Friday, April 29, 2011

"My Mom"


Noah's class at school hosted a Mother's Day tea for us, including a poetry reading, coffee & muffins, and a card...

Her name is Carolyn.
She has blonde hair and blue eyes.
She is 7 years old.
She is pretty when she is going to do a project! (i.e. going to a business meeting)
Her favorite food is peanut butter and jelly.
If I could give her any gift it would be a hairbrush and a toy firetruck.
I love my mommy...at Easter and when it's snowing!

Just another reason to love snow...and this boy of mine.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Cutie Pie

They say you can tell a lot about a person by the way they eat...

Desire

Patience

Ambition

Aspiration

Opportunism

Perseverance
(Yes, it was 52 degrees and overcast.)

Diligence

Resourcefulness
("Well, you walked away...")

Maybe so, 'cause I'm pretty sure I could just eat him up!

Good Pirates

"What am I going to be when I become a man?"

Noah has asked me this question several times in the last couple of months. At first, I would answer, "Whatever you want to be." Eventually I switched to, "Whatever God made you to be - whatever you're good at and love to do!"

Each time, Noah has replied with a different but equally safe choice: football player, rocket driver, fire fighter, motorcycle driver...

Last night, we watched a movie from his Easter basket: The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything (yikes! cheese curls!). So today he said:

"I'm a tomcat driver and a pirate at the same time. I can do both, because I'm good at both."

At lunch, we had a pirate picnic "aboard ship," and before "nap," he told me:

"There are real pirates who don't do anything. The bad ones are all in Egypt. The good ones are in America. They're in Pirateland, in America." (Funny that he's not far off.)

I just started Meg Meeker's Boys Should Be Boys, and so far it's confirming what I've already felt: I am so glad to have boys, to see them be boys, to help them grow as boys, and to watch them become men. I have no idea what they'll do someday, but if it involves fighting, rescuing, saving, protecting, or exploring for the good of others and with a reasonable amount of risk, I'm all for it.

Let's just hope they're doing it with their brains, like their Dad.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

A Lotta People

After watching his all-time favorite show this morning, Noah gave me the gangsta recap:

Me: What was Curious George about today?
N: George messed up the recycling.
Me: But I bet it all worked out ok, right?
N: No. It didn't. He got in trouble.
Me: Did he have to go to timeout?
N: No, they sent him to prison.

Then driving to church this evening, Noah was chattering the whole way. My mind wandered for a little while, and then something he said caught my attention...

N: How many people are there? There's 6 billion people.
Me: Wow! That's right Noah! How did you know that?
N: Daddy told me. Last night.
Me: Well you're right, there are 6 billion people on Earth.
N: Actually, that's more than I expected. I thought there were five. (pause) Six billion is more than a thousand.
Me: Yes, yes it is.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I knew they started early, but...

When I was putting Noah to bed tonight, after praying he asked, "Sometime can I invite one of my girl friends over to play?"

Me (Josh): "Sure."

Noah: "Do we have any girl toys? I guess we have that baby doll. I think that is the only girl toy we have. It's ok if we don't have any princess costumes. [A girl's name] likes princess custumes. Boys like spider custumes better. That's ok. Some girls like boy toys too."

(I reassured him that it was ok if we didn't have any girl custumes either, unless of course, we had a girl... but that's another blogpost.)

You must understand that this is quite a transformation. Our little boy has been the lover of all things male, and adamant that there be boys and boy toys wherever he goes.

Good thing he still like chaperones...

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Where'd the Good Guys Go?

A hypothesis has gradually been forming in my mind. I'm not certain it's true, but it seems like a decent explanation of phenomena I've observed. So I thought I'd share it to get your feedback. Do you agree? Is there a better explanation? Here goes...

My post-modern generation is not comfortable with good examples, and that both helps and hurts us. Let me back up a bit...

From what I've seen of the 1940-50's (TV, books, movies), "good" examples were everywhere (Leave it to Beaver, Nancy Drew). Pop culture was inspirational -- a picture of what the audience could and should be. The happy family. The hard-worker. The obedient children. Society encouraged obedience and conformity. Which meant 1) certain moral values were expected and often followed, and 2) a lot of people lived with secrets, guilt, miscommunication, shame, and a lack of freedom to be all God made them to be (blacks, women, artists, etc).

The decades since seem to have swung the pendulum the other direction. Sick of the hypocrisy, the claustrophobically narrow acceptable paths, and the inability to match those pictures of perfection, many Americans pushed back. We'd rather have realism than idealism, authenticity over simplicity, freedom over security. And entertainment responded with Homer Simpson, Bridget Jones, Tony Soprano, Running with Scissors (and thousands of other memoirs detailing bizarre and disturbing childhoods), Carrie Bradshaw, countless graphic crime dramas, apocalyptic literature, even flawed superheroes (Batman Returns, Spidey 3 - both of which I loved, btw, but which "updated" these characters from their earlier, flatter incarnations) -- most of which are not so much "realistic" as they are "anti-idealistic" (more negative than reality).

Which brings me back to my generation. We're used to heroes that make us--the audience--feel good. Rather than hiding flaws, we magnify them -- to laugh at them (Talladega Nights), to address them (Inside Job), and often to celebrate that we're not that bad.

This shift makes current pop culture an easy target for those who grew up before 1965. They expect books/movies/tv to model good values and good behavior rather than mocking bad behavior or showing compassion for the imperfect. I really appreciate the honesty, frank discussions, and even solutions that come from our current openness. If you can't talk about it, you can't begin to solve it.

However, I also see four dangers associated with taking this model too far:

1) Withdrawal - We're so sensitive to and uncomfortable with positive examples that anyone else's good behavior can feel like an indictment of our own. I have friends who won't come to a young moms group because they might hear about something they're not doing and feel guilty. How can we grow & learn unless we can see and share negative and positive ideas, examples, and solutions?

2) Ignorance - Many in my generation don't really know what a healthy family or intelligent Christian or good father looks like. In the 1980s, The Cosby Show introduced many to what an educated, affluent African-American family could look like, and it had a real impact on the culture, inspiring kids to reach for a life they didn't previously know was possible. Who's doing this today?

3) Misinterpretation - There's always the possibility that bad models will be mistaken for good ones. How many teen boys see all the men behaving badly in movies and think it's cool to mimic those behaviors?

4) GIGO - On some level, trash is trash, no matter how good the lesson it's supposed to be delivering. If you take in enough negativity, it's gonna have a negative impact.

I don't expect popular culture to be Christian, to promote my values, or to make my life easy. It's supposed to be a challenge that exercises my critical thinking skills, keeps me on my toes, and sometimes entertains. But if history is any indication, the pendulum only goes so far for so long before it starts to swing back toward the center, and I for one, would welcome a little more balance.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Tunnel Vision

Teenagers are notorious for assuming they know everything when in reality they know so little. They're notorious for it among adults, that is. Teenagers don't actually believe it about themselves, or it would cease to be true.

I haven't been a teenager for a while, but now that I'm in my thirties, I keep bumping against this phenomenon. They are not self-aware. Am I??

This particular knowledge gap often leads me to two critical questions:

1) Does it make sense to offer advice or opinions to someone older than me? Even when I'm directly asked for it, sometimes I can't help thinking they're looking at me like I'm that 16-yr-old backseat driver. Granted if they are older and wiser, they ought to know what to do with my opinions, but that doesn't make me feel (or look) much better.

2) What if the advice and opinions of my elders* differ significantly from my peers? Is this an issue where older generations are benefiting from additional hindsight and I'll think similarly when I get to their age? Or is this an issue that has changed enough since they experienced it that their experiences are not entirely applicable?

The first mostly affects my vanity. But the second affects some major areas of life (including parenting choices about education, adoption, technology, etc).

As with so many things, I find myself wading through the confusion with two key tools: research and prayer. Is it enough? Ask me when I'm 65.

Until then, please feel free to let me know your thoughts on the subject.

*I'm using "elders" to refer to generations ahead of me (i.e. 15+ years older than me), not the church office-holders. And while I generalize about their opinions, I do realize they're not universal - just similar enough to be thought-provoking.
Note: I took the picture above when Noah was exploring the tunnel at Dragon Park.

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