Sunday, September 16, 2012

If you can't say anything nice...

So, when I was little and someone said something mean I would say "Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me".  Then one day I happened upon a book that said, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will ALWAYS hurt me".  I think the second one is true don't you?
Words have power.  Whether spoken or written, the words we say make a difference to people around us, and we need to be responsible for them.  If we're going to put something out there--OWN IT!

For instance, I went to Cooper's first piano lesson.  In the piano room where he had his lesson sat Cooper, his cute teacher Mandie, Mandie's mom Tena, and myself.  The lesson went great until Cooper had to scoot down to play "Hot Cross Buns" on the lower keys.  In the process of scooting, Coop lost a little control and broke wind--loudly.  Coop looked up at me in embarrassment and without missing a beat exclaimed, "MOM!" as if it was me!  I didn't know what to do.  I was laughing so hard that he'd done it in the first place, but when he tried to pawn it off on me, I laughed even harder!  I finally regained my breath and told him not to blame it on me.  What's the famous line--whoever smelt it, dealt it?  Coop needs to own up.

On a larger scale, we shouldn't put anything out into the world unless we are prepared to own it.  A year and  a half ago some kids at my son's high school decided it would be funny if they wrote an anonymous blog about other kids at the school.  It was highly mean spirited and hurtful.  When Dillon stood up to these anonymous bloggers to defend his friend, they immediately focused their attention on him.  What they wrote was cruel and demeaning in every way.  As parents we felt helpless that we couldn't protect our son from these cowardly cyber-bullies.  If this had happened to me in high school, I'm not sure if I would have returned to school.  He claimed it didn't bother him and those people were idiots.  He seemed to brush it off and not give it a second thought. Although the blog continued a while longer, it eventually ended with the end of the school year.  

Last month, my son received a text message from an old friend from high school.  After exchanging niceties, the boy said that he had something to tell Dillon and he wasn't sure he was going to like it.  He admitted that he and his friend wrote the blog and said he felt horrible about it, especially what they had written about Dillon.  Dillon was surprised by the boy's admission, but more surprised by how he felt about it.  He said he felt an instant forgiveness for this boy and had no hard feelings against him.  This boy has recently given Dillon the access to this blog and Dillon has removed all the hurtful messages except for the one written about him.  He also wrote his own post on this blog sharing his feelings about how this experience has affected him.  I'm very proud of how he has handled this.

But here's what's interesting.  Dillon said that while on the blog, he was able to view all of the incoming emails  and responses.  He was surprised at how many people were willing to spill hurtful information about their friends.  He also saw the protests of people who pleaded with these bullies to end their mean posts.  One person even said that he was glad he was a "nobody" because if the blog was about him he'd probably kill himself.  While many of these emails had names attached, the majority of them were also anonymous.  I think this speaks to the character of these individuals.  I can only hope that most of them have improved since leaving high school.  I am also very proud of the boy who had enough guts to apologize to my son and own up to what he had done. I'm sure that wasn't easy to do.  But he owned it, and now he can move on.  

This makes me evaluate what I'm "putting out there".  It's not always easy for me to hold my tongue when I feel the need to share my feelings.  But I can keep working on it right?  Maybe we all should.  So whether it's claiming our own toots, sticking your foot in your mouth or declaring your opinions, we need to be able to be responsible for what we've said or done. Personally I'm trying to follow the advice that Thumper's father gave to him that "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all".  However, I would suggest that a slight eye roll is sometimes necessary.





Friday, September 7, 2012

I Am A Grasshopper



We're all familiar with the story of the Ant and the Grasshopper.  The Ant works and toils during the summer months, tirelessly stocking up for winter.  As he goes about his work, he ignores the frivolous Grasshopper who has no concern for the approaching fall and winter, and who spends his days singing and lying around in the field.  We all know the Grasshopper ends up regretting his decision to play while the ants worked, and the ants are pretty proud of all their hard work when winter comes.  Thanks Aesop for the life lesson.

So, I was thinking about a story written by my mother-in-law's dear friend Louise Plummer in which, while considering the mess in her household and relating it to this fable, she declares herself to be a Grasshopper. I was thinking about this story when I arrived home this afternoon, and I have decided that today's truth is that I too am a Grasshopper.  I realized this was a moment of self-awareness and acknowledgement of what is truth.  Although I may have Ant qualities, I believe my personal Grasshopper wins out.

Every Friday night I go to bed with a big Ant list of things to accomplish the next day.  Then, Saturday morning rolls around and the Grasshopper feels like it's more important to sleep in, or stay in bed and watch Coyote Ugly on VH1.  (Let's be sure to include Coyote Ugly in that list of movies that mean nothing to my life, yet I'm obligated to watch if it comes on TV).  By the time the Grasshopper is ready to get stuff done, the day has moved forward with the Ants and I struggle to get 1/2 the list done.

I try to push myself into being an Ant.  I have bursts of Ant-like behavior. I have a super Ant organized chore chart.  I have a "Busy Mom's" day planner.  I have filing systems and menu plans to assist in my desired Ant behavior.  And a lot of the time it works.  I manage 2 car pools, corral 4 boys--3 of which attend 3 separate schools and have completely different schedules, work full-time, attempt to make a semi-nutritious meal most evenings, wash, dry and fold laundry that never ends, manage our bills, etc, etc. The truth is, I would very much like to be an Ant.  Many of my friends are Ants. But as I strive to be like them, I find my Ant qualities lack longevity, and I'm OK with that.

Being a Grasshopper  is not a life of irresponsibility.  It's about taking the moments you are given in life and not rushing through them.  It's appreciating that kids will grow up and move on before you know it, so it's okay to lounge with them and watch cartoons on a Saturday rather than making sure the chore list is done.  Grasshoppers allow themselves the luxury of curling up with a good book while dishes wait patiently at the sink.  Grasshoppers understand that basketball games are sometimes played in the kitchen and the greatest football receptions are made onto LoveSacs in the family room.  Grasshoppers regard cleaning bathrooms as a necessary evil.  Grasshoppers have headstand contests on the family room rug with their kids.  They work hard, but also recognize that when work is done--it's time to play.  Grasshoppers never forget to enjoy the peaceful moments, savor the sweet ones and capture once in a life time memories.

The proverbial winter seems a while off, so my Ant/Grasshopper struggle will continue.  And while I endeavor to be more Ant-like, I am happy being a Grasshopper.  Being a Grasshopper makes my life pretty full and allows me the time and space I need to be a Wife and Mom with limited guilt and self-doubt.  (Guilt and self-doubt comes with Motherhood.  It's a package deal and also a truth for another day.)  So, with that being said.  Today's truth is "I am a Grasshopper".



Monday, September 3, 2012


Monday, September 3, 2012

The Beginning...

Pride and Prejudice begins, "It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife."  Well Jane, times have changed.  Which is to say, Truth's have changed.  Today, if a single man is in possession of a good fortune, it means he probably needs a good broker.

Would it be more correct to say that opinions have changed?  Aren't our opinions what we consider to be truth?  What might be true for me may not be true for you.  For the argument's sake, let's just stick with Truth.  Either way, time marches on and what was true in the 18th century may or may not be true in the 19th or 20th century. I would like to focus on what I believe to be true.  You may agree or disagree, but it's my blog.

Here are some truth's I am sure about today. (Keep in mind, I am a 40 something, devoted wife and mother of 4 boys, LDS, former Canadian, and my truth's change from time to time).

1.  Life is Good!
2. Chocolate Cake is awesome and a great joy in life.
3. Exercising is hard.
4. The Kardashians are a complete waste of time.
5. Raising kids today is not for wimps.
6. Money is not the key to happiness, but it sure helps.
7. Good books have healing powers.
8. Freckles on little boys faces melt my heart.
9. God has a plan for us. (And it's different for everyone).
10. I have a voice, and would like to be heard.


Let's just conquer one truth at a time.  Today's truth is Life is Good!

Today is Labor Day.  (Labour Day for my Canadian friends).  Being a holiday, I wanted to do something fun with my kids.  As usual, we all slept in (a favorite in our household) and enjoyed not having to jump at the buzzing from a crazed cell phone alarm, signaling the start of the day.  Strolling down to the kitchen, I discovered the chocolate cake I had made the day before for my husband's birthday.  Of course, I grabbed a fork and just had a "little something" from the side of the cake.  By the way, if you never get a plate out and just sneak a little from the side, the calories don't really count.  Cake for breakfast is divine!
Around noon, a couple of the kids and their friends went with me to hike the "Y". Which is to hike a big trail to the huge "Y" painted on the side of the mountain.  I haven't done this particular hike for about 3 years and let me tell you, it was a killer.  I'm sure I will have a day where I discuss my lack of enthusiasm for exercise, so I'll save you the details except to say that I resent the man who was running the up the trail while I was making my way down.  Nobody likes a show off.  But I survived, and now here I am creating my 1st blog post.  Life is Good!

Life is good does not mean life is not hard.  Those two things exist simultaneously.  It's just that if I can focus of the good things in my life, it doesn't seem as hard.  I don't always use my focusing power in this manner. A lot of the time I can get swamped by the things that are hard and struggle to find the good.  But today, the good prevails.  The sun is shining, my kids are happy, and my husband is busy whittling away at the pinewood derby car that Coop will be racing Tuesday night. The colors of the leaves on the mountain are changing, signaling that fall is coming sooner than I'd like.  But it's beautiful!   Life is good--This is today's truth.