June Means Summer

For us, summer is right around the corner. My kids started counting down the days a week or so ago. Well, truth be told, my son probably started counting down the days a few months ago. {wink} We’re in the home stretch now with only three days left!

I am excited about summer. Yes, in part, because of the great weather and the extra time outside. And there’s the locally grown produce available at our Farmer’s Market. Oh, and, the ice cream frozen yogurt we’ll be inhaling at our friends’ new shop nearby. And summer reading programs at our favorite library. And bonfires in the backyard. And sitting with Rick on the patio after the kids have gone to bed. And the Stow parade with our church family on the Fourth of July. And days at the lake with my sister’s family. And letterboxing treasure hunts. And fresh cherries nature’s candy. And painted toenails. Oh summer!

But the best thing about summer is just being with my kids more of the day. That, and capturing back all of the time that gets lost in the shuffle of packing lunches and running kids to the school and checking folders, etc.

Sure, we’ll still have stuff to do. I want to be purposeful with our time. But, I want to say “yes” a little bit more this summer. And, worry a little bit less about things that will pass. To really look at my kiddos and savor the moments as I’m in them.

I am more mindful than ever before of how quickly these years are slipping by.

When they were preschoolers you never could have convinced me that one day it would move so fast. Back when I could barely slip away to go to the bathroom without them needing something from me. Those days felt long. (Not that I didn’t love them.  I did. But, I’ll be honest, they just felt long at times.)

This summer they’ll be 13 and 10. These years are flying by. So bring on summer. Let’s hold our iced coffees high and toast to more time with people that we love.

Ultra-Marathons and An Unusual Beauty

On Sunday I participated in something beautiful. So many moving things happen on Sundays, don’t they? So many touching moments fill my Sunday memories. But this one was a little different.

This one wasn’t at The Block where we gather to worship our faithful God. This one took place on a trail in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park in Peninsula, Ohio. I was there at 4:30 a.m., peering through the dense fog and blackest night. Not even the moon was shining. It was cold and I was still bleary-eyed. And, I wasn’t standing next to my preacher-man (where you’ll usually find me on Sunday mornings). I was with my dear friend, Shannon.

Ultra-Marathon RunnersWe were there to send-off my sister, her husband and his brother. I’m not sure what ever made them think that running for 52 miles would be a grand adventure, but that’s what they were attempting on this cold October Sunday. We had to be there this early because it would likely take them more than 12 hours to complete their task. Yes, 12.

Can you even imagine? Maybe you’re an avid runner but I am NOT. Running for an entire day is not even on my radar of possibilities. But, Crystal is a competitor and she loves to push herself so… here we were. Waiting to begin the run of a lifetime.

But, this post isn’t really about the run itself. (Though, that is surely worth a post!)

This post is about the power of being there. Just showing up. For the people you love.

Ultra-Marathon RunnersI did nothing for this race. I didn’t pay her fee. I didn’t train with her. I didn’t fill out her registration or prepare her drop bags or pick-up her race packet. Nothing.

And, yet, when it was finished and we were all done crying, she thanked me. SHE thanked ME. Why? Because I showed up. That’s it. I just showed up. I didn’t even say anything amazing to encourage her. I mean, how lame is “good luck” when a person has trained for months? Really, there was nothing powerful about my words. The thing that had traction was my presence. That I would drag my sorry butt out of bed at three-o-clock in the morning and be there. When she needed a familiar face.

Our eyes locked in knowing before she left for the starting line, little tears spilling into the corners. And, that was it. She was off. To run 52 miles. But, in that moment, I could tell that it mattered. The showing up had mattered.

The crazy thing is that Shannon and I weren’t the only one who showed up. Three other friends came to the start. And, even more people were there coming and going all day. One friend Jillian even bundled up her infant son and came to most of the check points. Friends, family, friends-of-friends. People just showing up to see them for a few minutes as they passed. We’d shout encouraging things or let them know we were praying for them or walk with them for a minute as they got water but they didn’t really NEED anything from us. It was just that we were there… as they finished a grueling loop or topped a killer hill.

It was a beautiful thing to witness. It really was.

Run with Scissors Ultra-MarathonAnd, isn’t that same thing true in life? Sometimes the power of just being there is the critical thing. The fact that you didn’t leave when the going got tough in your marriage. Or that you came home for dinner when you could have worked another hour. Or that you sat down to listen to your daughter’s favorite song even though you really don’t like hip-hop music. Or that you sat there in the rain while he played his football game.

We think we need to buy something or say something profound. But, usually we just need to show up.

There’s something powerful about that. We Americans are pretty independent folks. But don’t be fooled. We still need each other. More than we often know.

And when we show up, we discover an unusual beauty.

What I Learned While the Boys Were in Africa

Our boys have returned from Africa! They had an amazing week of ministry. But, they were definitely missed. Madison and I are so happy to have them back. I suppose that’s a good sign, right? That we missed them and all? 

Their flight was delayed getting home on Sunday so they came in pretty late. But we still threw a mini-party to welcome them. Madison even waited up on the couch. Well, kind of. She fell asleep on the couch while she waited. But, it was a valiant effort.Cricut + Sewing Machine = Awesome

Make a Simple Paper BannerPaper Welcome Home BannerWrite it out!Thank-you Cricut!After our little party preparations were finished, I had some time to reflect. Here are a few things I learned while the boys were away.

  1. Little girls can hog more bed space and steal more covers than a fully grown man.
  2. Muddy football clothes don’t need washed when there’s no 12-year-old boy around to create muddy messes. Who knew laundry could be so pleasant? And sad at the same time.
  3. Having control of the remote isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be. And watching Psych or Bones isn’t nearly as much fun without my dude falling asleep on the couch next to me.
  4. Women do a good job of looking out for each other when their menfolk are away. Especially when we have dark chocolate to help us.
  5. You think your husband must have magical powers but he doesn’t. He just knows how to use Drano when the sink clogs. Turns out that Drano works when a woman pours it down the drain too! (Please note: just because I CAN do said Drano, does not mean I will be doing it again. He can have his magical plumbing powers right back.)
  6. Bathroom humor and loud gaseous expulsions seem to happen less ( A LOT less) when boys are absent from the home.  In fact, the noise level changed dramatically with the boys gone all week.
  7. Two is less than four. And your elementary teacher was wrong – the difference certainly must be way more than two. At least that’s how it feels.
  8. I’d love it if my daughter became my best friend someday. She’s an awesome girl. Spending a lot of one-on-one time with her is pretty neat.
  9. You can squeak by on a lot fewer groceries when the boys are gone. Well, that, AND when you have precious people in your life that invite you over while the boys are gone. {wink} 
  10. Did I mention that two is less than four? Four is good. Really good.

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.

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!

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.

Summer: Will You Survive or Thrive?

Well, it’s finally here. After a very long winter and a nearly sunless spring, summer has officially come to my little town. How do I know this? Maybe because the farmer’s market started back up a few weeks ago? Or because the students are gone, making the line at Starbucks way shorter and the streets much quieter? Or because I finally painted my toenails? Well, those things are all true.
But the way I really know it is summer is because my kids are home again! All day, every day. (That, and my freezer is full of flavored sugar water Flavor Ice again.)

For most moms, having the kids home for summer surfaces all kinds of different emotions. Relief that we don’t have to pack another lunch until August! Delight that we get to be with our little people more often. Excitement and anticipation for all the “summer things” that we do as a family: slower mornings, bonfires at dusk, days at the lake, letterboxing adventures, cousin sleepovers, walks to Katie’s Korner for homemade ice cream, grilling out with friends, and the list goes on. Your list might be different than mine but I’m sure you have one… and I’m guessing it involves some combination of sunshine, being outside, and time together.

But, let’s be honest. Summer also feels a little overwhelming. It’s a blank slate. Twelve weeks of freedom. How will we seize those 12 weeks? How will we find that right mix of structured planning and laidback playing? Finding that balance will probably take some intentional thought from Mom. It certainly won’t just “happen.” Nothing good ever does.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to just survive the summer. I want us to thrive this summer.  It’s the only one I’ve got when my kids will be 12 and 9. The last summer before the man-child enters middle school. I want to seize every moment with them. Even the unplanned ones where all four of us dance around the living room, laughing until we can’t stand up. 

But, how? How to make sure the summer doesn’t just slip by in the blink of an eye? That’s the question I’ll be pondering this week. Won’t you join me? Could we map out summer together? Because I’m betting you have some good thoughts too.

Next up: Having a Plan!

On Tressel and Fallen Heroes

I didn’t go to Ohio State. I’m not a fanatic. I don’t bleed scarlet and gray. {wink} I don’t have one of those goofy buckeye necklaces or know that fight song by heart.

BUT, I do really like the Buckeyes. Yep. I said that in the present tense. And I like Coach Tressel too. Still.

Yes, watching his “fall from grace” has been disheartening. No one wants to see a hero stumble. We want our heroes to be epic. Strong to the end. And when they fall, we question. We wonder if anyone can really be different. Does anyone really have the character and integrity we long to follow?

Those are tough questions. The kind that hit us in the gut and make us squirm. Because they mess with our paradigms and our safe zones!

But, for me,  even more disheartening has been watching the media banter and the FB posts and the blog discussions.

I’ve see two common threads as I’ve watched the fall-out from Monday’s announcement. One group of people seems intent on completely slamming the guy, his program, and everything he’s ever stood for. We are so quick to draw our conclusions. To judge. Harshly. To dismiss everything else about his long history of coaching. To assume the worst about his motives.

The other error is just as grievous. The other side of the coin are the fans who want to turn a blind eye to the whole thing. To sweep it under the rug and give him a pass because “he must have had a good reason” for not reporting his players. In my book, loyalty isn’t really all that noble when it’s diconnected from reality.

This might seem like a wierd conclusion but as I listen to the banter and watch the accusations fly, I find myself (once again) in awe of the Gospel. Why? Because it’s the one place where the truth is somewhere in between. The Gospel is the one place in all the world where we can boldly embrace two oppposing thoughts at the same time.

We can say, “Yes, what these players did was wrong.” Yes, they abused the system. Yes, this is a scandal. We can call it what it is. We can even be sad and disappointed about the corruption in college sports. Yes, it was wrong for their coach to knowingly let it go unreported. Yes, wrong is wrong and we can’t just sweep it under the rug. We don’t have to pretend it didn’t happen or say it’s not a big deal. Doing the wrong things does matter. It has consequences.

BUT, the Gospel is also the place where we can simultaneously say “There is forgiveness.” Thank God there is forgiveness and grace for the fallen hero! For all of us. Are we seriously surprised that a coach and his players would make bad moral decisions? We make bad moral decisions every stinkin’ day. Just because ours are not on the national stage with a bunch of money at stake, doesn’t make them any less offensive to God or to the people they hurt. And it doesn’t mean that everything else that we’ve ever stood for or accomplished is just a waste. We all need grace.

Assuming, of course, that I really believe in grace. I mean, truly believe it. If I do, then there is little room left for pride as I evaluate Tressel’s actions. Disappointment, maybe. But pride, no way.

I’m as sad as anyone else about this mess. It was hard for me to tell Caleb about it. (Rick was gone or I would have made him do it!) As I delivered the news to him, I just kept picturing him standing in the Horseshoe last year. In awe. His heart alive with boyish dreams that maybe he could play there someday. The truth is, those dreams are just a little sullied now. Tressel was part of that Buckeye magic for Caleb.

As I listened to Rick talk with him about it later, we were all reminded that it’s really true that nobody is perfect. Tressel has a long legacy of wins – both on and off the field. You can read about them from his players’ remarks to the stories of impact he has had on his community and on the fans around him. Here is just one story that I stumbled upon that was particularly moving. Those things are still true.

I don’t know why he didn’t report his players’ infractions. Though it was still wrong, maybe he did have a good reason. Or, maybe he was just being greedy for the title or more wins. I don’t know. But I do know that he is just a man – a mixture of good and bad. Just like you and me.

If the reports are true, it sure appears like he screwed this one up. I wish he wouldn’t have. I wish he would have lived out his OSU career untarnished.

But, perhaps ours is the greater error. We who put our faith in things that can never deliver. We who hope in people who are just as flawed as we are. We who carry around our idols and pledge our allegiance to created things. We who worship everything but the One who is worthy.

Perhaps we need to look to the only real Hero who ever lived.

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