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A Public Letter to My Daughter as She Turns 20

Dear Beth:

I told you earlier this week that I had changed my mind about letting you turn 20 today and that I planned to write a blog post about it.  I wanted you (and the world) to know why I would let you do that.

Before that happens, though, I think we should reflect upon why I had thought you turning 20 would be a bad idea.

  1. The first time I saw you, I knew you would do this to me some day.  By “this,” I mean that you would grow out of needing me in the same way that you did then. As each year passed, our relationship changed. That scared me because I had no experience with raising a child before you came along.
  2. I liked you the way you were at each stage.  I want to freeze all of those ages in time and be able to go back and hug that little person at that stage. I also would not mind doing a few things differently now that I know what I know now.
  3. Being a mom for the past twenty years has been the best thing I have done.  If you are an adult, that changes my responsibilities.  I am not sure that I want to learn new things. I am just getting the old ones down.

Earlier this week, I decided I could let you turn 20. In fact, I felt compelled to let you turn 20.

The world is a scary place right now. There is so much wrong in it.  As your parent, it is kind of scary to consider what you will face in your adult life.  However, the world does not get better without having better people in it.

I am going to let you turn 20 because I think the world needs more adults like you.  Keeping you from being an adult also keeps you from being the adult that the world needs.  I need you to be an agent of change because you – and others like you – are the best part of our future.

You are smart, witty, and compassionate.  You see the best in people even when they have given you many reasons not to do so.  You approach learning with a hunger that cannot be satisfied, and you just keep wanting more.  You are a super hard worker, know how to work with people, and are just awesome.

The world needs you, Beth, and keeping you from it would simply be rude and unkind.  There is a limited supply of awesomeness out there, and you have a big quantity of it.  Sharing you – adult you -would help all of us.

The world is a good place because you are in it.

So – Happy Birthday!

Love you,



…and my eyes are not even leaking as I write this.



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Still Stepping Those Big Steps

As I sit and write this, there is a lot I should be doing. Laundry, dishes, paying bills – tasks that need to be completed before the clock strikes the time to leave on another trip to Texas to see my two freshman Bears (sic’em!).

I have lost track of the times I have been to Baylor this year.

If I sat and thought hard enough, I would remember the whirlwind drives that have become very familiar.

If the same car took all of the trips, it would know its way without my direction.

Lots to be done. But nothing seems as pressing as this writing.

Two years ago around this time of year, I wrote a blog post titled, “The First College Tour,” a misnomer as I had not been on the first college tour. In that post, I shared about how hard this whole “growing up as a parent” seemed.  Watching the little people that I had – at times – hoped would grow up faster than they were so that they could tie their own shoes or use the bathroom without needing constant supervision as they became adults-in-training seemed so hard.

And it still is!

This continuum. This big deal.  This turning of the light switch from “my kids” to “my adults in training.”


And wonderful….

They have navigated a lot. They have had to do so – they chose to attend school thousands of miles away from home.

I can’t believe that you let them go so far away…

Famous words spoken by so many including me.

What was I supposed to do? Lock them up?

I have always said that I wanted them to fly, and they did.  And they are.  And sometimes the road is really bumpy.  And sometimes, even though it is far away, I have to go to see them.

They just left two weeks ago.

Yep. They did. They left.  Again. So much leaving.

  • The beginning of the school year
  • At the end of my surprise trip in October
  • After a wedding
  • At the end of Thanksgiving break
  • At the end of Christmas break
  • At the end of spring break (just two weeks ago)

I think I could make it until the middle of May now, but I am not going to have to do so.  I get in the car this afternoon, and 48 hours from now I see them.

Next year could be different. Maybe I can go to Texas fewer times.

I doubt it.

And it doesn’t matter.

What matters is that I can say, “See you later!” and mean it because I will see them later.

There will be summer, another break, another trip.

It all seems so final on graduation day, on moving day, and every time we say, “Goodbye.”

But it’s not final.

It’s just not.

It really is, “See you soon!”

All of this is just training for the future.

Some day, they will not have stuff stored at my house.  As I typed that, I realized that I still have stuff stored at my house in Grand Forks.   I should probably get that….tangent….

The point is that some day things will look much more permanently changed than they are now.  I have watched others go through this as they have prayed their children through college, marriages, divorces, job changes, and moves.

The changes that come because children grow is hard….for their parents….

I have cheered and teared through every moment of these big steps this year.

And I know for a fact that I will do the same for many years to come.  Every day that they fly, I learn a new way of doing life.

This change seems so sudden, but we have been preparing for it for years.  The first time I put them on the church van to go to summer camp 200 miles away from me was training for today.  The first time they went to the mall with their friends – and no parent along! – was training for today.  The first time they took the car for a drive without a parent in the car was training for today.

While it appears that we – the parents – are training them in each of these instances, there is a very real truth that those circumstances trained us as well.

Plenty of books on parenting exist. None do justice to the way that it really feels when kids leave home.

This is not some cheesy sentimental post.  Really – it’s not.

I want to be serious about the fact that we have to let them fly, to let them go the direction that God takes them, and to let them learn the lessons that we all learned through success and failure.

So…mom, it’s ok to feel like you are still taking big steps…they are big steps…just keep taking them…


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#blizzardof2015 is Proof that Snow is a Junior High Girl

I grew up in North Dakota and have spent most of my life in the “winter world” of the United States.

I know SNOW. I know winter storms. I know storm watches, warnings, and waitings.

For me, snow is like that junior high/middle friend that is both exciting and annoying. 

Some people love her, want to play with her, and cannot wait for her to show up. For these people, snow is the life of the party – maybe even the reason for the party. These people will actually travel hundreds of miles in search of the better her so that they can have even more fun in her.  They buy expensive SUVs to hang out with her, and they have great toys to play with her.

Others cannot stand her, hope she never shows up, and wonder why she doesn’t just go away.  Any sign of her coming sends these people running, hiding, and stocking up in hopes that she leaves – or better – just does not show up at all. These people will also travel hundreds of miles – to get away from her – and they leave for several months waiting out her departure.

I have a love/hate relationship with snow.

I love all the fun she brings – skiing, snowmobiling, and ice skating; however, I’m not so thrilled about travel bans and shoveling sidewalks.

Four years ago, Minneapolis had an unusual amount of snow over the winter.  Before the first week in December, we could see the writing on the wall, and it was time for this girl to take action.  The huz and I headed out to the outlet malls west of Minneapolis, and I bought my first pair of truly awesome boots as well as a coat that says, “I know snow on a very personal level.”


A month later, the huz and I took a very needed vacation to the Duluth, MN, area, and my then-recent purchases allowed me to enjoy snow like I had never done so before.  That winter, and the winters that have followed, have been less painful because I had done some growing up, had given snow the respect she deserved, and could enjoy the fun of snow because of a great pair of boots and a winter coat.

Being prepared really makes a difference.

Today’s news shows that snow is having a temper tantrum in the Northeast. Although the reports also show that she decided to leave some states out of her blasts of mean (hurricane strength wind, thundersnow, and big dump of lots), many people are preparing to battle #blizzardof2015 as I write this post.

I read a tweet (from @ChrisCuomo) this morning as I prepared for this post: #blizzardof2015 is all about extremes. 6-8 inches in NYC but 18 on LongIsland and full day of snow and wind ahead for millions in New England.

Snow is that crazy friend – she is extreme, and people respond to her extremely.

Some are thrilled that snow has come their way while most are holed up and waiting for someone else to deal with the mess she leaves behind.

In the case of #blizzardof2015, I would rather be on the slopes than in the city.

It seems like it is all about perspective.  I think we can all agree that snow has her good days and her bad days.  Most of the time it has less to do with her than it does with us. When snow gets in the way of basic functions (will that nursing home get the supplies it needs or will the woman in labor get to the hospital?), she is a real pain.

And this is why snow is that junior high friend of ours.

When she is fun, wow – is she ever fun!

But – ruin our day with her extremes…well, then we have to run home and hide from her until she decides to play a bit more nicely with all of us.


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Chick-Fil-A Upgrades a Birthday

bethblogThe sweet child of mine who was just a wee lassie moments ago is now a beautiful young woman in university and celebrated her 19th birthday on Saturday.

This seems absolutely impossible.  Let this be a warning to moms of little ones: it really does go faster than you can imagine.  It really is a good think to keep in mind at 1 a.m. when they are up for the third time, and you can’t see straight any more.

Because she was far away for her big day, I wanted to do something special.

Of course, I sent an awesome gift, texted as soon as I awoke (well after 8 a.m.), posted on Facebook, and made the singing phone call later in the day.

But everyone does those things.

When she was home for winter break, the girl had confided in me that chicken in the dining hall would taste better with Chick-fil-A‘s uniquely awesome buffalo sauce and that packets would be the best way for this to happen because they would be easier to transport than a large bottle.

I remembered this on Tuesday morning and did a search on Amazon and Google.

No luck.

I decided to use social media to get some info and tweeted to @chickfila, “Can I purchase yourbuffalo sauce packets somewhere? My daughter loves them and wants to take them to her campus dining all.”

Someone tweeted back!

The tweeter suggested that I call a local Chick-fil-A to discuss my request.

Google searched, phone number retrieved, and store called.

Me: Hi! Could I speak to a manager about purchasing some of your buffalo sauce packets? My daughter would love to be able to have the sauce in her dining hall on a regular basis. It’s her birthday on Saturday, and I thought it would make a nice gift.

Sweet Chick-fil-A employee: Please hold.  Wait – what?

I patiently repeated myself because it is an odd request.

Sweet Chick-fil-A employee: Hang on. Let me talk to someone.


Sweet Chick-fil-A employee: Hello? So…how many packets were you thinking?

Me: I’m not sure…I guess 50 to 100…it’s a silly gift, but I thought it would be fun.

Sweet Chick-fil-A employee: Not a problem. We can’t sell them to you, but we would love to give your daughter this cool gift for her birthday.  Give me her name, and I will make a bag for her.

Wow.  Wow. Wow.  I was so thrilled.  I am used to hearing, “I’m sorry; we can’t do that.”  Instead, I was told, “We can’t do what you are asking, but we can do something even better!”

I told the girl she had to go to the Chick-fil-A near campus before Saturday as there was a surprise waiting for her.

chickThe Chick-fil-A staff had put together a birthday bag with packets, a t-shirt, and some “free food” coupons along with a card wishing the girl a happy birthday.

Good stories deserve to be shared and celebrated…just like my birthday girl!

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Reflections on 2014

As I look back on 2014, I realize that God is always up to something.

A year ago today, my family was in Austria. As a send off to the kids during their graduation year, we had booked a crazy Christmas and New Year’s trip to Rome, Venice, Munich, and Vienna. The locations were chosen based on what we each wanted to experience if we were only able to go to Europe once.  Let me just say that every location was a great choice, and we had great seats for most of it.

As others are thinking about changes and resolutions, I have no time for that. I have had my share of changes for a while and look forward to some stability in 2015.  So – as I think back on 2014 and look into 2015, I thought I would share the top things that I learned this year.  I hope that they resonate with you and encourage you in some way.

One: Transition is a good teacher. Although I have experienced a lot of transition in my life, I have not experienced so many transitions all at once like I did in 2014.  I had three different jobs, lived in two different houses, watched my kids graduate from high school and then leave for college, and experienced a huge shift in the huz’s ministry.  When I thought that my brain might explode from keeping all of the details together in August, I took deep breaths, thanked God for His sustaining grace, and woke up each day ready to conquer it.  I learned so much about myself, my parenting, and my marriage.

Two: I love my family.  The four of us book-ended 2014 with time together as just the four of us. This was slightly intentional but also just happened. It’s hard to spend time with others when you fly off to Europe!  Although we love our extended families on both sides, we also love time as just the four of us.  We like the same games, the same television shows, and the same food. We finish each other’s sentences, laugh at ourselves (and each other), and work hard as a unit when necessary.  I am very aware that these times may be fewer in the coming years, so I am holding on to 2014 with a firm grip.

Three: Empty-nesting does not ruin your life. Several friends who have gone through this stage in front of me told me that I would be just fine, and I believed them…but I still doubted and mourned as well.  Once I returned from my trip to see the kids in October, I knew they were really fine at Baylor University. And shortly after that, I realized that I was not only surviving but thriving.  While I looked forward to their return for break with great anticipation, I am not crying as I realize that they leave again in just over a week.  They have their lives to live; we have our lives to live.  When all of the lives intersect, we are super happy.  But I refuse to stop living during the times in between.

Four: God is good. I could re-count some of the thoughts that I have shared over the past few months on the blog, but I won’t.  To summarize: God is good all the time.  He turns my mourning into dancing. He leads me beside still waters.  And He restores my soul.  Without God’s action in my life and the hope that comes with knowing He desires for me to live abundantly, I would not know where to begin.  In the dark times of doubt and chaos, I know He is there.  And He brings me clear reassurance to show me that I am in His will right now.  That is amazing.

I have no idea what 2015 will bring. I have some guesses; however, based on 2014 and its life-changing events, I think I might be willing to say that I cannot control 2015 with any certainty.  The one thing that I do know is that I cannot go wrong if I look to God as my guide for what to do and how to do it.

As we ring in 2015, let us all remember to be still for a moment and acknowledge God’s goodness to us – whether in the small things or in the big things.


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We Will Be Ok

My phone dings to notify me that I have received a text. Fortunately, I am sitting in my new office – aka a breakfast nook – in my new house in our new town where we have lived for less than a month because the huz took a new job.  I look quickly at the phone and see that the text is from one of my kids, and my heart skips a beat.

Is it good news? Is it bad news?

Are they doing well? Do they need something?

It is completely unfair that my children are no longer children. They are now adults, and they are in a far away place doing great things. At the beginning of the summer, they graduated.  At the end of the summer, they started…something new, something wonderful, and something that does not require me.

It is unfair, but it is ok.

I have spent the past eighteen years caring about where my children slept, what they ate, if they ate, if they slept…basically what their every move has been.  And now I am supposed to change how I do life while they change how they do life.  As their life starts, my life…changes.

It is ok, though.

It might appear that this change from child to adult happened in one summer.  And I would like to say that they are finished in their development and are ready to rule the world.  But neither of those statements are true.  While they may not be entirely ready to rule the world, they are certainly ready to take the first steps.  More importantly, though, is the fact that they did not become ready in three months.  In fact, they started to learn how to be the people they are a long, long time ago.

The huz and I were young when the kids were born…not much older than they are now.  By the way, that fact scares the crap out of me!  We wanted nothing more than to be good parents.  We read books and hated most of them.  We talked to people we respected who had great kids, and we tried to learn from them. We wanted our kids to know more than anything that we loved them, that we had high expectations, that they were important to us, and that the belong to God.

We put in hours doing all of the things that parents do. We helped with homework until the homework (especially the math!) got too hard for us. We drove to swim practice, cross country meets, and those early morning speech meets (I even became a judge). We attended choir concerts, musicals and plays, and awards’ banquets.  We went to church as a family on Sunday mornings and played board games as a family on Sunday afternoons.

And now – they are far away….and it is ok.

Last weekend, the huz and I attended a family camp at Village Creek Bible Camp for the first time as a couple rather than as a family. The directors’ daughter and another family’s daughter were also missing as they were freshmen off to college for the first time as well.  We commiserated some and talked about how this is the right thing for them all to be doing.

It is not just ok…it is a good thing.

Each of these new students is getting ready to do great things.  They are pre-med and pre-law and pre-greatness. They are the future leaders in our country, in our communities, in our families, and in our churches. They need to hit walls, learn from life experiences, and make decisions for themselves.  When they go to the wrong classroom on the first day of class, pay a bill a few days late, or miss lunch, they are learning how to handle stress, complications, and consequences. These life lessons need to happen in order for them to learn how to do adult things.

Although they think they are adults, they are actually adults in training. We, as their parents, have not given them as much freedom to experience life as we think we have. Once they are away from home (far away, in my children’s cases), there is no way for them to miss life experiences.  Life will find them and will teach them…and we – their parents – are not there to keep it from happening, to make it go away, or to stand in the lesson’s way.

It is a good thing.

There seems to be a natural order of things, and this is definitely a step in that natural order.  While I love my children and would love for them to live in my house for the rest of my life, I love my children and want them to do what they are meant to do.  And what they are meant to do has nothing to do with living in my house forever.  This moment in time, as hard as it is for me – and possibly for them – is a step toward their future.

The best thing I can do is to let go and to let them go…and do whatever they are meant to do.

I have asserted many times over that I do not ever want to stand in the way of whatever great things my kids are meant to do. I now understand the struggle that my parents may have had when the huz and I moved to Massachusetts and then Scotland in pursuit of what we were meant to do.  They let us go, though, and did not stand in our way.  Not that they could have stopped us…but they certainly could have made it difficult.  Instead, they were ok…and they gave us the tools to help us stay connected to them.

When we say – “It is ok.” – we mean we will be ok.

So – for all of us who are doing this for the first time, I declare: we will be ok.  We can stand squarely in the knowledge that parenting will never be over, but how we do it will change.  We will be ok because they will fly higher as we hold them loosely. And we will stand behind them and cheer them on to their greatness.  We will be more than ok – we will be thrilled to watch them grow into great people.

ps: If you see me weeping a bit now and then, it is because I am just not used to this change yet.  They will be tears of joy some day…maybe they are now…


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Good Dads are the Dads We Need

I started this blog post earlier this week in my head. That is how most of my blog posts begin as I think a lot in my head as I drive, as I shop at the grocery store, or as I stare out the window behind my cube on a mind break from my work.

The problem with starting posts in your head is that sometimes the really good post has a hard time getting from brain to fingers.

I have now been staring my screen for several minutes. Every now and then my brain instructs my fingers to type out some content, but then I erase the words because they do not sound like the ones in my head earlier this week.

I wanted to write a post that could identify good fathering.

The post in my head was very eloquent. It identified three key factors to good fathering that I could share with readers. The formula to good fathering would have been yours…free from me here on the internet. If you – fathers at large –  followed these three concepts, you would be a good father, and your children would be amazing.

Good idea, right?

On Friday, the post in my head pushed me to pursue some research from a quality source – my Facebook friends.  I wanted to be able to use examples from others in order to illustrate my three points.  I used my Facebook status to ask three questions of my Facebook friends (I forgot to turn the privacy setting to public as I sometimes do for these quality research moments):

  1. What did you most appreciate about your dad as you were growing up?
  2. What do you now, looking back as an adult, most appreciate about your dad
  3. What do you – as an adult if you are on – presently appreciate about your dad?

Most researchers would not be super happy with the sample of three responses that I received, but I was thrilled. I had hoped for quality answers more than quantity, and quality is what I received.  But there was one problem – the answers did not line up with my three identified qualities (which, by the way, I no longer can remember…that is probably a good thing…read on…!!!).

The answers I received completely changed my blog post.

I no longer had a grand formula of good fathering but rather a single concept that is much more true and accurate than any formula I could devise. Dads and moms are really different animals. What we need from our mothers differs greatly from what we need from our fathers. And my Facebook research reminded me of something that I have known for a long time.

Good dads are the dads we need.

Perhaps this sound trite, convoluted, or even confusing, but it is true. There is no formula to good fathering because few children are alike. Oh, they may have similar characteristics that we can put into boxes: strong-willed, compliant, soft-spoken, academic, athletic, etc. However, each child is unique and requires unique parenting. Therefore, the good dad is the dad who sees his child as unique and who becomes the best dad for that child.

The responses to my Facebook research revealed this to me as young women said the same thing in different ways in response to what they appreciate about their dads:

  1. “He was always proud of me.
  2. “His strong support of me and of what God has called me to do.”
  3. “[He] had two young girls and took the time to understand us and to accept us as we were.”

Good dads are the dads we need. They see us as we are, the help us become better, and they love us even though we (their children) are often unlovely. They approach each child differently and remind their children that fair does not mean that they treat their children the same way but rather treat them the way they need to be treated. Good dads are not perfect – they cannot be because they are not perfect.  But good dads try to be good dads, they strive to be good dads, and they are intentional about being so.

And let’s face it: we need good dads.

We know a good dad when we see one, and we need to celebrate and encourage him to keep being one of the good ones. I could diverge here about our country’s need for good dads, but I do not want to spend time talking about negative things on a positive day…but we know we need good dads.

So – to all of you good dads out there (though most good dads will not even be on the internet today), have a great day!

To all of you who are reading this, get off the internet and go celebrate a good dad in your life – your own dad, your husband, a friend, or even a stranger.  Make today, and even this week, a time to identify a good dad and tell him that he is a good one, why he is, and why you appreciate him.

Good dads need to be celebrated, so go celebrate them!

ps: I think I wrote a better post about this day in the past. My brain is just not working today. I almost gave up completely, so thanks for reading this far. If you want to read that better post, here you go: A Few Good Men – Father’s Day 2012.


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Graduation Day: Nobody Warned Me

Today is my children’s graduation day. Yes – both of my wee babes will wear caps and gowns and will graduate tonight. The how and why of how two kids born a year apart now graduate on the same day can be subject of another post or a private conversation for those who want to know. The bottom line is that they…both…graduate…tonight…

At the beginning of the year, they took a photo a day to document "my senior year" with them. Beth got sick mid-year, and the project sort of ended abruptly when she stopped going to school on  regular basis.

At the beginning of the year, they took a photo a day to document “my senior year” with them. Beth got sick mid-year, and the project sort of ended abruptly when she stopped going to school on regular basis.

My heart is full for them. Tonight, they will speak as the welcome speakers – together – at the ceremony. This summer, they will engage in jobs and internships that will prepare them in ways yet to be known. In the fall, they will both attend Baylor University – far from home, far from me, but full of opportunity. Their paths are in front of them, guided by God as they ask Him to guide. And I could not be happier about who they are today.

But my heart is breaking for me.

Some parents do not seem to have the same problems that I am having, but there are many of us who are. This is our first go around with this crazy graduation thing, and we are lost. We like our kids, and we have raised them to be people with whom we would like to spend more time than with some adults we know. We are thrilled for them – and even at times can’t wait for them to be out of the house because of the inevitable power struggles that happen at this time – but we really just want to swaddle them up in those receiving blankets from the hospital and place them back in the bassinets next to our beds.

And I am upset that nobody warned me of this whole crazy thing when I was in health class learning where babies come from.

I wrote that exact sentiment earlier this year to a friend as I shared with her that the boy now has a girlfriend and that I was getting to know his girlfriend’s mom. While I like the boy’s girlfriend and think that being friends with her mom is brilliant (in fact, I asked  her to be my chaperone buddy tonight at the all night party after graduation, and she said, “yes!”), I had no idea that it would happen some day. And I think that, more than the biology of how to make the babies happen, someone should warn you that some day you will find yourself in this state of jumbled feelings that makes it harder to think clearly about important things…like what to have for supper and what kind of ice cream is your favorite.

I don’t know! Can’t you see that my kids are graduating tonight? Please…don’t ask me any hard questions!

In the end, I doubt that anyone’s warnings would have mattered, and what good would they have done really?

Preparing oneself for a future grief rarely works. In fact, grief by its very nature is not predictable. We cannot prepare ourselves entirely for hard times in the future because experience seems to be different for each of us. How you handle your kids graduating may be very different from the I handle my kids graduating, and that is just fine.

So, fellow parents, let us go into this graduation season with some reminders to help us get through it.

  1. We are all in this together. I mean this! We may not have relied on each other up to this point, but we should rely on each other now. Sharing our grief lightens the load…and sharing with others who experience the same process may help us out.
  2. It is alright to cry. If you cry at the ceremony, do not hide it…whether they are tears of joy or tears of grief, they need to be shed (ask the biology kids about how tear shedding is important for your health!).
  3. We must not compare our worlds to each others’ worlds. Our houses do not have to be perfect. Your graduation party food does not have to be better than your neighbor’s food. My hair does not have to be perfect. Comparing ourselves to others robs us of our present joy.
  4. We must live in the moment. I need to get someone else to take pictures at graduation so that I can just live in the moment of the ceremony. Rather than recording the great times, I want to live in them.
  5. We have done our best; now it is their turn to live their own lives. At our house, we have a saying, “God loves you, and Stacy has a PLAN for your life.” While this stems from the fact that I like to help others discover their passions and jobs that go with those passions, it might be true that I like to meddle in my kids’ lives. I need to step back, be available when they want help, and let them lead.

This is a standing stone in our lives as parents. As many of us are going through picture albums in preparation for parties or to create books, we are seeing other standing stones in our lives. This one may be bigger than some in the past, but it is certainly not the last. We are not giving up our parent hat, but that hat is changing. We have had to be flexible as our kids have grown, and that need will continue as they grow into young adults and beyond.

Parenting is never over, but this particular chapter in our lives as parents of these particular children is over. As we grieve that ending, let us remember (and remind each other as many who have gone down this path have reminded me this year), that our parenting will change and that there are beautiful times ahead in the coming years.

Happy Graduation to the Class of 2014…and their parents!


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A Few Good Men (again)

Yesterday was Father’s Day, and I missed the chance to blog about it because life was simply too busy!  However, I think last year’s post is worth posting again even if it is a day late (and a dollar short).  So – enjoy it (again, perhaps)!

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Today honors those who have taken on the task of being a dad.  It makes me laugh (as well as cringe) a little to know that Mother’s Day was created as an official holiday 58 years before Father’s Day was.  And I know that today is a difficult day for many whose past or present with the concept of father is a difficult one.  I still stand by my thought, though, about why we should celebrate (see Mother’s Day Musings).

In the simplest sense, there is little greatness in becoming a dad.  I do not mean to be crude at all, but a few minutes of biological intrigue is all that is required to start off the process of being dubbed “father.”  Although many put a great deal of thought into when and if they should become fathers, as many others do not.  To be a “father” in the biological sense requires little responsibility.  I realize that the same could be said for mothers, but there is that nine months of incubation – a bit more commitment.

The animal world has a great deal of diversity on fathering responsibility.
  • The story of Goldilocks does not tell the whole story about Papa Bear.  Most male bears abandon the female shortly after mating and have been known to kill or eat cubs – even his own.
  • Male lions tolerate their offspring but only allow them to eat after the father has had his fill.
  • Few primates father their young past their second year, but titi monkeys carry their young about 90% which gives the young titi monkeys a preference for their fathers.
  • Male Emperor Penguins sit on the eggs, and the females rejoin the family once the eggs have hatched.
  • In one of the oddest fathering moments (and perhaps gross-est from my standpoint), Darwin’s Frog fathers actually host the eggs in their vocal pouch.

We see a variety of “fathering” in the human life as well.  Simply donating half of a child’s DNA does not make one a father in the sense of one to be celebrated. It does, however, create some tie emotionally that tends to pull fathers and their children together regardless of how good or bad the father’s influence tends to be.

I would argue that it is not the biological donation that we celebrate on Father’s Day nor is it biological fathering alone that we celebrate.  No – rather, it is the act of fathering that we celebrate today.  And for those whose acts fall short of celebration, we remember them and honor them (if we have come to this point in our own lives…we all do at some point…) in our own whether by card or text or a simple prayer, for they likely have guilt for the way that they have not fathered.

Acts of fathering are critical to the healthy development of children.  I will not bog down the blog with facts and figures to support something that, in our gut, we call know to be true.  Better fathers tend to raise healthier children who become healthy adults.  And some sense of fathering is necessary in children’s lives.  We gain a sense of how the world works from the standpoint of our fathers.

I happen to adore two men who have shown me what being a great father is.

374255_706071905930_1262669302_nThe first is a man named Rick who entered my life at a time when I needed a father…and, it turned out, my mom loved him and wanted him to be her husband.  We have now hung out – living life together – for over 33 years, and it shows.  Whether we are folding laundry at the Happy Host Inn, shopping at Sam’s Club, or sleeping through the Vikings’ game on TV on a Sunday afternoon, we like being together.  We can almost read each others’ minds, and we obsess about similar things such as the weather, hockey scores, and construction (this one is a stretch for me, but every time I pass a site, I think of him…and this feels like an obsessions – especially during the summer in Minnesota when construction is everywhere!).  He has taught more about life than just about anyone else, and his approval means a lot to me.  He is a great dad entirely by choice without any biological obligation, but he is more loyal and committed than many who have that tie.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad!

249417_659686163330_3611758_nThe second awesome dad in my life is known to most readers by the moniker “the huz.”  To our children, he is dad – or daddy (when the girl is tired).  We did not plan to have children as early as we did; but when our daughter arrived a premie in the eighth month of our marriage, the huz stood at the ready to be a great dad.  Neither of us feel as though we know what we are doing most of the time, but we love our kids and who they are growing up to be.  The huz has a keen fathering sense that allows him to be flexible at the right time and to put his foot down when necessary.  He approaches discipline calmly and logically, and he allows our children to dream up big schemes for their futures.  He leads the way in our house by having high expectations and lots of love for the kiddos.  They enjoy being with him and would say that he is one of their favorite people.

Happy Father’s Day, Huz!

I am happy to know these two men and have them as guiding forces for my life as well as for the lives of my children.  They are foundational, and they are critical.  They are a few good men.  Today is their day, and they are celebrated.


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The First College Tour

Yesterday was a huge day in my life as a mom.

We went on our first college tour as a family.

This week is spring break for my kiddos, and we made the long drive to Waco, TX, to visit family and to tour Baylor University.  The drive was a blast, and our trip has been great.

I need to clarify: both of my children will graduate next year.  Because of the strange way that our family has lived out its life, our kiddos are in the same grade even though they are a year apart by age.  While this has many benefits, I can see how the nest emptying out all in one graduation moment could have its difficulties (for me).

My kids growing up has been great, but it has been hard as well.  And this whole “college thing” just makes it even more real. There is nothing like being on a college tour to help you realize that time is flying by.

Step back for a minute….

The girl had visited Baylor University in August when she flew in to visit family.  I could not believe that she had gone on her first college tour without me.  She went with her aunt.  It was heart-breaking.  I’m a guidance counselor. And I’m her mother!

I gulped hard and was happy for her while at the same time I hurt for me.  She was so proud, as we took the tour yesterday, to tell us how much she already knew.

Letting her do the tour without me was just one of many huge steps to come.

And our tour yesterday was another example of a huge step.  I trailed behind the tour guide, did not ask a ton of questions, and was not “that parent” on the tour.  I am quite sure that the boy was happy about this as he thinks I am “that parent” on just about every occasion possible.

As I rode the tour bus, it dawned on me that there is no turning back.  They are in the midst of deciding the next step in their lives, and – though I can say what I want – the decision really must be theirs.

And this step will determine the course of their lives.

It is a big deal.

And I felt that big deal most of yesterday.  I felt it all…

I realize that this is something that I have to get used to feeling – a loss that isn’t a loss yet, a future on its way, and a whole new stage of parenting.  The way I parent today prepares them for this future, but I have to accept that the new stage is on its way and will change how we interact with each other in the next few years.

Yesterday was just part of the continuum, and it is all going fast.

Too fast.

In my mind, I can still see the cute little people who stood – in their cute little uniforms – in front of our flat’s door in  Edinburgh, Scotland, on their first day of school in 2001.

And yesterday they walked across the Baylor University campus as if they were ready to stay and participate.

What made yesterday so awesome?

  1. The kids had prepared by looking at the website a lot.
  2. The kids had looked at several other university and college websites so that they were able to make comparisons.
  3. We knew people in the area and at the school.
  4. The school gave the kids free t-shirts (you think I’m kidding? I’m not!).
  5. I tried to let them lead rather than to take control of the situation (note: tried).

I will spend the next eighteen months trying to let them lead rather than to take control of the situation….and that started yesterday…

If you have a junior in high school, how are you doing? If you have kiddos who have graduated, what was the most helpful in the college search?  What has been the hardest thing about your kids growing up?


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