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Good and Bored
1/24/2010 3:09:49 PM
Good and Bored
I love when our boys get good and bored; that is when all the fun happens. We don't live in a neighborhood, so there aren't other kids to fill that space. Its just the two of them and their creative minds. Like most kids, they have Wii and Xbox, toys and sports equipment. But many times they hunger for something more. The good stuff.

Today, they covered pvc piping with foam pipe insulation, wrapped with painters tape - all purchased with their own money (a whopping $10.) They strapped on random skateboarding and football pads and went at it. Ta Da! Indoor jousting was born! The rules (and the name) are still in development, but its already been plenty of fun.

When my guys get good and bored, they are at their best. We are currently the proud owners of a huge plane built of cardboard boxes and duct tape (it really flies!), a pvc cannon, and a grappling hook, all born out of boredom. Over the years, they have created a myriad of contraptions, built numerous forts (indoors and out), and filmed hysterical movies together. Our best days started out as some of the most boring.

I never pictured living in a home where I had to step over inventions crafted out of recyclables or recipes for fake blood, but I wouldn't trade it for the world!  
Haiti
1/17/2010 3:26:59 PM

Are You a Beacon?

Like all of you, I have been following the horrific aftermath of the earthquake in Haiti. Today's paper contained accounts of aid distribution and I was struck by something. In one instance, an aid organization was delivering water and rations via helicopter. When they landed, people became violent, fighting for supplies, throwing stones. In another instance, the same organization was again delivering water and rations via helicopter. This time, when they landed, the people dropped to their knees and prayed.

I completely understand both reactions. When we are hungry, thirsty, in schock, in grief, wounded beyond all comprehension both fighting and praying seem perfectly reasonable. But what made the difference? What tipped the throngs of people in different directions?

All it takes is one, or a few, to turn the tides. We see and feel it in our families, our schools, our communities. We talk about it in every athletic endeavor: "The momentum of the game has shifted!" All it takes is one. I watched a talented undefeated youth baseball team unravel because of it. Instead of saying 'we can do this; lets go!' they began to blame each other for missed pop flys, striking out, etc. Soon even the stars weren't performing. Momentum had shifted, indeed.

Reading about the two different crowds in Haiti, made me mindful. I want to always be that beacon that drops to my knees in prayer and gratitude, not throws rocks out of fear. Each of us has the grace to shift momentum with our words and behaviors- in our homes, our schools, and our communities.

May the needs and prayers of the Haitians - and all those in need - be answered.

Christmas
1/4/2010 11:19:54 AM
How Six Found Christmas
I know Christmas may seem like a distant memory, yet it was only a mere 10 days ago! This book lingers with me every year,
How Six Found Christmas written and illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman.
This is a simple story, longer than a picture book but not yet a chapter book, about a "sensible" little girl who had never heard of Christmas. She sets off into the snowy woods to find this mysterious thing. She runs into a curious cat, a hound dog and a hawk. They've never heard of Christmas either so they join her in her search. Soon they are joined by a clever fox and a silly mockingbird.

Then, half buried in the snow, they come across something ( I won't tell you what!). They each assign it different qualities, as they perceive the world with different senses: touch (cat), smell (hound), sight (hawk), taste (fox), sound (mockingbird). They all believe the found object to be Christmas, but their experiences of it are varied: silky, smooth, cold, charming, disappointing and in the words of hound: "It smells of past memories, half-forgotten things, both happy and sad." The little girl takes the object home; perhaps she has found Christmas.

I have owned my copy of this book since childhood and always saw it as magical. Ms. Hyman's illustrations are beautiful in only black, white, red and brown. Oh, how I wished to be that sensible little girl in the snowy woods, on a seemingly small, but in fact rather large, adventure!

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