Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Easter Eggs

But from this earth, this grave, this dust,

My God shall raise me up, I trust. ~Walter Raleigh



We decorated eggs today. As we did, talked about our various family traditions associated with Lent and Easter and about what Christ's death and resurrection actually mean for us. Only one egg was dropped, causing some tears. Luckily, one smart mom had a few substitutes available for free trade.

Then, childish mischief and an interrupting phone call turned bedtime into a less-than-smooth process. Unfortunately, one tired mom doesn't always handle such situations with perfect technique.


And I'm reminded again of why I love (need) this season.




Sunday, April 17, 2011

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Courage

"Courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgment that something is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever but the cautious do not live at all." -quote from the movie The Princess Diaries


As weeks go, this one has been a hard one. Being a mother, a wife, a friend, a Christian, it certainly takes courage. And I can gather a lot more courage as I trust that I am not alone.


Wilderness and desert will sing joyously, the badlands will celebrate and flower—

Like the crocus in spring, bursting into blossom, a symphony of song and color.

Mountain glories of Lebanon—a gift. Awesome Carmel, stunning Sharon—gifts.

God's resplendent glory, fully on display. God awesome, God majestic.


Energize the limp hands, strengthen the rubbery knees.

Tell fearful souls, "Courage! Take heart!

God is here, right here, on his way to put things right

And redress all wrongs. He's on his way! He'll save you!" --Isaiah 35:1-4

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Overcoming "Flat-Brain Syndrome"

One of the books that I read during my Masters coursework talked about "flat-brain syndrome," which occurs when an emotional response minimizes one's ability to think rationally and respond to others appropriately. I've tried to become better at recognizing "flat-brain syndrome" in myself, to verbalize my own feelings more, and to avoid attacking others just because they happen to pass by while I'm feeling angry or stressed or whatever.

I've also attempted to recognize this emotional state in my children and to help them through it. Of course, it is not an easy job for anyone, but it can be particularly difficult for children who endured neglect, abuse, or significant trauma to calm down from an emotional outburst. We had one such incident with one of the boys today. Certainly, he was tired from a too-late-bedtime last night (because of a school concert that ran until almost 10pm!). Furthermore, it was in that space of time just before dinner when hunger starts to rise, but the food isn't quite ready yet. He was working on a project...I was trying to help...and let's just say that he didn't find my help particularly helpful.


Then came the explosion.

I never quite expect that. But here it was. Molten lava emotion spewing all over the living room. No sign of letting up. What should I do?

Fortunately, today, I thought of something that has been helpful in the past. Honestly, our emotional explosions are quite a bit more rare than the used to be (I'm so glad.), and I haven't had to think about too many diffusing options lately. But the idea of art popped into my head as the volcano roared. I simply pulled out a few sheets of paper, a bag of markers, and a case of colored pencils. I set them beside the offended party and quietly suggested that he might want to draw what he was feeling while I went to finish up the supper preparations in the kitchen.

I came back a few minutes later and found this...


...and an infinitely more agreeable child.


"Oooh! Can I see?" I asked.


He gladly handed over his creations.


"Can you tell me about these?" I queried, but he wasn't quite ready yet. I pointed to the shorter blue person. "Is this you?"


He nodded; a sheepish smile turned the corners of his mouth.


I pointed to the oval-shaped object near the mouth region of the boy figure and guessed. "Is that your tongue sticking out?"


The grin was unstoppable now.


"And is this who I think it is?" I asked as I pointed to the larger figure with the glaring face and the various marks upon its frame.


"That's you!" he exclaimed with glee. We giggled together and continued to talk--to actually talk about his feelings and about how great it was that he was able to share in this way, safe and productive.


Needless to say, I love this simple technique. It's like a little trapdoor that allows for the release of all kinds of pent-up emotion that my little guy can't quite figure out how to control, an alternative form of expression when verbal language simply doesn't suffice.


If others of you are using art in some creative way with kids, I'd love to hear about that. Or if you have any other strategies for overcoming "flat-brain syndrome" in your household, I'm eager to hear any other ideas, too. And if you come across a flat-brain (your own or someone else's) in the days ahead, feel free to give this feeling-drawing technique a try and let me know how it goes!

Monday, April 11, 2011

Leaky

Honestly, today was one of those days when I felt like my "patience tank" must have had holes in it, because I felt repeatedly annoyed by various behaviors among the Tapper clan.
I don't enjoy those days so much.
I did enjoy watching Ethan help his Daddy change out the winter tires on the van. Seeing him work always makes me smile. He loves a good, physically-demanding job.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

First Snow-less Day at the Park


Answer to a Child's Question by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove,
The Linnet and Thrush say, "I love and I love!"
In the winter they're silent -- the wind is so strong;
What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song.
But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,
And singing, and loving -- all come back together.
But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings, and he sings, and for ever sings he --
"I love my Love, and my Love loves me!"