Friday, January 31, 2014

'My Heritage is Beautiful to Me' -Psalm 16:6

Something kind-of struck me today, not unlike thoughts I've had before.

Today I met someone new & through some conversation it turns out that we are from the same town.  He told me exactly in the town where he is from and I responded with, "Well, you must have known my grandparents then:  Wally & Ruby Sjoberg?"  He responded yes & it turns out that he & my mom were in the same grade together in school.  The conversation didn't go a lot further than that & he certainly didn't say that my grandparents were wonderful people, or anything like that.

However.. it made me think & once again give thanks for my godly, goodly heritage.
I have never had the experience where I have named my grandparents & anything bad has been said.  Quite the opposite.  (That is - obviously - not to say that there is any form of perfection in our family!  Goodness no!  But I think about the children who only know that this parent isn't speaking to this aunt & this grandparent sued this grandchild & that this person is only known for having bad character.)


I am so thankful that I don't know what it's like to have a bad reputation passed down to me.  I reference this in an old post found here:
and I talk about my wonderful aunts & uncles in a post found here:

You know, we get what we get, (and we don't get upset - or at least that's what we tell kiddos!)  As I've mentioned before, I am reaping positive benefits sown by those who came before me.  Oh, I am so very thankful.  

A couple of weeks ago I asked my dad a few questions about his childhood & his parents.  My dad is from Michigan & he is the baby of the family & having grown up in Maine, I don't know his side of the family as well as I know my mom's side.  (I wish I could post a pic here of my Foster grandparents, but I don't have a digital one!)  
Anyway, I had some vague ideas about some things, but I wanted to ask Dad some more specific questions & hear the answers straight from him.  

One of the things I asked about was Grandpa, pre-conversion & post-conversion.  My Grandpa was about my age when he accepted Christ as Savior.  Neither he nor my Grandma came from a Christian background.  At the time of his salvation, my dad was a young boy.  I had understood that my Grandpa was a drinker.  (But as people in my cultural upbringing circle just aren't drinkers, that could almost mean anything.  Was he an alcoholic?  I wanted specifics.)  In short, my dad spoke of how it was common for railroad men to have nicknames & pre-conversion my Grandpa's nickname was The Sponge.  My dad was young and doesn't remember a whole lot of that.  What he does remember is railroad men calling and asking for my Grandpa by the name of The Rock.  

There you go.

In fact, he even moved his whole family to help ensure a new & different life.

I don't deserve it & it's through no 'good' on my part, but my parents & my grandparents & my great-grandparents made some very good choices that have helped make my life so much richer and so much easier and very blessed.  It cannot really be put into words the heartache I have missed and the good things I have gained.  It's an earthly picture of the heritage we have, being joint-heirs with Jesus!  







My favorite story my mom tells of her childhood is that at night, when she was in bed, she could hear her parents talking & laughing.  Oh, the security that comes from that!  It's immeasureable!     

It begs the question:  What kind of legacy am I leaving my children?  What kind of heritage?  


My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.  -Edward Mote

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Saturday Morning: Ballet or Play? - A Parenting Post

I began this post a little over 3 months ago, and then tabled it.  It's even more appropriate now, (which I will explain), so I came back to it.  Plus, it is Saturday morning & Micah did wake up, anxious to watch Saturday morning cartoons!  

My 10 year old son, Micah is a beginner dancer.  He has been doing dance for over a year and 1/2.  He has done a little bit of hip hop, a little bit of ballet & a little bit of tap.  (added - also a little of Irish step dancing.)









Our dance studio has been very generous, partially because they are looking for more boys.  Dance is expensive.  Period.  This year Micah is taking a ballet class which is one hour/week & he is taking a boys class which is primarily tap, one hour/week.  He would also love to be doing Irish step dancing & I am looking into that.  The Boys Class is ending in a few weeks because the teacher is being deployed and they don't have a replacement.  He loves tap dancing & would like to find another tap class to join.  

You know, he has tried as many things as I think are possible, being in the income bracket we are in.  Even if only on a peewee or rec level, he has tried:
~Wrestling
~Soccer
~T-ball
~Skiing
~Piano lessons
(This is not to mention all his hobbies, such as muskrat trapping & weapon-making & carving & hunting & skinning & tanning animals, etc!)

He did skiing & piano lessons for 2 years and liked both.  Both are expensive.  When it comes down to it, there is only so much money & there is only so much time.  Choices need to be made & the decision to say "yes" to one thing is always a decision to say "no" to something else.  





Here is the thing:  A delicate, delicate balance needs to be reached regarding extracurricular activities, sports, the fine arts, etc.  
As parents, we don't even mean to usually, but, we rush in and our brains start taking these kids to the next level!  We start thinking that since our child wants to ski that maybe they can go to Carrabassett Valley Academy!  And hey, other dance students have gone to Joffrey in the summer!  Wouldn't that be great!  Perhaps my child can play in the youth orchestra, now that he/she is playing violin!  We just need to practice a little harder!  A little longer!  Push a little more!  
It is a slippery slope!  And truly - I think it is in each & every one of us!  Maybe some parents are living their lives through their children & maybe some parents feel that their child is the best & most parents do want what is best for their children & certainly some children are gifted & some are driven on their own.

Exposure is good.  And frankly, those with money can expose their kids to more than those without money.  That is just true.  Many times I have wished I had more funding available so that my kids could enjoy art classes or travel or ski passes & lessons, etc.  

Pushing children isn't bad either.  I have made my kids practice & practice & practice their musical instruments.  Guess what?  None of them play one anymore!  There comes a point in time when I as a mom am tired of pushing & the desire to be good at an instrument has to come from within.  Internal motivation vs. external motivation.  
I had to push Micah each time his Kindergarten class had a special dress-up day.  And there were a lot of them!  100 year old day & favorite character day & all of that!  He didn't want to do any of them and would sit & cry in the van.  Guess what?  It was part of school and he had to get over it!  I'm not opposed to pushing kids, but I think in today's society we all run the risk of erring on the side of too many activites and not enough free time.  (Although as someone commented to me recently, of course I don't want lazy kids.)  There is also something to be said, particularly for older children, in keeping them busy in order to keep them out of trouble.  Perhaps an 'idle hands are the devil's workshop' sort of thing.  I think the level & intensity & time spent for and in activities needs to vary based on the age of the child.

I read this quote the other day & it really resonates with me:

"Parents worry about kids' boredom, so they schedule their lives to keep them busy...but empty hours teach children how to create their own happiness."  -from the book The Over Scheduled Child

There is a girl at dance who is a really great dancer.  I think it's less because she is innately talented & more because she goes to the studio every day after school for several hours and dances, (in other words - hard work.)  Sometimes she has shared with Noelle how she doesn't get to do any other activities or hang out with friends after school.  She does her homework at the studio & she eats her supper there and she goes home and goes to bed.  And you know what?  I will bet she has a future in dance.  I am sure she gains self confidence by being good at several different types of dance.  And maybe because I either can't afford to or we choose to not choose one activity & spend all our time doing it, maybe my children will never have the chance to be the best at something.  I don't know.  And I'm sure that I'm not getting it all right, but I'm also sure that there is such, such value in play & time to be creative & especially learning who we are and what we like based on our time table & desires & not what others have placed on us.

I can't find the source but I once read about an award-winning scientist.  In an interview he was asked about his childhood.  The writer assumed that he must have had a lot of special science programs as a child.  His answer was great!  Actually, he did a lot of theater with his family and free play.  

So, back to Saturday morning and ballet or play:

Back when I began this post, in mid-October, Micah was offered an additional ballet class, for free.  Micah likes dance.  He likes it enough to be 'okay' with being the only boy in some classes.  He likes it enough to take risks, (he's not a natural risk taker with many things), and be vulnerable. This class was the same level class as his Tuesday ballet class, but it was with the studio's best teacher.  And.. the class meets on a Saturday morning.  I was very excited!  It's a 1.5 hour class, so this would mean 3.5 hours/week of dance instruction for Micah.  GREAT!  However, when I told Micah he was less than thrilled.  For sure.

"But I like to watch cartoons on Saturday morning."
What?  You're homeschooled.  We can watch cartoons another time.
"But I like to sleep in on Saturday morning."
"Saturdays are my free days and I don't want to have any activities on them."

I tried all my persuasion skills.  I certainly could have made him take the class.  I did make him go one time to see what it was like.  He stuck with his story.  He absolutely did not want to take a Saturday ballet class.  Now, if the class had been any weekday, he would have done it.  No question.  He wanted to keep Saturdays for home & for play & for the occassional Home Depot project & family outing.  

Saturdays.  Ballet or Play?

And even though I believe all of the things I've written about kids having some kind of control over their own lives & parents not pushing too much & the value of play~ this was rather hard for me.  It was SUCH a good opportunity!  And at only the price of gas!  He likes dance!  But I had to relent and listen to my own advice.  There needs to be some kind of balance between pushing a child and allowing them control/say/time to play.  

(As an aside, recently Noelle & Micah visited my parents for a few days.  Before they went I found out that some mornings my dad picks up the milk at an Amish farm.  He then delivers it to the cheese factory.  This would be something Micah could 'get in on'.  I told him about it & he didn't want to go.  He didn't want to be ready at 7:00 a.m. & maybe because it's winter he wasn't as motivated.  I don't know.  However, I told him I expected him to go & that it would be quite interesting & a great opportunity.  I called Mom and told her that I wanted Micah to go.  She later told me that when she mentioned it to him, he was very respectful & told her that he was going to go because 'Mommy wanted him to.'  So, although not a scheduled & regular thing, such as an activity, he submitted to my wishes & enjoyed it greatly & learned something.  I don't want my children to feel that I make them do loads of things they don't want to do.  But I do want them to submit to my wishes, when I do push it, and recognize that Mommy doesn't 'push' for everything, so she must really want this to happen.)  

So, we decided to not choose ballet, and therefore to choose play.

This decision came up again recently.  We were very sad to find out that they were cancelling Micah's Tuesday ballet class.  The numbers had dwindled to a point where they were no longer going to offer it.  Man!  His Boys Class was done, (due to the aforementioned deployment of the teacher).  He had picked up an Irish Step Dancing class, which he LOVES.  But ballet is important & he jumps around here without even thinking about it, in a very ballet-like way & frankly, he needs more training.  ahhhh.... the very small Tiger Mom , no- Kitten Mom in me is screaming, 'We need to do this'!  Micah was very sad and upset to hear that his ballet class was cancelled.  However, not enough to want to do dance on a Saturday!  

So, maybe he won't be the next 'Tommy McCarthy' and maybe he will.  Maybe there is an unforeseen & not-yet-discovered thing that will rise out of this Saturday free time.  Mabye it's measurable and maybe it's not.  Maybe it's self-regulation & self-discovery & the satisfaction of knowing he had hours of his childhood to play with Legos & to look out the window and see the snow fall.  

I am learning lessons as I go...




Saturday, January 18, 2014

Creating the Special~ A Maine Post; A Family Post

We seriously love ice fishing.
We aren't necessarily good at it, but we love it!


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You know, sometimes the best traditions happen organically.  I also love the traditions that 'everyone' does, but are still special, such as getting the Christmas tree, going to the 4th of July parade or Memorial Day weekend camping.  However, having something, practically a holiday, that is yours alone, is pretty special, even more so as you look back at all the years you've done it and the memories made!

In January 2009 we decided to invite my family down for the weekend so that they could experience ice fishing with us!  My older brother lives in Ohio, so that meant we were inviting my parents & my younger brother & his wife.  On that first year Taylor also brought a friend, so we had a total of 11 people.  Nate & Meg are teachers, so we chose Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend, because it was a long weekend they had off.  

So, the tradition started, as these types should, with no idea that it would become a tradition!  Just an intention to have fun as a family & share our love of ice fishing!





























We've tried Stetson Pond, Hermon Pond & Etna Pond.  We've gotten wet & had fires & eaten hot dogs & taken naps & had bathroom breaks at Hermon Mountain & gone ice skating & had some super cold ones too!  And I mean REALLY cold!!!  












Things evolved & I like to give gifts, so I started giving little gifts to everyone.  And we like to eat, so we made special food!  We here in Carmel anticipate this gathering more & more with each passing year!  I've noticed especially the past two years that it has served a purpose in ushering me from the aftermath of Christmas to the new year, giving me something to plan for, prepare for, and look forward to.  













We threw in some games & fun & crafts & decor & devotions!
















A couple of years ago we even had a timed cooking competition for the kids!  We scored them on plating & taste & use of ingredients!  They loved it!




But you know~ It may have started out to be about ice fishing, but even then, it never really was about ice fishing.  It was about connection & family & relationships.  It is about time together.  It has become an excuse to ice fish, and a reason to get together!  Time spent together is very precious!
























This year, our 6th Annual Martin Luther King Jr. Ice Fishing Weekend, was a pretty low-key year.  Nate, Meg & Haley weren't able to make it.  D wasn't able to be with us when we went ice skating & ice fishing.  Noelle wasn't feeling well enough to go.  But I have to say... it has been lovely still.  Treats & movies & can-you-believe-it~ we haven't even played any games yet!  It's good proof that it's not nearly as much about what you are doing as who you are with and how united spirits & caring hearts bring warm, genuine family memories that will last through & through!  

Kind of a 'bloom where you're planted' type of a thing.  
Creating your own fun.
Celebrating Life.
Important stuff, if you ask me.  

Thank you, Foster Family, for making the trek in cold weather & snowy roads to our crowded, chaos-filled house, to sleep who knows where and over-stuff yourselves with too much food!  Thank you for buying fishing licenses that you'll likely only use once & dressing your 1-year-old up to go outside, not knowing if it will last 2 minutes or 2 hours.  For playing just one more game of Farkle.  For not leaving when maybe, kinda the wood stove was smoky and maybe not working correctly?!  For listening to books read a loud & for sitting on the carpet & playing & for helping with the dishes & the cooking.  For fully embracing our family.  We feel your love & we hope you feel our love for you!  

I could not ask for a better winter tradition for our family.  
Joy Unspeakable!