Wednesday, March 31, 2010

In which I review "Pistachio: A Veggie Tales Movie"




Reviewing: Pistachio: The Little Boy That Woodn't (A Veggie Tales movie)


Pistachio – The Little Boy That Woodn’t is the all-new family adventure from Big Idea Inc., featuring a helpful lesson in listening to your parents. In this creative parody of the beloved story of Pinocchio, VeggieTales® follows its unique tradition of retelling classic adventures like Lord of the Beans, Wizard of Ha’s and Minnesota Cuke! The DVD, priced at $14.99 SRP, includes the brand new Silly Song, “Where Have All The Staplers Gone,” and lots of family friendly bonus features.
“The storyline of Pistachio created the perfect opportunity to teach children the importance of family and listening to their parents,” said Greg Fritz, SVP of Sales and Marketing at Big Idea. “Everyone knows the story of Pinocchio and how he became a ‘real boy’, but Pistachio has a clever VeggieTales® twist that incorporates elements of truth from the classic tale, while emphasizing the father-son relationship and the strength of family. Parents will resonate with the desire of ‘Gelato,’ who only wants to do what’s best for his child, while kids will see that there’s ultimately great reward in listening to them.”

I normally don't review movies because we don't watch them often. But my parents have a Veggie Tales movie at their house and the tinies love it so when this came through, I thought "Why not?"

I have to be honest with this, right?

It wasn't good.

The things I like most about VT movies is that they are smart and funny with a hint of irony. They aren't overly preachy but still manage to communicate a good message.

I found Pistachio contrived and heavy-handed with the "parents know best" message. It wasn't funny. The tinies seemed to enjoy so it was watchable.

It just didn't seem like a Veggie Tales movie or the quality we've come to expect from VT.


Verdict: Better than most kid movies, but I wouldn't buy it.

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Disclosure: DVD has been provided courtesy of David C. Cook and Graf-Martin Communications, Inc. Available now at your local Christian retailer.

In which my niece, Addison, is one year old today



Happy birthday, sweetheart.

I can hardly believe it's been a year
since your Mama worked so hard
to bring you to us.
(She's an absolute rock star
even though she always jokes that
she was the biggest baby in the room.)

We love your tiny little head
your dainty bones
your toothy grin
your lopsided dimples
your wispy blonde hair
your deep blue eyes
and how you look exactly like your Dad
but smile exactly like your Mama,
all at the same time.

You're just as quirky
and weird as they are.
(You'll fit right in.)

We love your maniacal squeal of a laugh and
your wide open mouth
when you're waiting for a bite.

You never do anything halfway, do you?

We love how you always know
just what you want
and you make sure
we know it too.

We love your parents
and think they are so good
at you.
What would we all be like
without you?

We're thankful you're
our Number Nine.

We love you
for who you are
and always will.

Love Auntie

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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

In which I welcome fellow Vancouver Mom readers


I just found out that this little spot has been short listed for the Best Vancouver Mom Blogs by vancouvermom.ca. I'm absolutely tickled (and more than a little shocked, to be honest).

To cast a vote for your favourite, click here. (Hint - pick me! pick me!)

For those of you that are new here, by way of Vancouver Mom, here are my favourite posts of 2009 and some more info about me, as way of an introduction. And, of course, here's the birth story of my youngest, Joseph, that was referenced in the feature. (Hi! I'm glad you're here!)

I didn't know that there were so many of "us" here in Vancouver so I've got some catch-up reading to do!

Here are they are (I'll continue to add the links of those nominated as they are released):

30 Best Vancouver Mom Blogs

Thanks to Vancouver Mom, an excellent resource and community.
*Last updated 27 April 2010

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In which I talk about spanking

The sheer amount of visits I get to this blog simply because I once wrote a (rather ridiculous, off-the-cuff) post about spanking is sobering. (Also, the phrases that include the word "spanking" in my stats tracker can make one fairly certain of an impending apocalypse. Or at the very least, OH MY GAWD, there are some weird people out there!)

Since I get so many visits about spanking, it seemed appropriate to simply write my spanking philosophy out (and prepare for the deluge).

But there is another reason I feel the need to share this. A few weeks ago, I wrote (some think with too much honesty) about my complex relationship with Christianity and church. I always grapple with those issues, those concerns and doubts. That isn't anything new. But the impetus for my upset in this instance was related to Lydia Schatz, a nine year old girl in the States that was beaten to death by her adoptive parents. Her parents, while clearly at fault, were following a method of teaching common in many evangelical churches by the Pearl family which advocates "training up a child" or "chastisement" and literally preaches the importance of striking one's children to ensure immediate, unquestioning obedience (in this instance, with a 1/4" line of plumbing). It also has roots in other teachings surrounding child training, sleep training and other methods of control to be exercised over children.

I hate that people use God as an excuse to hit or control their children.



Full Disclosure

I am an attachment parent. I practice extended exclusive breastfeeding, baby wearing, co-sleeping and vaccine vigilance (sometimes delay, sometimes eschew) among other things. Much of my motivation for this had its roots in how my mother parented us (long before the phrase attachment parenting was bandied about or Dr. Sears was a household name) but it also has much of its roots in my faith journey and my understanding of the Father/Mother heart of God.

I admit that this type of parenting is much more natural for me. (I am not a black-and-white person by any stretch and I recognise that many people that don't practice these behaviours are wonderful parents with a strong love for their children.) But for me, parenting this way was life-giving, both for me and for my children.



Cognitive Dissonance AKA "Well, that doesn't make any sense."

I assumed I would spank. I hadn't ever thought of any alternatives. I remember mocking parents for trying to "talk things out" with their kids, laughing that the child was the boss of the parent.

After all, who among us is not the perfect parent?...until we have our own children, that is.

Many of the parents around me spanked their children. I even heard many sermons preaching that spanking is right and good and godly. In fact, one pastor taught, we should spank for every single infraction.

As my eldest in particular got older, we were faced with some decisions. It happened the first time Anne hit. I smacked her hand and said sternly, "Don't hit."

Got that? To stop her from hitting, I hit her.

My husband and I looked at each. "Well, that makes no sense," he said.



My motivation for gentle discipline

My motivation is to parent my children the way that I believe God parents me. To me, this mean unconditional love, drawing near to me, seeking transformation not adherence to a law. I want to be a path for them to follow, instead of an obstacle to overcome.

When I think about how God parents me, how Jesus loves me, it's not behaviour modification focused (just getting me to Behave Right). It's about my heart. For instance, do I want to be a nicer person by sheer force of will? Or do I want to truly be a more loving person? Why would I want less for my tinies?

Do I want quaking instant obedience? Marionettes of fear? Or do I want the hearts of my children knit to mine, obedience born out of love and understanding, a connection of joy and gentleness, self-control, kindness, wholeness and love? (I wrote here about how we practice "time-in" instead of "time-out.")



The short list of why I don't spank
  1. Personally, I believe it's morally wrong to strike a child. Also, it isn't Biblical.
  2. Hitting teaches hitting as a solution.
  3. It creates an adversarial relationship between parents and children - Us vs. Them.
  4. It can easily lead to abuse.
  5. It doesn't work over the long term.
  6. It promotes anger or gives place to anger in both the parent and the child.
  7. It doesn't teach inner discipline.
  8. It creates a behavioural response out of fear instead of love.

*The majority of this list was compiled from Dr. Sears' article on Spanking and Elizabeth Panley's article from Gentle Christian Mothers.



So what do I do if I don't spank?

Short Answer:
It depends. But I believe that respectful, positive and consistent discipline is the key.

Here are some excellent resources for techniques and ideas or methods as alternatives to spanking.



My Recommended Reading on this topic

So there you have it.

I am scared to hit "publish" because my heart isn't one of judgement or finger-pointing. I don't know more than you. I don't have anything about parenting figured out. I am learning something every day. I screw up a lot.

But I want to be honest and share my heart too.

So away I go.

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Monday, March 29, 2010

In which I review Weeks 8 & 9 of the Whole Food Challenge



Week 8 and 9

Overall Summary:

I'm actually craving fruits and veggies at this point of the game. We discovered the difference between Value and Price when it came to our chicken. I found the Perfect Pot Roast. And I promise I will not run away with Jamie Oliver. Probably.

Physically:

I took a 24 hour hiatus from the Challenge for my 31st birthday. I ate pizza and carrot cake to my heart's content. I won't lie - it tasted fantastic. But...I was so sluggish and exhausted the next day! I craved fruit and raw veggies to clear myself up.

My skin has cleared up incredibly. I highly recommend this for anyone else that suffers with eczema or skin sensitivity, as I do. Getting rid of the white flour and white sugar has healed up my skin like no medicated cream ever could or did.

My jeans are getting baggy. Which is always a good feeling, emancipated female or not.

The Budget:

I was grocery shopping and had a $10 off coupon on a big box of frozen chicken. I compared the box of frozen chicken breasts with my organic, free-from-everything-you-can-possibly-do-to-chicken chicken. And I bought the big box of cheap, frozen chicken. I brought it home and Brian was NOT happy. (His motivations for organic, free-from-everything-you-can-possibly-do-to-chicken chicken is absolutely because of the steroids/growth hormones in meat as well as the unethical treatment of the animals.) But I pleaded Price and Value.

After one meal with this chicken, we realised it wasn't just our values that necessitated this change - it was the taste! Seriously, it was AWFUL.

It didn't even taste like chicken! It was just filler. I wonder if that's why we developed all of these messy casseroles and soupy, saucy foods - our meat doesn't taste like it should. Now that we're eating real food without all of the medications or processing, it's hard to go back.

It ended up being a waste of money anyway. I'd rather buy less real chicken than more cheap, non-chicken chicken for the money.

Convenience and Time:

No major changes.


Favourite Recipe of the Week

This week, because of the chicken debacle, I thawed some stew meat from the freezer. I was rather stumped (most whole food books don't tell you much about stew meat, after all, preferring things like lentils) so I went to the Pioneer Woman for help.

And can I tell you something?

THAT POT ROAST WAS INCREDIBLE. Holy smokes. We all ate it, every bite. Joseph was groaning with joy, Brian just kept shoveling food into his mouth. Even Anne - my non-meat eater - chowed down.

Here's the recipe. I used stew meat instead of chuck roast and dried herbs instead of fresh but it was everything pot roast should be. I made mashed potatoes to go with it and we all cried with happiness.


Favourite Website/Video of the Week

Jamie Oliver is a rockstar. A few weeks ago, I included a link to Jamie Oliver's TED talk about food in this section.

I've been a fan of his since The Naked Chef years and work with disadvantaged youth in England. I became an even bigger fan when his gorgeous wife lost weight normally after having their kids, even allowing herself to *gasp* be photographed looking like ALL women look after just having a baby.

Now, after watching his new show, I may have officially entered Stalker Territory.

Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution chronicles his fight against processed foods in America. When he did a quick quiz with the children at a West Virginia school and they couldn't identify a tomato or potato, my jaw dropped. He is so passionate about food and through most of the show, while lunch ladies and kids alike turned away, I just wanted to give him a big hug.

And how about those chicken nuggets? *shudder*

Check your local listings for times and channel. You can catch up by watching the first two episodes online. It's good television.


This Week's Link Round Up:
  • Of course, Jamie Oliver's website. Tons of recipes and ideas.
  • I have a kindred spirit in Iowa. Her blog, Simple Kneads, is a fun look at her kitchen adventures and her passion for real food. I am wildly intimidated by bread (I've made it once just to say I did it) but she makes homemade bread, pizza and buns all the live long day. Her tutorial on bread making almost inspired me to try it.
  • Karen at Be En-Couraged is a faithful reader and often writes about food and health on her blog. Her large family eats primarily radically raw (and also practices unschooling).
  • If you are writing anything about food that's related, just leave your link below anytime during the week. I'll include you in the next week round up.

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In which I am experiencing a thousand gifts (309 - 327)



309. Daffodils that bloom everywhere, even the grassy medians between the roads, tangled in chain link fences, in forests and open fields. These bright, cheerful yellow flowers are everywhere in the spring.

310. Thick green grass, our return for enduring months and months of pitiless rain.

311. Falling asleep to the sound of a creek, just outside my bedroom window.

312. Silence, here on the edge of the blueberry farms in Abbotsford. After living at the corner of 6th and McBride, across from the fire station and just up the road from the Patullo, this quiet - the lack of traffic and sirens and noise - is almost weighty, it's so peaceful.

313. Long talks with my mother over a cuppa tea (for me, Americanos always for her).

314. New opportunities, options and choices for our life ahead.

315. Holding hands with my daughter.

316. Joseph's new words.

317. A good, good man.

318. Perfect pot roast, so good there weren't any leftovers.

319. The whole food challenge (recipe for aforementioned pot roast tomorrow!)

320. Having a husband that can fix ANYTHING.

321. Kids that enjoy their nap.

322. Bathtime.

323. Sunshine.

324. Fresh air in my lungs.

325. A freshly vacuumed car.

326. First birthday parties for sweet little baby girls.

It's been a while since I've counted up a few more items. When I checked, the last one was my Good Stories version. It was so life-giving to me to read it again that I'm adding it now.

327. Your stories blessing me again and again, every time I return to them.

holy experience

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Friday, March 26, 2010

In which it's nice to see a tire swing again


I'm a little tired of playgrounds these days. They are so.....safe.

That sounds weird, I know. But every playground I go to has rubber matting on the floor, nontoxic brightly coloured bars. Colours are primary and thickly coating every surface. It's miniature, everything near to the soft ground. No slide is too steep. The baby swings have short chains, covered with plastic so no fingers get pinched. No one swings too high. My kids scramble all over it, happy and busy.

It's not that the playground isn't nice. Sometimes it's just that it's so sanitized. You could be playing inside for all the interaction with the outside world you get.

The world has gone from grass to sand to gravel to shale to cement to rubber for our feet to play on. (Don't get me wrong: I'm glad we moved from cement to rubber! Ouch.)

So it was nice to find this little old playground in the rural countryside around Abbotsford this week. It was made of wood and steel. No paint. No bright colours. It had a big steel tube for a slide and tire swings and tire climbing walls. Instead of rubber matting, it had completely grown over with grass. The metal had dents from hundreds of kids pounding on it. We were shaded by trees and the daffodils grew around the perimeter.





We climbed to the top and got a little dizzy. I hung on the monkey bars, my hands aching. I wonder how I managed to swing on monkey bars for hours - literally hours, until my hands were covered in thick calluses - as a kid. They screamed into the tube slide, enjoying the echo of their voices. Joseph filled the tires with pine cones. I pulled myself up onto the bars and remembered doing "peach baskets" - gripping the backs of my knees with my hands and swinging around and around and around the bar in a whirl until the bruises rose on my hip bones (which stuck out like wings). Anne swung on the tire swing, laughing and tilting her head back.

Do you remember that feeling? That one on the swings when you flung your head back and closed your eyes and just felt yourself moving in the air, spinning?






Oh, it's good to play. Just simple, abundant living kind of play. The kind where you swing too high and yell as loud as you want and run in the grass.

Who needs video games? Who needs expensive toys? Who needs anything but a sunny day and some old playground equipment in the country with cows peering at us through the fence? Who needs anything but each other to have a good time?

The sun was setting by the time we flopped on the damp grass. The tinies were still going strong, hurtling across the soccer field, Brian racing after them, me dragging behind with hands full of dandelion bouquets, daffodils and tree branches with blossoms.


We came home, put them into jars on my kitchen window sill with tap water.

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Thursday, March 25, 2010

In which it's kind of hard to believe sometimes...


...that it's been 18 months today since this....


and this...
(oh, the smell of a new baby's little head, be still, my uterus)...

and this...


and even this...

And now, 18 months later...

Oh, he's a character all right.

He's an opinionated, loud,
ferociously charming,
rough and tumble,
fearless and reckless,
run-rather-than-walk
kind of boy.

Mr. Never Meet A Stranger,
Captain of the Good Ship,
Heckuva Kid.

He craves affection,
like his Daddy,
and clings to me like a koala.
Can you be an intense snuggler?

He kisses with his mouth wide open
laughs until he falls down
and eats like a pig.

He's charging straight out
of this baby stage,
headlong into
being such a toddler.






And, oh, how I adore this boy.


And P.S. Thanks for your opinions. I'm not so perplexed anymore. But I am surrounded and loved by some incredible people. Thank you seems inadequate for all of the love.

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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

In which I am perplexed, in need of an opinion and resorting to bribery

Comments are still welcome. But the contest is now closed. The winner is #24, Kristin. (Kristin, watch for an email from me for your address.) And to sum it up, you were all right. It seems it's pretty unanimous. Thanks for all of the encouragement and wisdom. I appreciate it - and you - more than you know!

Me, looking perplexed. And like I forgot to brush my hair this morning.

I have a question to ask you. I hope you can help.

Oh, and I'm giving away a book as a bribe! Yay for bribery!

See the thing is this: my blog is very scattered. (Stop laughing!)

Really, I'm all over the place. In just one month, I do everything from the Whole Food Challenge to emerging church commentary to poop stories to sappy love letters about my husband to my crazy views on politics.

I've had a few more writing opportunities come along. And I'm wondering if it's time to separate the blog into two blogs - one for the more mummy-blogging stuff (like family stories, parenting, simple living and the personal stuff) that would be more neutral on religion and one for my more faith driven posts around church, loving God, living loved, social justice and so on.

I've always seen my life as a congruent whole. I am all of those things. There isn't much division in my life between the sacred and the secular.

But not everyone agrees. Some people only come here for the Faith related stuff and are really turned off, distracted or irritated by the Mummy-blogging stuff (and vice versa). I don't want to make it hard to read this blog or find the stuff you're interested in reading.

So what's your opinion?

If you leave a comment with your thoughts, you'll be entered to win one of my favourite books. (Comments like "enter me" won't be considered an entry. I really need some feedback!)

You can choose between "He Loves Me! Learning to Live in the Father's Affection" by Wayne Jacobsen or "The Creative Family" by Amanda Soule.

Thanks for helping me decide on direction for Emerging Mummy. I appreciate it!

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*No one gave me those books. I'll be paying for them myself. Contest will close a week from today (Wednesday 31 March 2010) at 5:00 PM PST. I'll draw the winner using Random.org and will announce later that evening.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

In which these are catching my eyes and my heart

Catching my eyes and my heart and hopefully your attention this week:

Parenting
This beautiful, haunting, heart breakingly honest story about Nella's birth and subsequent Downs diagnosis made me ache and pray and love and rejoice. (Kellie Hampton at Enjoying the Small Things)

"On this path, there is so much planting ahead of us. It feels overwhelming and sometimes the work is exhausting. Sometimes I have to unfurl from my focus on the little patch of earth in front of me, standing to stretch cramped muscles and brushing the dirt from my knees, and I look back over the ground I've already worked. When new green growth pushes forth fruit, my resolve is renewed. To pause to enjoy the moment, then turn back to work that waits for me. Hope. Promise. Faith. Joy." - (Megan at SortaCrunchy)

Rhythm of the Home has just released their second volume (or is it called an issue?) of the magazine. I could love this online mag for the photos alone but the articles are inspiring. If you are seeking a more simple, mindful way to parent, this is a good resource. It's the brainchild of a blogger I quite love/stalk, Heather at Shivaya Naturals and her good friend. Heather's post about How to Love a Child just blessed my socks off.

I am doing a lot of thinking/reading/praying about education these days. I have absolutely no conclusions yet - public vs. private vs. homeschool vs. unschooling - let alone all of the philosophies within each of those! But for those of you that are as overwhelmed as I am about the topic, i found this quick "cheat sheet" on educational philosophies (and part 2 with more, here) rather helpful. (From Simple Homeschool)
Writing/Life
The success of others doesn't equal your failure so it's important to celebrate their joys as well as your own, according to Stephanie. A good reminder. (Stephanie at Metropolitan Mama)

Faith and Church

This was an interesting start to a series that Skye Jethani is doing about the "De-churched". I am counting myself more and more among these ranks in some ways. " On one side the de-churched are leaving because they’ve received a false gospel that made promises God has failed to fulfill. On the other side are deeply committed Christians who are finding more meaningful authenticity, mission, and transformation outside the institutional structures of the church. What is the church supposed to do?

Simple Living

10 Beauty Products in Your Kitchen. Since I do have skin sensitivies (part of the reason for my Whole Food Challenge), this was very interesting to me. Plus from a frugalista perspective, you can't go wrong, right? (From Simple Organic)


Just for the Fun of It

If you need a good laugh, oh, just watch this video. (RSS readers, you'll have to click through, I believe.)


I heart parodies about Hollywood. (laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh)



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Monday, March 22, 2010

In which I (surprise, surprise) have an opinion about healthcare reform

I have been making judicious use of my Unfollow option on Twitter and of the Hide button for my Facebook friends this week, particularly yesterday. We have completely stopped watching any American news channels for the same reason.

Why?

Because in another country they had a vote on health care reform.

It strikes me as ridiculous that my life is bothered by that. But it's true. And it's not because my husband is American and therefore is up in arms himself. (He's not.)

It's because of the unmitigated ANGER. Raging, white hot, unreasonable anger. The complete loss of civility is astounding.

The tone of the debate seems absolutely full of rage. I've never seen anything like it. I have friends - ones that I know are good, decent people, that wouldn't hurt a flea - screaming obscenities at each other, raging at government to the extent that one, not knowing them, would be concerned that there would be a mass domestic terrorism incident.

Over health care?

Seriously?

I could understand the rage over child abuse, child soldiers, starvation, genocide, sex trafficking. Every day, in our work at Mercy, we hear the most horrific stories from women that are battling terrifying abuses that were inflicted on them - sometimes by their fathers. Now that gets me angry.

But over health care?

I know Americans love to debate and figure things out. I know that they don't like to be told what to do. I know that they are an independent, proud and passionate country.

But this is not debate. This is not passion. This is not healthy. This is pure anger, hatred, fear, gloating, finger pointing, sarcasm, bitterness, judgment, misrepresentation (and, frankly, it's on both sides, but I am more stunned by the people that profess to be Christians and yet feel that they somehow get a pass about the whole "walking in love" thing when they're dealing with politics).

I mentioned something on my profiles about the tone and was inundated with people that felt the same way and others that were still lit up and perceived my comments as an attack. And then got a lot of private messages asking my opinion, as a Canadian, of health care overall.

(So if you want to know what I think: here is what I've said. If you don't care, skip this part in italics.)

About the HCR thing, I don't really have an opinion about the Big Bad Bill in particular. I haven't read it and don't really follow the intricacies of the American system much anymore. I did when we lived down there (obviously it affected my life much more then) but after the last election, I simply opened my hand and let it all go. I don't follow American news any longer. So I have no opinion about this bill in specifics. Ask me what I think about the HST in BC and that's a different story, of course.

Overall though, I am strongly in favour of universal health care. I have been in our system my entire life with the exception of the 8 years I spent in the States.
I don't think our system is perfect. By any stretch. But it's moral and it's right and we run a pretty darn good system. There is no one between me and my doctor. I get procedures when I need them. I haven't experienced unreal wait times or anything. I chose my doctor. Almost everything is covered including a home birth or midwife or chiropractor etc. It's not just old-school medicine or sub-par doctors.

Personally, I have found our system more focused on health and preventative care. And don't even get me started on the inhumane treatment of mothers and children behind the American maternity leaves - I get 12 months off here after my babies, with benefits and pay, to encourage bonding, breastfeeding etc. Meanwhile, the American mothers have to leave their 8 week old babies at the daycare centre. So much for family values. My husband (born and raised American in the heartland) is appalled by it and often remarks that for a nation that talks so much about family values, their legislation sure doesn't prove it with health care and maternity leaves etc.

The big thing I notice is that the quality of care is phenomenal here. When I was in the States, we suffered a couple of miscarriages. Once I wasn't a cash cow any longer to the system, I was persona nongrata. On the other hand, because money isn't a factor in my care, when I had another miscarriage here, I went to emergency, got in fairly quickly and then had the doctor sit with us for a good while, explaining, consoling, crying with us. Every nurse gave me such love and compassion and TIME. It was amazing.

Then when I had my two babies finally, we received excellent care. No one pushing for c-sections, no thoughts of liabilities or anything. Just what is best for the mother and the baby. Very pro-breastfeeding and maternal bonding, seeing childbirth not as an illness to be cured but an exciting natural occurence. All of my grandparents have passed and their end-of-life care was phenomenal - humane, gentle, kind and comprehensive.

The big thing for me isn't even those things. Those are the details that eventually work themselves out if you're committed to the end result - health care for everyone. If you really believe that it is a pro-life issue - like I do - then you will find a way to make it work. The first iterations might not look fabulous - our system has gone through many changes over the years as we seek the best way to meet the needs of the country - but it evolves and reforms over time.

A quick story and I'm done. Our "socialist" system actually had its origins in a born-again small town pastor in Saskatchewan. In the 60s, he saw the toll of the profit system of the least of these, the poorest and the hard working middle class. He organized and eventually ran for government and put in universal health care in their province. It was a huge deal and the doctors even went on strike for a piece. But it calmed down once everyone saw how well it worked and suddenly it spread across the entire nation. We had a national contest that really captured the imagination of the country to choose the Greatest Canadian. The guy that won was Tommy Douglas - that small town prairie preacher.


Even the pragmatists realized that it's in my best interest for more people to be healthy - because then they go to work! Same thing with education - it's in my best interest for people to be well-educated and healthy, right? Health care will never be a deficit reducer. But to our way of thinking, we'd rather spend the money on keeping people healthy and getting them educated (because then they work! They pay taxes! They make money! They change the world! etc.) than leaving them sick, broke and/or in prison. Either way you're spending money, it's just where you want to spend it. People that are healthy are productive.

No one should profit from the health of a person. No one should profit from anyone else's misfortune; in my opinion, that completely goes against the message of Jesus.



Ultimately, I don't think that America is in any major danger of disintegrating over a health care bill. Even if it is a disaster from start to finish (which I don't even know if it is!). Americans, as I said before, are a very strong, passionate, proud people. It would take more than that to wreck the country - it's too bad that many have such a poor view of their ability to rise above.

I found these guidelines for Christian civility very useful:
  1. We Christians should be in the pocket of no political party, but should evaluate both candidates and parties by our biblically-based moral compass.
  2. We don’t vote on only one issue, but see biblical foundations for our concerns over many issues.
  3. We advocate for a consistent ethic of life from womb to tomb, and one that challenges the selective moralities of both the left and the right.
  4. We will respect the integrity of our Christian brothers and sisters in their sincere efforts to apply Christian commitments to the important decisions of this election, knowing that people of faith and conscience will be voting both ways in this election year.
  5. We will not attack our fellow Christians as Democratic or Republican partisans, but rather will expect and respect the practice of putting our faith first, even if we reach different conclusions.

Many of us all over the world are continuing to pray for America. (Obviously, Brian is American so he follows it a bit more closely.)

But my status update and comments there - as well as this blog post - are much more about the tone of the debate than the content.

I know many of you disagree with my opinion about universal healthcare. And you know what? That's okay. I don't mind being disagreed with (much) nor do I think less of anyone who has come to a different conclusion. I respect you and your opinions and conclusions.

So all of that to say - I'll be mighty glad when it's done, one way or another.



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Saturday, March 20, 2010

In which we cut off his golden ringlets at last



Mourn with me, friends.

Joseph's enormous, flossy, golden ringlets are no more.

After standing strong in the face of many "What a beautiful girl!" comments and even enduring my family's assertion that it had turned into a mullet, I finally gave in. We took Joseph for his first haircut this week.

I was proud of myself because I did not stampede right into The Ugly Cry (heaving, red nose, hiccups...you get the idea) but just quietly cried as they shingled his hair. We have one long ringlet tucked into his baby book.

His hair is super coarse and heavy, just such "boy hair'. It took me about a day to get used to it but Brian swears Joseph is happier (whatever).

He doesn't look as much like a baby anymore. Now he looks like an 18 month old little toddler boy.

The good news is that he still snuggles.






Friday, March 19, 2010

In which it's my 31st birthday today!


If I was a more savvy blogger, I'd be hosting a week long giveaway complete with enormous prizes.

But I'm not. And I don't think you guys care much.

So I'll just say, happy birthday to me! I turn 31 today. I'm sure one of these days I'll start to feel like a real grown-up. In the meantime, I'll enjoy the sunshine and a 24 hour hiatus from the Whole Food Challenge.

I may also unroll my windows and sing very loudly in the car. And I may raise a glass of wine to myself later tonight and then do a very embarrassing rendition of "Go, Sarah, it's your birthday! Go on, party! Like it's your birthday!"

Or maybe not.
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Thursday, March 18, 2010

In which an SUV full of Responsible Suits show me the way


We live between the ocean and the mountains so days like today, the days without any cloud cover at all, are few and far between in the winter. It's nearly spring now and the cherry blossoms have burst open with pink and white along the roads. The sky, a blue ocean above, the sun still far enough away that it's cold outside. The air is hard and bright so my sunglasses are on.

I'm on my way home right now, driving on a back road, just at the speed limit. I'm passing blueberry fields and horses, trees and cow pastures, the mountains are rising up to meet us. Mt. Baker is cold and white in the distance. My windows are rolled up and I'm listening to the news.

Then, coming towards me in the other lane, is an extraordinary sight. It stops at what my daughter refers to as The Octagon so I get a good look. It's a large SUV, pearl white, full of Responsible People Wearing Suits. All men and women, buttoned up to their chins, wearing layers of importance.

But their windows are all rolled down and the music is blaring. Their hands are all out of the windows, flapping, catching the breeze. They are laughing, these middle-aged Responsible People in Suits, waving their hands outside, screaming their joy at being alive and out in the sun, away from the office for a sunny afternoon and driving too fast down a back road.

They whip past me and just like that, I unroll my window. I turn the music on and, look there, I just left 10 years behind me. I'm picking up speed now, just over the speed limit. My heart is racing and the joy is creeping in. I stick my arm out the window, surfing the air with my fingers, like a teenager. My arm is freezing but I feel alive. I tip my face toward the window so that the cold wind stings my face, making me catch my breath.

It's a beautiful day outside. There isn't a stop light for kilometres and the music is good. I'm singing out loud. My hand is out in the sun, spread wide, a river of wind running through my fingers. I'm filling my lungs with the cold, clean, new air, driving home to Love.

Oh, it's good to be alive in the spring!
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