7 Quick Takes: The Gratuitous Baby Shot, Time Marches On, & Other Random Tidbits Edition

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We’ve been engaged in some serious germ warfare around here. I had the first fever I’ve had in ages, and it knocked me out. I felt like a Mack truck had rolled over me; I was so achy. I’m getting old. Good news is I got over it very quickly, and the baby and the rest of my gang have only had to endure drippy, faucet noses.

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I’m so thankful to have guest post over at the Natural Parents Network on raising girls to have a healthy body image. Here’s an excerpt:

We live in a society where girls are constantly at risk of sacrificing their true selves – whether they try to find love in the arms of a boy who doesn’t really care about them, wear immodest or uncomfortable clothing to get attention and affirmation, or turn themselves into a shiny, pretty package using extreme dieting or obsessive exercising. Our daughters face a lot of pressures today, but with our guidance and prayers, we can help fight back against a culture that undermines their worth as women and help them hold onto their true selves.

Read the rest here.

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NPN is also hosting a giveaway for my book. Leave a comment after this post for your chance to win one of two copies of Weightless. Thanks, too, to Laura of Walden Mommy for the encouraging review.
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So long as I’m on gratitude kick, many thanks to all the bloggers, friends, media outlets, etc. who have supported my book and me. I’m very, very grateful!

 

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Madeline propped Thomas up here and called out to me, “Come see your royal highness!” It’s good to be king (especially such a well-fed one).

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Spooky and silly wardrobe furnished by ever-so-thoughtful sister-in-law

 

Speaking of Thomas, his baptism day was perfect. The priest, a dear family friend, actually used water from the Jordan River to baptize our little man. Following the baptism was good food and even better company.

(And I think it’s wonderful that Charlotte’s Cupcake was also welcomed to God’s family this past weekend!)

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 I’m so honored and excited to be invited as the Keynote Speaker for the 2012 Behold Conference on March 10, 2012, and I’m really hoping I’ll get to see some of you at this exciting event. You’ll get to meet my mom and Thomas, too, since they’ll be joining me. This year’s theme is “From the Heart of God,” and the event will feature Ginny Baldridge as a guest speaker and musical talent Marie Miller. Saint Gianna Molla is the patron saint for this year’s conference.

I’m thrilled and incredibly humbled to be a part of this event and hope to see some of you there. Mark your calendars now!

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One area (among many) I’m really trying to grow in is living in the moment. It’s such a trite saying to embrace the now but not doing so really can rob you of a lot of joy and fill you with pangs of regret when the future comes and the past is just a sketchy blur. I’d been forced to slow down during pregnancy bed rest and had every intention of taking with me the lessons I learned once I was back on my feet and had my little one in my arms, but the baby and fall arrived and whoooosh.…it feels like we’ve been going nonstop ever since. (I’m so very thankful for those quiet nursing sessions when I can just sit, be still, listen to the sweet gulps of my boy, and watch those round cheeks wiggle.)

I recently saw this quote from Literary Mama, and it reminded me of how, as parents, we can be so invested in our children’s future that we forget to slow down enough to enjoy the child they are now.

“We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today.”

– Stacia Tauscher

All the veteran moms I know look wistfully at Thomas and my little girls and say things like, “Enjoy them now. They grow up so quickly.”

“Uh-huh,” I nod through my bleary, sleep-deprived fogginess. Yet, I know they’re right. I can’t believe my big girl will be turning 7 soon. Seven seems so old. So did five, actually. Sometimes it’s hard to remember what she was like when she was a baby, how her solid, roly-poly body felt in my arms. Did she sigh those happy sighs when she nursed like her baby brother? (I know she didn’t sleep like him. He’s been a pretty chill baby.) Not my high-energy Madeline. Then there are Rae and Mary Elizabeth, turning into big girls every day, surprising me with the funny things they say and their emerging talents. It really does go by so quickly, so why do I sometimes have such a hard time pausing to savor all the small moments that make a lifetime?  I want every day to be intentional. I want to enjoy these littles with all their quirks, irrational outbursts, and their sweetness. But life with little kids, the messes, the sniffles, the tantrums, the sleep deprivation, they sometimes have their way with me. But I’m willing to keep plugging away at this living in the moment. Thank goodness for these children of mine, these precious timepieces marching on who are always prodding me to look at the child they are now and to not be too wistful of the baby they once were or too focused on the person they are to become.

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Thomas hasn’t peed on me in over a week. Woo-hoo!

Have a good weekend!

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What to Say to a Friend Who’s Convinced She’s Ugly

379471 3140 1024x768 What to Say to a Friend Whos Convinced Shes UglyIt was the summer after my freshman year of college. I no longer thought I had an eating disorder (just two years later I would relapse and discover just how entrenched I was in the pursuit of thinness). I was studying journalism and theatre in Italy. I felt independent, young, free, inspired – and fat. I convinced myself that these feelings were in line and that I was just being vigilant about keeping tabs on my health.

After arriving in Italy, I morphed into a total sybarite, soaking up amazing art and architecture as well as eating plates full of rich pasta and savoring creamy gelato every night for dessert. Everyone else on the trip was doing the same thing, but no one else seemed to harbor any guilt for the overload of flavors and calories.

I’m not sure how I could be paying more attention to the size of my stomach or the extra weight I was sure I’d gained (when I returned to the States, I learned that I hadn’t gained weight but had actually lost five pounds probably because I walked everywhere) when such history and beauty surrounded me, but I spent inordinate amounts of time catching a glimpse of my reflection in the glass of a passing shop or in the water of a fountain. And I didn’t like what I saw. I glance at the photos from the trip now, and I look healthy and happy. I can’t see why I was so wrapped up in my appearance, but I can see just how distorted my view of myself was.

One night I was walking with a group of friends in Venice. It was Bastille Day. We’d just witnessed a glorious display of fireworks shimmer in the night sky before the colorful sparks sunk into the dark waters of the Grand Canal. I’m not sure why I started to blabber about this – probably because I’d recently called my boyfriend back home and sensed he wasn’t really missing me. My feelings were prescient – he ended up dumping me the day I returned from my trip – but I started bemoaning the extra weight I was sure I’d gained.

“Ugh. I just feel so gross,” I said aloud. I continued to complain about how I looked as we tripped our way along the cobblestone alleys.

A friend walking next to me tolerated my body diatribe for a few minutes and then finally said, “Okay, you skinny, little #@$%!, would you just shut up already? Look at me, okay? My thighs are chafing right about now.”

She shut me up alright, and years later a part of me really appreciated her intolerance for my irrational thoughts spoken out loud. Yet, I know that she didn’t completely understand where my vocal distaste about my body came from either. Nor did she know that I wasn’t trying to make anyone else feel badly about themselves. This was completely about me and my own self-loathing.

Although I was ashamed of my comments even as they poured out of my mouth, I also was hungry for reassurance that I was wrong about the way I saw myself – and about the fact that my boyfriend back home might not be living up to adage that absence makes the heart grows fonder.

On the outside, I appeared to be the epitome of confidence. I was 19-years-old touring around a foreign country. I was making A’s in my college’s honors program. Everyone said I was going places. And I was, but my mind and hurting heart were going places, too, and these places were dark and full of doubts. The truth is, I really and truly wasn’t fishing for compliments about my appearance. I really didn’t intend to make people who perhaps weren’t as thin as I was feel badly about their bodies. What I was really doing was seeking acceptance.

I was asking, “Am I good enough?” and, “Do you think he [that boyfriend of mine] still loves me?” “Do you think anyone will love me for me?”

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A Cure for Comparing: Seeing with God-Eyes

A kind reader, who said she ordered my book, recently* sent me this message:

“I was wondering if you may be able to answer a question. I see so many people look at themselves and complain about how they look. It seems that so many women like to compare themselves to others. I try not to do that. However, I seem to have the opposite problem. I look at others, and I am so grateful that God has given me all that I have. But I tend to maybe look at someone else who may be less fortunate, and I think to myself, ‘How I would not like to be in the situation!’ My question: Is this normal for me to think this way?”

This woman’s question really made me think and brings up an important point about the dangers of comparison,  a topic that I only skim the surface of in Weightless. The reader says she tries not to compare herself to others and seems to have found peace with the way she looks and finds herself feeling grateful more than envious. God bless her! Isn’t it wonderful to meet a woman who is confident and aware of her worth and God’s grace coursing through her so much so that she doesn’t seem to entertain any negative thoughts about her appearance? What a gift!

Yet, when I looked at her question further, I began to wonder: Are we still guilty of comparison even when we don’t find ourselves lacking but instead find ourselves feeling thankful that our lives are better or what we have is greater or perhaps how we look is prettier than how someone else looks? What should we do with feelings that we’re better off than the “less fortunate” or anyone who may not seem to have a very happy life?

I say work on snuffing these feelings out just like you’d snuff out envy.

Although most women, I suspect, fall into the comparison trap because they’re feeling insecure about their own life and gifts, either way, when we compare, someone loses. We either end coming out ahead, feeling better about ourselves or our lives so that the other person is degraded or pitied – even if inadvertently. Or we feel like big losers compared to Miss Polly Perfect.

Besides, we can never fairly compare because we can’t begin to grasp the interior life of someone else or what’s going on beneath the surface – whether that outer shell is shiny and pretty or damaged and full of what appears to be abject misery.

Even those of us who don’t have our own body image problems (I can honestly say I personally know about 1.5 women who have never worried about some aspect of their appearance!) still may be tempted to size others up based upon their appearance and how it compares to our own. And I’m not just talking about how pretty a woman’s hair is or the size of her nose.

Society has taught us to assume so much based on appearance. We assume beautiful people are happy. We assume tall, lean people are athletes. We give meaning to fat and thin people. Slender, attractive men and women are always successful and popular. Whereas too often people conclude that overweight people lack confidence or perhaps self-control. We might even feel sorry for people who seem to “look” the wrong way or those who have an outward appearance that might suggest illness or a hard life. We have to fight this impulse and be wary sizing people up just by looking at them.

Maybe we’re out running errands and we see a well-polished, pretty woman who is sporting a chic and very expensive suit, and we find ourselves thinking, “Wouldn’t it be nice to have money to afford that kind of outfit and those perfect highlights? I bet she has some really cool, high-powered job.”

Or maybe we think, “Wow! She must be so materialistic. I can’t believe she’d choose to spend so much money on looking like that when she could be saving starving children.”

Perhaps on another day we see someone who is deformed or maybe we notice a person who has lost all of her hair and we assume she’s fighting cancer, and we start to think, “Oh man. That poor, poor woman. How can they suffer like that? I’m so thankful I’m not her. I am so blessed!”

In the first scenario it seems clear that the internal dialogue is more comparative. We see someone that seems to have more than we do. We’re left feeling like less. Our own clothing suddenly seems shabby. Our job as an at-home mom – or whatever we do for a living – suddenly seems very unglamorous. We want what this lady in the Chanel suit has.

But do we even know what she has beyond a nice veneer? Maybe she’s been out of the workplace for years, but her husband has just died and she’s faced with supporting a family and is on her way to a job interview. Maybe she does have a high-powered job, but it stresses her out and leaves her feeling unfulfilled. Or she could be really happy. She bought that fancy suit on sale and gives plenty to charities. Whatever the case, we don’t know her or what’s going on beneath the skin and the fancy clothes. If she’s happy, we should be grateful for her gifts and joy. After all, we believe that all good things from God, right? Well, her good things are our own good things, too, because we’re all in this together invited to give glory to God for all of life’s gifts – even those that never end up in our lap but are showered upon others.

Now let’s look at the second internal dialogue. You see the same woman dressed all spiffy, and you don’t want what she has. In fact, you see her outward glamor as proof that she is superficial, maybe even greedy, and uncaring. Again, you’re jumping to conclusions. You know nothing about this woman. You are tearing her down to make yourself feel better.

What about seeing the woman who you have a hard time making eye contact with because you’re so sure she there’s inner turmoil lurking just below the scarred surface and that she is suffering terribly? Life may very well be hard for her, but does that mean she wants everyone to approach her with self-pity, or that you should feel better about your own existence in the wake of her (real or perceived) wretchedness? Be grateful for your life, yes, but not at the expense of her existence.

Maybe this woman – despite her hard life or illness or physical deformities – is someone who has a grateful soul; she doesn’t see her life as lacking at all or at least not most of the time. Whatever she suffers from has only helped grow her closer to Christ and fulfillment. She doesn’t want you to look away. She wants you to smile at her like she’s a beloved child of God. Because that’s what she is – whether cancer is eating away at her body, her face is marked with scars or a disfigurement, or she’s not sure how she’s going to make ends meet.

We’re still falling into the trap of comparing even when we are moved to feel pity toward someone because their outward appearance might suggest hardship or illness. (Or when we notice someone who may be having a bad hair day, and we think, “Well, at least my hair looks better than that rat’s nest.”)

Mother Teresa was known for her compassion; yet, she was able to serve others without making them feel like lesser people. She made everyone she met on the streets feel special and loved. She maintained their human dignity. I’ve read a lot of her writings, and she didn’t seem to be one to compare individuals’ blessings or their misfortunes. She simply saw her fellow humans’ needs and did her best to fill them with love and respect. Compassion is different than pity and evolves out of love rather than comparison.

Yes, let’s count our own blessings when we meet someone who has a rough life or appears to have one to us, but let’s also be careful to not compare or to categorize people (including ourselves) as being haves or have-nots – whether it comes to appearance or any other aspect in life. We all have the same Father. We’re not as different as we might think at first glance. When we start labeling people – even under the guise of being virtuous and compassionate – it becomes more difficult to intercede on their behalf. If we begin to accept we’re all God’s beloved sons and daughters, then when we pray or help someone else, we are really helping ourselves, too.

Even when it is clear that someone really does have a tough life and our heart overflows with gratitude for our own life, we can be grateful without diminishing this person’s dignity or her own blessings (and she may have many riches despite her impoverished life, her sickness, or loss or whatever else is ailing her). There are people out there who actually find great peace and freedom in their suffering and in their pain. They are not as deprived as we might assume.

Unfortunately, many of us have been programmed to see people through limited, biased human eyes rather than God-eyes. We jump to conclusions. We see our own or others’ external imperfections as evidence that we or they are not good enough or happy or that our faith or theirs is weak. But we are all equal in the heart and eyes of God.

When we put too much emphasis on what a person appears to be compared to the person we think we are, what we’re doing even more than falling into the comparison trap and jumping to unfair conclusions is seeing people not as human beings but as objects that are either broken or well-put together. The Church is very clear about the dignity of the human person and that we must recognize each person’s worth – from the unborn child to the disabled adult. We must train ourselves to look at people through Christ’s eyes, a lens of love. Then and only then will we begin to stop the comparison game and recognize that everyone has worth, and everyone is indeed beautiful, including ourselves.

*”Recently” is relative. I actually received her note weeks ago and promptly started writing a response, but life, as it is, got in the way. Or maybe it’s the other way around, and things that demand my attention outside of my family sometimes try to get in the way, forcing me to prioritize and to remember what’s really important – these little ones entrusted to me and a wonderful husband.

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