MY days

I have been reading a couple of great books recently that have reminded me of something very important:

We don’t own our children.

They are not our possessions.

We certainly have a responsibility for them and are stewards over them. While we value them as our dearest treasures, they are their own independent people that we simply have the honour of guiding over a period of time. They are “on loan to us”. We need to take this honour and priviledge very seriously, but not abuse it by treating them like our possessions.

I went out for breakfast this morning with a group of gals from my “old neighborhood”. I actually only moved a few blocks away, but had to switch schools and leave my beloved street so don’t see these gals much anymore. It was nice to catch up and hear about all the changes. One woman had split from her husband a couple years back and was sharing some divorce woes that everyone seems to have – and they are all similar.

In passing, however, she commented how she had gone to her children’s school concert, “even though it wasn’t her day”.

I have always found comments like that a little bit bizarre. When you divorce, you divorce from the adult spouse – not your children. Why does “who’s day it is” matter when it comes to the kids? I have never cared less about stuff like that. My child has something going on, I will go, regardless of where they sleep that night. But it is so easy to fall into the trap of “My days” language, because that IS the logistical side of divorce. We have done it many many a time. But I think it needs to really change.

This woman’s comment was timely as Rob just yesterday morning had a chat with the kids about exactly this.

He talked with them about the fact that regardless of “who’s day it is”, the kids always just have one Mom, one Dad, one StepMom, one StepDad. Their beds and rooms are always here for them, regardless of where they sleep. They are loved and thought about 24 hours a day, 7 days a week by both sides. The days, are not “Dad’s Days” or “Mom’s Days”, their days are “THEIR days”. They just happen to be sleeping at Mom or Dad’s house that night.

The kids (moreso than the boys) have really struggled with this. Their personalities and their behaviour even change depending on “who’s day” it is. We have really encouraged them to be themselves, develop their character, make the same choices and decisions wherever they are: school, friends, Mom’s or Dad’s. Take ownership of who they are and who they are becoming. Slowly, the older ones are getting it.

But as adults, using language such as “it’s My day”, or “it’s My time” really sends a wrong message to them. It makes them sound like possessions. It makes them feel that their life is split and defined by the divorce.

I want to be more careful about the message I send in the language that I use. “My day” should only be referring to “MY actual day” and not “the days when legally the boys are assigned to me”.

The sad fact about divorce is it does become about the logistics, the division of time, and the guilt of the parents, because, essentially, that is what the law and the money tied to the law create. While the law should be protecting “the best interests of the children”, it often doesn’t and we, the adults and stewards, need to be putting the children first, above our needs and certainly above the money tied to divorce and child rearing.

We need to remember that our children did not choose divorce, and they don’t need to pay the price of divorce anymore than they already do. These special children are only on loan to us; they are not our possessions which we are entitled to have a piece of. I want to encourage them to “remember who they are” and live according to the values they are establishing wherever they sleep at night.

In the grand scheme of things, we are all just part of one big eternal family anyhow, living in different homes.

Best 10’s Christmas

Our fave Christmas traditions:

1. Quiet Elfie and Advent calendar
2. Secret Santa
3. Christmas Eve Nativity Play and Program
4. Chritmas Eve Buffet
5. Tree day : get it in the wagon and decorate!
6. Sugar cookies, gingerbread house and baking plates!
7. Christmas Movie Nights (It’s a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Carol, Mr. Krueger’s Christmas)
8. Pjs, hot chocolate and lights car ride
9. Christmas letter and quote wall
10. Present making (I get the best homemade gifts:)

The clock is ticking in our house…the kids can hardly contain themselves…2 more sleeps til Christmas eve!

Pay it Forward

This link was passed along on Facebook the other day and I thought it was a great example of “paying it forward” and how we should be aiming to live every day (not just at Christmas time).

I showed it to the kids this morning before school and they really liked it too.

I think it reinforced to them how acts of small kindness can go a long way.

Today, Zach was giving his little grade 1 book buddy a small Christmas present, and Gabe was giving two of his friends some gum to help them work out a conflict they had had (Gabe is acting as the peacemaker between his two feuding friends–their fight started off about gum!). Small acts, but can really be meaningful. So proud of these boys for thinking of these small acts of charity on their own.

A little reminder of our quote earlier in the year : “The smallest deed is larger than the greatest intention”.

Suspicious kids

Last night the older kids planted some video cameras focused on Quiet Elfie.

Unfortunately the recordings only lasted about 10 minutes so they were not able to see him leave. The video pretty much looked like this the whole time:

Josh this morning took some chocolates from the advent calendar and said,

“Mom, I think Quiet Elfie is stealing from you. He is giving us the same chocolates that we used to make the reindeer kisses”.

Hmmm…..

Teach the Children the True Meaning of Christmas

Christmas Eve was always the biggest celebration in my home growing up, and that is one tradition that has carried forward. We’ve added some things to the tradition to make it “CDF” over the past few years, and one thing that we added was the reading of this story.

The kids actually drew pictures to go with the story which we pull out every year, and even though they could do much better drawings now, I love seeing their art from their “littler years’.

I first heard this story years ago – I think when I was in my 20’s. Certainly in my pre-kid years, and I always thought I would share it with my children as I think it does an amazing job of bringing out the real meaning of Christmas. So now, it gets read every Christmas Eve, although I felt like I needed to be reminded of it now with all the hustle and bustle of Christmas….


Just a week before Christmas I had a visitor. This is how it happened. I just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I opened the door to the front room, and to my surprise, Santa himself stepped out from behind the Christmas tree. He placed his finger over his mouth so I would not cry out.

“What are you doing?” I started to ask him.

The words choked in my throat, as I saw he had tears in his eyes. His usual jolly manner was gone. Gone was the eager boisterous soul we all know. He then answered me with a simple statement, “TEACH THE CHILDREN”! I was puzzled: What did he mean? He anticipated my question, and with one quick movement brought forth a miniature toy bag from behind the tree. As I stood there bewildered, Santa said, “Teach the Children! Teach them the old meaning of Christmas. The meaning that a now-a-day Christmas has forgotten”!

I started to say, “How can I…”, when Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a brilliant shiny star.

“Teach the children the star was the heavenly sign of promise long ago. God promised a Saviour for the world and the great star of the East was a sign of the fulfillment of that promise. The countless shining stars at night –one for each man– now show the burning hope of all mankind.”

Santa gently laid the star upon the fireplace mantle and drew forth from the bag a glittering red Christmas tree ornament.

“Teach the children red is the first colour of Christmas. It was the first used by the faithful people to remind them of the blood which was shed for all the people by the Savior. Christ gave His life and shed His blood that every man might have God’s gift of Eternal Life. Red is deep, intense, vivid — it is the greatest colour of all. It is the symbol of the gift of God.”

“Teach the children,” he said as he dislodged a small Christmas tree from the depths of his toy bag. He placed it before the mantle and gently hung the red ornament on it. The deep green of the fir tree was a perfect background for the ornament. Here was the second colour of Christmas.

“The pure green colour of the stately tree remains green all year round,” he said. “This depicts the everlasting hope of mankind. Green is the youthful, hopeful, abundant colour of nature. All the needles point heavenward — symbols of Man’s returning thoughts toward heaven. The great green tree has been man’s best friend. It has sheltered him, warmed him, made beauty for him”.

Suddenly , I heard a soft tinkling sound.

“Teach the children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of the bell, it should ring for all men to return to the fold – it means guidance and return. It further signifies that all are precious in the eyes of the Lord”.

As the soft sound of the bell faded into the night, Santa drew forth a candle. He placed it on the mantle and the soft glow from its tiny flame cast a glow about the darkened room. Odd shapes in the shadows slowly danced and weaved upon the walls.

“Teach the children,” whispered Santa, “that the candle shows man’s thanks for the star long ago. Its small light is the mirror of starlight. At first, candles were placed on the trees — they were like many glowing stars shining against the dark green. Teach the Children that the candle symbolizes that Christ is the light of the world, and when we see this great light we are reminded of He who displaces the darkness”.

Santa turned the small Christmas tree lights on and picked up a gift from under the tree. He pointed to the large bow and said, “A bow is placed on a present to remind us of the spirit of brotherhood of man. We should remember that the bow is tied as men should be tied, all of us together, with the bonds of good will toward each other. Goodwill forever is the message of the bow.

Next, Santa pointed to the gift and said, “Teach the Children that God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son. Thanks be to God for His unspeakable gift. Teach the Children that the wise men bowed before the holy babe and presented Him with gold, frankincense, and myrrh. We should give gifts in the same spirit as the wise men.”

He reached in his bag and pulled out a holly leaf. “Teach the Children the holly plant represents immortality. It represents the crown of thorns worn by our Savior. The red holly berries represent blood shed by Him”.

Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a candy cane and hung it on the tree. “Teach the Children that the candy cane represents the shepherd’s crook. The crook on the shepherd’s staff helps bring back strayed sheep from the flock. The candy cane represents the helping hand we should show at Christmas time and all through the year. It is the symbol that we are our brother’s keeper”.

He reached in again and pulled out an angel. “Teach the Children that it was the angels that heralded in the glorious news of the Savior’s birth. The angels sang ‘Glory to God in the highest, on earth, peace and good will.”

Santa looked about the room, a feeling of satisfaction shone on his face. He read wonderment in my eyes, and I am sure he sensed admiration for this night.

Once again he reached into his bag and then removed a large wreath and placed it on the door and said, “Teach the Children that the wreath symbolizes the eternal nature of love; it never ceases, stops or ends. It is one continuous round of affection. The wreath does double duty. It is made of many things and in many colours. It should remind us of all the things of Christmas”.

I pondered and wondered and thrilled with delight
As I sat and viewed all those symbols at night.
I dozed as I sat in the soft candlelight,
And my thoughts were of Santa and all he made right.
To give and to help, to love and to serve,
Are the best things of life all men can deserve.
Old Santa Claus – that jolly old elf,
Is the very best symbol of Christmas itself.
He’s the sign of the gifts of love and of life,
The ending of evil, the ceasing of strife.
His message to me on this pre-Christmas night,
Has opened a treasure of deepest insight,
The one thing on earth we all ought to do,
Is teach all the children the right, the truth
And the love of God too.

New tradition

One of the challenges of the whole blended family thing is dealing with holidays. Holidays often mean traditions. Traditions often tie you back to your roots.

When divorce happens, everything and everyone gets up-rooted.

Our first Christmas was a bit complicated, as we really were two families, trying to figure out how to come together. We wanted to respect everyone’s traditions, but without having the “we used to do it this way” or “I want to do it the way we used to”. It can get kinda annoying.

Luckily all the kids were relatively young, so we didn’t have to deal with too much of that. But, we also consciously decided we needed to develop our own traditions. We made modifications to ones that we (ok – really, I should say I) could not part with (e.g. Christmas Eve, Christmas ornaments, advent calendar, baking) and started some new ones (e.g. Quiet Elfie, Secret Santa, and getting the tree routine).

As time goes by, all the “old ways” are becoming a distant shadow in the past; in part, due to all our new traditions – that have really become “OUR” traditions.

We decided we needed a few more traditions to add to our CDF repertoire.

One new one is our “New pajamas, hot chocolate, drive around and admire lights”. It’s actually an idea that I heard about from one of my clients, and thought it was really cute and my family might really enjoy it.

So, we bought everyone new pajamas and presented them to them during family night.

Don’t they all look cute?

Ok. This is what Josh really was feeling about taking a picture.

Then, we made some delicious hot chocolate, and hopped in the car (in our new jammies) and checked out the lights around the different neighborhoods. We also delivered some cookie plates to a few people along the way.

My flash wasn’t working but you get the gist:

We looked for the nicest looking Christmasy house (ours obviously:)) and the tackiest. Our neighbor across the street came in second for tackiness. We actually found one worse: the neighbor of my girlfriend Larissa. Check this place out:

It was fun. The kids seemed to enjoy it and were excited about adding another tradition to help us get in the Christmasy spirit.

And it was nice that everyone was all ready for bed when we got back!

Train Tracks

In 2007, at the height of my single Mom-ing it, I took the boys to Mexico.

It was an awesome trip. Well, there were a few little glitches, like Zach almost cutting his finger off in the luggage conveyor belt at the Cancun airport, and Josh getting his head stuck in the luggage cart at the airport (I was thinking “This was a really bad idea” when I was at the airport).

The best was when I heard Zach yelling from our BEACHFRONT balcony (with the beach filled with people) to the little girl on her balcony below us, “My Dad doesn’t love my Mom anymore so he’s not here – he’s at home”, in response to her yelling the question, “Where’s your Dad anyways”? I guess the people on the beach were likely wondering what the deal was with the blonde girl and the crazy boys in the Superman swimsuits anyhow.

At night, after usually some type of meltdown at dinner (talking Josh up from under the table), but the occasional lovely walk on the beach (where we’d lie to look at the stars and the boys would sing songs into their microphone sticks), we would head back to our room.

I would pop a movie in to relax after the boys went to bed.

It was on this trip that I watched, “Under a Tuscan Sun”, a must see for anyone who is going through a divorce (but has done some of the work after the divorce – you can’t still be in the puddle on the floor kind of phase).

My favourite scene was when the Italian real estate friend gave Diane Lane some pretty sound advice:

Signora, between Austria and Italy, there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train track over these Alps to connect Vienna and Venice. They built these tracks even before there was a train in existence that could make the trip. They built it because they knew some day, the train would come”.

I loved it. I knew at that moment I was building tracks and had to keep building, despite the fact I felt like I was building in a dark tunnel, with no light at the end of it.

As the end of another year draws to a close, I have been thinking about how blessed I am and the richness that I have in my life. It dawned on me that I did build those tracks, and without me even consciously thinking about it again, there is a train that now runs on those tracks.

I am on the most beautiful, scenic, breathtaking train ride ever. Better than what I could ever have imagined. I am sharing this ride with some amazing other passengers who constantly point me to different kinds of beauty that sometimes only an innocent eye can see. I continue to build more tracks with an engineer who has a vision far beyond mine, and creativity and patience to lay down each and every track. Then, he has the wisdom to hold us all close together and sit back and enjoy the ride.

Can’t wait for the adventure to continue.