Today I read a friend’s post about New York’s famous “Black and White” cookies. I shared with her that my Dad used to buy giant ones when were kids, but I probably ate too many and now I get queasy just looking at them! But I started to remember how he introduced me to them. He was telling me some story of his youth and mentioned how his father would buy them for him. I didn’t understand what he was talking about because I had never heard of them. So on our next trip to the bakery, he pointed them out to me and bought a box of them home. I realized that my father ALWAYS did that. Asking my father a question would often result in a long, Cliff Huxtable-esque series of stories. But sometimes, he also took the time to show me what he was talking about. Once I saw a Ouija board in the background scenery of an old episode of Sanford & Son. I didn’t know what it was, but described it to him and asked him what it was. He not only told me – he went out and bought one for me. That was my Dad’s way. What he knew, he taught and he showed. What he wasn’t sure about, he pointed me to our big set of green and white World Book encyclopedias and encouraged me to look it up.
Of course, I have passed this down to my children. They ask me a question, I explain, then I Google it if I need to show them a picture, or enhance the story. Last summer, my children attended a funeral of an elderly family member and began asking questions about his life. For several months afterward, they would continue to ask about other family members, both living and dead. Where were they born? What did they do? How did they die? Every day, they would choose someone else to ask about and I would give them short stories about these relatives. When I shared this with their Sunday School teacher, she reminded me that this was a perfect example of storytelling. This is how family histories and oral traditions are passed down from generation to generation. I thought about this and immediately remembered how well I can recite the bulk of my maternal family history – after years of attending annual family reunions as a child and hearing our family history told each time. As a child, most of my recitation was rote, but now I can tell the story with much more depth and understanding and pass it along to my children – and even to other family members who don’t know the stories.
Let us never forget to tell stories – whether about our past, or the world around us. Our children, especially, need to shape their worldview in context of their experiences and that of their ancestors. Never ignore a question – it can often lead to great teaching moments, moments that I know I have treasured since my own childhood.
What stories are you telling?
My children have known how to tell time for a few years now, but it seems that lately, if there is no clock in their immediate view, they constantly ask, “What time is it?” They do it all…the…time… I asked them why they want to know and their answer is, “Because we like knowing what time it is.” Duh.
It made me think about how aware we are (or are NOT) about time. Time is something that can be managed, wasted or well-spent, but it cannot be borrowed, changed or given back. When my children were born, time took a different spin – feeding and sleep schedules were monitored, and I had to be aware of how the timing of my activities fit into their timing (something that has not changed!). Effective time management is crucial – whether it is personal, professional, parental, or a combination of all three. Many of you know that I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions. Why wait until January 1 to start something you can start TODAY? In terms of time, the 24 hours on December 31 are the same 24 hours that occur on January 1. As a young child, I remember excitedly counting down the minutes until midnight. If we weren’t in church, we were at home and we would make sure to give everyone a Happy New Year greeting. And then 12:01 became just another minute.
Let’s be clear – I DO value the changing from one year to the next. We should be grateful any time we cross from 11:59 to 12 midnight. I have learned of at least 10 deaths over the last two weeks. Old wives’ tales often speak of more deaths at the end of the year/beginning of the new year, so every day we open our eyes is a gift. Having said that, let’s pay attention to the time. What time is it? Is it time to stop wasting time and start using it more wisely? YES! It’s time to stop talking about ‘it’ and start BEING about ‘it.’ Don’t wait for tomorrow – EVERY day is New Year’s Day!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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personality (Photo credit: hang_in_there)
One of the many lessons I have learned over the years is that trying to understand the heart of individuals aids greatly in learning how to deal with them. If you get where they come from, you know where they’re going. Here’s an example: Perhaps someone you know socially is very bossy – I mean always wants to be in charge. Once you really get to know them, you may find that they have NO control at home, or on their job. It doesn’t excuse their behavior, but understanding where they come from can keep you from taking things personally. Just as you should know your audience when teaching, writing or speaking, you should understand personalities when dealing with individuals.
This line of thinking starts at home, with our spouses and our children. One of the most exciting things to me about parenthood is watching my children’s personality develop. This morning I was listening to my 5- and 7- year old have an intense discussion/mini-argument. Izzy (7) insisted that he was right because he was older. Yvette (5) declared it didn’t matter who was older. Earlier this year, it dawned on me that Izzy is the debating negotiator. The conversation never ends with this guy! Yvette will also stand her ground, and will go toe to toe with her big brother. The difference is, once she makes her point, she drops the mic and walks away. Understanding these personality traits help me deal with them on different levels. Don’t get it twisted though – I do NOT negotiate with terrorists, and my child will NOT just walk away from me! I’m still the Momma!
This Week With Calandra focuses on the power of words. Listen to “Watch Your Language!”
This music lover is “addicted” to music. From the blog, “Celebrity Dolls and Guys”
Originally posted on Celebrity Dolls and Guys:
Although not a common question–it exists. Sure, we all know about drug and alcohol addiction but we don’t focus on musical addiction. Seems so harmless. But, did you know it is absolutely possible to become addicted to music. When you dance, when you cry to a song, when you close your eyes and allow music to envelop you—you are releasing oxytocin and dopamine. 2 hormones associated with elation and feeling good. It took me a very long time to understand that I in fact have an addiction to music. I don’t need to ‘blast’ my favorite tunes either, I just need to hear what I consider “touching” and I get lost in the melody and lyrics. One artist that comes to mind is Chaka Khan. It’s not just the music she sings to but it’s her “hooks” and her voice is unique–some say a scream; but she is not screaming, she is an artist that has great vocal control. Once Chaka begins to sing…..I get lost! I love her!
(Beautiful and talented)
Whitney Houston was another artist that at one time had such vocal ability and control. All the while I am either dancing or crying and releasing hormones that further trigger my want and need for music. If you’ve never listened to the late and sorely missed Teena Marie try listening to her ‘Portuguese Love’.