12.29.2016

A (Then) Four-Year-Old Questions Talking and Listening


At times the questions of a four-year-old just seem to come out of the blue. One day in the midst of activity, Hannah asked, “Can I talk to you?”
 
I must admit the time we were spending together at that moment was nothing extraordinary. Frankly, the question almost slipped past me in the swirl of life going on at the time of the asking. When I paused to let the question sink in, I looked at Hannah and replied, “Sure. What’s up?”

I can’t totally recall Hannah’s reply since her request ended up relating to some imaginary scenario in which she was involved which allowed me to release a quiet sigh of relief. Still, her question rattled around inside my head for a few minutes after she asked.

As parents we want our children to feel free to ask that question to us. That type of question though can be uneasy to field because it’s very nature implies that the actual conversation that will follow could be uncomfortable at some level. Still, when all is said and done we want to be available for our children. Besides, being a parent is not just made up of fun and laughter, it will at times consist of difficult and challenging moments. How we handle such times will say a lot about who we really are, and what we mean to one another.

So, Hannah, as you grow older, know your Mom and I are here for you. You may go through a phase or two (please dear God, don’t let there be more than one such phase!) where you feel we are out of touch with you and your contemporaries. Truthfully, we may be out of touch in some ways. If we end up listening to different types of music and watching different types of television shows then I suppose that equals being out of touch in some way. Understand though we will strive to be as engaged and invested in you as you grow through life as we were the night you were born and in those first few hours, days, weeks, months and years when you were so dependent on us for so much.

Time though will mean you will stretch your wings for more space and freedom. Mom and I have to let go a little at a time even when you demand and expect us to let go much sooner than you desire. It’s a tough road to travel for a parent. We don’t want to let go because the world can be a scary place for an innocent soul. But sheltering you forever deprives you from the growth you need to become productive to others. It’s a to-and-fro battle that takes place in small ways over the course of our lives. Don’t let those moments when you feel like we are out of touch because we are not part of your generation or because we seem to be hanging on to when you were a four-year-old ever hold you back from feeling like you can never talk to us.

One day something may weigh so heavy on you that talking it through with your friends just won’t work. You may even conduct your own internal debate whether you should even approach your mom and me about this one thing that is slowly eating away at you. Participate in that debate if you feel the need, but do so with this knowledge: we are willing to listen, even when you think we aren’t. What you have to say may be hard to articulate. It may be difficult to even grasp for your own self. It may come out in a rushing flood of tears or a stammering, halting series of phrases that sound as if you are outside your own body when you speak them. Yes, it may be something your mom and I may not really want to accept or understand. It may be embarrassing or shameful or uncomfortable. Remember though being a family means weathering the storms which come our way just as much as it means weathering the days of calm and sunshine we enjoy and, so often, take for granted.

So I hope you come to understand that when you determine to ask this question, “Can I talk to you?” That your mom and I will have one word to say in reply, “Always.”

12.15.2016

I’m Just Going To Leave This Right Here: The Holiday Edition



Here we are, smack dab in December between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Day. By now, many of us just get tuckered out. Family get-togethers, school and work events and high-impact shopping just seem to overwhelm each of us. We have been swamped with Christmas displays in stores right after children went back to school in the lingering days of summer. Radio stations began playing holiday music after a double play of Atlanta Rhythm Section’s “Spooky” and Bobby Pickett’s “Monster Mash” on Halloween night. Add all these things together and a person just might wish to have the world stop so a break can be taken, even if just for a short time.

This year has been additionally brutal due to our national election. The fact that we, as a society, have allowed every nook and cranny of our lives to be immersed in the dirty water of politics has meant there is nothing enjoyable about the things we all used to enjoy. Now, nerves are frayed, friendships strained and uncertainty has become the norm. Throw in the holidays, mix in the stress it can bring and we can quickly get burned out over every little thing.

So, right now, if the preparation for the holidays is wearing you out, if the idea of an upcoming discussion with your uncle Albert about the merits of the electoral college, if the Chia-Pet display at K-Mart looks inviting on your fourth pass through the store and if you find yourself humming “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer” then maybe you need a short break from all that is happening.

I am here to provide you with such a break. When I need a break from things I like to eat but since there is no way for me to provide you with an actual chocolate cake I will have to think of something else. I do know though that music can make things better sometimes, especially if you have the right song.

Frankly, it’s hard to not like “Love Train” by the O’Jays. It’s an upbeat song and has a positive message. Let’s go there. So, if the holiday stress has you down, click the link below and sing along.

If you prefer to just listen to the O'Jays version, click below.

I’ll just leave this here in case you need it. Join hands, and have a happy and safe holiday season.

12.01.2016

Artist At Work



One of the great things about having children is watching them grow and expand in various areas. Our Hannah loves drawing and painting. We try to encourage this trait in her. In her preschool days, I would pick her up from there and carry home a handful of drawings and paintings she had worked on during the day. Now that she is at another school, she continues to bring home drawings and paintings, and with the change in scenery, and as she has grown older, those drawings and paintings have become a bit more defined.

I am not an artist. I have drawn stick animals for nieces during church services which brought about uncontrollable giggles from them and disapproving glares from others. I can picture a method to sketch something in my head but can’t get my creative juices to flow out of my head and into my hand before my vision turns into some amateurish outline of something psychoanalysts might clamor to view. Still, I understand the need to be creative. I feel that burning desire of personal expression that art can bring. Just because I can’t pull it off doesn’t mean it isn’t important to me. This is why, in part, we encourage this with Hannah.

We encourage it so much that as the papers and paintings piled up, we decided to open our own art gallery. One day, Hannah, Jennifer and me snipped long stretches of yarn and hammered small nails into the two walls which lead into our basement. We tied the yarn to the nail heads. We then brought out clothespins and with those clothespins began to hang Hannah’s paintings on the yarn. So, now, should you go down our basement stairs, you will discover the walls on both sides are filled with Hannah’s paintings.

Since our art gallery leads into our basement where our cars are and where remnants of yesterday reside, you probably won’t ever have a chance to visit this gallery. I hope you are not too disappointed in this. I can though show you a few pieces of Hannah’s work which has spent time in the gallery. Enjoy!

Artist at work...
 























"One is trying to make a shape out of the very things of which oneself is made."
~David Jones

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” ~Henri Matisse
 “Find something only you can say”~James Dickey

















 “It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” ~Thoreau
 
Childhood means simplicity. Look at the world with the child's eye - it is very beautiful. Kailash Satyarthi
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Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.  ~James Russell Lowell








"Anything is possible. Anything can be." ~Shel Silverstein

Childhood means simplicity. Look at the world with the child's eye - it is very beautiful. Kailash Satyarthi
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Childhood means simplicity. Look at the world with the child's eye - it is very beautiful. Kailash Satyarthi
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