Monday, August 24, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
snips of snails and puppy dog tails
when you tell a 7-year old boy that he can be in charge of the days fun, that he can call all the shots, he can take the lead - be absolutely sure that you can handle the adventure.
this boy takes the lead very seriously. we packed a picnic, blanket, and the necessary g.i.joe guys, and headed to the mountains for the afternoon.
We took whatever trail he wanted, hopped on only the rocks he wanted, and limbo-ed under fallen trees.
i kept saying, "punky, slow down!" - "keep yours eyes open" - "stay close to me!"
to which he finally replied, "mom, don't be such a sissy, i'm not gonna get hurt!"
three steps later, he landed next to this:
a 3 1/2 foot long southern pacific rattlesnake. she was trying to move out of his way, but alas, he was moving faster than her. luckily, he recognized the tone in my voice when i said "punky - FREEZE!" was not a tone to disobey. i told him to slowly take a big step backwards. he did exactly as i asked without question. it was terrifying and exciting all at the same time.
needless to say, we decided not to hike any further, the area we were in was pretty remote. so we found a nice big, flat rock surrounded by water (it was the only rock he'd sit on for fear of more snakes!) and ate our picnic.
after that, we took a relaxing, snake free, scenic ride on the ski lifts and giggled about how scared we both were!
that night as i was tucking my tired adventurer in bed, he told me how much fun the day was, and made me promise we would never do it again!
this boy takes the lead very seriously. we packed a picnic, blanket, and the necessary g.i.joe guys, and headed to the mountains for the afternoon.
We took whatever trail he wanted, hopped on only the rocks he wanted, and limbo-ed under fallen trees.
i kept saying, "punky, slow down!" - "keep yours eyes open" - "stay close to me!"
to which he finally replied, "mom, don't be such a sissy, i'm not gonna get hurt!"
three steps later, he landed next to this:
a 3 1/2 foot long southern pacific rattlesnake. she was trying to move out of his way, but alas, he was moving faster than her. luckily, he recognized the tone in my voice when i said "punky - FREEZE!" was not a tone to disobey. i told him to slowly take a big step backwards. he did exactly as i asked without question. it was terrifying and exciting all at the same time.
needless to say, we decided not to hike any further, the area we were in was pretty remote. so we found a nice big, flat rock surrounded by water (it was the only rock he'd sit on for fear of more snakes!) and ate our picnic.
after that, we took a relaxing, snake free, scenic ride on the ski lifts and giggled about how scared we both were!
that night as i was tucking my tired adventurer in bed, he told me how much fun the day was, and made me promise we would never do it again!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Interactions
I came across this post on another blog, and it has really made me more aware. Just thought I'd share!
"I try not to use this blog space to rant or be preachy. I’m not a fan of ranting or sermons (unless it’s Sunday - and even then it really depends on the sermon).
Think of this as a desperate plea.
Yesterday, while I was trying to enjoy my manicure, I watched in horror as the two women across from me talked on their phones the entire time they were getting their manicures. They employed head nods, eyebrow raises, and finger pointing to instruct the manicurists on things like nail length and polish choices. I really couldn't believe it.
I’ve had my nails done by the same two women for 10 years. I know their names (their real Vietnamese names), their children’s names, and many of their stories. They know my name, my children’s names, and many of my stories. When I finally made a comment about the women on their cell phones, they both quickly averted their eyes. Finally, in a whisper, Susan said, “They don’t know. Most of them don’t think of us as real people.”
On the way home, I stopped at Barnes & Noble to pick up a magazine. The woman ahead of me in line bought two books, applied for a new “reader card,” and asked to get one book gift wrapped without getting off of her cell phone. She plowed through the entire exchange without making eye contact or directly speaking to the young woman working at the counter. She never acknowledged the presence of the human being across from her.
After leaving Barnes & Noble, I drove through the Chick-fil-A drive-thru to get a Diet Dr. Pepper. Right as I pulled up to the window, my cell phone rang. I wasn’t quite sure, but I thought it might be Charlie’s school calling. I answered it. It wasn’t Charlie’s school – it was someone calling to confirm my hair appointment. I got off the phone as quickly as I could.
In the short time it took me to say, “Yes, I’ll be at my appointment,” the woman in the window and I had finished our soda-for-money transaction. I apologized to her the second I got off of the phone. I said, “I’m so sorry. The phone rang right when I was pulling up and I thought it was my son’s school.”
I must have surprised her because she got huge tears in her eyes and said, “Thank you. Thank you so much. You have no idea how humiliating it is sometimes. They don’t even see us.”
I don’t know how it feels for her, but I do know how it feels to be an invisible member of the service industry. It can suck.
I worked my way through undergrad and some of graduate school by waiting tables. I worked in a really nice restaurant that was close to campus and a hot spot for wealthy college kids and their parents (parents who were visiting for the weekend and treating their kids and their kids’ friends to dinner). I was in my late 20’s and praying to finish my bachelor’s degree before I hit 30.
When the customers were kind and respectful, it was OK, but one “waiter as object” moment could tear me apart. Unfortunately, I now see those moments happening all of the time.
I see adults who don’t even look at their waiters when they speak to them. I see parents who let their young children talk down to store clerks. I see people rage and scream at receptionists then treat the bosses/doctors/bankers with the utmost respect.
And, I see the insidious nature of race, class, and privilege playing out in one of the most historically damaging ways possible – the server/served relationship.
Everyone wants to know why customer service has gone to hell in a handbasket.
I want to know why customer behavior has gone to hell in a handbasket.
When we treat people as objects, we dehumanize them. We do something really terrible to their souls and to our own.
Martin Buber, an Austrian-born philosopher, wrote about the differences between an "I-it" relationship and an "I-you" relationship. An "I-it" relationship is basically what we create when we are in transactions with people whom we treat like objects - people who are simply there to serve us or complete a task.
I-you relationships are characterized by human connection and empathy.
I’m not suggesting that we engage in a deep, meaningful relationship with the man who works at the cleaners or the woman who works at the drive-thru, but I am suggesting that we stop dehumanizing people and start looking them in the eye when we speak to them. If we don’t have the energy or time to do that, we should stay at home.
And, for the love of humankind, we need to get off of our damn phones and show some basic respect to the people who are standing in front of us.
Buber wrote, “When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them.”
I just don’t think treating each other with basic dignity is asking too much."
If you have a minute, go here and check out the comments to her post, they are worth reading.
"I try not to use this blog space to rant or be preachy. I’m not a fan of ranting or sermons (unless it’s Sunday - and even then it really depends on the sermon).
Think of this as a desperate plea.
Yesterday, while I was trying to enjoy my manicure, I watched in horror as the two women across from me talked on their phones the entire time they were getting their manicures. They employed head nods, eyebrow raises, and finger pointing to instruct the manicurists on things like nail length and polish choices. I really couldn't believe it.
I’ve had my nails done by the same two women for 10 years. I know their names (their real Vietnamese names), their children’s names, and many of their stories. They know my name, my children’s names, and many of my stories. When I finally made a comment about the women on their cell phones, they both quickly averted their eyes. Finally, in a whisper, Susan said, “They don’t know. Most of them don’t think of us as real people.”
On the way home, I stopped at Barnes & Noble to pick up a magazine. The woman ahead of me in line bought two books, applied for a new “reader card,” and asked to get one book gift wrapped without getting off of her cell phone. She plowed through the entire exchange without making eye contact or directly speaking to the young woman working at the counter. She never acknowledged the presence of the human being across from her.
After leaving Barnes & Noble, I drove through the Chick-fil-A drive-thru to get a Diet Dr. Pepper. Right as I pulled up to the window, my cell phone rang. I wasn’t quite sure, but I thought it might be Charlie’s school calling. I answered it. It wasn’t Charlie’s school – it was someone calling to confirm my hair appointment. I got off the phone as quickly as I could.
In the short time it took me to say, “Yes, I’ll be at my appointment,” the woman in the window and I had finished our soda-for-money transaction. I apologized to her the second I got off of the phone. I said, “I’m so sorry. The phone rang right when I was pulling up and I thought it was my son’s school.”
I must have surprised her because she got huge tears in her eyes and said, “Thank you. Thank you so much. You have no idea how humiliating it is sometimes. They don’t even see us.”
I don’t know how it feels for her, but I do know how it feels to be an invisible member of the service industry. It can suck.
I worked my way through undergrad and some of graduate school by waiting tables. I worked in a really nice restaurant that was close to campus and a hot spot for wealthy college kids and their parents (parents who were visiting for the weekend and treating their kids and their kids’ friends to dinner). I was in my late 20’s and praying to finish my bachelor’s degree before I hit 30.
When the customers were kind and respectful, it was OK, but one “waiter as object” moment could tear me apart. Unfortunately, I now see those moments happening all of the time.
I see adults who don’t even look at their waiters when they speak to them. I see parents who let their young children talk down to store clerks. I see people rage and scream at receptionists then treat the bosses/doctors/bankers with the utmost respect.
And, I see the insidious nature of race, class, and privilege playing out in one of the most historically damaging ways possible – the server/served relationship.
Everyone wants to know why customer service has gone to hell in a handbasket.
I want to know why customer behavior has gone to hell in a handbasket.
When we treat people as objects, we dehumanize them. We do something really terrible to their souls and to our own.
Martin Buber, an Austrian-born philosopher, wrote about the differences between an "I-it" relationship and an "I-you" relationship. An "I-it" relationship is basically what we create when we are in transactions with people whom we treat like objects - people who are simply there to serve us or complete a task.
I-you relationships are characterized by human connection and empathy.
I’m not suggesting that we engage in a deep, meaningful relationship with the man who works at the cleaners or the woman who works at the drive-thru, but I am suggesting that we stop dehumanizing people and start looking them in the eye when we speak to them. If we don’t have the energy or time to do that, we should stay at home.
And, for the love of humankind, we need to get off of our damn phones and show some basic respect to the people who are standing in front of us.
Buber wrote, “When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them.”
I just don’t think treating each other with basic dignity is asking too much."
If you have a minute, go here and check out the comments to her post, they are worth reading.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
good night
so the other night, I'm tucking my punkin pie into bed and i give him a kiss and tell him i love him to pieces.
he says, "i love you more."
"impossible," i say, "there is no love is bigger than momma love."
"yes there is," he whispers. "mine."
he says, "i love you more."
"impossible," i say, "there is no love is bigger than momma love."
"yes there is," he whispers. "mine."
Monday, June 29, 2009
soakin' it in
just a few shots from the beach, where we played in the water with dolphins, buried ourselves (ok, that was really just him), and finished off the day with an ice cream shake from rubys.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
busy doing nothing
just wanted to acknowledge our absence around here. apparently, summer vacation keeps us busier than usual. doing what? i really don't know.
i do know what we aren't doing. we aren't rushing through our evenings doing homework, we aren't getting dressed bright and early, or sticking to a schedule. rules about not snacking before dinner and what technically constitutes "dinner" are being broken pretty regularly.
i have learned a few things in the past 2 weeks of vacation though. i've learned that the joy my punk gets from being allowed to take a huge cowboy rifle on evening walks with us (so he can keep us safe from invisible enemies) outweighs the questioning looks i get from other adults along our path. i now know that a medium pizza is no longer enough to feed the two of us. i know that i can handle "boy" issues without batting an eyelash. and I'm learning that ice cream helps me get through watching "spy kids" for the 500th time.
i've also learned that when my punk wakes up before me, he comes to kiss me softly while he thinks i don't know.
this summer is off to a beautiful start!
i do know what we aren't doing. we aren't rushing through our evenings doing homework, we aren't getting dressed bright and early, or sticking to a schedule. rules about not snacking before dinner and what technically constitutes "dinner" are being broken pretty regularly.
i have learned a few things in the past 2 weeks of vacation though. i've learned that the joy my punk gets from being allowed to take a huge cowboy rifle on evening walks with us (so he can keep us safe from invisible enemies) outweighs the questioning looks i get from other adults along our path. i now know that a medium pizza is no longer enough to feed the two of us. i know that i can handle "boy" issues without batting an eyelash. and I'm learning that ice cream helps me get through watching "spy kids" for the 500th time.
i've also learned that when my punk wakes up before me, he comes to kiss me softly while he thinks i don't know.
this summer is off to a beautiful start!
Monday, June 1, 2009
painted ladies
a few weeks ago, we acquired a few caterpillars. our first painted lady butterfly has emerged!
we held her, studied her, and then when she was ready, she flew from us to some of our flowers. she spent about half an hour touring our patio and then off she went!
we held her, studied her, and then when she was ready, she flew from us to some of our flowers. she spent about half an hour touring our patio and then off she went!
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