December 31, 2012

Christmas 2012 In Pictures

We kicked off the festivities with a visit from Kris, Jeff and the gang ...

Riley, Kenzie, Owen and Samantha and their gingerbread houses

Santa's sleigh

Checking out the stockings

Ring Pop Smiles

Love Kenzie's enthusiasm!

and Aunt Cathy and Uncle Rich's!!

Happy Birthday Mom!!

Waking up at home to see what Santa brought:

Christmas Morning - here we go

Bentley thought Christmas (and wrapping paper) was fabulous

The scarf Owen picked out by himself for Bob at his school's Secret Santa Shop

Future archeologist? He loved digging for gems

A Christmas tradition - gathering at Aunt Jeanne's and Uncle Bud's:

The Kaufmann Crew

Christmas with Cearra and Dennis the next day; we like spreading out the fun:

Who doesn't like a gift of fake mustaches?!

Super Mario brothers?

Owen picked pretty pink (her fave color) nail polish for Cee-Cee

After Christmas trip with the Kieffers to Williamsburg, Virginia:

Elloree, Owen, Rhys. Love, love, love.

Riding the train at Busch Garden's Christmastown

Oh, deer!

We are pretty sure these two will end up married

Kieffers in a jail cell in Colonial Williamsburg. 

Elloree makes the stocks look cute!

What a wonderful holiday. We are so blessed to be able to spend time with family and friends. And we aren't done yet ... stay tuned for Christmas with the Cumberland Mechems!

December 24, 2012

Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men


I'm struggling a bit with the spirit this season. The tragedy in Connecticut was a painful way to end a year filled with senseless violence and soul bruising events. There are moments, many more of them recently, when I despair at the state of the world and an imagined future.

Yet I still believe in the inherent goodness of people; I am still moved to tears by human generosity, frailness, community. So today as I send you my best wishes for a peaceful, joyful Christmas, I share the following "Random Acts of Kindness" from the Reader's Digest Best of 2012 edition and hope that it lifts your heart as it did mine.

  • Every morning in West Tennessee, some down on his luck person finds a freshly baked pound cake on their stoop. Attached, a simple note: "Somebody loves you". This bit of decency comes courtesy of the Nine Nanas, long-anonymous women devoted to helping the less fortunate.
  • From his wheelchair, all Patrick Connelly could see at the Blake Shelton concert in Overland Park, Kansas, was a sea of people. Then two strangers hoisted Connelly aloft on their shoulders for over 20 minutes in grueling 100-degree heat, long enough for the disabled man to watch his hero perform.
  • When a thunderstorm totaled waiter Greg Rubar's car, two regular customers decided that a 15 percent tip just wouldn't do. So the couple handed him $5,000 in cash and told him to buy a new car.
  • Born with a rare immune deficiency, three-year old Lucas Gonzalez was in desperate need of a bone marrow transplant. And his family knew where to go to raise the funds: the social news site reddit.com. Within 24 hours, they collected more than $50,000.
  • In a record-setting spate of anonymous giving, total strangers from all over the country donated a kidney for someone in need. It all started when Rick Ruzzamenti, 44, of Riverside, California, gave a kidney to someone in New jersey.  Inspired by the anonymous gift to her uncle, the recipient's niece, Theresa A. Gavin, donated her kidney to Brooke R. Kitzman, a needy patient in Michigan. Kitzman's ex-boyfriend, David Madosh, continued to pay it forward by giving a kidney to someone he didn't know in Pennsylvania. When it was all over, 30 recipients and 30 donors had participated in the chain.
  • Hours before the bank foreclosed on Grandview Baptist Church in Morgantown, North Carolina, an anonymous person paid off $345,000, a huge portion of the church's loan.
  • Her family's financial straits meant no Christmas presents for Helen Cardenas. So the Seattle five-year-old wrote to Santa asking for gifts, then attached the note to a balloon. Seven hundred miles later, it landed on Frank Sanderson's ranch in Laytonville, California. The Sandersons bought the presents on the list and sent them to Helen.
  • Since overcoming a rare eye disease that left her blind for four years, Brooklynite Casey Rivera, 38, a mother of two children, has been donating at least $50 of her monthly disability check to a charity or using the money to buy clothes or other gifts for neighbors in need. "Since I got my sight back, I love seeing people smile," Rivera says.


December 22, 2012

Owen's Letter to Santa


Dear Santa

I would like an iPad.
I want a snake.
I also want a minecraft set.
How do you travel around the world in one night? How to you get presents to everybody? How often do your reindeer get tired?

Love,
Owen

December 21, 2012

Learning To Be Brave



Last night I went to bed secure in the knowledge that I wasn't sending Owen to school today.

Not with all the rumors and threats flying around cyberspace, the increased police presence at area schools, and the Mayan end of the world prediction (which, to someone with mental illness, could be a "call to action"). I peacefully drifted off, alarm clock not set, with thoughts of a lazy day ahead, building gingerbread houses and reading Christmas books with Owen.

At 8:25 Owen wakes, looking at the clock with a puzzled expression.

My response to his unspoken question "We're going to stay home today buddy!" earns me a big hug, and  moments later, "I'm not going to school?"

"Nope!" I say cheerfully, still feeling happy with my decision.

"But Mom," as his little face starts to crinkle, "I have to go to school today. Mrs. Shrader said we have one more Friday. Everyone else will be there. And it's gym day!".

I try to convince him we'll have fun; he is equally committed to going to school. I ask him many times if he is sure he wants to go ... does he really want to go?

He does.

I pull on a sweatshirt, hand him his clothes. Quick breakfast, make lunch, brush teeth and hair. And then we are in the car heading for school. I want to turn the van around, but Owen is humming happily in the back seat, sure of where he is meant to be at 9:00 on a weekday.

I walk him in, signing in tardy and asking if I can write "Mom is crazy" as the reason. Owen is happy to be here, telling his class that I wanted us to stay home but he had to come in for gym. My friend Karen is in the classroom today helping with a special project; another new friend is class mom. They are both kind and gentle, telling me to stay if it makes me feel better.

It's warm and peaceful in the front office, where staff members Amy and June greet me and give hugs and tissues as the tears embarrassingly break free. They tell me they understand; they are moms; their hearts are within these walls too.

I peak in on the class once more. The kids are wearing red and green - a change in their usual uniforms and a treat before break. Owen is sitting next to MacKenzie on the carpet, gathered round Mrs. Shrader as they go through their morning routine.  I say a silent prayer, and walk back out the front doors to my car.

It's going to be a long day. My eyes are already puffy and a headache is creeping in. My heart is still bleeding for the lives that were lost in Connecticut a week ago today; my tears for those parents as well.

But Karen sent me the above picture as I wrote this, and I smiled to see my baby sitting with his chapel buddy, participating in a special sing-a-long and prayer service. I know he is happy to be there, and he will have stories to tell me when he gets home - especially what they did in gym.

And maybe, just maybe, today will make us both a little braver.

December 19, 2012

I Don't Know How She Can Resist


Owen adds a little extra flair to MacKenzie's Christmas card. What a lucky girl!

December 17, 2012

The Struggle

It's late. I don't know if I will be able to sleep tonight. I'm anxious about sending Owen to school tomorrow. I know I must, I recognize that I cannot let fear and darkness rule, but oh, it's hard. And as I've done since Friday, I struggle to find words; I struggle to make sense of the horror that has once again bloomed in our country.

I would like a world without guns. I think I'd like it very much. I can imagine no drive-by shootings; no bystanders caught in the cross hairs, no accidental death by bullet. And, of course, no tragic, senseless massacres like the one that took so many innocent lives and forever scarred a town - and us all - last Friday. 

As a parent, I am devastated for those families who took their children to school on a cold, clear morning, only to return in sheer terror a short time later to learn they would never again hug tight their babes. I cannot begin to imagine how one goes on after such a loss. I don't think I could. 

And, perhaps unreasonably, I am also furious. Because when do we say enough? When do we DO SOMETHING?

Let's start by being honest. Despite the political rantings and facebook grandstanding, this is not truly a question of gun control. Like the vast majority of things our government has attempted to make illegal over the years - alcohol, abortion, drugs - the fact that a law exists in no way means that the action will not. Someone wants a gun, they will get a gun; regardless if it's a stolen piece bought in a back alley or a registered assault weapon taken from their mother's drawer. Nor, as some would like to suggest, does turning our citizens into walking agents of death with concealed weapons, or populating our school campuses (or churches, or movie theaters, or malls) with officers loaded down with ammo make for a better, safer world.

I think the real question is how we as a society have failed. Make no mistake - we have failed. We have failed every person who's life has been stolen, and we have failed their families even as we paste pretty pictures of candles burning on our status updates and observe a moment of silence before a football game.

Facts:

  • The 140 casualties (injuries and deaths) from mass shootings in 2012 has been nearly twice that of any other year. 
  • There have been 70 mass shootings in the United States between 1982 and 2012, leaving 544 people dead. 
  • Seven of those 70 shootings occurred this year. 
  • Sixty-eight of those 543 victims were killed this year. 
  • Fully 45% of the victims of mass shootings in America over the past three decades were killed since 2007. 

That is a crisis. I have no answers. But I have thoughts.

When I was young, we were allowed to watch a few hours of TV a week. With only three channels our viewing choices were limited, and our parents further narrowed the options. We watched Omaha's "Wild Kingdom" and Disney's Family Night back when the offering was "Escape from Witch Mountain", not a drama with a pregnant teen. Our video games, when they finally arrived, were Atari Pong and Breakout - just blimps and balls carousing about the screen. No weapons, blood, or death. We weren't allowed to go to "R'" rated movies. Ever. My friends and schoolmates were raised, for the most part, with the same restrictions. 

Back in my formative years there weren't 24 hour news channels, or the Internet. I wouldn't have been allowed to watch anyway - it was for grown-ups. The worst image I remember seeing on TV was one of flag-draped coffins returning home from Vietnam. That single brief clip impacts me still.

As a society maybe it's time to seriously ask: does the violence, sex, evil, crime and revenge depicted on TV and in movies and in video games today contribute to the rise in mass shootings? How do children today  process the never-ending stream of death and destruction featured round the clock on cable channels and on the Internet? Can we really even begin to understand how seeing these images must impact their world view; their sense of security; their feelings of self? Are we forcing them to "turn off" their humanity in order to merely survive the onslaught?

Is the media guilty of making "celebrities" of those who wield guns, of creating copy cats and wanna-be's by constantly reporting the names and faces of those who commit the murders? I admit that I have purposely not watched the TV coverage of Sandy Hook. But still I've been bombarded by images - of terrified children fleeing the school, of wild-eyed parents searching the parking lot; of the killer himself.

Perhaps it's time to say enough. No one needs to see those images - I cannot fathom one single good thing that comes from it. In fact I believe it's a particularly cruel act to plaster these faces of pain and loss across our media outlets. And I think it's time we ask ourselves why we allow it to continue.

Many of my friends and family believe that the increase in mass shootings is linked directly to the fact that we have turned away from God. Taken Him out of our schools; passed laws interpreted to be against His teachings; disobeyed His commandments in our daily lives. We send Owen to a Christian school, and I appreciate the morals and values he is taught there alongside language arts and math. I am a Christian; I try to live by the mores of my faith (but freely admit I often come up short).

I believe the world would be better if we all focused on the very basic tenants of Christianity (and many of the world's religions): Don't lie, cheat or steal. Treat others as you wish to be treated. Be humble. Serve others. Value people over material possessions. Do not kill. Pretty simple when you put it that way, isn't it?

I know religion is a lightening rod topic. I know people have many different beliefs, and I don't believe in forcing my personal beliefs on anyone. But can't we all agree it's time to refocus on those basic truths and raise our children accordingly?

And yes, I think there are a plethora of other issues which taken together degrade the fabric of our country. I believe the disintegration of the nuclear family and the demographic change in distribution of extended families weakens us as a society. I think the culture of "more, more, more" pushed by advertisers leaves people ultimately empty. And position, title and salary as a measure of success bankrupts us.

So I think we need to examine many things, and I think perhaps the biggest is this: how we diagnose, treat, and care for those among us who suffer from mental illness.

I have little doubt that when the pieces are finally put together, the shooter in Connecticut, as with many other massacres, will be found to have been suffering, perhaps for many years, from some form of mental illness or disability. Perhaps his mother knew and had tried her best to get him help. Maybe help was denied, or maybe the "help" didn't, in fact, help. Perhaps she was blind to any signs because this was her son and she loved him unconditionally as mothers do, or perhaps she didn't recognize the signs because she didn't know them. Maybe, just maybe, he was beyond help.

It's a fact that our medical community  currently does not have answers to certain illnesses - no magic pill or treatment to pull a patient away from the brink. We no longer lock people away in asylums. We try to treat them - maybe - and we set them loose to fend for themselves. And if we don't fix that, if we do not make funding research and treatment of mental illnesses a focus in this country, I don't think we will ever see the end of mass shootings.

So as we all struggle to heal, as we continue (please continue) to remember the victims of the massacre in Connecticut and all those who have been affected, let's try to do these things:

Let's try to talk about gun control in a reasonable, non-partisan light, with an objective to preserve rights as long as the safety of the public can be equally protected. Let's reexamine the role TV, movies, and video games play in our lives. Let's hold the media responsible for accurately conveying news we need to know without creating a frenzy or further damaging people's lives. Please, let's all work together to raise our children with a sense of responsibility, compassion, and a belief in a higher power - whether your family believes that higher power to be a Christian God, an over soul, or even just a moral obligation to be a good steward of this earth and her people. And let's focus on education about mental illness - let's talk about it and teach parents and teachers and students how to recognize when someone they know may need help. Let's work to support the facilities and medical professionals who can help.

Tonight, every night, I'm praying for peace.

December 5, 2012

Oh Mickey You're So Fine!

"Cats are like potato chips ... you can't have just one!"

Owen, I have a surprise for you!

It's under the bed!

Chilling - but not quite ready to come out

Meet our newest baby!

Meet "Mickey", renamed by Owen to "Bentley"! I brought him home from the Carroll County SPCA today (surprise Bob!).

He's about 3 years old, a bit of a roly-poly, and was shy but sweet at the shelter. Isn't he beautiful?! He's in his own private room now - nice upgrade from the cage he's been in since Oct. 28 - so that he has a chance to get comfortable in his new house and Beamer has a chance to be slowly introduced to him. It might take a few days but I have no doubt he will soon be lapping up lots of love.

December 4, 2012

I Might Be A Horrible Mother



A recent post in a Facebook Kazakhstan adoptive parents group went something like this:

"Any suggestions on getting a 4.5 year old who has sucked her thumb since the baby house to stop?"

"Mavala Stop. Worked in one day."
"I tried bribing and the yucky stuff"
"Put socks on his hands at bedtime. When that stopped working I sewed the ends of his PJ arms shut."
"My daughter has a metal "habit-breaking" appliance in her mouth"

And then there's my response:

 "My son still sucks him thumb when he is tired; he's 6. I guess I'll pay for it later, but as he's been doing it since we met him and I know it's a soothing ritual for him, I'm not worried about trying to make him stop. I figure he will when he's ready."

Yes, I know thumb sucking can be ruinous for teeth, bite and palette (there are plenty of reminders of that in the thread). We have spoken to Owen about it; I tell him what it might do to his mouth, that he might need lots of dental work in the future, that it might be a good idea to think about quitting. He understands and says he will "cut back" (and indeed he has in the last few months).

It's no big mystery as to why kids suck their thumbs (or a pacifier or their fingers). It's soothing, relaxing, comforting. It helps them sleep, it helps them feel safe. Nor is it a great surprise that when laying in a crib night after night, alone in the dark, without anyone or thing to soothe and cuddle, that Owen - like so many children in orphanages - developed the habit of sucking his thumb.

Of course he is reticent to give that up, and because I do understand a bit about early childhood development (and am forever slightly haunted by Harlow's baby monkeys) I am firmly against what I consider harsh methods of breaking that habit. I'm not going to coat his thumb in liquid whose first ingredient is a flammable chemical that causes throat, nose, mouth, eye and lung irritation and is used as an additive in cigarettes. I'm not going to trap his hands inside his clothing.

Perhaps I am overly sensitive to the circumstances of Owen's first six months. Perhaps I am too emotional, too soft. Or perhaps I am a horrible, lax mother who is dooming her child to years of orthodontia.

But this is what I know as a mama - I will not force my child to give up something which gives him comfort and is not a threat to his life or the safety of others. I will always do everything I can to make my sweet boy feel loved, safe, secure and happy all the days of his life; and for today, that will include the freedom to suck his thumb at will.