Wednesday, March 28, 2012

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During my visit to New York last summer I visited the Plaza, where outside that famous hotel, Ai Weiwei’s giant sculptures of the Chinese zodiac were on display for all to see. While admiring, I discovered that I was born in the year of the Tiger (1974).

Upon returning home I did some research about my ‘Tiger’ status. Come to find out, although I don’t fit the description of a Tiger perfectly, there are some significant accuracies. Words like authoritative, need for control, and intense stuck out; words that I fully realize have connotations both positive and negative. (Interestingly, even more accurate were the descriptions of my Ox husband. It may be that my Tiger-ness is kept in bounds due to the fact that my significant other happens to be an Ox. My kids are a Rabbit and two Monkeys, we’ve got a good menagerie over here)

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Anyway…all last year I kept hearing and reading about Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother; one of the most talked about and controversial books of 2011. After a recent and intriguing review by a friend, and one from a favorite blogger in AZ, I decided it was time to read the book myself. After all, the author, Amy Chua, was born in the year of the Tiger like myself. So we are both considered ‘Tiger Mothers.’ I wanted to see what that meant.

Let’s just say, I couldn’t put the book down.

It’s my turn to pick the book for book group next month, and this one is definitely it! There’s so much to think about and discuss. I know the women in my book group and I know their mothering sensibilities. I can guarantee that they will have plenty to say about this book.

Right from the first page you can see why it has been labeled ‘controversial.’ Amy Chua does a bang-up job of praising the typically hard hitting, disciplined, get-results Chinese style of parenting; all the while hard-handedly bashing the more (as she states it) ‘laid back, soft and permissive’ Western parenting style. She certainly traffics in exaggerated stereotypes throughout the book, but I’m sure her purpose in doing so was to make a strong point…which indeed she does.

Of course there were many of Chua’s parenting choices (some of which backfired on her with the more strong-willed of her two daughters) that I could not and would not endorse (i.e. threatening to burn all of her children’s beloved stuffed animals if they didn’t practice correctly, never allowing them to have play dates, taking them out of elective school classes they enjoyed to have more practice time, and so on)

I did find it humbling and a bit disconcerting though, to see a little of myself in some of her negative parenting actions. I think it must be that tiger-like, controlling, intense thing (which of course is not a good excuse). When it comes to belittling and berating a child as a means of coercion…all I need to ask myself is “What would Jesus do?” and I’m 100% certain of the answer. He wouldn’t resort to those things, ever.

Although many of Chua’s methods are extreme (and yes, very controversial) several of her philosophies and ideas are a bit harder to argue with.

Like this one for instance…

"What Chinese parents understand is that nothing is fun until you're good at it.  To get good at anything you have to work, and children on their own never want to work, which is why it is crucial to override their preferences. This often requires fortitude on the part of the parents because the child will resist. Things are always hardest at the beginning, which is where Western parents tend to give up.  But if done properly, the Chinese strategy produces a virtuous circle. Tenacious practice, practice, practice is crucial for excellence; rote repetition is underrated in America. Once a child starts to excel at something - whether it's math, piano, pitching, or ballet - he or she gets praise, admiration and satisfaction. This builds confidence and makes the once not-fun activity, fun."

Very true.

Here’s another one that was underlined by many readers (if you read on a Kindle you can see what sentences other readers underline the most)…

"Western parents worry a lot about their children's self-esteem. But as a parent, one of the worst things you can do for your child's self-esteem is to let them give up. On the flip side, there's nothing better for building confidence than learning you can do something you thought you couldn't."

Very true too.

I’ve been thinking about those ideas, but what I’ve been thinking about most since reading the book are two things…

First…parenting is hard! It is simply impossible to get it right all the time no matter how good your intentions, no matter how diligent. No one worked harder and stuck more tenaciously to what she believed (for better or for worse) than Amy Chua. Some of what she did was extremely successful, some of it not at all, but she most certainly learned along the way; and in the end, modified her beliefs and actions significantly. Parenting requires rigid tenacity and flexibility, both. The real trick is knowing when to be rigid and when to be flexible. (I’m not sure I’m very good at knowing when to be what)

Second…people tend to parent according to what they value most. If accomplishment, success and high achievement is what you value most (like Amy Chua), you will parent accordingly. If exploration, self discovery, balance, and living your passions is what is valued most then you will parent accordingly, and so on. Having said that though, how much of those values actually rub off and stick with your children, depends on so many factors that are, for the most part, out of a parent’s control. You can only do your best and then it becomes a wait and see scenario.

Since the read, I’ve been pondering about what I value most and whether or not my parenting reflects that. Sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn’t. I’ve certainly decided that I want to give more of myself to my kids. I’ve concluded that I often under estimate my children and what they are capable of (especially my boys for some reason). I’ve decided that all three are capable of more than I give them credit for. One of my jobs as a mother is to help them discover the best that’s in them…if I can.

I’ve also been made more aware that I tend to worry (more than I previously thought or am comfortable with) about whether or not my children will be angry with me or like me if I enforce something they don’t relish. Although I want my children to like me, it should not be the #1 priority when it comes to what is right for them. I fully believe that being a parent and being liked do not always go hand in hand. But it seems that is much easier said then done in the day to day.

I would say that there is a rising pressure among so-called ‘western’ parents to be liked by their children. I think we are afraid that our children will rebel or fail to become their true selves if we are too strict, and so we are therefore much too lenient. For instance…my children, all three of them, will often behave as if I’m plucking their eyelashes out one by one if I require them to practice piano (only 30 minutes for MK and 15 minutes for the boys per day, Chua’s girls would practice 6 to 8 hours a day even on vacation) and complete their homework before they can play. My children often throw such fits about these requirements that I actually question my demands, whether or not I am being too harsh. And then sometimes I cave, even though I know for certain my demands are not at all too much to ask of them, and are in fact, in their best interest.

Amy Chua’s experiences have helped me in this respect. I’m growing a bit tougher of a backbone, I guess you could say. Nothing close to the likes of Chua though. Holy Cow!

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Long post I know, but it’s what’s on my mind after this fascinating read. There is so much more I could say too, but I’ll spare you. If you really want to read something that shocks you, but also makes you think long and hard about this blessed experiment that is often called parenting read Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother.

Then choose it for book group.

p.s. I’m also curious about your Chinese Zodiac. What animal are you? Any other tigers out there?

Friday, March 23, 2012

Hell’s Backbone

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I like to record old episodes of Frasier on my DVR. It’s on late at night, so the commercials during the half hour show are pretty campy and terrible. There is one particular commercial advertising a trashy dating service. It shows a boyfriend and girlfriend sitting on the couch together. The boyfriend is engrossed in some sort of sports event on the television and the girlfriend is rambling on about her best friend’s breakup, something about dinner reservations and so on. It appears as if the boyfriend isn’t listening at all, but when she skeptically turns to him and asks him to repeat what she had just said, he answers back verbatim. A happy and romantic look spreads across her face and then a sexy sounding voice over chimes in with…”There’s nothing hotter than a guy who listens. Call today.”

It’s a terrible commercial, but I agree with the sexy voice over 100%. There really is nothing hotter than a guy who listens. Really listens. That’s why I’m loving Mike. He planned this whole trip with very little, if any input from me; so when he presented me with his plans for the last day, I was over the moon.

What did he plan? He planned for us to stay in Boulder, Utah for the soul purpose of having dinner at Hell’s Backbone Grill during opening weekend of their 13th season.

This might not sound like a big deal to anyone, but I’ve been telling Mike for years that eating at Hell’s Backbone Grill is high on my bucket list. He knows I love Blake and Jen’s cookbook and make their recipes all the time. I know Blake and Jen (the owners) and I’ve been dying to try the food I’ve heard delightful things about from so many people. He knows how much I enjoy a good culinary experience. Mike listens!

Here’s the best part…the experience did not disappoint!

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Such delicious food.

I had the Spicy Cowgirl Chipotle Meatloaf with roasted veggies and smashed red potatoes with sage on the side. Mike had a deliciously prepared chicken dish which included some kind of grape sauce and herbed pilaf. We tried the Apple and Sweet Potato soup, the Smoked Trout Pate; and courtesy of the owner Blake Spalding, the Goat Cheese Fondue with handmade, black pepper crackers and dried fruit. Of course the meal came with the Grill’s famous Black Powder Biscuits and creamy herbed butter. And because it was our anniversary, we shared a piece of tangy Lemon Chiffon cake for dessert. It was one of those meals when you truly wish your had a bigger stomach!

And to make it even better, we had the pleasure of sharing our meal with three fabulous people. Look who we ran into upon arrival…

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Our dear friend Kendall Wilcox was down for the Grill’s opening weekend as well. It was great to see him there. He was with his friend Rachel (who I know and love) and her new husband Lin. 

Great company. Great setting. Great food.

If you haven’t been down to Hell’s Backbone Grill, it is so worth the trip. You can dine there on the delicious, fresh, local, organic food and then drive back home via Scenic Highway 12, which is incredible candy for the eyes. Utah is a beautiful state!

We had planned to do a little exploring in Escalante and Corral Reef National Park the next day, but alas we woke up to this…

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…three or four inches of snow had fallen during the night and it was windy and bitter cold, so our plans for the day had to be canceled. No worries though because I plan to return the area often, I’m going to be a frequent visitor from here on out.

It was a wonderful anniversary celebration and it opened my eyes to some of the most beautiful places on this earth. God did not skimp when he created Southern Utah.

Thanks Michael for planning this beautiful trip and for making the last 16 years of my life beautiful too. I love you!

*And thanks Rebecca Marie for so lovingly watching our kids while we were away. They adore you, as do we!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

“A Hell of a Place to Lose a Cow”

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The second stop on our anniversary tour of Southern Utah was Bryce Canyon National Park. If I had to choose between the two (the other being Zion), I think I might just pick Bryce Canyon as my favorite.

The canyon (not really a canyon at all, more of a strange plateau of sorts) was named after Mormon pioneer Ebenezer Bryce, who was the first to build a road into the canyon from the tiny nearby town of Clifton, Utah. It was Ebenezer who once said that the canyon was “a hell of a place to lose a cow.” I love that sentence! I’m guessing Brother Bryce was probably talking from experience. I’m not going to test it myself, but I’m fairly certain his statement could be proven accurate.

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In my opinion, Mike and I happened to be in Bryce Canyon at just the right moment in time. It was a bit windy and cold that day (nothing unbearable), a light, delicate snow was falling. Because of the weather conditions not many tourists were out and about. It felt, at times, as if we were the only two people on the planet, in this strange, unearthly place. It was quiet and still…haunting, is a word that comes to mind.

It was one of those days that I could live over and over again if I had the ability. If only.

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We followed the winding trails down amongst the Hoodoos, the geological formations that make Bryce Canyon the mind-blowing place that it is. I couldn’t help imagining what it would have been like to be a native, an explorer, or a pioneer from long ago and stumble across this place in my travels.

I loved the burnt oranges and reds, the shapes and textures, the formations that are unlike anything you can see anywhere else. I was totally sporting my tourist face (jaw dropped, eyes popping) the whole day.

Also, this place is a photographers dream (not that I can be called a photographer), but I had fun with my camera anyway…

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Once again, being with Mike was the factor that sent the whole experience over the top for me. Mike is much more in his element in the out-of-doors, and that tendency is rubbing off on me, I think.  After all these years.

A young man from Argentina was kind enough to snap this photos of us at Inspiration Point. I don’t know the young man’s name, but I was much obliged.

Next Stop: Escalante, Boulder, and Hell’s Backbone.

Monday, March 19, 2012

My Own Backyard

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This experience was an open and shut case of pining after exotic adventures in distant lands, not fully realizing what awe-inspiring beauty was to be found in my very own backyard.

We met people from Lithuania, Argentina, Japan, India, China, Germany, and almost every other state in U.S. of A. On a particularly narrow trail, we even squeezed by a young couple who were chatting away in Danish, a language Mike recognized instantly.

People travel from all corners of the world to experience the magnificence that is Southern Utah. I personally have lived in this state for almost 38 years, a mere four hours away, and it was my first time ever visiting.

I had no idea.

(Laura, I finally understand your obsession with the desert)

I’m in love.

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My goodly and handsome husband (bless him) decided to plan a special trip for our once-in-a-life-time anniversary. We celebrated 16 years on the 16th. Because that particular anniversary will never occur again, we had to make this one unique.

So we went South…

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Our first stop: Zion National Park.

Mike remembers eating Twinkies in Zion as a kid; but like I said, I’d never been. I can’t imagine for the life of me why not? What a breathtaking, amazingly unique place. My senses were alive and happy there, as was my camera…

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Here is end of the world famous Narrows. Mike is already planning our next trip, which, I am told, will include some water wading.

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The weather cooperated perfectly. I especially loved Saturday morning, which was overcast so the sun was tamed a bit. The crowds weren’t too thick. I loved that there was water running, spraying and dripping from mountain walls, cracks and crevasses; spring run off creating waterfalls and showers of coolness.

Our accommodations at the Desert Pearl were clean and cozy. The food…delicious.

And the best part…my company. Anything with Mike is better.

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The only down side…we didn’t get to stay long enough. There was so much more I wanted to see and do. I was sad as we drove away, but consoled by the fact that Zion National Park is still only 4 hours away…practically in my own backyard.

I’m already scheming of ways to get back there, sooner than later I hope. The next time I want the kids in tow. I know they would love the place. Especially if we bring some Twinkies.

 

Coming soon: Our visit to Bryce Canyon Nation Park

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Celebrating 16 Years on the 16th

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It’s that anniversary that only rolls around once in a life-time. Today Michael and I celebrate 16 years on the 16th. It’s hard to believe we’ve known each other 16 years let alone been married that long. Time has flown by quickly and pleasantly. A large portion of the joy I experience in this life is found in my marriage to Michael.

I read something awhile ago that I loved. I saved it to post today…

    Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.
      Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
      Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

I believe that Mike and I have been lucky enough to have found '”love itself” by fortunate accident, but I also hope that we have learned a little about the art of it along the way.

I love you Michael…so much. Happy Anniversary!

Friday, March 9, 2012

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I’m still pinning for Spring. I believe it’s slowly on it’s way; but in the meantime, I’ll just go hang out in Mary Kate’s room because it’s a little bit like Spring in there.

It goes without saying what signature color she picked for her new room. I think I found the ideal purple though (subtle and nice), thanks once again to folks at Martha Stewart. They’re geniuses with color over there at Martha.

We finished Mary Kate’s new room many months ago and I’m just getting around to posting it. It’s not too fancy or anything, but it’s so Mary Kate and screams teenage girly-girl! I’m pretty happy with how it turned out, and more importantly, so is she.

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Remember that gargantuan, atrocious, frilly, golden mirror that I bought on a whim for a measly $20 bucks from that garage sale Stephen? I think I found the perfect place for it…

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…if you look closely at the wall-paper we picked (ordered from here), you’ll see the silver detail. I just busted out the silver spray paint and voilà, the mirror works perfect in the space!

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I used the same silver paint on the butterfly above the dresser which I had purchased for $12 as Ross. It used to be gold and black. Oh the things you can improve on with just a can of silver spray paint!

FYI: The Pirates of the Caribbean calendar isn’t my favorite, but MK loves it, so there it is. She loves that Jack Sparrow.

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We found a good home for her fairy collection and a perfect little white desk and that fit the tiny space we had for it.

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I ordered the MK letters above the bed from this site. They come in several colors and you can choose from lots of fonts and sizes as well. I’m hoping to find another butterfly or something to hang next to them. Still looking for that.

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I love MK’s room, but what I love most are the less obvious things, like this closet shelf that has her name written all over it. She is turning into a teenager right before my eyes!

*I’d still like to find a white bench of sorts for under the mirror and a perfect aqua-colored throw for the end of her mostly purple bed, but I haven’t been successful in finding just the right things yet. I’ll keep looking.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Remembering

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I look fairly happy in this photograph, but if you know me very well or even look a bit closer, you might perceive otherwise. I may have appeared fine on the outside the day this photograph was taken; but inside was total chaos. 

You see, when I have babies (keep in mind that has only been twice) I inevitably suffer from Postpartum Depression. This depression is severe, horrific, and lasts for a long, long time. All I have to do is spend a few moments thinking back on those dark times and I begin to shudder.

With that in mind though, and as cliché as it may sound, I would firmly report that I would not opt out of those experiences if I was given the choice to go back and do so. Those experiences changed me, and in most ways, for the better.

When my sweet sister-in-law Karen had her third child (the most darling baby girl you’ll ever see) she was also introduced to the hell that is Postpartum Depression. Of course it was a terrible time for her, but she was strong and she survived. She wrote a beautiful post about her experiences today. When I read her words, I was quite emotional. She said it all so perfectly, so beautifully. Karen is one of my heroes.

I wanted to post a link to her post today for anyone who might be interested in reading it. Part of Karen’s reason for sharing her experiences is so that other’s who have, are, or may experience similar things will know they are not alone and might possibly find some hope in her words. I’m a big advocate for that. I firmly believe that burying our challenging experiences in the sand helps no one.

In that spirit click HERE to read her story. I promise it will be worth you time, even if you haven’t had Postpartum yourself. Maybe someday you will know someone who does and you will understand a bit better. You never know.

p.s. Love you Karen. Thanks for finding just the right words and for being willing to share them.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Just In Time for Spring

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Today is March 1st. In just 20 short days it will officially be Spring.

Look what we’ve been getting just in time. The snow has finally decide to show up now that we don’t want anything to to do with it.

Nice timing.