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Willow Wish Hosts Annual Food Drive

I have had the honor of serving with Willow Wish since 2016. I am so excited for our annual “Christmas In July” Event! This year we are expanding to help more of our Arizona neighbor’s with a Food, Toy and Clothing Drive. With your help we can make a real difference for the families served by Matthew’s Crossing Food Bank and Helen’s Hope Chest.

We are collecting donations of non-perishable food, gently used clothing, or new toys that can be used for the Helen’s Hope Chest Annual Christmas Party. Please consider adding one extra item to your weekly shopping trip, or use our event as encouragement to clean out the closets of unused clothing.

Most Needed Items:

How You Can Help

We have several ways to support the “Christmas In July” Food, Toy and Clothing Drive. Thank you in advance for anything you can do to help us get the word out and have a successful event!

Share Posts And Images
We have a flier ready to go, and we will be creating images every week to share on social media.  If you have an active social media account and/or a newsletter or email platform that you use, please send us a note to request images you can share with your friends and followers.

Send an email to request images: hello@willowwish.org

RSVP On Facebook
Are you able to bring a donation the day of the event?  Whether you have a personal donation or a collection box from your business, let us know so we can plan for the goody bags we will be giving away the day of the event. 

RSVP HERE

Volunteer At Event
There are two shifts available if you are in town the day of the event and want to lend your hands at the sorting table.  We will have all the community boxes to sort as well as any donations that we receive the day of the event.  

Click HERE if you can volunteer at the event – thank you in advance for the gift of your time!

Help Us Promote Your Business or Community
Do you want to host an Event Collection Box? Let us know on the 2023 Promotion Form.  Host locations will be shared throughout the month of July on social media.

In addition, we will be preparing Gratitude Bags to give away to all the donors that come the day of the event.  We are happy to share your product samples or coupons.  We are also accepting ads and articles for our annual CHERISH publication.  Let us know if we can promote you the day of the event!

Click HERE for our 2023 Promotion Form.

Make A Monetary Donation
We get it – life is busy and we cannot do it all.  If our goal to help more families in Arizona through Matthew’s Crossing Food Bank and Helen’s Hope Chest (support for foster and kinship families) speaks to you and you want to help, you can make a donation through our Christmas in July Fundraiser.  All monies received will be split equally between both nonprofit organizations.  You will receive a receipt for your tax-deductible donation – we thank you for your support!

Click HERE to make a donation through our giving platform.

VIsit A Local Host To Drop Off A Donation
We already have a running list of businesses hosting collection boxes across the valley. You can make a donation during their business hours and/or if you are attending an event in their space. We welcome donations of non-perishable food, gently used clothing, or new toys that can be used for the Helen’s Hope Chest Annual Christmas Party.

About our beneficiaries:

Matthew’s Crossing Food Bank Did you know 1 in 4 children in Arizona will go to bed hungry tonight? Matthew’s Crossing offers three different hunger relief programs to help folks facing food insecurity.

Helen’s Hope Chest Mesa United Way created Helen’s Hope Chest to reduce the financial burden on foster and kinship families while creating a safe, welcoming, and dignified space for the children in their care. Helen’s Hope Chest offers a shop-by-appointment storefront where children in care come to pick out clothing, school supplies, and other basic needs free of cost.

Thank you for helping us make a difference for more Arizona families. We thank you in advance for your generous support.

Reflections: Legacy

This is the second in my “Reflections” series where I am sharing stories from my family. I am a Mexican-American Puerto Rican woman living in Arizona.

I wrote about my Mexican-American grandfather only receiving a second-grade education in my first post about my family’s experience. In that post, I mentioned that I didn’t know how long my Mexican grandmother had gone to school. I asked…it’s taken me a week to process her answer and write about it.

First – just a little more about US history. This is a very basic overview since I want to write a little more about my grandfather’s history before I write about my grandmother, and then circle back around to our place as Latinos in the school system. And really then, the place where all stories seem to end and begin: love.

So…Texas. My perception of Texas is derived from Texans…both my mom’s family and my husband’s family have Texas roots, and by all accounts it is, THE GREAT STATE OF TEXAS. Did you know that there are actually six United States in the continuous states to have been sovereign before they joined the Union? There is something missing from that last list…Do you know of another state was a recognized sovereign country? HERE is the answer.

So, Texas was once the Great Republic of Texas. Do you know where the land grant came from? If you guessed Mexico, you are correct. So, to continue the history of land appropriation…the Spanish took it from the Native Americans, and a group of invested US citizens took it from Mexico, established their own country, fought some battles, and declared themselves to be the ruling party. This is obviously over-simplified…HERE is a good place to go for the actual details. As you click on the sub-topics, more details get added to the timeline…not a surprise that it starts with Anglo perspective and adds in as you click…(sigh). At least they tell more of the story than you ever learned in school.

So my grandfather, who only got a second grade education, was a product of a segregated school system. There wasn’t even a pretense of “separate but equal”. The Mexican communities that were aggregated into the state were deemed inferior and unworthy of education. According to my grandfather, the schoolteacher sent to educate the Mexican children where he lived spent more time in the car with her boyfriend than she did teaching school. The state did not send a teacher back to his school after his completed second grade, so he started working the family business: agriculture.

I am unclear as to whether his younger siblings got an education. Teachers for the Mexican community may have been funded again after my grandfather started working. I will have to ask his remaining living brother who lives in Arizona to see what he remembers.

So back to my grandmother. When I asked her how long she went to school in Mexico, she answered, “Fifth grade”.

When I asked her why she stopped going to school, her answer floored me. Here it is, loosely translated. From now on, I am only asking her questions like this with a voice recorder so I can share her Spanish answer as well as the English translation:

No one told me to go to school. I was born after my mom turned forty. She was embarrassed to be so old and pregnant, and she didn’t love me. When my sister died in childbirth, she ignored me and didn’t bother with me ever again. I can’t remember who took me to school when I started. After fifth grade, I didn’t want to go back and no one made me, so that’s where schooling ended.

Even as I write it out today, seven days later, I am still moved to tears. I had our youngest child at 38. I would never even conceive of being embarrassed – I was so grateful to be pregnant again considering I was told I would never have children.

I cannot imagine how it is to grow as an unloved child. She had told me before that her mother was an absent mother, and that she had other children that she was more involved with, but I had never heard her say so clearly, “Mi mama no me quería”, which actually is deeper than not loved, it means, “not wanted”.

I chalk up her candid retelling to the loss of filter that I see happen when people age. It’s as if the elderly need people to hear their truth, instead of the more sugar-coated and comfortable re-written version they have been presenting to the world.

So I sat with that. I have friends and acquaintances who care for foster children. I have heard their stories and seen some of the trauma their children live with. The trauma of abandonment and being unloved is real. It is complicated, and it is deep. Then I sit with it and feel into it as a thread that weaves into our family. I know it is unfinished story, because I have heard the term spoken by some of my elders, and they have called themselves, “the black sheep”. The one that is outside, different, unseen, unloved.

Like all tapestries, there is more than one thread. So unloved and abandoned is one of them that weaves into the color of our blanket. Another one that has been woven into the fabric is education.

In spite of of their own shortcomings as parents and lovers, both of my grandparents decided early on in their relationship that their efforts were going to be turned to providing food and shelter for their family above all other wants, and ensuring that all of their children completed high school. For their time, it was rare for seven girls to stay in school past the age of 16 instead of getting jobs to help support the family.

Yet they held fast to their goal in spite of the comments from the extended family that the girls were being wasted by continuing to go to school. Of course, no one questioned that the son should finish high school. Of course he should go on and exceed the life of the parents. But the girls – blech. They were expected to be domestics, seamstresses, waitresses, cooks – whatever it was that was available to girls who quit schooling at 16 to help support the family.

My mom and my aunts suffered in school. They were made fun of because they wore home-made clothing. They were ridiculed because their lunch was made with beans and a tortilla instead of white bread (saving commentary on this for a future post on appropriation). The first set of sisters to go through school was teased about their accent because all of them were ESL students even though they had been born and raised in the United States. I need to ask when the older siblings started teaching the younger siblings English, because I don’t remember that all of them started as ESL students.

But they endured. I am so proud of them all for persisting through this otherness. All of them completed high school. And several went on to pursue college and beyond that, advanced degrees in administration and law.

And even though they weren’t perfect parents, and even though both of my grandparents have stories of being wronged by their family and feelings of being unloved, although indications are that the trauma persists… thank God they agreed that they would be a united front in insisting that their children had to be educated. In that education were sowed the seeds of possibility. All of them did more and became more than was typical for their time.

My mom graduated high school in 1967. I would hope that fifty years later, it wouldn’t be a big deal to see brown people in school. I wish that it wasn’t a reason for reaction when people to see us in school. I wish people weren’t still surprised that we could succeed in school.

I heard, and still hear the question, “How long have your people been in the country?” or when people hear me speak Spanish, “Where were you born?” As if my value as a human is going to be determined by the longevity of my ancestry (hmmlonger than yours, most likely invaders nonetheless) or my place of birth (California).

So how do we heal from the years of pitching people against each other as inferior or superior? How do we find a way forward from the hurt we inflict on each other?

I used to think that being colorblind was the goal. Our children have taught me that is wishful thinking. Children see everything, they notice everything, and they call me on my attempts to ignore the obvious. If I tell them, “A person isn’t ___, they’re human,” they are going to state the obvious, “Yes they are ___…they (obviously) look different than me”.

What might we strive for then, if it’s not colorblindness? I go back to an ancient word, “Namaste”. One of the ways it’s translated is: “The divine light in me sees and honors the divine light in you.”

What if we took that to heart? We are all “fearfully and wonderfully made”, to pull from another ancient text. If we believe that all of us are divine, intentioned to be here, then can we have more compassion? Can we wait and look someone in the eye, see them as another person, equally in their right to be in space with us, and then talk to them with a heart of love instead of speaking with fear?

I don’t know. I hope so. Lead with your heart and your light today. I would love to hear about how it goes. Maybe we can be the start of a new legacy: the world that rose from fire and lived with love.

Reflections

Part of my commitment to further the conversation about race relations is to speak on what I know about and inform those who follow my posts about what my family has experienced in the United States. These aren’t comfortable stories to talk about, otherwise those of you that have known me for longer than a year would have already heard them. I share them because I am being called to grow and because I am a teacher. I am also leaning into my desire to be a better storyteller. If something I share moves you or grows you in some way, then I am fulfilling my purpose.

If you are open to learning about the experiences of people who don’t look like you, please read on. If you are not there yet…I invite you to read and listen with your heart, as you are able, and if you feel called to do so. I invite thoughtful questions – i believe in learning from you, too. If you are abusive towards myself or my family, you can rest assured your comments will not be tolerated in this space offered as a learning space. Please go share them on your own blog or platform and start your own conversations rather than trying to hurt me.

So here goes…
On my mom’s side, one thread of our history is woven into the farming narrative. My mother and some of her sisters spent the early years of their lives as migrant workers. When they were little, they rode along in the truck. As they got older, they worked in the fields with their parents and were paid for their work.

Cesar Chavez is important to Arizona history, to our own family, and to the US farmworkers because the organization he co-founded improved the conditions, pay, and treatment of the people who were responsible for harvesting the commercially crops in our country.
United Farm Workers had a mission because the overwhelming majority of migrant farmers were not treated kindly by their employers. Harvesting is not easy work and considered “beneath” the desired position in society. From where I sit wondering why was this even a need that had to be met, my guess is that since the work was not valued as desirable, then the people willing to do it were even less so.

When the aunts who did migrant farming work were in elementary school, some days they started their days in the field, and then they went on to sit through a full day of school. There was no pre-school for them, other than that learning that happened as they worked in the earth. It’s not really a surprise then, that several of them are amazing gardeners and that love for growing has continued into my generation.

This was not the “let’s go work at the neighborhood/community garden and play at being farmers” variety of farming though. The crops I hear about when the stories are told is that my grandparents and aunts picked cotton, onions and potatoes. My grandmother also worked in rose farming. So we are talking labor intensive work, done by children…and I think they started working for pay when they were five years old. I may be wrong…one of them can kindly correct me if I am. And this isn’t “way back when”…they were child laborers only 75-ish years ago.

None of these are easy crops to harvest, and yet they did this because it’s the work that was available to them at that time. My grandfather only finished 2nd grade because the state of Texas did not believe in funding the “Mexican school” in his town. I’m (hopefully!) going to see my grandmother on Friday…I have a second point of learning to do. I don’t know what the highest grade of schooling was that she received in Mexico.

So – how does that feel? Did you know that children were working as laborers on commercial farms in the 1900s? Or did you think child labor ended when unions stood up for industrial workers? Did you know that the whole of the migrant community worked under inhumane conditions into the 1960s? Or did you think that all ended with the end of slavery?

Sadly, farm worker mistreatment continues today. Please take a moment to follow this link and learn more about a current situation between a strawberry farm and the workers happening now (Summer 2020): Laguna Farms dispute.

Europe 2018 Fundraiser

Note from Puma, Night Owl, Charger and Otter:

We are embarking on an exciting adventure as a family in 2018.  All four of us are participating in a tour through Europe that will allow us to expand our horizons as we experience new cultures and languages. In addition to the educational opportunities, we will also be performing with our dance troupe, The Christian Dance Company, as we travel through several countries over the two-week trip in June.

Our Itinerary:

  • Zurich, Switzerland
  • Lucerne, Switzerland – Dance Performance
  • Zermatt, Switzerland
  • Venice, Italy – Dance Performance (on a raked stage!)
  • Salzburg, Austria – Dance Performance
  • Hallstatt, Austria
  • Cesky Krumlov, Czech Republic
  • Prague, Czech Republic – Dance Performance

To help us achieve our fundraising goal, we are reaching out to the our audience and  inviting you to sponsor us on our trip.

  • Puma is now 13 years old. She is the current Dance Masters of American National PAC Solo Winner, placing first in her 2017 age group (9-12 years old).  Night Owl is 10 years old.  He and Ysabella are the current Dance Masters of American National PAC Duo/Trio Winners, placing first in their 2017 age group (9-12 years old).  Charger is 8 years old.  Otter is 6 years old.  All four of us participated in our church talent show and are the winners for our performance of “When The Saints Go Marching In”.  If you would like to see us dancing, please email our mom and she would be happy to send you some private links to view us in action on stage: sweetpeafamilies@gmail.com

Image: JLeigh Photography

LOCALS:

There are three ways you can help us if you feel called to do so:

  • Save us your clear plastic bottles and aluminum cans. We will happily pick them up and trade you some home-baked cookies as a thank you for your collection efforts that we can sort and turn into cash. Text our mom when you are ready for a pick up (Krystyna cell: 602-684-6567).
  • Buy a World’s Finest Chocolate Bar from us – we are selling them on the last Sunday of the month at our church, or at our dance studio on Saturdays. Bars are $1/each and come in 5 flavors: Milk Chocolate, Dark Chocolate, Caramel, Crisp, and Almond. Text our mom for the address and let us know what to save for you (Krystyna cell: 602-684-6567).
  • Make a tax-deductible donation to our studio through The Christian Dance Company, as it is a 501(c)3 non-profit organization. Our dance director will earmark your donation towards our tuition for the Europe trip. Anyone who makes a tax-deductible donation will be listed on our sponsor tee-shirt that we wear as we travel through Europe.  Email our mom and she will send you the mailing address (sweetpeabirths@gmail.com).

OUT-OF-TOWN or BUSINESSES:

  • If we use your products already, we will make sure our audience knows it – we are not asking for free or discounted products. We will call you out on our social media as we travel across Europe rehearsing and traveling in your line of dance wear. We are on Instagram (@sweetpeafamilies), Twitter (@sweetpeafams), Facebook, and our mom will be blogging about our experience when we arrive home (www.sweetpeafamilies.com).
  • Your sponsorship can be made as a tax-deductible donation to “The Christian Dance Company”, a 501(c)3 non-profit organization at our studio. Our dance director will earmark your donation towards our tuition for the Europe trip. Email our mom and she will send you the mailing address (sweetpeabirths@gmail.com).
  • Our sponsors will be listed on our sponsor tee-shirt that we wear while travel through Europe. If you decide to be one of our sponsors, please email your logo, as well as a release form to print your logo, to our mom at: sweetpeabirths@gmail.com

 

Thank you in advance for your consideration.  We are looking forward to experiencing this trip together as a family, and we appreciate your support to make this an adventure to remember.

Getting our sillies out for our photographer, Nancy Hall from Still n Motion Picture Company. We promise not to post too many silly pictures from the road!!

The Short Story

I married an entrepreneur. I knew this going into our marriage. He happened to be in an upcycle when we met – his business was growing, he was moving and shaking, the business grew – it was sold – money was abundant.

There came a period of introspection. Learning. Trying something different. It was good – but it didn’t feed his soul. Sprinkled in there were little comments that we were living outside of our means. It didn’t click until I saw that his stress levels were going up the longer he financed our lifestyle.

A little sub-text in the story was the unbelievable election cycle in 2016. I had this nagging feeling we had to cut everything loose just in case we wanted to be free to go anywhere in the world. I knew it would be hard to walk away from our comfortable home if we had a mortgage on it.

Then one night,  I told him the craziest thing I never imagined saying: Let’s sell it all. Let’s get rid of all the burden so you can create again.

Even though it killed me to say it, and it took me a long time to get there, I said it. I meant it…I know that the creative spirit is bound by temporal things, and I couldn’t stand to see my husband unhappy.  I couldn’t imagine how to invest in a start-up while having to contend with all our bills. We sold our vacation home in the Rim Country, we sold our beautiful home in the metro area, we cut back on all the extras that were a luxury. Thankfully, we were still able to provide all the extra-curricular activities for our beloved Sweet Pea Kids.

As the Master Planner would have it, there was a job offer for a start-up in Boston that came along around that time – selling everything made sense. Then that offer didn’t come through as we had hoped, however we were still in a place of having the flexibility to do whatever we wanted to do for our family. There was serious talk about moving overseas after the election results. I was tying up loose ends, continuing the purge process, and researching different places we might want to travel with the children.

Then a new door opened.

“Whatever” came along about a month after my husband walked away from the Boston opportunity.  After he did a few months of business consulting, we are “all in”. There have been months of travel to a different city. Single-mom status during the week. Quick hellos between the crazy weekend schedule we keep. Slowly finding ways for him to be home more and travel less as the company moves it’s home-base to Phoenix.

We have also learned to appreciate abundance in all things – our good health, our loving family, making joyful memories, the time when all six of us enjoy a meal at the dining room table without having to be anywhere else.

And we are happy. We listened to the still, small voice that was telling us to let go and trust God with all our heart, all our soul, all our mind.  I am glad we listened. I can’t wait to see where we go next.

Here are some quotes that remind us why we embrace the entrepreneur lifestyle. And to borrow a line from baseball, “Don’t get too high, don’t get too low”.

Image credit ~
Penny Chenery Quote: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/514325219922902808/
Secretariat Image: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/343681015286631944/

Wordless Wednesday

Here is some fun from a Phoenix Zoo Trip with our SPB friends – we went to see the Dino In The Desert exhibit; plus the lions were putting on a show of their own!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We love early mornings @phoenixzoo – we got to hear the lions this morning 😍🦁

A post shared by Sweet Pea Families (@sweetpeafamilies) on

 

Thoughtful Thursday: Dance Drama

As we enter a new season of dance, I feel compelled to write a little something about the drama that plays out after every audition season.  And believe me when I tell you that I have had to bite my tongue and sit on my hands…because I do not want to be one of “those” parents. So this is a reminder for me, and hopefully if even one parent who finds themselves getting wrapped up in their children’s activities can get a little peace of mind, then my intention with this post is fulfilled.

I see this every dance season: (mostly) mothers who are comparing notes as they receive their children’s schedules, complaining to the other mothers, asking their children why someone is in a class and they are not, going to the studio directors and asking after their children and their placement.

Number one: Your children have no idea why other dancers are the classes they are in.  Leave them alone.  Dance at it’s most primal element is an expression of emotion (joy when you are a child)…so let them revel in the joy of dancing.

Number two: When you hound the teachers, you become one of “those” moms. Do you really want to be one of “those” moms?

Number three: This is not about you. If you enrolled your children in dance classes to fulfill one of your childhood ambitions, then you are doing both of you a disservice. Children who feel pressured to do something will probably do one of two things: quit when they are ready to claim a little independence; or if they stay in it to keep you happy they may suffer the ill effects of stress: illness, injury, depression. What is this childhood ambition of yours really worth?

 

Here is the thing: if your child went through an audition process to be placed, their instructor saw them.  They see where they are today, and if you have history with the school, then likely, they have seen them the last 2-3 years.

Leave the schedule be. Even mindful teachers sometimes overlook children through the audition process, and when that happens then they will move your child into the correct placement. That is the key: THEY do it.  “They” as in the teacher, and “they” as in the child. You stay on the “cool parents” list, and your child has the joy of accomplishment as their progress is recognized and they on their own merit, get to move up to the next level.  When the child moves up on their own merit, they are not the kid whose mother got them in the class (people talk…both parents and children).  When a child does the work and gets promoted on their ability, the child knows they earned it themselves. Hence, the opportunity for a huge milestone on their journey to build self-esteem.

This is what it all comes down to in my book: either you trust your child’s instructors, or you don’t.  If you trust them, then deep down you can come to the realization that maybe your expectations for your child do not match their abilities “for now”. If you feel like the teachers are not doing their job or are not judging your child fairly, then by all means find another dance school that is a better fit for your family.

Bear in mind that “for now” doesn’t mean forever, it doesn’t mean for always…just for now.  Even though it digs at me sometimes, I have to go back to my mantra: I would rather see my child in the front line of a lower-level class, instead of pushing them up to the next level where they are relegated to the back line and lower self-esteem because they can’t quite keep up just yet.

I am not suggesting that you do not allow your child to goal-set.  Here is an idea if there is a class in which your child would like to participate, or you want them in.  Instead of appealing to the teacher to admit them, ask the teacher what the child needs to work on to be promoted to that next level. Then, if your child wants to, bring them in to the school a few minutes earlier so that they can work on those skills before classes start. I have seen other families hire some of the senior students help coach…that works, too, as long as it’s a child-led desire to do the extra classes to improve.

We have also seen our children flourish when they perform solos or small group numbers.  It allows them to receive more individualized instruction. In addition, a mindful teacher will choreograph a routine that plays to the child’s strengths while also putting in some sequences that challenge them to grow.

So trust the process, mama and papa. If you want your child to love dancing, then take them to class, feed them well, ensure they get plenty of sleep, keep them in shoes that fit, and enjoy watching them grow in the art of dancing. For grow they will, in their skills and their love for dance.

For tips on finding a good school, click HERE.

P.S. This is the cool part…when you leave your kids and their teachers alone, and you just sit on your hands and close your mouth because you trust the teachers and your trust their process…amazing things can happen.  One wish: your child becomes an amazing artist who is poetry in motion.

We had the honor of watching a very cool and collected Puma win not one, not two, but five national first place awards at the Dance Masters of America National Convention. Two for her solo, two for her duo with Night Owl, and one with her small group. She is a child who was “passed over” year after year as other children around her age were advanced. I trusted the process and stayed the course, trusting that her instructors are amazing, caring and capable people, and that they would move her when she was ready. Our beautiful, self-confident child reaped the rewards of HER hard work and dedication because SHE cared and did if from a self-drive to succeed. So very proud of her. For my part, thankful for the wisdom that comes with maturity. Because God knows that it took a lot for me to be still.

 

Fessin’ Up

I want to take a minute to make something very clear because two people have made comments along the same thread in the same week.

My base belief is that those of us who choose to function in society are doing the best we can with what we have.  I try not to judge myself against others because the other thought I remind myself is that no one is perfect. We are all disorganized somewhere, and some are just better at hiding it than others. 

I am writing today as a reminder: When you look at someone, try not to assume that they have it all together or judge yourself for not doing enough…because unless people “fess up” like I am about to do, then they may look like they are, “doing it all”. In reality they are just getting along as best they can like everyone else.

Comment 1: “You had time to make dinner for all your kids?”
Because mama saw me at the dance studio with our little IKEA bento boxes at the studio, which our kiddos take because we hate buying fast food.

Answer: Our nannies cook. I make sandwiches and cut fruits and vegetables. When the nannies pack the boxes, there are meals in them. When I pack the boxes, there is *cold* nutritious food in them.

Comment 2: “How are you doing? Because you give, give, give and I want to make sure you are taking care of you.”
From a friend of the family we see on a weekly basis and who we interact with professionally in our birth classes. He sees what I do on social media and all the events we host/attend.

Answer: I am doing great. You know why? Because my amazing husband works his a** off for our family, and we make the choices that allow us to afford 2 **amazing** nannies that do all the cooking and the laundry, or at least 95% of it. Which frees up my brain and my time to do everything I love to do, which is give to our family by homeschooling, and to our community by teaching classes and promoting or attending events that support pregnancy, birth, breastfeeding, and the family.

AND AND AND all our children are out of diapers AND they are all potty trained. It’s hard to understand just how momentous that is until you see a mom up to her eyeballs in babies and toddlers (that of course she loves very much, just like I loved our children so very much when we were in that stage). “No diapers, no accidents” is such a huge new milestone I am finally embracing; instead of grieving the fact that I will never birth again.

So even though I put on a good front, I have a huge amount of support that makes it all work…pretty well on most days.  If I am tired, I get snappy; if I am sad I cry, just like every other human parent out in the world.  Since we’re doing true confessions here…sometimes it gets worse than that. I had a meltdown in a parking lot last May and I was reminded of my humanity again in February of this year.

Just like many of you, I have days when I am completely overwhelmed, and I have days when I am filled with joy…sometimes in the same day. What is amazing is that as our children grow, they are helping more and that makes it all worth it. They are starting to take ownership for their part in making our family run smoothly, and they are funny and giving and helpful. They are also putting us through growing pains again as we are approaching the teen years. I love it all and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 There is one more thing I want to add: aside from all the earthly support and help that I have, I have an awesome God.  He lights every step of my journey on a daily basis.  I have lived through dark days when I tried to run away from my faith. Then I was welcomed joyfully back and have walked with the Holy Spirit in my heart every day since then.  I am by no means perfect, however I know that I am loved. That makes it all worthwhile and so very doable.

Wake-Up call – not prepared for dog attack

I am interrupting our fun Kitchen Science series to raise a little awareness.  I was in the horrifying position of witnessing a dog attack yesterday. It made me realize how horribly unprepared I am for that situation if it was one of our dogs or even worse, children, being attacked.

Here are the top three things I learned as I read as many articles as I could digest on the internet:

  1. DO NOT SCREAM. It is absolutely counter-intuitive however, that is the worst thing you can do. It will either agitate the dog and escalate the aggression and/or reward the dog’s predatory instinct that has been activated.
  2. Teach the humans around you to drop into a fetal position and protect their vital organs. HERE are more instructions on that strategy.
  3. If you are able to stop the attack, then get the attacking dog in a “wheelbarrow” position by pulling up on its back legs and keeping its front feet on the ground. This will cause it to become unbalanced and potentially lose focus on their prey. It also keeps you safely away from their mouth. The details of that strategy are outlined HERE.

There were many other things mentioned to stop an attack. They would only work if you were willing to punch the dog in the ears or nose, or if you were prepared with a wagon-full of dog fight deterrents. I will mention them briefly because some of these ideas might work if an attacking dog came onto your property.  These are things you would have handy: a blanket to throw over the dog and the victim, a backpack to try to shove between the attacking dog and the victim, access to a water hose to spray the dog, or if you carry a walking stick or pepper spray or mace.  This is NOT the way we take our walks. And many of the things I read emphasized NOT to put yourself between the attacker and the victim lest you become the next victim.

Here are four articles that outline the above information in more detail.  They all had valuable tips that doesn’t necessarily overlap too much.  Please take a minute to read them so that you have some ideas how to prevent or stop in attack if a dog was being aggressive towards your family or pets.

When Dog’s Attack from Cesar’s Way https://goo.gl/ml6Kir

How To Handle A Dog Attack from WikiHow https://goo.gl/DuUZB

How To Break Up A Dog Fight from Pet Friendly https://goo.gl/1OJpTP

What To Do When Your Dog Is Attacked from Pawsperous Pets https://goo.gl/enQRTi

Kitchen Science: Water Week 2

Happy Thursday!

Here are the experiments we shared with our park play group last week…building on last week’s fun and trying on some new elements for the Sweet Peas to ponder: Sink+Float, Taking Up Space, and Melting Point.

Our inspiration for these posts is this book by Usborne Books:

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The mojority of the activities in the book can be done with things mosts of us keep around the house.

Experiment 1
Will ice float in water?
This is a great follow-up to last week’s sink and float experiment. When a Sweet Pea reasons it out, it would seem that something heavy like ice should sink…surprise!! It floats!

One interesting correlation to explain is perfectly demonstrated in the winter. If ice was heavier as a solid, bodies of water would freeze from the bottom up, effectively freezing out all life every winter.  By floating, it creates a layer of insulation for the life below, that continues to swim freely throughout the winter months.
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Experiment 2
Taking Up Space
Fill a container with water and put on the lid. Place it in the freezer and see what happens!  This experiment helps to illustrate the idea in experiment above.  Freezing water takes up more space because the molecules spread out, hence making it light enough to float in water.

As you can see in our experiment, it did not pop up the lid as much as we had hoped, it did however bump out the bottom of our container and created a very visible difference the Sweet Peas noticed right away.

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Experiment 3
Melting Ice
Prepare three containers: one with warm water, one with cool water, and one empty container.  Have your Sweet Peas guess what will happen to the ice they put into each container.

Careful with this one that the warm water isn’t too hot if they splash it onto the counter or on themselves.

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Experiment 4
Melting Without Heating – Salt
Sprinkle and ice cube with salt…compare it with a plain ice cube.  When the salt mixes with the ice, it lowers the freezing temperature. This salty ice will melt because it now requires a colder temperature to make it freeze.

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Experiment 5
Melting Without Heating – Pressure
Press a spoon into the ice.  You will see the ice melt underneath the area of pressure…if you look closely in the picture you can see the spoon-shaped divot in the ice because ice always melts when it is pressed.

Ask your sweet peas how this would affect their ability to walk on ice.  If they said it would be slippery, then they are correct! When we walk on ice, a thin layer of water forms between our shoe or boot and the patch of ice. This layer of water makes it hard for the soles of our shoe to grip the ground, so in effect Mother Nature is creating her own slip and slide!

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That is it for today’s installment of Kitchen Science.  Enjoy trying these out with your Sweet Pea at home.  Leave me a comment and let me know how it goes for you and your crew!