Adopting Culture

This is something that’s been on my mind for a few weeks now, and something that’s been really bothering me. I was recently in the position of watching someone make choices based 100% on what our culture tells them to do, and not what their own desires are. This actually happened a couple of times in the last few weeks. It really made me start thinking about our American culture. Of course, culture colors how we view our world and affects the choices we make. That’s to be expected. Those Georgia Peaches prefer sweet tea while northerners want their unsweet. It’s what you grow up with, right? But what about when you encounter something new? What do you choose when you come into a situation that you’ve never been around? You are presented with options and have no personal knowledge with which to make your decision. Well, you go to popular culture, of course. And how do you access popular culture? Well, first, you might ask the opinion of your friends, but where did they get their own information? Maybe from experience or maybe they didn’t know either. So, we go to the internet. Or, if we are a bit old fashioned about these things, we might hit the book store or library to find a book or 20 on the topic at hand. But even then, the books available are going to be books written by Americans who grew up in America and who’s experience is limited to American culture. And while I AM proud to be an American, I am not deluded into thinking that the American way is the only way and certainly it is not necessarily the best way to do anything. Please don’t misunderstand me. I DO think a lot of the culture things in America are the best in the world. But I am not so blinded by American pride as to think that this is true for every single thing.

So, that’s all very broad. To illustrate what I’ve been thinking about, I’m going to use specific examples and because this is coming from me and my own experiences, I’m going to use examples that I know a thing or two about. I have spent much of my adult life pregnant, having babies and raising said babies. In addition, I worked for over 9 years around women having babies. I would consider myself a certain type of expert on child birth. In all of these years, I have seen and personally experienced just about every type of child birth you can imagine. I have personally had a very culturally relevant medicalized vaginal birth. This means Pitocin induction, spinal medication, episiotomy, and birth. I’ve had a couple of c-sections, one planned, one not. I’ve also had a couple of totally non-medical home births. You name it, I’ve done it. My birthing philosophy has changed dramatically over the 18 years since I started having babies. It’s changed a lot. Ironically, what changed me was nursing school and seeing it from the other side as a labor and delivery nurse. Birth is something that our culture really plays a huge part in when it comes to making decisions. Epidural or no. Midwife or OB. Hospital, birth center, home. In Scandanavian countries, our ideas that 99% of all births happen in hospitals is very strange. Most women there give birth with a midwife. They only see an OB if they are deemed high risk. And many of those midwife attended births are not in a hospital.

So, you’ve had the baby. Now what? An entire onslaught of decisions will now assault you. How are you going to feed that baby? If it’s a boy, are you going to have him circumcised? Where is that baby going to sleep? Are you going to work after your gov’t protected 12 weeks is finished with? Sooner? If you are going to work, who is going to care for your baby? And this is all just in the first 3 months!! And every single answer will be different from the rest of the world, if you are an American.

While lots and lots of women leave the hospital with a breast feeding baby, most never make it beyond 3 months, despite World Health Recommendations of 2 years. Those who do face another issue. What to do when they are out in public with a hungry baby. Again, culture. In Africa, women don’t even wear shirts, so it’s a non-issue. Too third world for you? How about France? Topless beaches, anyone? Breasts are so sexualized here in America, that women are harassed daily for using them in the way they were designed to be used – to feed their babies. Sigh. Culture.

Circumcision. Around 50% of American boys are routinely circumcised. This is down in the last 20 years or so. Partly due to an increase in people who did not grow up here having babies here. They come to America with their own cultural experiences. This may shock many, but America is the ONLY country in the WORLD who routinely circumcises boys for strictly  cosmetic purposes. Jewish and Muslim cultures also do so, but for religious reasons. There are not epidemic levels of penile cancer in the non-circumcisiong world. Europe does not have more of a problem with STDs than we do here in the US. HIV and Africa. Yes, that’s a problem. However, that problem is related to many other cultural norms than it is to whether or not the men are circumcised. Does circumcision help? Yes. But it’s a bandaid type fix. It’s a way for people to continue in unsafe cultural behavior while reducing the consequences of said behavior. Of course, if the behavior changed, then the consequences would also change. But, that’s like asking an American to stop eating junk food. Humans love to do what they love to do. If there is a way to make it safer to do so, then we are all for it. That crosses cultural boundaries.

Finally, the issue that has caused my heart to be dwelling on this topic for weeks, where is the baby sleeping. In 90% of the world, babies sleep with parents. It’s just the more developed, or advanced countries that use cribs or cots. Why is this? Those other countries do not have a higher incidence of SIDS. They certainly grow up to be normal adults. Why do we, as Americans, think that our babies simply MUST learn to self-soothe at the tender age of tiny? It is this, of all American culture phenomena’s that I am most baffled by. Our children are tiny for such a short time. Why are we, then, in such a hurry for them to grow up? Our Creator is consistent in His creation. We are mammals. Every other mammal keeps their young close until they are able to at least feed and toilet themselves. Moms have really strong instincts to protect their children. These are not the result of evolution, but something we were created with. Why do we work so hard to squash our instincts to protect? Why do we rely on “experts” to tell us how to properly raise our children? Are these experts even really experts? Or are they just someone who has experience at raising children and though they’d share what worked for them? There is not an OB in America who would call me an expert on child birth, despite the thousands of hours I’ve spent in and around it. Why are we giving the raising of our children over to people with even less experience and less training at raising children than I’ve had with childbirth?

Lots of people will say that it doesn’t matter. You make your choice, and I’ll make mine. It’s not hurting anyone. Really? Convince the screaming baby who is only 36 hours old that his mama’s choice to circumcise is not hurting him. Try and tell the mama who is pacing up and down hall ways with tears streaming down her face, while her baby screams alone in a dark room, that she is not hurting. Do you best to make me believe that my relationship with my teenager who was forced to cry it out as a 6 month old baby was not hurt by that choice. While you’re doing that, I’m going to be working every single day, for years, to try and fix that damage.

Cultural choices matter. The question to ask, when a person is making a choice that appears to be unpopular or difficult is, “am I doing this because other people think I should, or because this is how I believe my God created me to live?” That’s what it boils down to. And yes, I understand that using this yard stick is based on my living in a Christian culture. It just so happens that my “Christian culture” tells me that being created by God is Truth. And I’m going to go with that.

And just for the record? After thinking so hard on this for the last few weeks, I have come to have an understanding and even sympathy for the Israelites who ended up living in great sin due to adopting cultural practices around them. It’s insidious and really hard to avoid.

Strong Verbs Rap

This is what my girl is learning at the college. Money well spent.

Happy First Birthday, Elena!

Here’s my baby. She’s one now. We went outside for an impromptu one year mini session. Which just means I chased her around with my camera on her birthday. I am NOT  a children’s photographer. I’ll leave that to the experts. But, I got a lot of really cute looks from this, the owner of my heart. She was not a planned baby. Well, none of them were, except Olivia. But I’ve always been one who loves surprises. I’ll admit, though, that this surprise a year and nine months ago, was not any where near my list of things I’d like to be surprised by. We were really done having babies. But, one nasty kidney stone incident was enough to mess up all my careful planning and date checking. God had different plans for me than I did. But, then, isn’t that nearly always the way it works out? Well, whatever my thoughts and feelings were the day I saw two lines, now, I wouldn’t not change one thing (except maybe her birth, but that’s a whole different ball of wax). I am so glad I have this little munchkin. She can bring a smile to my face, no matter what my mood. She’s even been known to do so, in the dead of night, when I should be sound asleep. She just has a spark that makes me giggle. I just love this little girl.

She likes to hang upside down. I like this smile because you can see all of her teeth. She’s got six. You know. In case you can’t count. She started late on getting them, but then they just all came in at once. And out of order. This was true of the a couple of other kids, too. She got her bottom middles first, like she should. Then, one top middle, then the next over tooth on the other side. It was weird. Then the other top middle and within hours – like 24 – the other second over tooth. And it all happened while we traveling to Kansas and in our first day there for vacation. Thankfully, it didn’t make her any worse a traveller than she already is. Actually, I don’t think that’s possible.

Sigh. What a doll!! Yep. There she stands. She’s been walking for about a month now. She actually took first steps when she was around 10 months. Then spent a month getting better and better. Now, she’s a pro. She stands from the middle of the floor without using her hands. She thinks she’s hot stuff when she walks around carrying something that’s almost as big as she’s is. I think she’s hot stuff no matter what she’s doing. But don’t tell her that.

Ah, the peek. It’s so fun to play peek with her. She’s just so dang cute peeking around something to see you. I could just peek at her all day long. But eventually, she just wants me to pick her up and snuggle her. I’m down with that, too.

 

One of her most favorite games to play is “Chase” with daddy. He says, “I’m gonna get you!!” and she takes off running. To me for protection if I’m near by. But most times just away, any way she can. She squeals with delight and we get the best smiles. That’s what was going on during these pictures to help me get her amazing smile.

It’s been a crazy year. She’s been really needy. It’s just been very recently that I could leave her for any length of time without having to worry about her missing me. And she does miss me. But the really great part about that is seeing her face light up as she comes running for me when I return. Tom has gotten that for a while now, since he leaves every day. She is pretty insistent that he pick her up and say hi when he gets home. She really, really loves her family and it’s important to her that we are with her all the time. Sometimes that’s really frustrating to me. When I have work to do, or want to get laundry done, I really just want to be able to do these things. But now, in the last few days, she has started to separate a tiny little bit. And what I’m finding is that I miss her when she goes off to play on her own. I guess, even though I complained about it, I got kind of attached to having her right with me all the time. We’ll both adjust. She’ll grow older and more detached. And eventually, she’ll move out like Emily and everyone else between Emily and Elena. And I’ll cry rivers of tears because she’s my baby, leaving home. And hopefully, I won’t suffer an empty nest because I’ll have a bunch of grand children running around, frustrating me because I’m trying to do laundry while I’m babysitting. Hopefully.

Cookies, made with “Love”

Emily loves to bake. We got this recipe from an Amish friend. For those who don’t know, the Amish typically have large families, and their recipes reflect this. This recipe makes something like 8 dozen cookies. That’s a lot of cookies. But it’s perfect for my family size. Especially when we have extended family over for something like Emily’s high school graduation. And that’s what was going on here.

Now, first, let me say, that while I can bake quite well, it’s not something I do a lot of. There are two reasons. One, I just don’t have the time and I don’t enjoy it very much. I enjoy the out come, very much, just not the actual baking. That brings me to reason two. When there are cookies in the house, I eat them. All. The. Time. Yesterday, I think I ate about 43 cookies. Because I baked again. It’s actually the first time I’ve baked cookies since these pictures were taken. For good reason.

Despite my aversion to baking, Emily has developed quite the love for it. It must be one of those “skips a generation” type things because my dad is quite the baker. He bakes cookies and pies like one’s business. In fact, it’s one of the very happy memories I have from growing up. Watching my dad bake cookies. I learned a lot from watching him in the kitchen. I can make killer gravy, and I know to get the best cookies, you have to mix the dough with your hands. My dad says this is where he adds the love in and cookies always taste best when baked with love.

So, here is Dad, giving the recipe a once over, in his mind comparing it to his own. It met with approval. Maia, my niece, got in on the action. She is NOT a baker.  She makes ramen and cold cereal in her kitchen at home. To be fair, my sister is an excellent cook. If I were Maia, I’d happily sit back and let her cook for me, too. And bake. She does that quite well, also. But, at my house, we put her to work. She chopped nuts. My Pampered Chef chopper is a lot of fun to use, so it wasn’t really work at all. Grandpa had to give some direction to Emily as well. He is the master cookie maker, after all.

Finished with the premixing, getting ready to add the love.

Here she is, digging in, mixing the flour, chips and nuts in by hand. Can you feel the love? I’m not sure I could have handled all of that scrutiny, but she did, with grace and aplomb. That’s my girl.

All mixed up and ready to bake. Now for the tedious part. Scooping all that dough into balls of cookies to bake. We put Maia on the job.

Can I just take a moment to say, I feel a bit like I’m shooting a Pampered Chef catalog session here. Note the PC mixing bowl, the PC scooper, the PC baking stones, the PC mix & scraper, and the afore mentioned PC chopper. In addition, in the background, you can see my PC carousel filled with many other PC cooking utensils. It’s next to the coffee maker. You can see the PC pizza cutter and several bamboo tools there. I really do love my Pampered Chef products. If you took them all away, I could not prepare a meal in my kitchen. I use them that much. And in the process of gathering those links for you, I found about 6 more things I HAVE to have. Ok, back to cookies.

Cookies met with approval from our toughest of critics. Ok. Who am I kidding? This “critic” will eat about any cookie you put in front of him. But, dang, he’s cute!! Especially with melted chocolate chips all over his face.

Sibling Harmony

I’ve never really liked the phrase “sibling rivalry.” It’s quite popular and well known. There are books about it and how to resolve it/avoid it. But, really rivalry between two people is not something that is specific to siblings. It happens in every people group, from tribes to city dwellers. Climbing the corporate ladder, keeping up with the Jones’, even sports. It is deep within us to want to be better at something than other people. It’s a survival mechanism. Long ago, you had to be a better hunter or you and your family would go hungry. Now, you have to be a better business man to get the clients….or you and your family will go hungry (barring social programs, of course). It even happens in areas not related to survival at all. How many stories do we read of moms trying to out do each other? From birth to college, we do it. “Well, I went all natural for my birth.” “We got into the best preschool.” Bumper stickers, anyone? “My kid is an honor roll student at xxxx.” Ok, so that one helps to develop a feeling of pride of accomplishment in you kid, but really, couldn’t that be done without shouting it out to every stranger who drives behind you? And what happens to the next kid, who doesn’t make honor roll? Do they feel inferior to the older sibling? Perhaps creating a bit of sibling rivalry?

Well, all of that to say, today, I am celebrating sibling harmony. Emily was my really big mama’s helper. I look back and wonder how in the world I would have done even half of what I’ve done without her here to help. But now, she’s gone. Hannah had not shown the least inclination to be half the helper Emily was. Tom and I have resigned ourselves to give up “date night” for a while, unless it involves something that we can take Elena with us. Which, let’s be realistic. That’s not really a date night, is it? But, to my surprise, Hannah has risen to the occasion. Perhaps she showed nothing before because it simply was not expected of her. Emily was always here to do it, so Hannah didn’t have to. It’s been a miraculous change, really. Even the way she does dishes has suddenly improved. Hannah really shines as the oldest sibling in the house. It suits her.

Noah and Jonah continue to argue like crazy. Might just be the way of siblings close in age – and we’re talking really close in their case; one minute apart. My sister and I are 19 months apart. Due to birthday timing, that put us 2 years apart in school. But we fought at least as bad as Noah and Jonah do. I think girls are just worse about that. We get so catty. But that’s a whole different post. My point is, we were close in age, and we fought. A lot. Violently, sometimes. So, I’m not sure there is much to be done about my boys. They’ll grow out of it. Sis and I did. We are very good friends, now.

Olivia gets along with everyone. She’s easy. Always has been. Ian runs hot and cold. But one place, he is always kind and loving is to his baby sister. He adores Elena. He loves to play with her, love on her, help her. On the first day of school for the big kids, Ian had that meet the teacher thing. It was at 9:30. I hung around with Olivia to go into her class with her, per her request, until about 8:45. Seemed silly to go home for 10 min., only to pack up and come back for Ian’s meeting. So we ran through a drive-thru and grabbed some breakfast and went back to the school to eat and play on the play ground while we waited out our time. Elena wanted some bites of Ian’s cinnamon roll. He was more than happy to oblige her. Taking great care in cutting bites small enough for her to eat and gently feeding her. It was so dang cute!! So cute, in fact, that I had to snap a few pictures.

I hope to catch the kids in more examples of sibling harmony and I want to proclaim it loudly so they will develop pride in making good choices, like being kind and loving to each other. But, rather than having bumper stickers made, I’ll just post about it here. Then you’ll have a choice in whether or not you want to listen to my bragging.