Saturday, February 14, 2015

My Funny Valentine

Valentine's Day...I feel like you either love it or you hate it. And scrolling through Facebook posts throughout the day, this was even more obvious. There was the love it camp posting pictures of flowers and chocolates, pictures of date night attire, check-ins at fancy restaurants and selfies with champagne glasses and kissing your lover. Then, there was the hate it camp: diatribes against this stupid commercial holiday, rants against the millions spent on roses that will be dead and gone in a few weeks, and even a picture of a dead Cupid with an arrow in his back. 

I don't think that I fit into either of these camps! I don't love it, but I don't hate it. I enjoy seeing what everyone else is doing on this special day! I love the pictures of my friends enjoying each other and having fun! I celebrate with them as they proclaim their love for one another. Many of the friends on my Facebook page I have watched through the years blossom and grow into adults in love. And it warms my heart. But I will admit that there were several times throughout the day that I maybe hated it for a few seconds. Thinking about how angry I would get at Brian as I walked through our house and collected the Valentine's gifts he had purchased, after I had told him we weren't doing gifts. Flowers. Balloons. Jewelry. Stuffed animals. Ugh! Money down the drain...or so I'd pretend. As I was cursing him a bit, my heart would soar knowing that he had gone to all that trouble for me. And I will admit that as today passed, there were moments that I would look to my counter, hoping to see flowers. Daisies...never roses...and he always knew that. 

But, those moments were fleeting. Brief. Enough to take my breath away, or send and twinge of pain to my heart, but my day was so full of joy and happiness and love I couldn't help but move on! Starting with good morning texts from my sissy and a special Valentine text from her. Manicures and pedicures with my girls and my momma. Dinner with my parents and girls and my other mom and dad, Sherri and Tom...and Rachel, who is one of my other sisters. Texting my bestie off and on throughout the day. A quick phone call and an "I love you" to my other bestie. It was a good day! A day filled with love! It was a good day!

I think I have mentioned before that I am an admin of a grief group on Facebook...a young widow group. All week I have watched as they have posted memories of their Valentines, their husbands that have passed. I have messaged these women privately to check on them. They have messaged me with sadness and fear and emptiness. They have posted similar memories of mine with Brian. A holiday filled with flowers and jewelry, fancy dinners, hugs and kisses...no more. This holiday for many of them is filled with sadness and fear, a gaping hole left in their hearts. And my heart aches for them because I know that pain. I know that sadness. And I feel for them. But I also share my thoughts and feelings on it. I have sadness. I have fear. I have a gaping hole in my heart. But I am healing. I am finding myself and who I am in this world as a widow, but also as a person, and more importantly as a Christian. For I have found someone who can heal all those wounds and loves me more than Brian or any earthly man ever could!

My Jesus! My Savior! His love is so great He died to save me! He died so that I may live! And as I learn more about my faith and my place in this crazy world, I learn exactly how much He loves me. And I learn that it's ok to breathe again. 
 
And as I see His love in my life, it connects me to the people in my life more deeply. Today was amazing! And I looked at the people in my life through eyes of intense love.  My momma. My girls. Tom and Sherri and Rachel. My sister. All of my friends. All of my family. Such intense love! Such intense feelings of love and gratefulness and peace and joy! I love, because He first loved us. And feeling His love intensify in my life, has only given me the ability to love even more!

I don't need a holiday to love others. And I don't need flowers and chocolate and jewelry to know I'm loved and to love others. I just need to pause long enough to feel His love shower down on me. And to also pause long enough to share that love with others! With you all!

Valentine's Day...a day for love. But I think everyday should be set aside for love! So, my challenge to you is to make everyday about love! Send a card to someone who you love and let them know! Hug someone! Grab their hand and tell them you love them! Stick a post it note on someone's car window reminding them how much they mean to you! Smile at a stranger! Love! And be loved! For God so loved the world...and forever set the bar for how we are to love! So love! And be loved!

Happy Valentine's Day! To all the people that I love... ❤️

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Catch Me I'm Falling

"You can’t keep picking people up; you have to stop them from falling."  -Robin Williams

There have been a million topics in the last few weeks that I have felt compelled to blog about. So many things have spun around in my head. Amelia and I have had some amazing heart-to-hearts. Emerson and I have spent a lot of time together lately so she and I are also talking and I'm getting some good stuff from her too. The Seahawks have had us on an emotional roller coaster of a ride. My heart and mind have been on the students and staff at Olympic High School as Amelia and I coordinate the bracelet-making, and make bracelets into the night for the students that were tragically lost in a car accident. And through all of it, my blog has been silent. There are so many things to write about. So many story lines that roll around in my head. So many ideas from my children. And yet no words come out. 

I have written before about the difficulty of blogging. That difficulty isn't about how hard it is to come up with topics, but rather how to weed through topics. How to consider my emotions, my readers' emotions, my children's emotions. There are so many things tied into the blog.  And then, there is also my personal journey and where I am on my path. The progress or lack of progress I feel I am making has a definite impact on what I want to write, or even IF I want to write. Today? I want to write. 

A few nights ago, Amelia and I were laying in bed together talking. It's our few precious moments of talking and prayer and just being together before I tuck her in and then turn out the light. Our "one more thing mommy" moments. We were talking about her day and she suddenly said, "I love our house! I'm so happy here!"

I smiled at her and told her I was so happy that she was happy and asked her what made her happy about our house. She said she loved it because it was big and safe and warm and because Emerson and I were here. And then, her little face got very serious and she said "And yet our house is also the most terrifying place in the world!" I try really hard to remain stoic when these conversations happen, and over the years I feel like I have gotten pretty good at keeping neutral facial expressions. My close friends will probably tell you how very wrong I am because I kind of tend to show a lot of emotion in my face. So I blankly stared back at my little seven-year-old as I worried about where this conversation was going to turn. 

"What do you mean, Amelia?"
"Well, I love our house. But it's a scary place also."
"Why is our house scary, Amelia?"

She paused for a moment before she carried on. "Well, we have a lot of hard conversations together here. We talk a lot about bad things that have happened. We have bad dreams and my room turns into a horrible place at night. But the worst? Walking down the hallway at night."

"Why is that the worst?" I muttered as I was wracking my brain trying to figure out what she was going to say."
"Well, I think it's because at night when it's dark, I don't like to be without you in the back of the house. So I run super fast to try and get what I need quick before I really freak out. And then, when I'm doing that, I panic that I will trip and fall and hurt myself. And if I'm all alone, who will catch me?"

I paused for a moment to let this sink in. I smiled and told her that I thought I could fix that. "How about when you go down the hallway at night, I turn the light on and we walk down the hallway together?"

She smiled and said, "Well, that would make it better. Because the hallway might not be as scary. But it would be even better if you would walk with me and hold my hand. That way, if I trip, you can stop me from falling."

The very next morning, I saw the quote at the top of this blog from Robin Williams. He was a huge advocate for the homeless and insisted that extras in most of his movies were cast by people who were homeless or struggling. It was written into his contracts for most of his movies. When I read this I immediately thought of the conversation I had just had with Amelia. It's amazing sometimes how things just happen and how I can tie things together for a blog post. 

Something else that has happened to tie this together is a shift for me at work. My babies at work need to have their hands held. They need someone to stop them from falling. I watch every day as kids pass through my office, or walk past me in the hallways. Kids who walk through life terrified, unsure of their steps, and just waiting to fall. Wanting so desperately to hold someone's hand so that they don't fall. And each day our jobs as educators get more and more difficult. We are supposed to teach. We are supposed to worry about Smarter Balance and test scores and intervention groups and meeting IEP goals. I read pages and pages of assessment data and therapy data. I plan activities and rework programming to make sure my paperwork is lined up and everything is exactly the way the state and the federal government want it to look. And in the meantime, my kids are stumbling, and I'm too busy with other pieces sometimes to notice that they are falling flat on their faces. And it's not because their paperwork is out of compliance. Or because I didn't write the correct goal for them. Their home lives are chaotic. They are coming to school hungry and tired. Moms and dads work overtime and are never home. They don't have jobs. They may not have homes. The kids are worried their parents are splitting up. Or their baby brother just died. Dad has cancer. They live in a two bedroom house with three families total. Mom expects the kids to take care of her. Dad is out to sea for most of the school year. And they are sent to us everyday to fix them. Teach them to read. Help them learn social skills. Push them to learn math when they cannot even focus on the paper in front of them. But make sure that they are not singled out. Ensure that a college won't find out that their kid had speech services. Don't give them headphones if they ask because we don't want them to look different. And they are falling. They are stumbling. Crashing and burning. 

So, since reading that quote I have tried to apply it to my time at work. To know that I need to bolster these babies up and help them before it gets to the point where they stumble and fall. So Rice Krispie treats for the baby who never gets breakfast. Shampoo and lotion for the girl who is turning into a lady and needs to know how to take of herself. Cradling the little second grader as she cried because her mom and dad are fighting, and just spending her time with me talking and crying and trying to figure out what to do to help her. Taking a little extra time with a mom because she is scared and just wants to be listened to also! 

It is so important to help others! And to help them before they get to the point of falling. Because it is so much easier to stop someone from falling than have to pick them up off the ground. Taking a little extra time to make sure they are solid and stable so that they can run the race themselves, confident in who they are and where they are headed. It's not easy. And it's exhausting. And you can't stop everyone from falling. But I try and think about my own girls and what they have been through. And as I send them to school, I try and think what is the important lesson here? Is it two digit addition? Or knowing that they are in a safe environment? Is it spelling lists and memory work? Or is it the comfort of having an adult in union with myself that will grab Amelia by the hand and tell her it's ok! Or having someone tell Emerson it's ok to be sad and things will get better. 

Human connection is so important. And so many of the babies that come through my office door don't care that I'm teaching them expected behaviors, or the correct way to say their R sound. They care that I listened to them cry. They care that I handed them a tissue as they sobbed to me about their momma being sick. They care that they know they can run to me if they need me. And that is so much more important to me than progress on their IEP or what their score is on their evaluation. 

So, be that person for someone! Be the one that holds them up in their time of need! Be the one that keeps them from falling. But, if they happen to fall, be there to pick them up and dust them off. Just try to open your eyes and see what happened, see why they fell. Because you don't know how many chances you'll have to help them up before it's too late! 


Monday, February 2, 2015

Will the Last One Out Please Shut the Door?

The day after the Super Bowl is always a difficult day for me. You see, I love football. And most of you know that I love Seahawks football. I grew up watching football with my grandfather, so I have so many wonderful memories with him, and even though he has been gone way too many years, every game he crosses my mind. So when I had the chance to buy season tickets for my husband that first Christmas we were together, I jumped at the chance. So back in 2006 I got our name on the wait list. Back then it was a two-year wait for tickets. I remember crossing our fingers that first year hoping for a miracle and that we would finally get our tickets. We didn't...so the next year was the same thing. Crossing our fingers and hoping it would be the year we would get our tickets. It was! And Then I found out I was pregnant with Amelia. The last thing I wanted to do was haul my pregnant self up all those flights of stairs. So Brian took friends. And I watched from home.

The next season came around. I had a baby. I just couldn't leave her. So again Brian took friends. And I watched from home. And this continued for a few years where I would make excuses to not go and let my husband take friends. One game, Brian couldn't go. I sold them to this girl named Kristi. She took a friend. Then, the next season, Brian had a game he couldn't go to. And I decided I was finally going...with Kristi. We had a blast!! 

In 2010, Brian and I went to the first two games of the season, and we had the best time! It was the best date days we had had for a long time with now TWO babies in our home. The first times we left the girls. We laughed. We talked. They were amazing days! And then October happened and just like that he was gone and my world was rocked. Panicking that I was down to one income with two children I didn't know what to do. So, sadly, I posted my tickets for sale on Facebook. They were gone in less than 20 minutes. To people that I deeply loved. That girl Kristi bought a pair. And then messaged me and told me she was taking me for my birthday. And we had a blast! A couple other people that had bought my tickets ended up taking me also. I have amazing people in my life. 

The next season Kristi and went to every game together, except one when I was super sick. Then a complete season together and our boys made it to the Super Bowl. And then a complete season this year and another Super Bowl appearance. We just might be lucky. 

The conclusion of yesterday's Super Bowl game was heart-breaking for me, for more reasons that the loss. The end of football season is a hard thing for me. The Seahawks losing was tough, but I rejoice in the fact that we were still playing in February. And how amazing that first home game next season will be when they unveil the NFC Champions banner at the Clink. But the ending of the game yesterday was also the ending of built in hang out time with my bestie. The end of the game yesterday was an end to weekly walks down memory lane thinking about my grandpa. So much emotion tied to just a game!?

In fact, someone said that to me today: "What wrong with you? It's just a game!" And they are right. It is just a game. But, it's not just a game to me!  It's watching a team of outstanding young men pull together in some super tough moments. It's being inspired by a group of men that strive to do their best. It's watching these men pray together and offer thanks to God and bring Him to light in a very public way, and me wanting to follow their example and give praise to Him in all that I do. It's, again, built in bestie time with Kristi and all of the tradition and happiness and strength that she gives me in our ferry chats and Fireball toasts and screaming embraces during the game. It's talking plays and knowing calls before the ref signals, and knowing that I'm a girl who knows a lot about football because of my grandpa. It's the fun of getting to know the people in Row E and having a built-in football family. It's hearing the national anthem and watching the perfectly orchestrated fireworks go off and having shivers of goosebumps rise up my spine. It's anxiously waiting to see who will be raising the 12th man flag, and then sobbing thinking of how much my grandpa admired "insert flag-raisers name here" and how cool it would be if he knew I had season tickets. It's following Blue Thunder drumline out of the stadium after a win. It's all those things, and so much more!

So, yes, I am heartbroken after the loss yesterday. But my disappointment doesn't come from lamenting whether Wilson should have passed, or handed it off to Lynch. I don't question Pete Carroll's, or even Darrell Bevell's play-calling. Our boys fought hard, to the bitter end and as cheesy as this will sound? They are all winners! They have brought our city, our state, the joy of a Super Bowl win. Two appearances in two years! Not many teams can say that. Their individual back stories are amazing - the adversities they have overcome, the trials they have faced, the pain and obstacles they have overcome. They are amazing, whether they're bringing a trophy home or not. 

I will always be a 12...I will remain loyal no matter what, win, lose or tie. I wore my Seahawks gear today, and cried a little inside. Sure, it's just a game. For some. For me, it is my happy place. The place where the outside world is shut behind the gates of a football field. Where trouble and adversity stops being at the forefront of my brain and I can sit back and revel in the joy of football. Where I mourn the loss of my grandfather and find my smile in knowing that he has the best seats in the house. Where I accidentally found my lifelong best friend and get to share so much of my life with her. These things don't stop just because the game is over. But it sure is a lot more fun from our seats in Section 305!

So, to Pete, Russell, Doug, Kam, Richard, Earl, Jermaine, Marshawn, Bruce, Steve, Jon, and all the other amazing Seahawks: THANK YOU! Thank you for an amazing season, an incredible playoff run, and a bright future! I'll be counting down the days until our first pre-season game in August on my green and blue paper chain! Go Hawks!