Thursday, August 15, 2019

No Place Like Home

The house on the property of The Church of the Presentation of the Lord, Montgomery, TX
Home: the place in which the family lives and grows--from cradle to grave. 

A welcoming front door, a porch for cool evenings, a kitchen that looks over a back yard, bedrooms around the edges, family space in the middle, a loft with gables and places to play and gather. 

You can see it in your mind’s eye, right? 

This particular home is not typical, though. It happens to be one of two buildings on the grounds of our new parish. The other building, a large barn-like structure will be turned into a temporary church.

So far, our parish has been using a hall for Sunday Mass and traveling to various parishioner’s homes each Thursday evening for a weekday home Mass followed by a potluck. 

Tonight our home Mass will be here, in this house. 

And, this house will be the spot in which Sunday school happens each week. 

For multiple generations, in this country, catechesis has happened in a Catholic school or parish religious education program. And, for many communities, that fact has tended to overshadow the family nature of faith formation. We have tended to forget that faith in God, a relationship with Jesus and a true love of His Church is actually passed on within the family. The parish only gives assistance to this task. 

So when I drive up to our new parish property and see this house, I can’t help but appreciate the symbolism, the subtle message to us all—catechesis happens in the home.

It is with the smells and bells of daily life that a person is imbued with the doctrines of the Faith and the virtues that support a faith-filled life.

First, the door through which loved ones enter and are greeted. In many homes, there is a holy water font there, a crucifix visible over the doorpost, the chalk marks of the three kings. Here we learn to honor our parents as the children rush to greet their father home from work; we put into practice marital love as we greet a spouse; we welcome guests as we step forward to shake a hand or take a coat. Here often, the biblical cup of cold water (Mt 10:42) is offered. 

The family room is where conversations occur about the day’s events, problems, joys, sorrows. Our knowledge of God and His will is applied to these issues. Games are played and children and adults alike learn to love each other even in disappointment and how to fight fair. 

In the kitchen, where the hungry are fed are the marks of the blessings in the family. Sippy cups, dirty dishes, food in the cupboard and a kitchen Madonna on the windowsill. Here is the place of certain smells that bring joy, or sometimes bring someone running. Here is where lots of motherly (and fatherly) prayers happen—desperate prayers about multiplying hours to get things done, and multiplying paychecks to keep the family fed. 

Somewhere in the house, perhaps the loft, is a spot where family prayer happens, where the Bible is read, where the feasts and seasons of the liturgical year are marked through art and linens borrowed from the dining room. Praying with the Church and worshipping God together as brother's and sister's in Christ. Here we connect with our heavenly family by invoking the saint of the day. 

Then there is the family table where daily prayers are offered in thanksgiving for blessings given. This is also a place of discussion about how God calls us to respond to what is going on the world—whether the “world” is our home that day or our government or a country far away.  Here the saint of the day we invoked in prayer is talked about and his story shared. 

At the end of the day, next to a comfortable bed, the family members reflect on their day—both the failures and the victories—begging forgiveness for the first and thanking God for the other. Peace descends, most nights, for at least a little while. 

And we know….

The steadfast love of the Lord 
never ceases 
his mercies never come to 
an end: 
they are new every morning; 
great is thy faithfulness. 

(Lam 23:3)

Sunday, July 21, 2019

The Still Small Voice in the Earthquake

1 Kings 19: 11-12

We arrived in California just in time for a message from God. It was so clear. We were at a table in Ruby’s Diner waiting for our food. Though not everyone in the restaurant heard it, everyone at our table did. 

The message was a 6.5 earthquake, the biggest in California since the Northridge earthquake that jolted my roommates and me out of bed one morning in 1994. Growing up in California, you can almost get used to them.

However, earthquakes are an interesting phenomenon for modern man, who prides himself on his scientific mind, his ability to explain, predict, change his environment. We have apps that track our weather and we feel like we can predict to the minute when the rain will start and when it will stop or when the hurricane will hit. We joke about how wrong the weatherman was—as if he can possibly know exactly. 

But earthquakes are a different story. As a native Californian, I grew up with earthquakes and I can tell you how unsettling it is to realize how far science is from actually predicting earthquakes. Unlike in the case of a hurricane, we can’t get a notice about an upcoming earthquake so we can stock up on water and food. Scientists might say they see activity, movement along a fault, but that is happening so often that there is no way to really know. There is no radar for earthquakes.  In fact, in the case of the quake we felt at Ruby’s it was followed by “aftershocks”, until one came along bigger than the first and it because the real quake and our Ruby’s quake was a “pre-shock”. Hindsight is 20/20 in the science of earthquakes. 

So, back to the message from God. The most difficult fact for a human person to absorb is this: “I am not God”. All the way back to the Garden of Eden, our temptation is to overestimate our own power. We look around and see the plants and animals over which we have so much control. We see our fellow man and notice those whom we deem weaker or less intelligent and our pride is fed. Even when we notice those who are “higher up” in whatever scheme of things we are noticing, we wonder how and when we can reach those heights. 

An earthquake is a clear statement from God: “I am God, you are not.” 

When God the Son died on a cross the earth shook. And we knew. He is God, we are not.

An earthquake is a lesson in humility. When the earth is shaking and there is no way to stop it, and no way to escape it, it is easy to feel very small and insignificant. This is a good thing. We ARE small and insignificant in comparison to God. Without His constant attention, we would cease to exist. Science can tell us a lot about how an earthquake happens, but it cannot accurately predict or prevent it. Only God has that perspective since each earthquake happens within his permissive will and, in some way, within the design of His Universe. 

A day after our Ruby’s Diner message from God, came another stronger message. All we could do was ride it out, pray for those in danger, and remember: “He is God. I am not.”

Friday, April 7, 2017

In Case You Get to Be an Expat

At Trafalgar Square-- a great place to visit! There are fountains, giant lions*, and the National Art Gallery--which is free and has very clean bathrooms. 

A friend is getting the amazing opportunity to live in the UK for a time and thinking about this great adventure that her family is taking is bringing back memories from our long ago adventure in the UK. 

When the youngest was just under six months and the oldest four, Jim got a job opportunity with his company in the London area. We lived there for two years and then spent two more years in Aberdeen, Scotland. It was a great time for our family and we would do it again in a heartbeat! 

That being said, there are some challenges that we were not entirely prepared for. Going to an English speaking country seemed like an easy thing at the time. How different could it be, right? Well, though not a complete culture shock, it was more shocking than we expected. 

So here I have decided to write down what I would say to myself, so someone else, taking a brood of little ones to the UK to live for a time. 

Cars: The first shock was car size. We were picked up at the airport in a "people mover" or minivan that barely contained our stuff and our kids (only three of them, mind you). In fact, I ended up holding the baby to save space. I had to reach through various items in order to put my hand on the other two kids, or hand over a snack. That was the first clue that cars were going to be an issue. Our next rental was so tiny it barely fit the three car seats in the back--the door banged against them when it shut. We pretty much had mini-minivans the whole time (it was a long term rental, financed by the company, but the rental agency would trade them out every 6 months or so). Most of them did not have sliding doors. This was especially a problem since parking spots were typically very small, and the mini-minivan filled them up pretty well.

Food: Some foods taste different and some names are different and some things just don't exist there. One example of different tastes, for us, was ground beef. I did not like the taste so I would use ground turkey in most of my recipes. I struggled to find ground sausage, so I made my own (not sausages, but loose ground sausage). Taco seasoning was different---it seemed cumin heavy. So I made my own. Salsa was just not the same, until we found Costco.

You will find that some veggies have different names. Also, the produce departments of most grocery stores are not as aesthetically pleasing as your typical U.S. store. Basically there are just boxes of veggies placed on shelves and on the floor---right off the truck it would seem.

People don't seem to bake as much so that aisle is a little anemic. Also the selection of ice cream always seemed paltry to me. Most stores are closed on Sundays as well.

On a good note--we discovered Kerrygold butter in the UK. Best. Butter. Ever.

Oh, and cream for coffee. No such thing as half and half. There is single or double cream. Single is closest to half and half and double is close to whipping cream. Never found flavored creamers, but I made my own.

Finally, you bag your own groceries. This actually went from a negative to a positive as I learned how much pre-organization I could do by bagging my own. Now I wish I could do it here.

Going to the doctor: The local clinic is called the Surgery. You can just show up/call at your local "surgery" and get an appointment, no special NHS card needed or anything. Depending on your neighborhood this might be a same day thing or you may need to wait. Some doctors accept private insurance in which case you usually get in faster. Our experience in the London area was different from Aberdeen. In London it was easy to find doctors that took private insurance, even in various specialties, like ENT and OBGYN. In Aberdeen that was much harder. In fact there were no private OBGYN's and only one maternity hospital. Often the local surgery is located in some old house, and still looks a lot like an old house.

Doctor's offices are often much less clinical. You will take your kid into the doctors actual office--there is an old desk and a book case and a doctor's table. He/she may not wear a white coat, and they won't routinely weigh, measure, etc. For kids (or adults) afraid of doctors, this makes it a lot easier.

Going to the grocery store:
Many of the stores we went to had paid parking lots. There was also a charge for the use of a cart (buggy) but you get that back when you return the cart. You can also use a token. I had one that was attached to my key chain, but then my keys were hanging from the cart unless I unhooked it.

Also, the carts are four wheel drive. All four wheels turn--which is great when you want to move to the side in an aisle, or turn a sharp corner. However, when you have a cart loaded with food and kids it can get really heavy and therefore hard to control. My hips and thighs got a work out and my back was sometimes sore from maneuvering the cart.

You will find that many products which have various brand choices in this country, are limited to store brands there. The one that comes most to mind is plastic baggies and stuff like that. I could not get Ziplock brand at the grocery store. The store brand reclosable bags are usually not as good. But, if you can find a Costco, you can get your Ziplocks.

Homeschooling: Though legal in the UK (at least it was when we were there) it is mostly unheard of. People will give you blank looks and you feel a little crazy. However, as American expats you are pretty much left alone. There are homeschoolers there, but they seem to stay way under the radar. Even among the American expats it was rare, mostly because many of them are getting a free ride at the local American Academy which is often really high end education, low teacher to student ratio and a locus for community life.

Also, we found that the local surgery did not know how to deal with my school age (age 3 or 4 and above) kids when it came to check ups and vaccinations. That is all done at school so they didn't even have forms to write it down on. If you are going for a short time (less than 2 years), you can probably just keep with the US schedule for vaccinations and catch up when you return.

Houses are usually a lot smaller than typical American houses. If it is an old house chances are there are no closets. Often you will find wardrobes (as in "The Lion, The Witch And...") but they really aren't great for kids clothes. We ended up filling them with plastic storage bins and drawers. We also had a "wardrobe room" in a couple of houses--it was a very small room stuffed with wardrobes that held everyone's clothes. Then the bedroom was just beds.

So, think simple wardrobe. There are a few sources for cheap-ish (by UK standards) clothes for kids--Asda and Primark are two that I can remember. I also found that both carried basic school uniforms which were especially cheap, and came in handy for heading off curious questions from folks while out with the kids on a weekday. They look like they go to school, kinda.

Appliances: Most of your appliances will not work over there. Anything with a motor or heating element will eventually die...if not immediately. You can get those transformers (big thing that looks like a car battery), but it is a pain. My suggestion is don't bother bringing them. You can get connected to an American Expat Women's group and often get those things used because some other family is repatriating and needs to get rid of perfectly good stuff that won't work at home. At the time they had email groups and message boards to find this stuff, probably now it is Facebook.

Refrigerators are smaller and when a rental lists an "American sized fridge", it is usually something we would consider normal size. Sometimes freezer are small, or separate, or non existent. Washing machines are also smaller and sometimes located in the kitchen. In fact, it is not unusual to find a wash/dryer in one in smaller houses and apartments (flats). These take ALL DAY LONG and do VERY SMALL LOADS. This is another reason to avoid having too many clothes. Simple wardrobes are best.

Getting about London or other major cities: Can you say light weight stroller? If you are going to be on foot in London with small ones you may be carrying strollers and stuff up and down long stairs to get in and out of the Tube--not to mention getting on with everyone in tow. We used strollers and back pack carriers a lot.

You will learn fast to simplify, get kids to carry all their own stuff as young as possible and locate eating establishments with bathrooms. We frequented McD's, and learned about other great locations for bathrooms. Like the National Gallery---free, and fairly clean bathrooms. Also the building near the London Eye had clean plentiful bathrooms. Trips were planned by these locations. We also found nice bathrooms with changing nursing stations in department stores.

This is in Scotland. Notice the rain cover on the light weight stroller. It came in very handy!
Other stuff: There are lots of little things like different words for various items and quirky things about houses and you can familiarize yourselves with this stuff on youtube. There is a channel called Anglophenia that has some good information in a fun format. Some, maybe many, of the videos are not exactly kid friendly so be aware of that. There is one in which they compare a UK home to an American home and it is very helpful and true to our experience.

I am sure I will think of more, but this is a good start, I think!

* In case you love this Trafalgar lions and you love picture books, you need to read the Katie books. 

Sunday, March 19, 2017

A "Meet Me in St. Louis" Party

Meet me in St. Louis, Louis, meet me at the fair!

Did you know that the second "Louis" isn't just repeating the name of the city for musicality sake, it is the name of a guy, who comes home from a hard day at work to find that his wife has packed her bags and left a note to meet her at the World's Fair in St. Louis. 
It't not clear how happy he was about this, so the song leaves you a little sad. 
But the movie is just all fun!

M is a long time fan, but recently she has become newly enamored, especially of the music. 
So this was a natural theme. It was just hard to figure out how to decorate. 
I originally thought of trying to make a trolley car cake out of pound cake, but that would not have met the Kennedy Family Minimum Requirements for Birthday Cakes: chocolate cake with chocolate icing. So I ended up with the cheap trick of printing out pictures from the movie and placing them in the cake. 

And again you are served up blurry pictures. Sorry. 

Then I attempted to make the window in our breakfast room look like the front of an old fashioned trolley car. Use your imagination...c'mon, I know you can do it!

The picture taped on the window in the middle section is this: 

So the red streamers on top are the trim on top in the picture, and the blue streamers are the railings, then there is a little sign above the words trolley that says "St. Louis Municipal Railway". 

Again, the highlight of the day is the "treasure hunt" for gifts. The folder below contained the lyrics to her favorite songs from the movie and an answer sheet. 

The clues, which are strewn around the house, are based on the lyrics. Like this:

Tootie sings: 
“and every morning, he would be
down underneath a __________”

Esther sings: 
“down in the _________ lived a maid
of royal blood though dusky shade”

Rose sings: 
“my darlin'
flies in the ___________,
shoo, shoo, shoo
flies in the ___________,”
Where do you find it?

The answer to the clue led her to a particular room and in the room was another clue. It is hard to see, but the first clue above led to a bamboo tree. We just happen to have a fake bamboo tree so it worked out great. 

The blurry sign says "bamboo tree" and the envelope below is the next clue. 

Flys in the buttermilk, shoo fly shoo!

And, of course, the last clue led her to the Dance Hall at the World's Fair, or as Tootie calls it in the movie, The Louisiana Purchase Exposition. She didn't have to dance the hoochy-koochy, but her gifts were there. 

Naturally, we had to watch the movie too!

All in all, it was a fun day! 

Happy 15th Birthday to the sweetest, funniest, wisest girl in the world!

Thursday, March 9, 2017

A Nature Girl Party

Our A recently turned eleven! It is hard to believe that the baby of the family is that old. But here she is: 
(Sorry for the blurry photos. It is not you or your computer, it is my bad photography skills!)

We have a tradition of choosing themes for the kid's birthdays and then decorating accordingly. In the last few years I have taken over the choosing almost completely and it is usually a surprise to the birthday kid. This year A hinted heavily that she wanted a nature theme and I went with it. 

Fortunately for me we have collection of artificial trees around the house 
(picked up during various stages of selling various houses...why does it seem like you have to have artificial trees in your home to sell it?), 
So it was really easy to decorate this time. A also has a wide collection of stuffed animals who appeared among the bushes. 

 And here is the very amateurish cake. Since we have back to back birthdays we try to make the cakes smaller, especially when Lent is upon us! This cake consisted of the Kennedy-traditional chocolate cake (Pioneer woman's Texas sheet cake recipe) with chocolate icing. Then there was green icing on top to represent plants and white icing sprinkled with blue sugar as a little river, which cascades down the front of the cake. ("cascade" makes it sound so professional, doesn't it?) There were also a little squirrel and a little turtle (from the fairy house section of Hobby Lobby--it came with a snail, but Nature Girl doesn't do bugs!).

And then, what has become the highlight of the day: the treasure hunt. I usually come up with some sort of hunt using clues related to the theme. 
I am so frustrated with these blurry photos! I don't know what went wrong!!!
A has a bunch of nature guides which she loves (she got two more for this birthday) and D used those to come up with clues related to some of the animals. Once she figured out which animal it was she looked at a map of the house (in the folder, along with the list of possible animals) and found which room was named after that animal. 

The last one was where her gifts were. 

Happy Birthday A! 

We love to celebrate God's gift of you to our lives! 
When He gave you to us He gave us sweetness, energy, a spirit of justice and truth, and a talented story teller too!

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Does Your Mother Exist?

If the neighbor kid says to your son "Who cares what your mother says, most people don't even believe she exists?"; what would he do?

If some high school science instructor challenged your existence in the presence of your daughter, what would she do?

If a college professor presents proof after proof in your son's philosophy course that you are just a figment of his imagination and that he has invented you out of a need for comfort in the face of uncertainty, what would he think? ₁

Chances are that your kids would laugh in the face of these challenges.

Even kids whose mother is absent from their lives would be unlikely to believe she didn't exist. There is at least some evidence in their world that she, in fact, existed, if only a birth certificate, or the fact that people they know have talked about their mother. Not to mention the fact that virtually everyone else acknowledges the existence of a mother.

The assertion is ridiculous on the face of it because we know and have a personal relationship with our own mothers. And virtually everyone else with whom we have contact also knows and has a relationship with a mother.

Yet, when a child's belief in God is challenged, many (if not most) children and young adults these days begin to waiver. Even those that have some intellectual underpinning to their faith may not stand up to the constant barrage of challenges to the tenets of the Catholic Faith and the Church's moral teachings, let alone the existence of God and His importance in their lives.

However, once a person knows, with certainty, that God exists and begins to develop a regular interaction with Him, then the challenges to faith, and the doubt of friends, and even family, are much less of a threat.

And, even a young child is capable of this certainty and this regular interaction with God.

The problem is that neither of those things can be given by schools, parish catechists, or even the Sacraments.₂

For a child, a real and personal relationship with God can only be nurtured in the home by loving parents who also regularly interact with God and to Whom they entrust their lives.

This is what we call Evangelization.

Catechesis is the unpacking and explaining of what God has revealed about Himself and His plan. It is crucially important, but it is not primary.

Moms and Dads...only YOU can evangelize your child. And you MUST do it if you have any hope that your child will grow into an adult of faith.

As a former teacher, catechist and trainer of catechists, I find it quite easy to talk about the Faith, and to teach my kids what the Church teaches about God. But rarely do lessons about the Catholic Faith turn into actual experiences of God for my children.

I am continually humbled by how often those glimpses of personal faith appear in the mundane moments of life. I see it in the midst of an argument with a sibling, a minor illness, or in the conversation that comes when the child asks one of those "Where does wind come from?" sort of questions.

Sometimes I see it during Mass, or while praying with them before bed, but most of the time it is in the rather ordinary moments. Grace moves in a child in mysterious ways and it takes the attention of a loving mother or father to help that child respond to those graces.

No religion curriculum, no matter how orthodox, or attractive, or intellecually challenging can make that happen.

No teacher, catechist or youth leader can make that happen.

Heck, parents don't even MAKE that happen. The Holy Spirit makes it happen. And parents are just there to shepherd the kid through the moments.

A parent's special knowledge of their child's heart, coupled with the grace of the sacrament of marriage make them perfectly suited to that shepherding of their children through the grace-filled moments whenever they come.

The good news is that even the most unprepared parent can begin to nurture faith in their child. Step one is regularly interact with God yourself--He is watching and waiting for you to simply turn your attention to Him. Step two is to share that interaction with your child. Step three is to watch and listen to your child and help them to see God in their lives.

If you are doing these things then wherever they get their Catechesis--whether at home, school, or the parish religious education program--knowledge of Who God is and what He wants from us will make sense to them.

1-These questions and the line of logic in this blog post was inspired by this Greg Popcak article
2-The Sacraments are REAL, but they are not magic. In other words, they impart actual grace which depends upon our active response. This is why Sacramental Preparation is so important and why it is CRUCIAL that parents are the primary source of that preparation. We are best suited, by design, to help a child respond fully to Sacramental grace. 

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

The Third Annual Oor Wullie Day

This is a re-post in honor of today's Kennedy Family Holiday:

In honor of all invented holidays with little to no real meaning, I present to you 
OOR WULLIE DAY, December 31, 2014!

Imagine a 1940's, Scottish Bart Simpson/Dennis the Menace. That is Oor Wullie. With his spikey hair and dungarees he gets into, and often neatly out of, messes and then philosophizes about them from his seat on his trademark upturned bucket.

Jim grew up getting Oor Wullie Annuals every year from his Aunt in Scotland, and now our kids read Oor Wullie. I learned early on that they can't be read least not be this non-Scottish Mama. I'm raising Scotsmen but I don't speak it.

Here is D's Oor Wullie imitation. And you can see the books all over the floor. 

See how hard it is to read? "It's a sait fiche" means literally "It's a sore fight" but figuratively "It's a hard life". 

"Oor Wullie Day" began in 2012 when the kids got an Oor Wullie comic book for Christmas and they got so absorbed in it that, several days later we had to put it away. That was when we decided that a once a year Oor Wullie marathon would be a good way to balance it out.

So, New Years Eve 2014 was the first actual Oor Wullie day. The kids had a ball pretending like Oor Wullie was going to come down the chimney and leave them food, or books or something. They made a sign and left him cookies. In the morning all the collected Oor Wullie and The Broons (a sort of companion comic strip) annuals were set out on the hearth and they had a few new ones.
This is from Oor Wullie Day 2014.
Then the fun begins:

Hour 1

Hour 3

Hour 5

Seriously. They read pretty much all day. D was the most absorbed, reaching his goal of reading every Oor Wullie Annual we own. He decided that next year he would read all the Oor Wullie and two of The Broons. M is a Broons fan and A just likes to find funny pictures to show everyone. 

It was the most peaceful, relaxing day we have had all year. Jim and I wanted to try and bottle it can we set aside some special things and keep them from becoming old and boring, or obsessions? How can we better foster a love of reading, or other non-screen activities that we can do as a family? We will be pondering these questions in the new year. 

Happy New Year! 
And remember, only 364 more days until Oor Wulle Day!