Inspiration Monday – The (Official) Birth of a Family

Justin + Zeb

It’s been a busy few weeks. Two spent in Southern California, visiting, meeting, working, creating and exploring. And then we headed back to Nevada for a very special court date.

Yes! It’s official! Justin and Zeb’s adoption has been finalized! :D

It feels good to call official what we’ve known for almost a decade. It also felt really amazing to see my 11 year old bouncing up and down in his seat with The.Biggest.Grin on his face as the judge announced it so.

Now we’re hanging in town for another week, wrapping up our loose ends and hanging out deep in my Creative Cave while I iron out the last of my new e-book. After that? We’re cruising up the West Coast and anxiously awaiting Northern California.

I’m going to be editing photos for ages…you know, if I ever get started.

In the meantime, here’s some inspiration I’ve been swimming in:

Phew! That’s a lot of inspiration! It’s been a good month.  :)

What’s Inspiring You?

Leave your comment, blog your own post, or just spend a second to appreciate the good things in your life. :)

Good Men Do Exist

I remember being pregnant with Zeb and facing the decision every young mother is forced to faced. Being 17 and looking at single-motherhood pretty much guarantees that people will go to great lengths to scare the shit out of you.

The intentions might be well-meaning but the message still feels pretty miserable: Parenting sucks, it’s too hard for you to do alone, you’re too young to do this right and oh, by the way, you’re doomed to be single and miserable because no guy will ever date a woman with a kid.

To one extent or another, by someone in my young life, I was told those things. And I could talk at length at about each one of them and what they did to my thoughts and intentions.

But I’m going to focus on the last one right now.

…you’re doomed to be single and miserable because no guy will ever date a woman with a kid.

It was a pretty classic men-are-dogs message that I heard and a fairly damaging one at that. Not only was I was told to hate Zeb’s bio-dad, I was told to expect the worst from any other man I happened to come across.

And it was total bullshit.

There are men out there who aren’t acting maliciously toward their children or the mother’s of their children. There are men out there who are nothing but human beings doing the best they can with what they have.

There are good men out there who do incredible things for children who are and aren’t biological their own.

I’m married to one. And I had a child with another.

Really Emotional News

Zeb’s bio-dad backed out of the picture when Zeb was two. He wasn’t a “dead beat dad”…he was a deeply conflicted and hurting man. He was living the consequences of several negative choices he had made. And he was doing the best he could with the tools he had.

By leaving, he did the very best thing for his son at that time.

It takes an incredible amount of strength to do that and I won’t begrudge him that.

Justin came into our lives when Zeb was only one year old. I don’t remember when Zeb started calling him Dad, probably somewhere around the age of three, when we were married.

Playing Together

Silly Together

ATV riding

Zeb and Justin feeding "Foody"

Scooters

Fishing

Filing Paperwork

Over the past ten years of the three of us being together, I’ve watched this remarkable man stretch himself to grow into the father that Zeb needed him to be. I’ve watched him teach Zeb to ride a bike, play catch or just cuddle on the couch together. I’ve watched the two of them fight together and fart together…you know, like fathers and sons do. :)

Over the past ten years, there has never been any doubt in anyone’s minds that Justin is Zeb’s dad, but inspired by Heather, we decided to align the legalities with the Truth.

Justin, with the help of Zeb’s bio-dad, is adopting Zeb.

I’m overwhelmed by these two amazing men: One, who had the courage and love to step into fatherhood so many years ago…

And the other, with more love than I’ve ever heard in anyone’s voice, through his own pain and without any ego, gave the greatest gift to his child that he had to give.

My heart is so full of love for Zeb’s bio-dad. I hold no resentment or anger toward him. I see his heart and I know he’s only ever done the best he could.

My heart is so full of passion for my husband and Zeb’s Dad. He fills our lives with his love each and every day. This adoption is just paperwork to confirm what’s been true for years.

Such enormous choices, such enormous gifts.

Only truly incredible men can do what they have both done.

Here’s to good men everywhere, doing the best they can and in unconventional ways.

Our 4th Unschooling Anniversary (And Growth)

Getting Ready

Swing High

Flying Boy

I love unschooling. I know that probably goes without saying, but it’s good for me to be reminded sometimes. :)

Yesterday was our fourth unschooling anniversary. Four years ago we made one choice that changed our world. And today I’m reminded just how phenomenal and empowering a choice it was. See, I don’t love unschooling because of its “results.”

I love unschooling because of what it gives us: freedom, space to heal and the courage to live passionately.

Four years ago, I stood before a child that was angry and sad. I stood before him with questions about how to help him and how to ignite the interests he once had. I was worried that he no longer loved to read or wanted to play with numbers or patterns.

Our life was anxious and nervous and uncertain.

In school he felt a lot of pressure to perform, took to heart anything that sounded like criticism, and became paralyzed by fear of failure. Even things he enjoyed and excelled in were avoided.

Reading was one of those things.

Although we had been reading since he was an infant, although he was excited to learn to do it on his own, and although he picked up on it quickly and easily, he was before me declaring his hatred for books. With pressure, judgment and limitations placed on him his loved for books suffered.

But unschooling changes those things.

Living outside school gave us the freedom to be ourselves, the space to heal our wounds and the courage to live passionately.

As I type this today, four years later, I’m sitting beside my 11 year old as he writes his first novel. And it’s not just any novel; he’s writing an epic fantasy novel.

My heart is so big and happy right now. :) I wish there was a smiley with it’s eyes closed and it’s face basking in the sun. Because that’s how I feel, as though I’m basking in the glow of a beautiful life.

My son is writing a novel. And I’m not concerned with any of the details, the grammar or spelling or “doing it right”. I’m not even concerned if he doesn’t make it past the second chapter (because he’s already finished the first…and it was Oh.So.Good).

I’m concerned with feeding his passion and his desire to want to do something So Big, so outside his usual comfort zone.

I’m concerned with supporting his sense of empowerment, as he chooses to do something that conventional wisdom wouldn’t expect from him.

I’m concerned with helping him feel the potential within him, to know he CAN, even if he chooses not to.

I’m concerned with his sense of freedom, giving him the space to grow and feeding his courage to live passionately.

Because those are the things that nurture a personal definition of success.

Those are the things that change things.

Green Bay Highlights

We spent several weeks in La Crosse, Wisconsin, spending time with Justin’s family. He’s posted those highlights here.

After La Crosse, we headed back across Wisconsin to a small town an hour outside Green Bay. Zeb’s Gramma flew into town and we met her at her brother’s home for five beautiful days.

Tom and Mary live on a beautiful beach lake. We happened to reach them just as the weather cooled down. It could not have been a more serene setting.

We spent the first day playing with cousins, eating yummy food (they had a plethora of yummy gluten-free foods just for me!) and enjoying the water.

On the beach

Blondies

Digging

The next day was much the same: tubing, boating, playing in the sand, hooping, eating, chatting.

Too Fast

WI Tubing

Hooping on the beach

Gramma Hooping

The third day was spent in one of Justin’s favorite places: Lambeau Stadium! We toured the stadium, inside and out. By far the most memorable part was walking through the players’ tunnel. As you start to walk down the door opens, you hear insane cheering and the announcer introduces “the team”. It was hilarious and exciting to have a taste of what the players must experience as they come out on the field.

Cheers From The Tunnel

Stadium View

The fourth day was spent on the lake again. This time we also did a bit of birding and actually saw a American Bald Eagle! I can’t describe how beautiful and majestic this bird was; a very powerful site to see. Zeb had even seen the nest on an earlier boat ride; apparently the nests are about 5 feet in diameter!

Birding

The Boat

Family Photo

The day to leave came too soon. I was worried that Zeb would have a difficult time saying goodbye, like he did in Nashville. But he was impressively calm. Perhaps knowing we would see her again in a few short months for the holidays helped…or maybe, as he said, he’s just getting older. Either way it’s amazing to see so much change in him these past few months. He’s just such an amazing kid. :)

More photos from our time on the lake can be found here.

Current Location: Heading into Decorah, Iowa today through Saturday!

Everything As A Resource (Or Things I Never Thought I’d Say)

Well Connected

I’ve recently said two things I never thought I’d say:

  1. “I really just want to eat, not smell dirty underwear.”
  2. “I’m getting my 10 year old 11 year old a cell phone.”

I won’t even try to explain the first. But the second…well, it’s pretty self-explanatory. Zeb got a cell phone for his birthday.

He has actually been asking for a cell phone for about a year. But I wouldn’t even consider it. I was stuck on the idea of buying a ‘tween a cell phone and the social stigma that it carries with it.

But now that we’re on the road, the reasons were mounting. First, he’s often invited for sleepovers with new friends and we want him to have easy access to us without feeling awkward about waking anyone up to use their phone in the middle of the night. And there are times when he stays home by himself while we run errands or go for walks.

But most importantly, he misses his friends and needs more connection with them. And when we could add another line, a few more minutes and free Friends & Family phone numbers to keep him connected to the people he loves for less than we spend on a trip to the bookstore, why wouldn’t we? It would be selfish not to.

There is a lot of debate about kids and cell phones. Some of it I understand (like the possible affects of radiation on growing kids), but some I struggled with (like the arbitrary age we impose as “acceptable” to own one).

But it wasn’t until I could see his needs that I even realized my own hypocrisy.

See, I don’t think our kids are “growing up too fast” just because they have the same technology an adult uses; Zeb has his own computer, after all. And I don’t feel they’re spoiled because they have a tool that is hardly treated as a “luxury” anymore in our modern world. And why the hell aren’t kids entitled to luxuries anyway?

Insisting that kids can’t have something we ourselves use and enjoy (and can hardly imagine life without) is just another way of insisting kids aren’t people, with opinions and desires as valid as our own.

Sticking to my stubborn and unfounded opinions and holding tight to a few extra bucks a month I was invalidating my child’s need (or desire, which is still a need on some level), as well as his position as a whole, equal and meaningful person in our family. It was me insisting on what he needed and deserved and telling him we deserved more. Youch!

I’m not saying every parent should run out and buy their kids a cell phone or that you’re somehow a bad parent if you don’t. What I am saying is I think we’re better off looking at things we feel is automatically off limits to our kids as just another resource.

This means not vilifying their interest in owning something we own and working with our children to meet their needs…in whatever way makes the most sense to all parties involved. That means looking at a cell phone no differently than an art class or a giant sleepover or a new book: things like budget and capabilities can be considered together and, if necessary, goals can be created and met cooperatively.

In our circumstance, Zeb’s new cell phone is something we remember to charge for him at night, I carry in my purse most days and we foot the bill for. It’s not tied to his chores and it’ll never be taken away from him. And it’s something he sees no differently than he does any other “thing”: it’s a resource, one more thing to enjoy and use as needed, but nothing to obsess about (like his parent’s used to, I might add).

What do you think? Do you see everything as a resource
or are some things off limits?

If you’d like to discuss this particular issue in depth, I’m available for coaching.