Riding the Wave

Hello there.  I know it has been a long while since I've posted.  In all honesty I've been wondering how to go about confronting the silence.  So, I decided just to be honest.  I have been busy.  That probably sounds bad, but, it is true.  Salve is a small business, but the bills still need to get paid.  I took a job at a school in administration.  As you know, we have quite the family (in more marvelous ways than one), but I am referring to the size of our brood.  We are a family of seven.  Salve is in transition, a shift of hellos, so to speak.  Though this is not a farewell post, I have been thinking a lot about the wonderful people who buy our products, the beautiful people who I have blogged about, and the many unique experiences of this awesome journey.  All of it has restored a confidence in me that had been lost for some time.  With the coming new year, changes are bound to appear.  I have many ideas for the future but would love to be able at some time to use the 100% of sales to help others in some way.  You might ask, why is she saying all of this and she's not even making enough in sales?  That is a valid point, but somehow I like to leave a door open to see what God wants and can  do.  He is the one who gave me the idea to start this thing in the first place.  Prayerfully, until that happens, we will continue serving the customers we do have with joy and satisfaction.  Everyday the sun rises it is a special greeting   So is the same with Salve.  We'll see where the wave takes us.  Have a wonderful day!

Cold Turkey

It's November.  The year is ending and the holidays are just warming up.  Usually at this time of the year I am rather burned out.  Thinking about mustering any energy for cooking large amounts of food and having large amounts of people over is draining at first.  I literally have to talk myself into taking up the mantle to get things done.  During the whole process there's a motivational speech in my brain on auto repeat.  Once the food is cooked, and family and friends start arriving for the day's festivities I'm fine and very grateful.  This year I am purposely setting the whining and complaining in my head aside.

From the inspiration of a dear neighbor I received last year, I've decided to have a go at purposely thinking about what I am thankful for everyday this month. This life we live is only lived once and I am quite tired of finishing the year with no gas.  When a fire is smoldering it's time to add more heat to make it roar.  This is not the typical post to anticipate the coming days but it is a real one!  For anyone who finds that they feel the same during this time of year let's get back to basics and commemorate life...one day at a time.  With all of its complexities and nuisances, this life we have been given is rich.    As I type this I can hear the chattering of my kiddos, the tapping of my fingernails on the computer, and a plane going by outside.  I am thankful for the life I have been given.  It has been a wild ride...spectacular indeed!  YOUR life is like NO other!  Happy Monday, have a wonderful day!

Presence

As cold water to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far away country. 
                                                                                        -Proverbs 25:25

Hellos require presence.  It is not merely a showing up but a being present in the moment at hand. Recently, our family had the rare pleasure of enjoying a soccer game together.  The Colorado Rapids versus the Montreal Impact was a game we were anticipating for at least two months.  On any occasion I would welcome the chance to route for my home team but this time, that, would have to wait.  The Montreal Impact are also apart of Major League Soccer.  I was watching a documentary piece about the change that came to their team earlier this year.  His name is Diedier Drogba.  A 37 year old soccer veteran who was Chelsea league's major weapon for many years is now on North American soil.  The deal was sealed earlier this year.

I knew nothing about Drogba until I married an Ivorian.  I remember my husband would talk about him constantly.  Not just the typical convo about his technique in football, (I'm sorry, it IS the real title of the sport.) but a major list of his accomplishments from uniting the country of Cote d'Ivoire to building five hospitals there.  With one foot step onto the field the Ivory Coast scored twice in the 2014 World Cup.  The teams' confidence level rose to the occasion to try again.  I had the chance to witness this same dynamism this past Saturday.  He had a free kick and punched it into the goal the 15 minutes into the first half. There was no other score for the day but an energy that remained in the stadium.  After the game, a group of Ivorians and fellow Americans clustered to the bottom of their section waving and cheering this amazing man. Some wore the colors of their home country; others waved the Ivorian flag, still others wanted their soccer balls signed.  He walked over, waved, hopped the fence, and climbed to where they were.  He shook many hands and took pictures, and returned to the locker room without his jersey.  He had given it to a fan.

My husband, and kiddos were absolutely beaming.  My youngest son who had played that day still dressed in his uniform informed me that it had been the best day ever.  I couldn't help thinking about the impact of a simple kind word or gesture...five letters in lower case...h-e-l-l-o.  Your hello carries presence.  It can cause a squashed soul to feel uplifted.  It can turn away an angry word,  It can cause a change wherever you go.  Hello Monday!  Have a wonderful day!

At the Checkout...

Hello!  It has been a long while since I've posted.  There is always movement behind the silence and so I begin.  I've been thinking about this experience I had at the checkout a couple of weeks ago.     The line for the self checkout was ridiculous so I decided to go through the express line which only had two people.  I sat my items (under fifteen, thank you very much) on the conveyor belt and waited for my turn.  As the woman ahead of me was paying for her order, a tall, well dressed, clean cut boy about 10 or 11 walked up to the check out.  He had a discounted bouquet of flowers in his hand.  There was a happy eagerness under his eyelashes that made his dark eyes glisten with delight.  This kid was on a mission.  He handed the cashier his discount card.  The checkout lady looked at me as to say apologize because the boy had cut in line.  I didn't mind letting him go on with his endeavor.  It was refreshing to see a child on a mission for something good.  As I stood there, I wondered who the flowers were for, a mom, a grandma, or a teacher perhaps.  Maybe they were for a crush at his school or in his neighborhood.  My wandering thoughts came to a sudden stop as I continued to observe what came next.  The child had an accent and didn't speak any English.  There seemed to be fumes coming off the top of the cashiers head.  Her lips were tightened together and she wore a pruney expression on her face. "Do you want the flowers or not?!", she exclaimed.  "You can't pay with that!"  He kept handing her the store discount card.   He was trying to communicate but didn't understand why the cashier wouldn't take his card.  It did resemble a credit card, especially with the thin black strip in the back.  I told the cashier that it was okay, that I would pay for his flowers.  She seemed to boil even more, shaking her head.  I smiled as he took the flowers and made his exit.  By that time a small group of onlookers had gathered around the checkout.  Some wore smug looks on their faces, Others blew off their bubbled up thoughts or emotions by dismissing what they witnessed and walking away.  As the woman swiped my items and placed them in the bag I said, "You never know the circumstance of what someone is going through."  She dismissed me as well.  I am not the hero in this story.  The hero is the boy who naively withstood disapproval for the purpose of bringing something special to another.  That, is the hello.  Sometimes hellos require courage...Have a wonderful day!

Hide and Seek

Sometimes saying Hello is like taking a deep breath and going underwater.  It requires confidence and getting comfortable with yourself.  Recently our family attended our church picnic.  I kept finding my oldest daughter off in a corner of the park almost under a huge pine tree.  Looking around the park I saw a large group of girls were having fun sitting at a big table together.  Oh in that moment how I wanted to take over so one of my precious kiddos wouldn't feel so awkward.   Instead, I went over and gave her a big squeeze.  She smiled at me as I walked away.  Usually it was my oldest son who stands sheepishly away from the group.  I looked to the other side of the park and he was squealing with glee playing with his brother and a group of kids.  I smiled and walked on.  During lunch I sat perched at a picnic table looking out for my brood.  Every so often I would do a count to check where they were.  As I looked to my right a pleasant surprise awaited.  After about 45 minutes of being solo my oldest decided to step out and say hi to an old classmate whom she hadn't seen in a while.  One Hi was all that was needed to spark possibilty.  On my second round to the BBQ she was running, laughing, and playing with everyone.  I exhaled and took a big bite of baked beans.  Happy Monday all, a fresh start to a new week.  Have a wonderful day!

Assembly Required

In order to be more than skin we have to look for more, be more, and try more.  According to worlometers.com there are 7.3 billion people on the planet and counting.  It should be automatic to be fascinated by the sheer number alone.  All those people, breathing, thinking, and moving in some way.  All of them are different and unique.  What would it look like if 7.3 billion people were exactly the same?  It would be rather static don’t you think?  7.3 billion people with the same skin tone, eye and hair color, same height, same thoughts, etc.  How exciting is that?  When I think of being fearfully and wonderfully made, I think of excitement!   I think of being in awe of my neighbor and how he or she was created differently than I am.  I think of great conversations, great food, and different experiences.  I realize it is not a perfect world, but if we put forth more effort the possibilities are infinite.

Recently on a shopping trip to a major department store I had a peculiar experience.  After completing our purchase my kiddos and I headed for the exit.  It had been an exhausting day to say the least.   Ever went shopping for school clothes solo with four children?   It is no easy feat.  My oldest was shopping with her grandma.  Upon going through the exit the alarm went off.  The sale person came over and said he needed to check our bag.  I was like great, but what can you do.  As I turned to follow him another man walked by and said, “That’s what they all do.”  I abruptly stopped and asked him if he was referring to me.  I then told him I was no thief and called him a few choice words.  Yeah, I know that part wasn’t good, but it’ll be all right.    In those moments in front of my children, my mind was reeling.  I was livid.  I could no longer shield them from ignorance.  I remember exiting and a man carrying a baby came up to me and said not to listen to that man because he was jerk.  He seemed just as irritated as I was. The front of the store was quiet.  I think people were thinking.  Maybe some dismissed what they had witnessed.  Outside the store a woman came up to us and said she was sorry for the ignorance we experienced and that all white people were not the same. 

For about two hours after that occurrence I wanted to stay mad and irritated.  The more I tried to stay in that place, the more I could not.  My mind automatically recalled all the beautiful people in my life.  Wonderful people I am blessed to know.  People from all over the world, each one different and uniquely made.  The hellos I experienced in that store stepped out to be more.  We have to go beyond to be more than the shell we are encased in.  We must assemble in our uniqueness and be willing to receive others even if a risk is involved.  Have a wonderful day!

As a Child

The amazing thing about children is they are so adaptable.  We have new neighbors that just moved in across the street.  My husband and I introduced ourselves and went along with the business that awaits parents.  Our brood of five were energetically entertaining themselves with a game called zombie tag.  It was a take on freeze tag except you play with your arms out like a zombie and your eyes squinted.  I guess there’s nothing new under the sun is there?  While peering out the window and trying to keep up with the work on my laptop I could hear them squealing with delight.  Our new neighbors have children.  One of them wanted to play.  As his mom crossed the street and gave him the ok to begin there was barely a moments’ hesitation and then he was off playing with our kids.  They ran up and down the sidewalk and lawn; laughing, yelling.  The exclusive sound of summer filled the air.  Especially after another neighbor kid busted out the super-soaker and splashed some who were not interested in a refreshing shower.  Of those splashed was our youngest daughter.  She came in the house full of emotion and brought her high pitched shrieks inside for comfort.  After reassuring her she would not melt it was time to go outside and regulate.  It was a 10 year old who was the perpetrator.  I didn’t have to say too much.  His demeanor was a non-verbal, “Aw man!” as he slumped his shoulders, dropped his head, and walked toward his house in embarrassment.  Kids are unabashedly themselves and their hellos are as genuine as some newly found tresure that had been lost in the dirt.  Have a wonderful day!

Hellos 14 and 15...Dynamic Duo

Two are better than one because they have a good reward for their labor.  For if they fall then one will lift up his companion.  But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help him up.

                                                                                      Ecclesiastes 4:9-12
                                                                                      NKJV

Ahhhh, a breath of fresh air.  How can one describe?  Perhaps it is like the kicking off of your shoes and stepping onto a carpet of soft green grass.  Maybe it’s something you think of that spreads a smile on your face.  Freshness is what comes to mind when watching Antwan & Teaya in action. They are a continuation of the many wonderful Hellos I meant at the 2015 AMTC Shine Conference. These two multi-talented siblings found they share a passion for music and dance.   The bond they share is not impaired, but, blooming.  They are on the right track.  I had the pleasant opportunity to chat with them.  Of course I had to start with Mama Bear, Yvonne.  When asked if they always got along so well, the answer was a flat no.  There was a lot of irritation with one another.  Sharing a bedroom for 9 years requires installed due diligence.  She recalled how they would blame each other if their room was dirty.   As siblings are, it sounded as if they were always at each other.   When their exasperations became too much their mom would literally make them face each other until they worked it out.  To get them to take responsibility for their behavior in their dealings with each other she would have them complete the sentence, “I was wrong when I…”  It's true any relationship takes two.  Now that we know  how they settle their differences, let’s get down to how these two became the dynamic duo of dance and sound.

At a fairly young age Teaya and older brother Antwan discovered they wanted to take dance and music more seriously.  The 1980s movie Breakin sparked their love of dance and rap.  They would watch and mimic the characters.  They seemed to be attracted to Hip Hop and so the love affair began.  They found themselves in the midst of dance battles and Hip Hop culture.  But these two are well rounded when it came to their endeavors.  Diversifying themselves they watched Cats and Lord of the Dance.  (Can I say that is really cool!)  Teaya had taken every kind of dance one can think of.   From ballet to Irish dancing she does it all.  Her brother Antwon, whose stage name is King Twan, is an avid superhero fan who specializes in beats.  He has even released released a few tracks.  They are both becoming YouTube sensations only letting their light grow brighter while shaking the mountaintop.

Their relationship has inspired me in a fresh approach to my own siblings.  As with any relationship, it is one day at a time, one foot in front of the other.  High five and congratulations Antwan and Teaya!  All your hard work is paying off in more ways than one.  Shine on!  Have a wonderful day!

Possible

It was in the air.  A buzzing of sorts, the kind where you know great things are about to take place.  There were people everywhere.  Some were practicing their monologues, others their dance moves, still others were singing.  The movie Fame had nothing on this (whew, showing my age...uh-oh).  I remember standing in the registration line for my husband because he had to attend another function.  Two is better than one, right?  As I was standing there, three women were singing opera.  There voices were amazing.  A teenage girl in front of me was preparing a short video documentary.  Others were cracking jokes and still others seemed to be in quiet contemplation.  The air was one friendliness as passersby greeted each other with a smile or a cheery hello (no pun intended).  My dad always said people are people and I do agree, but, I think we are able to be more and expect more from each other.  Watching all of these folks made me think of this blog and how important it is for people to interact with one another.  You never know how the person standing next to you or passing you by got to where they are.  Things to ponder.  It is possible.  Have a wonderful rest of your day!

Hello #13...More Than Skin

The sequence of current events in America seemed to have thrown me off for a bit.  From the stories of police brutality, the massacre at the Church in South Carolina, to America’s constant immigration issues, I almost considered nixing the blog altogether.  I asked myself,” What am I doing this for?”  I questioned whether basing a whole business concept of everyone having skin and needing to take care of it with the optimism of people taking a moment to consider the vast beauty of the human race to be crazy.  The Fatherhood campaign I was so enthused about became blurry.  All of the sudden I wanted to stop and sit in a room with the curtains closed.  Ugh! I thought to myself, REALLY!?!  Writer’s block had really set in.  I had not been able to concentrate.  This morning as my husband dragged his weary body out of bed to get ready for work I felt a steady rise of determination.  I could stall no longer. 

He kissed me goodbye and headed downstairs.  His work boots were waiting.  Thinking about him as I heard the mechanics of the garage door closing I started thinking about skin; His skin in particular.  I had always loved his skin.  It was a cloak of blackness that reminded me of the night sky away from city lights.  His skin tone always seemed to baffle people.  Some thought it was a beautiful others questioned why he was so dark.  Our kids even curiously took notice upon coming to the conclusion, “Daddy, is dark chocolate.”  They seem satisfied with their conclusions as thinking about him always seems to make them smile.  They then wanted to talk about what beautiful shade of brown they were.  One says she’s milk chocolate.  Another says he is cinnamon.  Others wanted to know what kind of brown they were.  Their questions veer a different course as they were concerned with what the other shades of people in their lives were.  “Mom, what kind of chocolate is Pastor?”  “Oh she’s white chocolate”, one says in a matter-a-fact kind of way.

Thomas is comfortable with his own skin.  On one occasion I remember a rosy colored lad with freckles.  He was sheepishly peering around his mother’s legs at the checkout.  He then looked up and asked her, “Why is he so dark?”  The look on his mother’s face was priceless.  She almost looked terrified as she looked our direction.  Her face seemed to communicate, “I don’t know how to answer this,’ along with many apologies.  Thomas looked at the lady to reassure her everything was ok.  He then proceeded to explain to the little boy how everyone was made different.  The little boy started to regard his own differences.  I’ll never forget the mood of the people around us.  It was as if everyone was holding their breath.

The sound of the garage door opening causes the adrenaline to rush in our house.  Our youngest squeals with delight, “Daddy’s home!,” she chants as she opens the door grinning ear to ear.  Her hero is home and she knows she is about to fly through the air.  “Uppy, uppy, daddy!  She raises her hands up and down while following him.  His day has been exhausting.  How exhausting?  We probably will never understand.  Still, a smile of gladness appears on his face.  The five smiling faces are the period on his sentence.  Daddy is home from work.  Watching this sequence of events everyday always makes my heart swell.  It is a special glimpse into my husband’s world as a father.

  

My Dad

Father’s day is always an interesting time of year.  Remembering my Dad is bittersweet.  Our relationship was interesting to say the least but without him I would not be who I am today.  He was a man who could cause you to dream big and look beyond the stars.  He taught me to always keep a little money in my pocket, never leave the house without a sweater or a jacket, and to always wait for a man to open the door for me even if that meant standing outside or sitting in the car for a moment.  He always said, “You have to make a man come correct.  If he can’t do that, then keep on walking.”  I didn’t go on too many dates.  The ones I did go on, there were a couple of times where I waited in the car as the light bulb clicked on in my date’s head. He would almost fumble as hurried back to the car to open my door.  After something like that would happen our minds seemed to communicate.  Oh, you’re that kind of woman.  I would smile back.  Yes, I’m that kind of lady.  Thanks Dad.  

Flex!

let us not be weary in well doing, for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

                                                                                                        Galatians 6:9 (KJV)

Parenthood ain't for punks!  My running joke is that being a mom is the toughest job you’ll ever love.  (That’s right, the Peace Corps doesn’t have anything on motherhood.)  Sure, at the end of the day it is all worth it, but what about when the peaches and cream goes sour.  In our house, we have outspoken, strong willed, explorers who sometimes push my husband and I to the very limits.  The occasional what were we thinking enters my mind on the days like this week when Monday is gone, it’s the last week of school, and there is literally nothing left to give.  Burnout has been hovering over our shoulders for at least three weeks.  It finally decides to show itself and abruptly stomp on our egos.  There is no wind behind our capes.  (Aw, MAN!)    

Having children seems to work muscles you never knew you had.  When you don’t want to get up in the morning and you do anyway, flex!  When the kiddos are demanding waffles but cold cereal is on the table, flex!  When you fire up the family mobile and drive your kids to school amid their bickering and fighting, flex!  When you’re tired of doing what you’re doing and somehow it got done anyway, flex!  To all my parental peeps, summer has arrived, you made it!  When your see your fellow parent today, slap him or her high five and say hello!  You have officially made it to Summer Break!  When you recharge your batteries a bit the adventure begins.  (Superhero anthem begins to play)  Have a wonderful day!

Hello #12...Brains?

Mom!  Guess what?  We got to look at brains today in class! The gears in my head started moving almost instantly.  I thought to myself.  Brains?  What?  (gears speeding up)  Ok, maybe they dissected a frog or something.  Then my son chimed in, “Yeah, a human one!”  (record scratches)   Wait, WHAT!  My mind then kicked into overdrive and I started to think of all the CSI episodes I had watched in college.  My oldest proceeded to tell me more.   I listened further.  “Mom, did you know there is a protective coating around the human brain and a sheep’s brain is really small."  The wheels in my head were still moving.  I had always heard sheep were dumb.  Turns out the all grade levels had a chance to view and touch the specimens. The fourth grade all the way down to the preschoolers had their chance to learn about the brain and got to experience them hands on.  I say this tongue-in-cheek, they were all grossly fascinated.  I was too.  “Tell me more, I said.”  I thought to myself, I have got to meet this woman!

Dr. Brenda Houck-Wolff is a research neuro-scientist and professor who specializes in the brain.  At the time of this interview she worked in the Department of Physiology and Biophysics at the University of Colorado Anchutz Medical Campus.  She has since moved and has accepted a position at the University of Wyoming.  Brenda is a mother of two.  Thankfully she says her schedule is flexible and she is able to tend to them if they need anything extra.  She says balance without a doubt is the most difficult thing about motherhood.   The balance between doing her career and enjoying it, time for kids, and taking time for herself is difficult at times.  Aside from those things, she says “you also have to make sure your marriage is working.”  Sometimes guilt sets in.  She loves to work out because it helps her stay sane but often thinks of her kids when she’s away.   

Through all of it, Brenda really likes being with her kiddos and hanging out with them.  She likes to see them grow and learn new things.  As a scientist she finds she is constantly analyzing their behavior.   A couple of things people may not know about her is one, she bought a baby-sitting business to pay her way through college; and two, she accomplished four Iron-Man triathlons.   How awesome is that!  Have a wonderful day!

Switch!

Hello all!  Just checking in to say we will be winding up the rest of our Mommy Hellos tomorrow.  I had the greatest time chatting with all of you wonderful ladies.  Moms and Dads hang in there Summer Break is almost here!  We're on the long stretch over here! The last 50 yards has never been so hard to run, BUT it has been fun.  On another note, I am currently interviewing some awesome fellas to celebrate fatherhood next month. Yay!  If you know any awesome Daddys please take a minute and say something nice to them.  I know it would be encouraging.  When a man steps up to the plate and decides to be a father apart from conception amazing things happen to the children they raise.  Have an awesome night!

No doubt!

Disabilities, we all have them.  Some are not seen. They go undercover poking holes at our sides.  It is amazing when we find our abilities in our disability.  We are fearfully and wonderfully MADE.  Each roadblock, setback, detour makes us all the more beautiful!  Congratulations Drew, you showed some real muscle tonight.

Hello #11...Substance

She is very beautiful to say the least.  Any outsider would probably think this woman has it all together.  She always smiles and is such a pleasure to be around.  Sometimes it’s easy to tuck our desires away and occupy ourselves with the other wonderful gifts we’ve been given.  A great husband, job, house, and travel are some to name a few, but Jinny had always wanted to be a mother.  She continually prayed in her heart for a child.  Life’s highs shifted to lows when she and her husband decided to try and get pregnant.  It was found that a cancerous cyst prevented her from conceiving.  Surgery was required to remove the cyst.  The doctor warned her that even after surgery she might not conceive.  Not moved by the news, Jinny kept believing in God’s promise.

It is something when there is a bubbling up of faith to believe for what is unseen.  The first month after the doctor released her to conceive she found that jaw dropping word… POSITIVE!   She was pregnant!  She said it was a beautiful blessing.  At 20 weeks the doctor said there could be something wrong with the baby.  They wanted to do a test of the amniotic fluid.  She decided against genetic testing.  Concerning the baby, her husband said no matter what the outcome he was thankful for the blessing from God in their child.  She felt the same.  They wanted him just the way he is.  When the doctor notified her to say the baby was fine, Jinny was neither happy nor sad at the news she received.  She was joyous at the little gift she carried and was prepared for whatever the outcome was.  Regardless of the outcome she was thankful to God for sending him the way he is.   

Nine months of carrying her bundle of joy came to an end.   After 26 hours of labor and an emergency C-section because the baby had turned and the umbilical cord was wrapped around him Jehiel Marco Johnson was born.  Saying hello to her baby was a surreal moment.  She said of his birth, “When I heard his cry all the pain went away!  It was the most beautiful moment of my life.”  She recalled putting a picture of his ultrasound in the crib next to her bed five months prior to his birth. “Loving your child is an amazing love.”  Of her son Jinny says, "Jehiel is a very loving baby.  He is always smiling"  She noticed it was important to him to see others smile.  "He makes everyone happy!” 

When asked what hello means to her, she says, “Hello is the beginning.  It’s the first thing you say to someone.  It’s the beginning  of something beautiful, something  fresh.  In Spanish we say, hola!" Jinny lives in Puerto Rico.  Have a wonderful day!

And now a word from our sponsor...tee-hee!

Hey everybody!  We're getting back into the groove of things from spending a fabulous Sunday  at Rock the Food Co-op II: Bluegrass and Brews at Conservatory Park in the Northfield Stapleton area. This was a great event for a great cause to raise money for the Northeast Community Co-op Market that is in development and will support local Colorado farmers, businesses, etc.  Yay!  For more information or to become a member go to http://www.northeastco-op.org   We also had the pleasure of chatting with many wonderful Hellos both local and from abroad.  Special shout out to Jan from Cape Cod!  You are hilarious!  Thank you Adrienne, Delicia, and Sweetie Man (that's my husband) for your assistance and prayers.

We'll resume this month's tribute to the wonderful mom's everywhere.  More awesome mama's to come.  With that said, if you know any mother's in need of a lift, a laugh, or a bit of encouragement please have them read this month.  In June it will be the Papas' turn to have some recognition for all they contribute to their families.  Have a wonderful day!

Hello #10...Rosie Jon continued

(PHEW!  Made it!  Hello everyone, sorry for the delay...yesterday was very interesting to say the least.)

As women, we do an amazing job of comparing ourselves, our bodies, jobs, and interests.  We are constantly asking, am I good enough; when God is saying SURE YOU ARE!   The introduction to this blog states that we are people beautifully created.  Why wouldn’t we be enough?  My hope for moms everywhere is for them to realize they’re worth instead of the many titles they wear.  Stepping out on a new adventure is like jumping off a cliff but very exciting.  With that said, we continue our interview with inspirational artist Rosie Jon.

Of taking on a new adventure, such as, painting she says, “God is the best encourager.  We are the ones who are too afraid,”  Once she took the first step to do what she was called to do it was like letting go and having absolute trust in Him.  “We live in a world where everything is materialistic. The definition of beauty is distorted.”  She likes to work with mixed media.  Every time she paints it’s a new experience and she learns something new.  She finds inspiration for her subjects through visions she has.  On one painting she used little square mirrors for light.  She loves to create videos through painting and is interested in film making. 

It took her forever to even upload any video from her artistic endeavors to the internet.   She recalls sitting at the computer with her toe hovering over the enter button for hours, finally deciding to press the button.  When asked how she would encourage mothers to step out, she says, “Just like how we expect our children to fall into our hands when they’re in trouble we need to fall into His hands.  We need to let ourselves be covered up by God’s love.”  She also admits stepping out takes a lot of courage and it’s not easy.  She shares from her own experience to never look back in regret.

Can you imagine the trail she is leaving for her little people follow?   She says being a mom has been a really big learning experience about God’s love, unconditional love, and what it truly means to love one another.  “Nothing is perfect but to live your life.  Perfection doesn’t exist except through Christ.  There is a huge amount of blessing you experience through it (life).”   When asked if she and her husband plan on having more kids she stated they both want a big family but want to take their time.  Two busy boys are enough for now.   Have a wonderful day!

By the way if you want more information about Rosie or  want to view more of her work please check out her website at www.rosiejon.com.  She's on twitter too ya'll!

Hello #10...Rosie Jon

Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
                                                                                         Psalm 42:7 (NIV)

Annyeonghaseyo!  That’s Korean for Hello.  Oh, if you could see the smile on my face!  I was over-the-moon at the chance to do this interview.   Every now and then something happens that literally gets your blood pumping.  You can feel a surge of energy make its journey from the bottom of your feet all the way through until it reaches your mouth in one big shout, “YES!”  It's what I felt when seeing a video post from Jesus Painter Ministries on Facebook. (See May 5 post entitled, busy, Busy, BUSY!)  The blue and white is what caught my eye.  The ocean, my favorite place to be.  Ironically enough the video was set to “Oceans” by Hillsong United which happened to be one of my most favorite songs.  The view felt so intimate.  It was as if I was perched on her shoulder watching her paint.  The movement of her toes, holding the brush was like a dance between paint and canvas.  It took my breath away. Then came the tears.  First drops and then a steady stream of salty water dripping down my chin.  My two youngest were with me at the time.  Their big brown eyes were also in awe of what they were seeing and they were concerned with the sudden flood of water on my face.  “Is mommy sad”, asked my two year old.  It was quite the opposite.  God is good.

Rosie Jon is a descendant of Korean parents.  She was born in the UK.  She is a wife, mother of two, and as of a little over a year ago inspirational artist.  Amazing things happen when we decide to say yes.  Through the course of her life I believe yes has pushed her to this point.  The fact she doesn’t have the full length of her arms is minimal compared to the fact that on a daily basis she is willing not just to live, but pursue what she is called to do.  Her mom had a vivid dream of her grandmother opening a big book to reveal her name.  Of the dream Rosie says,"It was that dream that gave her clear understanding that God had a great plan for her from the very beginning."  As a little girl she was very determined.  Stubborn, she was driven to achieve greater things.   Her way of proving to the world she could do more than what they thought she could was to go for it!  Everyone expected her to go to art school.  Instead, she pursued a degree in math and computer science where she meant her husband. 

The destination of standing at the edge of a canvas is recent.  While feeling a nudging to paint she joined CBS, Community Bible Study which led her to meet Cindy Halsted of We want more.org.  Cindy invited her to a woman’s retreat and asked her to paint.  It was a little more than a year ago Rosie stood on her left leg for an hour and a half painting the vision of what she saw;  Jesus smiling.  Of this new passion she says she just wants to use her gifts the way He wants her to.  To not be afraid and basically go for it! 

One of the definitions of joy is a source or cause of great happiness.  It amazes me that when we find ourselves doing what were called to do it propels us into worship because it allows the Gifts God has been given to flow from the source…Him.  Return, we’ll have more about Rosie tomorrow.  Have a wonderful day!

Note:  I misquoted Rosie in saying her Grandmother had the dream.  It was actually her mother's dream.  Thanks!

REWIND…Hello #2 (officially) Yay!

Remember the wonderful lady who was like the child whisperer to both my kiddos who were melting down before entering school.  Her name is Christine.  She has three kiddos of her own and is very active in the PTO (Parent Teacher Organization) at Monarch Montessori.  You wouldn’t know it by seeing her.  She does not flaunt who she is or what she has done to help the school.  She is PTO by her actions. With gentle, purposeful interaction she tries to make everyone feel comfortable and welcomed.  That was certainly the case for me on more than one occasion.  There is also more than a few people who think she is great person too.  More about that in a little bit.

Christine found Monarch and “totally fell in love with it because it fit.”  Her daughter had a hard time adjusting to traditional learning.  She was enrolled in a private school.  Everyday her daughter would melt down before class because she didn’t want to go.  This is one of the reasons why she has such empathy for other parents because she’s been there.  At Monarch there is such a sense of community.  The school rallied around her and supported her and her kids while going through a nasty divorce.  The whole Montessori philosophy of teaching kids order and how to focus on a task to see it through to completion was two-fold.  It taught her kids how to be more independent which helped out at home. 

Christine became a room-mom which ultimately lead to her joining the PTO.  She attended outreach gatherings and helped organize a Trunk or Treat event at the school that brought over 200 parents, students, and staff together.  She wishes parents would get more involved in school because the teachers work so hard.  She says of the PTO, “It connects students and teachers.  It also helps bridge the primary school to the charter school.”

Besides being a loving mom of three and a major supporter of her kiddos, she also has much going on behind the scenes.  Isn’t that the case with all moms?  She is also a seamstress and designer.  She learned to sew when she was a little girl.  Growing up she always liked fashion.  She became a stylist for professional athletes.  The job taught her a lot about fabric. Most athletes as she says are, “crazy unproportioned”.  As a stylist she wore many hats.  Her girls loved frill and so she designed their bedrooms.   A friend asked her to make the drapes for a hotel down town.  With success and five sewing machines she is forming her own business step by step.  One thing she says people don’t know about her is that she is really shy and nerdy.   

When asked what hello means to her she says, “It could mean so much.  It says you’re interested in knowing about others.  Hope your day is beautiful orI’m wishing you the best for your day!”  She wants others to feel comfortable.  Maybe by saying hi to others their day might not be so grumpy.  I couldn't agree more!   Have a wonderful day everyone!

Celebrate!

Happy Monday all!  This month we will continue to celebrate by posting amazing stories about amazing women who have the pleasure of calling themselves mom. Tomorrow we'll wind up our posts about some of the wonderful people from Monarch Montessori.  This one is a busy mother of three who takes time to be involved in the PTO.  I wanted to spend some time interviewing ladies who are also mothers.  So many times in the case of motherhood the heart of a woman, who she is, and the gifts she possesses takes a backseat to chauffeur, cook, nurse, etc.  Who are these awesome mamas?  What do they enjoy?  What has been the success and challenges in motherhood?  Is there anything about them you do not know?  Of course there is!  My grandmother used to say still water runs deep.  We'll find out what currents are swirling beneath the surface.  Have a wonderful day!

Hello #9...Walk it Out

You'll usually find Rob Clements in his favorite spot:  assisting teachers with the Drive Line.  It is a kind of valet to facilitate kids and their parents.  Parents drive through. Their car doors are opened to a friendly face who greets both child and parent.  For kids, they are received into their day with a smile and parents have the reassurance their children are in good hands.  What a way to begin a school day!       

Mr. Clements is used to providing kids with an introduction to their day.  He previously worked for Adventure Trek an organization that took kids into beautiful remote areas of the U.S. wilderness to ultimately teach them life skills and how to build relationships.  It was a dream job that combined his love for the outdoors with teaching others how to become more independent and thrive.  He became a small businesses consultant who advised businesses to improve their function by building strong communities, so they could survive the recession.  As the journey continued, he applied for a random job listing in education. 

Walking out the dream sometimes requires leaving the path your on and starting a new one.  The theme of independence and thriving along with building things to last has become a concrete theme to follow.  The trail continues, after working at a couple of schools with major successes and one who was resistant to the possibilities involved with change he landed a job at Monarch Montessori.  He knew nothing about how a Montessori school functioned but had to assess what worked and what needed fine tuning.    Monarch was open for change for better without interrupting the true character of Montessori and its curriculum. 

Rob oversees two institutions within one school.  First steps and charter are actually two separate entities; daycare and academics.  Bottom line, find money for it and a school can grow.  Financing is critical.  Rob says, “Most charter schools fail because of lack of funding.”  Regular principals usually come from the classroom.  He is in charge of the business aspect of the school.  He creates the budget for successful programs such as Super Kids reading program!  He is the manager of finance. 

Leadership must be versatile.  A person’s ego has to be swiftly kicked to the side.  He says the hardest thing about schools is that they are full of people.  “You can’t get anything done unless there’s a relationship.  It takes a lot of time and goals to create a sense of family.”  Along with valet, add mediator, host, (Coffee with Mr. Rob is a place for parents to ask questions and get answers about what’s happening at school).   He can also add school nurse to his repertoire. (He cleaned up a nasty cut my son received at school.  He thoroughly explained how it would heal and it was my choice if I wanted to take him home.  He was so calm in handling the situation.  I felt comfortable letting my son continue his day at school.  His finger healed up fine by the way.) 

As someone who oversees Monarch Montessori he wants parents to know, “He doesn’t have all the answers.”  Rob wants the school to be a better place for every child.  For him hello means is a beginning.  “It’s like having a blank slate to build upon.”   He also feels it is really important to give everyone a new beginning.   If know a good principal, conventional or otherwise, take some time to say hello their  jobs are not easy but worth it.  Have a wonderful day!

Hellos 7 and 8...Caped Crusaders!

Ideal teachers are those who use themselves as bridges over which they invite their students to cross, then having facilitated their crossing, joyfully collapse, encouraging them to create bridges of their own.

~Nikos Kazantzakis

Upon meeting Ms. Grace for the first time I felt a combination of excitement and intimidation.  As a mother one can feel in her gut when something good or bad is on the horizon.  In this case it happened to be something great.   Ms. Grace exudes a certain type of confidence and that pushes her class to possess a certain poise when it concerns their education.  You almost want to stand up a bit taller when she comes into the room.  She is quick minded, witty, and sharp; just the perfect qualities to keep fourth graders on their toes.  Coming from a background of educators she was destined to become a teacher.  Her grandfather was the first African-American educator in New Jersey.  She likes teaching fourth grade because she can talk to them more candidly.  Also, she likes working with kids who are reading to learn rather than learning to read.   Such is the case with children in lower grade levels.  When asked how having children has affected her in class she says, “ It helped her better understand the age group and what they’re going through.  It makes you fearless.”   At home it helps her learn to pick and choose her battles.  Having a fourth grader at home she has an inside view of what’s trending in the fourth grade. Her son helps her understand MindCraft.

Every superhero needs a sidekick.  For Ms. Grace that would be Ms. Leslie.  She is laid back yet not one to be a pushover.  She reminds me of my dear friend April who was from North Dakota; very earthy with a great sense of humor.  Ms. Leslie has taught music and also comes from a family of educators.  She worked as a substitute for Monarch before Ms. Grace kidnapped her and asked her to be her assistant teacher.  Leslie always saw herself working with younger children, but was up for the challenge.  Being a teacher’s assistant she has learned none of the kids are that different when it comes to their emotional needs.  At home it has taught her to pay more attention to her child’s needs.

These educators make an awesome team.   When asked what they want parents to know concerning their children Ms. Grace responded by saying, “Don’t freak out!  This will pass (She’s told me that!).  Kids are just learning how to be people.  All children secretly want to do well.   “They’re learning about community”, says Ms. Leslie.  When asked what hello means to them Ms. Grace recalls living in Senegal for two years.  It is a Muslim country and the primary salutation for hello is As-salamu alakum which means peace be with you.  She found that people wished greetings of peace upon arriving and departing and thought it was very interesting.  For Ms. Leslie hello is always a chance to make a new friend.  She also say’s, “It’s good to have interaction and say hello”. 

Much gratitude is wished to these two awesome women, all the hard working teachers at Monarch Montessori, and all the teachers around the world.  Please, keep on keeping on.  They are the awesome people who pour tirelessly into our kids everyday.  Thank you so much for ALL you do seen and unseen.  Happy Teacher’s Appreciation Week ladies and gents everywhere.  Have a wonderful day!  (Hope to have a picture of these two ladies soon! AHEM!)

busy, Busy, BUSY!

HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO EVERYONE! The beautiful thing about blogging is that it is all about real life.   Last week was a whirl wind of wonderful activities.  We had a great week in sales and productively.  We helped the preschoolers at Monarch Montessori make foot scrub for a special mother's day event.  They were all so cute, with their big, curious eyes. I hope to have photos soon but I need to check on that.  I interviewed two awesome people for the blog.  Next, family life...We had three soccer games, a birthday party, and even a flat tire. Still to come more posts about the awesome Monarch Montessori and the wonderful women we will be celebrating ALL month!  Until then, I found an amazing video that is just propelling me forward even more. Whenever you think you can't THINK AGAIN!  Would love to interview this woman!  Until next time, have a wonderful day!

Leadership...Hmm

Leadership is no easy task, especially for those who run our schools.  If your child is blessed to attend a good school stop by the pricinipals office to say "Hi", or write a note expressing your appreciation for their work behind the scenes.  A leader should enhance the character behind the institution he or she represents and push it forward to be even more.  The following is an excerpt from "Five Unconventional Characteristics of Effective Leaders"  written by Christian Muntean on July 23, 2013 for Beyond-Borders.com  Enjoy!  Have a wonderful day!

Unconventional Leadership Characteristics

Unconventional leaders are differenet because they actively engage these struggles. They cultivate the following personal characteristics:

• Courage: With courage, the right thing will be done even if it proves personally difficult for the leader. Courage is what propels a leader to take an unpopular, but right, stand. Courage is what enables good leaders to make decisions in times of uncertainty and ambiguity. Courage is what allows good leaders to acknowledge and grow from mistakes.

• Integrity: This means two things – one is honesty. A willingness to be known authentically. The other is a sense of ‘soundness’ or ‘solidness.’ Quotes, proposals, partnerships, product, services can all be trusted. Not because of good sales or websites – but because there is a consistency in quality and service.

• Stewardship: The core concept of stewardship is the deep understanding that “I don’t own all of this – I’m accountable to someone.” Even for the private business owner, your staff invest 40 of the best hours of their week for your business. Your customers have invested trust in you. Ethical leaders operate from a sense of stewardship and so they don’t just do whatever they want. They are aware that are responsible to others.

• Humility:  As referred to above, Jim Collins discovered the ‘difference that made the difference’ between consistently high performing organizations and all others was the presence of humility in leadership. Highly successful organizations had leaders who were experienced by others as personally humble but fiercely ambitious for the good of their organizations.  So, this isn’t head drooping, shoulder slumping, milquetoast humility. This was, essentially, a kind of humility that comes out of a person who says “I’m working for you.” As opposed to “You are working for me.”

• Care for Others: Ultimately, co-workers, staff, customers, clients, beneficiaries – all want to know that you actually care about them. The presence of that care allows an environment where people can flourish. The lack of it attracts people who, for lack of choice or unresolved personal issues are either willing to be abused or enjoy learning how to become abusers. Strong words – but a work environment where people don’t feel valued or cared for is essentially that. It is using people and people experience being used as abuse.

A Thought Experiment

Reflect back on the leader who has most frustrated or dissappointed you. How many of the above tendencies did they demonstrate? How many of the above characteristics? I'd be willing to wager that these negative leadership experiences were defined more by leaders who gave into tendencies then leaders who had forged their character. 

Now reflect on the leader you admire most. My guess is this individual probably demonstrated more of the above character traits as opposed to giving in to tendencies.

Character matters in a practical, functional way. It isn't just a question of preferance. As leaders - we lead out of who we are. We influence out of who we are. The more power or influence we have – the more of ‘who we are’ is magnified. That’s why it matters, as leaders, that we take seriously the cultivation of our character. Others depend on it.

- See more at: http://www.beyond-borders.com/articles/five-unconventional-characteristics-effective-leaders/#sthash.1Sf6QDbU.dpuf

Butterflies, Mommy!

 Last week my daughter was flipping through the channels and stumbled onto PBS.  A documentary about butter flies, how fitting.  Images of delicate Monarch butterflies were fluttering through the air.  Our whole family hunkered down onto the couch or found a chair.  Two of us were sprawled out on the floor.  Our two year old exclaimed, “Butterflies mommy!”  My husband was even enthralled.   Indeed, we were in awe.  From their beginnings as caterpillars to the chrysalis phase, to the wiggling out the journey of a butterfly is truly a phenomenon.    Their journey consists of over two thousand miles to reach their final destination.  Along the way they face weather difficulties, predators, and insecticides. The way they fly isn’t necessarily productive.  They tend to use more energy than stored to move.  Instinctively they wait on the wind so they can glide through the air.  On their journey they transformed the sky and even the trees when their destination was complete.   The orange and black of their wings on the trees was a peculiar yet beautiful sight.

The utter joy is in the struggle.  Children move and grow in spectacular ways.  Their newness allows each to be completely in the moment while also learning at the same time.   They begin their school careers innocently.  Each is a pallet waiting to be used as a beginning to create their future.  Some kids are eager, and willing to learn right away, others cannot stand the thought of being away from home.  The spectacular capabilities of children need to be drawn out of them.   An ideal school setting needs to enhance each child, highlight their strengths, and improve their weakness in a way that flows naturally.  When I think about such a transformation I think about a wonderful place called Monarch Montessori. 

I’m not going to go in depth about what a Montessori school is but I will however highlight the qualities of an excellent place for children to begin, learn, and grow.  The whole institution from the staff at the front desk, Joe the maintenance man, the administrators, teachers, and parents (with the encouragement from those listed above) operate with one focus; to support what pertains to children in school and at home, individually and socially.  I had the pleasure of speaking with some of the amazing staff at the school.  Over the next few days I will be sharing their hellos and why they chose their occupation.  Until tomorrow, have a wonderful day!

(The PBS special NOVA: Journey of the butterflies was used as a reference in this post.)

Hello #6...Finally!

"For this child I prayed and the Lord has granted me my petition."  1 Samuel 4:27

Childbirth is truly a miracle.  According to the CDC one in eight women has trouble getting pregnant or sustaining a pregnancy.  Carrying a growing child in the womb is truly a wonder. They begin the size of a pen dot and in 9 months grow into amazing little people, phenomenonal.  The desire to have children can be overwhelming.  I can remember starting to have an intense desire to have children in my late twenties.  The thought almost consumed me.  I had always wanted a family even a child.  It is something when a woman’s biological clock kicks into overdrive.  Having a deep desire to have children and not being able to can be unbearable.  This was the case for Amber.   After many tries for a total of eight years, five in vitro fertilization treatments, many pregnancy tests, and two miscarriages later she found out she was PREGOS…with twins! 

Can you imagine the elation and utter reserve in that?  Another pregnancy after two miscarriages, Amber was cautiously optimistic until she was well into her pregnancy.  Sadly seven weeks into her journey with her little people, only one heartbeat could be heard on the monitor.  As the reminder of past pain absorbed back into her body life was also growing there too.  She was ecstatic about finally carrying a little one but guilty about the loss.

The struggle to carry this baby continued.  She swelled a lot because of edema, was diagnosed with gestational diabetes and a slight case of preeclampsia.  With an induced labor at 37 weeks and three pushes later Jackson Adoniya was born.  She said the whole experience was surreal.  She looks at him and still can’t believe he belongs to her.  For Amber hello means the start of something new.  To all of those wanting children of their own and cannot, there is always hope.  These small bundles may not come idyllically the way one thought they might arrive.  However they get here, through the womb or by adoption oh the ride you'll be on when they finally get to you!  Have a wonderful day!

A Parent's Hello

Anyone with kids knows that every day brings something different; a lot of joy and sometimes, yes sometimes a “what was I thinking!?!”  Parenting, with all its many challenges is a call to persist.  When the day is almost done and we feel there is nothing else to give, daybreak comes and we gather the strength to do it all again.   Sometimes the day is mere joy; at other times chaotic.  Regardless of its triumphs and challenges the sunny smiles and cheesy grins of our children is an invitation to the unknown.  What are the thoughts behind their little faces?  What will their eyes see today?  How will we respond to the mystery of the many gifts a day brings?

Beautiful and unique, each one has a special way of touching our heart.  My oldest daughter is becoming a social butterfly.  Everyday the saga continues at school.  Her creativity makes me smile and her concern for others is delightful.  Our oldest son has a watchman’s eye.  He says the morning prayer over our family before school.  He continually reminds his oldest sister to put on her seatbelt.   He is diligent and chivalrous.  Lately he’s been a bit temperamental.  Our youngest son seems to have developed a complex.  He thinks he is too short.  Little does he know that when he does a cartwheel it takes my breath away because it is graceful and perfect.   The way he cares for his youngest sister is so delicate.  His laugh epitomizes glee.   Next, our second to the youngest daughter has middle child syndrome.  She wants to be the youngest.   Her eye for detail is amazing.  She has a unique ability to find anything that is lost in our house.  Her big brown eyes emerge and express her discovery before her mouth has said a word.  Finally our youngest, she is very aware of her position.  She is the last of the chubby cheeked munchkins we will experience.  If I could just get that girl to go to the potty without assistance it would be a miracle!  She knows how to go potty all by herself.  She just wants to take me with her when she goes.  It’s like a meeting in the Water Closet.  Turns out she just wants some company.  No one can say hello better than a child.

The Little People!

April is all about the kiddos.  I've been busy with my own...Yay!  I've also been busy interviewing for more posts concerning children...yay again!  I'm also collecting quotes from kids; they say the darndest things.  I Found this poem by Debra S. Higginbotham click below to view.  Captures the experience of little people precisely!  Have a wonderful day!


Messy Fingers, Children Poem

It all comes together...again

I posted this without the second paragragh! I guess it would be nice to know how things came together... I'll just stack it up to mommy brain and Have a wonderful day! (edited 4/13/15)

Amid the hustle of life it is easy to get sidetracked from what really matters.  We're so busy run, run, running that we forget about the things that count until we slam SMACK into the wall of reality.  Kids are great at making us wake up to what counts.  Yesterday in the rush of getting my boys to soccer practice I thought to myself,  "here we go again."  The youngest were  melting down were melting down...at the same time.  My oldest son was mad about something minor and didn't want to get in the van.  My youngest son was busy practicing his moves in the garage.  My oldest daughter was the only one who did what I asked.  Finally, after everyone was buckled into the van my two year old says, "Mommy, I need shoes!"  Ugh!  I run in, grab her shoes and we're off!  Burn baby burn!  Meanwhile inside the van I proceed to lecture the group about how we need to be more organized and be a team as I am zipping in and out of traffic   Blah, blah, blah is all they hear.  I can tell because they have that comatosed look on their faces; all except my youngest.  Her head is dangling at  an odd angle because she is sleeping.  We get to practice.  The boys pile out and I let out and exhale; made it!

 Later that day my oldest daughter made a friend with a girl who seemed rather shy.  She was picking flower blossoms and all my girls ran to meet her.  She offered them flowers.  They all seemed elated to play.  As the sun started setting, these new friends were running around the park searching for new adventures.  They were in and out of the huge pine trees and running up and down the grassy hills.  My boys were learning to work as a team. Their coach had made them pair up for drills.  At first their movements seemed akward.  More fast than slow their foot work became more fluid.  Their confidence in each other and their own ability emerged along with their smiling faces.  On the way home the van was silent.  Two of my kiddos were sleeping; two more were gazing out the window at the night lights going by, and the fifth was chattering all about the adventures she would have at the next practice.  With the click of the garage door opener we're home.  Each one slowly gets out of the car sleepy and hungry.  My husband carries two sleepy heads in.  I push the button on the wall to close the garage.  Every time this happens at the end of the day it always feels like a period on a sentence.  Made it.

It takes a village...

Happy Easter weekend to all of you!  He is RISEN!  It's Monday and we're baaaack!  We've dedicated April to all the little people we know and love. From the quirky things they say to all the beautiful gifts they possess there is NEVER a dull moment when they are around.  We will also share about what others see in our children when they are away from us by dedicating a whole week to some of the executive staff, teachers, and PTO of Monarch Montessori School of Denver.  What does it look like when people who share a passion for kids pour into their lives.  Why did they choose to work with kids?  What are some of the challenges our kids are facing away from home and what can parents do to improve their relationship with those who serve their kids everyday in some way?  These amazing people have stories too!  Have a wonderful day!

Little Flowers

Sometimes the core of who we are gets lost along the way.  It’s good to remember the freshness of youth.  One day I was sitting at the kitchen table.  My five-year-old ran up to me, grabbed me around my shoulders with all her might, and buried her nose in my hair.  It smelled of lavender.  I often put lavender oil in my hair after washing and conditioning because I love its scent.  I am amazed at the lovely smell from such a small flower.   She breathed in deep, with the whole of her little body and what she said next made me smile and cry.  She said, “Mommy, I want to live in your hair!”  She seemed to be elated and described at length how she would live in my hair and what that whole experience would incur.  A child’s mind is so beautiful.  They often say what’s on their minds with no inhibitions, no motive, and no rehearsal.  They are 100% in the moment and often wonder why we are not.

There have been several times in life where the hustle and noise of life made me stop and think about the little girl I once was.  I remember our family was going through some difficulties.  At the time I was about ten or so.  On this particular day I was fed up with my ten year old life.  I remember going outside.  We lived in a huge apartment complex.   So sometimes I would just walk around, think, and explore.  It was windy that day; really windy.   I remember looking up a lot.  At the blue and the clouds I wondered to God.  After a while I returned home.  Determined, I wrote a letter on a plain sheet of white paper with a red Sharpie marker because it was all I could find.  I folded it up, addressed it to God with a handmade stamp in the upper right corner.  Confident, letter in hand, I returned to the wind outside.  Standing in the middle of the parking lot I remember raising my arm straight up to the sky, closing my eyes and opening my fingers.  I remember standing there watching it blow up and away through the air.  I felt satisfied.  I went back inside.  A few months ago I found myself asking where is THAT girl.  Did she still exist?

What is it about children that make them fierce and delicate at the same time?  They are bold, uninhibited, precious little people with huge hearts…literally walking oxymorons.  Such a beautiful scent from such small flowers!  Have a wonderful day!

Breakers

Ah, Friday!  We made it!  This late afternoon I will pick up my not-so-little ones and we will begin our retreat away from school. Spring break!  Though there will be no palms trees or breaking waves we can all sleep in past 6am and I am SO looking forward to THAT!  To further commemorate Spring here's a poem by Robert Frost.  Have a wonderful weekend!

 A Prayer in Spring

by Robert Frost

 Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today,

And give us not to think so far away

As the uncertain harvest; keep us here

All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,

Like nothing else by day; like ghosts by night;

And make us happy in the happy bees,

The swarm dilating round perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird,

That suddenly above the bees is heard,

The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,

And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,

The which it is reserved for God above,

To sanctify to what far ends He will,

But which it only needs that we fufil.

Fresh!

Fresh!  And I'm not talking about the funky get your groove on type either.  It's officially Spring.  Every season is a new beginning.  Let the flowers bloom and the trees bud!  Yay!  In April we'll be dedicating our blog to posts about children, kids, and all the knuckleheads we love!  They are ornery, wonderful, ever changing and there's always something fresh happening with them.  We will explore, what it's like to greet babies for the first time, interview teachers about what they see in the kids they teach, parents and their experiences and challenges, etc.  We'll keep you posted!  Sorry, I couldn't resist...Have a wonderful day!

The Little Things

Those insignificant moments we share with one another are like little greetings.  They are small knocks upon the doors of our hearts that remind us why we love our spouses, children, and friends in the first place.  I found this poem and thought I would share it with you.  Have a wonderful day!

(Originally posted Valentine's Day 2015.)

 

Windchime

By Tony Hoagland 

 

She goes out to hang the windchime

in her nightie and her work boots.

It’s six-thirty in the morning

and she’s standing on the plastic ice chest

tiptoe to reach the crossbeam of the porch,

 

 

windchime in her left hand,

hammer in her right, the nail

gripped tight between her teeth

but nothing happens next because

she’s trying to figure out

how to switch #1 with #3.

 

 

She must have been standing in the kitchen,

coffee in her hand, asleep,

when she heard it—the wind blowing

through the sound the windchime

wasn’t making

because it wasn’t there.

 

 

No one, including me, especially anymore believes

till death do us part,

but I can see what I would miss in leaving—

the way her ankles go into the work boots

as she stands upon the ice chest;

the problem scrunched into her forehead;

the little kissable mouth

with the nail in it.