Friday, April 10, 2015

What's wrong with a woman president?

Asking why Hillary shouldn't be president and why we can't have a woman president are two completely different questions.

There's no reason why we can't have a woman president.  To say otherwise would be sexist.

However, to claim that this premise therefore means Hillary should be president is incorrect.  In fact, it's far more sexist to imply that if womankind is to have a hope of the presidency, that it can produce a candidate of no higher competency and moral fiber than Hillary.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Things I've Learned in the Past Year

:if it makes you resentful, stop.

:it's a lot easier not to take things personally when you no longer feel like their emotions are a sign of your failure.

:it's not all bad to be always be horribly embarrassed by who you were five years ago.  It means you're growing.

:I'll never be able to organize myself.  But I can outsmart my future self.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Did you ever pump and bottle feed your little ones?

Yes.  Grizz was an insanely difficult baby - I just didn't realize it at the time or cut myself any slack because at the same time, my cousin had a baby who had colic.  I thought babies came in two categories: colicky and easy.  Grizz wasn't "colicky" so he must have been easy.  Right?  

No.  Definitely not.  

He didn't nurse easy, he didn't sleep easy.  Actually, he didn't sleep, like, at all.  And he was my 25-hour labor.  Pirate came along and was still an intense little gal, but already so much easier to feed and get to sleep.  Then I had Guy Smiley... and I'm like, "Dang, people really DO have babies that are happy to just sit and watch ceiling fans!"  But I digress.  

Grizz didn't latch on reliably until he was three or four days old... until then there was some syringe feeding... I'll be honest, I don't remember how we kept him alive for those three or four days because I wasn't sleeping at all.  But at least two visits to the hospital lactation consultant later, we had him more or less nursing.  It just took both of my hands and one of The Wizard's to hold him in place.  And he didn't like my right boob for some reason, so sometimes he just wouldn't nurse on that side.  I was largely okay with this, until the day that I looked in the mirror and realized my left was visibly bigger than the right.  

As the weeks went on, he got better at knuckling down and nursing, except for when he didn't.  He loved to latch on, nurse for a moment, and then come off the boob, but by that time the faucet had already started and there was no stopping it, and all this milk would spill out before I could do anything about it, soaking nursing pad after nursing pad, or sometimes just my clothes.  And then when the milk finally ran out and stopped pouring out of me, he would decide he was hungry for real and want to nurse.  So yes, after trying to believe for three months that breastfeeding is a natural thing that babies are born knowing how to do, I gave up.  I still fed him breastmilk, but if he did the latch-on, latch-off thing, I put him down and I pumped.  

In fact, there was one particularly bad incident in which I had planned to stay at my in-laws all day until The Wizard came after work so we could all have supper there, but wound up going home halfway through the day because I was so soaked in breastmlik and sweat that I needed new clothes (I was also soaked in tears, because I'd been so soaked in breastmilk and sweat that it had made me cry).  After that, I never left the house without the pump, some bottles, new nursing pads, a dry nursing bra, and a change of clothes for both me and for Grizz.  And a bath towel.

But, every baby is different.  Both of my other babies pretty much wanted to latch on as soon as they were with me at birth.  Pirate was looking for chow.  Guy Smiley latched on and didn't nurse, I think maybe his nose was just cold.  I barely used nursing pads for either of them (I still have some boxes of leftovers in my bathroom closet), and with each of them I was able to switch to a normal, more-flattering bra much sooner.  

I've also been able to carry much smaller diaper bags.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Where's the Good in Monday?

In Genesis 1, God creates the heavens and the earth in 6 days.  In that time, God sees or says that it is good 6 times, but only says it on 5 of those 6 days.  He omits the observation on the second day.

The second day of creation translates approximately to Monday.

On Monday, God separated the light from the darkness, and He separated the waters, and the expanses of the heavens.  Separation is a kind of death.  We are dead in our separation from God.  Our death will be the separation of our souls from our bodies.  Those who experience a second death will be separated from God forever.

For me, Monday is when my husband is separated from us.  He goes back to work and he's not there when the kids and I start our day.

Separation is the reason moving sucks so much.  It's also the real reason I have no desire to watch any more Walking Dead than I've already seen.  Zombie gore is one thing, and it's not my favorite, but it's also not as bad as the dull ache of watching people separated from their loved ones.  Separation opens a door for the old enemies called despair and worry, as a husband wonders if he will ever see his wife alive again, or a mother her children.  This is one area in which I feel strongly that there is enough of it in real life, I don't need to watch more of it for entertainment.

In the Church, separation is one of our greatest weaknesses.  Sometimes it is necessary when there is corruption or when people are seeking to honor themselves over God.  But even as a divorce resulting from abuse may be necessary for the preservation of one of the spouses, it still hurts, because there is still a tear in something cosmically knit together.  Something meant to function as a body is now in pieces.  So it is when pieces of the Church separate.

Sometimes in saying things that are true but not popular, we cause separation.  I Peter is full of encouragement for when the world hates us for what we say, but where is the encouragement for when we feel we have run afoul of the directives regarding unity?  What of putting on love, which is the perfect bond of unity?  What of being at peace with all men?  Where is the encouragement when we have caused a rift in something cosmic?

My only encouragement is that it is just such an ugly thing that Christ takes away and pays for.  It is just such ugliness in me that He forgives.  It is a reminder of how much I need His grace, and He gives me grace and loves me despite my destruction.

On a Monday, feast day of separation, that's better news than coffee.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world...

I've come to the conclusion that so many Americans are so ready to part with a Judeo-Christian ethics system because they are so used to the comfort of public safety that they have forgotten they owe that comfort to the morality they want to get rid of. They don't realize that they are enjoying the stability and light of Biblical precepts acted out in society because they don't realize that apart from those standards, this is what man does to man.

Friday, October 4, 2013

"First they came..."

I support the shut down because I feel like it is forcing congress to stop and think and listen. While my peers may be frustrated by the lack of action, I am comforted by the lack of bad action. While my peers may be upset because there's not enough "compromise" happening, I'm thrilled because maybe for once it won't be those representing MY convictions who have to compromise in the name of approving a budget.

If all you want is an end to the shutdown, there is a clear and simple answer: defund Obamacare. Argue with me all you want about whether the bill is good or bad (actually, please don't), but if you want an end to the stand-off, cut it.

In the meantime, the administration is continuing in what I've always said is it's MO: tyranny. At first is was just ridiculous and unfortunate that they chose to spend the money to shut down and guard open air monuments and sites that receive NO federal funding. But now they are dipping their toes in oppression. Or maybe they're already wading in it.

I don't consider myself Catholic. But I don't want to have the regrets of Martin Niemöller either. It looked like a real shame to shut the WWII memorial in the face of aging WWII vets, but that wasn't a shame. It's a shame to threaten priests ministering to the military with arrest if they celebrate mass.

If you haven't put it together yet, the price of all the "free" stuff our government is pushing so hard to get you addicted to is the surrender of personal freedoms, and freedom of religious expression is no exception.