discovering why


Picking up Jodie from her job teaching dance to under-privileged kids for Give Every Child A Chance I found myself delayed thanks to an unexpected traffic delay…chickens.

Chickens?

Yes, chickens stopping traffic on French Camp Road.

Sorry, I’m late picking you up.

That’s okay, Mom.

There was traffic.

Traffic?

Yes, traffic. Chickens were crossing French Camp Road.

Chickens?

Yes, chickens. At least I now know for sure why the chickens were crossing the road.

Why?

To get to the other side, of course.

And I wonder sometimes why I annoy her. I do. I really do.

Hopefully those chickens are safe from the pack of wild dogs that are attacking livestock in the farming community of French Camp.

promping


Getting ready for Prom?

One does not simply primp.

No.

Absolutely not.

At least not if one lives here under the Big Top.

It all started while watching the Red Carpet before the Academy Awards.

Because great minds think alike, Jodie, Hollie and I all thought Reese Witherspoon’s classic, Hollywood glam style would be a perfect look for prom for Jodie. So from there we began to plan. Jodie was part of the prom planning committee for her school so of course we had to start to plan. I swear I never ever put any thought into my prom and having helped (just a little) with some of my girls’ proms, part of me feels like I might have missed out just a little. Then again I don’t think I could handle Mommy Dearest helping me plan at all. But to be fair, given that Hollie never went to prom herself, I imagine she couldn’t handle me helping either. But we do make a pretty good team helping her sisters in the past and present.

First, find the dress.

Hollie and I concluded that Jodie is like a hanger effortlessly wearing the smallest size off the rack of every single dress she tried on. These are just some of the dresses that she tried on. So many dresses! But she could only choose one.

Decisions…decisions…

Fallon proved to be no help being awestruck by her princess auntie every time she floated out of a dressing room wearing something shiny, glittery or sparkle-ly. But Jodie soon made her choice…the first dress she tried on.

At last the day had come! Time to start getting promped. Hollie was in charge of this.

She got this!

She’s totally got this!

Oh yeah! Jodie’s happy face was proof enough.

Ta-Dah!!! And on the arm of her handsome date, a friend whom she has known since the third grade she was all promped and ready.

Okay humor me now while I pause and then state, “Damn! I made some gorgeous babies!” I can say that because it is true. This one, this shiny, golden-haired child looks so much like my Mommy Dearest as a young lady, before kids, before me, before everything that stole her youth and her health that it takes my breath away.

I can’t believe that my youngest baby girl-child is all grown up, gorgeous and going to the prom!

Have fun my baby, my love, my heart, my joy!

teach our children well


In the news all over the place this last week or so was this.

And the media was not guilty alone in the re-victimization of this horrible crime.

Frankly I am tired of the sympathy for Trent Mays and Ma’lik Richmond. Sorry, but I was not moved by their tears, their apologies after they were found guilty and the proclamation made by Richmond that “my life is over, no one is going to want me now.” These young men…good students, talented football players, young people with so much promise…not unlike their friends Michael Nodianos, Mark Cole II, Evan Westlake, Cody Saltsman, Anthony Craig and every other person (student, parent, teacher, coach, minister) who was witness to and complicit in the rape of a 16 year old girl are wholly and completely responsible for the criminal and immoral actions they did. Period.

We teach our daughters to be mindful of how they dress, how they talk. We teach our girls the difference between
a man who flatters her and one who compliments her,
one who spends money on her and one who invests in her,
one who views her as property and one who views her properly,
a man who lusts after her and a man who loves her,
a man who believes that he is a gift to women and the man who believes she is a gift to him.
We warn our girls to never leave their drink unattended, to never go anywhere alone with a stranger and on and on and on it goes…We instruct and admonish all these things and more when talking to our daughters but it still does not protect them or any other girl or woman from violent sexual crimes against women. But after raising four daughters of mine to be mindful of all of these things and then some I find myself coming to a place where I believe that we should not be teaching our daughters how not to get raped…because NOTHING our daughters do is ever something that makes them deserving of such a horrific thing.

Never!

Never!!

Ever!!!

We need to be teaching our sons these things. We need to instruct our boys that regardless of where a girl comes from or how she might be dressed or what she might be saying or doing she is still a human being just like he is…a human being deserving to be treated just as our son would want to be treated…or might expect his sister or his mother or his grandmother to be treated. We need to make sure that our sons understand that yes they can control their own physical urges. We need to constantly remind our sons that when a girl says no it means no…when a girl is silent it means no…when a girl is under the influence of alcohol or drugs it means no…when a girl is asleep or unconscious it absolutely, positively means no. We need to insure that our sons understand that no girl is ever asking for it because of the way she might be dressed or how she looks when she walks past them or when she is under the influence of any substance that might impair their ability to reason, talk, walk and to definitely say NO!

We need to make sure that our sons and our daughters understand that when they witness such vile acts happening to another human being we should not pull out our smart phones and capture the event on Instagram or for YouTube or Twitter or Facebook or SnapChat or any other social media platform. We need to teach our children that when they pull out their phones they should be calling the police to report a serious crime.We need to teach our children that the victim of the crime is always the victim even when those who committed the crime against the victim are really nice kids with promising futures in sports or academia or are pillars of the community. Our children must come to understand that when they witness someone carrying around an unconscious naked human being it is wrong. We need to make sure our children realize that if they witness someone forcing body parts or any objects into the mouth or vagina or anus of an unconscious person that someone is raping them. We need to instruct our children that the only thing to do, the thing that they MUST do if they witness such heinous acts is to call the police.

Period.

evidence of parental failure


At last week’s parent-student meeting for the Leadership Inauguration trip, Mr. C. carefully reviewed the students’ travel itinerary. First stop he excitedly shared is visiting and running up the “Rocky steps”… blank expressions register on all the faces of the students.

“No one knows what I’m talking about?

Shrugs

Heads shaking

Silence from the students

I turn around and half-whisper to Jodie, “You’ve seen Rocky!

No, Mom.“, she hisses back.

Oh dear. I broke the sixteen year old/parent relationship rule. I spoke directly to her in front of her peers AND her teacher in a classroom setting.

Mr. C doesn’t seem to notice as he continues to explain the scene from Rocky when Rocky Balboa triumphantly runs up the steps leading to the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

It’s one of those cultural iconic moments that you just have to experience.” he explains… and the view is pretty cool too. I’m thinking the kids are more focused on the next stop after the Rocky steps, breakfast at The Hard Rock Cafe.

As for me, I feel like we have failed as parents. How did we not sit down with our kid and watch Rocky? My darling husband agrees with me when I tell him later. Yup! We failed.

Then this morning I woke up to this picture message.

Good morning Philadelphia!

I bet it was even better than the movie.

 

 

moving out of alignment


A great phenomenon is about to come to an end here under the Big Top in less than twenty-four hours. It seems that every three years or so the planets align and three teenagers come to dwell in all their hormonal glory here under the Big Top…we are that special to have had this happen to us not once but twice. But tomorrow at precisely 8:58 A.M. PDT, we will no longer be the parents of THREE TEENAGERS…ever again.

Praise be to the heavens we have survived! Of course we must still live with Abby as a teen for the next two years and Jodie as a teen for the next four years…and Daniel is just getting started sharing the tween-aged hormonal love with us all. But at least we have survived, actually thrived the last few years and for that we can be nothing but grateful.