My Opinion of Homosexuality in Twelve Words

God is Love.
God is Good.
Love is Good.
Love is Love.

 

 

If that’s too succinct for you, here is another writer who says the same thing, so beautifully, in many more words!

Take in for take-out!

When we know we’ll be eating in a restaurant where we might have leftovers to take home, we bring our own containers.  This is better for the environment because they’re containers we’ve already used several times and will use again, instead of new containers provided by the restaurant that might be a single-use type.  It’s also more convenient for us because our containers don’t leak, don’t squash each other open when stacked in the refrigerator, and can be microwaved when we’re ready to reheat the food. Read more…

Life-sized

Little girls are cute and small only to adults.  To one another, they are not cute.  They are life-sized. –Margaret Atwood

Last spring, when Nicholas was 3 years 5 months old, I found a picture of myself at 3 years 5 months old.  Not only did I see a strong resemblance between us, but I found that gazing at that photo of myself as a child helped me to remember what it was like to be that young and small.  I tucked the picture into the frame of my bedroom mirror so I could look at it each day and remind myself to be kind to the two people who look so much like that cute little girl: my cute little boy and my grownup self.

After about ten months, Nicholas outgrew his resemblance to that particular photo–his face is less round and babylike now–so I replaced it with the next one I have.  This photo doesn’t have a specific date on the back, but it must have been taken when I was about 4 years old.  Although I was still quite cute at that age, the camera captured a look in my eyes that, to quote Daniel, seems capable of setting things on fire!  I don’t remember the photo being taken; I don’t know if I was angry or thinking hard or looking at something outside the sliding glass door next to which I was sitting, but I do remember that when I was 4 I felt many intense feelings, thought about many difficult things, and was seeing things in new ways all the time.  I see that same intensity in my son’s eyes sometimes.

One of my parents’ greatest strengths as parents has been their ability to remember what it’s like to be various ages and to relate to me on the level where I was at the time.  I strive to have this strength myself.  Certainly I have lots of memories, beginning very early in life, but sometimes I get caught up in being who I am now.  Sometimes I catch myself looking at my child from my outside, adult, high-up perspective and thinking, “Ohh, how cuuute!” and forgetting that to himself, he is life-sized.

The picture helps.  One glance reminds me: That was me.  I wore that dress.  I was only as tall as the door handle.  But at the time, I was life-sized.

It works for me!

Raisin Bran Bread

This is my modification of a recipe from Kellogg’s All-Bran cereal, reprinted in Best Recipes from the Backs of Boxes, Bottles, Cans and Jars by Ceil Dyer.  She says that this “Bran Nut and Raisin Bread” was served in the very first in-flight meal on a passenger plane, in 1930!

I went looking for a recipe for raisin bran bread because we’d bought 8 pounds of Kirkland Signature organic raisin bran cereal at Costco and then found that it was no fun to eat because the flakes were so big and hard and rough. The flavor was fine, though, so we wanted to find a different way to eat it, and we like quick breads.  (If you would rather make bread from raisins and bran than from raisin bran cereal, see the revised recipe.) Read more…

What I did with the Mad my kid felt

Nicholas at four years old likes to negotiate about how he spends his time.  It’s mostly a good thing: Of course he should have some say in what happens, and compromising and prioritizing are important skills.  The trouble is that he has so many things he wants to do and so little time at home–he’s in childcare while we work full-time, and on weekends we tend to have a number of errands and other activities.  Often, the time between getting home and needing to go to bed seems to fly by, and at the last minute he tries to renegotiate and stay up late to pack in all the activities he earlier was willing to bargain away.

Sunday night, he was having a great time playing with his visiting uncle when I reminded him that bedtime was approaching.  Nicholas said he would not have any bedtime stories so that he’d have more time to play.  I agreed.  Of course I expected some delays when it was time to get ready for bed, due to uncle-related excitement, but once we were alone in his room I was firm about our agreement that he would go right to sleep without stories.

Well, now he had changed his mind.  Just one little story, pleeeease???  No, the agreement was no stories.  Nicholas got very upset.  He wanted to do lots of things!  He wanted stories, and I was being so mean by denying him stories, and he was NOT sleepy!  He began bouncing around in what I recognized (noting his sagging eyelids) as a desperate attempt to stay awake.  By now it was 20 minutes past the time he ought to be asleep.  I reminded him that when he bounces, then I cannot lie down with him because I do not like the bouncing.  He stopped for a few seconds.  When he started again, I got up and left the room.  He flew into a shrieking rage.  I stood outside the door waiting for him to quiet down a bit, then offered him a second chance.

When I lay down again, he was physically still but complaining fretfully that he wanted to do this and that and it wasn’t fair to have no stories.  I briefly considered giving a second ultimatum (“If you want me to stay with you, be quiet so I can get to sleep.”) or doing the active listening thing (“You really like playing with Uncle Ben.  It’s hard to go to sleep when you want to do other things.”), but both ideas made me feel exhausted and seemed likely to fail with this tired, unreasonable child. Read more…