Every year, we receive several Christmas cards from family and friends. Many of them include newsletters and family photos. Each year, I intend to send one out, but I never get around to it. Thanks to the wonders of the Internet, you can have a Christmas card, albeit a virtual one.
We're all doing well. Our biggest news of the year is the birth of Gregory James, our second child (click on the link for more info). We call him Greg. He is an absolute delight, especially now that he's sleeping through the night. He looks exactly like James, and his resemblance to Susanna at the same age is uncanny.
Susanna at three is delightful, intelligent, energetic, and talks so much that we have difficulty getting a word in edgewise. She started preschool this fall, really enjoys it, and is doing well. Depending on the day, she either considers Simon (our black Lab) or Greg her best friend. Susanna has adjusted very well to being a big sister, and really loves her little brother. As you can see from the picture, she's not a huge fan of Santa, but that's OK.
James is still working at Booz Allen Hamilton, loves it, and they love him (great news in this economy!). I'm on "family leave", which means most days I'm at home with both of the kids. For the record, most of the time I love it. I'm also moonlighting as a hospital chaplain for a local hospital system, which provides not only a paycheck but also a vocational outlet. Only God knows what the future will hold for me in that arena (full time chaplaincy, returning to the local church, extending my family leave), but for now I feel blessed to be where I am and do what I'm doing.
May your Christmas be merry, your New Year be happy, and may God shower you with blessings!
Love,
James, Patti, Susanna, Greg, & Simon Money.
I tend to be verbose. A friend once told me that instead of saying things in a nutshell, I say things in a nut tree. So, welcome to my nut tree!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Well, This Should Be Fun!
Remember this post from last week? Well, the very next day, my pastor sent an e-mail to several of us who have pastoral experience and/or seminary education, asking about our level of interest in worship leadership AND seeing if any of us would be interested in preaching for him on January 2 while he's away (Imagine that! A pastor taking off after Christmas! like he's expecting to be TIRED or something). I replied on Tuesday afternoon, saying that I would be happy to preach at either service (we have a traditional service and a contemporary service) and would love to help out with worship leadership. (Of course, being ME, I said that in about ten sentences instead of two, and included a Brief History of My Vocational Life.)
So, I sent that e-mail andgnawed my fingernails checked my e-mail every five minutes patiently waited for his response (I really was patient. Having been a pastor, and still having many friends in the "business", I know that pastors cannot spend their whole day answering e-mails and phone calls). Yesterday, we went to a fun-filled family thing at church (it really was great. Free pancake breakfast and photos with Santa, a "angel gift shop", and a cookie walk/sale thingy) and within five minutes of us entering the pancake breakfast, he came over and confirmed that I would be preaching at the 11am service (that's the contemporary one, which we usually attend).
So, there you have it. I have my first preaching gig in over a year. I wasfreaking out hyperventilating for a few minutes, but I'm actually feeling good now. I'm pretty excited. It helps that I was reminded of a few things: first, that experience has shown me that as long as I am faithful to the "process of preparation" as one fellow blogger described it, I (with the help of God, of course) will produce good work and my nerves will be considerably reduced. Second, that no matter how large the congregation may be (average attendance around 250; I'm used to 40-50), I only have an Audience of One, and that would be the One who created me, loves, me, and called me to do this in the first place. God is the only one in the room whose socks I want to knock off, so to speak. Third, I am someone for whom learning and growth both come through experience. In order to gain that experience (and therefore learn and grow), I need to take some risks. This will also be a good initial test for me to see if preaching is indeed something I'm called to do/find fulfillment in, and whether I should go back to the local church.
So, pray for me, will you? Particularly that I am faithful to the One who called me to ministry and whose Word I will be bringing, but also that my preaching will not cause my pastor to regret asking me to preach in the first place.
So, I sent that e-mail and
So, there you have it. I have my first preaching gig in over a year. I was
So, pray for me, will you? Particularly that I am faithful to the One who called me to ministry and whose Word I will be bringing, but also that my preaching will not cause my pastor to regret asking me to preach in the first place.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Food for Thought
I had another topic I was planning on writing about today, but then I clicked over to Joelle's blog and read her most recent post, which had me cocking my head and going, "huh" in a very good way. In other words, it provided me with a perspective I hadn't considered. That, by the way, is one of the reasons that I read Joelle's blog; she has this way of showing things from a different (but legitimate) perspective.
In this case, she's linked to this article from another blogger. I highly encourage you to read it, for the reason I mentioned above (different perspective). This blogger offers an alternative to the highly-popular Advent Conspiracy. One suggestion she offers: if you have money to spend, go ahead and spend it, but spend it wisely (keep your dollars local, focus on what will bring the most joy to others, not on giving gifts just for the sake of it).
Anyway, go ahead and read the article. I think it makes several excellent points.
In this case, she's linked to this article from another blogger. I highly encourage you to read it, for the reason I mentioned above (different perspective). This blogger offers an alternative to the highly-popular Advent Conspiracy. One suggestion she offers: if you have money to spend, go ahead and spend it, but spend it wisely (keep your dollars local, focus on what will bring the most joy to others, not on giving gifts just for the sake of it).
Anyway, go ahead and read the article. I think it makes several excellent points.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Into Every Blog a Few Typos Must Fall
I took a look at the title of yesterday's blog post and realized that instead of "Danskos" I had put "Dankos"...without the "s". Brilliant, Patti. I will confess to being a complete and utter grammar/spelling snob. It drives me up the wall when people (particularly well-educated people) consistently make major grammatical and spelling mistakes. A few of my pet peeves are:
-Saying "you're" instead of "your" when using the possessive. Ditto for using "your" instead of "you're" when you mean to say "you are".
-Referring to the large table in a church that traditionally holds Communion elements, flowers, and Bible as "alter" instead of "altar" (the correct spelling).
-Using apostrophes when indicating plural nouns.
I could go on, but you get the point. I do pride myself on having very good grammar and spelling. However, I have noticed some grammatical errors in my blog posts AFTER I had published them. One major error was even pointed out by my MOTHER. It's pretty embarrassing to pride yourself on great grammar and then find errors/typos that wouldn't exist if you'd just been a little more careful (or if Blogger would add a "grammar check" feature).
So, if you find a grammatical mistake in a blog post, you have two options. First, you can e-mail me and point it out so I can fix it ASAP. Or, you can ignore it and figure that grammatical mistakes happen to all of us. It's your choice. I suppose there's also the option of noticing an error/typo and simply judging me, but if you're the type of person to do that, I'd just as soon you pointed the mistake out to me, so I can fix it.
No one's perfect, right?
-Saying "you're" instead of "your" when using the possessive. Ditto for using "your" instead of "you're" when you mean to say "you are".
-Referring to the large table in a church that traditionally holds Communion elements, flowers, and Bible as "alter" instead of "altar" (the correct spelling).
-Using apostrophes when indicating plural nouns.
I could go on, but you get the point. I do pride myself on having very good grammar and spelling. However, I have noticed some grammatical errors in my blog posts AFTER I had published them. One major error was even pointed out by my MOTHER. It's pretty embarrassing to pride yourself on great grammar and then find errors/typos that wouldn't exist if you'd just been a little more careful (or if Blogger would add a "grammar check" feature).
So, if you find a grammatical mistake in a blog post, you have two options. First, you can e-mail me and point it out so I can fix it ASAP. Or, you can ignore it and figure that grammatical mistakes happen to all of us. It's your choice. I suppose there's also the option of noticing an error/typo and simply judging me, but if you're the type of person to do that, I'd just as soon you pointed the mistake out to me, so I can fix it.
No one's perfect, right?
Monday, December 06, 2010
If It Weren't For My Dansksos, My Feet Would be Bleeding
I probably walked about 15,000 steps today. I visited 29 patients and their families over a ten-hour period. That may not sound like a lot to you, but given that I am supposed to have MEANINGFUL CONVERSATION with each of these patients, it is a lot. Trust me.
I clocked in at 10:30am and clocked out at 9:25 pm, so I guess I technically worked for eleven hours. Whatever. My feet hurt. My mind is numb. I'm going to bed. I'll iron James' clothes in the morning.
I do feel very satisfied and fulfilled, though. But mostly exhausted. And cold. Do you know it's really cold outside?
Night-night.
I clocked in at 10:30am and clocked out at 9:25 pm, so I guess I technically worked for eleven hours. Whatever. My feet hurt. My mind is numb. I'm going to bed. I'll iron James' clothes in the morning.
I do feel very satisfied and fulfilled, though. But mostly exhausted. And cold. Do you know it's really cold outside?
Night-night.
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Random Ramblings, Cookie Monster Edition
James is making chocolate chip cookies. Our new oven does a really, really nice job with cookies. Apparently his co-workers have requested chocolate chip cookies, and James is obliging.
I'll bring some into work tomorrow, too. I'm working at DePaul tomorrow, and am fairly excited about it. Getting myself (professionally dressed and groomed) and two kids out of the house, to day care, and to work on time is really not fun. However, I really enjoy working the occasional shift because a) I get to do something I really really love and b) I get to talk to adults. It's a nice break from being "Mommy" 24/7. And as a nice bonus, I make money!
I'm sort of in this "vocational limbo" where I'm deciding what to do for the next few years and for the long haul. Because I'm a provisional elder, I have eight years from the time I was commissioned to "fulfill the requirements for ordination and full membership." The requirements include: three years of full-time service (I currently have one year) and approval by the Conference Board of Ordained Ministry (which involves papers, psychological testing, and interviews). Since it's common to be "continued" at least one time, I really should add in a year or two of insurance. Therefore, by July 2013 I need to be beginning my third year of full-time service in order to really have a good shot at being ordained by 2015. If I'm not ordained by 2015, my understanding is that I have to re-apply for provisional membership and begin the process all. over. again. Therefore, I'm weighing my options and figuring out how I can accomplish that...and if accomplishing that right now is what God wants me to do (and part of that includes what's in the best interest of my family). It's somewhat frustrating and painful, because part of me feels like if Danville-gate hadn't happened, I wouldn't be in this situation. But it did happen, and I am here, so...
Greg is so so so much better. I'm only giving him two breathing treatments a day now, and I'm hoping to only give him one tomorrow, one on Tuesday, and then be DONE.
I must go now, because I need to clean up the cookie mess and then go to bed. Toodles!
I'll bring some into work tomorrow, too. I'm working at DePaul tomorrow, and am fairly excited about it. Getting myself (professionally dressed and groomed) and two kids out of the house, to day care, and to work on time is really not fun. However, I really enjoy working the occasional shift because a) I get to do something I really really love and b) I get to talk to adults. It's a nice break from being "Mommy" 24/7. And as a nice bonus, I make money!
I'm sort of in this "vocational limbo" where I'm deciding what to do for the next few years and for the long haul. Because I'm a provisional elder, I have eight years from the time I was commissioned to "fulfill the requirements for ordination and full membership." The requirements include: three years of full-time service (I currently have one year) and approval by the Conference Board of Ordained Ministry (which involves papers, psychological testing, and interviews). Since it's common to be "continued" at least one time, I really should add in a year or two of insurance. Therefore, by July 2013 I need to be beginning my third year of full-time service in order to really have a good shot at being ordained by 2015. If I'm not ordained by 2015, my understanding is that I have to re-apply for provisional membership and begin the process all. over. again. Therefore, I'm weighing my options and figuring out how I can accomplish that...and if accomplishing that right now is what God wants me to do (and part of that includes what's in the best interest of my family). It's somewhat frustrating and painful, because part of me feels like if Danville-gate hadn't happened, I wouldn't be in this situation. But it did happen, and I am here, so...
Greg is so so so much better. I'm only giving him two breathing treatments a day now, and I'm hoping to only give him one tomorrow, one on Tuesday, and then be DONE.
I must go now, because I need to clean up the cookie mess and then go to bed. Toodles!
Saturday, December 04, 2010
On Ecumenism: Just Call Me Christian
There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to one hope when you were called; one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.
Ephesians 4:5-6
When someone asks me, "what are you?" in regard to my faith, I usually respond, "United Methodist," because that seems like the clearest, most straightforward answer. It's certainly true: I've been a member of the United Methodist Church for 20+ years, attended (and have a degree in religion from) a United Methodist college, my seminary student body was two-thirds United Methodist, and I am, of course, on the track for ordination in the United Methodist Church. It's where I feel most at home theologically.
However, saying that I'm United Methodist doesn't tell my whole faith story any more than saying I grew up in Northern Virginia tells my whole life story (see the "about me" section for more info on that subject). My mom was raised in a faithful Catholic home, and while she left the Church when she married my dad (a divorced non-Catholic), she certainly did not leave God or the church. For the first 12 or so years of my life, my family attended non-denominational, charismatic churches. James and I were married in an Episcopal church (I had been working there for almost two years) by a Baptist campus minister, with a United Methodist pastor celebrating the Eucharist. I've experienced some of the most awesome worship of my life at a Catholic church in Georgetown (my friend Joe took me*, and I returned on my own several times. It was awesome to the point where I gave brief thought to converting, but there are four or five theological/polity issues that need to be resolved before I would seriously consider it**) and at Taize. I am currently praying the Christmas Novena for an intention very close to my heart. I have found the grace, love, and peace of God in Jesus Christ, revealed through the Holy Spirit, in every Christian tradition of which I've been a part in some way, shape, or form. In other words, I'm sort of a "religious mutt in the Christian tradition." I am highly ecumenical, and feel like I am blessed because of it.
Therefore, I always get a little confused/exasperated/incensed (pick your word, depending on the situation) whenever I run across individuals or groups who, instead of embracing other Christians as sisters/brothers in Christ, question the authenticity or strength of the faith of others or even their salvation because of differing beliefs. I once had a friend (who is one of the most faithful Christians I know, and a cradle Lutheran) tell me that someone from a large, well-known Campus Ministry Organization spent ten minutes challenging his friend's salvation once they found out he was Lutheran. I have another friend who was raised (and still is) Catholic who, while in college, spent a significant amount of time with the Baptist student ministry (while still attending Mass at the Catholic campus ministry and remaining connected with that community). While on a mission trip with his baptist friends, he mentioned to some church person that he grew up Catholic. Their response, "Well, at least you're Christian now." Apparently they thought that the two were mutually exclusive. I guess it's good that he didn't tell them that he was still Catholic, huh?
I really have two main criteria for deciding if someone is a fellow Christian. Technically, it's really just one criterion with added clarification:
If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved. Romans 10:9-10
My added clarification (if I'm gonna be really strict) is that if you can agree with the contents of the Nicene Creed (click on the link if you're not familiar with it), or at least the Apostles' Creed, then I know we have enough in common, belief-wise, that I will consider you a brother or sister in Christ, regardless of whether you are Catholic, Episcopalian, Anglican, Lutheran, Methodist, non-denominational, Baptist, etc, etc. Of course, it goes without saying that salvation is completely within God's realm: it is not up to me to decree if someone is "saved" or not. I do believe that when we all get to heaven, there will certainly be many people present who we Did Not expect, and probably even more people absent who we DID expect. However, I do believe in drawing the line SOMEWHERE, and that explains what I wrote above, because it's the criteria the Christian Church has been using for the past 1500+ years.
I guess my bottom line is, if we're all essentially on the same team (Go team Jesus!), then why do we WASTE so much time and energy fighting over doctrine, polity, and practice, when we could really and truly UNITE and totally rock this world with the love of Christ?
*Joe and I have been friends for 11 years now. We first met through ICQ (anyone remember that?), because he was apparently looking for a new friend (Joe is always meeting new friends; he could be in a room of terrorists and within an hour or two will have become friends with half of them and be engaged in a discussion on Mid-Eastern cuisine and which restaurant in Riyadh has the best hummus. I say all that with a great deal of affection), and I had somehow put my settings on "open to random chat." We met in person several days later, and he subsequently introduced me to the best frozen custard in the world and did wonders for my understanding and appreciation of Catholics and the Catholic Church. He got married about six years ago to a lovely woman who I think is absolutely perfect for him (although I've only seen her three times) and they have a lovely little girl who is about a month younger than Greg.
**The biggest two are: the priesthood (I do firmly believe in the priesthood of all believers, although I believe that clergy should have a priestly function during the sacraments) and the infallibility of the Pope (because I just have issues with any human being infallible). There are other issues, but those are the two that are major stumbling blocks and are keeping me Protestant.
Anyway, those are my thoughts on ecumenism. I'd love to hear your thoughts/responses, and especially your experiences with other Christian traditions.
Ephesians 4:5-6
When someone asks me, "what are you?" in regard to my faith, I usually respond, "United Methodist," because that seems like the clearest, most straightforward answer. It's certainly true: I've been a member of the United Methodist Church for 20+ years, attended (and have a degree in religion from) a United Methodist college, my seminary student body was two-thirds United Methodist, and I am, of course, on the track for ordination in the United Methodist Church. It's where I feel most at home theologically.
However, saying that I'm United Methodist doesn't tell my whole faith story any more than saying I grew up in Northern Virginia tells my whole life story (see the "about me" section for more info on that subject). My mom was raised in a faithful Catholic home, and while she left the Church when she married my dad (a divorced non-Catholic), she certainly did not leave God or the church. For the first 12 or so years of my life, my family attended non-denominational, charismatic churches. James and I were married in an Episcopal church (I had been working there for almost two years) by a Baptist campus minister, with a United Methodist pastor celebrating the Eucharist. I've experienced some of the most awesome worship of my life at a Catholic church in Georgetown (my friend Joe took me*, and I returned on my own several times. It was awesome to the point where I gave brief thought to converting, but there are four or five theological/polity issues that need to be resolved before I would seriously consider it**) and at Taize. I am currently praying the Christmas Novena for an intention very close to my heart. I have found the grace, love, and peace of God in Jesus Christ, revealed through the Holy Spirit, in every Christian tradition of which I've been a part in some way, shape, or form. In other words, I'm sort of a "religious mutt in the Christian tradition." I am highly ecumenical, and feel like I am blessed because of it.
Therefore, I always get a little confused/exasperated/incensed (pick your word, depending on the situation) whenever I run across individuals or groups who, instead of embracing other Christians as sisters/brothers in Christ, question the authenticity or strength of the faith of others or even their salvation because of differing beliefs. I once had a friend (who is one of the most faithful Christians I know, and a cradle Lutheran) tell me that someone from a large, well-known Campus Ministry Organization spent ten minutes challenging his friend's salvation once they found out he was Lutheran. I have another friend who was raised (and still is) Catholic who, while in college, spent a significant amount of time with the Baptist student ministry (while still attending Mass at the Catholic campus ministry and remaining connected with that community). While on a mission trip with his baptist friends, he mentioned to some church person that he grew up Catholic. Their response, "Well, at least you're Christian now." Apparently they thought that the two were mutually exclusive. I guess it's good that he didn't tell them that he was still Catholic, huh?
I really have two main criteria for deciding if someone is a fellow Christian. Technically, it's really just one criterion with added clarification:
If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved. Romans 10:9-10
My added clarification (if I'm gonna be really strict) is that if you can agree with the contents of the Nicene Creed (click on the link if you're not familiar with it), or at least the Apostles' Creed, then I know we have enough in common, belief-wise, that I will consider you a brother or sister in Christ, regardless of whether you are Catholic, Episcopalian, Anglican, Lutheran, Methodist, non-denominational, Baptist, etc, etc. Of course, it goes without saying that salvation is completely within God's realm: it is not up to me to decree if someone is "saved" or not. I do believe that when we all get to heaven, there will certainly be many people present who we Did Not expect, and probably even more people absent who we DID expect. However, I do believe in drawing the line SOMEWHERE, and that explains what I wrote above, because it's the criteria the Christian Church has been using for the past 1500+ years.
I guess my bottom line is, if we're all essentially on the same team (Go team Jesus!), then why do we WASTE so much time and energy fighting over doctrine, polity, and practice, when we could really and truly UNITE and totally rock this world with the love of Christ?
*Joe and I have been friends for 11 years now. We first met through ICQ (anyone remember that?), because he was apparently looking for a new friend (Joe is always meeting new friends; he could be in a room of terrorists and within an hour or two will have become friends with half of them and be engaged in a discussion on Mid-Eastern cuisine and which restaurant in Riyadh has the best hummus. I say all that with a great deal of affection), and I had somehow put my settings on "open to random chat." We met in person several days later, and he subsequently introduced me to the best frozen custard in the world and did wonders for my understanding and appreciation of Catholics and the Catholic Church. He got married about six years ago to a lovely woman who I think is absolutely perfect for him (although I've only seen her three times) and they have a lovely little girl who is about a month younger than Greg.
**The biggest two are: the priesthood (I do firmly believe in the priesthood of all believers, although I believe that clergy should have a priestly function during the sacraments) and the infallibility of the Pope (because I just have issues with any human being infallible). There are other issues, but those are the two that are major stumbling blocks and are keeping me Protestant.
Anyway, those are my thoughts on ecumenism. I'd love to hear your thoughts/responses, and especially your experiences with other Christian traditions.
Friday, December 03, 2010
Thursday, December 02, 2010
More Advent Ideas
Check out this link for some great ideas for celebrating Advent with kids:
http://www.conversiondiary.com/2010/11/baby-steps-for-celebrating-advent-a-cornucopia-of-ideas.html
http://www.conversiondiary.com/2010/11/baby-steps-for-celebrating-advent-a-cornucopia-of-ideas.html
Let's Get In the Mood...
This is one of my favorite Advent hymns, apparently arranged by one of my favorite singers, Chris Tomlin. If you've never heard of him, YOU ARE DEPRIVED INDEED. This is from a Christmas album, obviously. His original stuff is amazing. The lead voice is, I believe, Christy Nockels, from the (now retired) band Watermark.
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Celebrating Advent/Christmas with Young Children
You'd think that having a seminary education and being a member of the clergy, my home would be a model of Christian discipleship and my children would be able to recite creeds and Bible verses backwards and forwards before they entered preschool. I hate to burst your bubble, but that's just not the case. James and I certainly believe that it is essential for us to share our faith with our children, both through modeling and teaching. However, like so many of us, sometimes the best intentions are left by the wayside in the flurry of life. That's not to say that our life together is absent of spirituality. We pray together at every meal, we are actively involved in a local church, we encourage Susanna to "talk to God" anytime she feels like it (especially if she's scared or lonely), and I read Susanna a Bible story every night and a little prayer book. Her preschool is affiliated with our church, and I know she's getting spiritual nurture there, too. Greg is still young, but we will add in these things with him as he gets older.
I still feel like I certainly could be more intentional about the spiritual formation of our children. (I'm using "I" because I'm the one who spends the most time with them, not because I'm totally leaving James out of the equation. He's often the one who gets my butt in gear and reminds me of the importance of these things.) So, I thought that Advent would be a great time to begin putting my money where my mouth is. I owe this inspiration largely to Emily, who is also trying to think of ways to make this season more meaningful for young children.
So, here are some of my (very tentative) plans, and what we're already done. There is secular stuff mixed in with the sacred, but I don't see any harm in that, as long as we place the focus on the real meaning of the season (HINT: It's the birth of Jesus, the Messiah, the son of God, God in human flesh, the Light of the World, etc):
Anyone have any other ideas? This is sort of off the top of my head, so I haven't done much research. And I'm not exactly an expert in children's ministry, either.
I still feel like I certainly could be more intentional about the spiritual formation of our children. (I'm using "I" because I'm the one who spends the most time with them, not because I'm totally leaving James out of the equation. He's often the one who gets my butt in gear and reminds me of the importance of these things.) So, I thought that Advent would be a great time to begin putting my money where my mouth is. I owe this inspiration largely to Emily, who is also trying to think of ways to make this season more meaningful for young children.
So, here are some of my (very tentative) plans, and what we're already done. There is secular stuff mixed in with the sacred, but I don't see any harm in that, as long as we place the focus on the real meaning of the season (HINT: It's the birth of Jesus, the Messiah, the son of God, God in human flesh, the Light of the World, etc):
- This week we're decorating the inside and outside of the house for Christmas, including putting up the tree. Susanna mostly followed us around while we did this, but we talked to her about what we were doing, about Christmas and preparing for Jesus' birth, and how some of our ornaments have special significance (like the one we bought for our first Christmas as a married couple, the one for Susanna's first Christmas, some of the ornaments I made as a little girl, etc).
- We watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. Laugh if you want, but I consider it a sacred tradition.
- In two weeks, our church is having a special Christmas activity for children, featuring breakfast, pictures with Santa, an opportunity to shop for (previously wrapped) presents, etc.
- On the 17th, Susanna's preschool is having a "Birthday party for Jesus", including a Christmas program. OH THE CUTENESS.
- We live an hour from Busch Gardens Williamsburg, and when we renewed our season passes, received three free tickets to Christmas Town, their holiday celebration. We're planning on going to that.
- Years and years ago, my mom made this beautiful Advent calendar. She gave it to me after we got married. I'm going to find it (we hung it up a few years ago, but haven't for the past two years) and hang it up somewhere in our house. There are 25 little flannel "ornaments" that are attached via velcro, with #25 being baby Jesus. The main part of the calendar is a Christmas tree. The idea is, that each day of December you add one more figure to the Christmas tree, with baby Jesus being the final figured added. I figure it might be a neat activity to do with Susanna (and Greg, but he'll be mostly watching) each night.
- Somewhere I have an Advent wreath, or maybe I'll just go and buy one (I haven't been to Cokesbury in a while! They must miss me!). Each night at dinner, we can light the appropriate candle for that week and maybe read a Bible verse.
- I'll read Susanna and Greg The Night Before Christmas on Christmas Eve. I'll also see what other Christmas books the preschool library has.
- Watching Christmas movies a few times a week, such as "The Muppet Christmas Carol".
- I can download some Christmas music from iTunes and see what Christmas CDs we have and simply listen to them together.
- Our church has an "Angel Tree" program and I thought that maybe we could do that as a sort of service project.
Anyone have any other ideas? This is sort of off the top of my head, so I haven't done much research. And I'm not exactly an expert in children's ministry, either.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Life, Death, and Everything in Between
This post is in honor of National Hospice and Palliative Care Month, which ends today.
I wasn't always passionate about palliative care, hospice, and end-of-life issues. In fact, I distinctly remember a time when I was very much on the "do whatever necessary to keep someone alive" bandwagon. When I was in high school or college, my maternal grandmother told me about her "living will" and desire to not be resuscitated if she stopped breathing. I was horrified. She was in her late 70s and in fairly good shape for a woman her age, but she did have a heart condition. In my youthful arrogance, I imagined myself ignoring her wishes, doing CPR anyway, and having her thank me when she woke up because...why, I don't know.
My views on that subject began to be more flexible when I went to seminary, which tends to be a time of examination and reformation of values, anyway. As I formally studied ethics for the first time, I began to become a little more open-minded. During my final semester of seminary, the Terri Schiavo case was front and center in the news, and there was a lot of discussion in our community around that issue.
However, it wasn't until the summer after I graduated from seminary that my current passion for end-of-life care was kindled. As part of my requirements for ordination, I did a unit of Clinical Pastoral Education at a local hospice. (In case you're not familiar with Clinical Pastoral Education, or CPE, it's basically supervised chaplaincy work, reflection in groups and one-on-one with a supervisor, and teaching seminars.) Over the next ten weeks, I learned so much about intentional living and dying, quality of life vs quantity of life, and the courage it takes to stop curative treatment, accept the end of your life is near, and do whatever possible to die on your terms. I was able to walk with several patients and families on that journey. One of my favorite memories was spending time with Charlotte, a patient with terminal cancer, the day before she died. We had gotten to know each other fairly well, and it was both painful and rewarding to pray with her and tell her goodbye, knowing that the next time I saw her would be in heaven. She died on her terms; surrounded by family in the inpatient hospice unit.
The phrase "dying with dignity" is often tossed around by those of us in "the business", but it's really a misnomer. Dying, in and of itself, is completely undignifying. After all, by the end you lose control of most things and are totally dependent on other people. I think a better phrase is "dying with as much dignity as possible", but I guess that doesn't sound as pretty.
The fact is, one of two things are going to occur: either Jesus will come to us (i.e. the Second Coming) or we will go to Him (i.e. death. I'm not preaching universal salvation; I'm simply saying that I believe we will all have our five minutes with Jesus before going to our final destination). Unless Jesus returns in our lifetimes, WE ARE GOING TO DIE. Moreover, we don't know how or when that will occur. I may be only 34 years old, in good health, and live a low-risk life, but I could die tomorrow or I could live another 60 years. Or, something could happen and I could receive devastating physical and/or mental injuries. I don't know the future, and neither do you. Only God knows the future.
Therefore, it makes complete sense to me to make some preparation and do some reflection on the future, and I encourage everyone else to do the same. First, everyone over 18 should have an Advance Directive (click on the link for more information and a way to download one that meets your state's guidelines). If Terri Schiavo had had one, then the whole fiasco over the feeding tube probably wouldn't have happened. Second, you should discuss with your family (parents, siblings, spouse, or children depending on your place in life) what your wishes are in regards to artificial life support, organ donation, and the like. That way, if you can't communicate your wishes, your family and Advance Directive can do it for you. Third, think about what gives your life the most meaning, and what you might be willing to give up in order to prolong your life. For example, my mother had to "back away" from some things she's been doing for years and LOVES, because of the time commitment and side effects of her chemotherapy. However, for right now, she feels that it's worth it to give those things up in order to have a fighting chance to have more years with her family (not that it's my decision to make, but I agree). Finally, if you're over 60 or have a major health condition, I would also have a funeral home picked out and (if you're not a part of a local faith community), have an idea of who you would like to do your funeral. There have been so. many. times. when I have worked with a family whose loved one is dying/unable to communicate/just died and they are lost as to what to do, what the person would have wanted, what funeral home to call, etc. Advance planning, as difficult emotionally and logistically as it is, can make things so much easier when the moment comes.
And if you can afford it, get life insurance for yourself each member of your family. It's not uncommon for funeral expenses to run past $10K, so I would recommend at least that much, if not also enough to pay for outstanding medical bills, joint debts (if you're married), and any other transitional expenses.
My grandmother died in July of 2009 as a result of her heart condition and injuries resulting from a fall a few months prior. She simply went into cardiac arrest, and since she was a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate), that was that. I was not with her when she died, but if I had been, I simply would have held her hand, told her I loved her, and let her go*. Because it was what she wanted, and it was the best way for her to die with SOME dignity.
*Not that it would have been my decision. She had actually made my cousin Mike her power of attorney, so he would have made the decision. But you get my drift.
I'm jumping off my soapbox now. I could write another several paragraphs, but your eyes are probably already glazing over. (: However, if you ever have any questions or comments, leave them in the comments section below or e-mail me, and I'll be happy to either answer them or point you in the right direction. I'm not an expert by any means, but fairly well-informed and very passionate on this subject.
I wasn't always passionate about palliative care, hospice, and end-of-life issues. In fact, I distinctly remember a time when I was very much on the "do whatever necessary to keep someone alive" bandwagon. When I was in high school or college, my maternal grandmother told me about her "living will" and desire to not be resuscitated if she stopped breathing. I was horrified. She was in her late 70s and in fairly good shape for a woman her age, but she did have a heart condition. In my youthful arrogance, I imagined myself ignoring her wishes, doing CPR anyway, and having her thank me when she woke up because...why, I don't know.
My views on that subject began to be more flexible when I went to seminary, which tends to be a time of examination and reformation of values, anyway. As I formally studied ethics for the first time, I began to become a little more open-minded. During my final semester of seminary, the Terri Schiavo case was front and center in the news, and there was a lot of discussion in our community around that issue.
However, it wasn't until the summer after I graduated from seminary that my current passion for end-of-life care was kindled. As part of my requirements for ordination, I did a unit of Clinical Pastoral Education at a local hospice. (In case you're not familiar with Clinical Pastoral Education, or CPE, it's basically supervised chaplaincy work, reflection in groups and one-on-one with a supervisor, and teaching seminars.) Over the next ten weeks, I learned so much about intentional living and dying, quality of life vs quantity of life, and the courage it takes to stop curative treatment, accept the end of your life is near, and do whatever possible to die on your terms. I was able to walk with several patients and families on that journey. One of my favorite memories was spending time with Charlotte, a patient with terminal cancer, the day before she died. We had gotten to know each other fairly well, and it was both painful and rewarding to pray with her and tell her goodbye, knowing that the next time I saw her would be in heaven. She died on her terms; surrounded by family in the inpatient hospice unit.
The phrase "dying with dignity" is often tossed around by those of us in "the business", but it's really a misnomer. Dying, in and of itself, is completely undignifying. After all, by the end you lose control of most things and are totally dependent on other people. I think a better phrase is "dying with as much dignity as possible", but I guess that doesn't sound as pretty.
The fact is, one of two things are going to occur: either Jesus will come to us (i.e. the Second Coming) or we will go to Him (i.e. death. I'm not preaching universal salvation; I'm simply saying that I believe we will all have our five minutes with Jesus before going to our final destination). Unless Jesus returns in our lifetimes, WE ARE GOING TO DIE. Moreover, we don't know how or when that will occur. I may be only 34 years old, in good health, and live a low-risk life, but I could die tomorrow or I could live another 60 years. Or, something could happen and I could receive devastating physical and/or mental injuries. I don't know the future, and neither do you. Only God knows the future.
Therefore, it makes complete sense to me to make some preparation and do some reflection on the future, and I encourage everyone else to do the same. First, everyone over 18 should have an Advance Directive (click on the link for more information and a way to download one that meets your state's guidelines). If Terri Schiavo had had one, then the whole fiasco over the feeding tube probably wouldn't have happened. Second, you should discuss with your family (parents, siblings, spouse, or children depending on your place in life) what your wishes are in regards to artificial life support, organ donation, and the like. That way, if you can't communicate your wishes, your family and Advance Directive can do it for you. Third, think about what gives your life the most meaning, and what you might be willing to give up in order to prolong your life. For example, my mother had to "back away" from some things she's been doing for years and LOVES, because of the time commitment and side effects of her chemotherapy. However, for right now, she feels that it's worth it to give those things up in order to have a fighting chance to have more years with her family (not that it's my decision to make, but I agree). Finally, if you're over 60 or have a major health condition, I would also have a funeral home picked out and (if you're not a part of a local faith community), have an idea of who you would like to do your funeral. There have been so. many. times. when I have worked with a family whose loved one is dying/unable to communicate/just died and they are lost as to what to do, what the person would have wanted, what funeral home to call, etc. Advance planning, as difficult emotionally and logistically as it is, can make things so much easier when the moment comes.
And if you can afford it, get life insurance for yourself each member of your family. It's not uncommon for funeral expenses to run past $10K, so I would recommend at least that much, if not also enough to pay for outstanding medical bills, joint debts (if you're married), and any other transitional expenses.
My grandmother died in July of 2009 as a result of her heart condition and injuries resulting from a fall a few months prior. She simply went into cardiac arrest, and since she was a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate), that was that. I was not with her when she died, but if I had been, I simply would have held her hand, told her I loved her, and let her go*. Because it was what she wanted, and it was the best way for her to die with SOME dignity.
*Not that it would have been my decision. She had actually made my cousin Mike her power of attorney, so he would have made the decision. But you get my drift.
I'm jumping off my soapbox now. I could write another several paragraphs, but your eyes are probably already glazing over. (: However, if you ever have any questions or comments, leave them in the comments section below or e-mail me, and I'll be happy to either answer them or point you in the right direction. I'm not an expert by any means, but fairly well-informed and very passionate on this subject.
Monday, November 29, 2010
My Kid Saved Me $110...
Explanation for the title: under our insurance plan, a doctor's visit is a $15 co-pay and an Emergency Room visit is a $125 co-pay. Read on...
So, when I checked Greg's temp this morning, it was back to normal. I debated not taking him to the doctor, but decided to go ahead and take him, because he still seemed miserable in the Respiratory Department. He was coughing a lot and wheezing a lot.
Our pediatrician has drop-in hours from 7:30-9:00 am, and we arrived a little after 8am. The waiting room was full (I expected it after the weekend, especially a holiday weekend). Almost four hours, one nurse practitioner visit, two nebulizer treatments, one chest X-ray, and a tentative diagnosis (only tentative because they can't run the actual test in the office) of RSV/bronchiolitis later, we left the building. They gave me a nebulizer machine for Greg (well, they're actually billing our insurance for it) and prescriptions for liquid Albuterol (for the nebulizer) and a steroid. The chest X-ray was to rule out pneumonia. Thankfully, that came back negative.
Remember this post from when Susanna was a baby? Susanna had the same thing Greg has. Apparently, Greg had reached that critical point in his illness where he was really having trouble breathing. He actually slept fairly well last night (in three or four hour stretches), which was why I was so surprised that he seemed so bad off this morning. Had he begun showing signs of distress overnight (the way Susanna did when she had bronchiolitis), I would have had to take him to the ER (which I did with Susanna*). Wasn't that thoughtful of him to wait a few hours before having breathing difficulties? I'm SURE he did that intentionally (of course he didn't. It was purely by chance).
So, we have a fairly sick little boy on our hands, but he will be OK in a few days. For now, we're giving him breathing treatments every four hours and a steroid once a day. He goes back to the pediatrician on Wednesday, but hopefully things will be better by then.
I have another post brewing about hospice and palliative care (hey! did you know that November is National Hospice and Palliative Care month? Neither did I until today!), but that will take actual time and more thought than I can drum up right now. Hopefully that will show up tomorrow.
*In Susanna's/my defense, I had already taken her to an Urgent Care center once and called the pediatrician's answering service early that evening when she seemed to be getting worse. I think that if medical care in Danville had been better, the ER trip would have been unnecessary, because the bronchiolitis would have been caught earlier.
So, when I checked Greg's temp this morning, it was back to normal. I debated not taking him to the doctor, but decided to go ahead and take him, because he still seemed miserable in the Respiratory Department. He was coughing a lot and wheezing a lot.
Our pediatrician has drop-in hours from 7:30-9:00 am, and we arrived a little after 8am. The waiting room was full (I expected it after the weekend, especially a holiday weekend). Almost four hours, one nurse practitioner visit, two nebulizer treatments, one chest X-ray, and a tentative diagnosis (only tentative because they can't run the actual test in the office) of RSV/bronchiolitis later, we left the building. They gave me a nebulizer machine for Greg (well, they're actually billing our insurance for it) and prescriptions for liquid Albuterol (for the nebulizer) and a steroid. The chest X-ray was to rule out pneumonia. Thankfully, that came back negative.
Remember this post from when Susanna was a baby? Susanna had the same thing Greg has. Apparently, Greg had reached that critical point in his illness where he was really having trouble breathing. He actually slept fairly well last night (in three or four hour stretches), which was why I was so surprised that he seemed so bad off this morning. Had he begun showing signs of distress overnight (the way Susanna did when she had bronchiolitis), I would have had to take him to the ER (which I did with Susanna*). Wasn't that thoughtful of him to wait a few hours before having breathing difficulties? I'm SURE he did that intentionally (of course he didn't. It was purely by chance).
So, we have a fairly sick little boy on our hands, but he will be OK in a few days. For now, we're giving him breathing treatments every four hours and a steroid once a day. He goes back to the pediatrician on Wednesday, but hopefully things will be better by then.
I have another post brewing about hospice and palliative care (hey! did you know that November is National Hospice and Palliative Care month? Neither did I until today!), but that will take actual time and more thought than I can drum up right now. Hopefully that will show up tomorrow.
*In Susanna's/my defense, I had already taken her to an Urgent Care center once and called the pediatrician's answering service early that evening when she seemed to be getting worse. I think that if medical care in Danville had been better, the ER trip would have been unnecessary, because the bronchiolitis would have been caught earlier.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Random Ramblings, Sunday Afternoon Edition
Greg is better, I think. He slept better last night than he did on Friday night. He's eating again (only liquids, but at least he's not dehydrated) and he occasionally has happy moments, which are relieving to see. I'm still taking him to the doctor in the morning, unless a miracle happens overnight. He still has a fever, a nasty cough, and is incredibly fussy. I want to rule out an ear infection, bronchitis, or croup. With my luck, they'll tell me it's a cold and will go away on its own. However, to me it's worth the co-pay for my peace of mind (or antibiotics, if he needs them).
We skipped church this morning because Greg wasn't feeling well (so one of us had to stay home). I had thought that James would take Susanna, but she has a yucky cough (still not sure if she needs to go to the doctor, or if I should keep her home from school tomorrow) and James was feeling sub-par. So, we all stayed home. I'm sure the women who work in the nursery were weeping over not seeing their favorite baby. However, people in the congregation may have been happy that the loud toddler was missing. Susanna likes to dance and sing during the songs (not really a problem) and offer commentary during quieter moments (including the sermon, which is why she goes to Children's Church midway through the service). I know it bothers me more than other people, and I'm willing to bet that our pastor doesn't even notice it (I used to be able to tune Susanna out while preaching, and since he has children, I'm sure there was a time when his children did this), but I still feel self-conscious.
Susanna, by the way, is showing some rather disturbing tendencies. In addition to offering insightful commentary during sermons, she has been known to pick up and "read": official Annual Conference documents (such as the Minute Questions from the Clergy Session at Annual Conference), a piece called By Water and the Spirit (the official UM teaching on baptism), and just the other week picked up one of our bibles and demanded that James read her the first two chapters of Genesis. If she starts reciting the Great Thanksgiving (a.k.a Eucharistic Prayer), I'll know I'm in trouble.
Gotta go...Greg is making discontented noises. Tomorrow's blog post will reveal the Big Mystery: What is wrong with my baby boy? A bad cold? Ear infection? RSV? Croup? Stay tuned...
We skipped church this morning because Greg wasn't feeling well (so one of us had to stay home). I had thought that James would take Susanna, but she has a yucky cough (still not sure if she needs to go to the doctor, or if I should keep her home from school tomorrow) and James was feeling sub-par. So, we all stayed home. I'm sure the women who work in the nursery were weeping over not seeing their favorite baby. However, people in the congregation may have been happy that the loud toddler was missing. Susanna likes to dance and sing during the songs (not really a problem) and offer commentary during quieter moments (including the sermon, which is why she goes to Children's Church midway through the service). I know it bothers me more than other people, and I'm willing to bet that our pastor doesn't even notice it (I used to be able to tune Susanna out while preaching, and since he has children, I'm sure there was a time when his children did this), but I still feel self-conscious.
Susanna, by the way, is showing some rather disturbing tendencies. In addition to offering insightful commentary during sermons, she has been known to pick up and "read": official Annual Conference documents (such as the Minute Questions from the Clergy Session at Annual Conference), a piece called By Water and the Spirit (the official UM teaching on baptism), and just the other week picked up one of our bibles and demanded that James read her the first two chapters of Genesis. If she starts reciting the Great Thanksgiving (a.k.a Eucharistic Prayer), I'll know I'm in trouble.
Gotta go...Greg is making discontented noises. Tomorrow's blog post will reveal the Big Mystery: What is wrong with my baby boy? A bad cold? Ear infection? RSV? Croup? Stay tuned...
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Quick Takes, Sick Baby Edition
1. Sheesh, I'm tired, and I'm on call tonight and then on Monday night.
2. The reason I'm tired is a certain little boy named Gregory James who is sick. The sickest I've ever seen him, actually. Last night he really didn't sleep, except for a two-hour period. Today he had a fever (101 and higher), a bad cough, and for several hours was exceedingly fussy. He seemed to feel better after his afternoon nap, but he still didn't want much to eat, so I'm worried about dehydration.
3. We put up our Christmas tree today. It's not decorated, but probably will be in the next day or so. I've never been a huge fan of putting up the tree so early (Advent and all), but last year we couldn't find any lights TWO WEEKS before Christmas (we save the lights every year, but some always don't work the next year). So, this year we're putting it up early.
4. Being a PRN (as-needed) chaplain is either feast or famine. A few weeks ago I was in the middle of "feast" mode: lots of extra on-call shifts, one regular day shift, and plenty of pages while on-call. Right now, I'm in the middle of "famine" mode: I've had about eight on-call shifts in the past three weeks, but only one of them has netted an actual page (I get paid $1.50/hr for carrying the pager, and then my regular hourly rate plus a "shift differential" whenever I answer a page), so my last paycheck was fairly small. However, that's going to change. I have three daytime shifts scheduled for December in addition to my regular twice-weekly on-call duties.
5. I bought Susanna the Candyland game at Target this afternoon because it was only $4 and I thought she'd like it. The first time, she was more interested in the pretty game board and the cards than the actual game and rules. However, the second game (which she played with James) was a little bit more fruitful. We shall see. Of course, now she'll be asking me to play Candyland every five minutes, but that's what parenthood is about, isn't it?
6. My traffic has really not picked up very much, and I was hoping it would as a result of my posting (almost) every day this month. I'm thinking of doing NaBloPoMo again in December (it's actually an ongoing thing you can sign up for now, not just a once-a-year deal) and actually making it all the way through this time. Maybe then I'll get more traffic...we shall see. Any suggestions?
7. Remember my de-lurking post from a week or so ago? I've done what I said I was going to do; I've left comments on just about every blog I've been "lurking" on and have begun "following" some new bloggers on Twitter. I feel good about that, and it will be interesting to see if any new Internet friendships come out of it.
Greg is crying! Bye!
2. The reason I'm tired is a certain little boy named Gregory James who is sick. The sickest I've ever seen him, actually. Last night he really didn't sleep, except for a two-hour period. Today he had a fever (101 and higher), a bad cough, and for several hours was exceedingly fussy. He seemed to feel better after his afternoon nap, but he still didn't want much to eat, so I'm worried about dehydration.
3. We put up our Christmas tree today. It's not decorated, but probably will be in the next day or so. I've never been a huge fan of putting up the tree so early (Advent and all), but last year we couldn't find any lights TWO WEEKS before Christmas (we save the lights every year, but some always don't work the next year). So, this year we're putting it up early.
4. Being a PRN (as-needed) chaplain is either feast or famine. A few weeks ago I was in the middle of "feast" mode: lots of extra on-call shifts, one regular day shift, and plenty of pages while on-call. Right now, I'm in the middle of "famine" mode: I've had about eight on-call shifts in the past three weeks, but only one of them has netted an actual page (I get paid $1.50/hr for carrying the pager, and then my regular hourly rate plus a "shift differential" whenever I answer a page), so my last paycheck was fairly small. However, that's going to change. I have three daytime shifts scheduled for December in addition to my regular twice-weekly on-call duties.
5. I bought Susanna the Candyland game at Target this afternoon because it was only $4 and I thought she'd like it. The first time, she was more interested in the pretty game board and the cards than the actual game and rules. However, the second game (which she played with James) was a little bit more fruitful. We shall see. Of course, now she'll be asking me to play Candyland every five minutes, but that's what parenthood is about, isn't it?
6. My traffic has really not picked up very much, and I was hoping it would as a result of my posting (almost) every day this month. I'm thinking of doing NaBloPoMo again in December (it's actually an ongoing thing you can sign up for now, not just a once-a-year deal) and actually making it all the way through this time. Maybe then I'll get more traffic...we shall see. Any suggestions?
7. Remember my de-lurking post from a week or so ago? I've done what I said I was going to do; I've left comments on just about every blog I've been "lurking" on and have begun "following" some new bloggers on Twitter. I feel good about that, and it will be interesting to see if any new Internet friendships come out of it.
Greg is crying! Bye!
Friday, November 26, 2010
RevGal Friday Five: Pie-ola
And once again, it's time for the Rev Gal's Friday Five. And once again, I'm posting it here instead of on my other blog that's actually part of the web ring. But it's NaBloPoMo! And I need a post.
Please answer these five questions about pie:
1) Are pies an important part of a holiday meal?
Of course! It's not Thanksgiving/Christmas without pie!
2) Men prefer pie; women prefer cake. Discuss.
I didn't know this; not sure that it applies to me. I like both pie and cake. James says that it would depend on the cake/pie being offered. I take that to mean in general, he likes both.
3) Cherries--do they belong in a pie?
Oh, yes. I love cherry pie!
4) Meringue--if you have to choose, is it best on lemon or chocolate?
Lemon. Definitely lemon.
5) In a chicken pie, what are the most compatible vegetables? Anything you don't like to find in a chicken pie?
Carrots, peas, green beans, onions....I don't like beans, so wouldn't want to find those in a pie.
Please answer these five questions about pie:
1) Are pies an important part of a holiday meal?
Of course! It's not Thanksgiving/Christmas without pie!
2) Men prefer pie; women prefer cake. Discuss.
I didn't know this; not sure that it applies to me. I like both pie and cake. James says that it would depend on the cake/pie being offered. I take that to mean in general, he likes both.
3) Cherries--do they belong in a pie?
Oh, yes. I love cherry pie!
4) Meringue--if you have to choose, is it best on lemon or chocolate?
Lemon. Definitely lemon.
5) In a chicken pie, what are the most compatible vegetables? Anything you don't like to find in a chicken pie?
Carrots, peas, green beans, onions....I don't like beans, so wouldn't want to find those in a pie.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Perspective and Giving Thanks
About three hours ago, I was feeling somewhat grumpy. Our Thanksgiving dinner had gone very well (and been given rave reviews), been eaten, and the leftovers put away. The dishes had been washed, and my parents and brother had already left. But I was feeling out of sorts and not really in the holiday spirit at all. There were reasons for that feeling, of course. Very valid reasons, as a matter of fact. I'm not going to focus on them right now.
I decided to take a break and checked F*cebook. One of the first status messages that cropped up was from my mom: "We had a delicious dinner at chez Money with great food and great company. It was a lovely afternoon. We have so much to be thankful for."
Talk about a reality check and reminder. After all, that statement came from a woman who just this year has experienced a life-threatening diagnosis, four surgeries (five, if you count the port-fixing one) in three months, and is five months into an indefinite chemo cycle of two weeks on, one week off. Her life has been totally changed in the past nine months and (realistically speaking), will never be the same. Yet she can come up with that sort of statement. If she can have that sort of attitude of thanksgiving, then I can, too. After all, one of the main reasons I was feeling like a "Thanksgiving Scrooge" was because I was worried/upset about the effects of the chemo on her well-being (which is going very well, but it's not without drawbacks, of course).
So, I began seeing things in a better light. After all, I had my entire immediate family with me for Thanksgiving. Both of my parents are alive, and live thirty minutes away from me. Ditto for my little brother. I have a husband who loves me (and who can cook a fabulous meal) and two beautiful, HEALTHY, and charming children. I have a full stomach, live in a lovely home in a safe neighborhood, and all my needs (and most of my wants) are provided for. It is highly likely that this weekend, I will get to see one of my dearest friends, one whom I haven't seen in two years (she's one of those wonderful college friends I mentioned in an earlier post, and she lives about eight hours away). Most importantly, I am a creation of the Most High God, whose love is so high and deep and wide that I cannot begin to fathom it.
And then I got a call asking if I could possibly be on-call tonight, and the gratitude my fellow chaplain expressed when I said "yes" warmed my heart (and the opportunity to earn money helped, too).
And THEN, while I was reading her a story from her kiddie Bible, Susanna said "I have to go potty" and she ran to the bathroom, sat on the potty, and PEED IN THE POTTY. People, that is monumental. It makes me think that she's finally "getting" the whole potty training thing, and she may indeed be potty trained before she learns to read.
So tonight, I will go to bed feeling grateful. And all it took was a quick peek at F*cebook to get the perspective needed to be grateful.
Happy Thanksgiving!
I decided to take a break and checked F*cebook. One of the first status messages that cropped up was from my mom: "We had a delicious dinner at chez Money with great food and great company. It was a lovely afternoon. We have so much to be thankful for."
Talk about a reality check and reminder. After all, that statement came from a woman who just this year has experienced a life-threatening diagnosis, four surgeries (five, if you count the port-fixing one) in three months, and is five months into an indefinite chemo cycle of two weeks on, one week off. Her life has been totally changed in the past nine months and (realistically speaking), will never be the same. Yet she can come up with that sort of statement. If she can have that sort of attitude of thanksgiving, then I can, too. After all, one of the main reasons I was feeling like a "Thanksgiving Scrooge" was because I was worried/upset about the effects of the chemo on her well-being (which is going very well, but it's not without drawbacks, of course).
So, I began seeing things in a better light. After all, I had my entire immediate family with me for Thanksgiving. Both of my parents are alive, and live thirty minutes away from me. Ditto for my little brother. I have a husband who loves me (and who can cook a fabulous meal) and two beautiful, HEALTHY, and charming children. I have a full stomach, live in a lovely home in a safe neighborhood, and all my needs (and most of my wants) are provided for. It is highly likely that this weekend, I will get to see one of my dearest friends, one whom I haven't seen in two years (she's one of those wonderful college friends I mentioned in an earlier post, and she lives about eight hours away). Most importantly, I am a creation of the Most High God, whose love is so high and deep and wide that I cannot begin to fathom it.
And then I got a call asking if I could possibly be on-call tonight, and the gratitude my fellow chaplain expressed when I said "yes" warmed my heart (and the opportunity to earn money helped, too).
And THEN, while I was reading her a story from her kiddie Bible, Susanna said "I have to go potty" and she ran to the bathroom, sat on the potty, and PEED IN THE POTTY. People, that is monumental. It makes me think that she's finally "getting" the whole potty training thing, and she may indeed be potty trained before she learns to read.
So tonight, I will go to bed feeling grateful. And all it took was a quick peek at F*cebook to get the perspective needed to be grateful.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
'Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving...
...And our kitchen has been busy for most of the afternoon and evening
- James has made six (6) pies: two each of pumpkin, sweet potato, and pecan.
- I made cranberry sauce, which is now chilling in the fridge.
- Tomorrow, James is planning on waking up at 6 am to make the stuffing, thaw the turkey if necessary (it's been in our fridge since Sunday, but you never know...), and pop the turkey in the oven.
- In addition to the cranberry sauce, I am making sweet potatoes. That, cleaning the house, setting the table, and cleaning up afterwards (no small feat!) are my contributions to Thanksgiving. James does everything else.
- James' mom is here (she lives four hours away) and my parents and brother will come over tomorrow afternoon (they live about half an hour away) for dinner.
- Greg is already asleep, and has been for almost an hour. I think his teeth were bothering him. Hopefully he'll sleep tonight. I have a "My First Thanksgiving" bib for him for tomorrow, as well as pureed sweet potatoes, green beans, and turkey tetrazzini.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Three is (not so much) a Magic Number
I included the above video so in case you've never heard the song "Three Is A Magic Number" by Schoolhouse Rock, you can be properly educated. My tenth grade English teacher used to play this for us frequently. Why? I don't know. He just did.
So, Susanna has been Three for almost three months. I have heard many conflicting reports about Three. Many of my friends warned me about how awful their children were at Three, even worse than at Two. Still others assured me that Three wasn't that bad because you can REASON with a three-year-old. And many people told me that it was a really fun age. Based on these varying reports, I had no idea what to expect.
They were all right.
There are many wonderful, wonderful things that I'm enjoying about having a child who is Three. First, Susanna's speech has improved by light years in the past four or five months. She can easily carry on a conversation, regularly uses four or five-word sentences, and appears to add new vocabulary on a daily basis. She's started to sing songs she learns in church, at school, or that she hears on the radio/TV. Second, her imagination has just taken off in the past few months. She loves to dress up and engage in pretend play. One of the games we play (I've dubbed it "Showtime") involves us taking turns performing for each other. She also likes taking turns singing "Happy Birthday" and blowing out imaginary candles on a cake made out of Play-Doh. Third, she is much more aware of the world around her, and is beginning to have (somewhat) significant relationships outside of our family with her teachers, classmates, and others. This may be unique to Susanna, but she's also been very affectionate with us and with Greg. It's kinda cute.
But then there are the negative aspects of Three, and these negative aspects make me glad that I have nine guaranteed Susanna-free hours a week. First, she is extremely stubborn and always wants things done HER way. If she doesn't get her way, then there is Great Weeping and Gnashing of Teeth. Or, she simply refuses to do what we ask her to do, regardless of the consequences. Exhibit A: dinner. Our rule is that she needs to eat at least two bites of her dinner (which is exactly what we're having for dinner, no exceptions) if she's going to watch TV later. However, she keeps on refusing to eat and THEN throwing a temper tantrum when she asks for "Elmo" (aka "Sesame Street") and we tell her "no" because she didn't eat. Second, she seems to think that everything is hers, and we constantly hear the word "mine" be applied to things like my iPhone, James' iPad, Greg's toys, etc. Any correction to the contrary is met with Great Weeping and Gnashing of Teeth. Finally, she is alternately independent and dependent, both to great extremes. One moment she is insisting that she brush her teeth (badly) without assistance. The next moment she refuses to go down the stairs without me by her side and holding her hand. And again, any time I try and either help her/encourage independence (depending on the situation), there is....(all together, now) Great Weeping and Gnashing of Teeth.
So, I think the best description for Three comes from Charles Dickens: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." Here's hoping Four will be better...
Monday, November 22, 2010
Pack The Knife - Capitol Steps
I'm tired and don't have much energy for posting, plus I have cleaning to do. Enjoy this video, especially if you're traveling by air this holiday week. This video is from 2008, but it's still funny...
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