We are just home from our major camping event of the summer, having spent three nights at Crow Wing State Park. In our effort to visit all of the MN State Parks with the boys, we hit #16 with Crow Wing and #17 with Cuyuna Country Recreational Area, both beautiful parks with lots of deer, fish, birds and trails to keep us occupied.
Camping is one of those love it/hate it activities. Some people can't get enough of the campfires and sleeping bags, while others abhor the thought of sleeping in a tent amid the mosquitoes. As much as we love sleeping outside on a clear night, camping is a lot of work. It all takes twice as much stuff to work three times as hard for all the pieces to come together. And then you get home and have to clean it all up while checking for ticks!
It's easy to get distracted by all this effort from the very reason we keep finding new and creative ways to haul our gear to far corners of our great state. We live in a beautiful world, surrounded by clear lakes, diverse wildlife, tall trees, colorful flowers and buzzing insects, and if we aren't mindful of the bounty in our own backyard, we can't truly be good stewards of our earth.
This camping trip we tried a couple new things in an effort to be more mindful of our surroundings. First, I of course tried some new recipes. When the boys were younger, we ate easy heat and serve camping food as the boys needed a lot of supervision to keep them away from the fire and poison ivy. Now that they are older, it was time to try some actual camp food. This included fire roasted chicken skewers with peanut sauce, roasted corn on the cob and coal cooked salmon with lemon and dill, all of which were delicious! There is something very primal and grounding about cooking over a fire with nothing but some wooden skewers and a little aluminum foil between you and the heat and the smoke. I had to build the fire, tend to the flames and coals, all while cooking our meals.
The second new activity we added to our trip was a series of meditations based on Thich Nhat Hanh's book A Handful of Quiet. Over the course of the first day, each of us looked to find four small rocks that appealed to us in some way. This required us to be aware of our surroundings and to help each other keep an eye out for small treasures. That evening, around the fire, we took some time to consider the space around us, breathing in the fresh air and listening to the wind and creatures in the woods. Each of our four rocks represented an element tied to strengths within each of us that we held in our minds as we breathed. We did an abbreviated version of this at an outlook before we left as well, where we each picked our favorite stone and element to focus on as we gazed out over the Mississippi River.
Meditation, in addition to bringing us closer to our surroundings through mindfulness, is a tenant of Buddhist practice. Our youngest son was born Buddhist, and this is one practice we can use to remain close to a vital part of his history and culture. We are half a world away from Thailand, but we can find peace and closeness as a family with the spiritual practices of his homeland. That is why we go through all of the effort to go camping, to have new adventures and build lasting memories as a family, each with our own strengths and histories that bring something beautiful to the world.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Summer Detox
Over the years I have found that each summer break develops a theme of sorts. A few summers ago, with our youngest just home, it was cocooning. Then it was reemergence back into the world around us. Last year it was mind and body health, and this summer it has been thus far about detoxification and restoration. I just wanted to let go of the baggage of the last year and feel light and whole again. The process has actually been simpler than I thought with great results.
The last day of school for teachers is a misnomer because most of us work beyond that magic date on the calendar to write curriculum, catch up on technology practices, teach summer school, go to workshops, or all of the above. Last year I worked three extra weeks over the summer, away from my kids, paying for daycare, which is time that is just too valuable for me. This year, I worked one extra day on tech stuff, but then totally disengaged myself from school. I am not working on committees, doing any training, or going to meetings. I'm not even thinking about work to be honest, which feels healthy and good!
One easy place to continue the detox was with my diet. My first week off started with a three day detox diet program of fruits and vegetables. After a year of medications, pain pills and steroids, all linked to my surgery, I wanted to cleanse my system with clean and wholesome foods. The program consisted of smoothies for each meal, which was okay for the first two days, but by the third day, I was starving and my energy was low! I managed my morning smoothie, and then took the warning signs seriously and went back to solid food, though healthy choices.
I also recommitted to baking for the family. Each week I have a 'baking day' in which I put together the bread for the week, a breakfast selection of muffins or bread loaded with whole grains, fruits and veggies, and any dinner options for the week that I can make ahead, like a quiche or tart. Spending the afternoon in the kitchen listening to the soundtrack of my children playing outside the window is good for the spirit. I am assured of the quality and nutrition of the ingredients that we consume and can pour in the love for my family in with each spoon, cup or whisk.
There are many other ways I am trying to bring in the pure and good and purge the yuck. Each day I take the kids outside, whether in the backyard or at the park. We spend all school year in cramped and dusty rooms, and I just want to breathe in the fresh air and feel the sun on my skin. In my continued therapy for my Achilles problems, I have turned to massage and acupuncture, taking no pain meds, even over the counters. I have embraced the use of essential oils (another blog topic for sure!) for healing, relaxation, therapy and more in a natural and balanced approach. Each little bit helps to feel renewed.
One area I need to work on is my digital detox. My phone and Kindle travel most places with me. I do read a lot, but I don't really have any reason to check the celebrity gossip sites or play Candy Crush multiple times a day. The phone can be a nasty habit, so I am going to work on this one in the coming weeks!
As I write this, I really need to consider, what habits and coping mechanisms do I want to pass on to my children and which ones do I want them to avoid? What can I learn from them, as they chase moths and play Captain America in the backyard, that can help me with my own bad habits? I have the time, a luxury of days off, so I need to use it well.
The last day of school for teachers is a misnomer because most of us work beyond that magic date on the calendar to write curriculum, catch up on technology practices, teach summer school, go to workshops, or all of the above. Last year I worked three extra weeks over the summer, away from my kids, paying for daycare, which is time that is just too valuable for me. This year, I worked one extra day on tech stuff, but then totally disengaged myself from school. I am not working on committees, doing any training, or going to meetings. I'm not even thinking about work to be honest, which feels healthy and good!
One easy place to continue the detox was with my diet. My first week off started with a three day detox diet program of fruits and vegetables. After a year of medications, pain pills and steroids, all linked to my surgery, I wanted to cleanse my system with clean and wholesome foods. The program consisted of smoothies for each meal, which was okay for the first two days, but by the third day, I was starving and my energy was low! I managed my morning smoothie, and then took the warning signs seriously and went back to solid food, though healthy choices.
I also recommitted to baking for the family. Each week I have a 'baking day' in which I put together the bread for the week, a breakfast selection of muffins or bread loaded with whole grains, fruits and veggies, and any dinner options for the week that I can make ahead, like a quiche or tart. Spending the afternoon in the kitchen listening to the soundtrack of my children playing outside the window is good for the spirit. I am assured of the quality and nutrition of the ingredients that we consume and can pour in the love for my family in with each spoon, cup or whisk.
There are many other ways I am trying to bring in the pure and good and purge the yuck. Each day I take the kids outside, whether in the backyard or at the park. We spend all school year in cramped and dusty rooms, and I just want to breathe in the fresh air and feel the sun on my skin. In my continued therapy for my Achilles problems, I have turned to massage and acupuncture, taking no pain meds, even over the counters. I have embraced the use of essential oils (another blog topic for sure!) for healing, relaxation, therapy and more in a natural and balanced approach. Each little bit helps to feel renewed.
One area I need to work on is my digital detox. My phone and Kindle travel most places with me. I do read a lot, but I don't really have any reason to check the celebrity gossip sites or play Candy Crush multiple times a day. The phone can be a nasty habit, so I am going to work on this one in the coming weeks!
As I write this, I really need to consider, what habits and coping mechanisms do I want to pass on to my children and which ones do I want them to avoid? What can I learn from them, as they chase moths and play Captain America in the backyard, that can help me with my own bad habits? I have the time, a luxury of days off, so I need to use it well.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Summer Reads #1: Sixth Grave on the Edge
A few years ago I started keeping track of the books I read over my summer vacation, just for fun to indulge the book nerd that claims a pretty sizable chunk of my inner residence. This summer, at the suggestion of a few folks, I am going to blog about just some of my reads, mainly because blogging about 20-25 (on average) books would seriously cut into my reading time.
Now, I approach my summer reading with some strategy. I need a mix of genres and titles, required texts and trashy palate cleansers, hard covers and downloads. I never leave the house without a book, which means that I always carry a bag that can fit a book or my Kindle, though my latest phone with the Kindle app works in a pinch. I'm not afraid to read more than one book at a time, especially if one is particularly long, tragic or work-related. I have titles on a reserve list from the library, a fully stocked e-library on my device, and several thrift store finds on my night stand at the ready. My prime reading hours are afternoon rest time and an hour or so after the rest of the house is asleep, though I catch quite a few pages in the backyard or at the park. I am a fast reader, and I never finish a book without starting a few pages of the next one.
My first book of the season was Sixth Grave on the Edge, by Darynda Jones, part of an urban fantasy series about a private investigator who discovers that she is the Grim Reaper and must assist the departed in whatever prevents them from crossing over. Oh, and she has fallen in love with the son of the devil, who is really a good guy despite his demon tendencies. It really is a trashy as it sounds, which is why I started with it to clear away all remnants of in-depth analysis of To Kill a Mockingbird and As I Lay Dying. This book, and series really, is entertaining and easy to read, without too much violence and gore. But it is not among my favorites, a few of which I have listed below.
The urban fantasy and paranormal romance genres are ones I enjoy as pure escapism, but not all books alike, so I put together my own guidelines for what I like to read.
1. Beware of urban fantasy that takes itself too seriously. There should be a bit of irreverence in books about vampires, witches and werewolves.
2. The alternative world needs to make sense, with consistent rules about how all things magical and mystical work.
3. The characters shouldn't be too quirky and annoying. That really applies to all genres (hello, Janet Evanovich!), and is one of the reasons why this first book was merely okay.
4. Another one that applies to all genres, the main character should not be stupidly impulsive, thinking she is the only person who can solve the problem, which puts her in grave danger that requires a man to come and save her. Again, a problem with this series by Jones.
If you want to read some good, trashy in the best sense of the word books in urban fantasy, try some of these of these:
The Dresden Files series by Jim Butcher
Think private investigator noir with a wizard on the streets in Chicago.
The Hollows series by Kim Harrison
This one is close to my heart, mainly because it is set in my old stomping grounds of Cincinnati.
The Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris
This is the series that the show True Blood is based on, but the books are NOT as dark, bloody or gratuitously sexual as the series!
Let me know if you end up reading any of the books on my list or any of the suggestions above. I love to talk literature, even on my summer break:)
Summer Reads 2014
Finished:
Sixth Grave on the Edge, by Darynda Jones
Currently Reading:
Middlesex, by Jeffery Eugenides
Next Read:
The Good Lord Bird, by James McBride
Now, I approach my summer reading with some strategy. I need a mix of genres and titles, required texts and trashy palate cleansers, hard covers and downloads. I never leave the house without a book, which means that I always carry a bag that can fit a book or my Kindle, though my latest phone with the Kindle app works in a pinch. I'm not afraid to read more than one book at a time, especially if one is particularly long, tragic or work-related. I have titles on a reserve list from the library, a fully stocked e-library on my device, and several thrift store finds on my night stand at the ready. My prime reading hours are afternoon rest time and an hour or so after the rest of the house is asleep, though I catch quite a few pages in the backyard or at the park. I am a fast reader, and I never finish a book without starting a few pages of the next one.
My first book of the season was Sixth Grave on the Edge, by Darynda Jones, part of an urban fantasy series about a private investigator who discovers that she is the Grim Reaper and must assist the departed in whatever prevents them from crossing over. Oh, and she has fallen in love with the son of the devil, who is really a good guy despite his demon tendencies. It really is a trashy as it sounds, which is why I started with it to clear away all remnants of in-depth analysis of To Kill a Mockingbird and As I Lay Dying. This book, and series really, is entertaining and easy to read, without too much violence and gore. But it is not among my favorites, a few of which I have listed below.
The urban fantasy and paranormal romance genres are ones I enjoy as pure escapism, but not all books alike, so I put together my own guidelines for what I like to read.
1. Beware of urban fantasy that takes itself too seriously. There should be a bit of irreverence in books about vampires, witches and werewolves.
2. The alternative world needs to make sense, with consistent rules about how all things magical and mystical work.
3. The characters shouldn't be too quirky and annoying. That really applies to all genres (hello, Janet Evanovich!), and is one of the reasons why this first book was merely okay.
4. Another one that applies to all genres, the main character should not be stupidly impulsive, thinking she is the only person who can solve the problem, which puts her in grave danger that requires a man to come and save her. Again, a problem with this series by Jones.
If you want to read some good, trashy in the best sense of the word books in urban fantasy, try some of these of these:
The Dresden Files series by Jim Butcher
Think private investigator noir with a wizard on the streets in Chicago.
The Hollows series by Kim Harrison
This one is close to my heart, mainly because it is set in my old stomping grounds of Cincinnati.
The Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris
This is the series that the show True Blood is based on, but the books are NOT as dark, bloody or gratuitously sexual as the series!
Let me know if you end up reading any of the books on my list or any of the suggestions above. I love to talk literature, even on my summer break:)
Summer Reads 2014
Finished:
Sixth Grave on the Edge, by Darynda Jones
Currently Reading:
Middlesex, by Jeffery Eugenides
Next Read:
The Good Lord Bird, by James McBride
Monday, June 9, 2014
Rhubarb Pie
It seems like many a time I've started a blog post with some iteration of "I'm back," and this one isn't so different. I'm never really gone you know; it's just a matter of sitting down a putting the words to screen;)
This year has been a dark and difficult one for us. Surgery, unemployment, injury, more injury, a horrific winter as the frosty cherry on top it all. The lessons from it all are pretty universal: pain sucks, losing a job strains a family, the polar vortex is a menace. BUT people are kind and you soon learn who you can really count on to be in your corner and if you're lucky, which we are, you emerge into the light with scars that will eventually fade under the strength of survival.
The light for us is healing with good medical care. The light for us is a new job with old friends. The light for us is a late spring with blossoms near perfection.
And so we have celebrated our gratitude in the warmth of this light, in big and small ways. We threw a "We Survived the Winter" party. We adjusted to a new routine with two working parents. We made a pie with rhubarb fresh from the garden on a sunny afternoon.
I'm sure that there is a whole enduring the sour to appreciate the sweet connection between my pie and the paragraph above, but I'm moving forward from that trope to another theme I always seem to circle back to on this blog: gratitude. I am so grateful to be moving into the summer with plans for science experiments, new recipes and a full garden. And as I reflect on the joys of renewed joy and energy, I'll try to put the words to the screen when I have the chance.
This year has been a dark and difficult one for us. Surgery, unemployment, injury, more injury, a horrific winter as the frosty cherry on top it all. The lessons from it all are pretty universal: pain sucks, losing a job strains a family, the polar vortex is a menace. BUT people are kind and you soon learn who you can really count on to be in your corner and if you're lucky, which we are, you emerge into the light with scars that will eventually fade under the strength of survival.
The light for us is healing with good medical care. The light for us is a new job with old friends. The light for us is a late spring with blossoms near perfection.
And so we have celebrated our gratitude in the warmth of this light, in big and small ways. We threw a "We Survived the Winter" party. We adjusted to a new routine with two working parents. We made a pie with rhubarb fresh from the garden on a sunny afternoon.
I'm sure that there is a whole enduring the sour to appreciate the sweet connection between my pie and the paragraph above, but I'm moving forward from that trope to another theme I always seem to circle back to on this blog: gratitude. I am so grateful to be moving into the summer with plans for science experiments, new recipes and a full garden. And as I reflect on the joys of renewed joy and energy, I'll try to put the words to the screen when I have the chance.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
12 Days of Blogging: Zucchini Muffins
This week I started a new meditation practice. I take a few moments to quiet my mind with deep breathing exercises. Once my mind is clear, I begin to focus on a single word. Gratitude. As I continue to breathe, I draw on the word with each breath in and as I exhale slowly I release from my mind something for which I feel grateful. I try to just let that something spring forth from a clear and genuine place, sending my gratitude out into the world as a positive force.
As the recovery from my foot surgery winds down, I am working to reestablish and maintain my focus on the mind-body connection for good health. This has been hard to do when I've been tired and sore and frustrated from the rigors of healing. But as the weeks have passed and the fog of pain meds have cleared and the daily aches have faded, I feel a renewed energy to focus on mindful exercise, healthy eating, relaxation, writing, meditation, and above all gratitude, which is a balm for the spirit.
So in this moment of gratitude, I am thankful for zucchini muffins. The family really loves them, and I froze several bags of grated zucchini from the garden this summer for the purpose of making them this winter. I have not been able to cook much in the last ten weeks, but tonight I made a batch of zucchini muffins, with the boys at the counter keeping me company, and it felt so good and natural. For the next couple days, I am going to mindful of each bite that nourishes us all.
As the recovery from my foot surgery winds down, I am working to reestablish and maintain my focus on the mind-body connection for good health. This has been hard to do when I've been tired and sore and frustrated from the rigors of healing. But as the weeks have passed and the fog of pain meds have cleared and the daily aches have faded, I feel a renewed energy to focus on mindful exercise, healthy eating, relaxation, writing, meditation, and above all gratitude, which is a balm for the spirit.
So in this moment of gratitude, I am thankful for zucchini muffins. The family really loves them, and I froze several bags of grated zucchini from the garden this summer for the purpose of making them this winter. I have not been able to cook much in the last ten weeks, but tonight I made a batch of zucchini muffins, with the boys at the counter keeping me company, and it felt so good and natural. For the next couple days, I am going to mindful of each bite that nourishes us all.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
12 Days of Blogging: Polar Vortex
Happy New Year!
So it turns out that two weeks on pain medications put a bit of a hitch in my plans to blog towards twelve posts during my recovery from surgery, but because the spirit of the holidays is still in the air, I am going to continue in that same spirit:) Plus, my winter vacation was extended an extra day by the governor of Minnesota due to predicted cold weather on Monday, so I will take this as an opportunity to write and reflect!
I have to admit, I love a good winter weather event. Or I should say, the build up to a weather event. With the impending "polar vortex" descending upon us this evening, bringing potentially record breaking frigid temps, we are snuggling in for the duration. I made a last minute trip to the library for books. John went to the store for provisions. The boys took advantage of the lingering 16 degree heat of the afternoon for one last sledding adventure.
As teachers, there are undocumented numbers of us that are unofficial meteorologists. In the days before a predicted winter storm, we study the forecast with intense scrutiny for any indication of that great, rare conglomeration of factors which lead to the greatest part of snow, ice and cold: The Snow Day (Or Cold Weather Day). The conditions have to be perfect, the timing has to be precise, and we study the words of the newscasters for those magic words "Snow-Ice Mix."
There are rituals surrounding weather events that teachers employ as well. Some never speak the words, so as not to jinx the forecast. Others deny any possibility while secretly harboring hope deep inside. Some recall in great detail conditions of Snow Days past, remembering a better time with that other superintendent when the alarm was turned off or the extra pot of coffee put on. And the most industrious of us (certainly not me) put an extra set of papers in the bag, just in case.
As Minnesotans, there is a certain point on the thermometer every year where cold loses its number and just becomes cold. Self preservation takes over and all egos are checked somewhere around frumpy as we pile on the layers of underwear, tights, thermal garments, wool and polar fleece. The heavy boots get dusted off, and if you're lucky, you remembered to toss a pair of dress shoes in your bag on the way to work.
In the end there are only a couple things that matter regardless of the event. Stay safe and stay warm friends!
So it turns out that two weeks on pain medications put a bit of a hitch in my plans to blog towards twelve posts during my recovery from surgery, but because the spirit of the holidays is still in the air, I am going to continue in that same spirit:) Plus, my winter vacation was extended an extra day by the governor of Minnesota due to predicted cold weather on Monday, so I will take this as an opportunity to write and reflect!
I have to admit, I love a good winter weather event. Or I should say, the build up to a weather event. With the impending "polar vortex" descending upon us this evening, bringing potentially record breaking frigid temps, we are snuggling in for the duration. I made a last minute trip to the library for books. John went to the store for provisions. The boys took advantage of the lingering 16 degree heat of the afternoon for one last sledding adventure.
As teachers, there are undocumented numbers of us that are unofficial meteorologists. In the days before a predicted winter storm, we study the forecast with intense scrutiny for any indication of that great, rare conglomeration of factors which lead to the greatest part of snow, ice and cold: The Snow Day (Or Cold Weather Day). The conditions have to be perfect, the timing has to be precise, and we study the words of the newscasters for those magic words "Snow-Ice Mix."
There are rituals surrounding weather events that teachers employ as well. Some never speak the words, so as not to jinx the forecast. Others deny any possibility while secretly harboring hope deep inside. Some recall in great detail conditions of Snow Days past, remembering a better time with that other superintendent when the alarm was turned off or the extra pot of coffee put on. And the most industrious of us (certainly not me) put an extra set of papers in the bag, just in case.
As Minnesotans, there is a certain point on the thermometer every year where cold loses its number and just becomes cold. Self preservation takes over and all egos are checked somewhere around frumpy as we pile on the layers of underwear, tights, thermal garments, wool and polar fleece. The heavy boots get dusted off, and if you're lucky, you remembered to toss a pair of dress shoes in your bag on the way to work.
In the end there are only a couple things that matter regardless of the event. Stay safe and stay warm friends!
Monday, December 30, 2013
12 Days of Blogging: Lessons in Kindness
I have this very clear memory from few years ago, right around the time Suki came home, where I was pulling into the driveway with the boys in the backseat when a sudden realization sent me into a mild panic, the kind where your breath is stolen away right as your heart starts to pound in your ears. All of the sudden it came to me that "Holy Sh*t! I am responsible for making sure my children know how to swim!"
Now I might have been a wee bit emotionally vulnerable given that I had just become a mother for the second time, and since teaching your children to swim is as easy as driving them to any of several qualified professionals in the immediate area, the panic may have been more about the overwhelming number of important, life-saving lessons we must teach our children than this one in particular.
Something that has been a priority for our family is teaching our boys how to be kind; to themselves and others. This has only been reinforced for me in the last few weeks as my family and I have been blessed with the kindness of family, friends and strangers.
My husband John is probably the kindest person I know, as his kindness is rooted in patience and commitment. He is also kind in the clears the snow from the neighbors' walks, volunteers with veterans, helps friends move with a smile kind of way. My first two weeks after the surgery, I have had to keep my foot elevated 23 hours a day, so with basically no mobility, he has not only taken care of me, but our boys as well, and never complained. I know with such a wonderful role model, my boys will grow up to be kind men as well! I am so thankful for John's kindness!
My mom has always been one of my models for kindness. Her welcome embrace and forgiving heart extends to all people. She has taken over as caregiver as John visits his family, driving me to the doctor, cooking me Grandma Lois's tacos (the ultimate comfort food!) and reminding me to ice, medicate and rest as needed. I am so thankful for my Mom's kindness!
My extended family has surrounded me with the kindness I need to heal and recover from my surgery. My brother Elliott has come to take care of me a couple of days while John is gone, bringing my nephew for the positive energy that comes from a happy, healthy toddler. My sister-in-law Katie provided healing touch to encourage my incision and body to heal. The many phone calls and text messages to check in or send love and prayers have been so appreciated. I am thankful for my family's kindness!
Today I am also thankful for the kindness of strangers. My brother Nick and his wife, along with his in-laws, were in a serious car accident a few days ago. We will forever be thankful that there were only minor injuries, as well as for the good Samaritans that stopped after the crash, taking action to help in many ways. I am thankful for the kindness of these brave strangers!
I want to teach my boys to be kind, and I have many role models for them to turn to for lessons on how to treat others, especially in times when it is needed most.
Now I might have been a wee bit emotionally vulnerable given that I had just become a mother for the second time, and since teaching your children to swim is as easy as driving them to any of several qualified professionals in the immediate area, the panic may have been more about the overwhelming number of important, life-saving lessons we must teach our children than this one in particular.
Something that has been a priority for our family is teaching our boys how to be kind; to themselves and others. This has only been reinforced for me in the last few weeks as my family and I have been blessed with the kindness of family, friends and strangers.
My husband John is probably the kindest person I know, as his kindness is rooted in patience and commitment. He is also kind in the clears the snow from the neighbors' walks, volunteers with veterans, helps friends move with a smile kind of way. My first two weeks after the surgery, I have had to keep my foot elevated 23 hours a day, so with basically no mobility, he has not only taken care of me, but our boys as well, and never complained. I know with such a wonderful role model, my boys will grow up to be kind men as well! I am so thankful for John's kindness!
My mom has always been one of my models for kindness. Her welcome embrace and forgiving heart extends to all people. She has taken over as caregiver as John visits his family, driving me to the doctor, cooking me Grandma Lois's tacos (the ultimate comfort food!) and reminding me to ice, medicate and rest as needed. I am so thankful for my Mom's kindness!
My extended family has surrounded me with the kindness I need to heal and recover from my surgery. My brother Elliott has come to take care of me a couple of days while John is gone, bringing my nephew for the positive energy that comes from a happy, healthy toddler. My sister-in-law Katie provided healing touch to encourage my incision and body to heal. The many phone calls and text messages to check in or send love and prayers have been so appreciated. I am thankful for my family's kindness!
Today I am also thankful for the kindness of strangers. My brother Nick and his wife, along with his in-laws, were in a serious car accident a few days ago. We will forever be thankful that there were only minor injuries, as well as for the good Samaritans that stopped after the crash, taking action to help in many ways. I am thankful for the kindness of these brave strangers!
I want to teach my boys to be kind, and I have many role models for them to turn to for lessons on how to treat others, especially in times when it is needed most.
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