Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Ten Weeks


Miss P will be here in just ten weeks! Starting this week I go to the doctor every two weeks. We'll be switching insurance to University of Missouri's in a month and we still have so much to prepare for.

Yesterday I had my glucose test. They have not called yet, which I am hoping is a good sign. I guess my "Just say "not" to Gestational Diabetes" mantra worked? (Knock on wood). It is really hot here, but not as hot as Washington, DC or Texas, so I guess it could be worse. I had to break down and water the lawn yesterday after several days of waiting for rain. Next time I'll try not to be pregnant during the summer.

It's hard to believe she could be here in ten weeks, which is two and a half months.

Greg and I still have so much to do to prepare for her arrival.
I've registered Greg and I for a birthing class, I'm reading Birth Skills by Juju Sundin, I wrote up my birth plan, and we are getting her room ready. Sadly, just when I have adjusted to living in Missouri I'll be adjusting to Miss P's arrival into our family.

Greg returns from DC on Saturday morning and will be here permanently. The next few weeks we'll get him ready to start his new job, finish unpacking our house, finish painting, go to a conference for Journalism Educators in St. Louis (where Greg is receiving an award), and we'll have a yard sale.

Also in August I'll go to Texas for a baby shower for Miss P and get to see my friend Samantha who is coming into town for the baby shower from LA! A lot of exciting stuff.

These last two weeks (in Missouri) have been an adjustment. Life moves a lot slower here. I find myself craving ethnic food like crazy. Earlier this week I went and got Chinese and Indian food, although I wish I could go to Etete (on U Street) and have Ethiopian. Yesterday I heard some people speaking Spanish and it made my day. While there is culture in Columbia it is more difficult to find. In DC I could just get on the bus and hear three different languages. I guess I am experiencing a little culture shock.

That said I do love the culture of hospitality here. I've met some sweet people. I love my new neighbors and our friends the Varners. I am so thankful for all the time they have spent with me while Greg is away. I know I will get to meet some more wonderful people the longer I am here.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Adding a new chapter to our lives

A year from now my little angel will be 9 months old. It is weird to think about this. I've just begun to set up her room and her clothes only go through the first year. I've organized them in her closet and labeled them with closet dividers from newborn through 12 months. Amazing to think how one year will change our lives.

It has been a little over seven years since I met Greg and fell in love with his voice over the phone. Since then, Greg and I have had several chapters in our lives. I guess this is fitting since we are writers. There was the first chapter where we corresponded through email (March through May 2004).

During the second chapter when we dated in Washington, D.C. (May through June 2004), followed our long-distance relationship with me in Texas and Greg in Florida (July 2004 through May 2005). This chapter included my graduation from Baylor, move to Florida and first newspaper job--three really big changes.

Then there was the third chapter, our engagement year in Florida filled with three moves (for me) around Palm Beach County, planning our Texas wedding, Greg's graduation from PBA, the wedding and moving into our first place together (June 2005 through May 2006). Until recently chapter three was one of my favorites because of all the new beginnings.

Chapter 4 was our first two years of marriage--and for many reasons this was the hardest chapter we've had so far. We moved twice (once from one town home across the street to another), learned to lean on each other, celebrated many marriages of friends and family, mourned the loss of family, and learned to cope with job loss and success. These challenges lead us to reconsider what home truly is--and we found it with each other. We realized that no matter where we went, if we had each other it would be an adventure. We felt empowered, so we took a few risks...

Then in May 2008, chapter 5 began. This chapter took us to Washington, D.C. It lasted three years and was a time for building up each other and gaining skills. We learned to love culture, urban life, and broadened our minds and hearts. The greatest thing is we got to do this side-by-side. We both built on our careers, discovered a love for academia and teaching, and grew closer to each other. This chapter is in transition...and where chapter 6 begins is not so clear just yet.

We know many things about the newest chapter of our lives. It begins in the Mid-West, specifically in Columbia, MO. It begins with our first home, Greg's Ph. D at University of Missouri, our little baby girl "Miss P" and already some great new friends and neighbors. But for the most part the story is still unwritten.

This week a sorority sister of mine from Baylor said goodbye to her son James after he was diagnosed with an extremely invasive brain tumor. As Kara and her husband Matthew said on their blog, James beat the tumor in his own way. Her son was only eight months old, but brought joy to so many people. His life was short but his journey was epic. What Kara and her husband have said during this 24 day ordeal has truly changed the way I think about life. Life is not just about chapters, but the bigger story. James Camden Sikes and I never met, but his crazy hair photos and smile brought me joy, and the perseverance of his parents through this ordeal has strengthened me.

I'm not quite sure how this applies to our new chapter, but it got me thinking about Miss P's life. She has yet to enter this world. She has a blank slate. My prayer is that she will have many chapters--but they will all be in her own time and she will experience them all with joy. I'm just grateful that Little Miss P's been part of my story so far.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

A Letter to My Daughter

To my daughter,



You're not born yet, but you are very real to your mother and I. We just left Washington DC and all the people we love to bet on a better future for you in Missouri. It's a long drive from Washington DC to Missouri. And U-Hauls don't have very good radios.

So I've been thinking about you a lot. This letter is for you on that day when you have nothing better to do that scour your decaying parent’s files. I hope you'll keep this just between the two of us and the global community.

Even though you're not here yet, I love you already. I would like to let you know how much I love you. If you don't know from how much I love you from when I tell you so (and I'll tell you everyday), I want to let you know the many ways I'll be showing my love to you:

1. When I read to you- Its not just because I like reading and I want you to too. People who read for fun are more successful. In any field. It's statistical fact.  The great thing about reading is you may just learn something. Even about yourself.



2. When I go to your ballet recital/aerobics competition/cheer-leading competition- Believe it or not, I don't go to these things for fun. No, right now, in July 2011, your mother and I don't say "hey let's do something fun--like go to a ballet recital for pre-Kers!" But I will go and more than that, I will enjoy it because I will be there for you. It really is more fun to do things for and with other people than to just to look out for yourself.


3. When a boy breaks your heart for the first time and you cry while I calmly explain that all men are assholes- I’ll tell you that you are too good for them and it’ll be true. I can guarantee it.

4. When I don't let you watch the movie with the guy in the mask, chainsaws and gratuitous violence- Sleep is important stuff. Get some, you'll see what I mean. Also, there's no shortage of horrors in our own world. Read the newspaper instead, I promise it's scarier, but you'll be able to sleep at night.

5. When I tell you to listen to your mother- the thing you need to know about your mother is that she is almost always right. And when she's not right, she closer to being right than you want to think. She has taught me so much and I've only had a little over seven years of her in my life (there was a lot that needed to be taught. See #3). You've got her forever! Learn from her. You'll be better for it.


6. When I explain to you that reading the entertainment section of the newspaper first is like having dessert for breakfast- No, no, no. You start with the front page, follow any jumps you like and then hit the editorial pages. But don’t spend too much time there. The writers in editorial get more insipid by the day. You have to work up to the reward of the entertainment section.

7. When I explain to you that if you find yourself voting for a single party down the line, you’re probably not reading enough- Or if you’re reading enough, you’re not reading enough from different people. Or you’re not thinking about what you’re reading. Our world is increasingly complex and odds are it’ll be more complex by the time you’re old enough to read this. Make it your goal to listen and understand people who are very different from you.

8. When I tell you to go put more clothes on- your mother will be able to explain this better than I can but the gist is that there are girls who make themselves look good by wearing less fabric and girls who make themselves look good by wearing more fabric. Wear more fabric. People will accuse you of class. Also, you’ll end up running into less of the creepy guys without checking accounts who want give you a ride on their motorcycle (more on this when you’re older).

9. When I don’t throw you out a window after you’ve left all your girly stuff everywhere- yeah, I know what’s coming. Makeup powder all over my bathroom sink, nail polish bottles on the living room coffee table, sparkle eye shadow on the bathroom floor (a fortuitous location if my heels wanted to sparkle). I suspect this because of the phenomenon I like to call “Mimi-sprawl” –when you’re mother makes a home somewhere it slowly begins to ebb out, taking over everything in it’s path like a German blitzkrieg. By the way, it’s rude to leave your stuff out. But you’ll see me show extraordinary patience.

10. When I make you come to Church with us, even though you’d rather sleep in and listen to music produced by a teenage guy with a too-perfect skin and lyrics about how no girls like him- I think being part of a community of faith is important--even if you take the religious part out. There are not a whole lot of atheist or generically “spiritual” groups who donate a lot of money when disasters strike.

11. When I make you be nice to family even though you want to throttle them- You don’t always have to like your family, but you do have to love them. The main problem with family is they know who you really are. That can be as unbearable as you make it.

12. When I don’t laugh in your face when you try to change your name in middle school- it won’t work. People will continue to call you by your real name. But that will be when you’re trying to assert your own identity. What you’ll later discover is that your entire life before middle school was a pretty big part of your identity.

13. When I don’t let you litter even though the cool girls at school do it- those cool girls are actually tools, but I’ll explain that to you at the time. We don’t have other planets to use. I’ve done my part to take care of this one, so you should to.

14. When I don’t give you want you want- The great thing about not getting our every want is that it helps us focus on what we really need. And whoever said it was good to get what we want?

15. When I insert your name into lyrics of timeless songs, ruining them for you forever- I already do this for Mimi and even for the dog. Sometimes I narrate their lives in the songs. You’ll think it’s ridiculous for at least part of your life (perhaps most). We only live once. Might as well sing while we’re here.

16. When I inform you that Superman is the greatest of all superheroes. It's true and here's why. Every other superhero has to put on a costume to become super. But Clark Kent IS the costume. He takes off his costume to become Superman. It really is what's on the inside that matters most.

17. When I tell you to reward yourself everyday- Now don't go crazy on this one, but you know what I mean. You see a bowl of M&Ms and know it’s not exactly the world’s most nutritious snack, but eat one or two anyway. It’s Thursday, the week is dragging, you’ve had your cup of coffee but are still on fumes—let yourself have a second cup. It’s a busy day and you’re racing across town—let yourself slow down enough to admire the flowers, the trees, the world around you.

I can’t wait to meet you! You can’t know how much I anticipate the day when I get to look in your eyes, rub your nose and bounce you on my knee! I never knew it was possible to love someone you’ve never met, but I love you even with you as a blank slate preparing to enter this world. There’s so much I want to show you!

Your dad,

G

Friday, July 8, 2011

Bitter Sweet Goodbye

Yes we are moving to heaven. But I really feel like the city of Washington, DC is heaven. Or at least, heaven grows here.

This morning I woke up at 4:26 a.m. on the dot. This seems to Miss P's choice time to get her mommy out of bed. I realized that is is my second to last day to wake up in my bed in this house.

So that is why I was sobbing by 5 a.m. Washington, DC has become the home I always wanted. I hope I make Columbia the same--but it will be hard. The friends we have made here have journeyed with us through some amazing times, and we have been blessed. I thought I would take this post to write some things Greg and I are thankful for as we reflect on our time here in DC. All these groups/places have made this City one we will look at completely differently for the rest of our lives. I know we have been changed. What that change looks like I'm not sure of yet, but I think I like it.


1) Georgetown University

Georgetown was a great opportunity for us both. We both met wonderful people-friends and professional. We both learned how to do stellar academic research. We both graduated with MA's in Communication, Culture and Technology and we both discovered new directions for our careers. Georgetown provided us with many opportunities and privileges and although it was an expensive experience it has put us in an entire new playing field. I could go on for days about why the decision to attend GU was one of the best we both ever made. It broadened my perspective in ways I could never have expected. The friends we made at GU helped us to gain new perspectives and realize that hard work and fun can go hand-in-hand.

2) The Washington Journalism Center

Although I have a lot to thank WJC for in general (our marriage, our decisions to enter journalism, and all the wonderful friends and contacts we have made), during this chapter of our lives it has provided us with an extended family. Greg was paid to work there, I hung around and learned from the students and Terry. This opportunity allowed me to deeper explore and reflect on why I decided four years before to try my hand at journalism--the quest for truth, justice and educating the public at large. WJC became our new Royal Poinciana Chapel and Palm Beach Post at the same time. It allowed us to use our calling to care for people and our passion for journalism in a way that many would not think possible.

3) Zeta Tau Alpha

When I was a sophomore at Baylor looking for a structured social organization--and to honestly start over after a tough Freshman year, ZTA provided me with the opportunity to "seek those things that would ever enrich and ennoble my life." In DC I have been blessed to be part of two groups of women who amaze and astound me with their commitment to caring for the world and each other. Each woman is so unique but we are all so much the same. Through the Washington, DC and Silver Spring Alumni Chapter I have seen love and friendship manifest itself in ways I never saw as an undergraduate at Baylor. These women welcomed me to the area with open arms and will continue to be part of the memories I hold dear in life. I look forward to the day when I can share what this means more deeply with my daughter. I hope she too will find a connection with women--across the country and the world like this someday. ZETA is so much more than a social organization and it stretches beyond college and into life.

4) Mosaic Church of the Nazarene

This section of the post is one of the most difficult to write. First because it was Mosaic that appeared so late in our time here in DC, but its impact is enough to envelope the entire experience we have had here. Greg and I began attending this church after a friend recommended it to us in Fall 2010. We had been attending another congregation and had a hard time with some of the changes going on at that church. We decided to try out Mosaic and several other DC churches. After a visit in November we discovered Mosaic was the perfect fit for us and in January we started working with the worship band there. Mosaic does not pretend to be the place where everything comes together, it does stay true to its calling and in its brokenness it is beautiful. The Kazee family reached out to us, they helped us see that the love of Christ is something that stretches beyond church and can be shared in fellowship with others. The congregation welcomed us as children to a family. The people we met genuinely wanted to get to know us. They became closer than friends and fellow parishioners-they became our brothers and sisters. Because of Mosaic we almost decided to stay in DC for Greg's Ph. D program, but even though we are not staying the church was extremely supportive of our decision to move to Missouri.

5) Other Friends

There are a number of other people who have been there for us. What I like to call "our cloud of witnesses" although they are not just religious relationships. Our Wylie neighbors have made living in the Atlas District a special experience I will rave about to people for years, the people at the places I have worked have each reached out to me in certain ways, those relationships we brought with us from Texas and Florida and Palm Beach Atlantic University and Baylor...they have all made the time here one that has been unique and exciting.

These five areas have served as hubs for our friendships and joys while in The District and I would not trade any one experience for another.

This City is so much more than a place. It is an amazing world with people who are passionate about life. The people here work hard--many of them without recognition. They all come from somewhere else and seek to find a home if just for a little while. This City has taught me about justice, love, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, self-control, and working hard. Thanks to you DC for teaching me what heaven on earth could look like.

Missouri is exciting because it provides a new life--one which will look very different from what we've had here. With a new home, new family and new friends to share life with. This is all very exciting and scary at the same time. But no matter what lies ahead, I hope and pray that the friendships we form in Missouri will be just as impact-full as those we have made here in the District. I hope I can take some of my DC heaven and plant it in Columbia, Missouri.