I have some real issues to think through in who I want to be and how I spend my time.

It’s true. I really am wrestling with some things about myself. But, don’t be sad for me. It’s not a bad thing. Wrestling can be a really healthy thing. I think I’ll wait and share more about that process at a later date.

But, I just wanted to let you know that I’m still here. This blog is still one of my favorite places to be. (In fact, my sweet, newish friend, Hannah, is about to give it a facelift!! I am super excited. But, I digress. More on that later, too.)

I think I was just sort of embarrassed to admit that my summer planning was a flop this year.

And that I yelled at the kids a lot more than I wanted to. Especially when they bickered or were ungrateful. I’m sure I read in one of Dobson’s books that screaming at your kids because they’re screaming at each other is the best way to parent. You remember that book, too. Right? *wink*

And I allowed myself to get stressed-out way more than I think is right. All of you dear friends who really know me, know that I am not a good multi-tasker. For real. I know, I know. Women are supposed to be these global-type thinkers who can have lots of things going at one time and multi-task with ease. Not me. At all. Instead, I putter around looking at all the tasks and then get stressed-out because I’m out of time to do them. Ask my kids. They know this better than anyone.

So, that’s my sob story. I knew I couldn’t just pick up writing again without admitting it to you. Summer simply didn’t turn out the way I had planned.

But, you know, I am reminding myself that it really wasn’t a failure. Some really neat things happened this summer. I’ll tell you a few highlights tomorrow. Because I want to cultivate gratitude. I want to be mindful of the beauty.

God makes beautiful things – even when I do a so-so job of cultivating space for them to grow.

Remember…

Just thought this was a good reminder after yesterday’s post!

(I found it on Pinterest, which I’m having fun playing puttering with. The internet is so awesome bad for a putterer. Sigh.)

Dinner Gone Wrong

Banning children? Maybe by now you’ve heard about the restaurant near Pittsburgh that is banning all children under the age of six. The owner’s week-old announcement has definitely made waves in pop culture throughout the U.S. I heard about it while working-out this morning as Q104 took calls from people weighing in on the ban. I was surprised when I later Googled it to find out that even the Wall Street Journal (WSJ) had picked up the story.

My reaction has run the full gamut of thoughts and emotions.  At first, I saw the merits of the ban. I reasoned that it’s his restaurant; he can do what he wants. No one has to eat there if they don’t like his policies.

But, then I started thinking about the civil rights end of things and wondered if it’s even legal for him to discriminate based on age. I mean, we don’t let owners ban certain customers because of their skin color or belief system. And, last time I checked, most of us believe that is a GOOD thing for us to stick to.

But, then again, I could site other examples where age is a qualifier for certain admissions or places. Usually because of the mature content in those places. But, perhaps there are more grounds for limitations based on age than on race or creed. For a while, my thoughts just swirled there – around the legal and moral implications of it. Honestly, I’m still not sure where I’ll land on all of that.

But, do you want to know what really shocked (and disturbed) me? It wasn’t the owner or his decision or even the news outlets that picked up the story. It wasn’t even that 60% of the readers polled by WSJ thought the ban was good idea. Whether I agree or disagree, I can see their side of it – especially when a lot of parents let their kids run rampant in public.

No, those things didn’t disturb me.  The thing that floored me was the commenting by readers on the WSJ site and by callers on the radio show. I was shocked by the utter disdain expressed regarding children. Seriously. It was gut-wrenching to read some of these comments. Let me share just a few to give you a feel:

“Bravo to this restaurant. I have no children and do not like children for the main reason these days there are many more unruly, rude, undisciplined children and their parents out there inflicting themselves on people like me who have to travel by air and are stuck with them. (These horror stories could fill a book.) Go to a nice wedding and it is ruined by children running around totally out of control…  Children are everywhere and there seems to be a modern family way now of letting the kids do and say whatever they want…to the expense of others. Enough! Bravo!”

“Nicely done. When spending $50-$75 on a meal with a friend, the last thing I, or anyone else wants to hear, is the screaming, squealing sound of a baby/infant. Here’s a counterproposal for the liberal minded thinkers out there who know d#@ned well that the sound of a baby howling is the most God awful racket known to humankind.”

“When I go to a restaurant and they ask “smoking or non-smoking,”  I simply tell them “no children.” I do not want to see them, smell them, or hear them.”

“No one should endure an evening with disruptive children present.”

The basic gist of most of the negative comments was that families with children should be relegated to eating at McDonald’s and stay far away from sit-down restaurants. I found the whole discussion disheartening. I actually read a comment on another site that suggested that restaurants simply are not for children at all. That they should only eat at home with their parents.

Don’t get me wrong. I understand. Just last Fall I was in Taco Tantos (LOVE that place) and had a family come in that basically let their children run wild. Part of Tantos’ charm is that it is a small space. But that charm changes a tad when undisciplined children take over the place. My date-time discussion with my husband was definitely derailed by their presence. (So, we did the only rational thing possible in Tantos – we just stopped talking and focused on our burritos instead! Silver lining.)

I’ve been on planes with whiny toddlers. Been shoved by kids trying to get to their seat in the movie theater.  I do get it. Kids can change the ambiance of a place. Especially when those kids are ill-mannered and inconsiderate.

But, I’m just not so sure that it’s healthy for us to embrace an anti-family mantra that is motivated primarily (in this case) by convenience and entitlement for the diners. To say that a screaming baby is “the most God-awful racket known to humankind” seems a little over the top.

Do you catch the implications of some of these comments? Children are being viewed as annoying barriers. Like pests that should be brushed aside. Is that really how we want to treat other people?  To despise their presence just because they aren’t as refined as we would like? And it bothers us?

Eating out is a cultural norm in the U.S. These small people are an important part of the fabric of our society. While I will grant that some venues aren’t best for them, I will not treat them like they are annoyances to be endured. And, yes, I realize that means you have to take the unruly ones along with the good ones. But, our children don’t need shoved to the margins just because they make life a little, ummmm,  challenging at times.

Oh, and BTW, today is my birthday. The family is taking me to Outback Steakhouse for dinner. I kind of like that we can all go out and celebrate together. I hope the presence of my children can be tolerated. I’ll try to keep them from climbing over the back of the booth and ruining anyone’s meal. *wink* Hopefully only one or two  greenbeans will get launched across the room. *double wink*

How about you, any tricks or tips or words of wisdom you want to share with other readers about ways you enjoy a meal out with the kids in tow; BUT without ruining it for the people around you? I’ll collect your suggestions and list them in a future post along with some of our best practices!

Sure Signs of Summer

http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk10/TheCorgiCrusader/fireflies-1.jpgDusk was settling across our sun-drenched yard. And she danced. Tiptoeing around them. Humming a little hum as she watched for them. Searching the evening sky.

And they came. Flitting around the yard. Like magic. The kind of magic that makes time stand still. In that moment she wasn’t our figuring-out-life nine-year-old. For that instant she had not a care in the world as she chased them, anticipating their next glow. 

She was joining the June chorus that has been echoing through the ages. The song of the fireflies.

And I knew summer had come in earnest.

This Day in 1999

His arrival came with much anticipation.

The two babies before him had gone on before us. Loved with all the anticipation and joy we could give them. But never held or known. At least not in this realm.

But it seemed to us like the whole world was joining with us in welcoming this one. He was considered high risk for the first half of the pregnancy. Four families committed to pray with us daily until he arrived. We later found out there were others we didn’t even know about who were doing the same thing. I had friends who believed God when I was afraid to. One who gave me a mommy journal and a pair of tiny Gap overalls before we’d even made it 12 weeks… let alone gotten over the 14-week range that haunted me so. “I’ll believe God for you, Shan. You know, in the gaps. Where you can’t.”

People were so excited for us that they couldn’t stop throwing showers. (I think we had four or five!)

And, finally, he came. On June 28th, 1999, he beat the odds and he came.

Into our world and changed it forever.

Mapping Summer

This week brought the official start of summer. The kids have already been out for two weeks. But Tuesday made it official!

The kids and I finally made some headway with our summer planning. It’s been fun to dream a bit about how we want to fill our blank slate!

This is a process that is best done together – so that the kids own the summer too. This doesn’t mean that you abdicate and let them call the shots. We start with a few parameters that I have set. As the parents, Rick and I get to craft our overall goals for the summer. The kids simply don’t have the perspective or maturity to see the big picture yet. From their perspective, having fun would always trump everything else. You and I both know there are other worthy goals for the summer months – things they might not even like very much. {wink}

These goals are not details or specifics. They are the big picture stuff. For instance, one of our goals is making sure we keep using our brains all summer. Just because they’re not in school, doesn’t mean they stop growing intellectually. Notice, my goal doesn’t say howwe’re going to accomplish that growth. The how comes later.

When I’m thinking through our summer goals, I try to think through some of the various aspects of life: relational, physical, intellectual, and spiritual. Some goals might overlap various areas. For instance, another summer goal for us is to get outside into nature several times a week. If we choose to go on a scavenger hunt in a metro park with friends, that could be physical, relational, and intellectual.

(Confession: not all of my goals are so lofty. I have one goal just to get more “slugbugs” than my son. He always sees them first. Stinker.)

Once we’ve decided on our goals, we move to making lists.

  • Fun lists. A summer soundtrack. Things we don’t want to miss this summer. Fairs or festivals to attend. Friends we hope to hang out with. Treats to make or try. Outdoor adventures to pursue.
  • Growth lists. Books to read. Journal topics for writing. Ways to help the kids practice math. Spiritual growth ideas. Challenges to undertake.
  • Chore lists. For me AND the kids. (Lest you think Rick gets off with no chores, don’t be fooled. I affectionately refer to Rick as Ultra Type-A Man so he doesn’t need our help with lists. He gets plenty done. Believe me, he has his own list. In fact, I’m pretty sure his list has a list.)

Then, after we finish our lists we start putting some things in the calendar. You’d be amazed at how fast the summer fills up. We have 10 weeks left.

The purpose of all this planning is simply to help us do the things we really want to do. Not to bog us down or tie us to our calendar. But, to help us really seize the things we want to and not just get stuck in a rut.

What about you? Have you made any progress with a summer plan?

The danger, of course, is to get so caught up in the planning that you miss summer. Wouldn’t that be a horrible irony?!?!  The other pitfall could be putting too much pressure on your goals. There are no perfect parents out there. What if the kids don’t actually read as much as you had hoped? I mean, truth be told, almost nothing has gone the way that I planned this summer. It’s just my reality so far this year. (I have a theory that as soon as you decide to write about something, it never actually works out that way. But, I digress…)

And, please, no comparing your family to other families. Yeesh. That will just kill your summer.

But, then again, input from other people can be helpful – as long as you’re not trying to live up to some crazy self-imposed standard. Here are a few resources that I have found helpful. Really there are tons out there. Especially now with the so many excellent mom blogs out there. Don’t get sucked into spending too much time here. But, have fun poking around…

Do you have any you would add to the list? What resources do you use to help you plan for summer?

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