The Summer of One

This summer has been a simple one. No plans, no vacations, no rushing with places to go. Yet, even with these slow summer days, I have found wonder in simple things. My daughter is one, and though I should be teaching and modeling a thing or two for her, she has given me the biggest gift this summer. The gift of appreciating things that I have been too rushed to notice. Here are just a few things I’ve learned from her this summer.

Fun is simple

We often chase big and exciting things. Our culture is constantly telling us “more more more” but my daughter finds fun wherever she goes. The thrill of splashing in cold water on a hot summer day. Opening up a new colorful book. Watching cars go by and getting excited when you recognize the “vroom vroom.” Ripping up paper and watching it fly in the air. These simple activities have made me question, what do you actually need to have a good time?

The Power of Music

My daughter doesn’t know what the greatest or latest hits are, but every time she walked into our favorite coffee shop, she started to dance to whatever song was playing. She felt no shame, no embarrassment, just wiggled and bobbed her head to the beat. She doesn’t know the words, only knows that it brings her joy. How often does music bring us together? More often than not, I would think.

The Excitement of Learning Something New

We learned the word “ball” this summer. Anytime she sees a ball anywhere, she gets excited, points, and shouts “ball”. This might not be groundbreaking learning, but it is exciting when you learn something new. Whether it’s learning a new craft, figuring out a puzzle, or discovering a new word, our brains do light up when things start to click.

Appreciate the Wonder of Small Things

From the lone dandelion in a giant field of green grass to watching an ant march in the cracks of the sidewalk, these things I haven’t taken the time to notice until walking with my daughter. She thinks walking down the sidewalk is the most fun thing, but she stops every few minutes to observe her surroundings. I often feel like I’m constantly rushing through life, trying to check boxes and get to the next thing on my list, but maybe there is something to be learned by observing nature’s small moments.

Smile and Say Hi to Everyone You Meet

I am an introvert and not a social butterfly. My daughter, on the other hand, shrieks with glee whenever she sees someone. We have met so many different people this summer, as well as many dogs, because she takes the time to smile at strangers. I personally have felt like I need to avoid eye contact and stay in my lane. However, I have found that most people like to chat. Sure, being a cute one year old might be easier to get people to smile back at you, but who knows how a small smile might change someone’s day. I think the world could use a few more smiles. It might just be the key to making things a bit brighter, a bit safer, and bring a bit more joy.

So maybe this summer wasn’t filled with travel or plans. However, I think it might be one of the best summers yet.

The Journey of Trying to Conceive

In the beginning, you can picture it. 

A family of 2 becoming 3. 

Excitement of welcoming this new concept fills your mind.

After the first month, it was almost a relief. 

Were you really ready for it to happen that quick? 

How many people actually get pregnant “the first time?”

A few more months pass.

You start to imagine what would happen if you got pregnant this month. 

Maybe the baby will share a birthday with a grandparent? 

Oh! Christmas is coming! You can share the news with a gift. 

You imagine the joy this will bring to your family and it fills your soul.

You start to think, this is the month.

Doodling potential names and envisioning the child but it still doesn’t happen.

After 6 months, you decide to take it more “seriously”. 

You research and discover terms you’ve never heard of before. 

Ovulation kits, basal temperature, TTC, DPO, Peak week…

You download a better app and start tracking everything.

You become hyper aware of your body.

Everything it’s doing and not doing…

You think, now I know what I’m doing. 

It will surely happen.

Summer comes with a new sense of hope.

It comes with less stress, and more time.

But it doesn’t happen…

The same negative results. 

After a year, it turns into fear.

Something is wrong.

You need to call a doctor but you also know you are afraid that something isn’t working.

You finally decide to call and can’t get into a specialist for 3 months.

So you continue to track and pray. 

Hey, maybe you will get pregnant before the appointment? 

Sometimes it just takes time, after all. 

Your appointment finally happens.

They send you for tests. 

Another month passes.

They refer you to another specialist but you can’t get in for 6 weeks. 

Bills start to pile up, why isn’t anything covered? You knew this but still why? You thought we were living in a society that states we should be “prolife.”

Meanwhile, each month is the same. 

It never gets easier. 

In fact, it gets worse.

People start to announce pregnancies and instead of being happy, you cry ugly tears.

Jealousy fills your soul. 

Emotions that didn’t exist before start to become routine. 

Each month is the same: tears, acceptance, hope, anger, tears.

It’s as if you’re rolling a dice and you never land on the right number. 

Is becoming a mother actually worth this?

People start to ask why you have cats on your Christmas cards.

When will you ever start having a “real” family?

All your life you debated on how many kids would make the perfect family.

Now all you want is one.

People who “accidentally get pregnant” seem like a cruel joke.

Will you just accept being a “cool aunt”?

Maybe God doesn’t think you should be a mother, that’s why you can’t get pregnant? 

When we have kids, becomes if we can have kids. 

Eventually you stop tracking. 

You need a break.

That family of 3 starts to get hazy.

You no longer can imagine what it would be like, because it doesn’t seem possible.

The cycle continues once more. 

Goodbye “Adjustment” 20s and Hello “Grounded” 30s

During the winter of 2017, I got into a major car accident. This event shook me to the core and even though it took a year, I eventually went to therapy. When the therapist described my initial diagnosis, I wasn’t surprised by PTSD but was confused when she said I also had adjustment disorder.

I was confused as I had never heard of the term before that day. When she explained it was caused by many life changes I bluntly asked her, “Wouldn’t everyone in their 20s have adjustment disorder?”

Because let’s be real, everything about being 20 is a huge adjustment. You’ve technically been an adult for two years, but have no idea what you’re doing. It’s the time of your life where you’re trying to figure out “what you want to be when you grow up” and realize growing up isn’t as cool as you thought.

You see other people start to accomplish things. Friends are getting married and having kids or establishing careers. Meanwhile, you’re thinking if your college degree was actually worth the thousands of dollars in loans and you start to debate if living with mom and dad isn’t really that bad of an option. You wonder if every decision you’ve ever made has been the “right one” and wonder why it’s so hard to find a doctor and dentist in your new town. How do you make friends again? Wasn’t that something you learned in kindergarten? Why does it feel like you’re behind everyone else?

However, the beauty of your 20s is you might not know what you want to be when you grow up, but you figure out who you want to be when you grow up. You get to learn from all of those “adjustments” and figure out who you truly are as a human being.

During my 20s, I figured out what I truly cared about and valued. I realized I shouldn’t care about everyone’s opinions of myself and to keep the people who truly matter close. There started to be less stress about outer appearance and more work on who I was internally. I started to realize that there is no “time line” to accomplish things and life is not a competition.

As I reflect on the last ten years on the last day of my 20s, I am proud of the good times and hard times because they’ve made me into me. My 20s gave me a voice and for that I will always be grateful.

My hope for my 30s is to take the values and confidence I have and continue to grow and thrive. I know there will still be adjustments in my 30s, but I can lean on my 20s to help navigate those adjustments.

So goodbye 20s, you were fun while you lasted. However, I’m looking forward to taking those values that were established in my 20s and being more grounded in my 30s.

The Flower won’t Grow

Choices, so many choices. We get to choose simple things such as deciding what to eat. Then there’s more complex things, such as career choices and where to settle. 


Choices are never easy. However, I always felt that if I believed in my choice and was dedicated to it, I would succeed.


So when I made the choice to grow a flower, I picked out the most perfect spot for it. 


I researched and studied to make sure I planted the flower in the right location. I made sure to give the seed water, light, and attempted to provide extra nutrients.


But for the first time in my life, despite my beliefs and my effort, the seed would not grow. 


Many people knew I had planted a seed and wanted to know if it had bloomed. 
The questions were innocent but they stabbed at my heart. I was failing.

I was trying so hard, but I was failing. How do I tell people I could not produce a flower, despite my best efforts? 


I thought I had the perfect location. The healthiest of soils, but it didn’t matter. It would not grow. 


I would see other people attempt to grow the same flower with success. Instead of being happy for their success, I was crushed and confused. 

Crushed under the weight of my guilt for not being happy for them. 

Confused on how people could be so successful under the same or worse conditions. 

 Crushed at my own failed attempts. 

Confused by the multitude of emotions that came crashing in like a storm at sea. 

Crushed under a sadness that felt heavier than any other sadness I’ve ever experienced.  

Confused by all the advice. Should I try something new? Or give up altogether? Is there something wrong with me? Do I need to change everything? 


Choices. So many choices that are in our control. But this plant, this seed, is out of my control.

Thoughts from a former Skinny Girl

My body has carried me countless miles. Despite the difficulties of breathing as an asthmatic, it has proven it can do amazing things. It has run marathons, hiked mountains, and swam countless pools and oceans.

Yet, I shame it almost daily. I question why it can do all of the things but not look like the fitness models on social media? It’s changed so much in the last few years that I don’t recognize myself anymore.

I use to hear comments all the time about how skinny I was. I was known for being skinny. It was an identifier for myself for most of my life. Those comments are now silent and I can’t help but feel shame. Blaming myself for not restricting my diet and not picking healthy options in favor for comfort food.

I tell myself to make better food choices, only to ignore it and eat a doughnut. This then leads to more shame and blame. I didn’t run today, so I didn’t earn it. This notion is so ridiculous because food is fuel. Regardless of whether I exercised, I need to eat. When did eating become a reward instead of a requirement to survive?

I no longer identify with models but see myself relating to the Greek Statues. This in itself proves beauty is a societal construct changing with the times. My head rationalizes I am fine. I am worthy. I am strong and healthy. Yet, the doctor hands me a paper stating my BMI is becoming higher. I am overweight and what am I doing to stop this from continuing?

I constantly worry about the day I become pregnant. If my body changes scare me already, what will happen when it no longer is my own? When it goes through the most extreme changes and becomes the home to a new life?

Yet the thing I fear most is having a daughter. I know the echoes they could hear if I continue to hate on my body. The fear of looking “fat” and not being confident in myself is something I do not want my child to inherit.

I am aware I am not special when it comes to these intrusive thoughts. I know we cannot always maintain or expect to look like we did 10 years ago. That maybe long ago wasn’t the healthy version of myself and right now is better?

Yet, it’s hard to rewire the brain to think differently. It is hard to see yourself changing and not fully grasping what is happening. It is a process. It is a journey that I don’t know if I ever will fully accept and embrace but awareness is the first step.

I did not write this to throw myself a pity party or seek compliments and reassurance. I wrote this because I know I’m not alone and wonder if we can change these thoughts? Those comments about being skinny was the only comment I ever really got growing up, or at least the one that sticks in my head the most. What can we do as a society to shift the mind that we are more than our weight, our BMI, and to embrace our body and the changes that come with it?

Dear Nana: A Poem

Dear Nana,

I hope heaven has all your favorite things,

I want you to know I’m trying to embrace,

Whatever life brings.

But grief is not a line,

So even though my heart aches,

I tell everyone I’m fine.

This year was crazy and a lot of us couldn’t be around,

But this poem is going to be about the ups,

Not the downs.

Remember when I would stay the night?

We would watch Wheel of Fortune,

And compete to see who could get all of the words right.

Trips to the Waffle Shop were a staple,

The waiters all knew our orders,

And we always got a table.

I recall long walks by the lake,

We would talk to the ducks and the geese,

And then run home to see what dessert we should make.

Christmas was when your home turned into all of our holiday dreams and wishes.

The décor, the laughter, and love,

Oh how we couldn’t wait to eat those holiday dishes.

Your stories of family traditions and travel are something I will never forget.

You will always inspire me to not be afraid,

To own my decisions and commit.

Your loyalty to family was something that could never be forgotten,

You stayed strong and true,

Even when life was just plain rotten.

You taught me to not be ashamed of who I am,

Or for not knowing.

That if I have faith,

God will get me to where I am going.

Nana, I am so blessed to have had you for 28 years.

I promise to be brave and try to cast away worries and fears.

I hope you know how much I admire and respect all that you did.

Love You always,

Your First Born Grandkid

 

My Nonpolitical Statement

“When you see something that is not rightnot fairnot just, you have to speak up. You have to say somethingyou have to do something.” -John Lewis

Looking back at the past it’s hard to understand why slavery was ever a thing and why someone would say hateful or harmful things to another person based on the color of their skin. I would like to think if I lived back then I would be on the right side of history.

However, after recent events in our divided country I am fearful of standing up too loudly for what I believe is right because I am afraid of losing my job for posting something “too political.” It makes me feel like a rock is crushing my soul because in my mind acceptance, justice, and equity shouldn’t be political but it feels like it is.

Yet, not saying anything at all feels like being a bystander in a bullying situation. I see the bully doing the bullying and yet I stand and just watch it happen. I do not want to be a bystander and not feel like I’m standing up for a just cause.

So here is my nonpolitical statement of what I hope happens when I teach my students…

I want my students to feel like they can trust democracy and believe there is more good than evil in the world. I want them to think critically, do the research, and learn through multiple sources of news, books and articles. Yet for them to also know we only ever know so much and things can and will change.

I want my students to know we are never done learning or growing. I want them to know that it’s OK that who we were years ago can be different than who we are now. Mistakes are tool for growth not destruction.

I want to them to understand before shouting to be understood, to have knowledge over fear, and to live a life of love not hate.

Those are my only wishes and hopes. If we can teach the world to do these things maybe we can find peace and understanding.

The Messiness of a Memory

Memories are strange.

I ask myself why are some parts of time captured forever while others are forgotten?

What makes my brain think, “this is important, this must be remembered.”

An image, tune, scent can bring me back a forgotten moment trapped in time.

The snowy horizon line takes me back to a farmhouse and Christmas Village decorations.

The smell of dial soap reminds me of summer days spent eating chocolate ice cream with bananas.

I want to shout, “Remember this! Do these images and smells not resonate with you at all?”

I then realize these small joys of simple things are only shared with two other people.

Eventually, I’ll be the only one who lived in these moments.

When I’m alone with these memories, is it best to keep it a secret or share these with the world?

To share these thoughts that mean everything to me, but may be mundane moments to others make me fear they won’t be appreciated or accepted.

To think, so many have gone with memories they never got to tell and left the world with the possibility of being the last person who knew of those shared times spent with others.

So when I smell dial soap and see a fresh hillside covered in snow,

Do I hold the story tight, or let it go?

It’s Time we start seeing each other “I 2 I.”

It was a beautiful Saturday morning and I had just finished my weekly long run when the song I 2 I came on my running playlist. Talk about nostalgia!  Now if you don’t know this song, you probably haven’t seen The Goofy Movie or have forgotten it existed. (To listen to the song click here). I loved watching The Goofy Movie as a kid and it was probably my top 10 favorite Disney Movies of all time. The main point of the movie is Goofy wants to get closer to his teenage son Max, but being a teenager Max wants to do his own thing and is easily embarrassed by his Dad.

Now, I’m not sure why it took 27 years for me to finally get the point of the song I 2 I but it did. As a kid, I thought it was just a cool song to end the movie. I now realize how this song is about truly listening to understand to form connections such as one from a parent to a child during the teen years. The lyrics go, ” If we listen to each other’s heart, we find we’re never too far apart. And maybe love is the reason why, for the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye.” Throughout the movie, Goofy and Max are putting both of their individual needs before actually trying to understand where the other one if coming from. Goofy thinks the way to get Max to like him again is to smother him with attention and bond over a father son trip where Max just wants space and doesn’t realize how much his Dad misses hanging out with him.

As I listened to the lyrics, I realize how this song more than ever applies to our current situation in our world. It’s an election year, there’s a global pandemic and Black Lives Matter is awakening people to the social injustices of our country. Due to all of these things happening people have opinions and boy do people have opinions. My social media is mostly people sharing articles to make people aware of what’s going on as well as comments that state more or less “you’re wrong, I’m right.” Clearly, we as a nation are not seeing I 2 I.

I’m an empathetic person. It was one of my biggest strengths when I took a strength quest test in college but I also have opinions. It is hard to not look at someone’s opinion on social media that I do not agree with and not get angry or upset especially when it seems to me that there are obvious wrong and right answers here but that’s the thing, there are not always right or obvious answers. If you are truly using empathy, no matter how ridiculous you think someone’s ideas are you have to think about where they are coming from and why they think the way they do. Being truly empathetic requires you to look at all sides of a situation. This doesn’t mean you have to agree with a person, but it helps you better understand where they are coming from.

For example, person A may feel like we still need strict lock downs and person B wants to go on living life. If we actually listen to Person A we may realize that person A has someone sick at home and is afraid of bringing the virus home to their family member. Their fear is the idea that they could bring death literally into their home. However, person B has depression and being off of work has caused this to grow worse. Maybe  person B needs socialization in order to get out of slump and zoom calls are just not cutting it. If we take the time to listen to both people, can we not come up with a compromise? Instead, we call person A a snowflake who doesn’t care about personal freedoms and the economy and we call person B a selfish person who doesn’t care about others. Sounds silly doesn’t it?

Instead of being empathetic, social media has become an avenue for shaming people and I am guilty of this as well. I get fired up about a topic and I want to shake the world’s head and scream “Why is this happening and why can’t you see this is wrong.” But this tactic is shame. According to the Oxford dictionary shame is defined as, “a painful feeling of humiliation or distress caused by the consciousness of wrong or foolish behavior.” If you don’t believe people are at least attempting to shame people on social media read any comments from a local news station and you will see how grown adults act and argue like a toddler.

Posting about a topic that one is passionate about is fine and dandy but if that person comes off as condescending or pointing a finger at others, it’s not going to cause people to change. Instead it causes resentment, anger, or sadness to where they feel helpless on where to even start changing.

We think people should know better because the internet has so much information but remember we still live in a bubble even on the internet. Who we choose to follow, interact with, and even the pages we like all impact what we see. I can choose to look at someone who may post something I don’t agree with and think they are an idiot but does that actually help? If instead I take the time to ask why they think this and see where they are coming from I can get better insight on to why we think differently. Just a warning, these conversations are much better said in person and not on the internet where things can be easily misconstrued.

We’re living in a time where there’s a lot of tension and unknowns. If we listen with love and understanding instead of hate, I think we will find more solutions. Just like in The Goofy Movie, when Max and Goofy took time to understand each other they were able to build a better relationship and not fight as much. Disagreements are fine. It’s important that we don’t all think the same way but we need to learn on how to communicate effectively and to lead by love and not hate.

 

 

My Elementary Teachers Lied to Me

My elementary teachers lied to me. I remember learning about history in elementary school because it was mostly the same thing every single time. We started with Christopher Columbus and learned the cute little poem. I was told he was a hero and didn’t learn until junior year of high school that he did some shady things such as destroy a whole nation’s way of life, brought diseases, and captured local people just to name a few. As far as I know, my old school district still has Columbus day off.

After learning about the heroic efforts of Columbus, we dove into the world of the pilgrims. We were told how they left England due to religious persecution and were saved by Squanto from starvation because he happily helped them learn how to plant corn. This led us to Thanksgiving which made all of our young souls believe that the Native Americans (Who am I kidding?  We used the term Indians because our school’s mascot was indeed an Indian) and the pilgrims were the best of friends. We got to dress up as either an Indian or a pilgrim and then go down to the cafeteria and eat random Thanksgiving foods on the floor in our “costumes.” Not going to lie, I loved this part of the school year. I loved decorating a paper headband and adding feathers to it to play the role of an “Indian”. Pocahontas was one of my favorite Disney movies and I wanted to be her. Yet, to my knowledge I have not one ounce of Native American blood in me. Knowing what I know now about cultural appropriation and how the relationship between the white settlers and the Native Americans were not all roses and rainbows, these innocent elementary activities make me cringe. I know my teachers had good intent. I am not sure the resources were out there like they are today for multicultural teaching. This is why it’s important to be open to learn more since there are more resources.

My first year of teaching I taught in Parker, Arizona. Parker is home to the Colorado River Indian Tribes. I learned so much more by just living there about Native American culture than I ever did in school. During my time teaching there, they celebrated CRIT Native American Days which falls in the beginning of October. It would be cool to see a shift of celebrating Columbus Day to teaching more about Native Americans. There is National Native American Day celebrated on the 2nd Monday in October and recognized by California and South Dakota. Hopefully, more states and eventually the country as a whole will recognize this day instead of Columbus Day.

The other history topic that I remember hearing over and over again in elementary school was Civil Rights. This happened usually around Martin Luther King Day. We would listen to his iconic “I Have a Dream” speech and fill out something about our dreams for the future. We talked about segregation and people like Rosa Parks and Ruby Bridges. My teachers did talk about the different schools, bathrooms, water fountains, and the peaceful protests during the Civil Rights Era but as a child it seemed that as soon as we got to the part where Dr. King was eventually shot, that ended everything. We moved on and it gave the impression that everything was OK. He was shot but people learned to be better and his dream was completed. America was the perfect country that loved its native people, ended slavery, and defeated racism and segregation. This was a lie. My teachers lied to me.

I respect my past teachers. They were great and I had a good education. I know times have changed and the idea of teaching racism in a small town community to elementary kids would be tough. I am sure it was frowned upon to even get into such topics and they wanted us to see love, not hate. Times have changed and there are more resources to teach young kids about different cultures in a way that’s respectful and dignified. Edutopia, Ted Talks, and Teaching Tolerance are just a few great resources for educators to talk about difficult topics. The internet was just starting to get big when I was in elementary school so I am grateful for resources that are at our fingertips today.

It wasn’t until college, that I learned our country was not perfect. I did have a high school history teacher who didn’t sugar coat things, but I still thought racism was over. I went to a predominately white high school. It seemed like there was no racism because there was no diversity and we knew nothing different. The only thing I knew about other cultures and races were what was shown on TV and unfortunately the city next to my small town had a lot of systematic racism which was portrayed on the media as black on black crime and gang violence. The city was very much divided and even as an ignorant kid I could see that. You didn’t stop on the West Side and avoided it at all cost.

Growing up, my Dad did a great job trying to expose us to different communities in the area. When we would drive to my grandparents’ house on the east side of the city he would purposely drive through the west side neighborhoods and down town. He often stopped at gas stations and grocery stores that were in “sketchy” areas. This often made me cry and scream that he was going to get us killed. I’m 27 and still alive today so obviously we were safe. At the time, I thought my Dad was being selfish making us drive in “not safe” areas of the city but now I realize his intentions were to make us see the good in the area and to destroy the negative images we had and replace them with truth from first hand experiences.

As a college student, I learned terms that I had never heard before in my life. Systematic racism, white privilege, racial profiling, ageism, and ableism were just a few terms that were brand new to me. As I learned these terms and read more about equity and equality I realized how broken our country is. Once I discovered the truth, I couldn’t hide in my ignorance any longer.

Here’s the thing, I didn’t realize half of what I didn’t know about racism and injustice in our country because I was ignorant. If I didn’t go to college and teach in some of the places I’ve taught I would have no idea the inequalities and broken social structures we have in place. I still have a white wash mind, I am trying to become more open minded and fix the things I have been taught but that doesn’t happen over night. It takes life experiences, learning through books or podcasts written by people of color, and listening to those who are oppressed and actually hearing them. I know not everyone has had these experiences and it’s OK. We can grow and learn everyday. It’s not too late.

It’s our job as white people to teach our people. Not all of our family, friends, and neighbors are aware of the racism, hate, and systematic oppression because they live in a bubble. I loved most of my teachers growing up, but I was taught a white washed view of history and had to learn to change my perspective on many topics. I don’t blame my past educators because maybe they didn’t know better, but if you know better it’s your job to be a voice of truth. As an educator, my mission is to not sugar coat things but to appropriately tell my students things are not roses and rainbows and we can and must do better. Civil Rights did not end with Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks and we have so much more to do and learn.

I am not done learning. I will never be done learning. As our country currently engages in protests for the black community do not think that when this is over it is done. There is a lot of work to be done to fight racism and it will not happen over night. Think also of our people who are Latino, Muslim, and Chinese just to name a few. These groups are also experiencing constant hate from ignorance and lack of understanding of their culture.  There is so much more to know and to learn. The best ways to becomes less ignorant is to read about different cultures, learn about white privilege, travel, and engage in conversation with people who are different from you.

Let’s stop lying to ourselves. We can do better.