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Not fair
Not fair
Do you remember...
Do you remember...
Remember and Celebrate
Remember and Celebrate
Breakdown
Breakdown
Rest
Rest
Safe Places
Safe Places
The Prodigal Son
The Prodigal Son
First Will be Last
First Will be Last
The April Fools
The April Fools
I can do hard things
I can do hard things
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When I was seventeen years old I heard about Jesus in way that felt fresh and new. Up until that point, I couldn’t see how faith or religion could align with what I wanted for my life. Those things felt cold and looked grey. . . I envisioned a big, bright adventure... I wanted to grab the world and eat it up - see beautiful things, meet interesting people and do everything that made me feel alive and free. . For the past two decades I’ve wrestled with lots doubts... but none of them have to do with what I know is true of Jesus. He is completely different than many of us have been fooled to believe. He loves people, without qualification. . Three cheers for Jesus on this beautiful Easter in New Zealand.
This is too good not to have it’s own post. I love doing stupid things with @maggiejboggs. In the wise words of Daniel Tiger “Try try try try try it again. Try try try try try it again. Keep trying, you'll get better. Try try try.” . . #noteddetails #keeptrying #youllgetbetter” #try #something #new #danieltiger
Our family takes road trips to try new things, see beautiful places, and have conversations that start and stop for days. Things go wrong and it’s almost always more work than I think it will be. But we love the rhythms and rituals of car travel and the all the ways it brings us together. . . When I was a kid, our family took lots of road trips. As a parent, it has been one of my favorite things to share with my own kids. This is a special trip, because we are doing it with my mom, sister and niece. I wish my dad and Joe could be here with us. They would have been happy seeing us all together. . . I am talking about our South Island road trip on my Instagram stories (the little grey circle below my profile on Instagram). I am also talking about my packing process - which has become more specific and involved over the years (brown circle on Instagram stories). . . One more noted detail... there is almost nothing I love more than doing stupid things with my sister. When I fall, she laughs harder and louder than anyone. It’s (almost) always worth the pain. Doing stupid things with @maggiejboggs in New Zealand... it doesn’t get much better than that. Also, I have a teenager... and that is crazier than my acrobatics. . . #noteddetails #roadtrips #packing #travelwithkids #travel #newthings #beautifulplaces #remember #celebrate #sisters #teenager #marriage #communication
When we lived here in 2013, on lazy days there was nothing more exciting than a trip to Rainbow Springs. We had an annual membership and went often after school and on the weekends. I thought we might have outgrown it, but it was the first place the kids wanted to take their cousin this weekend. . The park has a beautiful trail where you can learn about native plants and animals and see the National Kiwi hatchery. At the end of the trail there is a cafe and a playground, where parents can get a nice cup of coffee, and kids can burn off steam. . . The highlight of the Rainbow Springs experience is The Big Splash - a ride that takes you on a “journey back through New Zealand history”, before your wooden boat splashes down a gigantic waterfall. The ride takes less than ten minutes and there is almost never a line. You can “hypothetically” ride it for hours without getting off… which is exactly what we did on Saturday. Learning how to do the same thing over and over again (without loosing your mind) is the name of the parenting game. My mom is a master. She can make almost anything a fun for kids. . . There weren’t enough adults to ride with the short kids so my mom and I stayed on the ride and the older kids took turns on the playground with one of the little kids. When the log rolled around, we would swap kids and keep moving. . . At the end of the day everyone had ridden at least 7 or 8 times. One of my kids was angry that they didn’t get as many turns as everyone else. I took that child on one last ride… to make things fair. . . On that last run, we talked about how life isn’t fair and the sooner we learn that lesson the better off we will be. I explained that no matter how much or little we have, it will always be our inclination to want more. It’s in our nature. I shared that I’ve wasted years of my life wanting what other people have… and years of my life feeling guilt about the good things I’ve been given. It’s a conversation I will have with myself and my kids again and again.
On the way to Rainbow Springs Nature Center the other day a few of the kids were arguing in the back seat. My mom turned around and said “don’t make me yell at you like I did that time in Mebane.” I had no idea what she was talking about. I couldn’t even remember where Mebane was. . . All the kids started saying “oh yeah, that was crazy. I’d never heard Grammy yell like that.” They started rattling off all the details. “Remember mom... we were fighting and you started yelling at us and the you started crying and couldn’t stop... and then Grammy started yelling at us” I had no recollection of the event. . We were in Mebane for Christmas when Joe was getting treatment at Duke. We had planned to be in Nashville with my mom and niece, but at the last minute we decided to rent a cabin so that we could all be near my sister. After Christmas, Ben drove back to Nashville for work. The kids still had a time off before school started and I couldn’t get my head around going back. I was overwhelmingly sad. . . Instead of driving home, I decided (again, last minute) to surprise the kids and drive to Virginia, where I arranged to meet our old neighbors (from Delaware) at a farmhouse on the Chesapeake Bay. Apparently, the screaming and crying “incident” happened in the driveway right before we left. . . Hearing that story (and feeling as though it was a secondhand account) was sobering. Was I really that disconnected? Why couldn’t I remember anything about our time in Mebane… but I remember every detail about our time in Virginia? . . As we drove the rest of the way to Rainbow Springs I tried to recall details from other sad times in my life. No surprise, it was extremely difficult. Max was wondering why that was so frustrating to me. “Isn’t it good that you only remember the happy times?” I said, “Yes, it’s mostly good. But we can learn a lot from our history and our patterns.” . We all have things that we do when we can’t cope with reality. I take trips, organize my garage and hit people on roller skates. I think there are probably other things that I am not ready to look at or talk about yet. Maybe another day.
It’s been exactly a year since my sisters husband died and almost four since our dad died. Yesterday my mom, sister and niece arrived in New Zealand. We ate tacos and had a unicorn dance party. This morning Ben went to work, Max and Maggie made crepes, we dropped my sister at the Polynesian Spa for a day on her own, my mom and I took the kids to Rainbow Springs Nature Park. . . This evening we picked up fish and chips and all went to the lake to celebrate the lives of two people we love. Yesterday (after my trip to the airport) our van broke down.  We all squeezed into a small car for a short trip to the lake. It was windy so we sat on the ground behind a picnic island, someone spilled wine and soda, I bought too many chips and not enough fish. . . We walked down the dock to spread ashes in the lake. We took turns pinching little bits of ash out of my sisters “travel urn” (as she affectionally refers to it). As usual, things were chaotic. People bumping and bumbling around and someone asked where my dad’s ashes were - Arleigh said “Papa’s over there.” We laughed, knowing that he would have too. . . As we drove home in the rain, each person shared what they miss about Joe and Papa. Some of us cried. We prayed and then drove the rest of the way quiet… packed into a tiny car like a bunch of clowns. We watched Elf and then put the kids to bed. . . It was a beautiful, painful, heavy, light, silly, sad day. Grief is different for all of us.
When I finally went into see the doctor about my toe, she was a little bit horrified that I hadn’t come in sooner (because it was so bruised and ugly). As she wrote my referrals we talked about how our family ended up in New Zealand. She asked me if we were happy here and I almost cried. . . I told her about all the little things we love about living here. The margin we have in our days, the time we have for our family, the feeling of not always being rushed and afraid. There is not a pervasive culture of fear in this country. There is time to think and be myself. I feel more light-hearted when I am here. . . When my doctor was reading my medical history she asked what I was taking bupropion hydrochloride for - Welbutrin is not commonly used to treat depression in New Zealand. In America is it like shelf candy. . . I explained that I have struggled with depression on and off for my whole adult life. I have lots of disciplines that I use to stay healthy - exercise (extreme sports), healthy diet, good friendships, prayer, and study groups. I have also taken Zoloft, Lexapro and Wellbutrin at different times in my life. Wellbutrin is the drug that I have had the most success with (I talk more about depression on health section of my instagram stories - that is where I do most of my talking these days). . . … and then I said “I am depressed because I know that we are going back to America someday.” It was a joke, but as soon as it came out I knew that it was true. . . I had a breakdown of epic proportions last month. I was more angry and more sad than I have ever been in my entire life. I got stuck in my head thinking about all the broken things. Fear, busyness and distraction is wining in America. It scares me to think about going back. . . #noteddetails #fear #busyness #distraction #depression #anxiety #time #rest #peace #courage #hope #love #sharethelove #notthehate
Last Friday I broke my toe. It was the same day that I went to the doctor to start back on antidepressants. (I talk more about that in the health section on my instagram stories). . I didn’t go to the doctor about my foot until today - six days later. Generally speaking, I wait too long to get help. That is a common theme for me. I knew it was broken and dislocated as soon as it happened. I popped it back in place and kept moving along. Business as usual. When Ben got home he had a look, said it was broken and told me the most likely course of treatment. I didn’t have time for the doctor. . . I do all sorts of “risky” things like roller derby, aggressive quad skating, mountain biking, and surfing. I jump off cliffs with my kids and do stupid acrobatic routines with my sister. I broke my toe getting out of the shower. Not what I would have expected. Also, it’s not a great time for me. My family arrives tomorrow and I have a million things that I want to show them. I was in denial. . . I hobbled around for the next six days, with a painful smile. I didn’t change anything in regards to my daily routine. I put my leg up when the pain got too bad. This morning when I woke up and my foot was purple and throbbing. I finally decided to pay it a little bit of attention. . I went to the doctor. It was broken. They did exactly what Ben said they would do. Nothing really changed, but two thing happened for me. One was physical and one was mental. . . The buddy tape that they used at the clinic was stronger than what I have been using at home. It was a small changes that made a big difference. The more significant thing that happened was mental. When I paid attention to this minor injury, it helped me to recognize a larger problem in my life. . . Far too often I push through things that I really should address. It is much easier to keep busy. I love adventure, activity and achievement - it’s who I am. It is also something that can distract me from other things. I don’t like to rest. . . #noteddetails #broken #rest #achievement #fear
Yesterday there was a car accident. Two parents and three children died. One of the girls who died attended school with our big kids. The only survivor (a eleven year old boy) also attends their school. . Learning how to talk about death and empathy, with my kids was not a natural thing for me. I hated it... until I realized how much worse it was not to talk about it. . . We’ve had a lot of up close and personal experience with death these past few years. I thought that I had a good pulse on how we were all coping with it. I was surprised to learn how “off base” that assumption was. . . I had an experience with one of my kids a few months ago that shook me to the core. I had no idea that they were carrying so much fear and anxiety until it poured out in a watershed moment. It changed they way I talk to my kids. . . Now, when scary sad things like this happen - I go overboard with the conversations we have. I talk about it for a lot longer than feels comfortable and bring it up again and again - so that everyone knows they have a safe place to deal with it. . . We empathise with and pray for those who are sad, hurting, grieving, alone and we talk about the fears we have associated with these kinds of tragedies. Talking about it is hard, but it is better than the alternative. . . Creating safe places for people to talk about hard things is important work. Do it whenever and wherever you can. . . #noteddetails #safeplaces #pain #suffering #kindness #grief #loss #empathy #death
I have long been a fan of @sniequist. I have talked before, about her first book (Cold Tangerines) and how it shaped my life when I was a young mother. In 2012 when I was coordinating @mops_international at our church in Pennsylvania I bought a whole case of this book to share with other young moms... because “celebrating the extraordinary nature of everyday life” is something we need to do as mothers (and humans). . . Shauna has a powerful way with words and a keen eye for beauty. She tells stories that are good. I have loved every one of her books. Shauna and her family moved to New York around the same time we moved to New Zealand. I have been following their journey (as you do on social media) - waiting with eager anticipation for what ever emerges from this season of change. . . Yesterday she shared some reflections on the Parable of the Prodigal Son at her church @tgctribeca. It’s a message I will listen to over and over again for years to come. Thank you Shauna, for doing what you do best. You are a gifted teacher. I listen to everything you have to say. Have a listen friends, link in profile. . . #noteddetails #prodigalson #coldtangerines #goodstories #goodwords
Have a listen on Spotify. Thanks for this @lorichaffer . . We been walking round looking for someone to blame, Staring at the clouds taking in the rain. I never woulda guessed never woulda dreamed You’d swallow the great lie, become the machine. . You can think you’re in the clear, think you’re on the path But I know you honey, you know better than that. The heart is full of fear, it can make you blind, Hurt your neighbor for food, make you lose your mind. . O babe, has it really been that long? Did you really forgot? Why you singing the wrong song? O babe, you gotta try to remember the verse. The first will be the last and the last will be the first. . I know the times they are so full of change But there’s no excuse to bow to whatever god will make you safe. You never liked it when you couldn’t see What was in it for you but I thought you believed that You can tell a good tree by it’s fruit, Thorns and decay and lies are the signs of a brute And to find your life you gotta give it away Cause to love it too much it will make you a slave. . Oh babe…. . Blessed are the poor. Blessed are the hurt. Blessed are the weak. And those who are cursed. Blessed are the angry. Blessed are those who are cold. Blessed are the young. Blessed are the old. . Oh babe… . Blessed all those who mourn. Blessed all those who yearn. Blessed are the crazy, and those who turn. Blessed are hungry. Blessed are those who shout. Blessed are those who will only whisper and those who are filled with doubt. Those who are filled with doubt. Blessed all those who doubt. I said all those who doubt.