Even the days I get to sleep in. It’s always a battle to drag this ol’ bag of bones out of bed.
I’ve Tried Everything
Going to bed early (that is also really hard). No screen time before bed. No coffee or tea too late in the day. Exercise earlier in the day, rather than later…
And yet, no matter what I do to ensure a good night’s sleep, it’s a struggle to wake up in the morning.
The Snooze Game
When the alarm goes off at six, I immediately smash the snooze button. Ten more blissful minutes.
The radio turns on again at 6:10 and WHAM! Snooze again.
By 6:20 I’m starting to feel a bit guilty, so this time I leave the radio on, but turn the volume way down.
Now I start to have some really weird dreams. Snippets of the radio come through and suddenly I’m having trippy dreams about the news stories.
I’m only startled out of these strange half-dreams at 6:45 when my kids run in and jump on the bed.
What is challenging about taking a selfie and posting it online?
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve posted mine. But how many of the black and white “Challenge Accepted” Instagram photos you’ve seen in the last few days really say anything?
There is nothing challenging about putting a selfie on Instagram and writing some feel-good words about the women we love. It is just that: feel-good. It’s nice to see.
It’s not a challenge.
The Challenge is Facing Reality: Femicide
Why are these photos in black and white? It stems from a practice in Turkish media of publishing black and white photos of murder victims.
Most of these women have been murdered by a close male relative or acquaintance (husband, father, ex-boyfriend). Several individual, community and societal factors contribute to this high rate of femicide and violence against women.
This Problem Isn’t Just in Turkey
It might be easy for someone reading this in Europe or North America to think that this isn’t a problem here.
That is absolutely wrong.
According to the UN, rates of violence against women and girls have increased the world over since the beginning of the pandemic.
This isn’t just happening in Turkey, or in some other faraway country.
It’s happening in your home town.
A New Challenge
I’m no influencer. No celebrity. I’ve jumped on the bandwagon and participated in these largely meaningless “challenges” before (anyone remember the black square from a couple months ago?).
But I do have this modest platform, and so I am challenging all the strong, beautiful, intelligent and wonderful women I know and love who read this to take action.
Donate to your local women’s shelter. Take food. Do some research into your area. Volunteer (where it’s safe, what with covid and all).
Also, if you buy frequently on Amazon, consider shopping at smile.amazon.com. There are hundreds of charities listed through smile.amazon and you can choose from national to local groups to support. Each time you purchase on through the smile.amazon url, a portion of your purchase is donated to the charity you select.
But Don’t Forget the Pics
I do love seeing the photos of the women I know and love.
Please keep ’em coming!
I’m just asking we add substance to the feel-good nature of the exercise.
But ever since having kids, I CRY LIKE A BABY in movies.
Has anyone else noticed this phenomenon? It’s especially bad if it involves crying children, parents being separated from children, children losing parents, children getting lost, or anything in that vein.
Not that I’ve ever been particularly stoic when it comes to films. I was known to have a good cry at the movies even before having kids.
Here’s a list of the top five movies that made me cry.
1. Life is Beautiful
This is the first film I remember really breaking down and weeping in.
I saw it with my family in NYC when I was a teenager, and I remember going to the bathroom with my mother after the movie ended and helping her fix her mascara.
What’s wonderful about this movie is the combination of comedy and drama, which makes it all the more poignant.
2. Schindler’s List
I ugly cried during this film, it’s true. But that very fact annoys me.
See, I have this beef with Steven Spielberg. Yeah, the dude knows what he’s doing (he’s one of the world’s most successful film makers, after all), but he plays unabashedly on people’s emotions.
“How is that different from ‘Life is Beautiful,'” you ask? There is no subtlety to Spielberg. He whacks you over the head with his point, driving it home with a sledgehammer.
For example, as Liam Neeson playing Schindler weeps at the end of the film saying, “I could have saved more!” the discerning viewer already KNEW he felt that way! You didn’t have to state the obvious!
Okay, all that to say that I ugly cried in this film and still hate myself for it.
3. Of Mice and Men
I don’t know what was up with me when I saw this, but I just lost it. The friends I was watching it with thought they had scarred me for life.
It was in high school at a New England boarding school. My advisor, the dean of the school lived on campus and she would let students use her living room to study, have group meetings, or just hang out and watch TV.
“Of Mice and Men” was showing on TV. The awkward part is that the gun shots were edited out for the TV audience, so you had some guesswork to do to figure out exactly what was happening.
It was pretty obvious, though, and I cried like I’d never cried in a movie before.
4. Mary Poppins
You weren’t expecting this one, were you?? Yeah, I choke up each and every time I watch this movie. We own it on DVD and have a DVD player in the car. We’ve watched it three times in the last month on long car rides. I still get a lump in my throat every time.
Don’t ask me why. It’s the poignancy of it, I guess. That, and Dick Van Dyke’s cockney accent.
5. Rise of the Planet of the Apes
I know what you’re thinking, but wait! Don’t judge!
Chico and I sat down to watch this film shortly after our first son was born. At one point, James Franco’s character has to leave his incredibly intelligent chimp in an animal shelter, and walk away.
I was postpartum. I couldn’t handle it. Enough said.
A Couple Others for Good Measure:
6. Coco: You cannot tell me you didn’t cry at the beginning of this movie. YOU CANNOT HONESTLY TELL ME THAT.
7. Up: Ditto for this one. I mean, COME ON! They fall in love as children! They dream of traveling together! They lose the baby! They grow old together! She gets sick AND DIES! I was weeping.
There Are Probably More…
I have definitely cried or at least teared up in other films. But these are the big ones I remember.
I can hear my mother nagging me to practice piano as a child. I can see the little upright we had in my childhood home. I can hear my brother playing “The Entertainer.”
Fast forward nearly twenty years since I last had a piano lesson. A piano has fallen in my lap.
(Not literally.)
Friends were clearing some things out of their home and offered us their old spinet piano. It hasn’t been tuned in twenty years, but hey! It’s a free piano!
Well, turns out nothing is really free.
The tuner came in on Tuesday and opened it up. I heard a tentative clearing of the throat.
“Jane…? I need to ask you a question.” “Yes?” I said. “Did you spend any money to move this piano here?” “No… Why?” “Well there’s that, at least.”
…
The bass bridge is cracked and there’s what looks like mold in the bottom of the piano.
Essentially, the piano sounds like crap and will always sound like crap unless we pay about $800 to repair the bridge. Even then, the sound is nothing special.
The question is, is the piano worth this much?
The tuner was wonderful. She didn’t charge me for coming out, and she gave outlined three possibilities:
We repair the crack in the bridge ($800 as previously mentioned).
We ignore the crack in the bridge, tune the piano and know that it won’t be a stable tune and the crack could get worse.
We replace the piano.
We looked around a bit online at Craig’s list and Facebook marketplace to see what was on offer. Turns out, a lot of people are trying to get rid of pianos for free (since they know whoever takes them will have to pay professionals to move them).
It also turns out that people who are trying to get rid of pianos are happy to open them up and send me pictures of the instrument’s innards.
So now I’ve identified a promising piano. I know how much it would cost to get it here and to haul out the old one. I know how much it would cost to get the new (old) piano tuned up and repaired.
Do I have to write something inspiring? Can’t I just write something inspired by the sunrise or sunset?
Not Inspired (or Inspiring)
Why is it, that instead of feeling inspired by today’s writing prompt, I feel annoyed? “[The sun] goes round and round.” No, it does not! The EARTH goes round and round! What are you, a flat-earther? Do you believe the solar system is geocentric??
Anyway. I’m going to use today’s prompt as a kick-off into a subject that is pressing on my mind right now.
At Sunset Last Night…
Our local school board had convened and was debating.
They were debating whether or not to go back on their plan to offer both hybrid and 100% distance learning for Fall 2020, and to offer only 100% distance.
The superintendent had come out with a recommendation to cancel the hybrid learning option and go to only 100% distance learning, despite pressure from the white house.
By Sunrise Today…
The school board had voted. For the school year starting in September, our kids will all be staying home.
As I wrote earlier this month, I had agonized over the choice between 100% distance and hybrid learning for our rising kindergartener.
Now, I’m just annoyed that they put me through that emotional upheaval, only to remove the options.
Through the Wringer
Did we all really have to ride that rollercoaster? Was that absolutely necessary? Did I have to spend those days anxiously doubting? Did I have to shed those tears?
Nope. Turns out I didn’t.
I’m not going to criticize the school board’s decision. The decision is what it is, and given the state of things, hardly surprising.
But I am ticked off that they didn’t just make this call earlier and spare us the headache and trouble.
No One Knows
And yes, I know, I know. No one really knows what’s going to happen. But numbers have been going back up for a while now, and health experts have been warning that we’re not even out of the first wave, much less into the second.
So yeah, this is probably the right call. But it could have been made much earlier and at much less anxiety to parents had everyone just agreed to trust public health experts in the first place.
Anyway
That’s all I really have to say. Nothing new. Nothing inspiring. Just that at sunset last night, we thought things were going one way. By sunrise this morning, we learned they’re going another.
And I now have this song stuck in my head:
You’ll be singing it all day, too now. You’re welcome!
Such a tiny little word, and yet! And yet how powerful!
I’ve come up with lots of different ways to say “no” these days. As a mom, I think it’s important to have a variety of ways to destroy your child’s happiness.
“Now’s not the time, love.” “Not likely.” “Never in a million years.” “Heck no!” “What, do you think I’m stupid or something?” “Ix-nay.” “Let’s all have a big tall glass of nope.”
It feels like I have a whole arsenal of “no” weapons, ready at a moment’s notice!
A Bit Carried Away
At one point, though, I realized that perhaps it was getting a bit excessive.
This dawned on me when my three-year-old threw himself on the floor and screamed when I told him, “No, you can’t play the piano.”
That’s normal, you think. Any three-year-old would throw a fit about something like that.
True, but hear me out.
I have fairly high noise tolerance. This piano has survived lessons from four kids: it’s not like it’s delicate. My kids aren’t that rough. We had just finished one activity and hadn’t yet moved on to another. He had washed his hands and everything.
Could It Be That…
Perhaps I was saying “no” too much??
But how can that be?! I must be FIRM with my children! They can’t have everything they want!
This is true. They cannot have everything they want. But not everything has to be a battle. After all, we got the piano for the kids to enjoy!
So after watching him scream for a minute, I thought to myself, “Do I really care enough about this situation to worry about seeming inconsistent if I change my mind?”
The answer was (you guessed it!), NO. No, I didn’t care that much.
“You know what, love? Why not? Of course you can play the piano. Go ahead.”
Picking Your Battles
His face immediately cleared, and he clambered up onto the piano stool and started plonking away. He didn’t last long, and soon became interested in his trains.
Noise gone. Happy child. Happy mother.
That was a battle that didn’t need to happen. Others definitely need to happen (like reasonable bedtime, brushing your teeth and OMG STOP EATING TOOTHPASTE HOW DID YOU FIND IT GAAAAAAH).
But when we’re all cooped up at home together, and things are tough enough as it is, picking your battles is an important skill to learn.
It’s also good to realize that sometimes…
“Yes” Is Powerful, Too
(Or, if “yes” feels too permissive, try, “What the heck? Knock yourself out, kid.”)
I find things funniest when they are unexpected, blunt and have a strong element of truth.
The Beginning of Life
A Catholic priest, a Protestant priest and a Rabbi are arguing about the beginning of life.
The Catholic priest says, “Life begins at conception!”
The Protestant priest says, “No, no! Life begins at birth!”
The Rabbi looks at his colleagues in wonder and says, “Are you kidding? Life begins when the kids move out of the house and the dog dies.”
Lost in Translation
As a mother of young children, I can definitely see the truth in that joke.
But it’s a rare joke that transcends cultural and linguistic barriers. The joke above would probably not seem all that funny to my family in Spain. While some of the jokes they tell are completely lost on me.
And that got me thinking…
About Monty Python
Because Monty Python is funny in whatever language. Am I right? Of course I’m right.
I don’t really believe in “signs”. I’ve never read my horoscope or bothered much about fate or superstition.
(Except I think it’s a scientifically proven fact that bad stuff happens in threes.)
A-Courtin’
About ten years ago now, my Chico and I had just started dating.
We went to restaurants, for walks, picnics, to concerts.
We watched Spain blaze its way to victory in the 2010 FIFA World Cup and ended the night of the final dancing in a fountain with every other Spaniard in Geneva.
By mid-July, though we had only started dating in April, it was pretty clear to me that this man was very special.
A Separation
But I was getting set to leave. I was headed to the UK to do a one-year masters program.
We also learned that summer that my Chico would be moving to Montreal the following year.
It was time to make some big decisions:
Was I serious about this guy or not?
The Truth
Alright, alright, since I swore at the top that this story is true, I cannot lie to you now.
By mid-July not only was it clear that this man was special, but we had also explicitly said that we were meant for each other and that I’d join him in Canada after I finished my MA.
So no real tension there.
BUT! There was a sign!
Our last weekend together in Switzerland before I left for the UK, we spent up in the Jura. We cycled by a mountain lake, and finished the day with a delicious dinner in a cozy mountain inn.
After dinner we took a walk.
If you’ve ever spent the night in the mountains, you know just how dark it gets. And consequently, just how bright the stars are.
Wrapped up in sweaters and each other, we gazed skyward. My Chico is an astronomy enthusiast, and helped me spot some of the constellations I didn’t know.
We found Arcturus, the brightest star in the summer sky. I remember feeling warm with contentment despite the chilly mountain air.
Chico turned to walk back to the inn, but I lingered for a moment. In that brief instant, I saw a shooting star streak across the sky.
