Saturday, April 25, 2015

Parenting Classes - EXACTLY What I Needed......

I'm taking parenting classes.  Wait.  First I have to confess that I 'failed' - as in couldn't even do the homework in - and had to only be a background stalker during one I tried to take last summer when our family drama was too high.  ME.  Compulsive, class loving student type couldn't even get the basics done for a Parenting FASD class that I really wanted to participate in and went to extremes to register for over a camping weekend before the spaces were filled. (Yes - I did drive around the woods looking for internet service on my phone so I could register :)

Couldn't do it, no way, no how. 
Not one-more-thing.
It was really good for me that I was not able to just 'pull myself out' of the reality of daily life to do it. I was totally out of margin for the first time and needed to learn how to walk there - and survive.

So I dropped out.

But this Spring I have enough margin to try again.  We are currently on week 3 of an 8 week mentoring and support session led by Stacy Manning- the Minnesotan who wrote "Adoptive Parent - Intentional Parent" the book which helped clarify my own understanding of the need for intentional parenting.  In this season of life it's exactly what I need to be relationally intentional with my crew - and with myself.

If you feel stuck in your parenting - if what you are doing isn't working or you see results or patterns in your home that concern you - may I encourage you to talk to a friend, pray over it, make a change, take a class or read a book that might help lead you in a new direction?  Be brave - visualize something better and start moving toward it!

Friday, April 24, 2015

Progress Worth Fighting For.....

Last night I read in Stephen Josephs  book on PTSD that 'One in 5 families is predicted to experience major trauma in any given year' (What Dosent Kill Us, p11 +-)  It seemed extreme until I started reading what constituted 'trauma' and realized that our family could be labeled a walking trauma train.

We have experienced huge household moves - 4 in 18 months which totally rocked our world.  Add to that disruption of the biological family through 8 adoptions compounded by the breakdown of the adoptive family through separation of the parents. Then add in tough realities created by pre birth organic brain damage  related to drugs and alcohol as well as related side issues of depression and anxiety and it starts to sound bad?

OK - honestly it sounds horrible.
Like a train wreak, where you are scared to open your eyes because there might be bodies laying all over the place.

And there have been days when I have been tempted to hide under my covers - afraid of what daylight might show. 

But this is where trust comes in-
and its close relatives
Love and
Its where the path divides
and I remember to start by taking one breath.
And testing what is true.
Because the Bible
isn't just a book of rules telling me
how to live
it whispers over
and over again
just who I am.
(Chasing Francis - love that book!)

My names are written there
Beloved....which I have written on my right arm on my left
Redeemed.....which should be smack on my forehead.

The list goes on and on and on....and I am filled with it until I cant stand it anymore.
And I have to overflow.
Not with bitterness and sorrow - but with a flood of joy.

Its not truth like a magic wand
or false promises that there will be no suffering

Please no.
That is not hope
its smoke.
The pain is still real
The trauma is still true
The hard daily reality is still grinding
and there are consequences that must be dealt with.
But there is also deep abiding joy
and new growth.

A future were wounds become scars
and stories are woven together in ways which tell
of plans I could not see
when we walked one day at a time
through darkness and uncertainty.

So I throw the covers off
And commit daily
to becoming an expert in trauma.
A title that no one really wants
like 'cancer survivor'
because to claim it -
you walk it first.

But leading my family in survival
and teaching each one
how to thrive
how to grow
how to learn
from hard things
instead of being defined
or destroyed by them
is progress worth fighting for.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Walking By Faith...

Walking by faith is easy when the sun is shining and the seas are calm.
But when the wind picks up
and the sails all gone.
When you are far from the plotted course
and unable to find your way back.

When there is no plan
beyond 'do the next thing.'
breathing in
breathing out.

When all you taste is the sharpness of panic
and the rising stench of fear.
You have to choose again -
will you trust the God who brought Moses
to the edge of the Red Sea
and through it
To not abandon you -
Or will you run from Him?

Leaning in
     and shattering
reaching out
     and being sharply rebuked.
Walking paths you never thought possible
     as you fight to remember who you are.

Wandering through valleys
    of bitterness
       and brokenness.
Clinging in desperate need to the only
one who knows the truth.

Because words don't change things
and silence only acts as cover for the darkness.

This is the place I learn to walk by faith
the place where it has been tested and refined
into beauty.
In the holes
In the silence
In the stillness
In the corners where dream die
and are replaced with the maturity of hope.

For we have been told that tribulation brings perseverance,
and perseverance character
and character hope. (romans 3:5)

And hope is the anchor to which I hold. (Hebrews 6:19)

In hope I am secure.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Gently Called Out.....

Last Thursday was the appointed day for my 6 month mammogram.  Because of my family history of breast cancer and my own unique lumps and bumps - I have been on a 6 month ultrasound/mammogram cycle for several years.  A year ago while I was in China I found a suspicious lump and wrote about it as one of the things I didn't expect to find while traveling.

It was a crazy season and that lump was put on the 'wait and watch' list.  From the preliminary results of this appointment and the primary radiologist I am clear again for now.  But this isn't really anything new here on the blog - I haven't had any problem sharing this reality for several years.  Cancer (or the lack of it) is nothing to be ashamed of.  There is no stigma attached to it anymore and I can type the word breast as easily as foot. 

But I was called out on something this weekend that I have been relatively silent about because it was too hard to find the words.
Too awkward. 
Too painful.
Too confusing. 
Too scary. 

Bigger than cancer to me are marriage problems.  The type that are disruptive enough for my husband and I to live at separate addresses since last August.  The ones that call for enormous amounts of honesty, prayer and outside support - before the tiniest steps toward healing can begin.

This post was finally written because my friend called someone else out of facebook for not sharing the hard things and I realized that I was doing exactly that.  Not in an effort to look good or be deceptive - but because I simply had no words (or at least no polite ones) to express the gut wrenching pain of a life turned upside down - which is fine.

But I write for more than that.

Borrowing an explanation from the novel Chasing Francis - I share and write here not to show my wounds but to show the scars.  To share the journey that I am walking and to constantly remember the truth that hope and healing come through knowing, trusting and believing in the risen Christ. 

Not in strength - but in weakness.
Not in wholeness - but in brokenness.
Wholly dependent on God.

I preach it to myself daily.

Because I have to.
Because it is the anchor that holds my hope for the future.

So now I'm 'out' on this topic I have been avoiding sharing- would you pray for me?  For us?  Because I believe that God does hear our prayers and cares deeply about each one.  To borrow from Ian Cron's book again "All ministry begins at the ragged edges of our own pain."  I long to use this pain in ways that points you toward God - toward healing and hope - toward a future.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

First Thoughts....

I haven't used an alarm clock in 19 years.  Instead real life calls me out and into the new day fast and often moving before I have had a chance to even find my glasses.

-'Bam! Hiss!!' Two Siberian cats hit my pillow in a fur flying spring male fight.

-'You NASTY  twit!!' one neighbor yells at another right before the sound of breaking glass.
-'Mom - I'm cold - will you cover me up?' A child calls from the next room.

Too often the first thoughts into my head each morning have nothing to do with intention or purpose - they are  simply responding to whatever is happening in the world around me.  I hit the floor running - in full decision making mode for good or bad.

But sometimes I have the luxury of watching the sunrise from my nest of pillows or chair on the porch.  Choosing what those first thoughts will be - relishing both the early morning quiet and the rattles of an old house waking up offers me a choice to make.

Do I whisper words of encouragement into my heart or do I carry the weight and worry of the day before with me?

Do I ponder the goodness of new mercies every morning and lean into whatever the day will bring with joy - or do I give into the wolf pack of worry, anxiety, fear and their leader bitterness?

These first thoughts are relevant each day- they matter to me and they matter even more to God.  Because when they are not starting me off in the right direction it is my responsibility to take hold of them, set my eyes  on things above and redirect them to where they should be.  If I don't,  there is no telling where my day may end up.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Wonder Undies Might Be Cute But A Cape Is Taking This Hero Thing Too Far...

Some of us are born with dreams of becoming police officers or firefighters.  We are comfortable with a crisis and when tragedy strikes we are the first ones on the scene - bringing order to chaos and making sure that all of the necessary things happen.  It's a natural  bent and can be very useful in loving and serving others well over our lifetimes.

But it can also become a problem.

When we forget that a rescue is different than everyday helping - there is a problem.

When we forget that we can't make other peoples decisions they have to do it and accept the consequences -  there is a problem.

When we forget that God is God and we are not - there is a problem.

When we forget that our fear (or someone else's) is not bigger than Gods plans - there is a problem.

When we forget that we are not super heroes - just plain old people - doing hard things in Gods strength  - there is a problem.

When others forget - that we are not super heroes - there is a problem.

Seriously - anyone can buy Wonder Woman underwear at Target.  My friend Sandy gave me some for my 46th birthday.  But that doesn't make me a Super Hero.  It just makes me laugh in the morning when I get dressed.

But the cape many of us are wearing invisible capes?  Convinced that somehow we are supposed to be something we are not - that we can never be?  Intervening to save those we love not from evil alien space monsters  - but from bad decisions, sinful patterns and most of all - the wrath of God.

Yeah.  I confess to that one.

Trying to get between those I love and the right and just consequences of their actions because I don't want them to have to suffer.

Except -that I am not protecting them from bad things.  I'm protecting (distracting?) them from good things that will teach them.  Which is my own messed up problem I'm learning how to deal with.

I have taken off that invisible cape and given it to the kids for dress-up
because I am not called to rescue anyone
except in a true 911 crisis situation

But I will keep the undies.
Because I need more laughter.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Anxiety: We can Only Manage Our Own.......

Everyone deals with anxiety at some point in their lives.  The bus is late, the bills are due, and the cute guy in the next class might look your direction.  It's that out of control, scared of what might happen feeling that causes our guts to clench up and our imaginations to work overtime in the negative realm.

Anxiety isn't bad - it's an indicator of our internal belief balance and we can use it to help ourselves make course corrections when we get out of whack.  When I catch myself being anxious its a good time to sit down, separate my real fears from my imaginary ones and see what can be done about both.  Instead of running blindly from them I would rather face them if I can, rebuke them (if they are false), take them to God in prayer either way and remove the 'scary' factor that they generate in my heart.

When anxiety develops in other people it's harder to deal with - especially for those who tend to want to rescue.  I'm one of those people (a reformed rescuer)and learning how to help rather than save them from their anxiety has been a battle for me.  But one well worth fighting.  I can offer support, truth, encouragement, stability and love to those fighting anxiety - but I can not save them from it as is it were a burning building.  Since anxiety is generated internally - it is each individual persons job.

Sounds simple - but in reality it's one of the hardest things in the world.  To watch someone you love fall into the trap and downward spirals of anxiety.  Being able to watch them take each step outward toward healing or inward toward deeper fear - becomes a daily exercise in grace and trust.  It is easy to want to rush in and fix things and hard to stand by and let them choose which path to take.  But they must choose their own path. One of the best tools I have recently found for helping kids understand the control we give worry and anxiety in our lives is the "When You Worry Too Much" work book.  It's not a cure- but a way to talk about and give words to the emotions that worry can create in all of us.

Today my hands off - no rescuing policy had  a sweet moment of reward as Laughter faced one of his big anxiety monsters and won.  This quiet boy eating a bowl of cereal is not what I would usually find in the early morning.  His fear of not being fed has led him into death spirals of panic and catastrophic thinking for years.  Today I intentionally lingered in the bathroom next to the kitchen and let him choose how he was going to deal with his rising 'I'm hungry!!!' emotions.  I let him crack the door so he knew he was not alone and simply told him he could wait or get himself a bowl of cereal.  This time - for one of the first times - he chose to tackle the problem instead of giving into fear/anxiety.   When I came out he was happily eating his cheerios and he had made huge progress down the pathway away from his fears.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

March Is Dream Season.....

True to form - March has blown in like a lion. On Monday it was 30' and sunny.  The kids were jumping on the trampoline and the grass was bare. Tuesday brought a winter storm and blizzard warning and this morning it is hovering near zero degrees.

I'm 'ok' with these erratic Spring weather patterns because  I know that soon things will shift and we will have survived another winter. A concept I never really understood growing up on the temperate coast - but one I fully embrace now that I have spent 20 years on the prairies.  March is a time of expectation, a chance to dream and an opportunity to stretch.

Monday I asked the kids to each share some things they would like to try/do/experience in the next year or so.  It was fun to talk about and now I have a better idea of where each ones interests lie.  The best part is that already I have found ways to make 2 of them happen - simply because I heard them spoken.  That's the personal part I'm working on this March - hearing the unique voices of each of my children and encouraging them to be wholly themselves.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

How Little I Know About Trauma......

Today NPR reported on one of the findings related to the ACE (Adverse Childhood Experiences) scale.  It's designed to be sort of a rough guideline for evaluating how traumatic experiences in early life can affect your adult health and it's some fascinating stuff. (More on the ACE and the actual 10 point quiz here)  Like how what happened in your family growing up might affect your chances of things such as cancer, obesity, autoimmune issues and heart disease.

It came on the heels of several conversations centered around both  childhood and adult trauma at church, the coffee shop, my kitchen table and our homeschool co-op.  Again taking me to that place where I have no words - no explanation - no way to express the sobering reality that I have very little true understanding of the impact that trauma has on human lives.  I know we can see and taste and experience the consequences of it.  I believe that the weight of trauma can become overwhelming to many people - defining who they are, how they think and establish the framework of their lives.  I see infants who have experienced trauma failing to thrive, teens who choose cutting and adults abandoning their families and relationships through addictions, withdrawal, denial and broken attachment patterns of their own. 

Sometimes its origin seems so obvious.  An explosion, an attack, a sudden loss.  But other times it seems inconsequential - a single day in a string of three thousand growing up -  a break in routine - a fear that never materialized - a hiccup in the lives of the people around you.  It look like nothing -but for some it becomes everything and it changes the lens through which they view the world and their place in it. 

Trying to understand trauma -from living my own and walking with others through theirs - the more I realize it is like a grape vine.   A living thing that once planted, creeps through our lives  - needing to be pruned and tended to in healthy ways so that it will bear fruit and be beautiful instead of simply wild and taking over the garden of our hearts. It's generally not a sunrise - or a burned finger - quickly forgotten in the details of life.  It's more.
Like a grape vine it can lay dormant for years until it is ready to grow - and then suddenly what looked dead and dry will spring into life - needing us to quickly move to provide new support and structure - training and guidance.  Bringing strong words into our lives like resilience, recovery and hope - replacing anxiety,  despair and darkness until we are no longer defined by trauma...even if we lived unaware of its affects in the first place.

Now that we are starting to see the long lasting effect trauma may have on our bodies as well as our minds - it is wise to take it seriously - to watch for the signs (even if they seem minor.)  To help ourselves and those we love to prune and shape the hard things, the trauma things, in our lives, so that they can become a beautiful and fruitful part of our story instead of allowing the trauma to shape us. 

God bless you today friends.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

FASD: What a Lack of Cause Effect Learning Might Look Like in The Middle Of The Night......

It's 2am - a child wanders into my room and stands next to my bed until I say the magic words which I have uttered a hundred or more times to them in this exact situation......"please say something so that I will know that you need me.'

"My head is hot."
"OK. Come close enough for me to feel your body.  Are you sick?"
"Did you have your head under the covers?"
"Are there lots and lots (like 4 down comforters )of them?"
"OK. Go back to bed, don't put your head under the blankets and only use one of the comforters over your body,  I think you have too many for tonight,"

Repeat again the next night.
And the next night.
And the next night.
Talking about it in the morning or at bedtime may or may not effect the outcome and sometimes things are learned.  But I have often been baffled by how to live with and teach individuals who are strongly affected by the inability to learn or change behavior based on cause-effect patterns.

It's just hard to live in our world and not understand why the water overflows if you leave the sink on or your brother hits you if you poke him in the eye.  And it's even harder to not blame/shame/and accuse those who don't understand in our own stupid ignorance of what is going on (or not going on) inside their heads.

I think that living without cause/effect must make everything look utterly random, chaotic, unconnected and especially with things like discipline - scary.  After all - if cause-effect isn't connecting....then why should school performance affect my ability to play high school sports?  Or my grades affect my ability to go to college? Or my attitude toward my boss affect my ability to keep my job? It's all totally unrelated and feels as if they are being unfairly persecuted.

There is no magic answer to 'fix' this particular problem - but you can help by finding ways of explaining life that don't use if/then as the basis of logic.....but it takes practice and lots of patience as you learn to look at why things happen in a totally new way.