31 Days of Being Me: day one

31 Days of Being Me.

Yeah.

I really want to try to write something daily, and I really feel that I have things to say to the world.  I felt the drive and need to use the time that I have while my kids are in school to do some writing.  But finding a topic has been a challenge for me.  As I was driving this morning, I was brainstorming topic ideas.  All sorts of things came to mind, but they all seemed pretentious to me.  Not that any of the topics in themselves are pretentious topics, but they didn't fit what I want to say today.  This.  This is where I need to start.  Being me.

My challenge with this idea up front is my fear.  But then I'm talking about myself, won't that be selfish? Who wants to hear about me? But yet, this topic rings true to my soul.  Who else could I be?

A couple of years ago, I had a revelation as mom.  People would ask me, "Dorothy, how are you doing?" And I'd answer.  "We're fine."

31 Days of Being Me: intro

For a couple of years now, I've watched one of my favorite bloggers write for 31 days in a row in October. I found myself longing to join in, but never having the time, or I missed it altogether. This year, I'm going to join in.

The Nester created the 31 day writing challenge.  I'm looking forward to joining in and pushing to the end of 31 days with a breath of fresh air of creativity.

Without any further ado, 31 Days of Being Me.

day one: 31 Days of Being Me: day one
day two: who am i?
day three: standing in the waves
day four: playing piano
day five: Five Minute Friday: write
day six: My friend the uke
day seven:#31days blogs I'm reading
day eight: being me
day nine: Wacky Wednesday: random things, like TV
day ten: my normal
day eleven: Five Minute Friday:: Ordinary
day twelve: On sabbath
day thirteen:
day fourteen:
day fifteen:
day sixteen: FlyLady
day seventeen: Koffee?
day eighteen: Five Minute Friday :: laundry
day nineteen: Shabbat Shalom!
day twenty: Zoo Day
day twenty-one: Memories
day twenty-two: Spelling Words
day twenty-three: Inspired
day twenty-four:
day twenty-five: Five Minute Friday :: Together
day twenty-six: Shalom Y'all
day twenty-seven: When, not if
day twenty-eight: On Waiting
day twenty-nine: Not quite the day I intended
day thirty: Thinking about the day that went wrong
day thirty-one: I did it!

Five Minute Friday - She

I found a quick way to get myself writing - using a prompt from Lisa-Jo Baker.  For five minutes, you write on the prompt, and can link up to all the other writers.  So.  Here's my first shot!

She.

She finds that she wants to write about herself in third person.  She is me.  I am she.  When my brother sent me the photo of myself in the bridesmaid dress, I could see more objectively myself.  The dress didn't look as bad in the photo as I thought it did in person.  Seeing the dress on me in a photo brought some distance between myself and my feelings.  I was able to look at myself as if I were "her"  She looks good in the picture.  Oh.  She is me.

She sends her kids outside to play.  It's warm enough to be outside barefoot and without a sweater, but not for long these days.  They argue with her about playing, and it takes time for them to reacclamate with each other.  Soon they will be playing a great game, and she will have to coax them inside for dinner.  

She enjoys this weather, the time when it gets to be warm for mid-winter, but cold for mid-summer.  The leaves are starting to change color in clumps, a tree here, a tree there.  The year has begun.  Why does the new year not start in September?  So many cycles do start in September, it makes so much more sense than in midwinter.

on The Day Before

Being a mom to a child with special physical needs, I've had to deal with many days before surgery. Having done this for almost TEN years now, my perspective is a little different.

Daniel was born with many medical issues, (more than most, less than some) causing him to have surgery the day he was born, live in NBCSU (New Born Special Care Unit) for 5 weeks, and have heart surgery at 3 months old.  One of his many challenges has been eating enough calories for him to grow at a consistent rate. On top of that, Daniel has horrible acid reflux, because of his anatomy, and has been on Zantac and Prevacid since infancy.  Daniel was born small, but when he was around 4, his weight gain plateaued.  He wasn't eating enough to grow at all. So. We agreed with the doctors that the best way to force feed Daniel was to place a feeding tube into the stomach. 

This helped, but Daniel continued to struggle with serious reflux leading to vomiting, and aspiration pneumonia. For the past few years, Daniel has had a g-j tube, with which the formula gets dumped directly into the intestines, bypassing the stomach, and cutting down on reflux.  This has worked really well, but when the tube needs to be changed, Daniel has to go to the hospital and have it placed with an X-ray. This is a pain, expensive, and exposes Daniel to quite a bit of radiology.  The surgery tomorrow (at 2 pm) is to place a j-tube surgically into the intestines.

So many of our day befores have been full of fear, full of anticipation, being thrust into a new world of the hospital.  So many of our day befores have diapers, strollers, and nursing little siblings. This day before feels different. It's a surgery, for sure, but we're somewhat at home in the hospital. The little ones are safe with Grandma and Grandpa , Daniel is old enough to entertain himself, and even some of the unknowns sound vaguely familiar to me.

Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers, for tomorrow, and through the past years. We cherish the love you all send! And we'll let you know how it goes.

on Alone

Being alone is such a strange phenomenon.  There was a time in my life when being alone made me sad, made me lonely.  At this point in my life, being alone centers and focuses me.  I remember when I was married, before children I was working at a Music school as the music librarian, and as a Teaching Assistant in the preschool.  I worked the mornings in the preschool, then went to the library to organize the music.  The playground is outside where the library was, and I would watch the children play as I worked.  At that point, I longed to be outside, where the children were.  As I considered my future and a path for a career, I decided that I would work toward becoming a preschool classroom teacher.  I wanted to be with people, with children.  Something about being with others brings me alive. 

Then, I got pregnant.  YAY!  I never pursued becoming a classroom teacher, being a mom fills that gap these days. However.  I need time alone.  Being a mother has taught me that as much as I love being with my family, I cherish those evening moments when they are fast asleep in bed, and those daytime moments when they are all at school.  When my children are near me, I am constantly on call for them. When they are away, I can think long thoughts like I used to.  I am allowed to daydream and be myself, not just mommy.  I love living in community of any sort, because being in community is what keeps me from being lonely.

After considering for a long time, I've decided that the first community anyone is a part of is the family.  Most people don't think of it as such, but it really is.  Children learn how to function with other people, deal with leaders (parents), and peers (siblings).  That's one of the reasons I find it important that I have more than one child in my family, so they can work together for things.  The reason I love Judasim the most is it's focus on family as community.  Faith doesn't only work at a place of worship, it functions in the house.  The Shabbat table is a table where God is honored, talked about, and blessed.  Passover happens in the home.  These rituals developed so that families can build the community of faith in their homes.

Once a person has lived in community like a family, he or she takes that role, that personality, and the skills learned in the family, and applies it wherever he goes.  So when a child goes to school in preschool or kindergarten, strong family values follow him into the classroom.  School, workplace, and places of worship are secondary communities to the family.  I think we miss that sometimes when we think about community.  People talk about family and then community, but family is community, and it is the job of the parents to lead and direct that community.  You can see how effective family communities can be when children follow in their parents' footsteps in family business, or to live nearby.

Imgine a world without family.  Children are birthed and put in schools as soon as they are born, caregivers would be professional parents.  Aren't there scifi books like this?  Brave New World? I don't remember.  The idea of mother and father would be nonexistent.  Something about humans draws us together to live in family communities.

I like living in a family community.  I longed for it very much my college years.  Now, I snag my peace as I can, but living in family is what my soul needs.  What of those who do not have a small home community to call their own?  I suppose that's when you draw upon the next layer of community - neighborhood, school, place of worship, extended family - to fill the gap.  I think we all need a delicate balance of being alone and being with others.  As much as I'm an introvert and need time to regroup by myself, I know I need a balance of being alone and being with others.  And babies count as people!  It is a miracle to use the bathroom uninterrupted!

Shabbat thought

Shabbat Shalom!

May your Shabbat be full of joy, and full of peace.  May you focus of God over everything else.  This Shabbat, keep your eyes open for the fingerprints of God.

tuesday unwrapped

on being content

Sometimes people talk about being content and settled with life.  I have not settled for my life, and therefore, I am content.  In fact, my friend Rachel talked about this fact in her blog recently.  It is common to not be happy, to be striving for something else.  But even as I strive for the next thing, I can appreciate what I have.

Life is good.  God is good.  For so much of my life, I have thought about the Tomorrow.  What happens when.  When I go to college. When I get married.  When I have children.  When the kids go to school.  When looms ahead of us, and trying to catch up to when is as fruitless as trying to catch the wind.

These days I've been able to breathe a little, look around me and allow the Whens to blow away on the wind...like a released balloon.  There are miracles around me everyday, and I am privileged to see them.  It's just choosing to notice the miracles instead of the craziness that surround them.

Like:

• My youngest walking to school, reading a book.  Yes.  I held on to him the entire time.
• My kid's peas are growing tall and strong.  The rest of my garden?  Not planted.
• A little silence to hear the clock ticking.  

Yeah.  Just another instance of noticing those fingerprints in the dust.