Thursday, June 14, 2012

Stop and Smell the Roses

(I took a public speaking class in college and always regretted not having given my persuasive speech on this topic. Decided it wasn't too late.)  :)

“Stop and smell the roses” has always been one of my favorite sayings. As a child, I took the advice quite literally, and there are dozens of photographs of little me to prove it. Of course, this gem of wisdom goes well beyond flowers. To stop, to slow down, to smell, appreciate, and more fully experience our world suggests, nothing short of, an entirely new way of living. But how do you say, “slow down,” let only live the idea, in our culture of capitalism? -In a culture that, above all else, values efficiency and success, albeit a rather narrow definition of the word. To quote Adam Smith's 1776, The Wealth of Nations, in a free-market economy, “every individual necessarily labors to render the annual revenue of society as great as he can.” In other words, to increase the Gross National Product.

In this regard, at least, I think we have succeeded. Consider the floating island of waste in the North Pacific. Consider that in most households both adults work long hours week after week after week, and, if lucky, will receive two or three weeks paid vacation each year. Consider that we have increased our daily intake by at least 300 calories per day since 1985; consider that, for the sake of efficiency, we now ingest a reported fifth of these daily calories in the car. Consider the national rates of heart disease and obesity; our population simply can't increase our demand for food as quickly as the food industry can produce more of it. (In the spirit of increasing revenue, however, the industry has largely overcome this hurdle with marketing campaigns such as “supersizing” and other insidious changes to our way of eating -the full effects of which still remain largely undetermined.)

In a culture driven by producing and consuming ever-more stuff, “slowing down” may not be as simple as it sounds. It may not even be a solution. But maybe, just maybe, it is. “Slow Food” is the name of a movement that began in Italy in the 1980s to combat our increasingly fast-paced way of life. They emphasize savoring good food, eaten in good company. Their messages is that a slower, more thoughtful, more appreciative way of eating and living would not only improve our health, but have other cultural benefits as well.

Considers this example. What might the effects be if we reinstated the seemingly fundamental -but ever diminishing- family meal. To paraphrase some of Micheal Pollan's ideas from his book, In Defense of Food, children might learn more patience if they had to wait between meals rather than popping a frozen entree into the microwave at the first twinges of hunger. They might learn to control their portion sizes. And wouldn't children and adults alike appreciate and, therefore, waste less food if they had taken some part in the preparation or clean-up of the meal? What's more, children might learn social skills such as table manners and polite conversation -not to mention an overall deepening of family relationships- if we just took the time to sit down together and eat.

But that's just it, isn't it? We simply don't have the time. Or do we? In less than two decades, the average American has somehow found the time to add 1-2 hours spent on the internet every day. Clearly, there is a balance of priorities involved as well. Aside from eating well and eating together, what else do we no longer have the time for? Walking to school or work -or walking anywhere, for that matter. Stopping to chat. With the advent of the self-check-out line, we can now complete an entire shopping experience without ever having to stop and interact with anyone.

Perhaps most distressing of all, we don't have time for solitude and for meditation. Even in our moments of alone time, is there any room for deep contemplation -for introspection- given the near-constant buzzing from phone calls, texts, emails and face-book notifications coming from the mobile device in our pocket? Can we even call it “alone time” anymore? To paraphrase from an article by Stephan Marchie titled “Is Facebook Making Us Lonely?” the author concludes that one of the most interesting phenomenons of social media isn’t that is is making us more lonely, but rather, that it is changing the very nature of solitude itself. Whereas these moments may have once been spent marveling at nature or searching our souls, they are now increasingly spent contemplating our next status update or wondering what vacation pictures we should post online; In other words, we are spending a lot more time thinking about the digital version of ourselves that we wish to present, rather than thinking about the version of ourselves that we actually are.

I am not suggesting that we throw away our mobile devices and head for the hills to “find ourselves.” What I am suggesting, though, is that we see more, notice more, and appreciate more in our day-to-day living. I'm convinced that doing so will improve our physical health as well as our internal sense of identity, awareness, and well-being. What is the power of noticing? Well, Barbara Ann Kipfer's, 14,000 Things to be Happy About gives us some idea. Kipfer didn't start out meaning to write this book. She simply noticed, enjoyed, and recorded the “little things” in life -, flannel sheets, ice cream sandwiches, sun burning off the morning fog. She often jotted down her observations on receipts, napkins, or whatever piece of scrap-paper happened to be available at the time. And yet, her impressive compilation of “happy thoughts” has become beloved by thousands of Americans -it's message of “enjoying the little things” incorporated into various mental-health therapeutic approaches.

On a more personal note, in college, I was able to room with one of my best friends who was then -and is now- an inspiration to me on this topic. Every night, no matter how tired, now matter how late the hour, she would write down five “things to be happy about” from that day. Given her depression and struggle with other health problems, this wasn't always such an easy a task. And yet, she persevered. Years of experience with medications, physicians, counselors and various treatments, and she had come to the conclusion that this one simple exercise was perhaps the most powerful treatment of them all.

So try noticing life. Slow down. Make time for the important things. Take time for the little things. Stop. Smell. Enjoy life's roses.



Monday, June 11, 2012

The Stuff of Parenthood: Top 8 for Pregnancy (i.e. How I Survived)

1) Slim-Rite Breakfast Drinks


I think these truly saved my life (or at least saved me from a lot of unpleasant retching). Now, I'm no fan of diet drinks, but I tried everything else (graham crackers, ginger cookies, chocolate milk, juice) and these babies were the only thing that I could get down in the morning (I'd chug one with a straw before even getting out of bed) that would really stave off the nausea until lunchtime.

2) One-Piece Garments

For those of you that are of the LDS faith, I had to share this discovery. If you can't find them at a distribution center, they are easy to buy online from the church store. Basically, no seems pushing into your baby bump = comfort. Shirt has a much cuter fit over baby as well. Plus, you know those maternity pants panels? They will actually stay up when worn over these (must be cotton-blend, not silky texture, though).

3) Water, Water, Everywhere!


Okay, I know this is not the environmentally-friendly route, but I think having a case of water bottles in my office at work probably saved me from dying of thirst on more than one occasion (melodramatic you say? -try being pregnant and just see just how thirsty you get!) You wouldn't believe how difficult it can be to find a moment to simply walk down the hall and refill your water bottle when you are scrambling to clean up from  your previous therapy session and prepare for the next! (Also, for working mommies, do whatever you can to schedule your lunch time for as long as you can. Skipping lunch will no longer be an option).

I also dreamed about finding a big water mug like this one the whole summer that I was pregnant (and eventually did, ironically, after giving birth):


4) Snacks Galore

For my bedroom, I filled a crate with juice boxes and munchies. Because, so often, I'd wake up in the night to pee, but then realize that I couldn't go back to sleep because I was so hungry! Having some middle-of-night munchies on hand was especially good for living in a town-home style condo. (Who wants to go downstairs to the cold, dark kitchen in the middle of the night?)

5) Body Pillow

Being a stomach-sleeper, I was really worried about having to switch to my side. With a pillow like this though, it wasn't even an issue. I found a happy in-between-stomach-and-side position. A lot like this lady is demonstrating:


6) Lower-back Pillow for Car

Long car trips were brutal beyond 7 months. A pillow like this behind my back alleviated some of the discomfort though.




7) The Hair-Band-in-Button-Hole Trick

Learned this one from a coworker. Enabled me to wear my work pants through the school year and thereby to put-off buying maternity pants until summer (at which point, I only needed to buy a few pairs of crops).



8) Drawstring Pants

Even better than maternity pants for comfort in my experience. Can also be cuter (believe it or not) and can be worn before and after giving birth. Do yourself the favor that I didn't and have a lot of these stocked up in your closet when you return from the hospital. (Make sure there is a nice wide, stretchy waist band, like in this picture.)


What got you through pregnancy? I'd love to hear your ideas. :)

Cache Valley Gardener's Market

I know I posted on this topic a couple of years ago, but, since then, my love for the Cache Valley Gardener's Market has only grown! There's something about the local, friendly, wholesome goodness of it all that I can't resist. I love seeing the creative expressions of my fellow Cache Valleyians. I love the local chefs celebrating their ethnic heritage. I love buying my food from the very person who grew it. I'm sure having just finished "In Defense of Food" by Micheal Pollan has only increased my zeal, but I love biting into a locally grown tomato and knowing it is so much better for me -not to mention for the environment- than a store-bought one. (I hope there is an additional placebo effect going on here to, because I can almost picture the nutrients flooding my body when I bite into that local, leafy goodness.) This season, Dave and I signed up for a half-share in a CSA (community supported agriculture). For $260 bucks and we'll get a bag of produce every week from now through the end of December. We love seeing what comes into season each week (sorrell, anyone? loveage?) and then discovering what to do with it. Gooooo local! (said like a cheerleader chant, not a command, btw) :)

Friday, April 6, 2012

The Stuff of Parenthood: The Hardest Part

Already posted on the best part of being a mom. So what was the hardest part of having a newborn? The sleep deprivation? The 3 A.M. feedings? The cry-fest between the hours of 5:00 and 9:00 P.M.? The transformation of your old way of life? For me, it was all of these things. But, again, it's really the bigger picture represented by those things. For me, it was the "loss of control."
I think of it this way. When I was working, was I any less stressed? Absolutely not. What's more, did I have any more free time? Nope, definitely had less. But the thing is, what time I had was MY free time; even if I only had an hour of it, I could count on at least that solid, uninterrupted hour to do, well, whatever I wanted. Enter baby. Baby goes down for a nap. I should have a couple hours of free time, right? But then, with baby in the picture now, nothing is guaranteed. Baby could wake up screaming -needing me- in 60 minutes, 30 minutes, 10 minutes. You just don't know. You could get wrenched out of a beautiful nap, interrupted half-way through unloading the dishwasher, pulled out of an important phone call. Your time -your life- is simply no longer your own. You have lost control. Try to embrace it.

The Stuff of Parenthood: ...and What About "Us"?

You know that thing people always say about marriage and kids? That, "Don't-think-having kids-will-solve-your-marital-problems" thing? Well, in case you were wondering, it's true. While having a baby together does strengthen the bond at a deep-down level (going through heck and back with someone generally has a tendency to do that, i.e. having a colicky newborn together), in the short-term, at least, it creates a lot more marital problems than it solves.

Here's the way I see it. A couple that is well-rested, rational, and spends most evenings enjoying each other's company is 100% more likely to get along than a couple that is exhausted, barely keeping a grip on sanity, and that spends most evenings calming a crying infant. Some evenings, by the time you've put away dinner, bathed and got baby to sleep, squeezed in a favorite TV show, and crashed into bed, you realize that you haven't had a conversation today with your spouse. You don't even have the energy to tell him about your day. This is the sad truth of it.

Can't say I didn't expect it. One thing I didn't realize though, was how much harder it would be to communicate simply because of the increased noise level --how much harder it would literally be to hear and focus on what your spouse is saying over the din of the screaming and the wailing. We've actually had several misunderstandings simply because we mis-heard one another. (Being married to someone with low, quiet voice certainly hasn't helped matters in this department either).

Not to mention how many more opportunities there are to disagree about how things should be done and to just get cross with each other in general. Here are just a few examples:

"Should we let baby cry it out tonight?"
"Did you really forget to pack his binki!?"
"Are you actually asleep already?"
"Should we keep him up later or put him to bed now?"
"Are we a team on this, or what?"

But then, it's also the greatest part of marriage, isn't it? Working together. Learning together. Becoming parents. Together.

The Stuff of Parenthood: Concerning Bonding


As you can probably tell from my last post, I've given some thought to the idea of bonding. It's easy to freak myself out with this one: "Did I spend enough time snuggling/playing with Peter today?" "Will he still bond with me even though I stopped breast-feeding?" Of course you have these worries.

But more, I've thought about bonding as a process. Because here's the deal; when they put that baby in your arms for the first time, you and your baby are still -for most intents and purposes- total strangers.

All my life I dreamed of the moment when I would first hold my baby in my arms. In my dream, there was this moment of pure nirvana, this moment of total and instantaneous bonding. Now, as wonderful as the experience was, the metaphysical moment described above did not occur. It did not occur because, no matter how magical the moment, bonding simply doesn't happen in a moment. It happens bit by bit, day by day, diaper by diaper.

I love this quote about bonding and the newborn experience. It's from a book called "The babytalk Insider's Guide to Your Baby's First Year" (would highly recommend):

"...and life beyond the next diaper change is foggy at best. Sure, there are meaningful, memorable moments with your newborn, but it's not very likely that your relationship has evolved to the point that you could call it a bond. A bond is when you know exactly what someone needs and how to fulfill it, right? You may love your baby at first, but there's a good chance you don't always like him...or know what the heck to do for, with or about him.
...Meanwhile, we can all aspire to the perfect relationship...as long as we remember that these things reside mostly in fantasyland. Day by fuzzy day, somewhere along the way we start to get a little bit of it right..."




The Stuff of Parenthood: The Best Part

I'm going in a new direction with my blog. It will be les about what we've done this year (I want to make photo books for that) and more about my thoughts on stuff. All kinds of stuff. Not surprisingly, a lot of that stuff lately involves parenthood.

I should have made this post way back in November when my friend, Becky, asked me what was the best part about being a mom. I'd probably been complaining about something at the time (she has this endearing yet aggravating way of trying to steer the conversation in a more positive direction), and I, in my vast two months of experience, had a hard time coming up with an answer. I think I said cuddling and holding your baby. Yes, cuddling is great. But it's only part of the bigger picture. The best part? The best part is getting to know your baby - all of his wonderful little ways. And then, watching as he gets to know you. The first time he follows you around the room with his gaze. The first time he smiles when he sees your face -and all the smiles after that. It's the bonding. It's the way your heart grows.

This is a stanza from a poem my brother, Brian, wrote for my wedding. (Dave and I were married on May 1st, btw):

"...at length 'twill raise your orbits to enclose
little laughs and tiny toes
you'll wonder how a heart thus grows
or if yours may be the first"