Monday, October 16, 2017

We Belong to One Another

There is a theme that has risen to the surface for me the past several months, and I always pay attention to these themes that appear for a season, as they almost always speak to me of approaching changes or opportunities.  For the past year and a half or so the theme of "letting go of ego" was incredibly valuable for me to work with, and it appeared before me in writings, in real life examples, and in song.  Clearly, the Spirit was working with me to elicit much needed shifts in thinking.  Letting go of my own ego's needs was highly important as I moved on to this next stage of my life, and it allowed me to let go of circumstances that were unhealthy for me.

The theme recently cropping up is about loneliness and belonging.  Article after article is being written about American's loneliness and isolation, and that isn't reserved just for the elderly.  Our digital world allows for more communication, but it is often shallow, lacking depth and authenticity.  We are fooled by the number of Facebook friends we have, the number of "likes" we get on Instagram, or the number of page views we get on our blogs.  It leads to ego feeding, as well as soul hiding...the more we reveal, the less authentic we sometimes become and we only allow our "public persona" to show.  It leaves us ever more alone, contrary to what our social media statistics might say.  There is nothing quite like connecting in person with someone, where body language can be read, where a hand can be touched, where a glance can say it all. 

We humans have an innate desire to belong.  Isolation is not our preferred state, and it actually does incredible harm.  But being around others is not at all the same as belonging to others, and it is the sense of belonging that fills us up, brings us the deepest satisfaction, and nurtures our souls so we can continue on as the healthiest versions of ourselves.  When we don't belong, we yearn for something we can't quite put our finger on...we ache inside, and we are very often afraid of appearing vulnerable so we never reveal our heart's longing to feel we belong.

Our family recently experienced about a year and a half long period of gradually deepening mourning and loss, and it caused us to pull inward while still searching for our new place to belong.  Leaving our old church family was necessary and powerful, but sometimes doing what you have to do still leaves you lonely and feeling a little desolate.  We are a fairly social bunch, even the introverts among us (That would be Matt, Olesya and I!), and we need community.  The Mother Theresa quote above speaks to it well, we had no peace because we didn't belong to anyone.

Finding our new church home, Shepherd of the Valley Lutheran Church, was an incredible blessing, and though everyone was as warm and welcoming as could be, what we felt when we joined was really more the potential to really belong rather than a reality that had been lived into.  Creating connections with others takes time, it takes opportunity to be together, and it takes an open heart and a willingness to be vulnerable on both sides.  The distance is making it a little harder to enter into communal life because we simply can not be there for everything, and the two and a half hour round trip might make others hesitate to ask us to attend things, because they are sensitive to the amount of time it are we, and it has made us hesitant to ask others into our home as well because of the time imposition.

But what about when people truly work at trying to get to know you?  What happens when effort is made, and when others actually want you to feel you belong?  Magic, pure and simple, that's what happens. 

Yesterday, our family was invited to brunch at the home of one couple from church who were themselves long past child raising years, and we were joined by another lovely couple from choir who has truly gone out of their way to chat with us each and every time they see us.  Their excitement at having all of us was surprising, as honestly, who really wants a 15 passenger van full of teens rolling up and emptying out to fill up your home, and eat like there is no tomorrow? 

So much thought and care had been put into hosting us, even to the point of a phone call earlier in the week to check on drink preferences for the kids!  We walked in to a gorgeous fall tablescape, and were instantly made to feel at home.  Though the food was wonderful, what really filled us up was the fact that every adult at the table spoke directly with the kids, even having given thought to questions to ask them to elicit responses.  Stories were shared by everyone, as we also got to know our new friends better and gained a sense of their own history that we had not been present for.  It is hard to try to get to know a large group of people whose lives have been intertwined for many years, and you don't know the backstory.  We have been lucky that so many have taken the time to share or explain things, reflecting a sensitivity to our lack of institutional knowledge. 

This theme of belonging emerged earlier in the day when we had a guest speaker in worship from a program called Mosaic, which serves those with developmental delays.  The program director shared about how we have to move beyond the "acts of charity" in terms of being inclusive, to understanding that every single person has dreams, needs community, and has something to offer the world. Regardless of what delays a person may have or disabilities that they struggle with, everyone needs to belong in an authentic way that doesn't wreak of tokenism.  I don't even need to tell you how much of an impact this made on Kenny, in particular, as he nodded and grinned throughout her time speaking with us.

Another mental picture of belonging formed as I returned to the sanctuary a little late as Bible study had already started, and there without any other LaJoy present was Matt sitting alongside a long time member who he was quietly visiting with. I don't even know why that hit me the way it did, but there was a companionable comfort level that Matt doesn't often have with others.  His wife soon joined them, and there was Matt, right between the two of them as if he just belonged there.  The rest of the family soon joined me in the pew behind, and we all shared our thoughts on the topic for the day, just as if we had been doing this for years. 

Belonging...when one looks up the definition, one meaning of the word is "a close or intimate relationship, a sense of belonging".  It doesn't just mean you have agreed to join something or are included, but in its truest sense it also can imply acceptance and intimate knowing. 

Standing in the living room after brunch, as we slowly began to make our way towards the door to leave, all eleven of us formed an unplanned circle as everyone was laughing and engaged with one another on a little deeper level.  Each of the kids had been intentionally conversed with, not just as "those LaJoy kids" but as unique individuals...they were "seen" in a new way.  Often folks lump them together as a gaggle of kids, and rarely take the time to get to know them each for the funny, terrific, wonderful young people they are (OK, I am their mom and this is MY blog, so sue me if I think they totally rock~!!!). 

There was a warmth felt in this group that touched me deeply, and how could I not feel we belonged when both of our hosts, near tears, spoke of the blessing it was to have us as part of the congregation.  Try as I may, there really is no way to express how important church is to our family, how special this community is to us, and how desperately we need God's presence in our lives through the very hearts of these people...our new church family.  Our life together in this family is not an easy one, but it is one I wouldn't trade with a single soul.  However, without God, we are flat out not going to make it.  We have too much we are struggling against, too much lack of acceptance of our differences when we are "in the world", too much that feels so hard on a daily basis.  The joy we have is something each and every one of us is convinced comes solely from God being smack dab in the middle of our lives. 

I couldn't help it, and just as we were ready to leave, I said it felt like we should part in prayer.  Holding hands, some familiar, some less so, but all recognizing that we are part of God's wider family and that we all desire to share God's love, we prayed together. 

And in that moment, we all belonged to one another. 

Monday, October 09, 2017

Leaning In

I have been pondering how to approach writing this post for several days, and even now as I sit to try and write for the third time I know I don't have it quite right, but it won't leave me so I will give it a shot, and apologize ahead of time if it is incoherent or plain old pointless.  It is long, it is winding, it is heartfelt, and it needs to be written if only to reinforce things for myself. 

This week was a profoundly important one for both Kenny and I.  Our day long annual cleft lip and palate clinic was unremarkable as it pertained to Kenny's health, and the next surgery will be delayed a year as his orthodontic work needs to be further along.  However, it was only afterward that we understood the real reason the two of us were alone for an extended period of time.

God had some work to do on our hearts and minds.

The past several months, we have sort of "lost" our deeper, more enthusiastic Kenny.  At first Dominick and I attributed it to summer haze, and the lack of working his brain daily on school work.  Over time, it became more clear that something more was going on.  Since he turned18, I have tried to back off a bit more, to allow him space to mature and take on more of his own life.  He has also been encouraged by us to advocate for himself, to explain to others that he has a disability and needs supports in place in the form of other people helping him, extra time to record things so he won't forget, etc.  In other words, I have been doing the same thing in many ways as I have with Matt who is 8 months younger...letting him run his own life more, and stepping back.

Kenny, in turn, has pulled back a bit, trying to live into his 18 year old self while being far more aware than any other 18 year old young man ought to be of the gentle pressure his special needs place on my own shoulders.  He recognizes that being his "second brain" is no easy task, and he wants to make it as easy as possible on me. 

Wow...what a bust this has all been.

What has happened is we have a more disconnected son, both with us and with the world at large.  Kenny has grown apathetic, "flat", disengaged.  His passions have fallen by the wayside, and his overall demeanor has been to just "settle" for the mundane.  Watching this gradually happen, I was stumped as to the cause.  Was he giving up on a future?  Was he more content to just give in to his disabilities?  Had I failed him in some way?

It was at Shriner's where we both began to notice one specialists dealt with us throughout the day, many made us feel incredibly uncomfortable about being a "team", about having me present to help answer questions correctly, to interject as needed, and to assist where Kenny struggled.  They made me feel like a heavy handed, pushy helicopter mom which made me naturally pull back, and they made Kenny feel as if he wasn't "stepping up to the plate" as a young adult.  No amount of explanation of this invisible disability seemed to help, and we have noticed how regularly people are treating us this way outside the medical setting as well.

The psychologist, who should have truly been trained at least a little in Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder (FASD) was actually the worst, trying to insist that I not be present for the interview.  I offered to sit back down but also added, "He has already answered important questions incorrectly today, and he thinks he is right, so go ahead but you are not likely to get correct information."  I told her I would sit silently, and Kenny could answer anything as best he could without my input.  She reluctantly relented, though was clearly displeased, despite Kenny saying he wished for me to be there to help answer questions if his brain hiccuped.

Despite the fact that Kenny had already confidently stated he had never had issues with anesthesia, when he had definitely had issues in the past.

Despite the fact that Kenny couldn't recall the name of the medication he is on.

Despite the fact that Kenny offered the wrong dosage amount of that medication.

Despite the fact that Kenny had to stop and think when asked about how many siblings he had.

Despite the fact that Kenny could not at all recall what grade he is in.

Despite the fact that Kenny couldn't name a single activity or interest he had when asked, and his brain just blanked out.

Despite the fact that Kenny, though he tripled checked his packing, had not brought anything to sleep in and slept in jeans for two nights because I hadn't checked all of his items myself.

All of this, which happened in a single day, and still we are made to feel as if somehow, we are unhealthily yoked to one another.  How anyone could witness such lapses and not understand Kenny's difficulties and the need to have someone assist him is beyond me, but somehow he is still deemed the "boy who never grew up" and I am the proverbial "helicopter mom".

It was on the drive back to the airport the next day where the light dawned on us both.

"Kenny," I started, "What do you think is really going on for you these days?  You just aren't yourself any more, and I don't know what to do.  Have you given up?  Is there something I can do different?"

He sat there, mulling it over, and eventually responded that he just didn't really know, but he agreed that he felt "flat", and had for several months. We spent the next few minutes sort of warming to the conversation, each of us feeling our way toward the exact words to describe what was going on.

Then we started talking about the day at Shriner's, and how awkward it really is becoming for both of us with others who don't understand.  We can't find the right words to help others see that Kenny needs regular assistance, even if on some days it looks like he doesn't.  He is so understanding about my side of this, how it feels to be in my shoes and be judged. 

As we continued to talk, poking and prodding at the problem at hand, it slowly clicked for us what our real problem is. 

I need to Lean In.

I have leaned out too far, and though understandable at this stage in his life for the normal brain, it is causing a disconnect for Kenny.  And I have leaned out because others who think they know what is best for him have judged both he and I, and we are each too busy trying to keep others from judging us or making comments.  We have cast aside what works for us, because it disturbs others to see how we must be a team.

Finally, Kenny turned to me and said, "Mom, I know this is hard, but what I want to do is give you permission because maybe that will help make it easier for you, and make you feel less like a pushy mom.  I need you to take control, I need you to tell me what to do on some things.  I don't want to be a burden on you, but I am afraid I will have no life at all if you don't because my brain just can't.  Others will never understand, and it bothers me so much what people say to you that they don't have the guts to say to dad or me, but I am giving you permission to push me, to tell me what to do when I don't get it, and to help me have a real life."

He put his arm around me, and said, "Please be my helicopter!" and with tears in my eyes, we both laughed.

You see, without help, Kenny's brain doesn't initiate actions on his own.  We have seen a dullness settle in because he has spent far too much time this summer in front of screens playing video games or watching cartoons (Yes, at 18 he loves cartoons, Sponge Bob being his favorite...FASD means mixed maturity.), and I have let him try and direct himself around things because he is an adult and it feels wrong to dictate to an adult what they can and can't do with their free time.  Yet, as he pointed out having observed me with Matt and Josh, I am naturally a non-helicopter mom...letting them fly places alone, ride bikes all over town alone, handle their social life on their own, etc. So Kenny wisely explained to me that my natural parenting style is in conflict with what he needs, which is the exact opposite, and yet then when I do "lean in", I get criticized which is even harder because it really ISN'T who I am or how I parent. 

This kid is so astute, it blows me away sometimes.  He has the ability to see things from so many different angles, he always makes me see things differently.

But Kenny can't do what other 18 year olds can do, he can't have free time and actually think of what to do with it.  Yea, seriously.  So he defaults to the screen.  It isn't that he doesn't want a variety of things in his life, but his brain can't initiate it.  For example, he will only buy blue Powerade.  Why?  He loves the other flavors, too, but as he explained it, his brain can't handle making choices so it picks one, and as he says, "defaults" to it.  Same thing with eating out, he never veers from getting a hamburger, even when at a place where he loves other foods...because his default makes it easier than sorting through choices.  He has even asked me to suggest a different flavor or meal so he has diversity, because he literally can not do it himself.

So Kenny, without direction, defaults to the "easy" setting, using a screen.  He admits he doesn't even LIKE it as much as he does it, and the minute someone suggests something else, he will jump to do it, but his broken brain can't initiate it in the moment. 

No one understands that my son, without guidance for the rest of his life, will stop doing things because he can't make them happen on his own.  How does one explain THAT to someone?  My son is brain damaged. He doesn't look it, and often, he doesn't act it.  He is also highly intelligent.  But he is brain damaged, and nothing will change that. 

All day, throughout our travels, our conversation continued as we tore apart the last several months, dissecting it so that we could reconstruct a way to walk through life that will work for each of us.  Oh, this lovely young man of mine cares SO MUCH about my life, too!  We talked about his future, his dreams...which he admitted he had sort of cast aside recently because it seemed too hard to reach for them if he didn't have me as his partner.  He was willing to settle because he thought everyone else would think it was stupid for him to have his mom by his side helping him, and I was willing to allow him to settle because everyone else keeps telling me I am somehow parenting him poorly.

They don't know, they never have and they never will.  And I am sorry, but I will be DAMNED if I am going to let what works SO WELL in that brain be wasted solely to satisfy others!!!

As the day wore on, I literally watched Kenny come to life before me.  He excitedly talked about working with kids and deeply desiring that for his future, as well as wanting to learn more about business, and we talked about his capacity to take college courses with the right game plan in place (asynchronous, one at a time maybe, other accommodations in place) so that he could study politics, history, and theology.  Many times he said, "But that means more work for you, mom, and I don't want to be a burden." and I told him I would much rather have THIS Kenny in front of me and work hard to help him, than to see the dull version we had been living with recently and have more free time myself.  I explained he was never a burden and I always had a choice, and I choose to help him in this world, just as I would any of the other kids in the ways they need it...and likely will for a long time to come as well, for he isn't our only special needs young adult.

We decided I would "Lean In" and help him manage his clothing choices each day, which are always wrong for the environment.  We decided I would "Lean In" and help him get off the computer and suggest hobbies and remind him daily of things he can do each day other than screens (we both see a tremendous difference in brain function when he is not using it for escapism too much).  We decided I would "Lean In" with helping him get his daily personal grooming done each day.  We decided I would "Lean In" and offer suggestions for different foods to eat and different beverages to drink.  We decided I would "Lean In" and help him imagine a future that is brighter than being a mere stock boy at our store, something that is a fall back for him but would not help him use the gifts that God gave him.

Basically, we decided I would "Lean In" in every way, and he promised to do his best to make sure I was never a crutch, and he would do his very best to handle as many things as possible on his own, but the initiating pieces appear almost impossible for him.  We established a weekly meeting together, just he and I, to go over weekly, monthly and yearly goals, and to see where we need to adjust my "Leaning In".

The animation I saw was almost shocking versus the sluggish Kenny we have had.  There was an immediate, tangible difference.  And you know what?  I will never let anyone else make me feel like I should leave my son alone in his disability ever again.  I totally own this one.  I was testing the waters, trying to discern what is reasonable and what his needs are.  This is true.  But I also, sadly, let the opinions of others cause me to pull back precisely when I should have Leaned In. 

As part of our conversation earlier in the week I had been telling Kenny that no one at church really knew him, that he was not putting himself out there in the ways I know he can, and I couldn't understand it.  Was it that he felt uncomfortable in our new church home?  No, that wasn't it, and as we talked he came to realize that it was an overall "flatness" that had nothing to do with church, but he could see what I was saying and understood that.  Sunday evening, after this awakening, the kids and I went to a church event where over dinner and drinks we discuss issues of the day and how they intersect with our faith.

It was as if God was affirming for me that the direction we were taking was indeed the right one.  The topic was gun control, and Kenny was back to his usual old self again, so obviously different from these past several months that we all noticed it.  His critical thinking gifts shone, he was spot on with his analysis of various situations, and as usual when it comes to these topics his memory oddly isn't an issue and he used data to support his statements.  Basically, he presented as the bright young man we have missed so much! 

Then God hugged me via a message I received after returning home from someone in attendance.  She and her husband were talking on the way home, and her husband said, "That kid is going places!", and she had wanted to share that with me.  Oh, how I needed that affirmation!  She had no idea the perfect timing, and how God used her with that small message of hope for us. 

When will I learn?  When will I stop worrying about being counter cultural?  When will I stop being concerned what "the world" thinks about how we live our lives and remain firm in how God has guided us to live and parent?  This is my weakness, my fear of others' opinions of me.  We have an extraordinarily different set of circumstances and disabilities we are working diligently with to try and get kids as far as they can possible go.  We are working with disabilities few understand or can see. 

No one likes to be criticized, it hurts.  Sometimes it hurts a lot.  As our kids mature, the criticism increases.  I have been advised to develop a thick skin, and yet that thick skin, if developed would work against me.  The world, and my family, needs softness,  it needs tenderness, it needs forgiveness and awareness and vulnerability.  Thick skins wipe away a lot of what I feel is important to model.  I don't believe in thick skins, but maybe I can view it differently so it doesn't hurt quite so much.  Maybe I can look into Kenny's eyes...or Angela's...or Matt's...or Olesya's...or Josh's...and see all the reasons in the world that make the criticism and the pain worth it.

Yea, I think that is a better solution. 

Lean In...Thin Skin.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Helen from Germany

Helen from Germany, who left a blog comment today, I'd love to visit with you more and see if we can be support for each other!  Email me at or you can find me on Facebook under Cindy LaJoy in Colorado.  Blessings to you, and for your daughter.  Let's see if we can connect!

Friday, September 29, 2017

Standers and Kneelers

Kneeling, standing, hand over heart...or not...all of this hullabaloo over NFL players deciding to kneel in protest during the playing of the National Anthem, as well as President Trump's bellicose rhetoric has dominated the news this past couple of weeks.

What does it all mean?  Why is everyone all fired up?  Where does one draw a line?

It seems to me that there is more here than meets the eye.  We 21st century humans live complex lives in simplified form.  We like our sound bites and news snippets in an ever changing world, but we don't want to push ourselves too much to analyze what lies beneath the surface.  If it can't be stated in a pithy phrase or a short meme, then we can't grab hold of a concept.  "You're fired!", "Stand for the flag, kneel at the cross", "Black Lives Matter"...all are catch phrases which do nothing to help us better understand an issue.

Social media is lit up with angry posts, volatile statements, and FB photo frames on both sides of this contentious issue.  But you know what cracks me up?  We all seem to have forgotten the Bill of Rights! (And no, it is NOT the Constitution that grants freedom of speech and assembly, for those who never studied US government but continue in this argument to point toward the Constitution as granting them rights.  The very need to outline these rights was why the Bill of Rights was created, but I digress...)

Every single American citizen (Naturalized or by birth) has the right to express themselves however they wish.  Yes, that means the flag wavers and Anthem standers have the right to stand, wave, sing, and honor their flag as much as they wish.  It means the "take-a-kneers" have every right to kneel during the playing of the Anthem.  It means the team owners have the right to fire anyone who represents their team in a way they see as dishonorable (Freedom of speech is protected but you are not protected from the response of others to your use of your freedom to speak.  Consequences happen!).  It means fans have the right to stop paying to attend games, to burn jerseys and post YouTube videos of the act, and to spread as much vitriol online as they want. It means advertisers have the right to pull commercials if they disagree with the actions which free speech leads to.  It means veterans and active duty service people can kneel and remind us this very act of speaking publicly about our beliefs is what they fought for, or they can be disgusted as can be by an act they see as dishonoring their service.  It means activists can gather with signs on streets and in front of capitol buildings urging our government to proactively address the inequities that surely all of us see are truly visited on people of color in this country.

In other words, to simplify it, we all have the right to our own opinion and to express it.  What is wrong is trying to stifle the rights of other countrymen and women from sharing their opinion.  Period.

All of it is allowed!!  There is nothing that can or should be done to stop it, regardless of the perspective expressed.  This is what makes America what it is. You can have any opinion you choose AND you get to share it with all who care to listen.  You can act on it as long as no harm comes to others.  In fact, many would add that it is literally our duty to stand up...or kneel, as the case may be...when we feel a need to bring about change in our nation or bring attention to an issue we find important.

But you know what it all stems from?  Love.

Now wait a minute, all of this is about love?!?!  Aren't these hateful things being said?  Isn't there a loathing being expressed?  Sure, on the surface in a 30 second sound bite, but again look beneath the surface and you will find love, devotion, and great passion...and those strongly felt emotions can give rise to expressions of anger and actions that we would not normally associate with acts of love.

But what it really is, is love for something that another doesn't hold quite as dear. That's all.  It comes out all wrong, and we tend to get riled up when others disagree, largely because demonize others for having differing opinions.

We don't seem to be able to see it that way, but perhaps if we did our hearts would soften, and we could more easily approach one another and bridge our differences.

It is love of country that brings about such potent responses.  It is love of justice that causes people to risk lives in protest.  It is love of freedom that leads men and women into battle.

And what our country is going through right now, is the hard, hard work of active love.  Oh, you may say otherwise, but it just might be true.  Real love, committed love, often requires sacrifice.  It requires attention and care, it requires standing up for the people or ideals you love.

So, see?  It IS love that rouses such passion in us all, flag wavers and kneelers alike!

What is missing though, in all of this love?

Love of our fellow humankind, differing opinions and all.

We look at the angry vet who says we are desecrating the very thing he or she fought for, and we fail to see their humanity.  We don't want to see their years of sacrifice, their naked fear in battle, their struggle to regain normalcy when they come home.  Instead, we see an "angry flag waver" and dismiss them.

We look at the angry African American man, or Hispanic man who says we are not hearing their pleas around inexcusable police brutality and killings, we close our eyes to the unwarranted "stop and frisk" solely because of the color of their skin, and we fail to see their humanity.  We don't want to see their fear at being shot when pulled over for a simple traffic violation, or the fear for the very lives of their daughters and sons as they leave their homes each day.  Thank goodness many of us don't have that fear!

We look at angry conservatives who feel their country has been taken from them, that the very foundation of what it stands for has been eroded, and we laugh at them and mock them.  We fail to feel their genuine grief over roots being stripped, over Christ being denigrated and shelved, at their fear of the right to protect their family and go hunting being threatened.  Sort of reminds me of how the Natives must have felt when they had their religions mocked, their homes taken, and much more.

We look at loudly proclaiming liberals who desperately seek solutions to climate change for love of their planet.  They worry about access to healthcare for their families, are in distress over other rights and safety being denied for LGBT folks, and women who want control over their own bodies.  They have anxiety that is often overlooked about Christianity being used to exclude those of different faiths and understandings, and they fear we will forget the importance of the separation of ANY religious doctrine from governmental action. (As if our Forefathers hadn't already figured how terrible combining religion and politics was from the Church of England and prior to that, the Catholic Church's political control for hundreds of years.)  We mock them as well, as we forget how polluted some of our largest cities once were, and how rights being eroded scares EVERYONE.

But each group focuses on different rights, the loss of which concerns them deeply.  And therein lies the problem, the difference in what we love and hold dear.

Why do we find it so hard to develop compassion and exhibit love for those with whom we disagree? Why does having a differing perspective cause hate to flare, emotions to run rampant, and inflammatory rhetoric to spew?  Why is it so hard to allow fellow citizens to believe what they want to believe, to express what they want to express, and not resort to name calling? Those "sons of bitches" have the exact same government protected rights as the President who called them names had, both have very right to speak openly.  Have we all forgotten that?  It doesn't matter whether we consider one or the other side reprehensible. The truth is, I guess every American also has the "right" to be offended!  Each side also has to suffer the consequences of exercising that right to freedom of speech, be it being fired, or being voted out of office.  We ALL ought to be willing to fight for that freedom, even when ideas and opinions differ from our own.

So, in many ways, love does figure into the equation of where we Americans sit this week.  Oh, sure, we don't want to see it, and our true struggle comes from the fact that it isn't OUR special love, but someone else's, and we choose to devalue that.

I wonder what might happen if we all put as much passion into loving our fellow Americans...all of them, not just certain we do into arguing whether it is "right or wrong" to stand or kneel during the Star Spangled Banner?  What if all that energy, all that media attention, all that love of ideals was expended on acts of love and justice...for all, not just certain ones.  What might that much passion be able to accomplish?

American couldn't be stopped.

But maybe, if we just take a moment to look through eyes of love, we might temper our responses, we might be try harder to work toward understanding, and we might treat one another more kindly.  That alone would be quite an accomplishment.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Is This Really Justice? Of Course It Is!!

I don't usually get all "Scripturey" on the blog, for I don't pretend to be a theologian, and I prefer to see my "word of God" written in the actions of others rather than on a page or a screen.  The Bible and I have a touchy relationship. Having seen it used far too often as a literal "sword" to stab others with has left me tentatively poking at it from time to time, challenging it, scratching my head over it.  The historical context is often ignored by so many Christians, and Christian history itself is seldom studied outside the confines of that book, leaving people speaking of things as truth that I struggle to accept.

However, once in awhile something really strikes me, and I can't let it go.  Let's just say that Jesus was one heck of an expert at teaching in parables :-)  Today's Scripture passage was Matthew 20:1-16 as shared below:

The Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard

“For the kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire workers for his vineyard. He agreed to pay them a denarius for the day and sent them into his vineyard.
“About nine in the morning he went out and saw others standing in the marketplace doing nothing. He told them, ‘You also go and work in my vineyard, and I will pay you whatever is right.’ So they went.
“He went out again about noon and about three in the afternoon and did the same thing. About five in the afternoon he went out and found still others standing around. He asked them, ‘Why have you been standing here all day long doing nothing?’
 “‘Because no one has hired us,’ they answered.
“He said to them, ‘You also go and work in my vineyard.’
 “When evening came, the owner of the vineyard said to his foreman, ‘Call the workers and pay them their wages, beginning with the last ones hired and going on to the first.’
 “The workers who were hired about five in the afternoon came and each received a denarius. So when those came who were hired first, they expected to receive more. But each one of them also received a denarius. When they received it, they began to grumble against the landowner.  ‘These who were hired last worked only one hour,’ they said, ‘and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the work and the heat of the day.’
“But he answered one of them, ‘I am not being unfair to you, friend. Didn’t you agree to work for a denarius?  Take your pay and go. I want to give the one who was hired last the same as I gave you.  Don’t I have the right to do what I want with my own money? Or are you envious because I am generous?’
“So the last will be first, and the first will be last.”
This particular passage is troubling to many of us because it strikes us as completely unfair.  What?  Work a small portion of the day yet still get the same pay?  How is THAT right??  Isn't God supposed to be about justice?  
Oh, I get that whole "the last will be first, and the first will be last" part...sort of the concept of the meek will inherit the earth, yada yada yada.  
This morning though I had one of those "slap yourself upside the head" moments as I was listening to the Scripture being read.  
The feelings that arose in me about this parable were really about me wanting to deny the right of others to receive gifts of grace and "unearned" blessings out of jealousy and envy.  This was about my own failure to recognize how extraordinarily blessed I have been in my life, and yes, sometimes without having earned those blessings...just like those workers in the vineyard who arrived late!
How often have I felt the sting of being slighted solely because I was too busy looking at someone else's "full plate" instead of keeping my eyes on my own perfectly filled one? How many times have I failed to act in loving ways because I felt ripped off, cheated, or that someone else had unfairly benefited somehow?  
And since when does what others receive have anything to do with me, anyway???
Our culture is a "gimme" culture, with people spending far too much time being concerned with the "haves" and the "have nots".  We continually point outward and criticize how others gain while we lose...without a moment's thought to the times when we have gained and others have not.  
Someone's generosity toward someone else ought not be cause for consternation or jealousy.  It ought to be celebrated!  Generosity anywhere in our world should be lifted up as an example to us all!  
How often do we all overlook the unearned blessings we have in our lives?  The gift of the love of a family that some may never experience, the "lucky break" in our careers that may not have been fully justified but we sure appreciated in the moment, and the material or financial things offered us in a time of need are all undeserved blessings and most folks have experienced this special kind of good fortune at various times in their lives.  
What is it inside us that then sees others receive their fair share of unearned blessing and want to snatch it away from them?  Is it greed?  Is it feeling overlooked?  Is it a sense of lack in our own lives and an inability to see our own abundance?
Yea, that is me, in all my humanness.  I fail in so many ways, and for years I thought passage was about anything but what I heard in it today.  Seems God still has a lot of work to do on my heart, as if I didn't already know that.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

The Goal of Being Unseen

Being a stay-at-home mom is unglamorous by just about any standard.  Being a homeschooling stay-at-home mom is often perceived as just plain nuts.  There are no lunches at fine restaurants as a mid-day respite, no paycheck to deposit in the bank, and no gold watch presented at the and of your "career".  There are days you wonder if anyone in the world really "sees" you at all, and you often feel as if your own worth has diminished because you have no real "claim to fame" to point toward.  You lack regular adult contact and conversation, and the walls can close in quite quickly if you don't push back against them with great vigor.

So why do it?  Why stay home and teach, do laundry, and juggle the bills in the hope that you can stretch that paycheck a bit further?  Why not go to work, send the kids to school like a NORMAL person would, and stride firmly back into the adult word where, presumably, the conversational level would rise a bit above discussing which latest celebrity is a "hunk" and when the latest Marvel movie will arrive in town?

Because you'd miss the moments, the ones that make your heart squeeze in your chest and your eyes well with tears.  You'd miss the day to day quantity of time that eventually leads to the quality of relationship you desire.  And, in our case, we would have all missed being present for the emotional work that has led to gradual healing that was far more important and necessary than a bigger paycheck so the kids could have the latest and greatest next big "thing".

This week, the kids were given a writing assignment to share about one of the earliest strong childhood memories they had.  Each was a surprise and we enjoyed hearing about orphanage life and caretakers who were special, first days home, and more.  Finally, I got to Josh's, and began to read it aloud as I had the others.  Here is what he wrote:

I was probably around age four of five when this event happened.  This is one of the only memories I have that I can only remember in a first person point of view unlike my later memories.  It was the beginning of summer, I was following my Mom around the house as she cleaned and we goofed around, but then she had to go outside and told me to stay inside.  I immediately started freaking out, even though I subconsciously knew she would come back, when I couldn't see her outside the window.  The adrenaline rose in my body and I searched frantically with my eyes through the window.  At that point I walked outside and yelled out, "Mom".  No response.  Running to the edge of the concrete porch, Mom appeared around the corner with a frightened look on her face in response to my scared demeanor.  She walked to me and hugged me as tight as she could and told me, "I am never going to leave you, understand that.  I love you, Josh."  The pain slipped away and that feeling of security came flowing back.  I was safe even though there was nothing to be afraid of.  This is my earliest memory I can recall vividly.  I know my Mom would have never left me then, and she would never leave me know.

As I got to the end, I simply couldn't finish.  I choked up, leaned over and hugged Josh with all my might.  This tall, strong fourteen year old young man before me whose abandonment in infancy on that cold winter night has left an eternal imprint on his soul sees me.  He needed me to leave my ego at the door many years ago, and be as present as possible so that at fourteen he could write this with complete confidence in the fact that his forever mom would never, ever leave him.

You know what I realized from this revealing piece written by Josh?  My ultimate job, my most "realest" job as our kids' mom has been to help them heal, but also to get them to the point where I am, indeed, invisible.

What do I mean by that?  It may be hard for a parent of biological children to understand, but the hyper vigilance that comes from losing ones original parents, and the associated emotional trauma requires years and years of work to help mend, and necessitates a parent is always, always aware and within reach.  You are needed in an entirely different way to reassure, to remind of your commitment, and to restore a sense of safety.  You need to be touchstone, always present.

You need to die to self in many ways, so that your child can have new life through your care.

The goal is to have a child who is secure enough that they do NOT desperately need to see you, or to know you are present!  Counter-intuitive, right?  But so very true.

Josh has spent years going through moments of intense anxiety as he moved through Reactive Attachment Disorder, to Disordered and Insecure Attachment, to Secure Attachment.  Many's the time he has anxiously wandered through the house fearful that we have disappeared, that our dog has wandered away, that he is alone.  It was only a few months ago that he revealed to us with great honesty and courage that almost every morning he awakens and for those first brief few moments he is terrified and his heart races because he is afraid his family won't be here.

My "paycheck" comes in non-monetary form, and it requires an entirely different skill set than was necessary for jobs I performed in my "pre-mom" days.  My worth? Well, that is not for me to judge anyway.  But I wouldn't trade the ego feeding I might get from a career for the ability to be Unseen in this particular and unusual way one day by my kids.  For only then will I know it was a job well done.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Good Ol' American Interdependence!

Good old Thomas Merton, he certainly "gets it", doesn't he?

The theme of interdependence is one that is being regularly discussed in our household these days in an intentional, meaningful way.  When you have special needs young adults, the way you envision adulthood often changes as for some, independence is out of reach, and for others it is delayed.

Interestingly, as we have come to some clear conclusions about the future of some of our kids, and are trying to wipe away the haze as we gaze through the looking glass for the other kids, there has been a growing understanding for each of us that has altered how we view the world in general.

As Americans, we celebrate quite the opposite, don't we?  Living in a "pull yourself up by the bootstraps" kind of world, the idea of actually being interdependent is anathema and those who espouse it are viewed as being weak and incapable of making it on their own.

Ahhhh...but as Christians, isn't the idea of interdependence actually the entire goal of the Gospel???  That we are all connected to one another and to God, and through that connection we find real relationship and real meaning?  Isn't it sort of counter to all Christian teaching to think of ourselves as islands and "every man for himself"?

When one looks at our culture today, we see a world filled with disconnection and loneliness as we all cling to our pride of being able to "make it on our own", and yet where is that really getting us? We are a nation of independent people living in desperate isolation, despite the supposed increase in connection and "friends" on social media.  This is not what we need, what we humans yearn for to the core of our soul is to be known, to be understood, to be cared about and accepted, not to be artificially "friended".

Someday, we might all understand that there is a middle ground, a center point between dependence and independence, and that is interdependence.  Just as our politics can't seem to allow for moderate perspectives, our relationships can't seem to allow for a balanced blend of independence and intentional connectedness...we are an "all or nothing" sort of folk.

Our family will likely live together as a complete unit for a few more years, and we will also just as likely have to suffer the judgment of others because of it.  What intrigues me as we have already been pushed for Matt, who just turned 18 in June, to "strike out on his own in the world" is how many adults these days just don't get that the world is not what it was in our own youth.  As this CBS news report states, nearly 33% of young adults ages 18-34 now live with their parents, a number that seems to shock some but doesn't surprise me at all.  When one looks at the income figures alone it is easy to see why...then throw in massive college debt, and you have a recipe for communal living.

But is that really all that bad?  Is it so terrible that families cut costs by living together longer, as is the norm in many other nations today?  Is it a crime that a young adult child and their parents agree to share responsibilities, work, and finances so that ALL succeed?  Why is it that a child headed to college can have all their expenses covered by parents and loans, thereby still really not even close to achieving real "independence" and yet a young adult who elects to remain home and build skills, gain a foothold on saving for a new business, a paid off car, an emergency fund, etc. is somehow viewed as "a sponge"??

We tend to think of families as a group of people that remain together for a finite time that then spreads out and disconnects, but why?

Why not use the resources of all for the betterment of all?  Why not have interconnected long term inter-generational relationships where grandparents help take care of grandchildren, and children take care of aging parents?  Where the weaknesses and strengths of one another combine to help all succeed and lead happier, less lonely lives?  Hmmm...sounds like an earlier version of America, doesn't it?

We have one son who will likely never be capable of living fully independently, and others who are in need of a few more protective years under the wings of their protective parents to feel secure enough to fly off on their own due to having a family for less than a decade.  We have others who have goals and need time to study and work hard to achieve them.  Not a single LaJoy is lazy, they all contribute.  We are a content and cheerful bunch, as Olesya noted in a recent piece of writing when she said, "We never outgrew the kid laughter and smiles because this family always finds ways to be happy.  All these memories are surrounded by my loving family, to whom closeness, understanding, and laughter are important."

And isn't that really all that matters, that we are surrounded by those who love us, who understand us, and who laugh and occasionally cry with us?

I'll take interdependence any day over independence, for interdependence is where my faith and real life intersect.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Olesya, The Sculptor

Today was not a stellar day for me in the homeschooling arena, as I finally gave in to the realization that for a couple of subjects the resources I purchased are just not cutting it, and I need to regroup, repurchase, and reteach.  Special needs homeschooling is NOT for those who give up easily, that's for sure.  I was feeling a true sense of failure as I looked at the cost of switching things up, and wished I had been able to anticipate that we would "hit a wall", of sorts, in some areas with certain kids.  Knowing we will still manage to go around or through that wall somehow does little to ease the strain on the wallet, or the stress of not getting it right the first time.

Dismally, I sat down to grade a few papers prior to beginning hours and hours more research, and God handed me the perfect reminder that despite this momentary setback, we are succeeding in dramatic ways.  It was also a strong affirmation that Team LaJoy is such a gift to live in the midst of.  When one of us is frustrated or struggling, the other lifts us up.  When something proves difficult or wearisome, another offers a reason to keep on hanging in there.

Red pen in hand, I was poised to begin the task at hand and begin to edit and comment on essays that the four had written on a seemingly mundane topic that pretty much every kid has written about at one time or another, "What I did over summer vacation" but I added a spin and asked them each to write about how they had changed over the summer.  One by one, the Spirit whacked me over the head with a 2x4 (God and I have a "thing" about this because I am a wee bit hard headed!) as Josh, Kenny, and Angela all shared about how this summer was an important one for them in the areas of friendship, moving on from childhood, and not giving in to taking the easy way out.  Yea, I know, I get it...none of this looks like "failure", but I can be a little dense sometimes and need that whack upside the head.  It helped me to reflect on what really matters and how never giving up pays off in the long run.

Then, I picked up Olesya's essay, and I was more deeply moved than I have been in a very long time.  There I saw before me the truly transformative power of acceptance, of being deeply loved, and of being honest with one's self.  I asked Olesya if I could share her writing here, and she agreed but I could tell couldn't really see why I might want to.  This is my only "Memory Book" because I have been a busy and non-crafty mom, so I like to save important things here on the blog for the future.  This one was definitely a keeper, as was the comment she made in the email in which she forwarded her essay..."Dear Mom, I just wanted you to know that every change i saw this summer was because of your persistence, guidance, and the work of making sure i talked and expressed what i felt. You showed me that it was safe to do so; thank you so much for helping me grow and learn more about myself."

Here is Olesya's essay in full:

New Way of Thinking

As a sculptor needs his chisel to chisel away at the rough marble, so do we. We need the right tools to sculpt our best selves, otherwise we go from something workable to something that is so rough that no matter the tools, we can't chip away the roughness, or the damaged parts. That is how I understand we grow, and get real with ourselves, which trickles down to us being real with others.

I'm not ashamed to say that I have lacked confidence before. I didn't always believe in myself, therefore I thought I had nothing to offer to the world. I realized that I can do anything I set my mind to, no matter how big or small a thing might seem, I can do it. This is not arrogance , but instead the belief in myself as a person who has gifts,  and talents to offer to the world. I didn't gain confidence over night, it was years worth progress, and if I was able to foresee the person I would turn into  today, I wouldn't wish to change overnight, but rather still take each stepping stones.  I don't need to change myself to make others like me, and this is one the major things that set in stone this summer.

A mirror reflects only the outside image of you, and when mine was staring back at me  I realized that I lose confidence because of one major thing...weight gain. In the last couple of years I was happy after the volleyball season was over because of the fact that I lost weight, which made me feel lighter in body and spirit. Then not doing as much exercise as volleyball had required of me, I gradually gain the weight back, though this year is different, I was happier going into the season. One connection I made was that even losing ten pounds was enough for me to feel better and more confident. Until this year, I didn't realize how much weight had an impact on me. Dropping a few does something mentally for me, I don't wish I was something or able to do something, I make it happen.

One of the few words that I'm not particularity eager to use is normal. Why? Because normal is overrated, normal is what people describe others when they don't understand why they are different from the rest, normal is blowing off a problem to make sure kids fit in with their peers, and normal is a label we use when we don't have the reason  for a physical, or a mental disability. I don't doubt the fact that I have FASD – Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders, and no I'm not ashamed of it now. Not understanding why I forget the simplest things on some days and not on others, and why I kept on saying “No” to everything made me pull inwards, and keep to myself. I was becoming unhappy, and  not until a breakdown, did I understand why.

We were talking about starting to learn to drive, and I, myself, was very uncomfortable with the idea, yet didn't say anything because I was seventeen and that is what “normal”  kids do, they start driving. My mom could tell I wasn't ready to learn to drive. My family could tell that I was changing, I was shutting down more, and “No,” became a regular word of my daily vocabulary. That day, after tears, laughter, smiles, and reassurance, I got what was wrong with me. I have a disability though not an obvious one, it comes through on occasion. The funny thing is, I realized over the summer that a disability is what others might define it as, but the way I'm starting to see it, is not a disability but rather “I'm able my way.”  I, much like a sculptor, need my tools with me, and I know that there will be days when I will be forgetful, or need a seventy-seventh explanation for a task, but I know that my family doesn't mind helping me out on those type of days because after all, my family isn't “normal” it is "limited edition".

In the end, some realizations take time to accept because we all believe that we are who we are, and there is no changing us.  Understanding something new about myself doesn't hurt me, it only changes me for the better. It's a domino affect, I had confidence, but instead of just saying that, now I believe it. Without realizing how much of an impact weight gain or loss had on me, I now know that with weight loss my confidence boosts a couple of notches, and vise versa. I have a disability, it may not be a serious one, but I don't need to hide it to appear “normal.”  In the long run, I have a supportive family, the right tools, and if I keep the right mind set, I will keep on growing and changing for the better.  

Re-reading this here once again, it is hard not to sob out loud.  I needed this one on this very day, a day when I was feeling defeated and ineffective as both an educator and a mom.  Olesya came to us so incredibly timid, so filled with self-loathing and often called herself stupid.  She gave in to others rather than assert herself, and thought she was unworthy of friendship and love.  She convinced herself that if she gave in to others they might not be mean to her.

She didn't see herself as wise, she didn't see herself as smart, and she sure didn't see herself as worthy.  Her severe math disability grew to global proportions in her mind, and her occasional memory and logic issues caused by FASD further contributed to her low self-esteem.  

Oh, my dear, sweet Olesya, what is reflected in this writing is a maturity and self-awareness many adults never manage to gain.  That you were capable of writing at this capacity after only 7 years of English is astonishing, but that you have allowed your soul to swell with love for others and yourself to the point that you can share such intimate thoughts openly is an even greater accomplishment. 

So here I sit, it is midnight after a challenging day, one that could have highlighted failure on my own part.  Instead, I see success and light and growth and love.  I am so thankful that tonight I will not head off to bed heavy hearted, feeling as I have so many nights before as doubts assail, and fear for futures of these young people I love so much are fuzzy and unclear.  Tomorrow is a new day, I will research and explore to find the very best tools to help them continue to mature, to learn, and to grow into the strong, kind, competent adults I know they will be.  Oh, I am not fooling myself, I know we still have some really hard days ahead, and that making it to independence for some will be no small miracle.  But tonight, I will ease into sleep seeing more than my own lack, and I will take Olesya's words to heart that we are ALL "able our own ways".

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Are We Doing It Right?

I think every parent steps back once in awhile and asks themselves, "Am I doing this right?  Am I providing them with enough opportunities?  Are they excelling academically?  Are they winning on the field?  Are they decent people?  Are they kind?"

I wonder, though, how many parents seriously and deeply consider these questions:

"Are they faithful?  Do my children exhibit the qualities and characteristics taught in my religion of choice?  Is their spirituality maturing?"

If I am being honest,  this is the area that matters most to me as a mom.  I want our kids to have a well developed, thoughtful theology that works for them and continues to evolve over time as they consider new ideas, new information, and delve more deeply into sacred texts of all kinds.  I desperately want them to have something to hang on to when the seas of life grow stormy, and to have a place to rest when they grow weary.

During our readings this morning for school, we were working our way through the works of Hafiz, the Persian Poet.  These simple, multi-layered little poems have a way of illustrating the essence of God in a profound way, and I was delighted as we stumbled upon "That Shapes the Eye" and we stopped to discuss it:

Can easily open the

That lets the spirit rise up and wear
its favorite costume of
Mirth and laughter.

When the mind is consumed with
Remembrance of Him

Something divine happens to the 

That shapes the hand and tognue
And eye into 
The word

This so perfectly expressed what I wish for our teens...that their souls live in laughter and joy as much as possible, and that they recognize that steeping themselves in the Sacred as much as possible will shape them into people who ooze goodness and love into the world.

Realizing this probably sounds abstract and odd to most, I still can't help that this is precisely my goal as a parent.  Maybe I was unable to even articulate it well until this very moment.

Sure, I wish for them success in their ventures, whatever they might be, but as we educate them, there is so, so much more I wish to embed in them before they step boldly out into the world.

We often laugh around out table as we recall moments when our unwillingness to jump into the Game of Competition that everyone wants to make life into confuses even our selves at times.  Life is not about winners and losers, it is not about A's and F's, it is not about success or failure.  Oh, surely it CAN be about that should we elect to make it so, but we DO have choices, and we choose otherwise. 

Witnessing from a bit of a distance as our lovelies proceed to take steps toward full fledged adulthood here and there, I find myself smiling more than I thought I might, and breathing in the sweet scent of relief in some ways.

I see Kenny engaged in the world of political change as he takes time on his own to write his congressman to encourage them to back health care changes.  He knows that being an involved citizen is one of the only things that ever brings about change.

I listen as Angela describes her time with one of the lonely seniors she has continued to visit in her "off season" at the nursing she couldn't stop seeing even though she had said she couldn't volunteer until after volleyball season was over, but she couldn't leave her all alone.

I help Matt select a remedial math curriculum to work with as he tutors one of his friends who graduated from high school but can't quite get a high enough score on military tests to live out his dream of being a Marine. Hours are spent reviewing, teaching, encouraging and I see the kindness of his heart as he really cares about this young man and wants him to succeed.  

I see the heart of Olesya as she readily awakens in the wee morning hours to go help her dad at the store, regardless of whether or not it is a "real" work day when she would get paid.  Her giving heart is always such an example.

I hear about Josh's incredible act of kindness as she describes how at our recent bake sale, and older gentleman approached them, obviously inebriated and expressing deep loneliness.  This man then began to talk about how Vietnam ruined his life, and then confusedly moved into preaching the gospel to them.  What does Josh do?  Is he scared? Does he blow him off? How does he respond?  He takes hold of this man's hands, and holds them, looks into his eyes, and offers presence and a listening ear.  He offers him free cookies tenderness, and unlike many 14 year olds, he doesn't roll his eyes or make fun of him as he walks away, instead, he tenderly speaks of how, "He was just lonely and sad."

These are the ways I am seeing success.  Sure, we have the occasional award and recognition, we have a well written paper or great scores on tests.  But in the grand scheme of things, these matter so very little.  And no, I don't say that solely because I dismiss academics or success because of the challenges many of our kids have...not at all.  

It is because A's don't make a meaningful life.  It is because throwing a ball well on a field doesn't make a meaningful life.  It is because being the brightest or the best doesn't make a meaningful life.

It is WHO they are that creates a life of meaning.  It is HOW they walk through the world that creates a life of meaning.  It is WHEN they put their faith and spiritual teachings into practice that creates a life of meaning.

And you know what?

I think they actually are living into that.  Nothing matters more to me, nothing.

Thursday, September 07, 2017

New School Year!

After a looooong and wonderful summer break (for real!) we started back to school this week.  LaJoy Academy now consists of one Freshman (Joshua), one Sophomore (Olesya), two Juniors (Angela and Kenny), and...a recent graduate and new "uncollege" student (Matt).

We are beginning our 9th year of homeschooling, and looking back I can't help but think of the wonderful, deep, introspective, and thought provoking conversations we have had around this very table.  There are moments when I am almost near tears in gratitude for the thousands of extra hours we have had as a family to share, to mold, and to shape one another.  The truth is, it is totally a two way street and I have been molded and shaped as mightily as I know the kids have been.

Homeschooling is NOT for everyone, but it surely has been marvelous for us. Our family is what it is in large part due to the ideas we have been free to explore that would never have been allowed in public education.  Faith in all its forms has been widely discussed, politics and culture have been delved into in depth, and so much more!  I seriously love our school days, and will very much miss them when we move on.  I suspect, though, that Sunday meals and daily breakfasts might include an awful lot of what we talk about now, it is sort of who we are these days.

This year will include social psychology, personal finance, World History 2, English/Writing, Art for Angela and Olesya, Film Making for Joshua, various levels of math for Kenny and Joshua while the girls will work on remedial math as part of personal finance, economics, Volleyball, Russian and Drivers Ed for Angela (and Driver's Ed for Matt) and whatever else we cram in.  Each of our subjects is quite rigorous, while still taking into account the variety of learning disabilities and memory challenges we have at the table...or giftedness in some areas.  As usual, Socratic style questioning, debate, and written work will be expected to be at a high level, while certain key areas for individual learners will have allowances made.  

Matt is starting his year out strong, and we are calling it "uncollege" as Dominick and I have offered to let Matt craft his own post-high school years.  After a lot of serious consideration, Matt decided to pursue tech learning on his own, and to create a schedule that includes all he wants to learn.  He is genuinely thrilled and grateful to be allowed this opportunity to deeply learn what he wants. 

Because we keep being asked what we mean by "He is staying home and continuing his education at a higher level, studying computer science courses and more" I will share his year ahead as we drew it up, to give folks an idea of what a young man will do who is working outside the system...if that young man loves to learn:

Self-Directed Learning Track
Matthew LaJoy

Professional Development (360 hours)

·       COMP-TIA Linux+                                              23 hours+Testing+Virtual Labs
·       COMP-TIA Network+                                          75 hours+Testing+Virtual Labs
·       COMP-TIA Security+                                           26 hours+Testing+Virtual Labs
·       Web site design, SEO, imacro , HTML/CSS        (Courses to be determined)
·       Programming                                                         Code Academy/Projects
           Project Based Learning                                          Design/build 8 bit computer
             (You Tube videos from                           Computer Scientist Ben Eater)
·       Basic Computer Architecture                                 Udemy

Business Development (240 hours)
           International Economic Institutions:                       The Great Courses
                   Globalism versus Nationalism
·       Economics                                                                The Great Courses
·       Calculus 1 and Lambda Calculus                             Textbook, Thinkwell
·       Learning Statistics:                                                   Great Courses 
Concepts and Applications in R

Personal Development (240 hours)

·       Personal Finance                                                     Starline Press
·       Middle East History                                                The 1000 Year War
·       Literature/Novels                                                                 
Modern Man in Search of a Soul                             C. Jung
Demons:  A Novel in Three Parts                            Dostoevsky
The Gatekeepers:  How the White House
Chiefs of Staff Define Every Presidency                 Chris Whipple

·       Flight lessons beginning 9/7/17                         CAP Pilots
*Minimum of 40 hours in air plus flight test and written test

The most important things learned this year, though, and every year, are character, kindness, a giving heart, teamwork, and helping others.  That may sound corny, but for us, it is real, it is powerful, and it is what makes a life of meaning.  Without it, all the rest is window dressing and worthless.

So, we are off!  A great first week, lots of school work greeted with tons of enthusiasm and diligence!  A teacher couldn't ask for more!