Saturday, February 20, 2016

Disappointments and Family

Evan has never been one to shy away from the limelight, and he's gotten plenty of opportunities to shine in it these past couple months. But there was one moment his little light wasn't allowed to shine like he had planned and practiced.

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St. George's hosts a Talent Show each year where first through fifth graders are allowed to spotlight their gifts and talents. Evan decided way back in November he wanted to play the drums to the song Red Balloon from the movie Home. He started practicing with Andrew, his drum teacher, in December. By February, he could play that song in his sleep! There two rehearsals, but neither one he was able to actually play through the sound system.

The night of the show Evan was ready. He knew his part. He planned his exit. There was nothing left to do but play....

Sadly, he played with all his heart, but nothing was heard. His drums were not running through the sound system. I was working sound for the acts that required additional music (I was in charge of pressing play on all the music off a CD). I had nothing to do with instruments. When I realized he wasn't coming through the sound system, I leaned over and said something to the sound guy. Apparently he was also getting an earful in his headset about it. He was working furiously to make sound come out of the system, but nothing he was doing was working. But there was Evan....still playing.

About 45 seconds I hear the sound guy say, "It's on. I swear it is on...he is just playing too softly." Well, if you have ever been within 100 yards of Evan playing the drums you know that is one thing he does not do. He does not play the drums quietly. You can hear him for miles (or so it seems).
At that point he was half way through. I threw down my pen and put my head down. I was so upset. When I looked up, Evan was still playing his sweet heart out. He was phased, but not deterred. He was effected but not defeated.

The texts immediately started rolling in. Evan was only the second act. I still had 27 other acts to go. I had to be present in my moment to play the correct track at the correct time...to know whether the groups would start on or off stage. To know whether they move forward after the curtain lifts or need props before I hit play.

The backstage crew was trying to tell me to send him back and he would play again. John was trying to tell me Evan wanted to stay for the show. I finally threw up my hands and said, "I can't text you people! I will miss a cue!" and put my phone down.

I pushed past the disappointment and stayed diligent for the rest of the show so no one else's act would be messed up. When the show ended, there were so many people who came up to me to comment. So many people who's children were in the show, but still wanted to seek me out to tell me how sad they were and how well they thought Evan handled it. But the final straw was when I finally looked at my phone again and saw this text from John.


"We have one bummed out little drummer."

That's when I lost it. I drove home crying the entire way because I feel like I could have prevented it. If I told John to bring him back in, he could have played again. I sent Evan home even though he wanted to stay. (side note: We didn't plan on him staying so I didn't arrange him to sit with anyone!) I called John, crying about the whole situation. After talking to him the entire way and him being very calm with me, he basically said, "You cannot come home crying. He is in a better place now and if you come in here crying, he's going to be upset again." So I drove once around the block to gather my emotions. 

That drive around the block did me good. I was able to compose myself and plan what I was going to say to Evan. When I got home, he ran quite literally into my arms and said, "My drums weren't on." I explained I knew and that stunk. We went on the talk about disappointment. I made these points:

  • It won't be his last disappointment in life.
  • It's okay to be sad/mad/upset around his 'safe' people (us).
  • But most importantly, our character is defined how we react to life's disappointments. 
I spent quite a while talking to him about our reactions around others when we are disappointed. How the next day at school, people might mention that they knew his drums weren't on, and so on. He had two choices; he could pout about it or hold his head high and say how much fun he had anyway. He replied, "We don't pout." No sir, we don't.

What I didn't know, is what was happening behind the scenes. While I was crying in my car, literally talking out loud to God about my disappointment how the night went, my St. George's family was trying to make everything right. Jessica Abell and Tracy Forbes hatched out a plan for Evan. Tracy, who's daughter performed in the talent show, could have been driving home thinking about how great she did (which she did!). Jessica, who is like 10 months pregnant with a toddler at home, could have been thinking about finally ending her long day and getting to see her family. But no, both of them were so upset about Evan and wanted to make it right. 

That is what family does for each other. They celebrate all the successes and mourn all the losses. They grieve when you do and try to make things right when important things just don't go your way. In less than 24 hours, my St. George's family had contacted Evan's drum teacher, organized him to bring the drum kit to chapel, organized A/V for the drum to go through our system, and even talked to the professional videographer about dubbing over the Talent Show audio with Evan's new performance. 

St. George's is so much more than a school for my kids. It's so much more than a place they go to 180 days. It is rare to find a place where our family values and morals meet up with a superior education. If my children are spending more hours a week at school than at home, I want it to be a place where not just teachers and staff, but students and parents treat each other like family. A place where they care not just about his academic success, but his character, his emotional intelligence, his spiritual well being. It is literally a place they care about all the things that are important to us as a family.

So thank you to our St. George's family for making this disappointment something Evan will not remember as a disappointment. 
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Limelight

Evan has had a lot of chances to shine in the limelight this month and as we all know, he's not one to shy away from the spotlight. 2nd grade students put on a biography play each year. This is something I have looked forward to since Evan was in PK.

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Evan has always been interested in art, but his interest in Leonardo DiVinci specifically started after he saw Mr. Peabody and Sherman. More times that not, he donned what he believed was a Italian accent. He researched DiVinci's art. So it was just natural for him to choose him for his biography. One thing I love is the teachers made it very clear this was a book report, not an internet report. They spent so much time talking about proper research from the biography, note taking skills, summarization, important fact finding. This was so much more than a 'book report' come to life.

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We found a great Leonardo wig/beard/hat set and then scrounged around closets to put together the rest of his outfit. I think it turned out great, if I do say so myself.
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Evan delivered his 1 minute speech from memory perfectly, and even was able to get a couple laughs, which he wanted!
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But the highlight of the show was the dancing. I mean, who knew Leonardo was a painter, inventor, AND dancer.
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Just a couple weeks later, Evan was involved in the SGIS Talent Show. Things didn't go exactly as planned (read about that here). To make up for the blunder, Evan performed his solo during a SK-5th chapel. This means he performed this for over 300 people not once, but twice! How many adults can say they can do that?? We are so proud of him.

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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Bye Felicia and Peace Out Girl Scout

And any other saying that means buh-bye...so long....get out of here.

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My family has been sick for years. Well, okay, maybe it isn't years, but these past 2 weeks have been what I can only describe as hell on earth.

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It started with Luke and a 5 day virus (that was probably the flu, but I didn't test him because Tamiflu can't be tolerated by the Asbell stomach AND he had the flu shot) that ended with 2 days of an upper respiratory funk. We were all well and for 2 days. Two. Days before Evan and I fell to the plague. We are repeating the same pattern as Luke.

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**Side note - I want to jump on a soapbox for a second and say that 99 is a fever for some people. Parents, please take your kids' temps several times on a healthy day and find their average. Both my boys and I run between 97.2 and 97.5. So when one of them has a 99, it's like one of those normal 98.6 people having 100. When his is 100, it's like 102 for the normal temp guy. Us with a 102 is the scary, hallucinate you have small puppies in the bed with you when it's really your youngest son. That possibly happened.

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I could get all into the horrible details of what the virus has done to us, but I really think you'd stop reading after symptom number 2...

What I am taking away from this these 2 weeks of utter hell. How in the world St. Jude parents do it?

I mean, I know they do it because they have to, but seeing my babies so sick for this short amount of time was killer. Like I really don't want to live this again. I can't even imagine if this was my daily life.

Every time one of mine woke up at 1am throwing up, I prayed for every St. Jude mom and dad who spent countless nights in their bathroom holding their child while they threw up due to chemo.

Every time one of mine moaned from fever, I shed tears of the parents of all the St. Jude families who have heard or are hearing their child moan from cancer pains and not being able to do a thing.

When I held my child and could do NOTHING to make them feel better, I called out to God to hold all the parents and patients at St. Jude.

When I had little to no energy to even speak to my other child or husband after a long day of caring for my sick child, my heart ached for parents at St. Jude and their mental and physical exhaustion.

You see, no matter how many times we get a virus, I will never ever know the pain a parent who has a child at St. Jude feels. Never. But God has given me the power of prayer,  financial ability to donate, and opportunities to fundraise for this amazing hospital that understands it's not just the child battling cancer; it's the whole family.

I will be doing Yoga Gives again this year and would love your support. The kids at St. Jude would love your support. The parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, loved one of St. Jude would love your support. They may never know your name, never meet you, never be able to give you a hug, but I can on their behalf because I know if they could, they would.

Yoga Gives to St. Jude kids coming soon!!

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Interview with the kids

Interview with the kids - January 2016
E - Evan; age 7
L - Luke; age 5
With side comments from me in parenthesis.

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1. What is something I always say to you? 
L: I love you
E: I love you
(Awwww, I maybe I am not a terrible mom!)

2. What makes me happy?
L: Hugging
E: Us being happy

3. What makes me sad? 
L: Spanking
E: When we are sad, sick or hurt.
(Uhhh, Luke, are we talking about ME or YOU here?)

4. How do I make you laugh? 
L: You just tickle my feet. That will make me laugh more gooder.
E: Scare me and tell me jokes.
(Well, maybe I am a little terrible for laughing at my child when he is frightened.)

5. What was I like as a child? 
L: I don’t know.
E: You grew up in a school in the 80s and moved on to different grades. I think you were kind and caring child.
(The 80's....really....you wanna go there??)

6. How old am I? 
L: Well you’re not 5. (Captain Obvious)
E: 37

7. How tall am I? 
L: 10!
E: I have no idea about that.

8. What is my favorite thing to do?
L: Snuggling
E: Hmmmm, be with us, and snuggle with us, and go places with us.

9. What do I do when you're not here? 
L: Pick me up.
E: That I do not know. You probably go out shopping for yarn to knit scarves for people who need them.
(I am going through an arm knitting phase.)

10. What am I really good at? 
L: You’re really good at making us laugh and having fun.
E: Making us happy.

11. What am I not very good at?
L: Playing video games.
E: Making us sad.
(Luke has always been my honest one.)

12. What do I do for a job?
L: You cuddle at your job.
E: You work at a school called St. George’s and you are the computer teacher. You teach 1st grade and SK.
(I can hear Beth screaming POLICIES and PROCEDURES!!! My SG folks will get it.)

13. What is my favorite food?
L: Soup and salad
E: Chicken Soup
(really....really?? I think I have eaten soup twice in front of them.)

14. What do you enjoy doing with me? 
L: Snuggle
E: I enjoy playing with you and spending time with you and cuddling with you and just a lot of stuff.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Snow Dust!!!

Snowmeggedon was predicted this past Thursday. As a true southerner, we boarded up the house and prepared for the worst. This is how I prepare. #screwmilkandbread

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When we woke up, the adults were sadly disappointed with Jonas's showing. There was no blizzard, but just a dusting of snow on the ground. I am not sure the boys understood this wasn't 'real' snow. They thought it was the best ever.

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The rest of the day was spent lounging under covers, near fires, on pillows with friends and family.
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And no snow day would be complete without a sweet treat from the kitchen! Who cares if I am the ONLY person in the house that likes these....
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Saturday, January 9, 2016

Service Day 1: Union Mission

I *kinda* cheated and started my New Year's Resolution before the new year. Evan and I went down the The Union Mission to help serve the homeless on New Year's Eve.

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I found The Union Mission through a general google search of volunteer possibilities. After researching and reading about their mission and the design of the program, I knew I wanted to involve my family. The Union Mission has SO many ways you can volunteer: serving meals after chapel (which happens before every meal), making hygiene packs, babysitting for the women's bible study, Friday night family nights...this list keeps going. I called the volunteer coordinator and asked if I could bring my 7 year old to serve lunch and he said, "We'll see you tomorrow."

I have to admit...I was very nervous. I am not sure why I was nervous. I wasn't afraid. I was nervous. Would Evan say something that might be perceived as offensive? Because trust me, with the amount he talks, it was definitely a possibility. Would I know where to go? What to do? I had so many questions down to should I wear these boots or something not name brand? No earrings, right? Seriously guys....just keeping it real.

Like I mentioned, there is a chapel before every meal. We arrived a little before 11 and were guided to the front row. I don't even sit on the front row of my own church! But there we were. I texted John that I was the only female in the room, which made me even more nervous, but I was trying very hard not to show Evan. I found myself asking him multiple times, "you okay?" But in reality, I was probably trying to convince myself. At one point, he said, "Of course, mom. I'm fine. We're just sitting here." <gulp>

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This chapel was lead by New Dimensions Church and was like nothing Evan has ever experienced, but he followed along and shouted 'Amen' when told and 'Hallelujah' when told. He clapped and swayed and listened intently. At one point he leaned over and asked me, 'what's a crack addict?' I told him I'd let him know in the car. <gulp again> When the chapel leader leaned in and snorted his bible to demonstrate how he gets high now, I had to laugh, but thankfully so did everyone else in the building. Again, I told Evan I would explain later. (like when he's thirty)

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We lifted our hands one last time for the final prayer, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Because, again - keeping it REAL -  that was the hardest part for me. Now it was time to serve.

As the men who are in the program turned the room around from a chapel setting to a dining setting, Evan and I got ready. (Note to self, bring small gloves next time.)

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Evan and I were on drink duty. We made about 400 cups of water that morning. Evan handed very single person that came to our table a cup of water and said, "Happy New Year!" At one point we got a little behind and he said, "Mom! Don't keep these people waiting!"

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As we skipped walked out to the car, Evan held my hand and said, "That was so much fun! Can we come back tomorrow?" I promised him we would go back, but maybe not tomorrow.

When we got in the car this was our conversation:
Evan: Now, mom?
Me: Now what?
Evan: Now can you tell me what that thing was?
Me: What thing?
Evan: That word that I didn't know.
Me: Oh...um...well...uh...
Evan: Moooooom, just tell me.
Me: Okay, do you know what drugs are?
Evan: I know what drag racing is!
Me: Not quite the same.

So I just told him that the man was talking about a very bad choice he made. So bad that it could have put him in jail or even die. He knew that when he made the choice, but still made it. We talked about how most people know bad choices before they make them and how sometimes it is just hard to do the right thing. That, I think, he understood.

What I know he understood was on that day, he made a difference. Would the men and women have received their water had we not been there? Yes, of course, but Evan was there. He was able to look at each one of them and wish them Happy New Year. And maybe, just possibly, give them a tiny bit of hope to turn their situation around. I am sure we'll never know, but I like to think Evan's presence that last day of 2015 put a little joy in some else's heart. It sure put joy in mine.

Friday, January 1, 2016

These Hands These Feet

If you are one of the four people who read my blog (hey mom! love you!) then you might know how it got started. I made a New Year's Resolution. Four years later, it's stuck around. And each year, I set and record new resolutions: 2013, 2014, and 2015

2016 is no different.

But this year, it all started with Evan. One December morning before the coffee had entered my bloodstream, Evan decided he wanted to go through all his toys and find the ones he wanted to donate to the homeless. I literally could barely form a sentence because of the lack caffeine in my system. I grunted something about plastic bags and to get started.

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When I finally joined the land of the living (aka - finished my coffee), I joined him upstairs. He had some interesting questions. Orphans, St. Jude, homeless...

Then he proceeded to cry, in my arms, for 20 minutes...lots of crying. Big cries...sobs....and snot (on my new sweatshirt).

What 7 year old spends his Saturday morning crying over the plight of the homeless?? Mine. <sigh>

I took a picture just to send to my mom and ask "What am I supposed to do with this???"

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Now a lot had been going on in our lives that particular week. St. George's just finished two pretty big service projects: Coins for Carson which raised money for St. Jude in honor of Carson Head, a student who was very close to all of us and blanket making for the homeless. Second graders joined fourth graders for a day of service. They made blankets out of pieces of fleece to give to the homeless. We also have a very good friend who just received their first placement of foster children. A much longer story than I have time for, but these two twin babies have been prayed over for quite a long time. We visited the babies and brought the family dinner all in the same week that the two service projects happened.

My sweet and sensitive boy just had a lot on his mind!

We spent a while talking about all the things he had questions about. I told him that when we have concerns we find a way to help. I told him to always be a helper...that he can make a difference. That's what we call being the hands and feet of God. I explained what this meant to me and how we already do this as a family, but there was always room for improvement.

Once again...this is happening way too often, my son taught me a life lesson. I made him a promise that morning. I told him I would find ways for him to be a helper...to be God's hands and feet. So, I made this my New Year's Resolution.

My goal is to find one type of service to do with Evan each month. He really wants to focus on homelessness and kids that are less fortunate. After some research, I have some ideas:
Union Mission - Serving meals to the homeless and making hygiene packs
Sack Lunch Saturday (I made this one up) - making sack lunches on Friday night, including a fresh baked cookie, and delivering them to the homeless downtown on Saturday.
Book Drive for Hope House and Porter Leath
Meals on Wheels with MIFA
Collierville Food Bank collect, deliver, and sort canned goods
Delivering and Sorting Thanksgiving Meals with Hope Church
Adopting a Angel at Christmas

If you have any other suggestions, I would LOVE to hear them!

What I don't want to hear is what a good mom I am, because I am not. Most days I can't even check the 'mediocre mom' box. This wasn't even my idea. It was Evan's. We all, as parents, like to find what our kids are interested in and help them blossom in it, whether it be sports or music or in our case, service. I wish I was as good of a person as Evan. I just hope this small thing I can do to help him allows him to see that he can make a difference.