Thursday, October 29, 2009

A Dangerous Sport


This is our first year to have a cheerleader in the family.

I'm used to the children playing sports. It never made me at all nervous to watch them push and shove and fall and get bruised and skinned up playing basketball or soccer...but cheerleading makes me squirm.

I'm fine when the girls are just yelling and jumping and doing cheers on the ground. It's the stunts that make me crazy. Seeing those small girls flying through the air makes me want to close my eyes and wring my hands. I was glad when I found out that at 5'7" Ellen was too tall to be a flyer...very relieved to learn that she would be staying on the ground.

She told me that her place in the stunt group - a back spot - was the most dangerous. I heard her, but I didn't really believe her.

I do now.

Yesterday we got a call from cheer practice that Ellen had been hit in the nose during a stunt.

Today we went to the doctor and it was confirmed that her nose is broken. It is cracked right across the bridge, but fortunately not displaced. So we do nothing medical. We simply wait for it to heal, and pray that it heals properly.

She got a text from one of her cheer mates today telling her that the boys all thought that it was cool that she broke her nose doing *cheer* of all things. Cool is not the way I would describe it. Dangerous would be my word.

She is being a trooper, swollen nose, black eyes, sadness about missing the last football game of the season, and all.

I'm sad for her.

However, I'm also a little bit glad that she is out of the danger zone for the next three weeks.

Does that make me a bad mom?

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Luis Palau - CityFest

We got to spend some time this past weekend at the Central Arkansas CityFest with Luis Palau.

It was quite impressive. For one thing after weeks and weeks of rain the weekend of CityFest was gorgeous - bright, shiny and pleasantly warm. It rained Friday, become beautiful Saturday and Sunday, then the rain immediately started again on Monday.

CityFest truly is a monumental event. It's an evangelical festival that begins with a "season of service" and culminates in a huge weekend of music, action sports, food, fun for families, and great teaching. It is free to the public and the newspaper said that there were 55,000 in attendance. About 5,000 volunteers from area churches made the whole thing possible.

How wonderful it is to see churches coming together like that for a common purpose! If you have gone to church much in your life you know that doesn't happen very often. This was a great example of what can be done when God's people quit fighting with one another over inconsequential matters and work as one body. Amazing!

My family trained to be childrens "counselors" and spent most of our time in the family fun area during the day. In the evening there were numerous well-known bands and performers and of course Luis Palau. What an experience!

The festival was held on the north side of the Arkansas river. This is looking back toward Little Rock.
There were huge crowds in the kid's area.
And many of them came over to hear the speaker for the children. He was great! There was singing, jumping, dancing around...
and of course, some special guests...they brought friends to throw candy for them.
The children were laughing and having a great time, all the while hearing the most important message of their lives.
Here's Ellen in her orange volunteer T-shirt and white visor.
It was a great honor to be involved in such a this wonderful festival. I'm so happy that our family decided to participate.

Our prayer is that this event has an impact on our city for years to come.

Friday, October 23, 2009

So You Want To Date Our Daughter - The Talk

Going through some paper piles yesterday, I came across the notes that my husband, Kevin, made before he had his first talk with Paul, our daughter's boyfriend.

Hastily scribbled, in pencil, on scratch paper from his work truck, he had written down his thoughts. Thoughts that spoke of his love and hopes for his children. Thoughts that made me cry a little bit. Thoughts that reminded me that I needed to get back here and tell the rest of the story that I started so long ago!

It was time for the talk.

Calling it "the talk" makes it sound like a lecture, but it was actually a conversation. You see, Paul hasn't ever known his dad. Although he has had very good parenting from his grandparents, it has been obvious from the beginning that he really likes, looks up to, and respects Kevin. So Kevin wanted this to be a positive time that the young man could take with him not only while dating our daughter, but also into his future. Besides, truth be told, he really wants to get a look inside the mind and heart of any young man who will be spending time alone with one of his girls and he knew that he couldn't do that by lecturing.

However, you will just have to take my word for it that it was a two-sided conversation, because I'm not going to share what Paul said. Most importantly, I don't have permission to do so. Secondly, I wasn't there!

According to my husband's notes he had four main points.

The first one simply says, without other explanation, "protect her." So sweet. Keeping his children safe and well is such a top priority for that man. I was pretty sure I knew what he meant, but asked anyway. He said that they talked about the fact that if Paul was out with our daughter we expected him to do the best that he could to keep her safe from any kind of outside harm, to keep her out of bad situations, to be careful. Kevin even asked Paul if he struggled with road rage and exhorted him to drive carefully. (I thought that was interesting considering the fact that some of our biggest arguments have come because of how angry my husband gets with "stupid" drivers! Hmmmm - maybe he does recognize this flaw in himself....very good to know...)

Kevin said that this was the easiest part of the conversation. You see, we had already figured out that if Paul had been on the Titanic that he would definitely *not* have been one of those guys trying to sneak onto the boats for the women and children. He is an old-fashioned gentlemanly boy who opens doors and relishes the thought of his future role as the strong protector/provider.

The second line in my husband's notes says, "exercise self control." There were bunches of sub-points on this one! Basically, this is exactly what you would expect the father of the daughter to be discussing with the suitor. We have told both of them that we weren't going to try to dictate exactly what their physical boundaries should be, but that we do expect them to set strict boundaries, to set them before they needed them, and to not cross the lines once the decision was made. Emily certainly knows where we stand on the issue. Paul knows where his Christian grandparents stand and he knows that we are in agreement with them. Now it's up to the two young people to make wise choices. It was made clear that we hold *both* of them responsible for maintaining the lines.

I know that Kevin's goal was to really try to get to hear Paul's heart on this matter. They discussed many, many things - not just the typical reasons for abstinence such as unwanted pregnancy, and disease, but the spiritual reasons, and the long term and potentially devastating emotional ramifications of tying yourself too closely physically with someone before marriage.

The third main item on the page of notes was, "protect her heart." Wow. I was so glad that they discussed this. This part of the conversation was about being careful not to jump into the relationship too quickly. To really try to get to know each other as friends before they start making commitments or professing love. Paul agreed that he had seen too many people his age taking love too lightly, using words that had no real weight behind them. We were so glad to hear this! Kevin also asked Paul to always to be completely honest with Em - to not lead her on, or play games, or mess around with her emotions. Basically to be as careful with this aspect of the relationship as we expect them to be with the physical part.

It is my opinion that there is so much emphasis on the "purity" of a relationship that this emotional aspect is often overlooked. The truth is that young people fall in love and when they do they fall hard. There is nothing we can do to keep it from happening, but maybe, just maybe we can help them to stop and think before they leap - even if just for a moment, even if just a little.

The last thing on the list made me laugh. It said, "this won't be the last that you will hear from me." This just meant that if they continue to date, Kevin will continue to check in with Paul from time to time. To get to know him better, and to continue to try to impart a little wisdom.

With teenagers you don't really know if things are going in one ear and out the other, but Kevin felt that everything went very well.

Emily told me later that she had asked Paul what her dad had said and all he would tell her was that they had had a good conversation.

I know that someone will ask and yes, I've talked with Emily about *all* of this. We've had many serious talks and I'm always finding ways to interject something that I think is important into our every day conversation. She laughs and says, "oh no - another teachable moment coming." I always respond, "that's my job - baby - that's my job."

Our hope and prayer is that we can help these two navigate the wild and turbulent waters of teenage romance and that they will come through it relatively unscathed. We don't really know what we are doing. This method may not work. It might even backfire. But it's what we are trying in our typically muddled, a little off center, parenting style.

Hope it gives you some food for thought.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Tradition, Tradition

Going to the state fair is a long standing family tradition. We used to go when the children were tiny and we lived in south Florida. There the fair is held in January and you go wearing shorts and T-shirts.

Now we go to the Arkansas State Fair every year in October. The kids wouldn't think about letting us miss it. Since we've moved here we always attend with our friends Darrell and Tracy and their children and we always go on dollar night.

The midway.

Excitement upon arrival!

The adults.
(Allow me to mention that we are all much, much better looking than this. There was a constant mist leaning toward drizzle the entire evening - it was wreaking havoc on our hair-dos!)

The swings are one of the kids favorite rides.

This is a shot that I messed up in every possible way, but somehow it's kind of cool. Also, in spite of my disastrous photography all five of those blurry, floating in air people were part of our group!

The younger girls. They were just little kids when we started coming to fair together. Now they are so grown up! I hate that.

Another of our favorites - Cliff Hanger.

Playing games - of course we didn't win anything.

But he did! Something about this guy totally cracked me up.

Traditions are wonderful.

The best of them not only allow you to be with people you love, but are loads and loads of fun.

This one is perfect.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Where Did This Child Come From?!

Being the center of attention is horrifying to me. I didn't even like my wedding and baby showers because there were just too many people looking at me! I've learned to be friendly, but I'm really very shy, very much an introvert.

My middle child, Emily, doesn't have a shy or introverted bone in her body. She is the least self-conscious 17 year old girl that I have ever met. She doesn't care what anyone thinks, she doesn't care if someone thinks that she is silly. Honestly, the thought of acting "cool" has never crossed her mind. Her friends tell me that they enjoy being around her because she has a way of making them more confident and bringing them out of their shell.

We went to the state fair this weekend and there was a Karaoke tent.

You know what happened next. (feel free to ignore the singing - it was a tad atrocious)



Emily is the one in the pink. Her friend told me on the way home that she couldn't believe that Em had talked her into getting up there. Actually, I think that they both looked completely comfortable. It would have taken a miracle to get me on a stage in front of strangers at their age. It would take a miracle now!

My daughter is obviously her daddy's child.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Whooooo Pig

Life has been busy, busy, busy around here...and very stressful. So when a friend called and said, "I have three extra tickets to the Razorback game this weekend, do you want them?" Our answer was an unequivocal, "YES!"

Our older daughter was out of town at a volleyball tournament so it worked out perfectly for my husband and me and our youngest to go to the game. It was the first Razorback game for my husband and daughter and I haven't been in years.

The morning was chilly and overcast but you could feel the excitement building as we approached the stadium.

Our seats were way, way up high and in the end zone - but heck, they were free! We were just glad to be there.
We always watch the games on television, but this was an entirely different, multi-sensory experience. Nothing like seeing tens of thousands of hands in the air and tens of thousands of voices yelling WHOOOOO PIG SOOOIE! So much fun!
The excitement is palpable when the team runs onto the field.
Of course you have the loud, crazy, rowdy student section...
and the hog hats - which also come in a plastic variety if fuzzy is not your thing...
It was great to be able to see and hear and feel the amazing marching band...
The yelling, clapping, stomping, and excitement when the team made a touch down was thunderous. By the way...the Razorbacks made a lot of touchdowns.The fact that my team won...icing on the cake.

How crazy is it that what a group of 19 year old young men do on a football field can influence the mood of an entire state? I know the answer to that question - really crazy. However, I was swept up in the mayhem and it definitely cheered me up.

We had a great time.


Monday, October 5, 2009

Biggest Loser - Home Edition

My husband, daughters, and I watch the reality show Biggest Loser. We watch it faithfully.

Why are we drawn to it? I think that it's the inspirational stories. Also, because it is sort of fun to watch a group of people suffer through something that I hate - exercise. Mostly I think that we love seeing how people are able to change - not only their bodies, but their lives. We start to care about the players and want them to succeed. It really is amazing what they are able to accomplish in such a short amount of time.

Do any of you watch?

Be honest now. Do any of you find yourself watching while having your after dinner bowl of ice cream? Or a little snack of chips and salsa? One night after the show we counted Reese's Peanut Butter Cup wrappers. My husband had eaten 7 of those little suckers while he was watching people struggle to lose weight!

That's when we decided it was time for a change.

I need to lose about 10 pounds and my husband needs to lose about 20. We determined to start our own Biggest Loser program at home. We started last Monday - exactly one week ago. I set up the menu and cooked healthy, low fat, low calorie, well balanced meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We decided to do our exercising on our own as our schedules are so different.

For seven days I haven't had anything to drink but water, my diet has been full of fresh fruits and vegetables. No candy, no cookies, no sweets at all have crossed my lips. We did allow ourselves one cheat evening. We had some good friends from Tulsa coming into town and we knew that we would be going out to dinner with them. Even then I was careful in my selections!

I exercised 5 of the 7 days!

In other words, people...I DID GOOD!!! Honestly, I have been so proud of myself because self-control regarding food and exercise has never been one of my strong points.

We haven't allowed ourselves to get near the scale this entire week, so I approached my weigh in this morning with great excitement and huge anticipation. I couldn't wait to see how much I had lost. I was certain that it would be at least 1 pound. I even allowed myself to think that it might be 2. I was thrilled to finally be able to find out.

My feet hit the scale. I waited breathlessly for the number to appear on the electronic screen. What?! This can't be right. I got off, waited a second, and got back on again. The same number appeared. I tried again...it was the same.

I had gained weight. Yep, after a week of eating all the right things and exercising...I had gained weight. One pound. One whole pound. Sigh.

My husband weighs in tonight.

If he has lost a bunch of weight I'm going to have to work really hard to make myself smile and tell him congratulations. What I'm really gonna want to do is smother him with his pillow.

Oh well. I'm not quitting. Not yet, anyway.

However, If I gain weight next week I may be forced to accept the fact that my body functions better on cheese dip and brownies. It would be a hard thing to face, but I think that I'm strong enough to handle it.


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