D.O for the B.O

Let's talk about.....body odor 

BABY.

Let's talk about you and me and how we sweat and stink.

In high school/college/all my life

I was the girl buying the intense stuff.
Basically medical grade without the prescription. 

I remember the armpits of my shirts hardening and becoming basically non fabric because of the intense deodorant I used.

HOWEVER....tons of articles/stuff the internet told me made me think this deodorant will kill me.

Being a mom makes you reevaluate this stuff...

my awesome mother in law (I seriously ADORE her)

Bought me some awesome deodorant

 for Christmas that was 100% natural AND ACTUALLY FREAKING WORKED

And I LOVED IT. 

Trying to live healthier right?

Boo got on board and it was gone....then I tried a more expensive version

Worked ok....felt a little stinker......

THEN I FOUND DOTERRA!!!

and thought....why the heck don't we make our own deodorant....

I went on a Pinterest rage and found this  amazing recipe! 

AND IT WORKS. 

And it cost way less than 8.99 for us to make TWO jars of it. 

We used lemon grass and melaleuca oils for the scent/oil.

It was humid as heck today and I am not stinky.

It works, y'all! 

Theatre for the Very Young....

Before I became a High School drama teacher, I had other plans.

Not that teaching is a secondary choice for me.
Life literally steered me in that direction and I haven't looked back.

I wanted to get my MFA in Theatre for Young Audiences (TYA) and maybe be an education director of a professional theatre someday.

Now I am an education director in so many ways. 

I pride myself that my students look forward to our school visits and our performances for elementary students. 

I always thought "Elementary school is where we have to get them to become lifelong theatre goers"

Then I learned about Theatre for the Very Young (TVY) at the Alliance during  a Georgia Thespian Conference when I was pregnant  from Rosemary Newcott who I knew from an internship I did with the Collision Project (another amazing educational theatre program in Atlanta).

Our first TVY- "Little Raindrop Songs"

It sounded amazing. I don't remember exactly how the conversation went but she described to us how they were doing the tortoise and the hare. She said that if a child crawled or walked out into the space they would become a part of the performance and that developmentally and for the purposes of the performances that was importance for that audience member to approach the space. She also said a four month old watching that child enter the space would be as important as the story itself. 

I knew this would be something we would take our sons to. 

I waited until they were over the age of one to take them.

I purchased my first ever season tickets for their TVY season.

Show #2 "The Lizard and El Sol"

Today we finished our first season with "Roob and Noob". Lots of my friends have or are having babies and need to bring your babies to this! I will walk you through what a performance is like and then tell you why it is important! 

So you arrive at the Woodruff Arts Center- which is pretty exciting for toddlers

Then you go upstairs to a room where you do some prep for the performance. For "Little Rain Drop Songs" we colored a rain drop and listened to a book, for "The Lizard and El Sol" we colored a picture of the Lizard and the Sun. Roob and Noob was my favorite experience in this room. There was a map to color but the best part.....blocks and balls to play with!

What is great about this "experience room" is that it is an important element of the performance. It gets the children used to each other for one thing and (for Roob and Noob especially) it introduces elements of the show. The children today were building things just like the characters! 

Then you are led (very much like cattle because we all have babies) to the performance space. Each time when we've entered we've received something or exchanged something. For "Raindrop Songs" it was a cloud pillow for our raindrop picture, for "Lizard" we gave a rock ticket, and today we got some pillows (cushions for the booty).

Then the performance starts. 

There is always music and a inclusive environment is created. 

Each show has a fairly simple plot but one that is engaging for the children. 

Children are able to enter the playing space (as you can see our obnoxious boys are here) and they become a part of the performance seamlessly. Usually they will return to their parents. Not all children explore during this time (and I often worry Fletcher and Finley shouldn't) but some do and it is usually pretty awesome. 

Then there are times when all children are included. Today they were given egg shakers to help water a flower and to play with leaves (they went through all the seasons). "Raindrop Songs"  they swam and during "Lizard" they helped find the sun and then even were a part of a fiesta! 

Each performance is so special and unique. As they become used to it they also become more confident. I've seen it over this season with my boys. Fletcher is usually very timid and shy and still starts out that way but becomes confident. 

According to Lynne Kingsley there is  lot of research that shows dramatic play is important in development. She mentions Vygotsky and his beliefs that imaginative play and exploration help children learn how their world works and how to interact with other people. 

So people bring your babies to the theatre. To this theatre. 

Check out Toddler Take Over with me this May and their season next year. 

It is seriously the best. 

Hope

"Is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul-

and sings the tune without the words-

and never stops- at all-"

(Emily Dickinson)

I am not athletic.

There are few things I dislike as much as running. 

Maybe nothing besides going to the dentist and my monthly visitor.

So we registered for a 5K. For a youth event.

The Color Race For Grace at my school job. 

A pretty amazing thing for an amazing cause.

Human Trafficking. Which is a current commission for the Episocpal Diocese of Atlanta.

A great way for my two jobs to meet. 

A great experience for our youth! To run for a cause. 

And fun because we will be covered in colors.

And I can walk because- stroller problems.

I was surprised with the Hope the event filled me with.

The runners who were RUNNING and kicking my butt were inspiring.

The students of my school were inspiring.

At every color station the students cheered and encouraged every single person.

"Come on! You're almost there!"

"Don't slow down this is to end human trafficking"

"You can do it"

"Here take some water and a rest"

They were being true disciples. 

True leaders. Showing love to strangers. To the athletes...to the out of shape moms.

To the kids who were struggling.

And it was real.

SO many students who I have taught in Intro to Theatre I saw in a totally new light.

I saw them stepping up and taking charge when I thought they were shy kids. 

They cheered me on and made me feel like I could do it and was awesome for pushing my kids in a stroller.

And they did that for every single runner.

It says a lot about their teachers, especially their peer leadership teacher, Lauren Howell who is basically the bees knees. She is a teacher, a prom organizer, a Starbucks lover, a mom, an amazing Christian, a runner and so many things. 

She inspires these kids to inspire hundreds of people and we all leave changed wanting to do more and be better.

Doesn't that give you hope?

I am so thankful for today and the amazing time I had. 

Next year you should be there (or be square) 

What is Love?

(baby don't hurt me...don't hurt me....) 

(...is a battlefield)

This is a question that is debated over and over again. It is the subject of basically every song and usually a part of any book. 

Love. 

This is something I have been struggling with. 

‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.’  This is the greatest and first commandment.

 And a second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ 

 On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.”- Matthew 22:36-40 

let me repeat one part 

And a second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' 

(disclaimer: stereotypes used below)

How simple does that sound? Like, the easiest thing ever right?

But our neighbors are more than the people we agree with.

It is easy for me to love my gay neighbors, my transgender neighbors, my Episcopalian neighbors, my Presbyterian neighbors, my drag queen neighbors, my Democratic neighbors, My muslim neighbor and my atheist/agnostic neighbors. 

Those are my people. I LOVE those people.  They are the downtrodden and I relate to them.

It is easy for me to use  

‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' 

to show my close minded Baptist/Methodist/Catholic neighbor about how they should love others. I even think of them as "Christians" (emphasis on the QUOTATION MARKS) because they are not accepting of those who are different (specifically the LGBTQ community) but I am JUST AS BAD AS BAD IF NOT WORSE BECAUSE

 I AM NOT LOVING THEM.

I am judging them.

I am judging them for not loving while committing the exact same sin. 

I am a hypocrite.

How do we balance love and healthy conversations? How to we disagree on fundamental issues but still show love and respect. 

This is where we try to define love. 

Handy Dandy Dictionary.com has several definitions and in this case I think 
verb #18 is the best.... "to need or require, to benefit greatly from".
We benefit from these debates. 
We each think about our beliefs.
We have to learn to be articulate about those beliefs.

Isn't is it great for us to be shaken to our very foundation of faith?
Don't we grow in these situations?

Don't we learn to love ourselves more because we can reiterate these facts?
The more we love ourselves don't we grow to love ALL of our neighbors more?

I am trying to love ALL my neighbors, no matter how difficult.  I hope you will join me. 

Panic...

Before kids....panic is running 5 minutes late.

Panic is oversleeping from the alarm, not knowing what you want to order when the waiter or waitress asks, or Target not having your size.

After kids...

it is the panic that they haven't rolled over/scooted/grown a tooth/smiled/pooped today 

or slept too much or two little.

Then Finley's eyes go in two totally different directions one Monday before work.

You can't breathe.

You try to avoid Google.

You Google.

You WebMD.

It is either nothing or death.

You read enough to convince yourself that it will be okay. 

Christmas happens.

No issues.

Then one night his eyes roll back into his head and then go into two different directions.

You avoid Google.

You Google.

You WebMD.

You post in a Facebook group while you hate yourself.

You decide to call the pediatrician.

Then next day your pediatrician says "Y'all have the worse luck".

You are going to be referred to a neurologist or an ophthalmologist.

You try not to freak out. 

You sort of do.

YOU ARE PANICKED.

You don't want to be because there are people out there with REAL PROBLEMS. 

Their children won't ever walk.

You don't have the right to panic.

But you do. 

Then....you go to the referral appointment. And you try not to act like a crazy. 

Then finally...after dilation and crying and wrestling....

it is a 100% treatable problem.

And you feel like an idiot for panicking.

But it is your baby.

And I guess that is what being a mom is?

But that is a "girl" thing.....

Gender.

According to one of my brilliant students it is a sphere.

As a mom....it is freaking stressful.

I, who love all people regardless of sexual orientation (love to my LGBTQ peeps) find myself stressed out about gender roles closer to the holidays than ever.

A few years ago a mom posted about her son being gay (or not) and the internet lit on fire! 

This was the adorable image attached:

People were taking sides.

"How dare you let your son do that?!?!"

"You go girl!"

I as an idiot newly wed didn't totally understand. I would support my child.

I still feel that way.

But then....

One of my boys prefers a pink toy over a blue and people say "That is a girl color".

The Little Mermaid  or Frozen is playing and they are entranced by the princesses.

My mother in law purchases a high chair with pink flowers and birds and someone says 

"Why did you buy a girl one?!?"

I look at things on Amazon for Christmas and the toys I lean toward are a tea set, a purse and a kitchen.

And a panic clenches my stomach

"WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK".

That is my fear.

I love my boys.

They love to splash in a bird bath that a cat may (or may not have) drank out of,

they love playing in the laundry, they love pink things and they love cars. 

Why am I worried?

It is proven that people are born the way they are and are basically nurtured into an environment that teaches them to love themselves or loathe themselves.

(I am paraphrasing a HUGE debate into a sentence) 

But...apparently.... that is what I think.

So why then do I say 

"Oh, Finley is all boy"

Why don't I just say "Oh, Finley is all Finley"

 I hate those stereotypes. 

I went to women's college.

I have recently emptied and refilled and reset my water heater.

I know how to drive a fence post, work a table saw, and only shave my legs to the point where they are exposed.

I also like manicures.

Mr. Boo probably spends more time on personal grooming than I do.

Why is that girly?

Why is me liking beer, chicken wings and farting manly?

Who decided this crap?

Why is blue boy and pink girl?

Why are girls supposed to be nurses and teachers and boys pilots, cowboys and doctors?

Why isn't it okay for a man to stay home with the kids?

Why don't girls speak up in STEM classes?

Why don't boys write?

Because we scare them.

I am terrified for my boys.

I am so worried of someone crushing who they are by trying to fit them into a mold.

I have seen it in my friends.

I have seen it in my students.

I am pretty sure Jesus taught us all to love.

For me love is unconditional.

Can't we just love our brothers and sisters for who they are?

For the "content of their character"?

Not for the color of their skin or if they are "male" or "female"?

I just want my children (current and future) to grow up believing in themselves. 

Knowing I and the rest of the world love and accept them.

NO. MATTER. WHAT.

I just want them to be kind. 

And accepting of others.

And more importantly themselves.

Can't we all try to make their world better than ours?

This is all I wish.

Let it be.

Don't try to fit anyone into a box.

"My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you."

John 15:12

Love each other. 

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