When your children become angry

7 Jan

Having a mother in law who also happens to be a marriage and family therapist often comes in handy.  My girls will often book time with Grandma when they need to deal with an issue.  She helps them come up with some practical tools to use for handling their difficult situations and I figure we owe her thousands of dollars for free therapy.

One of the things lately she has helped them with is identifying their triggers.  What are those things that can lead them to spiral emotionally?

With three teenage girls, it’s important for our sanity to come up with some tools and boundaries around the sibling rivalry.  It’s important for all of us to recognize the triggers that make us get angry and take a bad situation and make it worse.

There are several things that we can look at.

What is happening in your body when you are getting angry?  Such as a stomachache, tightening of our grip, red face, rapid breathing etc.

What is happening in your thoughts?  What are some things you are feeling. You may feel like you are inferior, threatened, or a loss of control, unhappy, or things are unfair etc.

What are the things you do or want to do when you become angry? Stomping, laying down on the ground kicking and screaming, hitting something or someone, and….biting.

What are some external things affecting you?  Hormones, lack of sleep, stress, and poor diet etc. divorce, death, sickness.

I remember when Julia was little and she use to have these moments that she would become Matilda. Matilda is the name we called the alternate child that would appear every once in a while and throw some marvelous tantrums.  For those who know Julia, I am sure it’s so hard to imagine gentle Julia doing this (wink wink), but as her parents we were at a loss to ways to manage the times Matilda came.  And what we realized is that Julia didn’t like herself during these times either.  So back in the day, my mother in law told us to help her recognize the triggers.  What was going on when she would start to spiral?   So Julia started to recognize those times that she was heading down the road to Matilda, and even as young as 3 or 4 years old, she started to put her self in a time out.  She would go and be by herself until she calmed down.  She still does this and it’s a handy little tool to help her manage her emotions. Once in a while she jokes and says, “I feel like Matilda is coming, I am going to go work out at the gym.”

Identifying triggers is one of those things you have to do when everyone is rational. Parents need to identify their own triggers too so that we can help our children discuss those things that happen during anger.  Do you scream?  Do they scream?  Do you slam doors? Do they slam doors?

Then, when the triggers come, you can put a plan in place instead of a negative response.  Possibly it’s to excuse yourself for a few minutes to gather the thoughts.  Possibly you help your children find an activity that helps them settle down (run around the block, sit in the room with books, get them a punching bag in the garage to work out the aggressions, whatever keeps them from being destructive).  My mother in law always said it’s not good to suppress anger, but it’s good to manage it.  Anger is a normal emotion.

I feel fortunate that my kids can talk to Grandma and they have respected her enough to listen and identify triggers.  I respect my kids when they verbalize their triggers and excuse themselves to manage behavior.  Trust me, they don’t always succeed, and I don’t always succeed, but it has been a step in the right direction.

We are thankful for Grandma Sandra and her great wisdom.

 

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Why I am Processing like an Old Apple Computer

4 Jan

Tonight, I told Stephen that I feel like an Apple 128K.  I am a slow processor, about as old, and I cost just as much.

Can I have permission to process my friends?

Ok…the difference between the first Apple computer and me is that I am far more emotional than a 128K, I am a 40alot (all one word) processor, and I have these three amazing teen daughters and one middle aged man who I love more than life it self.  The 128K Apple wasn’t even born until 1984, and the introductory price was $2495. I was born almost two decades before this slow processor. BTW- my current Mac computer has 64,000 times the RAM as this sweet little old Apple Computer that my husband’s grandma bought him way back in the day.  (My husband thoroughly enjoyed researching this information for me tonight).

Now, let’s move beyond computer processing.

Possibly, it’s all catching up…you know, the New Year and such. I had this big and wonderful 2011, full of amazing adventures, and now I am faced with a new year full of uncertainties. Of course I have a few things that I can count on like the funny shaved dog, a house in the suburbs, a job with Compassion, a mini van that my husband has managed to turn into the “man van” according to the teenage boys at church (long story that involves peeling out and skidding for a scavenger hunt), and a house full of raging hormonal girls.  What can I say?

But the world continues to change and I continue to change too. After all, I am 40alot.  There are things I just can’t control.

We have been on vacation over the last couple of weeks, with the exception of a couple of days that I managed some emails.  So today, I got back to work and I was bombarded with a few hundred emails.  No big deal, except for the one about Sudan and the genocide there.  Then I got a few more that reminding me of what I do.

I work for poor kids.

Stephen and Julia started talking  at dinner tonight about their future trip.  In 14 days, Stephen is taking my daughter on one of his trips with Compassion to go to India.  Julia will meet her sponsored child who she has been writing to since the two of them were five years old.  They are both 16 now.  I met Remya in 2009 when I went on a Compassion blog trip. Now, Julia will meet her and experience poverty in a way she has never seen before.

I am a bit of a wreck in it all with  the things swirling in my head like Sudan, the kids around the world, the  New Year, my 40alot age, and my daughter and husband heading to the other side of the world where I will have no control.   The processor doesn’t quite know what to do with all the information.

Processing.

Slowly.

Like a 128K.

Then Matthew 11.

I love everything about what Jesus said in Matthew 11. In fact, I think I will read it all again tomorrow and the next day…and the next.  The best part about this chapter is how he ends it.

11:28-29

Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. “Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS. “For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”

We can rest in Him and He is gentle.  This just sounds so good.  My processing likes this.  Thank you God!

BTW- Julia said she would blog so you can follow her trip right here starting Jan 18th.  Please pray for my little girl and Stephen and for their trip to India.

Thanks friends.

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Why celebrate the New Year?

29 Dec

The first thing I remember about 2011 was the feeling of fullness.  Seriously, we had just experienced a seven-course meal cooked by my husband and our friend, Karen.  It was a night to remember.  2011 ended up being one of the best years for my family too.  So, we shall end this great year and start 2012 with the same tradition and celebration of a great meal.

Steve and I have been spending our evenings this last week cooking.  Every night, we have been experimenting on desserts, sauces, recipes, unique ingredients and techniques as we prepare for our New Year’s Eve feast.  Tonight we made shrimp salad rolls with a lime sauce to accompany.  My daughter, Julia, thought the sauce looked like baby poop.  Oh how the children keep us humble.  The recipe called for fish sauce, which by the way smells wrong, but when added to all the other ingredients, gave the lime sauce an amazingly flavor.  Cooking is quite the chemistry experiment.

So here is the New Years Eve menu featuring foods from around the world.

We shall start with a nice cheese platter featuring cheeses from France.  Next, will be the appetizer of seared beef tenderloin with a shallot jam served on a slice of Italian bread.  Then we shall have salad rolls filled with shrimp, fresh herbs, and vegetables accompanied by a cilantro-lime dipping sauce.

 Our soup of the evening is an African peanut soup that is beyond yummy.  Our main course will be crab cakes served with a remoulade sauce, which happens to be a Creole mayonnaise that has a nice kick and adds a great addition to the crab cakes.  And finally, Steve has now perfected a bread pudding recipe that will be topped with a hot vanilla bourbon sauce and caramel sauce to end the glorious meal.  Oh…and for those of you who don’t like the texture of bread pudding, he has taken this dessert to new levels and this dessert is basically love.

I will forever have great memories from 2011.  This was the year we traveled to Paris and Italy with our girls.  It was the year I started my new job with Compassion.  It was the year we took our girls and the church youth group to the Dominican Republic for a mission’s trip with Compassion.  It was a year that nobody got seriously injured or sick.  It was the year that I met two of my sponsored children.  It was the year that we delivered close to 4,000 shoes overseas with shoesforkids.   It was the year I traveled with some of my favorite women to Ecuador and the Philippines.  It was the year my refrigerator stayed full, the heat stayed on and we shaved our dog (not all the memories can be good you know).

This year was like a good meal.  So rich, so wonderful, so beautiful that it makes you want to cry with joy at all the goodness.  But like a good meal, it has come to an end and you can only hope for the opportunity to experience another one.  And sometimes the meal doesn’t always taste so good, but at least you have a meal and at least you have food.

And you have life and health and countless blessings.

Aren’t we to live life to the fullest?  Even in the times we don’t have the best of meals placed before us, aren’t we to give thanks?

So what does 2012 have for us?  Well…I know I am going to be starting 2012 with another bountiful meal and a full belly.  And the following day I will be eating again… and again.  Maybe my meals won’t be as extravagant as New Years Eve, but at least I will eat.  And maybe 2012 I won’t be going off to Italy and France, but at least I have an amazing family.

So on New Years Eve, I will raise my glass up high and say cheers.  My belly will be full.  And you know what?  I will be with friends who have seen and been with those around the world who have never had such a feeling as a full belly.  We will all be mindful of this.  But…don’t despair my friends, because having a full belly isn’t life. Having abundance doesn’t equate to happiness.

Having a purpose, having joy, having family, having love, having Jesus…this is the bread of life.  This is the meal to be celebrated. 

 Happy New Years!

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The Good, the Bad…It’s Christmas Time

24 Dec

There is something so wonderful about being in the snow during this time of the year.  We spent part of this week up at Timberline Lodge enjoying a little skiing before Christmas.  During the day we would ski, and at night we would sit around the beautiful lodge reading books, eating and laughing.

 

Taking time off the week before Christmas to slow down and relax was so good for my soul as well for my family.   What a beautiful place.

We are home now and getting ready to enjoy a couple days celebrating Christmas with our families.  It’s a good year, one that will carry the good kind of memories.  Not all my memories of Christmas have been good though.  I remember when I was 11 years old, while the world was celebrating the season; I was mourning the loss of my dad.  I remember hanging Christmas lights outside in the bushes by myself because our house looked so dark.  I just wanted to feel normal, but nothing was normal about that Christmas.  I hope my children never have to go through a season such as that.

Last night, Stephen and I helped Julia wrap gifts at the mall to raise money for the high school drama club.  Wow, what an experience of mall life before Christmas.  It was a bit shocking to my system after spending three glorious days on Mt Hood.  I was a bit challenged by the lady who handed us 15 gifts to wrap and kept telling us what a hurry she was in.  My thoughts toward this woman were not the most pure, and a few choice words swirled in my head.  I finally snapped after about the third time she told us to hurry it up, and in the kindest way I could muster up (with a smile and a slight tone of annoyance), I told her she could take her gifts and…wrap them herself if she preferred.  She stopped complaining at least.

Stephen wrapped gifts for a father that had had just dropped thousands of dollars on snowboard equipment and outfits hoping that these gifts would buy him a couple of good days with his children.  A divorced man, he had flown his children in from across the country and he told my husband that he was just hoping for a couple of good days with his kids.  Oh the stories.

Possibly we all wish that the holidays could be filled with beautiful Hallmark moments with family sitting around the table eating goose then opening the door to yuletide carols sung by English Dickens village characters the night before Christmas while the snow falls from the sky.   Don’t we all wish for the magical Christmas we see on TV?  It seems that our American culture has pitched to us an expectation of what this holiday should look like.  Well…let’s not deceive ourselves with unreasonable expectations.

I think this is why I am so grateful that God came near.  Despite the year, the season, and what is going on in life, when we find the treasure in the manger, when we meet the Savior, when we call out His name for help, He comes near.  He brings comfort and joy.

At 15 years old, sitting on a beach on the Oregon coast, I called out to God to comfort me after feeling the loss of my dad and He came to me and never went away.

God visited us as a child so that later, He could make His grandest act of love… the cross.  

So no matter what life is bringing, whether it is the kind of Christmas to remember for the good, or possibly it’s the year you had to string up lights by yourself, know that He is merely a breath away from you.  Life can be hard, but truly the baby in the manger brings comfort and joy.  Merry Christmas my friends!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Female Friday- Broken things.

16 Dec

It has been one of those months.  The garage door broke =$230, the car needed repairing =$600, and the car insurance is due =$900.  Ouch.  Did I mention Christmas?  It’s been a painful month of broken things, and I am thankful we had some financial reserve.  The timing of it all wasn’t so good with Christmas, but at this point I just have to be ok because we still have jobs and we still have a plethora of gifts under the Christmas tree.

But you know what is worse than a broken garage door and a broken car?

A broken spirit.

This last week one of my daughter’s dealt with a situation that left her feeling a little broken, and friends, the Mama Bear in me came out in her defense as I had to deal with a bullying situation at school.  But last night, I saw a miracle and can I just say this?  God’s timing is perfect.

Just when my daughter doubted herself and her talent, God lifted her spirit and reminded her of her gifts.  Last night, in front of about 500 people, a teacher praised my daughter in a most honorable way for her gifts and talents.  The very thing my daughter doubted herself in.

The timing was so perfect; I cannot deny the hand of God.

He is faithful.  He loves us.  He mends us.  He heals us.  He fixes us.  And His timing is perfect.

It takes money to fix a garage door, but it takes God to fix a broken spirit.

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Mothers and Daughters – Female Friday

9 Dec

It’s been quite a week.

The only man of the house (Steve) was in Australia, leaving the three teenage girls, and middle-aged mother to be on their own.

I wish I could say my week with my beautiful daughters was bliss… as we spent precious time bonding and passing on family traditions. But this last week was a challenge.  Girls can be so emotional!  And while I don’t want to sell out my girls, I will say that they are all in various stages of teenage growth and hormones.  My self control and patience was pushed to the limit.  And I wonder…do all mothers and daughters struggle?  Like for instance, when your daughter doesn’t make sense.  When she cries over something that is so…ridiculous.  When she rages.  When she argues.  When she pulls away. When she rolls her eyes…oh how I hate the eye rolling.  How do you handle it?

Several times this last week, I had to take a deep breath and remember that a long time ago, I was just like them.  My body, my chemistry, my insecurities, my attitude; I was just like them.  And in those years, I was searching for myself and who I was to become.  I was longing for love and acceptance.  Thank goodness for my stable mom who loved me unconditionally.

Mothers and daughters.  It’s a complicated relationship. Just think about all the physical and emotional changes a girl has to deal with.  Then add the messages our culture sends to young girls. Eeek.   More than ever, we need to provide a stable home with lots of support for our girls.  But if we are not handling things well, how can we expect our girls to handle things well?

So here are few things that I have to remind myself when dealing with my girls and their emotions.

  1. Don’t take it personally. When my girls are moody, it’s not my fault.  I can’t let their emotions become my emotions.
  2.  Draw healthy boundaries. It’s not ok for them to be wicked; they do need to learn self-control.
  3. Don’t overreact.  It’s easy for me to want to match their emotions…but that never turns out to be a good method of practice!
  4. They learn from their mother.  If I exhibit irrational behavior and emotion, how can I expect them to be different?
  5. Pour on the tenderness and compassion.  Sometimes, all they need is time with me for a little pampering so that I can listen to their heart.
  6. And finally, this.

 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  (NIV 1 Cor. 13:4-7)

My girls continue to teach me about love.

I love my girls!

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How to raise self-esteem in your dog?

2 Dec

I CAN DO IT.  This is what the LUCKYDOG video said.  It said I could take a dog like this…

And  do something like this… (ok, I am exaggerating a little bit)..

So today we bought a pet grooming set.  After spending $40 plus dollars to get the dog groomed every few weeks, the girls and I decided to try grooming Levi on our own to save money.  In addition, the video said that…

GROOMING RAISES SELF ESTEEMING, maintains HEALTH AND HELPS BONDING.     And because we want our dog to have a healthy self-esteem, we decided to try this out.

So here comes the bonding…

The bath was the best part. Look how Levi’s self-esteem has excelled.

Possibly we cut the hair a little short…so we found it necessary to put a sweater on him.  We had a few laughs a long the way, but for the most part we argued on how to shave him properly so the bonding time wasn’t very enjoyable.  After two hours of styling, here was the end result.

He looks cute huh?

Well, we covered his body with a sweater because, frankly his haircut looks a little wrong.

The girls and I decided that grooming a dog is much harder then it looks. The girls said he needs to wear a sweater for awhile, especially if we take him for a walk. They are a little embarrassed over the bald spot I shaved into the side of his back.  Umm…it took me awhile to get use to the trimmers.

I am guessing after a couple of drinks though…he might look like this to some of the ladies.

Oh well.  You get what you pay for.

At least hair grows back.

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The wreck – an early female Friday post

1 Dec

I decided to start with a cute picture of our puppy, possibly so that Steve may think this post is about the dog.

But the true story is I backed my car out of the garage  into our other car today.  Not a good start to the day.

(Now we are going to find out how often Steve reads the blog).

Here is what happened with bold  lettering when necessary.

Steve left for Australia yesterday, and he usually is the one that sets the alarm.  This morning, I woke up late because I forgot to set my alarm. My daughter came rushing in to my room telling me it was time for her to go to school for jazz band.  At 6:25 am, I rolled out of bed, and at 6:30 am I backed the car out of the garage into our other car.  Apparently my eyes hadn’t opened yet.

Luckily I didn’t cause damage.  Let me repeat this for Steve.  NO damage. Nothing.  Zippo. None. Zero.

Please see Exhibit A.

I was going nice and slow.  In addition, I managed to get Grace to school without incident.  I didn’t hit any small children or animals.  This is good.

Speaking of hitting animals…I once hit a squirrel and it flew 30 feet to its death.  I felt horrible.

Speaking of small children, I don’t have any of those.  My smallest is 5’6” with a size 9 shoe.

Speaking of Steve, I miss him already.

Well, this is the big news of my day.  You can tell life is pretty exciting.  Stay tuned tomorrow as we attempt to shave our dog.

 

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Rules regarding cooking the Turkey dinner

23 Nov

Thanksgiving dinner is a serious matter in our family, and lets face it, the turkey is just one small player in the grand scheme of things.  It may be the quarterback of the dinner, but the turkey needs his team to complete the winning game.

This is why the Jones family has some serious discussions and sometimes interventions when it comes to the dinner.  With two grandmas involved in the cooking, as well as aunts, uncles and cousins, stakes are high and so are the expectations.  We deeply care about that turkey and all his companions and each dish is considered precious.

This year, we changed a few things around to who is cooking what.  Oh my… did this cause an up-rise amongst the children.  There was almost a revolt, and while each person with their new assignment has the capability to cook the dish that they now have been assigned, there are trust issues that have surfaced. We had to have a group family counseling session and intervention over the turkey and the stuffing as well as the other dishes.

This made me think.  Why such trust issues?  What has happened in the past that caused such strong feelings toward the turkey and stuffing?  Through therapy and multiple counseling sessions we have discovered just a few things that caused the uproar, but rather then pointing fingers and blaming, lets just discuss the boundaries now put in place.

1.  First, lets talk about the stuffing.  In the past, there were a few things that have altered the stuffing and caused problems.  Such ingredients such as fruits, nuts, oysters or things that come in a box, can’t be added to the stuffing.  In addition, if you got your stuffing recipe out of a French cooking magazine, please save it for another day.  Finally, you need to have enough stuffing to last for 2-3 days of leftovers.  Friends, stuffing is of the highest importance as this is the best friend and sole mate of the turkey.

2.  If you are on weight watchers, then you are not allowed to cook for Thanksgiving because butter goes into the mashed potatoes and in everything else on the table.  There is no such thing as a low fat Thanksgiving dinner.  Enough said.

3.  Don’t mess with the pumpkin pie.   While you can cook other pies, you must have enough pumpkin pie for each person to have an adequate amount.

4.  Sweet potatoes can be cooked in various ways so it’s ok to have a couple of different options at the table.  Some like them entrenched with marshmallows and some like them cooked in other ways.  To solve the sweet potato war, multiple choices at the table are an excellent idea.

5.  Who cares about the vegetables because frankly, we only serve a salad so that we can pretend we are being healthy.  Other vegetables are just a bonus to the entire meal and often these vegetables sit on the sidelines.  Though important to the game, they are second string to turkey and stuffing and potatoes.   Let’s face it.  Nobody cares about the leftover vegetables, because once turkey, stuffing and potatoes are gone, the vegetables serve no purpose.

6. Finally, a kid’s table is not going to work anymore.  According to the youngest child coming, everyone gets to sit at the big table and therefore, we will rearrange Grandma’s entire house to extend the dining room table in order to accommodate the crowd.

The bottom line is you can’t mess with the Thanksgiving meal, as this is the most serious meal of the year with the highest of expectations placed on it.

The Vine

22 Nov

Saturday, we traveled through the rolling hills of the Willamette Valley stopping to admire the colors of fall and the beauty of the harvested vineyards.  
It’s a tradition we have every year right before Thanksgiving.  We get up early  and head down to the rolling countryside to enjoy the day.

We stopped in Dundee, Oregon for an amazing meal at the Dundee Bistro.  We had duck to be exact, as this seemed appropriate for Oregon.

But the dessert of Bread Pudding brought tears to my eyes and three pounds to my waist.  But it was worth it!

I loved our day!

As I looked at the grapevines recently harvested I couldn’t help but think….

I am the Vine and you are the branches….

I am the Vine and you are the branches.”  What does this mean?

I was reminded of a woman I met in the Dominican Republic this last year.  Everyday she is faced with a choice to either buy medicine for her son’s heart condition, or buy food for her family.  Many times she goes hungry.  In the world’s standards we would say she is poor, and none of us would choose to live in her shoes.  However, what struck me about her was her lack of self-pity and sorrow.  Her hope, her joy, her gratitude was overwhelming.  Why?  Why such joy?

When we asked her about her joy she looked at us with confusion.  “Why not? For I have everything I need, in Christ alone.”

“Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.”  (New Living Version).

She clings to the Vine, and even through the difficulties of life, she finds her dependence in something much greater than herself.

In the Vine she finds everything she need, and the Vine makes her beautiful and rich with fruit.

Oh the colors of fall and the harvested fields……  remind me of how plentiful and beautiful this life can be.  Yet, apart from the Vine what does it matter?

What do we depend on when life goes astray?  What do we cling to when the winter comes with harshness of the rain and cold?

When we cling to the Vine we shall find life and our joy can be complete in every circumstance.

This is Thanksgiving.

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