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27Sep/10Off

What do I do?

My daughter came home from her dad's house yesterday, giggling with glee. "MOM! I lost my other toof!" Running toward me, holding up a Ziploc baggie with appeared to be a small corn niblet inside, she ponders loudly the possible worth of the thing to the Tooth Fairy. Then off she goes, showing her even-gummier smile to anyone within earshot.

Fast forward to 5:30 a.m., soft sighs of slumber slip from Syd's room as I exit, having just secretly purchased her top, front tooth. Examining the tiny bit of ivory, I recall the joy of its appearance in our lives and the many happy memories since its arrival, blah blah blah lovingly place the tiny gem in a keepsake box blah blah blah WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS THING?

...and that's where my adoration and musing ends. I stare at the various cardboard ring boxes in my top drawer, two of which hold my older boys' baby teeth. And now I have Sydney's piling up in a little box of her own. I have, quite literally, a drawer full of teeth, all of them real, none of the mine. If someday I decide I want to make a statue using discarded human remains, I'm set, mouth-wise. But until then... Some people collect silver spoons. Or shot glasses. I like to go with things that are a little more organic.

Honestly, I had no idea what people did with these things. I mean, throwing away part of my child's body just feels weird. But hanging on to a little box filled with their DNA feels equally strange.

So I started asking other parents what they did with the things.

Responses?

"Tossed them out."
"Buried them in the ground."
"Kept the first one, and discarded the rest."

None of these feel quite right either, though I do like the burying idea.

Mostly, I'd like to hear what you other moms have to say: What did you do with your child's baby teeth?





23Sep/10Off

It gets better

This video is part of a larger project to deliver the message to gay teens: it gets better. Life may seem impossible now, but in time-- once you're older and out of high school-- you will learn to like and accept yourself for who you are not just in spite of, but also because of your sexuality.

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20Sep/10Off

What I meant to say

Last week I was part of a panel at the Central California Women’s Conference speaking about work-life balance; which is to say, how to balance your work life with your personal life. The panel included the president/CEO for United Way of Fresno County, a vice president of Pelco, a vice president and general manager of Univision Television… and me, that writer lady with the seven kids. Suffice it to say I felt like a total big shot: Have ego, will gloat.

I’m a belt-and-suspenders kind of gal, and so it would come as no surprise that I spent the months leading up to the event planning what I wanted to say.  I was, after all, a mother being given the opportunity to speak to WILLING LISTENERS. Not used to this foreign environment, I decided I’d better come prepared.

The very day I was invited to be on the panel, I started envisioning what the questions would be like, and what all-important, life-changing information I’d want to share. And after several months of imagining, crafting, dreaming and planning, the day came, the questions came, and my answers burst forth… including none of the nifty tidbits I had intended to share.

See how the rings overlap?


But the tidbits are too good to keep to myself; and the tidbits, when connected, really make that obvious sort of sense, the kind of facts that everybody already knows but just forgets most of the time.

And my tidbits are backed by scientific research. Which makes them intelligent and worthy of note. Alas, dear readers: I share these bits with you now. And in my mind’s eye, you will enjoy the same “a-ha” moment I did, when I first connected the dots.

AMAZING TIDBIT NUMBER 1: Emotions outlast memories. Researchers at the University of Iowa conducted a test on patients who suffered from amnesia. After viewing a sad, 20-minute movie, participants were quizzed about the film they had just seen. As expected, the amnesiac participants could not remember what they had just watched, nor that they had even watched a film.  Yet, when asked about their feelings, participants reported feelings of sadness. The study was repeated with a happy film, and the results were similar, though the feelings of happiness didn’t last quite as long as the feelings of sadness had.

AMAZING TIDBIT NUMBER 2: We learn by seeing, too. You know that saying, “Monkey see, monkey do?” Blame it on mirror neurons-- nerve cells that react when an animal performs an action, and also when that animal observes another performing that same action.  Basically, these neurons (which are believed to exist in humans and are behind our ability to empathize) are what allows us to learn by mirroring—imitating—others. The kicker is, these neurons react whether we’re aware of it or not.

So what’s the point? And what does this have to do with balance in your life?

Imagine yourself reading a scary book at bedtime. It’s scary and thrilling but your lids just can’t stay open. Soon you fall into  a deep sleep and are bothered by dreams that are related to the book you were just reading. Creepy, scary dreams. When you wake, you can’t remember your dream, but you feel bothered. Angry. Yucky. Negative emotions ooze through you—but you have no idea where the feelings came from.

Now imagine that you walk into your kitchen, grumpy and not knowing why, and your negative output is being viewed by another. Your 8-year-old, perhaps. Or your spouse. Without them knowing it—without you knowing it—their little mirror neurons are busy at work, learning. Imitating. Empathizing. Monkey see, monkey do. And now everyone is in a crummy mood—thanks to you. And no one knows why.

The better news here, though, is how easy it is to flip this on its head. Surrounding yourself with humor or positivity ALSO has an emotional effect that outlasts the memory of its origin; it makes you feel happy beyond the memory of the act itself.

Further, your attitude has an effect on others. Like a water droplet hitting a pool, the ever-widening rings of energy continue to extend outward, bumping up against others, causing reactions all their own. The energy lives on.

Oh yeah, and balance? When we're happy, we experience reduced stress. Reduced stress means we're emotionally in a better place to deal with life's challenges. And dealing with life on an emotionally even keel is how we find balance.

So, monkey: go surround yourself with positive people and watch a funny movie. You’ll feel better, and so will everyone who comes in contact with you.





10Sep/10Off

Home at last

“I’ve grown hooves,” I muttered to my husband as we lay shell shocked and exhausted on our saggy mattress on our bedroom floor. Nudging my foot with his bare one, he first gasps; then brays. We laugh. We continue to stare up at the ceiling.

Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks. Then: silence. A blessed, meandering, continuous silence filled only with the dull throbbing of aching muscles. After a time I manage to sit up and take a deep swig of my Sierra Nevada IPA.

“This room looks like a crack den,” he sighs, “except without the crack.” Glancing about the freshly painted room with its upturned baskets of clean laundry, empty boxes and crumpled newspapers, I realize that, apart from the cleanliness of the chaos, the description is pretty accurate.

From the moment we received the keys on Tuesday, our life was consumed by the never-ending whirlwind of relocating our massive household of seven children and four pets a whopping nine-tenths of a mile away. At first blush it didn’t seem like it would be that big of a deal. I’d been packing up for the better part of a month; I swore this move would be controlled and organized. Boxes would only contain like items. And they’d be labeled, too, and enhanced by a color coding system, so we wouldn’t even need to read the label, per se—we’d know that yellow meant kitchen.

Fast forward to 3:00 Friday afternoon, with the van-return deadline looming a mere two hours away; after 72 hours of painting, scrubbing, lifting, fixing and cursing, my high-minded moving ideals had devolved into packing free-for-all. I’m found crawling around my sons’ room throwing anything and everything into Hefty garbage bags just to get the stuff over from one place to another. Mid-lug to the new house, I notice my son has filled several boxes only part-way with such important items as a floaty pimp-style hat and old Yugioh cards. And nothing else.

But I have no right to complain. It was my husband and ever-patient father-in-law that did all the heavy lifting. And when I say all, I mean EVERYTHING. Nonstop and without complaint, the two men loaded and unloaded and reloaded and hauled everybody’s all-important effects from one place to another. I was merely the painter/cleaner/furniture dis-and-re-assembler, the unpacker, and the scrubber. And taken as a whole, I got the better end of the deal, by far.

“I can’t believe we did it,” I say, my voice small and floaty. The too- recent memory of the tornado we’d just survived—five days, copious amounts of sweat, accidental bloodshed, frustrated tears over one-hundred-eighty-six boxes—began to soften with each sip of beer. The old place was cleaned to sparkling; the new place was stuffed to bursting with… well, us.

And there we sat, achy and unwinding, in our own little piece of the world. We’d made it home at last.





7Sep/10Off

INTERVIEW: Author Jane Porter

?The Fresno region has had its share of celebrity husbands (Kevin Federline), former-actor politicians (Mayor Alan Autry) and TV show cast members (Glee actor Chris Colfer). But let us not forget that the Central Valley is also the home of many an amazing writer.

I recently spoke with one such writer, author Jane Porter, upon her return from Auckland, where she spent several days at the Romance Writers of New Zealand conference. Porter is currently promoting her latest book, She’s Gone Country. She took time to share her thoughts on writing and raising sons.

Q:How do you balance writing with being a mother?
A: Some days are really better than others. (laughter) The bottom line is that the writing pays the bills. I have to be very disciplined; I write from home. Some days you have to write first, and some days you have to mom first.

Q: Is there anything that frustrates you about the writing experience?

A: I’m a really good planner, I’m really good at organizing. But if a book doesn’t come together the way I want it, or I’ve written myself into a corner, then I have to work by taking all this other time I hadn’t planned on; I get mother guilt a lot.

Q: Your latest book is about a single mother who moves back home to raise her teenage sons. As a mother of 3 sons yourself, do you find that boys have different needs of their moms than do girls?
A: Girls can stay connected to moms emotionally, or are able to say, “I don’t like this,” or “I don’t want this.” And while girls can still get the hugs and the comfort as they grow older, socially, boys are treated differently. As boys turn 8,9,10,11… they’re not supposed to cry; in our society, they’re not supposed to display the same emotional needs outwardly. There’s a huge suppression of male emotions as they become pre-adolescent. Boys are not supposed to show vulnerability; it’s anti-male in our culture. I used to teach junior high and high school, and you see it starting around 4th grade; it gets stronger around 6th; and by the end of 8th grade and on into high school, boys are supposed to become men. While girls have a longer window of evolving, for boys, it’s much more abrupt. There’s a huge thing about sucking it up, and no longer revealing too much emotion.

Q: As the mother of sons, how do you deal with that?
A: I personally find it terrible, because I’m very emotionally connected to my kids.

Q: Are you the soft person they can go to?
A: Part of me is impatient with pain and suffering, because I absolutely hate it and I don’t want my kids to hurt. But I am totally the softie in that [regard].

Q: If you could leave readers with one message, what would it be?
A: I think honestly—it sounds so silly—but I would ask women to really enjoy their lives. Let’s not just defer everything to others, to our significant others and to our children. I think it’s important that we take time to make sure that we’re also taking care of ourselves… I can’t stand to think that we work so hard to keep everyone happy, and yet there are so many women who don’t quite feel loved on the inside. Every time I see a woman, I know she was once a little girl. And I think it’s important for all little girls to still feel loved as women.

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