Thinking Big Thoughts with Young People

I started a post yesterday morning. I wrote rapidly and with passion, all about text messages and mean girls and life and death and the drama we create versus the reality God intends for us to live. After days of sitting with Rachael, waiting while her father was dying, Mary Beth was at home at our dining room table, trying to wrap her brain around a math lesson. Her cell phone, her iPod, and her computer were fully awake beside her. Normally, we don't allow electronics during school hours, except for academic uses. But Rachael had been texting pretty much all of the previous 24 hours and I was keeping a careful watch as girls rallied around her, some of them in person, some from miles away via social media. Suddenly, there was silence. In the silence of those morning hours, we all knew that Rachael's dad was drawing his last breath.

I tried to upload my post to Typepad. Typepad would have none of it. It disappeared into cyberspace. I quickly figured that was probably for the best and moved on to the next thing. I gathered my little girls on the couch and read Little Red Riding Hood. Just as the woodsman released the grandmother and little girl from their canine tomb, Mary Beth came toward me, laptop in hand. Rachael's brother had updated his Facebook status with a tribute to his father. There was his birthdate and his death date.

In a few moments, Mary Beth was at Rachael's house.

The rest of the day is a bit of a blur. I had seen the very best of social media and electronic communication. And then I saw human touch, unafraid, in hard places, loving with wholehearted generosity. I couldn't be prouder of my daughter and the girls with whom she dances. They were courageous examples of grace and compassion and their witness humbles me.

At home, while Mary Beth stayed with Rachael, we found ourselves on a bit of a rabbit trail. This post had us researching child slavery in Africa. Nicky, already raw from the past few days of watching and waiting with Rachael, was pushed to brink of emotional meltdown. This was just too much! Too much suffering. 

And yet. And yet he woke this morning wanting to know more about poverty in Africa. More about what Jesus calls us to do. More about the children. So, I showed him this article, about living for Jesus among the poor, about being young and acting with wisdom and grace and compassion and wholehearted generosity. And that, of course, led to Kisses from Katie (do watch the video on the Amazon page). 

Nicholas read the free Kindle sample to me this morning while I knit my Katie's sweater. (Yay! we made it to the sleeves!). Then, we downloaded the rest to read to each other a bit at a time. (I add a caveat here: I don't know if this book is inappropriate for children. I've sent a quick note to a friend who read an advance copy and I'm not going any further with Nicholas until I hear from her. I'll update here if there is inappropriate content.)

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{the expression on his face as he reads about a sick, dirty, starving little girl the same age as his littlest sister...}

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So that's about it here today. It's raining. Everyone who can read is off in a corner somewhere reading. Karoline and Sarah have overtaken the sunroom and turned it into a pancake restaurant of some sort. I'm getting ready to go get Rachael so she can hang out here for awhile before dance. 

And we're thinking. About big things. About suffering and loss and God's generous grace. About what it is to truly be Christ to one another.

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Yarn Along: Happy Knitting

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I have knitting progress to report this week! Yesterday, my friend K.C. breezed through Virginia on her way from Texas to Massachusetts. She stopped to sit a spell in my sewing room. After months of saying, "I wish you were here to knit (or sew) with me," she actually was here. I showed her fabric and patterns and told her all about my lofty sewing dreams. We talked sewing machines and ruffler feet. Our children played and played and played.

And she helped me past my knitting slump. No, I think she picked me up and lifted me over it. See that button band on the yellow sweater? I picked up stitches. K.C. show me how to do it and then watched me all the way up the band. And, she offered some very helpful tips on posture that seem to have decreased the hand cramps to almost nothing. Happy, happy knitting afternoon.

I'm reading all these quilt books, following suggestions here (not too late to enter that giveaway--winner this afternoon). All of them:

First Time Quiltmaking

Seams to Me (good tutorial on binding)

Fresh Fabric Treats

Simplify

The Practical Guide to Patchwork

I'm reading every tip and every instruction. And I'm about to commit to actually quilting. But that's a sewing post and not a knitting one, so I'll just leave you with progress on my red scarf-that's-becoming-shawl (gauge issue) and a yellow sweater that might just be wearable by next week.

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Yarn Along

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Good afternoon! I'm still knitting my red ruffle scarf. Sigh. I used to be a fast knitter. Not sure what happened. (Well, I sort of know. Sewing happened. So that's part of the slowdown.) Here you see the progress on the scarf and, oh yes, that does look like a twirly skirt for Katie. I've been reading Smart Medicine for Healthier Living and Optimal Wellness. These books, along with Smart Medicine for a Healthier Child, have long been the mainstays of health reference books around here. Still trying to overcome the joint stiffness...those are relatively small pains, though, and they serve a greater purpose as they remind me to keep Kim in prayer (won't you offer a prayer, too, on her behalf?). Knitting, sewing, reading, praying. All good.

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10 Habits of Happy Mothers: More on Refusing to Compete or Compare

Last time, we took a first look at competing and comparing and how we hurt ourselves by engaging in competitive tussles with other mothers. In the combox, Natalia made an important distinction:

Does comparison equal competition?
I struggled with this chapter because I felt I couldn't relate. Not because I don't compare myself to others, but because I don't feel that I compete. I wonder if it IS an American thing.( I always say that the reason why the Dominican Republic doesn't win anything in the Olympics is that we don't take things seriously enough. No baseball or soccer moms there!)
Anyhow, whether you call it competition or comparison, comparisons are deadly. When we compare, we always come out a loser. What a waste of precious energy! And what a missed opportunity to see, really see, what the Lord is doing in our own lives!
I don't want to sound as if I don't struggle with this. I struggle with envy. I see others and wish I had the talents they have, the house they have, the admiration they have. But I don't feel is a competition. I don't want to be better than they. I just want what they have, does that make sense?

I think her point makes perfect sense! And I also think it's an important distinction. When we compare, we often beat ourselves up and hold ourselves in contempt for not being what we perceive other people to be or having what we think they have. I think most of the damage done with comparing is done internally; we do it to ourselves.

When we compete, it often (always?) begins as a comparison, but we extend it and we try to be better (smarter, more organized, more efficient, thinner, prettier, more accomplished) than the person to whom we compare ourselves. We don't leave the thought at wishing we could have or be what they have; we want more than they have. We wrestle for position in our own eyes and the eyes of others. Dr. Meeker writes, "As moms we compete in two arenas, we have our lives as well as the lives of our kids to watch out for. Sometimes jealousy takes such a strong hold on us that we have difficulty having any good relationships with other mothers.  When we are jealous of other mothers because they seem to have life perfectly balanced or figured out, we find ourselves wanting to be with them and hating to be near them, all at the same time. We want to see how they do it, but since we feel that we can’t do what they do or have what they have, we leave angrier than ever. We always feel so inadequate or guilty when we are with them that we just scrap the whole friendship thing altogether."

I've seen this go very wrong. It begins as a friendship and there is some degree of mutual trust. Two women let each other into one another's intimate thoughts and hearts.  And then one or both of them begin to try to prove to the other (and to other people) that she is superior. Maybe it's really just that she's trying to prove it to herself. In the comparing and the competing, she tears the other woman down. She pounces on flaws--real or imagined-and exposes them. She relishes for a fleeting moment in feeling superior. But then she is left alone and lonely. The people around her are likely to recognize what happened and to steer clear. Who wants a friends who tears down the other women in her life? The friend she harmed establishes a firm boundary and holds her at a safe distance. In the end, she is left with bitterness. And not much else.

There are several ways the author suggests that we overcome competition. Before we put them into action, though, we have to discern that we don't want to compete. We have to believe that mothers and friends are better off if they cooperate. You can't hold on to competition with one hand and try to cooperate with the other. It doesn't work. And competition, fueled by inevitable anger, will win. Why do you want to compete? What will it gain you? If you have everything that other woman has and you succeed in besting her, where does that leave you? Is it really a better place?

Dr. Meeker suggests, among other things, that women focus on fullness instead of emptiness. This echoes the urgent call to gratitude so many women have heard and answered this year. Gratitude works. It blesses in friendships as in every other realm of our lives as women. When we focus on the fullness of our lives and the blessings other women are to us, we are liberated from the bondage of competition. 

In addition to gazing on what we have and intentionally giving thanks for it, Dr. Meeker challenges us to be kind. The habit of kindness and the power it has to bring about miracles in our lives is a favorite topic of mine. Dr. Meeker reminds us that,  Being kind to loved ones is easy, and it makes us feel good because when they are happier, we feel happier. Helping good friends and loved ones can be a bit self-serving because we usually reap great rewards for our kindness toward them. Either we directly benefit from it, or they return the favor. But the real test comes when we reach out on behalf of those we don’t really like. And most often we don’t really like the mothers whom we’re really jealous of. So if we want to get rid  of our jealousy, the best way to shovel out the rot of the feelings is to find something very nice to do for the other mother

I'm not sure that my experience bears out mothers not really liking the one whom who inspires feelings of jealousy or inferiority in their lives. I think it's very possible to want what a good friend has. The divergence comes in what happens next. If we are truly good friends, we don't tear her down in an effort to get it, even though we wish we had it. Instead, we are genuinely glad on her behalf. This is the point Natalia was making. All comparison isn't competition. I think comparing often leads us to feeling badly about ourselves. Competing invariably hurts both ourselves and the other woman. 

Regardless of the distinction, kindness is a good antidote both comparing and competing. Many a friendship, long, loyal, and self-sacrificing, rested at first on no thicker a foundation than a kind word. We can cultivate a habit of kind listening, where once we were mentally comparing and one-upping and planning the destruction (even a little) of the woman speaking. We can stretch to forgive and excuse and understand others, offering the genuine warmth of Christian charity. In behaving this way, we find ourselves shining the best light on our friends, rather than tearing them down. A corollary here is refusing to engage in gossip. Ever. Even if it costs the friendship if the third party, we can't allow ourselves to gossip about a mutual friend. Good friends don't do that. Happy mothers don't do that. Gossip invariably dissolves in bitter misery. 

Speaking of friends, my dear friend just walked in. And since this "laptop" is hogging all the table space, it's time to put it away and have lunch with a woman who has stood shoulder-to shoulder with me in the mommyhood since our big girls were not yet school-aged. I'm counting my blessings and she's on the list.

How about you?

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{{This post is the 8th in a series discussing The 10 Habits of Happy Mothers: Reclaiming our Passion, Purpose, and Sanity.}}

The rest of our discussions of  The 10 Habits of Happy Mothers: Reclaiming our Passion, Purpose, and Sanity can be found here. The first two conversations are 

Part 1(discussing Habit 1)

Part 2 (still discussing Habit 1)

Part 3 (still more on Habit 1)

Part 4 (Habit 2: key friendships)

Part 5 (Habit 2: your thoughts on friendship_

Part 6 (Habit 3: Value and Practice Faith)

Part 7(Habit 4: Say No to Competition)

 

Yarn Along on the Feast of the Triumph of the Cross

I have a new book to share today, a perfect book for this feast. The Queen and the Cats is the the story of St. Helena of Constantinople, who traveled to the Holy Land in 326 and supervised the excavation of the land where Jesus was buried. She is said to have found the cross on which Jesus died. 

This sweetly illustrated book, with large, easy-to-read font, tells St. Helena's tale through the eyes of a little girl who was in Cyprus when Queen Helena came to visit and brought a piece of the holy cross. The churches were overrun with vipers and it was the queen who provided a solution to the snake problem and made it safe to worship in the churches and monasteries once more.

The author wrote me this morning and offered this sweet deal: We’re offering an incentive to anyone who buys the book in the next three days (Tuesday, September 13, Wednesday, September 14 & Thursday, September 15th)! If they buy The Queen & the Cats in either format, email book@xistpublishing.com with your receipt and we’ll send a downloadable .pdf line-art coloring book version of the book. Buy both editions, (or multiple copies!) and we’ll also mail a postcard icon of Saint Helena. 

 

As for other yarns, knitting is painfully slow. The yellow tiny tea leaves is finished through the body but still needs a button band and sleeves. The red ruffle scarf is inching ever so slowly to that huge increase row where I'll go from 200 stitches to 600!. No chance I'm going to hit birthday deadlines. Oh, well.

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 God our Father, in obedience to you, your only Son accepted death on the cross for the salvation of mankind. We acknowledge the mystery of the cross on earth. May we receive the gift of redemption in heaven. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Go visit Ginny for more yarns of both kinds. See you there!