Sunday, August 8, 2021
Sunday, February 28, 2021
I have just completed a much needed weekend by myself. I've been feeling pretty burned out and tired, so I asked Geoff if he could take the kids to the cottage for a couple of nights so that I could have a little bit of quiet time to collect myself. Thankfully it worked out and I have had a great (quiet) weekend at home - just me and the dogs.
I didn't accomplish very much at a practical level! No organizational projects done despite the need, minimal cleaning, a few hours of Netflix, a fair bit of reading, several cups of coffee, naps in my library chair, late nights to bed. But maybe that was accomplishment enough because what I ended up being able to do the most was think. It didn't take more than about an hour on my own before I had my first insight, my first non-urgent thought about life. And the thoughts kept tumbling out of my head all weekend like that.
Mostly my thoughts were about the kids. All three are going through lots of teenage angst and issues, and they all need regular insight, discernment, and prayer on my part to be able to understand what's truly going on with each of them. All three are so different from each other - is it possible to have three opposites? They have fundamentally different personalities, gifts, challenges, interests, abilities, ways of thinking and processing, ways of being motivated, general outlooks on life, and so on.
I have found over the course of years that because they are so different from each other, parenting my three cannot employ a cookie-cutter approach. What works for one child has no bearing on another. Ways of encouraging, disciplining, monitoring, spending time with, praying for, and loving each of them for the unique people that they are is critical for me - even though sometimes the kids would prefer that I use a one-size-fits-them-all approach (when it suits their wants). I never promise my kids equal treatment, as treating them exactly the same would have very different results, depending on the child.
As other parents undoubtedly also experience, I find this whole parenting thing exhausting. The mere premise of parenting is the most challenging thing I've ever undertaken. In addition, as homeschoolers, the kids and I have spent the majority of our last decade+ together - whether schooling at home or out and about with our family and friends. Homeschooling is fantastic and I wouldn't change it for the world, but it is overwhelming and exhausting at times. Complicating everything, this past year's covid crisis meant that all of our usual outside-the-home activities were cancelled or switched to an unsatisfactory online format; accordingly, like many others, the kids and I have basically spent every waking moment together since the pandemic began. This
never-ending time together has been in equal measures wonderfully enriching and relentless. Hence the beauty and benefit of this weekend by myself, so that I could just think about each of my kids and their unique issues and how best to support them.
It was amazing to observe that it took mere hours on my own to be able to discern, as I let my thoughts wander and settle on each of the kids, what the 'big picture' is on their lives at this stage of their development and maturation. Once I had an understanding of this 'big picture', I was able to identify their current strengths and challenge areas, and began to work out a plan for how to help them with the character challenges they face at the moment. The reason I think this was amazing to observe about myself is that I so seldom have even an hour or two where I am completely alone, and yet mere hours alone and quiet is all it took to begin to reset and reassess what needs doing.
As I thought and processed this weekend, I kept a file open on the computer where I made note about my thoughts about each child, and I added to it as the weekend progressed. I jotted down random thoughts I had about each of them, honed in on the big picture of where they're at this moment, listed their current challenge areas as they came to mind, any noted any strategies that came to mind as I thought about how to help each of them with their current issues. This was such a helpful process and both practical and future oriented. Processing this way gives me something to sink my teeth and determination into in the days ahead when I will undoubtedly find myself more engaged in the tyranny of the urgent than in employing a thoughtful and intentional approach with my beloveds. I am now armed for those coming days with the deliberation and intention I will need.
Tuesday, February 16, 2021
A couple of years have come and gone since I've posted on any kind of regular basis, and oh how I have missed it. I stopped essentially because the kids were no longer particularly comfortable with me sharing aspects of their lives publicly. I could understand that, particularly as they were getting older and starting to experience having more of a journey of their own. But I resisted their wishes for a little while because my life journey is inextricably linked with their journeys, and I felt like I had a right to publish bits of my own story. But in the end, their opinions prevailed and I essentially gave up. I didn't know how to find a balance between publishing about them, and publishing about other aspects of my life, so I basically gave up on writing altogether. I found it all rather heart-breaking at the time, to be honest. I had printed all of the years of my blogs in hard cover book formats, and then tucked them away behind glass at the top of a book shelf so that no one could read them.
Now, looking back, I can readily say that I really regret my decision to stop writing. I really, really, really regret not finding my way through that confusion towards a path of my own. I love writing. It's always been cathartic to me, and it's where I find bits of myself that I don't see anywhere else. Whether it's here or somewhere else, I need to find my way back to writing. I don't know what that looks like.
A little ironically, in just the last couple of weeks, as we were re-organizing the bookshelves in our library after having some house renos done, one of the kids found the printed books of my blog from years past. She started to read through the book with great interest and was totally engrossed by the memories that were coming back to her. I was amazed at how much her captured interest instantly opened a wound I had thought long closed already. I actually asked her to put the book away and was surprised that my voice quivered just a little in the asking. What I didn't tell her was that it hurt my heart to see her reading the words I had painstakingly spent so many late night hours writing, as a memory for her and her brothers. Clearly I have a little inner work to do yet, to overcome some residual pain.
I don't know if I still have it - the ability, creativity, desire to write as I once did. But what that re-opened wound taught me is that I need to try.
Sunday, May 5, 2019
In addition to taking breaks whenever we want to, we also have opportunity to school when the public system takes a break. This summer, for example, the plan is for the kids and me to do more schooling than we have traditionally undertaken during the summer months.
It's been a busy school year and a fairly productive one on most fronts. We are winding down on much of what we've been working on this winter. The kids have all progressed well in their various areas, and it's been good to see them being able to take on a little more academic work. But I'm also feeling a little 'behind' where I'd like to be with them, in a few different areas, and so we're going to focus on those things this summer.
First, I'm going to be starting history with them all, beginning with the History of the 20th century - my hope is that by studying something a little more recent than, say, the Victorian Era, history might grab their interest. A friend very kindly sent me a copy of the outline that she used when teaching her kids about the 20th century and that has been incredibly helpful for this non-historian to wrap her head around. My friend's list included the major events of that century, both for Canada and the World, and provided a listing of various resources (print, film, etc) that can be used in the process of studying it. I need to do a little research into each of the events, but having these things laid out for me has been amazing as I've begun to prepare to work with the kids on it. I find myself somewhat excited about this pursuit.
Second, we're going to be doing a little science. Matthew took a science class this winter, with a small group of homeschoolers, but some of it appeared to be somewhat over his head (which I expected), and so I thought we'd back things up a little during the summer and see if we could provide a little more structure to underpin what he was studying this year. I'll work with the younger two kids on a different program.
Math is a third area that I feel somewhat edgy about; we haven't done enough of it this year. So we'll tackle that on a much more regular basis in summer, too. This is the area that I still need to figure out a little more clearly.
Finally, we'll continue to work on a few things that we already did throughout this winter: Spelling; cursive writing; and maybe multiplication tables.
I certainly hope that we have a fun and relaxed summer. But there's really no reason that we shouldn't also be tackling a few subjects that would be good to move forward. I'm looking forward to it!
Friday, February 1, 2019
* Seth read his first real book ever...one of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books. His reading is finally, blessedly coming along for real! I've often thought of the process of learning how to read something like climbing a mountain - it's really, really exhausting, uphill work and sooo hard; then finally, just when it seems like it's never going to happen, all of the sudden you're at the summit looking down an easier path. Seth has crested the summit; I believe that the hardest is behind him. It has been years of effort and hard work, and it is paying off. He is working five days/week with me, and twice a week with a tutor, and I am so proud of his hard work. Recognizing his progress and seeing it confirmed has definitely been one of the 'up' points of the last week or two.
* All three of my children are in raging puberty, and the number of volatile emotions flying around here is enough to make me, quite literally, insane. Added to this the turbulence of their pre-menopausal mother and we're really a hotbed of emotional mess! I'm not quite sure if I'm going to survive the teen years...and I have a lot of years to go yet. This would not be an 'up' part of the last week or two.
* Sunday morning was a historical moment for we five - it's the first time ever that we all went to the gym together! The kids and I have been trying to go somewhat regularly (three times/week is our goal), and finished a one month membership last week; and over the past week Geoff got to the gym a few times, too. So a few days ago, we all signed up for a three month membership! We likely won't get there all together very often, but today was a watershed for us. Definitely a positive aspect of the last couple of weeks.
* My mom's health is always fragile over the past couple of years - she was in the ER last week, and has had numerous medical appointments since then, trying to figure out what's going on with her various issues. That is never a good point of any week.
* Matthew continues to cope relatively well with his various academic pursuits. The load for his English Lit/Writing class is significant, in particular. This week he started Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility, which I am reading aloud to him (I loved this book back during my English Lit days at university, and it's already proving delightful for me to re-engage after a long absence). Matthew's writing is improving monthly (as are his keyboarding skills, slowly but surely), and he is learning lots of different writing techniques (essay writing, persuasive writing, newspaper reporting writing, descriptive writing, etc etc). This is seeming to be on a good trajectory.
* As I mentioned in my earlier blog post, it seems that any one of the kids is almost always mad at me. When I make parenting decisions, I do not automatically make the same decisions for all three kids - I've never been someone who makes the same rules/parameters for all of the kids. Instead, my inclination is to consider the needs of each child individually, and to make allowances or restrictions or parenting decisions based on each child's need. As a result, however, one child or another almost invariably feels treated unfairly, because their only basis of comparison is how their siblings are treated, and because they're not mature enough yet to understand how I parent or to see that in the bigger picture, their needs (and often their wants) are met. It just gets tiring sometime, to be the object of someone's wrath or another one's death glare. It's emotionally tiring and takes a lot of resilience on my part. In my most tired moments, I have often toyed with the idea of treating the kids essentially the same (this is how our culture usually works, it seems), but there's just something in me that rails against this approach; my children are very different from each other and have different challenges, different strengths, and different needs. At any rate, I've been finding myself quite discouraged on this front of late...definitely not a recent highlight.
At any rate, I'm hanging in there. Surprises like my experience last week at Pine Ridge are so precious...I'm still so moved when I think about what that young woman did for me, what God saw fit to do about the need I had. I'm a big believer that we can't fully experience joy or satisfaction if we don't also experience the opposite of those feelings sometimes. So I'm ok knowing that life continues to move, change, surprise, and test us. I've got a God beside me that cares a lot about where my heart is at, and I am thankful for this.
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
On Sunday morning at church, while our pastor was speaking, I was just plain discouraged. I had a head ache that I'm sure was brought on by all of the anxiety and discouragement, and I didn't know how to regain my equilibrium. So I prayed about it quietly, sitting there in church. I told God about all of it, and then said that I don't ask Him for a whole lot just for myself, but that I really wanted to ask Him for a little encouragement. I said that I didn't even know what that would look like, and I told Him that it was ok if the encouragement didn't come and that I'd be all right; but I also said that I felt like I really needed it from Him. I didn't feel any differently after I'd finished praying; in fact, I beetled out to the van soon after, my head pounding.
Later that afternoon, having had no time to myself for weeks already, I said to Geoff that I really needed to get out of the house for 2-3 hours on my own, if he felt like he could manage the kids. He said he was ok, and so I decided to drive out of town a ways to one of my favourite places.
Pine Ridge is this peaceful, country place just thirty-five minutes away from home, and it has a great shop and restaurant located on the most beautiful grounds, inside a picturesque provincial park area. In summer and fall, I love to go there and walk around the expansive gardens. It's where I wanted to go with my family for my 50th birthday celebration a couple of years ago and it's where I usually go once or twice a year for a delicious meal and a wander. This was where I'd been wanting all day to be.
I went up into the restaurant and my server asked me how I was doing. I said that I wasn't having the best of weekends, but that I was glad to be there because I find it so peaceful there. She said that she hoped she could make my day a little better, and offered to bring me a cup of chai with almond milk. I said that would be perfect.
Later, I ended up ordering supper, and while I ate, I wrote down a bunch of things that I'd been thinking about and processing. I felt a little calmer and more organized in my head. Eventually, my server came back and said that it looked like I needed some dessert. I agreed, and asked her to surprise me. She brought me some lemony thing that had dairy in it, but I didn't really care...it was her favourite dessert.
Some time later, I called the server over and said that I was ready for the bill. I was feeling a bit more relaxed and a little better. The woman who'd been serving me said that my bill had already been taken care of. I was puzzled and said that I didn't understand. She repeated that there was no bill today, and that it had been taken care of. It briefly crossed my mind that Geoff had phoned in with his credit card number, but that immediately didn't make sense because we share the same credit card account, so what would the difference be if he called it in? I shook my head at the young woman I was talking to and said "What?! I don't understand." Then she told me, almost reluctantly, that she had taken care of my bill already. "What?!" I said again, stunned and totally not understanding. I started to tear up and said that I didn't understand - why would she do that for a stranger?
She said that she had seen me when I'd walked into the restaurant earlier and that I'd just looked so discouraged; then she heard me say that I wasn't having a good weekend. And she had wanted to make my day a little better, and to encourage me. I started to cry, she started to cry, and then she came over and hugged me. I'm sure we looked like idiots to everyone around us, but whatever. I told her that she was a true blessing to me on a day when I really needed it, because that was exactly what I was in need of...encouragement. I was so moved, and I hugged her again when I left a few minutes later, still teared up.
I cried most of the way home, so moved. Even some of the words my young server had used were some of the precise words/phrases I'd used that morning when praying. I felt/feel very thankful that God chose to answer that very specific prayer in a totally unique and unexpected way. It wasn't about the money...it was about feeling heard by the One who made me about a small need that He counted important enough to respond to in a very personal way. In the Bible's New Testament book of Matthew, believers are encouraged to not worry about their lives, because as God takes care even of the birds of the air, how much more valuable are we to Him? On Sunday, I had a personal experience of God caring not only for the sparrows; He took care of me.
Saturday, January 5, 2019
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
His response (with both laughter and horror in his voice): "Mom! This is a group of teenage guys. We don't want to eat quinoa!"
This from the boy who actually loves this dish. Sigh.
Monday, December 31, 2018
We are bringing the year to a quiet close this year. Last year we spent it with dear friends, and part of me would like to repeat that experience. But I have a sick kid at home and I'm tired at this year end - I've had a number of terrible sleeps lately, and I am craving routine and sleep. So we'll keep this year end quiet.
For several years, I've tried to complete a series of questions to mark the year's end - it's a way of tracking events of the year just completed. Here are my answers to the questions for 2018.
I wish you a happy and blessed New Year...each and every one.
1. What did you do in 2018 that you'd never done before?
I took the kids on a 6-week road trip. Just me and the kids (though Geoff flew out and joined us for a week in the middle of the trip). I drove through the Rocky Mountains (crossed that off of my bucket list!) and drove 8,765 km over the course of those six weeks. It was an awesome adventure!
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions and will you make more for next year?
I didn't really make any last year.
This year, rather than some strict resolutions, I have a few ideas about things I'd like to do differently, but I'm not making them absolutes because I'll undoubtedly fail if I make them so iron clad!
3. Did anyone close to you die?
No. Thankfully. It was hard enough losing my beautiful sister-in-law towards the end of last year.
4. Did you travel? Did you visit other countries? Where did you go?
Well, as a follow-up to #1, yes yes yes...I did travel this year...throughout western Canada. Our furthest point was the west coast of Vancouver Island, where we spent a week; our longest stops otherwise were Vancouver, Hornby Island, Calgary, and Edmonton.
Other than that six-week adventure, the kids and I spent about four months at the cottage during the summer.
It was an awesome year for travel and adventure!
5. What would you like to have in the coming year that you lacked in the year past?
Time. I wish time would just slow down a little - the kids are getting so big and the weeks pass by so quickly. Even though we are homeschoolers and spend 24/7 with our kids, I still want more time of it.
6. What date(s) from 2018 will remain etched upon your memory and why?
May 22 - the day the kids and I arrived home from our road trip. I'd done it - accomplished this massive undertaking! I felt proud of myself, sad to be finished the trip, relieved to be home, ready to go again.
May 24 - the day I began to eat plant-based.
7. What was your biggest achievement of the year and why? or What things are you proud of?
Definitely the road trip...which seems to be the theme of the year, according to how I am answering these questions so far. But it really was a huge undertaking and a huge achievement. I researched the trip, prepared for it, packed for it, drove all 8,765 km of it, educated my children throughout, was brave during moments when I was scared, took some chances which turned out to be highlights, and so on. I was able to cross a few things off of my life's bucket list, and I was/am proud of myself for just going ahead and doing it and creating memories for/with all of us.
The other thing that's been a huge accomplishment for me was turning upside down the way we eat in our family. We eat a 98%+ plant-based diet now, and it was a monumental effort on my part to make this change, figure out how to do it, and implement it. We've been at this since June, so over half of my year has been dedicated to making this massive change. I'm proud of myself for undertaking this.
8. What was your biggest failure of the year and why?
Sigh. My biggest failure of the year is the same as last year's biggest failure: I have barely touched any of my year's intended organizational tasks. Granted, between our road trip and our months at the cottage, I was actually away from home for 5.5 months of the year (wow!) but I haven't really done any of my big projects since settling back into routine in fall. And the house needed it last year already!! Can you guess what kind of new year's resolutions I might be making??
9. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Thankfully, no. We have all been injury free this year. I haven't even been sick since starting the plant-based eating plan. I'm sure it's just a matter of time, but this has been a great year for lack of illness or injury in our household.
10. What was the best/biggest/most novel thing you bought?
Huh. Well, certainly the biggest single chunk of money that we spent was on the spring road trip...nothing cheap about that.
It's also expensive to do the upkeep on the cottage - in addition to mortgage payments, there are always things in need of repair or replacing (just like in a city home); and it's not inexpensive having guests at the cottage (food, gas for the boat, bedding, etc).
Other than that, I think that the ice fishing equipment that we've picked up over the past year has comprised the most significant purchases we've made: A large ice-fishing tent; and a gas powered ice auger.
11. Whose behaviour merited celebration/recognition?
There are a few people I call out on this front - all of whom have navigated difficult circumstances this year and who have done so with grace and steadfastness.
I have a friend, D, who is married to my friend, P. P is a pastor, and he lost his job in 2017, under difficult circumstances. I have watched how they have handled what happened to him, and have been so moved and inspired by the grace and forgiveness and strength which has marked their journey. I have watched how they continued to parent their children very wisely in the midst of challenging circumstances, and have seen them always looking heavenward for assurance and care. They have modelled faith and grace for their children, and for those of us watching from the outside. I admire them for this, and respect them greatly. When I think of who merits recognition this year, I think of D and P, and how they have navigated this part of their life's journey. P has recently found another pastoral job, and I couldn't be happier for both of my friends, and their children.
Another person I take my hat off to this year is my oldest friend, J. She lost her mother to cancer this fall and, in anticipation of this, J took an unpaid, six week leave from work to be with her parents and to help her Mom die. She was the rock in her family during that so-difficult time. I cannot express how much I respect and admire how well she handled herself, how much I have learned from her authenticity and her grieving process. The wisdom and care and intentionality (is that a word?) that she displayed during and since that difficult time has been nothing short of remarkable. I have loved and admired her for many years; and only feel those things more deeply having watched her be her best self when rubber hit the road.
12. Whose behaviour made you appalled and/or depressed?
Well, this has been the year of the me-too movement, where numerous women have come forward to protest against men (many of them celebrities or in positions of power) who have engaged in sexual harassment or sexual assault. It all seemed to begin with the accusations against Harvey Weinstein, and it snowballed from there. The behaviour of these men, and the men I have known who have caused me to say 'me too' in my heart of hearts, has truly appalled me and sometimes caused me great despair...that we have moved/changed so little after so many generations.
13. Where did most of your money go?
14. What did you get really, really excited about?
Well, at risk of being really repetitive, it was the road trip this year that I looked forward to with huge anticipation...and a little terror. I kinda got excited just about being so brave, too!
15. What song(s) did you enjoy this year?
The worship music of Colton Dixon, whom Matthew and I got to see perform live at an outdoor concert in southern Manitoba in August - which marked Dixon's first time performing in Canada. I love his music and often feel both moved and inspired by it.
Some of the other artists on my playlists these days include: Lauren Daigle; Toni Braxton; TobyMac; George Ezra; NF; Hillsong; Imagine Dragons; Sia; Twenty One Pilots; Pink; a little Bruno Mars; Cold Play; and a bunch of others.
Matt and I, along with two friends, went to an NF concert in March of this year, and I loved it. I am a big fan of NF's lyrics and style, and we listened to a lot of NF while cruising down the highway on our road trip in spring (oh my goodness, major road trip flashback to the afternoon the kids and I were barrelling along the seaside highway north of Nanaimo towards the ferry terminal that we would take to Hornby Island - it was pouring rain outside and we were singing at the top of our lungs to NF's depressing Therapy Session, trying to drown out the thundering sounds of the rain pelting against our windshield)!
I love, love, love music, and I find inspiration in much of it. Just a few weeks ago, Seth found for me the tiny adaptor that enables me to plug my old ear buds into my iPhone so that I can listen to music on Spotify or iTunes. That first evening after he'd found my adaptor, I sat in our library for about 2-3 hours, just listening to the music that I love, and actually being moved to tears with the sheer joy of that beauty. (I think the kids thought I was a little cuckoo!) And now at Christmas, Geoff bought me wireless, noise-cancelling headphones which provide an even better quality of listening; I am in heaven when I can sneak off to my favourite chair in the library, close my eyes, and fully engage in the music of all sorts that I love. Little else moves me as deeply.
16. Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or sadder? Happier. Last year was such a sad year all 'round, with the illness and death of my SIL. I still feel all of those feelings, but also other things. I have found this year that I am growing in my ability to simply be myself....bringing closer together the person I am to the outside world and the person I am on the inside. There's something about getting a bit older that makes one just a little freer, somehow, to just be oneself with a greater degree of confidence. And I like that feeling...and am getting better at it. I hold things a little more loosely than I have before, feel less judgmental in general, and am more prepared to do what it takes to make things right where needed.
ii. thinner or fatter? A little thinner, thanks to giving up meat products. I thought I'd lose more weight as a result, to be honest. But I'm grateful for even the few pounds that I shed this year.
iii. richer or poorer? Poorer. Geoff has a good job and a good income, for which I am very thankful. But even then, sometimes, it feels hard to make ends meet. Of course, we have made choices that have sapped our finances (cottage, the road trip, riding lessons for the kids) and I understand that we have made decisions that contribute to the 'poorer' feeling. We are so not poor; it's just interesting to me that we can sometimes (ashamedly) feel that way despite Geoff having a good job.
17. What do you wish you'd done more of?
I simply can't think of anything here...and I don't want to procrastinate the finishing of this questionnaire so I think I'll leave this one. :)
18. What do you wish you'd done less of?
I wish I'd watched less Netflix at night...it's such a sleep and energy sucker. I don't watch every night, but a couple of times/week after the kids go to bed, when it's time for me to hit the hay. When I do watch, I stay up too late and am tired the next day as a result. I regret those hours.
19. How did you spend Christmas Day?
We five spent the morning together, opening gifts and eating breakfast (monkey bread and fruit). In the afternoon, we headed to my parents' home, along with my sister's family and a couple of family friends. There we ate dinner together, opened a few more gifts, and visited. It was a lovely day. Of note, while the rest of the extended family ate a turkey dinner ordered in from a local hotel, Geoff and I enjoyed an entirely vegan meal that I prepared...and it was delicious!! I was proud of myself for getting through our first vegan Christmas intact, and satisfied with wonderful things to eat.
20. What was your favourite tv program(s) in 2018?
- Kim's Convenience
- Anne (of Green Gables)...season 1
- Schitt's Creek...seasons 1 & 2
- Better Call Saul
21. What's the best book you read this year?
Maybe The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak? A number of vegan cookbooks that I have come to love? I can't actually think of a specific one!
22. What did you want and get?
Headphones - wireless, noise cancelling. I didn't even know I wanted these until Christmas Day when I received them. Now I think it was the thing I wanted the most. How good of Geoff to know what I really wanted, even before I did. :)
23. What did you want and not get?
- I have enough of everything. More than enough.
24. What was your favourite film?
I can't even remember if I saw a single film in theatres this year - which is too bad, because I do love the big screen. I'm sure I saw a couple, but nothing stands out to me.
Certainly watching the Netflix documentary Forks Over Knives, had a huge impact on me...it was a main source of information for Geoff and me when we made the decision to move towards a plant-based diet. So it was undoubtedly one of the most impactful things I watched this year.
25. What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?
I turned 52 this year. The kids and I were in the city on my birthday (I can't remember why we came home from the cottage); Geoff was out of town on business and so the kids and I were on our own together. The next day, when he was home again, we went out for dinner with my dad and mom...and we celebrated my mom's birthday that day, too.
26. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably satisfying?
Likely just a little more weight loss.
27. How would you describe your personal fashion concept this year?
I discovered leggings this year (I know I'm about a decade behind)...full length and capri. I've always thought that these aren't the best fashion choice for larger women, but I actually think they look good on me...with a longer shirt or sweater overtop. That's my fashion statement this year. I'm wearing some right now as I write this!
28. What kept you sane?
In no particular order: Friends; God; Geoff; being comfortable in my own skin; occasionally having a couple of hours to myself; my dogs (both of whom are with me as I write this).
29. Which celebrity/public figure did you admire/fancy the most?
Hmmm....not sure that I admire or fancy her, precisely, but I certainly watched more of Meghan Markle than I've ever watched in the past. I have a secret fondness for all things royal, and I loved watching the latest royal wedding in spring.
30. Who was the best new person you met? Who did you meet for the first time?
Well, I'd been wanting to meet Cindy for quite a long time! She and I became online/email friends through the world of adoption and I've wanted to meet her for quite a while. She lives in the Greater Vancouver area, and I've visited that area numerous times since we've been chatting. But generally when I fly in to Vancouver, it's for a relatively short period of time and my hours are consumed by other things (my brother and nephews, mostly). But when the kids and I went on our road trip and spent 10-11 days in Vancouver with my brother, I suddenly had the ability to branch out just a little. And so Cindy and I met for a few lovely hours over coffee (well, actually, appies) one evening and had a chance to put faces to names...and talk at a heart-to-heart level that's hard to come by when a relationship is via online/email. That was lovely!
Sharon is someone I met this fall through our church, and she has become a voice of candour and wisdom as it concerns one of our kids; I'm grateful to have met her and to have her in our lives moving forward.
Theresa is a homeschooling mom I've been wanting to get to know for some time. I first heard about her a few years ago when a mutual friend tried to connect us via email. Other mutual friends have talked about her many times since. She lives just minutes from me, and yet it's only been this year that I've had the privilege of meeting her and getting to know her. She is teaching the English Lit class that my oldest is taking along with a few other homeschooled high schoolers, and she's had a significant impact on both him and me this fall. She is someone of tremendous discipline and organization and faith, and I think I will be learning as much from her as my Matthew is!
There have surely been other wonderful people I have met this year for the first time; but these are the three that first jump to mind.
31. Who did you miss?
Cathy. Definitely Cathy. My SIL. It's been 15 months since we lost her and I miss her laugh. Her smile. The way she looked at life. The way she had with people...with me.
32. Any other highlights / lowlights of the year not already discussed?
Road trip. Cottage. Planning a surprise 13th birthday party for Seth.
33. What valuable lesson(s) did you learn in 2018?
It's not a new lesson, to be sure, but it's become important to me that I am/become who God created me to be; that my husband and children become who God created them to be. We can't be anyone other than who we are, so I want us to become who we are meant to be, in Christ. We don't know how much time we have on earth, so I want to make the most of it.
Sunday, December 30, 2018
I want to be clear that I am in no way close to living a consistently plant-based existence. There are many inconsistencies in my life, a few of which I will outline here:
* I still have leather goods at home (purses, shoes), which I think would be wasteful to throw out before they are fully used up. Also, I occasionally wear an older synthetic jacket and have wondered, from time to time, if it has down in it - and, even if it does have down in it, does that knowledge mean that I should discard the jacket, or continue wearing it until I am ready to purchase something else?
* My grandfather was a big game hunter when I was a child, and we have some of his exotic trophies in our home and cottage (zebra and bison rugs, deer antler and boar tusks, a hippo foot).
* One of my sons, who is neither vegan nor plant-based, is a fisher and wanna-be hunter, and we want to support as much as we can (and as much as we can stomach) this deeply held passion of his, even while wishing desperately that he find a different pursuit. I don't control his choices and passions, but I can educate him as well as I am able so that his choices are at least informed. This approach is troublesome to me, but it's where I'm at.
* My dogs eat raw meat/bone/organs, along with their fruits and veggies. It's difficult to get dogs onto a vegan diet, although it is something I intend to look into in the new year.
* I occasionally eat dairy cheese, as I am finding it difficult to give it up entirely, though I hope to make a complete break eventually.
So I am admittedly and somewhat-ashamedly hypocritical, all while trying to make small, every day changes to continue to move in a direction all the more consistent with the plant-based life I aspire to. I am sharing this with you because it is part of the journey that I am on, and I'm trying to figure it all out.
Recently, my own reaction to something took me completely by surprise, and made me realize that I really am processing these issues differently than I ever have before. I was on Instagram, scrolling through pictures, and came across a picture posted by an acquaintance. It was a picture of a jacket she'd just purchased - a very expensive, Canadian made jacket, filled with duck down and trimmed with real fox fur. Whereas I likely wouldn't have thought twice about this six months ago, I had such a strong, visceral reaction to that picture that I almost vomited. Truly. I'm not exaggerating. I totally shocked myself. What was coursing through my mind were questions, over and over, on repeat: How many farmed foxes had to die in order to trim that one jacket and create those beautiful pom poms (very horrible deaths, btw, after being ill-treated during their lives...the company has been called out on these issues before, I have learned)? How many ducks had to live in terrible conditions and ill health, only to die so that a person can have a jacket stuffed full of the softest, fluffiest down (something that the company's website talks about)?
The answers to these questions make me feel ill. Genuinely, physically ill. There is something terribly wrong with this picture. I could barely continue with my bit of research into how the animals used by this very company live and die - I just felt sicker and sicker and began to cry. This goes well beyond eating meat; it is purely for vanity's sake that those animals die - and yes, I get that animal fur is super warm (my mother had a fur coat when I was younger...I heard all about the warmth)...but there are alternatives.
These thoughts, this turbulence, is so new to me. I don't know what to do about it. Am I to become an animal activist? I don't really want to...there are already so many things that I am an advocate for. Do I say something to this acquaintance, clearly so pleased with her purchase of this jacket? It's not my right to try to impose my will on someone else....and if it were my right, what do I do about my own son's interest in hunting and fishing? I'm up at night thinking about these questions.
I don't know the answers to any of these questions and I find myself frustrated...with myself and with a society that I think has some odd values. Of all of the issues I've grappled with in my life, these are very new and surprising to me.