Saturday, March 31, 2012

Canada Geese

This is the view from my backyard:

You eat, while I watch, and then I'll watch while you eat....Geese looking out for one another








The geese have returned to our neighborhood. Each spring I delight in watching them. The way they stick together as a flock. They way they pair up and watch each other's backs. The sound of their webbed feet hitting the water. The honking of the flock as they fly overhead...and soon the arrival of the goslings. We see the mamas tucked away in the reeds and know the nests are near. We stop the cars when they come and watch the parade, no matter how busy we think we are.


For year's I've enjoyed learning lessons from geese. How they fly in formation and take turns sharing the leadership role. How it's okay to be tired and let someone else take the reins. How they mate for life and are fiercely protective of one another and their young. How they stick together until there is healing, or the end has come.



Here is a post from a fellow goose-lover with some facts.


Lessons From Geese

FACT 1:
As each goose flaps its wings it creates an “uplift” for the birds that follow. By flying in a “V” formation, the whole flock adds 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew alone.

Lesson:
People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going quicker and easier because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.
FACT 2:
When a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of flying alone. It quickly moves back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird immediately in front of it.
Lesson:
If we have as much sense as a goose we stay in formation with those headed where we want to go. We are willing to accept their help and give our help to others.

FACT 3:
When the lead goose tires, it rotates back into formation and another goose flies to the point position.
Lesson:
It pays to take turns doing the hard tasks and sharing leadership. As with geese, people are interdependent on each other’s skills, capabilities and unique arrangements of gifts, talents or resources.
FACT 4:
The geese flying in formation honk to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.
Lesson:
We need to make sure our honking is encouraging. In groups where there is encouragement, the production is much greater. The power of encouragement (to stand by one’s heart or core values and encourage the heart and core of others) is the quality of honking we seek.
FACT 5:
When a goose gets sick, wounded or shot down, two geese drop out of formation and follow it to help and protect it. They stay with it until it dies or is able to fly again. Then, they launch out with another formation or catch up with the flock.
Lesson:
If we have as much sense as geese, we will stand by each other in difficult times as well as when we are strong.

Delightful

Ping! I just got a text from a good friend of mine who needed to vent.

My fun-mom friend is huddled in the rain with three of her boys waiting for the Charleston Bridge Run to start. She is the mom who plans Spring Break with lots of activities. This year I am the slack (or budget conscious) mom who thinks "we just went skiing over winter break and will need lots of plane tickets to  Europe for the adoption....we're sticking close to home with the Groupons this year."

I feel a little sad for my amazing friend, huddled in the rain with her not-so-content boys. It's raining here too, but I am sitting in my warm, dry house in my fuzzy bathrobe (still at 9:30), reading, drinking my delicious decaf coffee, and blogging. My oldest daughter is reading Catching Fire in my bed waiting until I take her to the Hunger Games matinee this afternoon. My youngest daughter is still snoozing after last night's whirlwind of activity and company, my husband took off to the gym, and my son is...(wait for it.....) playing with legos in front of the Saturday morning Clone Wars cartoon.

What a glorious season where everyone can entertain themselves for a few minutes. In the days of small buckle-you-into-your-car seat children, I never thought this day would come.

Wait a minute, the littlest snuggle bunny is now by my side. "Mommmmmmmmmmmy. There's 'some-ping' that I'm hungry for!"

It was fun while it lasted. The kitchen is humming.


A call to arms

When my eight year old son is by himself, or in the company of his two sisters, he enjoys quiet things: carefully putting together thousand piece lego structures, researching new lego kits on the internet, watching other kids' youtube videos of themselves playing with legos, and maybe even reading a book about lego characters.

But, when you invite another boy into the equation, there is suddenly a burst of energy and an instantaneous call to arms. Our children met a boy who is visiting his mother over his spring break and is living next door for the week. They met at a lemonade sale in our front yard (in which the only customers were my husband and my mother :-). Going inside, the boys asked, "What is there to do?" I encouraged them to think of something themselves and was somewhat amazed with the response. The next few hours were filled with war games with careful strategies and clearly defined rules.

Nerf gun wars inside upstairs
Pool noodle wars
Light saber wars
quick snack break
a folding chair by a tree...I missed that...no telling what that was about
Pool noodles duct-taped to light sabers for extra reinforcement and length wars
Wizard battles with wands (in which my youngest daughter was allowed to play)
Wizard hide and seek war

And then my favorite, shooting nerf bullets and trying to swing at them like baseball with the light sabers. This was impressive and actually took some skill. But as I was trying to prepare dinner and keep the downstairs neat for company that was on the way over, my cries of "Upstairs or outside" didn't seem to be heard without some volume.

Dinner with friends was delightful in which the friends' children joined in with our kids and made up more mysterious games upstairs that must have involved our treadmill and a tarzan-like vine of crocheted scarves. Some days I am amazed that anyone in our household has survived to the age of 10.

My active smelly guerilla warfare boy after his shower still loves to throw his arms around me and tell me that he loves me too. I pray for the little girl that will someday become his wife. May he be just as tender with her as he is with me.

A younger B sharpening his Jedi Knight skills with his Uncle







Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Twas lost .....

I have lost my ipad. I think I may have left it in the hotel room where we stayed for a conference on Grace last weekend.

I have felt nauseated knowing that I lost something that was expensive, something that was a surprise gift from my sweet husband, something that I used every day in taking notes from my quiet times alone with God.

Upon unpacking and the initial alarm, I started with prayer: "O God, You are the one who can make the ax-head float! You care about things that are lost. You even told the story about the woman who swept her house searching for the lost coin, and how all the neighbors rejoiced with her when it was found."

We called the hotel and reported the loss, but no one has done the right thing and turned it in yet. The tracking device is on, and the passcode is set, but that is probably nothing to reset for someone who was truly intent on keeping it.

A friend told me of a story she had read about a family that was adopting in Ukraine, and the husband had left his iPad on the seat of the train. Someone had driven him an hour back to the station, wondering all the time why they were even trying since the odds would be so slim that it would have been found and turned in to the authorities. There is a chance. God, you do do things like that. You did it for that guy. Please do it for me too.

"You haven't lost anything".  I've felt that phrase roll around my soul for several days. I see how God has provided other ways to connect to the internet or read His word. His provision may be in this alone. Or, He may be reminding me that I have lost nothing of true value, nothing worth crying over. We did not leave a child behind in the hotel. We have a home and a job and our health.

Still, I wait to see if someone will do the right thing and turn it in for me. God who can find iPads and not just hear prayers about big things like cancer. God, who may have something better than returning it to me in mind. God, in whom I trust with the outcome.

Hunger Games Cover for iPad






Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Wistful for Wisteria

I have this dream of having an English cottage style garden. My addiction to Pinterest isn't helping. Pin...Pin..Pine!

I have tried to buy a purple Wisteria plant from the gardening super center, but had no luck with it surviving the soil. One year I tried to pluck from the roadside weeds what looked like a small vine, that ended up being attached to a very, very big vine that I couldn't remove with a stick of dynamite. Another year I tried chopping off a small woody piece to attempt to root a new plant with my freshly purchase rooting hormone...also ending in failure.

And so, as I drive around our neighborhood drinking in the beauty and sneezing out the pollen, I have Wisteria Envy.

I know it would probably take over the spot where I planted it (if I could ever get one to live in the first place).

What does that say about my gardening, if a thing thrives in the wild, but dies under my care? Hmmm.

One Day

On Gratitude and Toilet Paper Rolls

Toilet Paper Rolls

After the last post, you may find it humorous to know that I am still thinking about bathroom issues.
This time, my thoughts center on gratitude.

Consider the latest entry in my gratitude journal:





The excitement I feel when I receive a kindergarten newsletter asking for families to save toilet paper rolls for a spring art project.

Knowing full well that I have an entire drawer full of saved toilet paper rolls for such a time as this.
Happy to be able to clean out my drawer, and happy to help out in the classroom.

One of the throwbacks to being a former elementary school teacher is that I cannot bring myself to part with useful items such as toilet paper rolls (and let's not forget paper towel rolls too)!
"Someone can use this!" courses through my thoughts.

Another part of my hoarding recyclable materials is my having lived in Africa for two years.

It's a bit of a paradox. I hold on to things because I have seen people who have so very little and would love to use what I throw away. I remember once walking a dirt path with my Cameroonian friend and being aghast that she would drink juice from a small tin can and then pitch the can along the path as she continued walking. My American upbringing of watching public service announcements on Saturday mornings in between cartoons was screaming: "Remember Woodsy the Owl! Give a Hoot! Don't pollute!" But in her way of thinking, since there were ZERO recycling facilities available, to throw the can down was the kindest most practical thing since "someone else can find it and use it".





So, I admit it. I'm a hoarder of toilet paper rolls. But on a day like today, when the call comes to save rolls...I am amply prepared! And I feel justified.

Gratitude

Recently our women's ministry had a retreat to focus on the practice of gratitude. We used the book One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp as a spring point for discussion. My gratitude-minded friend had made me a gratitude journal a few years back (and I am grateful that she did, because her craftsmanship is much more beautiful than the spiral-bound notebook I would have been using). When I returned home from the retreat, it was fun and enlightening to count and see how many things I had already listed. Today's entry of "toilet paper rolls, already collected" is number 602.


May I always have eyes to see the provision of God around me.





Chief Poop Inspector

There are moments when being a Mom is glorious....and then there are moments when being a Mom is anything but glamourous. I took one of my children to the pediatrician yesterday to determine why this particular child had to go had to go had to go right now! The other two kids who were dragged to the doctor visit found the urine sample deliciously gross. When tests ruled out a strep infection, I was sent home with instructions to monitor all poop for the next few weeks to see if the problem derived from constipation. Hmmm. There aren't too many Hallmark commercials featuring this part of parenting. I thought I was doing a pretty good job just by remembering to make an appointment, because the child only complained if we didn't pause a movie long enough for a potty break. I had asked if it hurt...if it was a lot of tinkle or just a little...and noted that there hadn't been any accidents. You know how it is. Feeling like a good Mom. Then you go to the appointment. I am always a little bit dumbfounded when the child answers questions for the doctor. I had no idea this kid wasn't regular. I haven't monitored that process for quite some time, so it was a surprise for me to learn that this is a few times a week kid. Perhaps that explains the bouts we've had with the "sup-ah plung-ah" and the extraordinary amount of squealing there has been in the back seat of the minivan from "toots". Toots have been such a part of our inglorious family history that I didn't put two and two together, not even after feeling so accomplished when we taught the kid the important lifeskill of how to unstop a toilet! The best laugh we had was envisioning our sweet sister/sister-in-law's face when we pretended to tell her that she would have to monitor the poop for the poop log while we were away Friday night. But it didn't take us long to figure out that that might not be the smartest move to gross out the family babysitter. Thankfully, the kid is old enough to write down all the pertinent information on the night the chief poop inspector is away.

Father, my honor is from You!
Psalm 62:7


I get a little crazy matching up coupons and Chamin with aloe on sale

Are you expecting?

"Are you expecting?" The question stunned me.

"No," I stammered. "It's just a baby doll style dress" I explained, gesturing to my high-waisted outfit.

"But, I thought I saw your name on the Blessed Beginnings prayer calendar."

The light finally dawned for me.
"Oh! Yes! We're adopting!"

For someone to stop me in the hallway at church, I was completely caught off guard, thinking that it really was TIME or me to lay off the girl scout cookies and have a fashion overhaul.

I am expecting. We are expectant. But because I am not pregnant this time around I forget some days. We just received our immigration notification in the mail telling us when we can report for fingerprinting. Before this letter had arrived in the mail, there had been a long stretch when we hadn't heard anything. Hadn't done anything. Just waiting, going about life with three other children. I had almost forgotten that our lives will soon be forever changed.

Sometimes I feel a little bit guilty about this. Wasn't I the girl curled up in a knot on their beds missing them just a few months before? And yet, the practical side of me sees how this waiting season of normality is also a gift from the Lord. I can't spend every day weeping in broken mode. How would dinner get on the table, or the carpool be driven to baseball practice?

Thank you God for everyday moments. Not highs. Not lows. Just everyday moments. They, too, are a blessing.

The fruit of the Spirit is...patience. Galatians 5:22

Dress in Question





Saturday, March 17, 2012

an Oops day with pleasant surprises




When the little smokies I made for the party never made it all the way inside from the parking lot. And the kids weren't even to blame, 
I did it myself.

When I remembered half-way through spin class that it was Fifth Grade Friends and Family Day at my daughter's school.

When I was pleasantly surprised that the bathing suits I needed to buy for the kids were on sale, but I spent too much time in the store and the Chick-fil-A drive-through line was wrapped all the way around the parking lot.

Being pleasantly surprised again when the Chick-fil-A team could get me and half the city through the above-mentioned drive-through line 

in seven minutes.

Arriving to school only to discover that my daughter also forgot about friends and family day and had already ordered a lunch from the cafeteria.
Happy that she still seemed to 

enjoy my company.

Making a playlist for Shag Dance Night 

at the church.
Becoming so involved in the playlist selection that I look up minutes before my exercise class started.
Racing to put on tennis shoes, fill water bottle, and make it to class.
Bummed to be stuck behind a very slow car.
Trying to "be present" and content behind the slow car.
Discovering that I'm not as spiritual as I would like to be.
Being stuck in traffic is not the perfect will of God after all.
Being pleasantly surprised that my friend had saved me a seat, 

fighting off other would be claimers of "my" bike.
Sweating to the oldies...it's was an 80's ride.

REALLY needing the bathroom after two large cups of decaf that morning.
Having the spin class run overtime so that I needed to race out of that class to teach my own.
No time for a break then, or two hours later during the bathing suit shopping, or during the school lunch.

Sweet happiness to be home and get a shower.

Texting a friend to see if I could come by with some flowers from friends who care.
Listening to the tears and sharing grief mixed with hope.


Running back home to chop lemons, find centerpieces, make little smokies and broccoli salad for shag night.
Feeding the kids bowls of cereal for their dinner (and leftover Chick-fil-A sandwich from the afternoon's lunch attempt).

Getting son dressed for a baseball game that I would not see since we were in charge of 

shag night set up.
Happy that our friend would cheer for our son too while we were setting things up.
Happy to hear they won the game and thankful for our sister-in-law who came to the game and 

sent us a you tube clip of B at bat.

Attempting to follow directions on broccoli salad...mix sauce over  vegetables 

just before serving.
NOT A BLESSING to find the sauce oozing all over my ipod dock, having come undone in the car trip to church.
Thankful to have food to eat at all, even  if the salad was a little dry and most of the weenies fell onto the pavement.


 Happy that shag night went well and people laughed and had fun and friends came to join us.
 


All's well that ends well.