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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Raising Non-Conformists...


I really hadn't thought about it all that much until last week...

Ian... my 5 year old... is a real stink.  There's just no other way to say it.  I love him like nothing else in the whole world, but there are days when I flop into my bed at night... exhausted... from just looking at him! 

We recently made the decision to focus solely on Kindergarten with him next school year.  It was a tough choice to make, but I think I'm going to need every minute with him to make this work.  Consequently, we did not sign him up for music class in the fall. 

I received an e-mail from his music teacher, who is far and away the most patient person I have ever seen interact with Ian.  She told me that she hoped he would miss class so much that we would re-enroll.  She told me that Ian did not always participate, but that he had learned to not be disruptive, either.  And then she said something that struck a chord with me.  She said that she wasn't sure if you can use this word to describe a child but that maybe Ian is a non-conformist.

I have read the e-mail several times.  I have let the word, "non-conformist," roll around in my head.  I have studied Ian and thought about whether this word describes him well.  In the end, I know it does.  And here's the kicker...  I'm proud of that.

The more I thought about all of my children, the more it hit me.  We haven't just been randomly blessed with a little non-conformist.  We have intentionally raised a whole handful of them!  That's five, to be exact.

I find this sort of humorous, because to be honest I was raised to conform.  I feel like I was raised to fit in, but I'm not sure I ever really have... anywhere... and before you get all teary eyed over this let me make it abundantly clear that I am perfectly OK with that.  I like being a non-conformist.  It's not a disease!  It's who I am!

And I want my kids to fully embrace who they are.

Please don't misunderstand.  I don't want them to be disruptive.  I don't want them to be disrespectful.  I sure don't want them to be disobedient.  But I think we put a lot of pressure on kids that just isn't necessary.

I am especially interested, right now, in defining what things are really, truly important and what things aren't.  When Seth was maybe 2 years old, I started declaring that I was not going to fight with him over temporary stuff.  I have failed at this many times, but that's not the point for today.  Almost everyone I talked to about this concept was very supportive.  It's the kind of statement that looks great... on paper.  However, in recent days (years), he has decided that he does not want to have his hair cut... ever...  I'm completely fine with that.  Secretly, I like long hair on guys.  (Oops... guess I just leaked a secret on the World Wide Web)...  I have had people approach me on this subject.  It appears that long hair is a sign of the devil or something.  I surely hope these same people don't have artistic renderings of Jesus hanging in their homes, because He almost always has long hair...  Another kid made fun of Seth's "girl hair" the other day.  I think I will be forever grateful to the teenage girls and youth group leader who immediately came to his defense regarding his, "cool, Thor hair,"... not that he even knows who Thor is... Not that I did (I had to google it, just another prime example of my pop culture moron mentality)...  I did wonder if these comments would cause Seth to demand a haircut.  Not on your life...  It's OK!  He likes his hair.  We do have a few guidelines about keeping it clean and brushed when he goes out in public.  Everybody else can get over it.

I'm sure I could go into detail, example after example...

I could tell you things like I voted for Ron Paul in the primary, because when I got to the ballot box it suddenly annoyed me that the media wanted me to vote for Mitt Romney...  (No, really I just told you that because I have been carrying around bad voter's guilt for awhile now...)

I really do think we need to start determining what really counts, though.

And although I am a far cry from perfect and I sure don't have a corner on... well... most anything, I do know this one thing, for sure.  Character building matters a whole lot more than producing cookie cutter kids... and adults... and families...

Hmmm...  wonder if I could start a movement of non-conformists...  (oxymoron, right?)

Think on this, though...  An awful lot of the people who are the most determined to make everyone exactly the same would also claim to hold Scripture in high regard.  What about Romans 12: 1-2, "Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship.  Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is —his good, pleasing and perfect will" (NIV).

Do... not... conform! 

What really matters is the spiritual condition of our hearts.  Don't let this be just another one of those things that sounds good until you actually have to do something about it.  Live it.

L.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

I Miss My Mom...


This is one of those things I probably shouldn't post.

It's Mother's Day.

I had a beautiful day with my family.  There were a lot of highlights, and among the best were the moment when Grace found the wall art, mirrored keys I've been wanting for the living room (at half price no less) and decided she wanted to buy them for me, and when Caleb took me out for ice cream (using the gift card to DQ that he got for his birthday).  I enjoyed all 5 of my precious little ones, today, and it's interesting, but for whatever reason it meant more to me to be a mom today than to be celebrated for being a mom.

I called my mom.  I haven't talked to her in probably six weeks.  Nobody answered.  I left a message.

This is not unusual, and to be honest I haven't really tried to connect a whole lot in the past several years, because I'm sick of talking to the answering machine.  I have no doubt that I could try harder to be a "better" daughter.  It's not all about her. 

But tonight, she called me back.  I almost missed the call, too, because the kids forgot to tell me she tried to get through while I was putting Miah to sleep.  As it turns out, somebody arbitrarily told her to try again at 9:30, and that just happened to be a moment in which I was in the kitchen and heard the phone ring.

It's really hard for me to deal with the relational dynamics we have.  The last time I was "home" in Michigan, I had to throw the baby in a cart with my four big kids trailing behind to search for her at work, in Meijer, just to see her.  Today, when we stopped by a Meijer, Miah pointed at every sixty-something man and yelled, "Grandpa!"  She misses them, too...

So tonight I told my mom that I finished my degree program.  She asked me what my degree was in... twice... and finally asked what I could do with it.  I got the impression that she's glad that I'm done with school.  It was a good thing.  But writing about it is just coming up flat.

I'm really not sure why I'm sitting here, crying my eyes out, after having a good conversation with her.  Maybe it's because I know I probably won't talk to her for at least another month.  Maybe it's because I'm just praying that my kids will talk to me more often than that when they grow up...

L.

P.S.  Today would have been my Nana's 96th birthday, and I sure do miss her, too...

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Done...


I really can't even begin to describe how I feel at this moment.  It seems completely ridiculous, but I think I feel outrageously stressed out.  I have just submitted my final project, applied for graduation, and ordered my cap and gown.  It's all good... really good...  But if there's one thing I've learned, it's that there are different types of stress, and "good" stress can be just as intense as "bad" stress... maybe even more so sometimes...

It's been quite an adventure...

Next...

Lisa

Thursday, May 3, 2012

I'm Not Really Sure How Funny This Is...


...but it made me laugh hysterically...

From John Maxwell's, "Failing Forward"

"The Top Ten Strategies for Dealing with a Dead Horse"

1. Buy a stronger whip.
2. Change riders.
3. Appoint a committee to study the horse.
4. Appoint a team to revive the horse.
5. Send out a memo declaring the horse isn't really dead.
6. Hire an expensive consultant to find "the real problem".
7. Harness several dead horses together for increased speed and efficiency.
8. Rewrite the standard definition of live horse.
9. Declare the horse to be better, faster, and cheaper when dead.
10. Promote the dead horse to a supervisory position.
(Maxwell, 2000, 159-160).
Maxwell, John C. (2000). Failing Forward. Nashville, TN: Thomas Nelson