I am a baby product junkie. It is kind of a time-sucker hobby of mine. When deciding on purchasing a product I do exhaustive research. I read every single review, take measurements, hem-haw, and finally make a declaration of my decision to my husband. Inevitably he will say, “well have you thought about…”
Which is answered with just a look that means: I have thought about whatever you are suggesting and this is my final decision.
Then, I usually sit on it for a few more days and then my husband ends up hitting the ‘buy now’ button while I get second thoughts.
We are needing to get a convertible car seat for Lady and the timing worked out perfectly because last week I was invited to go to an event where I got to meet the President of Britex and to learn about their Advocate ClickTight Convertible Car Seat.
At the Britax event, I saw the features of their car seat in person. Below are my favorite 5 things about this seat;
- SUUUUUPER easy to install. I have a confession to make; I have NEVER installed one of our other car seats. Matt always does it because I have a very low frustration threshold with things that require a multi-step process. Guess what? I can install this one all by myself! Feminists rejoice!
2. Crotch Latch
One of the many things that are annoying about car seats IMHO, is how the crotch clip always gets lost under my babies bums. I am always floundering around searching for the stupid thing while also finding pieces of snacks and lost toys. Well my friends, no more searching under bums, this seat props that piece up. It is the little things, people! So far, when I put Little Miss in it she hasn’t sat on it one time!
3. Easy to Adjust
Like I mentioned before, I don’t move car seats. Matt had to work late on Friday and was gone before the kids and I got up on Saturday to work again. My cousin Kassidee was going with me to Denver, which meant I needed to move my two-year-old’s car seat. Boo. I briefly considered having Matt come home from work when I thought of Plan B: I adjust the new Britax seat for Sir to ride in and use Lady’s old one for her! It took me exactly 9 seconds to adjust the carseat from fitting Lady to fitting Sir.
4. Loosening of the straps is always a struggle when one or both of the littles are displeased about going somewhere, and of course, every car seat has a different method of doing this. On this car seat the button you push automatically loosens the straps just a smidge which is enough to get an arm through. Seriously, this is a bigger deal than I thought.
5. The SAFETY Features, because that is the point after all.
-Anti-Rebound Bar-“Manages rebound or reactive motion in the opposite direction of impact during a collision.”
-Click Tight Feature- Like I mentioned before about how easy it is to install. “It uses the vehicle’s seat belt that’s safe, secure and easy every time.”
-SafeCell Impact Protection- Among other things, this steel frame absorbs energy.
Full Disclosure: I received a free car seat in exchange for my honest feedback and blog post.
I was honored to do a commission piece for my dear friend, Sara. She wanted a birthday present for her dad. I said sure, thinking it would be a little pastel that would take me a couple of hours.
She sent me this beautiful picture she had taken of her dad a few years ago;
After some consideration she decided she wanted something bigger… as in 39×39! We also decided that it would be best to use paint instead, mainly because they wouldn’t have to get it framed. I hadn’t painted anything in three years…
I debated recommending Tosha Wise to do it instead. Sara also made an oath of honesty about the finished product. If it wasn’t what she wanted, she didn’t have to keep it.
I spent a lot of time texting Sara making sure I understood what color pallet she wanted. I tend to use pretty bold colors and I know that isn’t everyone’s cup of tea so I wanted to be REALLY sure she would be happy with what I thought felt right.
The biggest challenge with this piece was time. It took me about 9 hours and with paint, I couldn’t work on it in spare 20 minute chunks. Matt was really supportive and took the kids for large chunks of time so I could disappear into art land.
I really love the finished product and because I love it so much, I was nervous to give Sara the finished product. She is a happy customer which makes me a happy artist.
She said that her dad loved it and and recognized the horse.
Barriors of this Project: Time, confidence, supplies
Blessings: Sara’s belief in me, Matt’s support of this project, and that there was a deadline
Someone please tell me your kid went through a similar phase.
The first time Sir had a tantrum I felt like I was watching the exorcist. I was simultaneously frightened and highly amused. The amusement in these situations has certainly faded and the fear has too…. Well mostly.
Recently Sir has started using the word “kill”. I am choosing to believe the reason for this is because of all of the “ant adventures” we go on (go ahead and pin this genius parenting idea) we find various ant hills around our house and follow one lucky ant around for a bit until Sir decides it is time to squish it. During the time that I have been watching this ant, I have grown sentimentally attached to its little life and as crunchy as it sounds, I don’t like killing anything just for sport. So I shout at him, “don’t kill the ants!”
Neighbors peek out of their windows at my vocal defense of these Arthropods.
Like I said, I am choosing to believe that Sir thinks that kill means crush.
So at a recent family function with many aunts, uncles, and cousins, Sir jumps in a circle around Lady as she is sitting sweetly chewing on Tupperware. He then announces “I’m going to KILL sister!” He adds to this proclamation, a gluteal “roar” showing his teeth and squatting.
And just in case not every single person in the house didn’t hear him, he repeats himself a good four times with a variety of inflections and volumes.
People actually stopped what they were doing, raised their eyebrows and looked at me. Please tell me, what the hell is an appropriate response to this?
Let’s try a few possible responses shall we?
“No, Sir we only use the word kill when we are talking about NOT killing something?”
“That’s not nice!”
“Tell everyone that you are kidding… Now….please.”
I mumbled some combination of each of these, knowing that everyone kept this little memory nugget packed away for when they ponder later what kind of job I am doing as a mother.
Then yesterday we were walking into the public restroom at the pool, where you know voices echo like a juicy rumor.
As we enter the bathroom stall Sir pleads “mommy, please don’t KILL me!”
What is the proper response?
Laughing at how ridiculous it sounds?
“I would never kill you!”
“I didn’t say I would kill you…. Silly.”
I chose number 4; silence hoping no one heard. So Sir filled the silence with another “Mom, I said, DON’T kill me.”
This somehow implied that whatever we were doing in the bathroom stall was being interpreted by my toddler as death.
Lord help me.
I have a knack for meeting someone and making a decision that we will be great friends. This has proved to be a skill and I have only been seriously wrong one time. I don’t make an announcement of our future BFF status but I make a declaration in my brain. Being a full fledged adult has not lent itself to many opportunities of meeting new friends which makes me really excited about interviewing moms who are living creative lives. I picked one of these friends when I met Tosha Wise this week.
She is a mom of two, wife of a corn farmer, master gardener, keeper of chickens and a serious artist. You guys, her work is AMAZING.
Both of her adorable boys will be in school full time this fall and she is going to be able to devote more of herself to her art and her business, so stay tuned because she is one you are going to want to watch…
Her view on the Eastern Plains is refreshing and I loved hearing her talk about art, saying “As an artist my favorite piece is always my most recent, it defines me.”
Bri: Tell me about your favorite medium.
Tosha: Charcoal and White Pastel. It is expressive, dramatic, and I find the application relaxing.
B: I love that you call it dramatic, that is a good way to think of it. What is your favorite muse?
T: The clouds, my eyes are always on the clouds. I have yet to figure out how to draw them, but they inspire me to one day get it right. Living on the Eastern Plains of Colorado that is where much of the beauty resides. We are big sky people.
B: How do you find the time to create while being a mom?
T: I go to battle. There are a few methods that I have applied.
- I turn on the TV, aka the babysitter, when the creative mood strikes.
- I have the art on the dining room table and am able to carve out 20 mins here or there.
- Burn the midnight oil. This one takes a toll on my mental and physical stamina. Sometimes working ten to midnight is the only way to have uninterrupted time.
B: I am sure so many moms can relate to you saying it is a battle. What else gets in the way of you creating art?
T: Life. Cooking, cleaning, raising small children, grocery shopping, school activities, social life, HBO mini series, etc… Balance is hard to achieve. I find when the creative juices are flowing and every mark I make is working my family life falls apart. The house (which I swear is a living growing beast) is quite the sight and tempers flare.
B: What is your dream?
T: To sustain this business on print work and find the elusive balance between art and life.
B: Tell me about doing commission pieces. What do you love/hate about them? How did you choose to price them?
T: My goal from the beginning was for this business to be able to sustain itself without eating into “grocery” money. This is where commissions come into play. My ultimate goal is to sell prints of my art. However, it takes funds to make the prints and package them.
I love how commissions push my abilities. Just recently I made my first colored portrait. Usually, I just stick with charcoal for portraits but the client wanted the piece to be in color. I was terrified and put the piece off as long as possible. Then one day I made a study and something clicked. In that one day I expanded my portfolio to skin tones.
What I hate is the risk. These pieces are time intensive. I cannot stress the words “time intensive” enough. If I mess up I have to start all over again. That’s a terrifying prospect and can put up a mental block.
Self doubt always plays a part in this line of work. Whenever part of the art making process is not working, I question my abilities and I begin to compare myself to others. This isn’t necessarily a commission problem but can also apply to my personal artwork.
I also find that my style tightens up with commission work and I take less risks. The product is still quality but I am on edge as I make marks.
Pricing is a common query among the art world. How do you price? Do you price by square inches or time? I had to keep in mind that I am new and have no household name. Also I wanted to keep pricing affordable yet honor the special nature of the product. It’s a one of a kind. I have no idea if I succeeded in creating a sustainable price. I do hope someday I can increase my price because of demand.
B: What makes you feel alive?
T: My garden. A colorful place of peace.
B: What challenges/blessings do you face that are specific to being an artist in rural Colorado?
T: Let’s start with the blessings. I find this country has a subtle beauty that never ceases to inspire. Snowy hay bales, a cattle herd dotting hills, corn harvest, the land in general, etc… The list goes on and on.
Another positive is the people. Since I have started offering commissions a handful of locals and a business have given me a chance. I cannot tell you how thankful I am for the opportunity.
The cons: There is no vibrant art market and the long long drive to have art shown. This business is in it’s infancy, and I have had some success but I am on a learning curve. Each step is new and the growth is slow, but one day I hope to look back and smile. I choose to keep it positive.
B: Who is your favorite artist?
T: Andrew Wyeth by far is my favorite. He is a master of mood, narrative, composition, color, and technique. Sometimes when I view his body of work I get anxiety. He has so much and I feel the need to start creating constantly.
Thank you Tosha, I can’t wait to have cocktails with you soon!
In an effort to fully embrace my new Mission Statement, I took on my first large creative project. My cousin Tyler’s 30th birthday was coming up and although we don’t have the same taste in art, I decided to do my best to make him something that he can hang on his wall… even if he chooses a wall in his closet.
I started by asking Tyler for some images that he would want made into art. Since he is moving from his beloved Glenwood Springs this fall, he chose a variety of pictures and I ran them through the photo filter Prisma. This filter makes me feel a bit like I am cheating but it is a really helpful tool in helping me choose colors which I find very intimidating, especially when starting a project.
His Lordship and I had decided to take the littles to our dear babysitter so we could both have some “me” time. I got them dressed and fed and he dropped them off. It really makes a difference in my headspace when I get to leave the house without hearing myself say 101 times; “Get your shoes on or your sister and I are leaving you here!”
8:00- With my cold coffee in hand I head to school.
8:40-All of my supplies are organized and I have my image printed.
9:00-Preliminary pencil sketch done.
9:00- Debate doing writing instead…
9:01-Put color on the paper and hate it. The paper is too fibrous so the soft pastels don’t cover it well.
9:02-Wish that I hadn’t committed to this.
9:03- Decide to try oil pastels instead… Go with it.
9:16- Wonder what I was thinking, I am rubbish, this is going to be trash. Who am I fooling thinking I am an artist?
9:18-Decide to just finish it.
9:24-Get into a groove.
10:30- Finish product surprisingly early, decide to try another image.
11:58 Clean up, go pick up my kids for sitters.
All in all it was a pretty successful creativity session. I really thrived with having a deadline of leaving to see Tyler and knowing that it was a gift. Otherwise I am 83% sure I wouldn’t have finished it.
Barriers: Motivation, confidence, organization and time
Blessings: Babysitter, space to work in (my classroom), technology, and a deadline.
Here is Tyler with the finished Products: He said that he is absolutely going to hang them up, no word yet on which wall…
Last month I went to the cultural event of the season on the Eastern Plains; a book signing. There, I got to meet a newly published author and mom. As I waited in line to meet her, my own mom stood next to me and in typical Lynn fashion, was in a hurry to get home. I wanted to wait to talk to her so our conversation wouldn’t be overheard but my mom took me by the arm and introduced me to her like this;
“Hi, I’m Lynn, this is my daughter Bri. She is starting to write some and she was just in…. What was it called Bri? Oh right, Listen to Your Mother, up in Boulder, it is sort of like the Vagina Monologues, you know, but it was her own writing. Have you heard of Listen to Your Mother?”
It was a similar feeling as being introduced to a new class as a seventh grader only with the word ‘vagina’ casually thrown in.
Luckily, Jessie is as kind and warm as I could have possibly hoped and she agreed to answer some questions for me. A year ago she took a chance by taking a writing class through a woman that she met at her daughter’s career day at school. The result was her book Forever Built of Days being published last month and it has been met with rave reviews. Although she now lives in Oregon, Jessie grew up 30 miles down the road from where I did. Her family still lives in the town where I taught the first three years of my career. We are kindred spirits in this land of creativity. Like the rest of us she has those moments of “One minute I thought it was really good and the next minute I almost threw the whole thing in the garbage!” I am so glad she stuck with it!
Bri: Poetry isn’t the type of book I often pick up, what do you want to say to readers to encourage them to give it a shot?
Jessie: Several readers have picked up my book and opened to read a random poem or two, but I want to encourage people to read Forever Built of Days from beginning to end because it does have a very determined narrative plot which they will miss by random reading. I think the storyline helps people overcome the inaccessibility of poetry.
B: To me, this is a love story, between you and your Creator, would you agree with this?
J: Yes! You heard me! I think so many people struggle with their love story with God because we think our own anxious brokenness or the world’s suffering somehow trumps or extinguishes our love affair, but God invites us to lay all that at His feet and watch the Finch He sent to reign on the Daisy and says, “Do you see that magnificent bird and that extraordinary flower? Well, I love you so much more than that.” To love God, we have to believe more about the grace of His finch than the death of a father.
B: Your poetry is autobiographical. How did you set boundaries about what you would/would not write about?
J: When I was writing, I didn’t set any boundaries at all. The best writing advice I operated on was to write what is absolutely true and honest for you, and then what you say will resonate with your audience because they recognize the authenticity even if they don’t relate on an experiential level.
B: You can certainly feel your honesty. Did you have any hesitation about certain poems being out in the world?
J: The poems dealing with my anxiety in the “Time to Break Down” chapter required the most courage for me to expose to an audience, but I kept convincing myself those were what someone most needed to hear.
B: When you are speaking about anxiety and depression a line from your poem “Twitchy” that really resonated with me was;
I’ve felt hints of more–
More meaning, more fulfillment,
But it’s a shadowy
Do you feel like you are standing more consistently in the ‘more’ you speak of?
J: “More consistently” is a great way to put it. I’ve done so much work to achieve such a minor increase of faith and wholeness, and I find myself afraid of “less” all the time. I don’t feel restless anymore, like I did when I wrote the poem, though, and I think that’s because I had to lay everything down and stop achieving.
B: You are the mom of three, how did you find the time to work on your book?
J: I found time to write by neglecting my family and other responsibilities. I did most of my writing while my kids were in school or in four hour chunks of time on Saturdays at my local library. My sister, for whom I work, had to be spectacularly longsuffering with me. I think my family was so patient because they could see how important writing was to my healing process.
Looking back, my “process” looks more like a collision course to completion. I did a lot of my writing in a weekly writing class and then as the Spirit hit me. I began carrying a notebook with me everywhere, and wrote several poems in the parking lot of the grocery store or while on a walk.
B: At the book signing, it was obvious that your family is so proud of you and are very supportive. You had flown a few days before to surprise your mom not only with a visit but with your published book she didn’t even know you were writing. Did she have the reaction you were hoping for? What were her highlights?
J: Initially, I think I kept the book a surprise as a coward’s way out, in case I chickened out or gave up. When I decided to go for it, I kept contemplating it as a Mother’s Day gift to her and decided to keep it a surprise. My mom has always been one of my most ardent, if prejudiced, supporters, and I wanted to honor her with the first fruits of both of our labors. I loved her reaction, although handing someone a book is necessarily anticlimactic because they can’t read it while you stand there and watch them! I was very nervous for her to read most of the book because my pain also represents hers. Her favorite poems are “Waiting in a Deep Pit…” and “Suppose I Made God My Idol.” I think my mom and I might need to revisit some of the themes and emotions touched on in the book after we’ve both had time to contemplate them.
B: What resources were the most help for you in completing your book?
J: Elizabeth Sims’ You’ve Got a Book in You first told me I could actually write a book and then held my hand while I did it.
B: What is your workspace like?
J: Ha! My work space/office doubles as my laundry room, so my desk is only achieved by stepping over piles of dirty clothes and wiping accumulating lint off the monitor. However, this flawed space can be a precious, quiet space for which I’m thankful! I did most of my initial writing by hand in notebooks, and often went outside or to the aforementioned library, my favorite word watering hole.
B: Who is your favorite poet? What are you reading right now?
J: My favorite poet right now is Mary Oliver. I read her poetry collection Thirst many times while I was writing and her wonderful Poetry Handbook also gave me lots of workable hints. Right now I’m reading Middlemarch by George Eliot and Searching for Sunday by Rachel Held Evans.
B: You now live in Oregon but you grew up 30 miles from where I did, in the town where I taught for the first three years of my teaching career. Share with me specific challenges you see in being creative in a rural setting.
J: Creative challenges I see in the rural setting are finding your niche and the resources to explore it and then knowing whether you’re “good enough” to stand up in a larger, more diverse circle. The answer is always, “Yes!” The intrinsic isolation and loneliness of the plains produces by necessity some of the most stunning creativity.
B: I love your perspective on this.
How did you decide to self-publish rather than go through the submission process?
J: I didn’t have the time or the patience to wait to be discovered or the confidence to withstand multiple rejections. I did research on self-publishing and decided it was a very convincing option to accomplish my goal of publishing my book.
B: What’s next for you?
J: I’m doing what I can now to market my book, but I love the writing process much more. I have a children’s book I’m working on and a family memoir I have rolling around in my head.
B: Oooo! I can’t wait to read it. There are so many things that I love about your writing. Your voice is so eloquent but not fluffy. This is a delicate balance.
My favorite line of how you describe God is by saying on page 85;
A mirror reflecting light into my dark place.
I don’t have a question about that. I just like it.
The poem I keep going back to is “Picture of Me” It is a poem about how God sees you.
Can you tell me where you were when you wrote it and how it came to you?
J: I was on a walk just before my son’s thirteenth birthday. Then – you know how your mind cartwheels – I started thinking about my own upcoming 40th birthday. I was trying to reconcile how beautiful I think my children are with my genetic contribution. I started cataloguing my flaws, but then I felt convinced that God probably doesn’t see me only as flawed and how I’m probably most beautiful when someone can see in me what God means to me. The poem spun out from there, and I had to hurry home to write it down because I’d forgotten my handy notebook on my walk!
B: Finally, what makes you feel alive?
I feel most alive when I read the Bible and discover something new I’d never seen there before or when I’m laughing with my family and friends.
Thank you Jessie for your time, I have immensely enjoyed getting to know you.
Motherhood has swallowed my life, digested it, and pooped it out. This may not conjure up the best of images, but it is my truth. I love Lady and Sir with my whole soul and in this process the other things that make me light up have grown a bit dim. Staying at home this year has been hard, like really REALLY hard. My days seem to run into each other. I look forward to His Lordship getting home from work with an intensity that is hard to admit. It is difficult for me to see how easy it seems to be for other women and comparison is not kind.
In the spring, when the most predictable weather on the High Plains of Colorado is wind, I found it difficult to get out of the house. When the weather is not ideal for walks and playgrounds, there is no indoor space for the kids to play and that makes me stir crazy.
One day, after nap time, around mid-afternoon I was needing to go to the store. I was getting around and changed Sir’s clothes, he turns to me and says;
“Why are we putting clothes on? Where are we going?”
Oh my. This kid knows that we stay all day in our P.Js unless we are going to be seen by the public. Oh the mom shame reigns down.
I tried to explain to him that we wear clothes even when we don’t have a place to go. He wasn’t buying it. “But where are we goooing?”
“The store.” I admitted.
His face lit up as if I had said a spaceship.
“Can I get a sucker?” he asked.
“Sure.” I smiled.
His whole little life is made by the DumDum he gets from the cashier at the grocery store. I love that he loves running errands and that he finds such joy telling the clerk about every item we purchased as he puts them on the counter. Sir shakes my sparkling water and says “when this opens it is like a volcano, but there is no smoke” The cashier looks at him and smiles, surprised by this impromptu science lesson. He then acts out how a volcano erupts with his little two year old body including spewing sounds. She giggles with amusement and eventually hands over the basket for him to pick his sucker flavor. Not surprisingly, he chooses one he has never tried, root beer, not my choice but to each his own. He is a risk taker. His simple joy is divine. He also loves to go the Post Office and see the letters behind the mailboxes. Always so full of questions. He is so curious, so smart, and so full of life.
I often feel as though I need to be doing more to foster his curiosities. The teacher in me says I need to be challenging his brain and exposing him to more. The problem is, my creativity tank is empty in so many ways. I pride myself as being a creative person and I always thought that as a mom, adventures and such would be my strength. It isn’t though, far from it.
After talking it over with His Lordship I decided that the best way to serve my children’s creativity is by fostering my own. Like the flight attendant instructing parents to first put on their air mask before helping their children. My spark for life needs to be reignited so I can be a better mom. And hell, even if my spark doesn’t make me a better mom, isn’t my own life worth getting excited about?
So here is my new mission statement: I am going to carve out time each week to create and learn or learn from creating. It might be writing, it might be fine art, it may be interpretive dance… All I know is, I want to be as excited about life as a toddler volcano.
I am so proud of being chosen for Listen to Your Mother, Boulder. This group of women is so inspiring. Here is the video of my piece….. I would be honored for you to watch it and share it if you feel like someone you know might relate.
If you are in for a real treat, watch the whole Boulder show. You will not be sorry.
It is scary to put things out in the world that has my heart..
Becoming a parent has had a bunch of consequences on my life one of which was completely unexpected… It made me an honest to god grown up.
I admit that I really believed that I was a full fledged adult when I became a mother, I was 29 for god’s sake. I surely had this life thing figured out, right? After giving birth, I soon realized that I had some personality traits that were……ahem…… not quite at their peak maturity.
Taking care of myself
Before I was a mom I took great care of how I looked on the outside but didn’t pay much attention to how things were working on the inside. From time to time I was known to let my Thyroid medication prescription run out. I could live on candy alone, and going to bed after midnight wasn’t something I thought much of, not to mention riding on the back of scooters in third world countries. After my first was born I VOLUNTEERED to have my blood drawn to have my thyroid levels checked, even with a pretty significant fear of needles. My inner child was horrified and begged me to run, what kind of masochist had I become? I could probably still live on candy alone, but now I add a few servings of greens with my Twizzlers. I don’t even need to tell you the list of reasons that going to bed earlier is now necessary. The transition to keeping geriatric hours happened quite abruptly.
Life insurance, minivan, spf 50, cotton underwear, food allergies, buying shoes for comfort, picking meals based on how easy they are to eat with one hand, nap schedules, germs, childproof…Need I say more?
Not about me
When my baby was born he was lacking certain empathetic genes that prevented him caring if I was getting enough sleep. Shockingly, he was not at all concerned. Even now, as a two year old, he can see that I am carrying his baby sister, 9 bags of groceries, the diaper bag, a toy dinosaur and the house keys and he will hand me his sippy cup because his “hands are getting cold.” There is no taking it easy on me because I am stressed out. Simply put; my kids don’t give a shit about what other demands I have, they need what they need from me and it is my job to give it to them.
Clearer Understanding of Others
Being a parent has made me a better human. By no means am I implying that this is a requirement for others but apparently, it was for me. My grandmother had eleven children. That’s right, ELEVEN. I never knew her but I felt a new sense of respect for her after just one pregnancy let alone the child rearing involved. Likewise, to all of the mothers I saw walking around I wanted to give them a sincere high five or at the very least, a chest bump as a congratulations them on just gestating. As a teacher I also became more tender towards my students. When my patience would be running low I would remember that each student was someone else’s pain in the ass that they loved more than the world.
Accepting no awards
This one is the hardest for me to admit and probably still the hardest one for me to deal with. When I get up five times a night to rock a sick baby who only wants her mom, there is no one there in the morning to tell me what a good job I did, no one congratulate me. When I pump breast milk while simultaneously “encouraging” a toddler and keeping my grabby baby away from the tubes attached to my chest, no one really cares. These are huge feats or sacrifices to me but this is just what moms do so I get no standing ovations, I don’t even get a “thanks” from my offspring, I just do it because I love these squishies and it is just what has to be done. Don’t get me wrong, my husband is very appreciative but when I have to list off my daily accomplishments for recognition, it sort of loses its appeal.
My kids are currently 2.5 and 8 months, so I am sure I have fully reached maturity and there are no more lessons to learn…. right?
I am hesitating to look at social media after this mass shooting because I know that the same things will be there; Too many guns, not enough guns, too many foreigners, people need Jesus, we need to elect different people, pray for our country,… etc. etc. The truth is, I have my own opinions about what should be done to help prevent senseless killings, but that is not what this is about. Shouting my opinion is not going to change anything. Once again, not choosing to take action won’t change things either. I make the choice this time not to take the easy road.
The things I have learned from my own laziness are;
-It is easier to hate “those people”
-It is easier to find differences rather than similarities
-It is easier to try to be right than to listen to someone else
-It is easier to stay in a comfort zone than to reach out and meet someone new
-It is easier to cast blame than to think about what is in our control.
-It is easier to think that it is someone else’s problem to solve
-It is easier to change the channel
-It is easier to separate ourselves from the victims because you imagine they are vastly different from you
-It is easier not to think about the victims’ loved ones
-It is easier to think that it won’t happen here
-It is easier to blame the leaders for decisions made
-It is easier to think that this will be the last time
In the face of this tragedy I will be different, I can’t expect the world to change if I don’t change too, and I invite you to join me. I challenge you not to take the easy road this time, I encourage you to meet hate with love, to stretch yourself, if for no other reason than hate and blame has become terribly boring. So when you are thinking I just wish there was something I could do, look around. There are needs if you want to see them.
I want to do something to make someone feel valued. We have that power, to make someone else feel like they matter in this world and they are seen. How often I dismiss this and don’t take the opportunity.
I am certain that you have better ideas of how to accomplish this but here are a few that came to my mind. Invite that foreign neighbor over for dinner. Mow the elderly man’s yard. Go onto an acquaintance’s baby registry and buy something nice. Write a note to someone you know is hurting even though you have no idea what to say. Take a friend’s toddler on a walk so they can catch a nap. It doesn’t have to cost money, and it doesn’t have to take your whole day.
The only way to fight the ugliness out there is by brightening our little corner of the world. Do it in the name of love because Lord knows, there is already plenty of hate. Hate isn’t working, let’s try something different.