Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Thank You to Mitt
I felt the need today to write a little card to Mitt Romney. Not that my little voice matters. But I can only imagine how hard it would be to campaign and fight and work for something you truly believe in and then one day it is all just over. It has to be so heartbreaking. I just wanted him to know it was for a reason and that he was appreciated. That for me, he made a difference. I wrote...
Dear Gov. Romney, November 7, 2012
Today, amidst the disappointment over yesterday's election, I have an overwhelming sense of gratitude for you. If you ask my family and friends I was always the one to avoid politics. I didn't trust politicians or their motives. But with you I saw a love of your country and it's citizens as your motivation. I saw what a sacrifice it was for you and your family and yet you submitted to the rigors of a campaign because you cared and saw how you could help.
I just wanted you to know for me, while I really wish you were my president, your campaign was still a success. You made me believe that there are still good people out there whose motivation is to do good, not just gain power. You made me take my role as a citizen of this nation more seriously. You made me appreciate the good in America so much more. I will forever be grateful to you for that.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for caring about me, the little guy, enough to uproot your life in the pursuit of trying to give people like me a chance. You and your wonderful wife will clearly do good where ever it is you go or whatever you do. You have my best wishes and prayers on your behalf. Thank you again for making a difference.
Sincerely,
Sarah Young
Election Results
I would be lying if I said I didn't find myself crying in the shower this morning after hearing the results of yesterday's election. The economy has been so hard on our family over the last four years. Justin was laid off from a great job at Yahoo after the economy went bust. We scraped by for 14 months, unable to find a new job, eating from our food storage, living on severance and me working to fill in the gaps. We took a job a single man would have a hard time supporting himself on, much less a family of six and tried to be grateful for it. We have fought hard to hang on to and be responsible for a house that the current market has decimated in value. Then taking the leap of trying to start a new business to better our lives and getting slammed with outrageous small business taxes. It's just so hard because it seems like the harder we work, the harder we try, the more we get beat down. I had hope for something different for this country. But now with four more years of the current state ahead of me, hope seems distant and the thought of looking forward to what we have just been through makes me weary. But I am going to put on my big kid pants, continue to be a fighter and try to hope. For this country and for this president. And at the end of it all know that even if everything else fails me, my God never will.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Thrown Under the Bus
Last night at dinner I told Maryn and Brynna I needed to talk to them about something. During the car ride to school, one of their friends was telling a story. He described how he walked into a room at a recreational facility once and it was "full of nothing but fat nerds." I didn't feel it was my place to censor him, but I made a mental note to talk to the girls later about it. My exact words later that night were "Please do not say anything to your friend about this. I know his heart is good, it was a mistake and it is not your place to tell your friend what to say anyways. But I hope both of you know that I never want you labeling people like that or describing them in such a mean way." I asked them how they would feel if someone took one look at them and labeled them in such a negative way.
I thought it was a good teaching moment...fast forward to this morning. Justin got home from doing the carpool run this morning and said "Maryn threw you under a VERY heavy bus this morning!" I wondered what she could have said about me? Apparently as soon as she had her friend's attention this morning she said "My mom doesn't like the things you say!" Nice. Maybe she forgot the first request before the conversation was not to say anything to her friend. Turkey. Now I look like the bad guy!
I thought it was a good teaching moment...fast forward to this morning. Justin got home from doing the carpool run this morning and said "Maryn threw you under a VERY heavy bus this morning!" I wondered what she could have said about me? Apparently as soon as she had her friend's attention this morning she said "My mom doesn't like the things you say!" Nice. Maybe she forgot the first request before the conversation was not to say anything to her friend. Turkey. Now I look like the bad guy!
Motherhood
I decided just now, sitting waist-high in piles of laundry needing to be folded, that motherhood is good for me. It seems crazy and most days I feel spread so thin...but it has humbled me. For someone who used to have such rigid ideals...every piece of laundry must be ironed before hanging, every bump in a ponytail must be smoothed, no one could see my house dirty or face bare. It was suffocating. Being mother to four daughters, while at times felt like it would break me, has freed me. To just be me. Out of sheer and complete necessity. Because there is no more energy for pretense. And all I have left to give is the purest, most honest form of myself.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Different In All The Right Ways
My daughters' education is really important to me. I have tried to do what I can as a parent to facilitate the importance of learning being imprinted in their young minds. I am no rocket scientist. But over the years I have learned that I am a whole lot smarter, stronger and tenacious than I ever gave myself credit for growing up. I wonder what could have been if I would have believed in myself? What potential I could have tapped? (With that said, I firmly believe it's never too late to turn a new leaf. I don't live in the past.) So when what is coming home from my daughter's school is invitations to test for the gifted program or straight A report cards, I find myself proud of them. Proud of them for taking the wonder of learning seriously. For caring to give their full potential a chance at coming to fruition.
But then I have those moments where my pride is magnified even further, when I realize that my girls are growing not only into good students, but good people. They are not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. None of us are. But their cores contain amazing goodness. In them I see people who aren't afraid to march to the beat of their own drum, regardless of what the crowd is doing. I see people who are willing to do the right thing. People who have their priorities, even at this young age, straight.
One night as Justin and I were sitting on the couch, after the girls had gone to bed, we talked about all the ways they were different than other kids their age. Like how Maryn isn't concerned with being popular, she is concerned with being herself and seeking to be a friend to the friendless. She had a tough time last year navigating the social world of school. This year she made the decision all on her own, to go into this year with her head held high. Confident in who she is. It doesn't bother her if girls are dramatic or if her best friends at school are guys. She is comfortable with who she is and what she does.
Brynna wondered out loud one day "Why do people make a big deal out of what you wear? You go to school to learn. It's not a fashion show!" This is the child that fought me on uniforms last year and now loves them. I have had people tell me years ago "Oh wait until they get to those years where all they want is Abercrombie and Justice!" I got sucked into the labels when I was younger and the labels never brought me happiness. I am glad that Brynna is learning that what is important is not what is superficially projected from the outside, but what we are nurturing on the inside. One of her goals this year is to be a STRIVE student. STRIVE is a program at the kids' school that seeks to teach and develop positive character traits. STRIVE students are those chosen out of the student body that exemplify the purpose of the program. I'm glad Brynna knows that it's important to take care of our bodies and our appearance. But what we look like doesn't make us a better person.
One day the girls and I were watching videos about an outreach in India that supports leper colonies in bettering their lives. (Rising Star Outreach) When Maryn was a baby I sponsored one of those sweet kids and yearned to be able to go to India and volunteer. As our family grew and my focus turned to them, that dream grew distant in my mind. So it was really cool, all these years later, sitting there with my daughters watching these videos and seeing the same spark ignited in them. Maryn said it would be good to sponsor one of those kids for Christmas instead of getting a bunch of presents. We talked about how we could develop our talents to help bless the lives of others. We daydreamed of all of us going together someday. That moment made my heart full.
And grateful.
That in a world that tries to pigeon-hole you, define you and tell you who you are supposed to be, I have daughters who are learning to be themselves. To be different in all the right ways.
But then I have those moments where my pride is magnified even further, when I realize that my girls are growing not only into good students, but good people. They are not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. None of us are. But their cores contain amazing goodness. In them I see people who aren't afraid to march to the beat of their own drum, regardless of what the crowd is doing. I see people who are willing to do the right thing. People who have their priorities, even at this young age, straight.
One night as Justin and I were sitting on the couch, after the girls had gone to bed, we talked about all the ways they were different than other kids their age. Like how Maryn isn't concerned with being popular, she is concerned with being herself and seeking to be a friend to the friendless. She had a tough time last year navigating the social world of school. This year she made the decision all on her own, to go into this year with her head held high. Confident in who she is. It doesn't bother her if girls are dramatic or if her best friends at school are guys. She is comfortable with who she is and what she does.
Brynna wondered out loud one day "Why do people make a big deal out of what you wear? You go to school to learn. It's not a fashion show!" This is the child that fought me on uniforms last year and now loves them. I have had people tell me years ago "Oh wait until they get to those years where all they want is Abercrombie and Justice!" I got sucked into the labels when I was younger and the labels never brought me happiness. I am glad that Brynna is learning that what is important is not what is superficially projected from the outside, but what we are nurturing on the inside. One of her goals this year is to be a STRIVE student. STRIVE is a program at the kids' school that seeks to teach and develop positive character traits. STRIVE students are those chosen out of the student body that exemplify the purpose of the program. I'm glad Brynna knows that it's important to take care of our bodies and our appearance. But what we look like doesn't make us a better person.
One day the girls and I were watching videos about an outreach in India that supports leper colonies in bettering their lives. (Rising Star Outreach) When Maryn was a baby I sponsored one of those sweet kids and yearned to be able to go to India and volunteer. As our family grew and my focus turned to them, that dream grew distant in my mind. So it was really cool, all these years later, sitting there with my daughters watching these videos and seeing the same spark ignited in them. Maryn said it would be good to sponsor one of those kids for Christmas instead of getting a bunch of presents. We talked about how we could develop our talents to help bless the lives of others. We daydreamed of all of us going together someday. That moment made my heart full.
And grateful.
That in a world that tries to pigeon-hole you, define you and tell you who you are supposed to be, I have daughters who are learning to be themselves. To be different in all the right ways.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Mental Health Day
It seems like life has been whizzing by at a break neck speed lately. Justin traveling out of town, me coordinating work between two different offices and getting childcare coordinated and lined up while I do so, kids to shuttle all over the place, field trips to attend, bills to pay, appointments to make, grocery shopping, gym time and on and on and on. My wish for today is to slow down and not commit myself to a single thing for at least 24 hours. (Well besides shuttling to and from a birthday party Brynna already committed to.) It's just been insane and so therefore I am officially clearing my schedule, coming up for air and claiming today my Mental Health Day!
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Devy & Lu
I love what good little buddies Devyn and Lauryn are becoming. Lulu just got in trouble for lying to me about eating her lunch and was sent to the corner for time out. Devy, who hadn't done anything wrong, hung her head and followed her sister to the corner. I told her to shoo, that Luey needed to do her time alone. But every time I turned around they were sitting there giggling together. Finally I said "Both of you need to go take a nap." To which they happily complied and scooted up the stairs together. I am not kidding myself. I am quite sure when I go check on them they will not be sleeping. But the fact they were eager to go take a nap, if it meant being together, pulled on my heartstrings.
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