MC

My most powerful teacher is starting a most challenging course of study.

He has decided that I have been resting comfortably long enough…it is time once again to watch and learn and grow with him.

I don’t want to.  Isn’t that horrible?

I will…I do…I just don’t feel the energy for this big learning curve he has thrown my way.

There are so many variables when things begin to crumble…when his days become too much for him to take.

The mountain in front of me makes me weary to look at…hurts my neck gazing way up to the top…

Time to look at my feet, dig in my heels, and climb this bitch one step at a time.

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My Moments

In THIS moment…I am just fine.

All is well…

No worries…no disappointment.

Even a gushing wound…in that moment…is fine…actions are clear, swift, uncomplicated.

It is when there is a lack of action.

When you have time to sit and think…

Stand and think

Walk and think

That what you might have done, creeps into the edges of your thoughs

What might have happened…seeps through

What may not occur..permeates.

Then worry, fear, insecurities

Begin to play across the landscape of your mind

If you let them.

Time to close my doors.

Seal the cracks.

Run along…

My moment and I

are fine.

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Conversations in the rear view mirror…

After BB and I picked up CNN and MC from school, we had a few stops to make.  It was rough at first.  MC can be pretty grouchy during the transition from school to home.  Having him snuggled between his brother and sister doesn’t always help this process.  I got them a snack, and we were off.  Everything settled down and things were rolling right along.  MC even did his homework with CNN helping!  It was during this session and as they were wrapping up that golden jewels fell out of his mouth…I kid you not.  I was so transfixed watching him in the rear view mirror and listening to the tale he was telling, it is a wonder I didn’t have a mishap!  He and his sister must have been looking through the papers he brought home.  I hear him say, “Hey, CNN!  I did a funny thing today…of course…Mom will be mad at me, so I probably shouldn’t say…” 

I look back in the mirror to see his hands propped behind his head (relaxed big man on campus style) and this huge shit eating grin on his face.  He does not make eye contact, but he totally knows his mama is listening.  He continues…

“Ok, I will tell you…you see this paper right here?  See on the back?  Mrs. B wrote that I forgot to do it, but I didn’t forget…I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO…and so I DIDN’T!!!!   Isn’t that great?  You know, sometimes you just don’t feel like doing something…I didn’t want to do that…and so I didn’t.  She thinks I forgot – nope.  Just didnt do it.  She got mad allright.  Asked me to finish my paper.   When she walked away…I put it away.  I didn’t do it!  HA!”

At this point, I ask him if he is ready to complete it now…he said he didn’t need to…that he wasn’t supposed to take it back…I said, finish…and he said ok…I guess his defiant moment for the day was still carrying him through this minor setback.  The funny thing is, as he started to do it…his sister told him an answer, and he replied “NO CNN, I have to do it myself or I will get in really big trouble with my teacher!!”.

The teacher in me should frown at his willful defiance…maybe?  I guess the mama in me should frown too…perhaps?  Gotta fess up…it was all I could do to not completely join him in the grin of joy.  He is such a protocol kid…to distraction…to madness – of himself and others around him.  At this point in the school year, to hear him feel ok about hearing what he was supposed to do and realize he does get to decide if he will do that or not?  This is beautiful.

Of course, if it happens again, we will have to talk…

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Not so much with the flowers, candy, and cards…

But this?

Wow.

This is a quote from the movie Captain Corelli’s Mandolin…never heard of it.

I like these words though…

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
-St. Augustine

My my St. Augustine…you cut right to the heart of it.

I am ever so grateful to my mama and daddy for showing me the hard work of loving as a verb as well as what it looks like to reap the rewards of deep roots bound together.

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My Nanny Chronicles

I think this might be less painful as a bulleted list.

I hope I reach the end…

I hope I forget one or two…

I fear I will not.

Here we go!

Note:  the first YEAR – yep 365 days – that we instantly had two and then three(six months later) children…we were either working or with them…all year.  Mostly this worked…I missed them after working all day and couldn’t wait to snuggle them up…but still!!!

SO

My first thought was continuity, right?  Yes?

SO

One of the girls at the daycare center was a former student.  This brings us to nanny #1.

1. ok for awhile.  then…hungover…then, boyfriend on the phone…then, did she drink the vodka?  BYE

2. By then, we had switched daycare centers…great girl…LOVED my kids – no worries, right?…for awhile…unitl she was texting while the kids tore apart the house…and then there were the prescription meds she took from Mr. Z…I shit you not!

3. I have to say, for a long time she was AMAZING – came in and took over – dreamy – lots of experience and a real go getter…until she spanked MC…and then yelled at me about some payment confusion – BYE BYE (btw I was correct, it was documented, and it was only $15 – really??? not that I have a thing about being right or anything)

4. She was in nursing school – a bit timid but it seemed ok – went ok I guess – I was a bit put out the day I heard her crying and telling my two year old to never bite her again – really???  he is TWO – I get that it hurt – but you just totally waved a big red flag in front of his face…good luck with that…she found another job…just as well (now he is 5 and he really doesn’t bite very often – not me anyway – I am quick!)

5. I will call #5 a few nanny service girls sent in emergencies..they ran together…everyone was safe…no fires..gah!

6.  Super nanny from the service – she rocked!  She was a teacher – looking for a job – I knew she would be snapped up – and she was 😦

7. Education and equivalent experience ARE NOT the same!  Med student from KU – a bit quiet – but nice…husband came to the interview – ok – he was nice – good answers – give it a whirl – yes?  NO!  Day 1 – house is a wreck…CNN says, “MOM!  boys were SO BAD!” and moms at bus stop say, “WHOAH – she had no control”…I give her one more day – BIG MISTAKE!  I am thinking, I will give her a very detailed script to follow – surely this will help?  NO…I will fast forward to when  Mr. Z calls me in the middle of my evening class to let me know that he is home and when I get home WE NEED TO TALK – shite!  turns out, he came home and found her on our computer (searching for a job) and her husband playing with the kids…she says to Mr. Z…”Isn’t he great with kids???”  what?  oh Sure…what???  all the strings on my living room blinds had been cut – they were hanging – but are now immobile and it turns out after BB did this with scissors, he was running around talking about cutting his “you know what” CNN says – damn girl – my kid could have bled out – AHHHHH…here is the kicker…I call her to let her know that it is not working out and SHE WAS GOING TO COME BACK????  ummm…no.

8. She was a student at UMKC – not an education major, but she seemed really on the ball…the kids liked her…she did really fun activities with them…there were a couple days where she was late, but it seemed like she had family she was helping and that was out of her hands some of the time…I can roll with this…this is an admirable thing, right?  then, I loan her two of my books when she says she is studying for a biology exam…and the next day…she doesn’t come back…ever…I was really worried…I kept leaving messages…my nanny is awol…now, I did notice that the messages would be cleared, so I am sure she was ok, but she took off with my books…if you know me, you know she might as well have spanked a kid – this is a very wrong thing to do – and then…the kids start talking about their time with her…we are driving and they will say, so and so took us here…what?  oh yeah, and we went here too – she was driving my kids all around this town…and then, she would take them to the park and stay in the car while they got out to play!  Oh.MY.HELL!  she is lucky she disappeared!

9.  One of my education students filled in once or twice…this does not count…just fooling myself…it will certainly end in complication, because eventually they are in my class and then they need to be with me when I need them with my kids…amazing group of possibilities not even an option.  This blows.

10.  This little girl was very different from all the others.  She was a bit goth, very low key, but it worked.  She had just finished cosmetology school but didn’t want to style hair, so she was working at a coffee shop while she figured it out.  She had trouble waking up on time…I would call ahead and get her up…I LIKED her!  She was calm and sweet with my babies…then she had some medication issue, this is not good…then she left her fake id at my house…in her sterling silver case of clove cigarrettes – ummm, bad idea – but your choice I guess…I so wanted to root for her, to have this work…when she was on her laptop, I just told her nope – take it home – I was working through the stuff with this one, but when she called and said there had been a problem and she couldn’t drive in Kansas, yeah  this was the end of our enabling relationship…bye bye conflicted 20something quirky girl.  I wish you well, really I do.

11.  Enter temporary out of work engineer super girl…able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!  She wanted to give me and my life a makeover…she talked about better food to feed the dogs, had her husband clear my laundry room drains, scrubbed my laundry room from top to bottom (not kidding – I totally baked her a cheesecake!)…the problem, was that she was a bit edgy…and she liked to battle with MC…in some small part of my brain…I thought here we go – this is the ace in my pocket – oh really, MC, well, how about I call mean sitter girl and see what you say then, huh?  NO, I can’t do this…it was ok, for awhile…I am not ready for a complete overhaul and MC does deserve some peace…I do still have her number!

12.  I was really beginning to think that I might just stop doing the bit of teaching my schedule consisted of…it was too hard…really?  Can no one take care of my children like me?  Am I so amazing?  I guess so…:)  Anyway, right when you think you are lost…that is when the way appears, and appear she did.  She was wonderful.  Our own disney princess.  CNN says she let the boys get away with too much, but I didn’t mind.  She was wonderful and beautiful and perfect in every way.  Her family fosters children, so she gets it.  I could not even be mad when she told me why she had to go.  Sad yes…mad?  oh no.  She applied to this school in Ohio to study to be a missionary because she wants to work in an orphanage in Haiti or India…seriously.  She got accepted to the school and that is where she is right now.  We have her address and will keep in touch and support her journey.  Love.this.girl.  AND her roommate might be our number 13…lucky, right?

So that is the list…I am sure I forgot someone…man!

Along the way, there were all the interviews…I learned about this.  The ad I posted was very important.  I tried all sorts of things.  By the last time, I posted the letter Jane and Michael Banks wrote to their future nanny from Mary Poppins…I think this was the best of all.  The girls who said I was a really awesome writer?  BUZZ – thanks for playing!  Then came the interviews finally after I gathered my list of maybes.  I got very tired of this process.  At first I would meet them at a coffee shop.  Then, it just got too intrusive.  I met them at the house.  Test one was if they could find their way here – we are tucked back in here – many did not make it.  After awhile I moved the interviews to the front  porch – too many strangers in and out and I wanted to send the freak shows on their way quickly.  This worked.  Odd girl with creepy guy waiting in the car had about three minutes of my time.  The girl who’s behavior management strategy was to give my kids gum?  not so much…high heels girl didn’t stand a chance…princess from out south, well I don’t even know why she drove this far north…there was a Mary Poppins in there, I was so glad to visit and get to know her, I might want to be her when I grow up, but alas, that was not meant to be…

So, through all of this…I have learned a few things.   Here are my assumptions when I hire someone:  if I don’t know you or your references, the pieces of paper mean nothing and I am apparently a horrible judge of character.  I will give you one hour with my kids…know there is surveilance and they yell really loud, oh and my baby is strong as hell.  We have three dogs (the city thinks there are two)  please do not let them run free or ignore pee on the floor.  I don’t care if you like dogs, but Mr. Z says this is important – faking it is fine.  My kids will sing like there is no tomorrow all about what happened while I was gone, so I will know pretty soon how things are going. 

I have also realized that all the childrens books with crazy child behavior in them are not fiction.  This is just not possible.  These authors are writing about their children, or maybe their neighbor’s children, nieces, nephews…these stories comfort me…it isn’t just my kids:)  They are amazing, and brilliant, and loving and kind and they will smell your fear and know your weakness all within the first 5 minutes of meeting you.  Their grandma says they only listen to their mama.  If only that were true all the time…

I look forward to the day that CNN is old enough to watch her brothers…I think they have this coming…and I KNOW she can handle them – and her daddy!  HA!

I must go lay down.

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A Tale of Two Cities…

Just around the bend, there is a church…past the Indian Mission, and up the hill a bit.

My friend and I walk past this church twice each day.

Sometimes when we walk past, there are limousines and a multitude of cars.

A police escort, waiting in the wings…

All pointing to a life celebrated, respects being offered, ritual and ceremony in progress.

There is comfort in that.

So, on December 6, 2006 at about 9:30 on a crisp winter morning…

I thought we were driving towards this comfort…this process.

As we  drove from one world to another…all within the same big city…

To our final destination just past Washington on 5th Street…

What awaited us was quite different.

You see, we were about to lay to rest Sweet Baby Saige…

The baby sister of our beautiful children.

The funeral home stood alone, between two empty lots.

There were a few cars.

An old limo in the drive.

Going in, with Mama and Daddy and Mr. Z – this was a hard thing to do.

As we walked in to the entryway, my eyes filled.

There, waiting for us…was Mr. Z’s brother, a good friend from college, and my lifesaver from kindergarten with her husband.

This was not their stomping ground…

and yet

They were here…for us…for Saige.

When we went into the room filled with two sets of pews, and an aisle in between…

There were questioning looks, acceptance, and grief.

This aisle might as well have been labeled County Line Road

Dividing Johnson County from Wyandotte County

Haves from have nots – or so it would seem

And here we were together –

Wondering why.

This is the moment I hate…in any funeral

Walking past a casket..to see where a soul used to be

I hate that

The casket was so small…

Plastic I think

Ugly clips on the sides

And Saige…in her little bonnet

Too still, too pale.

As I turned away, I saw her mom…

The biological mother of my babies.

She stood

Her eyes full of tears, and opened her arms to embrace me.

Me…the woman who has her children…the woman who comforted her baby while she died.

Grief opens doors I guess.

I whispered my sorrow in her ear, and quietly sat.

and sat

and…nothing happened.

No prayer.

No speaking.

Finally, the grandmother came over to speak to me a bit, and I said that when it was time to share memories…

I would be glad to do so, since many had not yet met Miss Saige.

She whispered in her daughter’s ear…and then they both nodded to me.

To proceed…right then.

So, a bit perplexed…I did.

I stood in front of Sweet Baby Saige, and her unlikely group of mourners

And spoke.

I talked about how excited we were, when we heard she was coming…

And how beautiful she looked…when she came in the door

How it seemed she knew I was so scared…to change such a tiny diaper

So she comforted me, as her brother MC would, with humor

By wetting on my hand as I changed her;)

And how she looked so much like BB already…and threw her head back just like he does, when he’s pitching a fit

A head made of granite I think (this made his other mama laugh)

And how her big sister took utter delight, in trying on every hat and bow we found for her

all in the span of one afternoon.

She showed us so much

So much of who she was, all in 24 hours…

The value of 24 hours…this is what she gave me

She was here, and it mattered, and she will not be forgotten…

This is what I said.

I only had to stop once, to breathe…and gather.

And when I was done…they clapped.

It all felt strange.

Surreal.

Two men mumbled a prayer.

Fumbled with the clips.

And hauled her away.

I felt sick at the irreverence…

The utter lack of respect.

She was here…and it mattered…she was wanted…anticipated…loved.

Yet

Sent on her way

Through the truth

That resides

on either side

of  the County Line.

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Grateful

On Facebook, I started this Project 365, only I started it late, so mine is really Project 358…better late than never I guess…

It is really about taking a photograph everyday…but kind of morphed into a gratitude journal…a representation of the joy in each day.

I really like watching the days collect.  Instead of time slipping away, it seems time is being cataloged ever so nicely…

I just had to note, somewhere…my gratitude for today…whether I am able to get the photograph or not.

When I worked at a middle school not far from KU Medical Center, I had the pleasure of connecting with these two amazing young women.  They were a little bit mad at the world, but somehow found their way to my office door….and boy was I glad they did!  They both just have this inner light shining…so beautiful to see…to know…

This was in 2002 or so…and we kept in touch off and on through the years.  I hadn’t heard from them for a few years and have looked online to see if I might catch up with one or both.  Several months ago I got the call so many teachers hope for…one of them…remembered my cell number…and just decided to check in…they are young 20s now!  It was so beautiful to hear their voices!  They are doing all right.  One has a job not far from me and the other is looking.  They just made my day!

It has been awhile now and I hadn’t spoken with either of them.  Today, I decided to stop in the sandwich shop where one of them works…just to see if I could find her.  I DID find her!  It is impossible to wipe the smile off my face.  She looked wonderful, talking with colleagues, smiling with a sparkle in her eyes.  Wow.  She stared past me, then at me, then boom! recognition and a really big grin.  When there was a break in the action, I got the best hug ever, and then a second when she hugged me again and said it had been so very long!

My heart is smiling.

My eyes are full.

I am a very lucky girl.

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Homeboy Industries, Inc.

I wasn’t sure how I would pull all of this together…and then a friend asked me one little question about what I heard Father Greg Boyle from Homeboy Industries, Inc. say last night.  His talk was titled, ” Tattoos on the Heart: A Theology of Compassion and Kinship”.

Here is what I said:

holy shit guys!
This man is amazing…I would work for him for free!
Probably fell in love a little bit last night, truth be told…
I heard him speak at Rockhurst University.
I think they recorded it and I simply must get ahold of a copy.  Too many times I was trying to memorize his words…really great words.
It was as if Garrison Keillor met Santa and East LA – rock the hell on
His message is so easy to hear…nothing complicated at first.
Go to the perimeter…reside there…in the hopes that you will increase the size of the circle and leave no one on the outside.
we are indeed all equal…do not “do for others”, but rather start with service…it is after all the hallway to the amazing ballroom of kinship, and that is where we all desire to reside…where one soul recognizes another – connections.
He quoted Mother Theresa when she said something about how we have forgotten that we belong to one another.
Talked about Jesus in the boat with Simon before he was called Peter and how Simon thought Jesus knew carpentry, not fishing, so why should he listen to Jesus about fishing…when Jesus told Simon to throw the net out right there…Simon thought, “there’s nothing there…”  Father Boyle kept coming back to this…”look again…if at first you do not see, look again, and indeed look until you do see and understand and we will all have more than the boat can hold”.
He talked about how what we are called to do is to show up, hold a mirror up, and support others as they recognize themselves, come back to themselves, and realize that they are perfect…just as God intended them to be.  I love these words.
He talked about his frustration with a misdiagnosis of gang activity…how task forces want it to be logical, and it is not, and to be organized, and it is not…how working with gangs for peace indicates that there is a conflict and there is not…just violence…that children do not run to gangs, they are running from the realities of their world.
He is about a bigger picture…one with hope…where gang is not on the list of choices for children.
He shared story after story about rival gang members working side by side sending texts instead of bullets…and other stories about his homies in general…not unlike those of students you have known and loved and I have known and loved…many gone too soon.
Before he was done speaking, a woman asked him to help her understand…to wrap her head around how to accept a cold blooded killer…he was so gentle, and kind, and truthful…he just talked of the vastness of the grace of God, and how no man should be judged by their single worst moment in time.
More than once he said if we are to love as God does, that means we are too busy loving to be disappointed…
THIS is good stuff.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to pull this all together for the blog…I think you just helped me Sha…thanks! 😉

http://www.homeboy-industries.org/index.php

He has a new book coming out that you will soon be able to preorder on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Greg-Boyle/e/B002LUR5B4/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1265288264&sr=1-2-ent

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One foot in front of the other

This random idea has taken on a life of it’s own.  I just thought the idea of starting to walk outside at the WRONG time of the year in three races was kind of funny.   Walking outside…three times…this is what I was thinking about.  Some novel fun sprinkled through the cold winter months to carry me into the warmth of the sun that I do so love…that’s all.

Instead, I found that I was not the only one who needed a shift, a little something different.  I found someone else ready to get out there January 1…and start walking – cold as it was…colder than it has ever been!  At first it was just funny.  My initial hope, as written here, was to walk 3.5 miles each day. 

This is so interesting to me.  It is February 3rd.  We have not missed a day.  In January we walked 142.94 miles.  We average 5.5 miles a day.  Our pace is steadily improving.

What puzzles me more, though, is the reaction of my body.  I keep waiting to get tired.  To need to stop, and rest.  Instead, it is as if I have woken this ravenous shewolf who CAN NOT STOP.  Our walk is only the tip of the iceberg.  I am pacing all day…looking for something to do, thinking, crunches, chi machine, it is insane…and yet…I am not tired…or hurting.  It is as if 8 years of relatively sedate living had this IRA of my energy growing exponentially – waiting for me to remember.  And now – holy shit…the only thing worn out is my brain.  Last night as I was waiting in such an antsy way for the boys to FINALLY go to sleep, I was actually contemplating a quick mile run on the treadmill…seriously?

It will get better, I know it will.  The momentum, the new pace, all this, will find harmony in here somewhere, surely?

My friend and partner in adventure and I were talking about this the other day.  She is experiencing something similar.  There are so many layers of benefit and shift that it is all just a bit unsettling, but mostly in a good way.  We decided that if we just keep putting one foot in front of the other, we will certainly walk into the equillibrium we seek.

That helps…talking with someone else in the same spot.  It is one of my favorite layers of all of this…the friendship we have built, one step at a time, miles adding up to much life shared, and comfortable common ground.

one foot

in front of the other.

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Too Polite?

It might be a problem…

It caused odd stalkers at the workplace while in high school…

And then in college…

I was reprimanded at the airport in San Francisco, for, after just being told DON’T talk to anyone, telling some fella thanks anyway but I have a ride.

I can’t help it…

Is it really so bad?

To be chronically polite?

I say bless you when someone sneezes…compulsively.

Sometimes I whisper it if I think perhaps they wouldn’t appreciate it.

I quickly had to stop saying yes to fund raising over the phone and at the door when Mr. Z arrived on the scene…he just shook is head.

I really think they were legitimate…

So recently, these phone calls…to my cell phone…about being a preferred shopper…have become a problem.

Two different area codes are calling.

What if it is my aunt?  or a cousin?  or a friend in need?

So I answer…several times a day.

Each time, I listen a bit less.

I really don’t care to be a preferred customer based on a recent purchase…no, I don’t want you to send me free gas cards for only one dollar shipping.

NO, I don’t care to hear about any other special offers.

You call while I am walking, and freezing, and just trying tackle this hill, see…

And yet, I am not able to hang up.

I just tell you no thank you, and please do have a great day anyway, ok?

And then…you call AGAIN?  and again and again and again.

Finally, in a pleading sort of way…I explain my frustration to some final straw…Miss, I really don’t know how much polite I have left, ok?

No problem DarmaZ, I will place you on the do not call list, have a nice day!

*sigh*

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