My children will be making friends with kids from other cultures. In Calgary, their friends were either Catholic, Christian, or Mormon. In the Lower Mainland, they will be exposed to so many more religions. I want to understand the basics of each culture so that I can open lines of communication with my kids regarding what they believe.
We are Christian and I want my children to have a very strong faith in God but at the same time be tolerant of other religious groups. I realize that at some point they will start defining their own faith and I want to ensure that it remains Christian.
In Calgary our neighbours were Catholic and Mormon. The Catholic wasn't a huge issue, in fact my son went to Catholic Public School last year and I really loved the religious aspect of the school. Before he went to the school we talked about the differences between our beliefs. My son's Catholic friends weren't overly knowledgeable about their beliefs and since both religions are so similar it wasn't a huge deal. But when it came to my son's Mormon friends.....
Mormon children are very educated about their beliefs. My children, at a very young age, were told by their Mormon friend that I was going to die because I drink coffee. The same child told me that my husband and I weren't going to be together in the after life because we weren't married in the Temple. That's the good news, the bad is that I wasn't sure my kids would differentiate the difference between life and after life. So my sensitive highly intelligent son was worried that I was going to die and my marriage was going to end.
As my son gets older he says less and keeps more thoughts to himself. I don't know all his friends anymore and he has more play dates in their homes. If I can open the doors of communication by talking about the different religious beliefs then I can keep a finger on his religious pulse. The way I see it I have a choice, talk about all the options with my kids or put my head in the sand thinking they are only going to consider Christianity.
Talking about Other Religions with Your Kids
Summer Bliss at Mabel Lake BC
It isn't summer until I get to the lake where I've spent every summer of my life. Just being here is a confirmation that summer is here. Until now everyday, hot or not, just seemed like any other day. I am so blessed that I get to spend my days at my childhood summer home - Mabel Lake BC.
my children are blessed that they get to spend most of the summer with Gramo (not a typo) and Grampa at the cabin. This is where I learned how to swim, my father learned to swim, my grandmother learned to swim, and where my great grandfather swam. This year both my kids are swimming and getting better everyday, it's about time they did. Both were so cautious of the water that swimming lesson's were a waste of money because they never got any closer to swimming. I found it so frustrating as year after year they wouldn't get any better at swimming. For my son it took playing with other boys that swam without life jackets for him to take the next step. My daughter just figured out that swimming without an aid was so much fun that she became a fish. It may have taken a few years longer then it should of but I am proud that they are finally swimming so well.
Growing up I detested the idea of having to come up here year after year and not getting to see other places. As a teen I complained it was too boring. As a young adult I told my parents to leave the cabin to my brother, I didn't want to spend the rest of my summers there. Now, as an adult I can see the value in this place.
Things have changed over the years, yet somethings haven't changed, there is no cell service, no Internet or computer, no TV or video games. My kids don't quite know what to do with themselves outside all day. They might suffer from technology withdrawal for the first few days but they'll get used to it and even if they don't they'll survive.
The Fun is in the Journey
I am driving along the transcanada in the majestical Rocky Mountains for the thousandth time. Everytime I do I find yet another Jewel.
I left at 4:00 am from Calgary destined for the Okanagan by 9:30 am. The first time I drove this route by myself this early my 10 year old son was an infant now my 7 year old daughter is asleep in the back seat. She'll wake up just as we arrive and the 6 hour trip will seem like minutes to her.
Since we're moving to the west coast this will be my last trip. I zip past rest stops and towns I've stopped at in the past ans wonder if other Calgarians on their way to their Okanagan or Shuswap destination have taken a moment to enjoy the journey. Some places I've stopped to stretch, like Feader Lake, surprise me with kids playgrounds and quiet scenic benches. Some stops to grab a snack, like field, are filled with history and photo ops. Most though have been a historical educational walks for my children as they see, touch, and learn about the building of the railway in the BC Rockies.
One of my favorite pictures is of my son at 1 1/2 years old. We'd stopped at the Rogers Pass Petro Canada for a pee break (for me) and through sheer curiosity took a walk along the deserted rail track. An easy walk through the forest has plaques that tell the story of men who lost their lives trying to build a section of the railway. At the end of the journey is the Rogers Pass summit marker.
There are so many places along this section of the TransCanada Highway that relay the past history many only get to read about in History Books. How many Alberta and BC families have flown by in their cars, timing themselves to see how fast they could get to their destination.
Some stops have been planned, our time at the natural bridge in field. Some stops out of necessity like the little access roads off the. Main highway for a private urgent bathroom break. Some to cool off from the summer heat because our car didn't have a/c. Since I was born here and have driven this stretch of highway so many times the awe of it is lost on me. For those who have traveled here and taken the time to visit every part of this beautiful majestic mountain region and have seen the work of God, you are the fortunate ones because many who live here zip by on their way to somewhere else.
Onset of Puberty
I thought I had a few more years before I had to deal with pimples and body odor but my 10 year old son woke up this morning with a pus pot of a zit.
I was talking to my friend the other day about puberty and she mentioned she'd bought some books for her daughter to read. Don't get me wrong, I'm an avid reader and love books but I want my kids to talk to me and be open about what's going on with them. Although, I will use books as a tool I am developing an open dialogue with him too.
I started talking to him about his body at a very early age. At night I'd ask him questions about his private parts and who was allowed to touch them. He was uncomfortable at first but I kept the tone light and we'd joke about how he was different from his sister and why his pee looked different from his dad's.
I wouldn't get technical or tell him the bird's and bee's. He know's there is something called sex from the TV but he doesn't know what it is. After all he's only 10.
By asking light questions and giving him age appropriate info about his body in different non technical ways has enabled a strong line of communication to develop. Whether he will pick up his end of the line when he has questions or issues is yet to be seen.
Twice Exceptional
Being a parent is full of stresses, just when you think you have it all figured out you get a phone call. My son's schools have tested and labelled him twice exceptional. Labels, I had hoped my son would be average, even when it was very apparent that he wasn't, I didn't want him to be labelled. He hates being different and wants to be the same as everyone else. I can't blame him, isn't that what anyone wants, to be just like their friends.
When I got the call from my son's resource teacher with the latest test results I was filled with both extreme pride and foreboding. My grade 4 son, my baby, has completed grade 10 for reading ability and grade 8 for comprehension. Any parent would be thrilled to get such a call but it fills me with a feeling I can't explain. Of course I'm proud, but there is this worry, fear, and stress that won't leave the pit of my stomach.
I'm not a neurotic parent, far from it. I don't visit doctor's offices at the sign of a sniffle or the emergency room for every scrap or fall. I'm a firm believer in natural consequence, responsibility for choices, and figuring things out for themselves. I don't get rattled easily, I pride myself on handling any issue that comes my way - but every time I talk to his school I worry that he will not meet his potential and its my fault.
Working full time again has taken my focus away from my kids. Mothers always feel guilty, I mean isn't that a measuring stick of how good a mother you are? Working mothers have the added guilt of not being there all the time. This is probably the source of this feeling in the pit of my stomach the nagging voice saying I'm not good enough, I'm failing my son.
Can't remember the title of a book and the author isn't who I thought
It is so frustrating, you know when you can't remember something. I read a novel once about a women who's husband died when his yacht blew up. A year later a psychic shows up with a message from her dead husband. Someone murdered him and now is trying to kill her. She discovers her husband isn't who she thought he was. They don't have kids. In the end the whole thing has to do with money and his mistress the psychic. I thought the book was written by Joy Fielding but it isn't listed on her site.
If you have any suggestions as to the writer or the book title please let me know!! It's drivin me crazy.
Cadbury Buying Bikes for Africa and Fair Trade Coca Beans
Last night I saw Cadbury's TV ad telling the world they will buy a bike for someone in Africa if we buy their chocolate and enter the USP code. I thought of two things when I saw it: 1. They buy coca beans in the market where 40% comes from farms with child slavery. 2. The USP code is a great marketing tool to start an interaction with consumers - but what about the chocolate bar consumers that don't enter the USP code online?
Cadbury has promised to manufacture a chocolate bar that is made with free trade products. This is a much more important initiative for Africa then a bike. By purchasing coca beans that are grown on farms with NO child labour at a fair price the African people can have a better quality of life.
Since we don't buy non fair trade chocolate bars anymore, I am looking forward to Cadbury's free trade chocolate bars.
Cadbury's free trade chocolate
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