Monday, September 28, 2015

Vulnerability?

Squirms and the Great have really upped their game recently.

I find myself thinking it would be great to go back to work someday. Like tomorrow.
Or that my mom should go ahead and retire. And move next door.
Or that it's a good idea to start my day off by locking myself in the bathroom and waiting for R to get home.

I haven't yet figured out how to up my game.

Extra coffee, reading parenting book chapters on discipline and behavior expectations for toddlers, joining a MOPs (mothers of preschoolers) group, building arm muscle, and taking time to stare at their beautiful faces when they're still are things that I'm trying.

What? Oh, yes. I should probably try stepping up my prayer time. Good idea.

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The above was written last week....but still applies even though my angels both wanted to be rocked to sleep this afternoon and were so sweet and cuddly before their naps.

This morning was a MOPs meeting day. The discussion topic today was Vulnerability. I've been mulling over that concept. The video speaker today is of the opinion that humans being vulnerable to a small group of other humans (friends) is good for mental health. The small group I was with this morning had varying levels, or definitions, of what being vulnerable to others looks like; and one woman just needed to talk so we didn't actually discuss Vulnerability very much. 

After mulling, and the grocery store and preschool pick up, I looked up the word vulnerable. 
Cambridge English Dictionary says: able to be ​easily ​physically, ​emotionally, or ​mentally ​hurt, ​influenced, or ​attacked. 
Merriam-Webster says: capable of being physically or emotionally wounded; open to attack or damage; liable to increased penalties but entitled to increased bonuses after winning a game in contract bridge. 
The word vulnerable is an adjective, and vulnerability is a noun.
I didn't find vulnerable or vulnerability in the concordance of my study Bible. I think the speaker was using Vulnerability as a concept of being open, honest, and truthful concerning ourselves, and then sharing that with others at the risk of being judged, and hurt by others.

This left me with more questions and perhaps some opinions.

Is it Christ-like to be vulnerable? If yes, with how many others, and are there different levels? Is posting a picture of a messy living room on Facebook a vulnerability if you don't care that your living room is messy? Does this MOPs group play bridge? Can we be vulnerable to others if we are not first vulnerable before God? Why do people like to declare that they are different? Isn't everyone? Oh, now I've derailed. 

Perhaps it is healthy to be capable of being hurt by others....I think Simon and Garfunkel may have a song about this. Perhaps it is unhealthy to be capable of being hurt by everyone you meet.

Conclusions. That may or may not concern the topic of Vulnerability.
-I do not like the phrase "being real". What does this mean? Are people who are not "being real" robots? Does "being real" mean that you have to be a "hot mess" all the time (I adore the phrase "hot mess" by the way)? Does "being real" mean that you cannot try to be more organized, arrive places on time, wear pearl earrings, and post happy photos of your children on Facebook? Can we just use the phrase "be honest"? 
-I think vulnerability between friends should involve conversations and time. And not an open blog post or Facebook.
-I may not be getting the concept of make new friends if I feel the need to call R and talk to him about what I'm feeling after spending two hours with other women in my life stage. 


Tuesday, September 8, 2015

We Heart State Parks

Whew.
This was a weekend full of surprises, and some outdoor fun.

Last Thursday the kids and I went to Guntersville State Park to visit our favorite Mamé and Papa. We went on a walk with Mamé and ate lunch at the lodge there. The Lodge at Guntersville has impressive views of the lake; beautiful views!

On the trail at Guntersville

They have an agreement: only one child will look at the camera at one time.

Friday evening R's parents came to us and we got to walk around one of our favorite shopping places here. And they brought some new books for the kids - so we read about trains, the alphabet, and clever mice.

A TRAIN!!!!

Saturday, well, everyone knows what Saturday was. The first Saturday of college football. And LGC's birthday, still proving that she's slightly older than me. And ALM's eldest son's birthday (we miss you!). And a surprise from dear Central Florida friends that has kept them in our constant thoughts and prayers since Saturday. And the day that AnniePants went into labor with her beautiful baby girl (technically I think her birthday might have been Sunday).

We traveled to my Grandpa's and Grandma's house to watch the game, exposing my in-laws to the extended family for an Auburn Football game. Only time will tell if this was a wise decision, if they will ever hang out with that side of the family again....

Half the room. The other half took turns closing their eyes in the pictures.

Monday was just lovely. We explored one of the trails atop Monte Sano and had a wonderful time. And even though the sign said it was 3.4 miles long and we thought, wow, Squirms is loving this, let's keep going, she can do it and we can keep taking turns with the Great (who wasn't that thrilled about just walking), when the actual loop back to the parking lot was almost 5 miles we thought, Squirms cannot be still even when sitting on my shoulders! Please stop squirming precious Squirms! Hold on to my head instead of telling stories with your entire body. R and I were impressed that the four of us not only made it, but had a lot fun too - a pleasant surprise! I should mention while we were on a mountain, we were at the top, so the trail was flat.

And, then another surprise, a free (used) swing set arrived! Last year someone gave a swing/play set to one of my uncles, who gave it to my dad, who gave it to another one of my uncles for his grandkids to use. They were done with it so my parents and H brought it to us. Squirms is calling it "her playground".

Yeah. I've got four trains. So?

You're welcome world for this picture.

He's looking at the camera! 

"Red-dee"

It really is more like a play ground than a swing set....

Convoy.

The "Post Office" is also the "Motor Cycle Parking".

"Boo!"

He had to park his car in there too.
To celebrate Labor Day we grilled hot dogs and fried okra. We were thrilled to have so many family visits this weekend, and I'm especially looking forward to going to Monte Sano State Park again soon. And frying okra again.