I think it's clear by now that I experience life through taking pictures of it.
It has to be admitted that there is a selfish, peevish part of me that resents that I have captured all these great moments and that few have been captured with me in them - at least not in a way that I seem to be able to appreciate.
But ultimately, at the end of the day, I want my kids and my kids kids etc to see and understand that I am in those pictures. As I keep preaching - the way you look at me is the way that you show up in the photo. So when you see pictures that I have taken, and the people in those pictures are portraying some sort of joy - then that's me too. I am either making them laugh or sharing in the same joke.
So ... I'm there. I'm represented. Even if I'm not.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Snap, Snap, Snap, Snap
There are times when Steve and my parenting techniques clash. Mostly we're good, but sometimes we look at each other over the childs head and try to stare the other down.
Sometimes something that looks like an overreaction or otherwise crazy is actually awesome.
Steve has a knack for funny/weird parenting fixes.
Like the time he trained Finn to calm down/control his emotions by each of them touching their noses.
Well recently while helping Abby with her homework I heard Steve snapping his fingers at her and telling her to hurry. I shook my head in absolute shock - this was so so so so so obviously wrong. So I rush in with my stare ready.
And before I can ask what the heck is going on I'm noticing Abby's getting all the answers right. She's also not at all upset. I narrow my eyes and ask for more information.
Steve has noted something that I have not specifically noted. When answering a math question or any really, Abby's gaze is wandering around as she's looking for the answer. Apparently, Steve didn't just take that as normal adolescent stuff. He recognized it as something that gets him too. And by snapping and rushing her he's forcing her brain to keep from getting distracted by everything around her (like the wall... or the floor, or a cup...).
May not be in any parenting handbooks anytime soon, but it sure makes homework go faster.
Sometimes something that looks like an overreaction or otherwise crazy is actually awesome.
Steve has a knack for funny/weird parenting fixes.
Like the time he trained Finn to calm down/control his emotions by each of them touching their noses.
Well recently while helping Abby with her homework I heard Steve snapping his fingers at her and telling her to hurry. I shook my head in absolute shock - this was so so so so so obviously wrong. So I rush in with my stare ready.
And before I can ask what the heck is going on I'm noticing Abby's getting all the answers right. She's also not at all upset. I narrow my eyes and ask for more information.
Steve has noted something that I have not specifically noted. When answering a math question or any really, Abby's gaze is wandering around as she's looking for the answer. Apparently, Steve didn't just take that as normal adolescent stuff. He recognized it as something that gets him too. And by snapping and rushing her he's forcing her brain to keep from getting distracted by everything around her (like the wall... or the floor, or a cup...).
May not be in any parenting handbooks anytime soon, but it sure makes homework go faster.
And When You Find Yourself in Trouble...
STILL homeless kids. Granted, the most pampered and well looked after homeless people in the world, but still.. homeless.
At this point, I'm pretty sure you're all going to be highly unimpressed finally being in our own house (if this ever happens) with just us.
I find it funny that I know without a shadow of a doubt, that somehow, someday we will be fine. Settled even. Why is it still so hard to just walk thru the in between time?
It's despair sort of hard, and it doesn't have to be. Having perspective is all well and good, but somehow it doesn't always show.
There is a point of time - not far away that things will be where we want them to be. That's what Steve always tells us when we're in the worst times.
At this point, I'm pretty sure you're all going to be highly unimpressed finally being in our own house (if this ever happens) with just us.
I find it funny that I know without a shadow of a doubt, that somehow, someday we will be fine. Settled even. Why is it still so hard to just walk thru the in between time?
It's despair sort of hard, and it doesn't have to be. Having perspective is all well and good, but somehow it doesn't always show.
There is a point of time - not far away that things will be where we want them to be. That's what Steve always tells us when we're in the worst times.
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