The Big Time (on the Eve of Kindergarten)
First, you were a peanut
As small as small can be
Painted with a wisdom - Large!
Not average mediocrity.
Your tiny mind was turning
From the time you looked around
It dawned on me - quite suddenly
I had to show you what you'd found.
You found cords and plugs and tears
When I took those all away,
Your fascination with the Electric
(I know), is never going away.
Getting bigger, you found friends,
And fun in your imagination
I hope we can always pretend
(Not be stuck on this Earthly station.)
So, my darling son and Firstborn,
With your breathtaking mind and gifts,
Knowing you are ready
My anxious spirits lift.
For I picture that one clear moment
When I send you on your way -
The great big yellow school bus,
Your first Kindergarten day!
I'll try really hard to stay cool
And stop the tears from flowing
It's just: I love you so much,
Time is fast - and you keep growing.
I see the curiosity in your eyes
Your knowing eyes not knowing
What lies ahead, what to expect
When all that knowledge comes a-flowing.
And so you begin a new path
Somewhere all of us once start
My joy, my love, my inspiration, my wrath,
Pride is bursting from my heart.
Monday, September 3, 2012
The Big Time (on the Eve of Kindergarten)
Thursday, June 14, 2012
On the Eve of my oldest child turning the big FIVE, I blog.
It has been a very long time since I've posted. There are many reasons for that, I won't list them all here because it would take me one week to type that many words; I don't have that kind of time.
I've written this post in my head several times over the last few months; tweaking it and mentally editing it. The thing about putting your raw, unfiltered, brutally honest thoughts and feelings out for public dissemination is, well, you never know how it will come across.
I've been told my writing style is very "conversational." I like that. I like sitting here, having a conversation with all of you. I like to think it's very J.D. Salinger but a little more socially engaged. Today, the conversation is about the issue nearest and dearest to my heart. And I assume social scientists will study it; likely are studying it.
The effects of staying home to raise your children.
I'll let that sentence stand alone. Give it some thought. I have, over the last four years and 364 days, given it much thought. I've cursed it, sworn at it, blessed it, thanked it, looked in and around all the letters in that sentence, debated it, encouraged (and discouraged) it, and I've come up with one conclusion: whatever anyone does for their family, is the right decision for their family. Period.
That said, let me let you in on a little discovery of mine. It's kind of big. Are you sitting down?
By way of background to my ground-breaking discovery, let's talk about having kids. I would argue that the person you are after you have kids is very similar to but astoundingly different from the person you are after having kids. Kids make you aware of every single little thing about you.
Why? I call it The Mirror.
Not literal, of course. But those little tiny people, growing up before your eyes and ears, become Little Mirrors. They imitate you. They learn and regurgitate from you. They react to things the way YOU react to things. They yell at the dogs they way you yell at the dogs. They can spit out, word for word, exactly what you said three days ago, when instructing another child who is younger. It's amazing. It's breathtaking! It's horrible!
And it's a mirror. So what, what happens when we look into a mirror? Really look into our own eyes? We see ourselves. Completely.
Here's the funny thing about seeing yourself, over and over again, whether or not you want to... you DISCOVER things about yourself. Maybe they were there and you knew about them. Maybe they were there and you didn't know about them. Maybe you've been... ignoring some of them for a while. Maybe you celebrate some with gusto, thanking your lineage for being so kick-ass. But with a mirror, you see them. Those.. tendencies about ourselves that we hate and love.
So then, back to the person that you were, taking the serpentine path through to the person that you are now, and knowing that you will choose to continue becoming the person that you want to be, that Self Discovery starts to happen RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR! Right in front of your own child, every single day, they are getting to know a person (and you are getting to know them) in medias res. In the middle of the journey of Self Discovery.
And that is it, right there. That Self Discovery. That is what makes staying home to raise your own children the most magnificent experience. In all its ugly, banal, brutal, agonizing, rewarding, happy and joyful glory.
Your children get to know you in the middle of you getting to know yourself. They get to participate. They get to help. And Wow--do they love to help. They're holding up that little mirror whether or not they want to. It's how we are; it's part of our humanity.
And they get to discover that we have discovered a whole new level of Love that we never knew existed.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Hi, beloved readers. And accidental blog-finders (those are the best.) I don't blog a lot. So, when I do, I try to go for a "Silent Bob" kind of angle.
It's hard, when you're in the thick of something, to really step back and appreciate what it is. But I've discovered something.. something amazing, and fun, and just astounding.
Aging is FUN!
That's right! Getting older. All those anti-aging creams, potions, lotions, pills, and the multi-billion dollar Entertainment industry that would have you believe that aging sucks - is WRONG!
Here's why. You just can't get this one thing from anywhere else BUT from getting older.. perspective. It's impossible to get anywhere else. Only time gives it to you. And here's the funny thing, even when you think you have it, you don't! Maybe a little, but not as much you think you do. My freshman year in college, I was strolling around the main quad at UNC-Chapel Hill with a few Seniors who were about to graduate. We sat down on the steps of Wilson Library, gazing out at the campus, which is stunning. It was dusk, quiet, beautiful. One of the Seniors sighed, deeply, and said, "man am I going to miss this. All of this." I looked out, nodding. Trying to understand. And I thought I did!
The semester after I graduated, I really understood him.
Now, I understand him even more.
Perspective gained from time is different from a huge loss. OR from grief. Perspective from grief is like tripping and falling into a hot tub. Not the way you planned to get in that deep. Not at all comfortable. Actually, very painful. And, probably, you don't want to be there. (When you figure a way out, you're very cold. And that's not comfortable either.)
Let's back up a bit. Why is perspective so important? Because, in the grand scheme, it gives us freedom. Freedom to think of the "big" picture.. the giant, time-filled picture of our entire lives.
Those of you who are older than me reading, congratulations! You have more of it than I do.
Those of you younger than me: you have less. You just do.
That's why aging is fun.. getting older is a gift, a gift of perspective which gives clear-headed thoughts on a muddled world.
One more thought.
This morning, my son invented a new kind of vacuum, pictured below. It runs on solar power (the first Stackadoo), it sucks up dirt which is then converted to energy (second Stackadoo), and it sucks up water which is then converted to energy (third Stackadoo). Last Stackadoo is the battery charger.
What does this have to do with Perspective? Nothing. It's just flat-out the most adorable thing, ever.
And in time, I'll have more Perspective to appreciate it even more.