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For The Love of Praise


2011
06.10

Talking about validation in my DBT support group for parents of kids struggling with various types of issues has coincided with recognition survey results at the bank where I work. It’s interesting how people like to be recognized, as no two people are alike. Some people want praise weekly, others don’t feel that’s necessary. Some want rewards and others just want verbal praise. But everyone wants praise and recognition to be sincere. Working at a big corporation certainly differs from working as a ballet instructor, but giving sincere praise is an important component for both.

One thing I really miss about dancing is the immediate praise you get while performing a combination. Either you’re doing it all right and don’t get any attention, you’re doing something wrong and get a correction (which is not a bad thing at all), or you’re doing it really well and get praise like, “Good girl, Tammy!” That was my favorite one from my favorite teacher, Melissa Lowe. J It was always my goal while doing turns across the floor or grand allegro to have her take notice and give me a “Good girl!” shout. And when I was teaching I made it a point to take notice when someone was pushing extra hard, or putting into practice a correction I’d given them, by saying something positive to them.

When I was dancing, I know for a fact that praise did way more for my technical improvement than negative feedback. Some teachers I could just tell didn’t like me for some reason or another, and nothing I could do would get a nod of approval. Once I took an entire class where the teacher hated how I put my weight over the ball of my supporting foot when working on one leg. This was major. It was how I’d been taught to stand when doing tendus with the working leg, for instance. She wanted the weight to stay exactly where it had been when standing on two feet in 1st position. So I’d move into a tendu and fall over without hanging onto the barre for dear life. It was very odd and I never went back to her class again. I was also in severe pain for at least week afterward.

Now I’m working on bringing this validation and praise home. I realize that I pick at my own kids for the things I wish they didn’t do (“Your room is a mess! Pick up all these clothes—either put them away or put them in the dirty clothes basket!”) rather than praising them for the things they are doing right. “Thanks for emptying the dishwasher when I asked you to. It makes life a lot easier for everyone when we help each other out.”

Praise. Give it sincerely and give it often when deserved. It will improve this world. You never know what hassles people are going through in their personal lives, so showing praise for a job well done at work or in ballet class can sometimes be what is getting someone through the day.

Sick Kitten


2010
11.17

Our kitten has gotten sick.  We got Jude in August from the Animal Rescue but he was fine then.  He’s an adorable orange and white tabby who is quite vocal and playful.  He’s loving, too, which is why I’m as attached to him as I am—he sleeps with me and follows me all over the house like a little puppy.  The kids are all attached to him, too.  Sweet Tart didn’t take too kindly to having her queendom brought down (she’s our three year old black cat, gorgeous, but not so friendly), but other than her we are all in love with Jude.

Two weekends ago I noticed Jude was walking funny, with his hind end lifted up and his back legs seemingly sore.  Debby and I took him to the Carolina Veterinary Specialists who operate 24/7 on the weekends, and didn’t learn much of anything.  They did give us some medication to give him for pain and had instructions to take him to our regular vet if anything else came up.

Tuesday I noticed a hole beginning to develop at the base of Jude’s tail; it was some kind of abcess that just looked horrible.  It was at least the diameter of a quarter coin.  I rushed him to the vet who gave me antibiotics, and said that the stuff coming out of it was just dead tissue (which was why it smelled so bad).  Well, when that stuff started coming out again on Friday, I called up the vet and insisted on having them take another look.  Yes, it did appear to be fecal matter coming from the hole.  They sedated Jude to take a better look and ended up stitching his colon that had a tear in it.

The vet has kept Jude since then (it has been 5 days now) and wants to keep him until Saturday this week.  They said he probably ate something he shouldn’t have that punctured through his colon, but they aren’t really sure what happened to cause this terrible condition.  At first they fed him non-bulk foods to give the colon and stitches time to heal up a bit.  Yesterday after feeding him regular food, the news looked bleak on his ability to survive, but today they watched him go potty and everything came out where it was supposed to. Smile

They are also only going to charge me boarding fees instead of regular hospital stay fees because he’s been such a good boy and they haven’t had to do much outside of flushing out the abcess everyday.  And the surgeon isn’t charging me for stitching Jude up because 1. he didn’t ask me first and 2. he’d never done the procedure before.

So, I’ve been posting statuses on Jude’s progress on Facebook everyday this past week and thought I’d write up a whole blog to catch anyone interested up on the story.  It’s surely not as interesting to most as it is to me, but he’s my cat.  Just sayin. 

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Deanna heads to czech republic


2010
09.30

So my daughter Deanna has moved to the Czech Republic where she will attend the Townshend International School.  It’s a Baha’i school in Hluboka, two hours from Prague.  So far she has been gone two weeks and seems to be flourishing in her new surroundings.  She’s a very outgoing and confident person, and she loves to travel…hoping to have a job someday that will take her all around the world.

I miss her.  We all miss her, probably my daughter Debby misses her even more sorely than the rest of us.  She told my mom that she misses coming home from school everyday and having Deanna already here.  They used to hang out all the time and do things together.  But we have email and skype, thank goodness! 

She is also blogging about her adventures at http://www.whileiminczech.tumblr.com

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Down on the Farm


2010
04.17

Our neighbors and friends the next street over just purchased a farm in Lincoln county last November.  They have five horses and two miniatures that we got to lead around today.  The kids had a great time.  They have baby chicks in their house (for now) that will be moving to the farm when they get a little bit bigger, and the kids each want to have a chicken they can call their own.  We’ll be able to go visit them whenever we want to!  We had fun visiting the Tractor Supply store and feeding the horses apples. 

Chuck E. Cheese Adventure


2010
03.27

Thomas has a friend at his preschool that just turned 5 and celebrated his birthday at Chuck E. Cheese’s.  I’d never been there before.  I never want to go back.  It is full of screaming kids, although they are having a good time.  I guess it could be worse.  If only I’d taken my friend’s advice and worn some ear plugs it might have been bearable.  I didn’t eat any food because I knew that we had pizza at home and there would be plenty left for me, but it looked pretty good and Thomas stuffed it down quickly so he could get on to the cake and then to what he loved the most…playing in the hamster-looking tubes.  He did ride the carousel a few times, drove a car with Stuart Little, and sat on a Clifford car, but he was enjoying the sweaty stuff much more (hamster tubes and curly slide).

He didn’t want to leave and was already asking when we could go back before we even got to the car.  I wanted to tell him never, but I didn’t have the heart.  Next time one of his friends invites him to Chuck E. Cheese’s for a birthday party, Woody can take him!

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Fasting


2010
03.05

As a member of the Baha’i Faith, every year from March 2-20 we fast from sunrise to sunset.  This means no food or drink during daylight hours, which isn’t really as difficult as it seems.

We are told that

Fasting is a symbol. Fasting signifies abstinence from lust. Physical fasting is a symbol of that abstinence, & is a reminder; that is, just as a person abstains from physical appetites, he is to abstain from self-appetites & self-desires. But mere abstention from food has no effect on the spirit. It is only a symbol, … a reminder. Otherwise it is of no importance.

and ‘Abdu’l-Baha tells us this:

… For this material fast is an outer token of the spiritual fast; it is a symbol of self-restraint, the withholding of oneself from all appetites of the self, taking on the characteristics of the spirit, being carried away by the breathings of heaven and catching fire from the love of God.

Woody and I get up each morning and eat breakfast together.  Deanna has been sick so she doesn’t have to fast until she gets better.  This year would be her first time to fast, since the age of maturity for Baha’is is 15.  She is a little bummed about it because I think she was looking forward to seeing what it was like, but hopefully she’ll get over her coughing and sneezing and ear infection and can join us!

I have been reflecting more on the life of my spirit while fasting.  I’m thinking about how no food and drink affects my mental capacities and my energy levels in the late afternoon, and wondering how my soul suffers when I don’t feed it the spiritual food it needs to flourish.  This has been a good fast for me so far.  I’m not working yet (still on disability a little while longer), so I have a lot of time to let the meaning of the fast sink in.

Picnics and Naps


2010
02.21

After several weeks of either snow or rain, this weekend we were blessed with days in the lower 60’s!  My husband suggested a picnic at the park with Thomas, since the girls were out with their cousin having lunch before guitar lessons.  We packed turkey and cheese sandwiches on hoagies, fresh pineapple, carrots, peppers, chips, and Girl Scout cookies, then set off.  Just about every other house on the way to the park had people outside either weeding or washing their cars.  Sure, I’ve seen the loyal few who are out for a run or walk even in 30 degree temperatures, for for the most part I feel like everyone has been staying inside until the weather got nice enough to spend some time outdoors.

Thomas enjoyed the picnic and played on the slides and swings until three older boys showed up.  They had some kind of toy guns and were spying on each other in the trees and bushes surrounding the park.  Thomas wanted to join in so badly, he went to help the poor boy who’d been left to fend for himself against the other two, bigger, boys.  He was telling him quite loudly where the other two were hiding!  It was really funny, but soon after that we were ready to head home—Woody and I on foot, Thomas on his bike with training wheels.  We had a diet ice-tea with a lid that he put in his little bag on the front of his bike, and every block or so he’d stop and get off his bike to take a drink.

Back at home the adults settled in for nice naps, while Thomas watched his favorite cartoon channel on TV.  Now Woody is off to study at the library for his Foreign Service oral assessment and Thomas is across the street playing with Breahna and her two little sisters.  The girls are still with their cousin so this gives me the perfect excuse and time to write some blog posts!

Any Minute…


2010
02.12

The other day my son, Thomas, was making a mess with his toys—but what else is new?  Anyway, I told him to please pick them up because his father would be home any minute.

“What’s any minute mean?”

“Well, it means any time now.”

Less than five minutes later, I asked Thomas again to please pick up his toys.

“Any minute and I will,” was his quick response.

My Life


2010
02.06

I’m starting this blog so friends and family can keep track of what’s going on with my family.  Arthur and I have been married 17 years and we have three children:  Deanna is 15, Debby is 12, and Thomas is 5.  We also have a cat named Sweet-Tart.  We live in Cornelius, NC right now, where we enjoy the climate and good jobs.  I work at a bank and Arthur is a Project Manager/contractor.  I’m presently on a leave of absence from work (medical) until March 15 (possibly April 15) and have been off since January 11.  I’m doing a bit better and am enjoying the extra time with my kids.  I’ve actually been so busy driving them to appointments and school; I don’t know how we managed when I was working full-time.  Well, my parents and sister (and her husband and one of her daughters) live in Huntersville, as does my mother-in-law, so we have a lot of support.

I got my Bachelor’s and Master of Fine Arts degrees in dance and danced a short time with the Lexington Ballet, in Kentucky.  Two years after we married we had Deanna, and Achilles tendinitis made it impossible for me to continue dancing en pointe.  I taught at several private and one public school in Lexington and also started a dancewear retail store called Dance Essentials, Inc.  My parents moved from Indiana where I grew up to help us with the baby and the store.  We had the store for 10 years, but 7 years into it Arthur and I moved to NC to be near his family.  It turned out to be a good decision because three years later his dad had a brain tumor removed, and then he only lived an additional 16 months.  By then we also had Debby, and I became pregnant with Thomas.  Art, my father-in-law, named him Thomas Rhoades Stanwood, and was still alive and well enough to travel to the hospital to meet him after his birth.

My husband is now in the final stages of acceptance into the US Foreign Service.  Many people who leave the US and become families of Foreign Service Officers keep blogs, so I thought now might be a good time to start one for our family.  Next month he has the oral assessment in Washington, DC.  I haven’t seen any blogs where the spouse was ambivalent about moving overseas, but this spouse (due to my health issues) is very nervous about the prospect of leaving my family and home here in the states.  But I hope that my anxiety about moving will dissipate so I can be excited along with the rest of the family, and partake in this wonderful dream of my husband’s if he makes it past the oral assessment.

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