Friday, July 11, 2014

The Sweet Spot is Hard Too (and an apology to moms I used to envy)

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I feel an incredible kinship with moms of little ones.  I remember the baby and toddler days in vivid detail, co-wrote a book meant to minister to mothers of infants, and just yesterday at Grace for Moms offered words of encouragement to those who find themselves trudging through summers with small children. 

A few years ago, when I was right there in that phase of life myself, I had a few friends in what has been called the “sweet spot” of parenting  - with children in the elementary school years.  And you know what?  I was jealous.  I loved my babies with everything in me.  Really and truly wouldn’t trade any day with them.  But wow, was I tired.  Missy at It’s Almost Naptime wrote a fantastic piece earlier this week about just how physically exhausting it is to extend the constant care required by kids below preschool age.  Those are brutal years.  And when my friends with older kids would talk about their lives as if they were difficult, there was a big part of me that wanted to snort and huff and snarl back, “Oh really?  PTA commitments?  That must be awful for you.  I haven’t slept in five nights and I got pooped on this morning, so cry me a freaking river!”   I wondered why they weren’t picking up the slack and volunteering for more stuff at church or offering to watch my kids more, because can’t they see I’m running on fumes?  I judged and envied and whined a lot inside.

Now, though, I feel like I owe those women an apology.  Because yes, little ones are incredibly hard (and awesome, and a joy) to parent.  And Missy is right that the physical demands of those days know no equal in the lives of most parents.  But these days are hard (and awesome and a joy) as well. 

The “sweet spot” is a real thing.  I have never loved parenting more than I do these days with my nine-year-old and six-year-old.  They are fun and sweet and independent and legitimately hilarious.  I can send them to clean their rooms, get ready for bed, or make a sandwich and they can do it.  This would have sounded like my fondest dream come true about six years ago.  We have real conversations and they’re discovering their interests and gifts and it’s just so fun that I find myself breathing frequent, simple “thank you” prayers throughout the day for the experience of being in this spot with them right now. 

But also?  I have quite possibly never had to tackle stress management as much as I’ve had to do lately.  Life is just flat-out busy.   Insanely busy.  Now, not only are we dealing with family schedules and Mark’s and my meetings and such, but we have four individual schedules to manage.  There are music lessons and 4-H, scouting troops and sports, dentist appointments and birthday parties.  Our calendar, filled with such great things, gives me actual tension headaches.  I find it impossible to follow-through with things that I’d started with the best intentions.  (Case in point: I polled my friends at church about who might like to take morning walks together this summer, and then the summer took over my life and I dropped the ball completely.  Ugh.) 

Where I used to crave evenings out of the house when my kids were tiny, I now find myself choosing to skip out on evening group gatherings for the often absolute necessity of having normal family time.  Surprisingly, I’m desperate for date nights far more these days than I was in the early parenting years, because we’re so slammed with commitments, and because it’s impossible for Mark and I to have BIG conversations in front of the kids without their comprehension anymore.   Weekend getaways used to feel simply luxurious…now they feel crucial. While I used to tell myself that I’d be able to volunteer for so many more things when my kids were just a little older, I now realize that I have less capacity than ever to take on more responsibility.  In our years of parenting so far, we have never had to have a conversation like the ones we’re having lately, where we are literally strategizing priorities, weighing benefit of each activity against the stresses they bring, and trying to learn to be ruthless in protecting family time and couple time.  Add to this new responsibility for Mark at work and the possibility of him heading back to school for his MBA, and I’ve had many moments of panic over how in the world?

Beyond scheduling craziness, there is the different-yet-equally-huge set of responsibilities that come with shepherding children through this age of constant questions and new realizations.  I used to answer a bajillion questions each day with responses that only required a fraction of my brain.  (“Yes, that is a kitty.”  “Yes, the kitty says meow.”  “No, we can’t touch the kitty because it’s way over in that yard.”  “Yes, the kitty is gray.”  “No, we can’t feed the kitty.”  [repeat incessantly])  Now, I’m fielding things like, “How do we know Heaven is real?”, “What if Jesus hadn’t died on the cross?”  “How do we know we’re hearing God?”  “When will I have to wear a bra?”  YIKES, you guys.  I can’t redirect this stuff with a silly little made-up song like before.  These require my full brain, heart, patience, prayer, and time.  Instead of dropping what I’m doing to pull a toddler off the bookshelf, I’m dropping what I’m doing to spend awhile snuggled on the couch answer questions about fears and death and Satan and body image and other things that catch me off-guard in the middle of cleaning the bathroom. 

I can’t tell you how many conversations I’ve had lately with others in this life phase where we shake our heads, perplexed at how the summer has slipped through our fingers, overwhelmed by our Google Calendars, and sobered by the weight of guiding big kids toward the looming teen years.  And for many of my friends, financial stresses add even more complexity to life.  Because while diapers aren’t eating away at budgets anymore, these kids are certainly eating a lot more food.  And they will sometimes go through three shoe sizes in a single season.  And each activity they sign up for costs very real money.

Don’t misunderstand – my life is awesome.  Fun and full and easier in loads of ways than the years spent wrapped up in feedings and nap schedules and no sleep.  But harder in many ways too.  I get it now, friends of years ago.  And I’m so sorry I assumed unfairly.  Because I know now that while I envied your full nights of sleep and lack of diaper bags and what I envisioned as tons of time for yourself, I lacked the full picture.  Yes, you had many things that I craved in that moment, but you were in survival mode as well.  It was just a different kind. 

I needed Ann Voskamp’s words this week on how as mothers, we can’t have it all.  Sometimes we need to get out of the house, and sometimes we need to stay in.  Sometimes we can take on more ministry responsibilities, and sometimes we have to focus on the ministry of marriage and home and children.  Let’s just always have grace for each other, okay?  Let’s not get wrapped up in envy, certain that another mother has it so much better.  Let’s not become enslaved in comparison, where we berate ourselves for not being able to do everything like so-and-so seems to do.  Let’s be generous to each other and real with ourselves, asking for and offering help when needed, while understanding when someone else just can’t give more right now.  Let’s offer encouragement and perspective to each other on those rough days with a teething baby or a fearful third-grader. 

Moms of little ones, I will always have a special place in my prayers for you.  You are doing hard work in the deep trenches, and you are amazing.  Pray for me too, as my trenches are shaped and placed differently, but real.  And they are located on the same side of the battle as yours are.  And in a few years, when you are here, you will still have my prayers.  Because I know that the sweet spot is crazy-wonderful and crazy-difficult.  And I will still need your prayers as well…because I will have teenagers.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

I don't want to raise moralists. (Except I do. But not really.)

As the mother of a 9-year-old, I am acutely aware of the approaching teen years.  The impending steps into independence and development of her very own perspective, plans, and faith.  

This is beautiful and exciting.  But mostly terrifying.
Unlike when Maya was two and three, and our main objectives were to keep her alive and clothed and from becoming a sociopath, I am now fielding daily big questions.  We are unable to skirt difficult topics because she notices everything, and the degree to which our words and actions are influencing hers is staggering.  She is a sponge, and (thankfully) has up to this point been a really obedient kid.

My temptation, then, is to use these crucial years of tween-dom to focus on teaching her to simply do the right things.  And to not do the wrong ones.  If I can just get her through young adulthood without having messed up too bad – or at least not in the ways that are the biggest no-nos in our evangelical subculture – I can breathe a sigh of relief.  Isn’t that what every good Christian parent wants?  A “good Christian” kid?  One who looks to all the world like a spiritual success story? Refraining from drug use and underage drinking; sexually abstinent until marriage; attendance at youth groups and Jesus rallies; a steady diet of only the right books, movies, and music; no major social media indiscretions – these are top on the checklist of the safe, pristine teen life.  And that is what we want, yes?

Except no.  Not really.

I don’t want to raise moralists. I mean, a large part of me does, because it’s safer.  It’s more comfortable.  Everyone makes mistakes, but I want my kids to check all the right columns in those big boxes and just make the little mistakes most acceptable to me.   

When I pull myself back – peel back my fears and my need for control – I know that while I (of course!) want to raise my children with good morals, teaching moralism is not my primary parental goal. 
I don't want to teach them to follow rules, I want to teach them to follow Christ. 

In a time when young people leave the church in droves by early adulthood, I spend a lot of time wondering why, because these could soon be my kids we’re talking about too.  And I wonder if, despite our best intentions in the Church, we are just not emphasizing the Gospel.  The era of Christianity in my youth that gave us ‘True Love Waits’ and ‘WWJD’ produced some lasting disciples but also saw huge numbers of my childhood friends burned and broken by the church.  The purity culture has “worked” in encouraging some teens away from sexual behavior, but has sent the message to many others that they are irreparably damaged.  The focus in Sunday School classes on Heroes of the Bible is meant to be inspirational, but can end up feeling unattainable. “I will never measure up to these people. I’ve already failed. Why even try?”

I just desperately don’t want this for my kids. My dream for their formative years in the faith is not that they would walk the line and be "good".  I want Jesus for them.

I want them to live laid low by God's holiness, and also buoyed by the knowledge that He removes our transgressions further than forever when we turn to Him.  (Psalm 103:12)

I want them to know that true faith is not found in having our checkmarks in the right columns on a few choice matters that we sometimes elevate to the point of near idolatry. But that a consistent devotion to the ways of Jesus means purity in far more aspects than what we typically highlight for kids and teens.  It means dying to our selfishness and greed, our earthly rights and entitlements (Galations 5:24). It means living a life poured out - loving God above all and loving others truly and deeply (Matthew 22:36-40). It means we must decrease (John 3:30).  It means living in humility, because His power is made perfect in our weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9).

I want them to see that those biblical heroes were not used by God because of the ways they lived their lives, but in spite of it all.  

Let’s show our kids that God loves us … simply because he loves us. In our beastliness. That he loves us before we are good.That his love isn’t vague sentimentality, but it cost him his most precious treasure to turn us into his prized possession; that the storyline of the Bible is God’s Search and Rescue mission to find the dying Beast and kiss him into joyous life.
How Abraham was an idol worshiper and God loved him and pursued him;

How Joseph was a narcissistic boy and God loved him and pursued him;

How David was a murdering adulterer and God loved him and pursued him;

How Esther had sex outside of marriage with a non-believer and God loved her and pursued her.

Our heroes weren’t loved because they were good; they were good because they were loved.

(Sam Williamson - “I Wonder if Sunday School is Destroying Our Kids”,

Yes, I want my kids to know clearly what I believe God says about how we are to live.  I want to be real with them about the difficulties we bring upon ourselves when we choose to stray from the plans of a Father who knows what is best for us, and who guides us out of lavish love - not arbitrary rules.  

And yet I will not shrink back from telling them of His astounding grace.  I will not fear that doing so will give them permission to sin. I will not ever, ever send my daughter the message that if she stumbles, she has forever become a trampled rose or filthy water in a glass - less wanted or less worthy.  No.  Just no.  Because while we have all been trampled and filthy and dead in our sin, our Redeemer lives.  Because when we confess our sins he is faithful and just to forgive and cleanse us completely (1 John 1:9).  Because I believe that there is absolutely nothing that can separate us from His love (Romans 8:38-39).

I want to be transparent about my own mistakes.  Because oh my word did I make them, and oh my goodness do I still.  My life can be a testimony to them that God heals and redeems and that no teenage transgression or attitude in adulthood has had the power to keep Him from taking our bowed-low brokenness and making us new.  

My primary goal is not to make sure my children do the right things, but to show them how to know and live the true things.

Let me be real:  I look at my kids every day and see my babies who I would like to lock in a protective bubble for all time.  I do hope they do all that "right stuff". It feels so safe and comfortable to emphasize moralism over the wild and wonderful truth of the Gospel.  And so counter-intuitive to my Mama heart to recognize that the worst thing that can happen is not that they trip into sin, but that they only understand a sanitized, pseudo-version of what it means to walk with Christ.  

When it comes down to it, I would much rather see my imperfect child run back to Jesus to be rescued and redeemed, than to see my “good Christian” kid eventually turn away disillusioned and disenfranchised because they just never really understood who He is.

I begin each day of parenting tempted to pursue what seems safe.  But I’m praying that He would help me to take surrendered steps instead, pointing these growing kids into the gloriously dangerous ways of loving Jesus - as broken people constantly being made new.

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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Thoughts on Homeschooling: The Socialization Question

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I’ve been thankful to have received very little negative feedback overall in response to our decision to homeschool at this point in our lives.  The most common, subtle concern I hear, though, usually goes something like this:

Person:  “So, are you involved in a group or co-op?”
Me:  “Yes, we meet weekly with a group of other homeschooling families.”
Person (visibly relieved):  “Oh, good!  I mean, for socialization.”

Aaaaaaand there it is.  The ‘S’ word.  One of the most famous arguments toward keeping children in a conventional school setting.  In fact, it’s an issue I had heard raised so often before we had ever considered homeschooling, that when we were agonizing like crazy people over in the process of making the decision I spent quite a lot of time fretting over whether I would be depriving my children of adequate socialization by having them at home.  And I’ve many times encountered a version of this statement from other mothers:  “I would be interested in homeschooling , but my son/daughter is so social!  I feel like I would be stifling him/her by keeping him/her away from a classroom setting.” 

Like most homeschooling parents who have wrestled with the socialization question, my initial anxieties have now given way to suppressed smiles when I sense a hinted concern from a relative, or look back at my own worries.  I now view the whole subject as a well-meaning myth with some real values underneath.  Here’s what I mean:

The socialization myth assumes that the conventional school setting is the way to ensure healthy social development.  However, even putting aside the historical norm of children who did not spend seven hours a day within the modern school model – children who were apparently, by this argument, all social misfits – the present-day evidence is proving that this assumption is unfounded.  Even a quick search turns up several studies showing that homeschooled children are just as socially confident and well-adjusted as their peers – or even more so.  But beyond the research, the frequent interaction I have with teens and young adults who were schooled at home (and are some of the most delightful, creative, polite, confident people I know), assures me that my kids aren’t missing a crucial component of their development. 

The socialization myth assumes that a whole lot of awesome socialization is happening at school.   Something that surprised me a lot during Maya’s two years in public school (during which I spent quite a bit of time volunteering in the classroom) was how little time the kids actually had to interact during the school day.  Examples:
  • Assigned seats on the bus
  • A noise-level rule system (Level 0 is silence, Level 1 is whisper, etc.) that found the kids at the silence and/or whispering level a lot.  A lot. 
  • Such a short lunch period that Maya had to consciously not talk with her friends in order to have adequate time to eat.
  • Far less recess time than what I had as a kid in school.

It’s not that I have a problem with these things, necessarily (other than the lunch thing, which drove me nuts).  And I’m not saying that there was a total lack of social time at school or that playtime is all that makes up the idea of “socialization”, but it was surprising to me when I’d spend a day with Maya at school just how little time she actually spent in playful, or even “regular” interaction with her peers, compared to what I’d assumed.  (Necessary disclaimer:  Teachers, you are awesome and are not the problem!)

But as I said, the socialization conversation has some real values at its heart, and we are actively trying to work out these values with our kids.

There is great value in children learning to play and talk and interact in a healthy way with their peers.  That’s why our kids spend time with friends in different situations several times a week – something actually made easier with our homeschooling schedule.

There is great value in children spending time at work in a group setting – learning to take turns, share information, work as a team, etc.  That’s why we love our weekly homeschool group and value our kids’ time in their Sunday school classes.  They have a lot of fun and build good skills by learning in a small group setting.

There is great value in extra-curricular activities, where children can learn special skills under the instruction of other adults and explore areas of strength and interest alongside other kids.  That’s why we love Maya’s dance lessons with a group of 11 other girls her age, her piano lessons, her scouting troop.  We love Noah’s interactive group music class and his city soccer league.  We love our growing involvement in 4-H clubs and our mornings and story/craft time at the library.  And honestly, we love these things even more now that our school day takes up less time and we aren’t fighting the after-school, after-homework fatigue that sometime took some of the enjoyment out of other activities.

There is value in children learning to interact well with people of all ages, with diverse backgrounds, in different settings.  That’s why I (mostly) like that my kids are with me during the day as we run errands and spend time out and about.  They have opportunities to chat with checkout clerks and store greeters, ask questions, help out, and play with their toddler cousins.  They are learning real-world social skills that I hope will serve them well in their teens and into adulthood. 

So that’s the long version of how I would answer the socialization concern (the short answer being a head-nod and “Mmmmhmmm.”).  I would never say that homeschooling always provides better social interaction than conventional school, because I don’t believe that.  I think involved parents who encourage social values make the biggest difference, regardless of school situation.   I do believe that where I once feared homeschooling might be a hindrance to socialization, I now see it as a great opportunity.  The bottom line is that we are around people a lot – learning, playing, working, serving – and our decision to homeschool has, for us, only been a benefit to building relationships and engaging our society.  

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Thoughts From Others

Boom.  This post from Jen Hatmaker is pretty much everything I'd like to scream when I read through my Facebook feed these days.  And also when I look at my own heart.

The Mythical "They"

I'm one who fact-checks pretty much everything, but this one?  I don't even want to know if it's skewed, stretched, or blatantly false.  I'm just going with it.

11 Reasons Why You Should Drink Coffee Every Day

This made me laugh so much.

Famous Brands Updated with Honest Taglines

I have a minor obsession with weird little life hacks.

18 Everyday Products You've Been Using Wrong

Friday, October 18, 2013

Random Friday Thoughts

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I have a sick five-year-old.  Poor guy.  The only thing that perked him up slightly this evening was a popsicle.  (Okay, two popsicles.)

Since the kids were basically in front of the television already, I took the opportunity to deep clean the kitchen.  And scrub down the refrigerator.  And sort the pantry.  And clean both bathrooms.  And vacuum/mop all the floors.  It was sort of awesome.  

Zooey Deschenel is so delightful.  

This week marked the time for the yearly tradition in which I bake a pumpkin pie, freeze a batch of homemade vanilla ice cream, take half the pe and roughly chopped it, then fold it into the ice cream.

Parks and Recreation gets better and better all the time.

I would like to know why, every fall, we discover that no one in this house has socks that match or fit.  

It is October 18th, and we have not yet taken our children to pick out their pumpkins.  Parenting fail.

I need to go search Pinterest to figure out what to make for breakfast tomorrow morning!

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Thoughts from the Kids

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(In the van today..)

Me:  "Hey guys, I'm writing about stuff I'm thinking about every day this month.  What are you thinking about?"

Maya:  "Oh!  Well, I'm thinking about how fun it will be to go to piano lessons today.  I love piano lessons!  Probably because it's so fun to play music.  And I love doing the duets with Aunt Diane.  I just think it's so cool that I am actually learning how to play an instrument!  And I'm starting to do whole songs!  Oh, and then tomorrow I have dance class, and I love dance class too, because I feel really grown up when we practice the new moves, and I'm so excited to learn our recital dance, and we'll get to wear beautiful costumes with fur muffs because it's an ice-skating dance!  So I'm learning two things I love for two days in a row!"

Noah:  "I'm mostly thinking about eating stromboli."

(Sounds about right.)

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Thoughts on Homeschooling: What We're Studying

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When I began homeschooling last year, I knew I couldn't just merrily hum along while piecing together a complete curriculum out of my own creativity.  No.  That would not be a gift that I possess.  I didn't know exactly what I was looking for, but here were some of my criteria:

  • Literature-based.  Solid, classic literature that would nurture a love of reading and writing.  
  • Structured lesson plans.  An outline of 180 school days that would give me a detailed plan for how to cover all of the subjects and materials in a way that made sense.  
  • No extensive preparation required.  I did not want to have to spend my evenings doing research and pulling materials together.  
  • Everything included.  Please, no tracking down obscure books at the library or typing up sheets of sample sentences for language arts.  
  • Faith-based, without being defensive, weird, or overly-sheltering.

I looked into every homeschool curriculum I could find, overwhelming myself with the decision, until we finally decided to try Sonlight.  I had heard good things, and from what I could tell, this company's vision fit every necessary line on my list.  I loved their commitment to good literature, and I appreciated their detailed lesson plans as well as the freedom they encourage to make the plans fit your individual needs.  I loved that I'd receive all the needed materials, and I was very impressed with Sonlight's philosophy on solid, non-weird Christian education.  

Ten weeks into our second school year at home, and I cannot say enough good things about this curriculum.  Sure, I've made my own adjustments to their suggested schedules over time, but the overall focuses and the level of education I'm able to provide with relative ease have been a huge blessing.  

This year, Maya (3rd grade) is in her second year of a World History core, with last year leading up to the fall of Rome, and this year picking up with the time of the Vikings and putting us currently in the adventurous Middle Ages.  I am learning right along with her, and as a history-lover, it is so fun to study the people, places, and discoveries that have shaped the course of human events.  

Maya's science studies this year will take us through geology, meteorology, and mechanical technology. She's doing 4th-5th grade language arts, readers,, and spelling and is doing her math through Teaching Textbooks at the computer.  She has weekly Bible memory verses and daily scripture readings and is studying interesting Bible facts as well as powerful missionary stories.  We are learning about world cultures and religions and specific prayer focuses that we can use as we intercede for people groups around the globe.

Noah (Kindergarten) is focusing on reading skills, spelling, language arts, and writing.  He has crazy math skills, so I'm just letting him run with it and when he's done with these workbooks we'll order the next ones.  He's studying basic science subjects like nature, weather, animal groups, etc., and other "world around me" things like typical jobs that make up a town.  He has memory verses as well, and we read from a Bible storybook.

Both of them have been studying art books with me from time to time, and we do some science experiments, crafts, and creative writing too.  

I've contemplated shifting things around so that we're not covering every single subject each day, but having one or two days a week that are heavier in science and a couple that are more history-focused, for instance.  We'll see.  But this works for now.  

And even though there are days when we're all a little off and nothing is going well (oh, hello there, last Tuesday!), we are really enjoying our school time and the things we're learning together.