Instead of resolutions, I decided to focus on a single word this year. While I sat with simplify and discipline for a bit, in the end the word that resonated most strongly with me was Embrace.
One of the things I've decided to Embrace this year is my weight loss journey. While there's a 'before' pic, there's not going to be a definitive 'after' pic. I'm focusing on where I'm at and how I'm doing and Embracing right now versus worrying about an 'after.' As such, I'm choosing to call these pics 'before' and 'first third.' #24.2
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Since our duo became a trio almost seventeen years ago, we’ve had a running joke around here about the Mother of the Year award. Thing is, I’m prone to pulling some doozies as my mom would say, which is how the notion of the award came about. While I don’t remember now what I did that caused us to coin the phrase all those years ago, I’m sure it was either shockingly impressive or completely ridiculous. Brilliance or incompetence. There’s rarely anything in between with me.
The kiddo received his first speeding ticket today, which is to say he’s grounded and his truck is parked indefinitely, which means I’m headed back to the carpool line…
It’s also how I found myself sitting on the side of the road shouting “Let me tell you something, mister. I don’t offer fifteen million chances. I’m not Jesus!” at the top of my lungs at 415pm on an otherwise quiet Tuesday afternoon. #MOTY2018
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
When I received the message through our school notification system that something had hit the airwaves causing "school administrators and local police authorities to not only be aware but diligent in investigating any and all safety situations,” needless to say, it got my attention. But you know what it didn’t do? It didn’t make me want tougher gun laws.
So how can I say such a thing, right? How cold and insensitive of me? Stay with me for a minute (or go ahead and unfriend me-it’s your call) and I’ll walk you through my thought process in regard to the facts and the truth (as I see it)…
Fact: Until you get a safety related message from a place where your child spends eight hour a day, you have no idea how you might respond so if you haven’t been there, do the rest of us a favor and stop pretending like you have. It's NOT funny.
Fact: There was no mention of the real issue in the email I received, only vaguely worded mention that some safety issue was being investigated. Yet it didn’t take my mind more than an instant to focus on recent events.
Truth: There’s another broken person in our midst.
Truth: People that are hurting hurt others.
Truth: If mental illness were visible there would be a line of people waiting for help wrapped around the earth twice over.
Truth: When I received that email this afternoon, thoughts about tougher gun laws didn’t cross my mind because I’m smart enough to know that broken people will find a way around whatever the obstacle be it a wall or a fine or a law. I went the direct opposite and my first thought was that I need to rally an Army to protect my kid, and his friends, and kids I remember buttoning coats and tying shoes for when I taught kindergarten, and my friends’ kids, and the wonderful teachers and staff in our district that have become like family over the years.
Truth: What we need is better access to mental health care, and early intervention, and more accessible social work, and we also need more involved parents… Sadly those buzz words don’t win elections.
We guard our money, and our artwork, and our airports. The local mall has armed security in place for the designer handbags. There are more security measures in place at a rock concert than a school. Fact is, there are more security measures in place in the DVD section at Barnes and Noble than we afford our kids.
Friday, January 19, 2018
Instead of New Years resolutions, I pick a word to focus on each year. If you’d have asked me over Christmas break, I would have told you Simplify and Discipline where frontrunners for 2018. Then EMBRACE found me and with it came the understanding that I need to foster new attitudes and a willingness to wrap my arms around certain things I’ve been able to push aside heretofore. A simple example is cooking. If you know me well, you know the boys and I used to eat out 5 nights a week. Eating out is fun and easy and social and I take the task of finding new restaurants as a welcome challenge. Short and sweet--eating out pushes all the good buttons for me. But that’s not the case for my boys. The hubster and the kiddo grew so sick of eating out last year that dinner became a source of contention for us. As such, one of the areas in my life I’m embracing this year is cooking dinner. The new rule in Buehlerland is that we’ll eat at home Monday through Saturday (when possible to do so). Whew! Talk about in for a penny, in for a pound, huh?
I’m nineteen days into embracing dinner (that’s seventeen home cooked meals if you’re counting) and one of the things I’ve grown to love most about my time in the kitchen is pulling out old recipes and seeing the handwriting of friends as well as that of my mom, my mother-in-law, and my grandma. These cards are precious to me and they make me wonder--who will hold my cards one day? My daughter-in-law? My grandchildren? And then it dawned on me that unless I start writing down my recipes, all I’ll be able to share with the next generation is a flash drive and my Pinterest password.
It took me ten minutes and twelve dollars to create my recipe cards and you can bet I’ll be filling them out as the boys and I decide on our ‘keepers' in the coming year.
Friday, September 1, 2017
When I got the phone call this morning, my first thought was that the kiddo had been in an accident. He's only been driving a month and while he always texts to tell me he's safe at school once he gets parked, he's never called. As a result, it was several words past hearing he was safe that I really started listening. Five police cars. Two fire trucks. An ambulance. As it turns out, the kiddo rolled up to a four way stop in a neighborhood at the same time local authorities were arriving on the scene of an accident at the house on the corner. So it was there, on his way to school down a path we’ve driven a thousand times, that the kiddo witnessed his first fatality complete with the all of the sounds and activity and gore that accompanies such a thing. I just sat there, mom. There was so much equipment coming from every direction... I didn’t want to get in the way.
On Wednesday our community learned we’d lost yet another teen to suicide and it was the kiddo that reminded me that not a year has passed since he started 7th grade that we’ve made it from start to finish without a fatality. Five years in a row, mom. Five years! When do people get a clue and starting fixing this mess? It’s been a tough week.
I don't know what you think but I'm going tell you the reality: whatever your kids are talking about is likely only a third of what’s really happening with any given situation. Leading psychologists and child welfare experts that have studied teenage behavioral patterns and bullying and suicide and mental health disorders and self harm behaviors all report that when your kiddo shares a situation, it’s highly probable you’re only getting about 34% of the whole story. It’s not that your kiddo is necessarily lying to you, which could be the case for some. Rather, it’s that between a lack of experience in sharing how they feel, “flooding”, which is a teen brain phenomenon that happens when kids become emotionally charged, distraction, and distance (time) from the event, you’re lucky if you get 34%.
As parents we need to hit our knees and pray for guidance so we can find better ways to connect with our kids because we’re losing children in communities all over this country at an alarming rate. They’re running and they’re making harmful choices and they’re hurting themselves and we don’t know until it’s too late because we’re working on 34% fact. It’s not enough. What we’re doing isn’t enough.
I taped CMT CrossRoads this week because I like Florida Georgia Line and the Backstreet Boys. While I know the kiddo likes FGL, I didn’t expect him to come upstairs while I was busting moves and singing at the top of my lungs to I Want It That Way. Sure, he laughed at me for second, then he kicked off his shoes so I followed his lead. Which is how we ended up breaking out our cheesy 90’s dance moves and jamming right alongside the music until the band broke into a ballad. And then suddenly it wasn’t about the music at all. It only took a few moments before we were both misty eyed, slow dancing in the kitchen in our bare feet, him pouring out his heart and processing a traumatic week and me reassuring him that we’ll always find a way.
Our kids may only be giving us 34% but they need to know we’re giving 100%. They need to hear that there’s always a way to handle a problem differently than the obvious. They need to hear that it’s never wise to make a permanent decision regarding a temporary situation. And they need to be reassured that we won’t stop trying to find ways to connect.
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
What is the source of your holy discontent? You know what I mean… That topic that makes your blood boil every time it gets mentioned. That image that makes you cringe and look away when you see it. Is it pornography? Is it child abuse? Lack of prison reform? AIDS orphans? Corporate greed? Poverty? Sexual slavery? Illiteracy? Religious persecution? Addiction? Lack of school funding? Mental illness? Incurable disease? Religious persecution? Homeless veterans? Any form of slavery? So what is it? What makes your blood boil? Now tell me what you do about it.
Do you post graphics on Facebook? Do you quote alleged scholars? Do you share your opinion on every issue that comes along? Do you judge others for their opinion? Do you scoff when someone disagrees with you? We live in a free country so you have the right to do any of those things - they're cheap and they’re easy so I can see the appeal. But that's just it. They're cheap and easy. "There we go," we say to ourselves after we hit post before closing down our Facebook app. "Now they know how I feel about XYZ." Great. Thank you. You're right. Now I know how you feel. Now tell me what you really did that might affect the issue.
Did you help free a ten year old girl from wondering not if she’s going to be violated in the wee hours of the night but how many times? Did you save a five-year-old little boy from being thrown over the side of a boat and told to swim or die? Did you help a child who has never hugged his/her father due to incarnation get to spend an afternoon visiting his dad? Did you put a hot meal in the tummy of a child that’s gone without food for several days? Did you go to the hospital and lay an abandoned baby across your chest so they could feel the joy of skin-to-skin contact before they took their last breath? Did you drop off that bag of unwanted craft supplies and that bundle of box tops to your local elementary school because you don’t need them but you know kids in a nearby district can’t afford crayons? Did you snag an extra package of underwear when you were doing your back to school shopping to donate to the homeless veterans drop box? I could go on and on but I think you get the point and you're not going to like the next thing I have to say so buckle up.
I've heard it said that if you look at a man's checkbook, it doesn’t take long to see what he values and while part of me wants to push back against that because there are bills to pay, another part of me knows it’s true. Many of us are all in when it's cheap and easy. In fact, the human race has proven that we have an incredible propensity for destruction largely because it’s cheap and easy.
Spray painting a sacred monument doesn’t cost much to the person holding the can. Tearing down a statue doesn’t cost much for the person that brought the rope. Spewing hate via pithy graphics on Facebook doesn’t cost much to the sender of the post. While these displays of holy discontent seem active in the moment, the truth is they’re largely passive because save for the participant who might snag fifteen minutes of fame or feel better for a second in time, they really don’t help anyone else. I mean seriously, what do you say to the person who thinks they’re helping the cause by acting in such a cheap and easy way? “Way to kick the crap out of a piece of bronze?” Or maybe something like, “You really know how to use a spray can?”
When you’re talking about affecting real change, cheap and easy rarely gets the job done because the sad truth about the world we live in is that action and advocacy come at a cost. Whether it’s your time or your money or your energy, fighting your holy discontent can stretch the limits of your resources.
We’re so quick to toss out an opinion and take a side regarding the things that bother us to the core, yet many of us are so slow in acting in a way that has any chance of making a real difference. Sharing your opinion may make you feel like you’re doing something and it may gain you some attention, but who is it really helping? The world won’t become a better place until the day arrives when we’re as quick to leverage our resources toward the cause of our holy discontent as we are to share our opinion about it.
What really makes your blood boil? I hope you have an answer because there’s something you can do about it…
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