“I shall tell you what I believe. I believe God is a librarian. I believe that literature is holy...it is that best part of our souls that we break off and give each other, and God has a special dispensation for it, angels to guard its making and its preservation.”
Sarah Smith

Sunday, May 22, 2011

What the RenFaire is all about

On Saturday we went to the Renaissance Faire in Ogden. We were not sure what to expect, but it sounded like it could be mildly educational, and our homeschool group had set up a group rate that got us in for $2 per person, instead of $12 apiece. Who on earth are the people paying $12 to get into the Renaissance Faire is beyond me, but there were definitely a lot of them there. Anyway...





By far the coolest part was the jousting tournament, done by an actual world-class jousting troupe that included the world champion himself. There were lots of wood splinters flying in the air (one of which hit a little girl on the head), quite a bit of trash talk, and plenty entertainment in the form of knights getting knocked off their horses, sometimes with both knights falling at the same time, which was awesome. I think the best part, though, was the times when the super-cocky world champion got knocked onto his super-important behind. Here is an example of just that:






The armor was so heavy that when they got knocked down, they just had to lay there on their back like a turtle until somebody came and lifted them back up!



We got to watch a demonstration by a blacksmith, who used a single thin metal dowel to make this leaf, which he then gave to me. How gallant!
There were tons of shows, including a pirate show (we missed most of that one, we got there just in time to see the final part, which was a guy dressed as a pirate, walking barefoot on shards of broken glass), two different magic shows, people singing and playing instruments, a belly-dancing show, a troupe of dancing gypsies, sword-fighting, and acrobats. You could try knife-throwing or axe-throwing (Ben did that one), one guy let all 3 boys try their hand at shooting a rubber-band gun at some targets (Matt was the only one who hit one!), and we liked the trebuchet demonstration (it's like a catapult, but uses weighted balances). They were using it to chuck bowling balls and watermelons into the neighboring field, and Ben even got to launch it once:




The kids really liked the ancient-looking puppet show, which they insisted we see twice:










There were tons of people dressed up, even kids. I loved the gorgeous dresses of some of the women (although I was not a huge fan of the immodest gypsies and belly-dancers), and some people had some really good and creative costumes. Some, not so much. It was kind of a stretch, but I could understand why there were several men there wearing Jedi outfits (I guess you gotta work with what you've got). But I think the guy wearing the t-shirt that sported a Star Trek communicator on the front got lost and went to the wrong convention. And there were some people who were just mysteries altogether!



Overall, it was really fun, despite the lobster-red sunburns we received because, whatever nut-jobs were in charge of the expedition didn't think of sunscreen. Pshaw! We went in wondering what the Renaissance Faire was all about, and this is what I have concluded: it's mainly about wearing elaborate but inaccurate costumes made of pieces from varying time-periods and regions, half-naked gypsies, fairies and wizards and knights and royalty and peasants and weirdos all getting together to have a great time.
And Captain Jack Sparrow, apparently.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Good Ideas for Bad Guys



Does anybody else remember the Safety Kids?! We used to listen to it when we were kids. Every once in a while I will still catch myself singing, "Sometimes you just gotta yell and scream/Sometimes it's the only thing to do/Noisy as a firetruck/You just gotta open up/And get the crowd's attention turned to you!"





My parents gave us a night at their timeshare condo, so that's where we all were on Friday night when I happened to catch the first few seconds of the news. They were telling about an upcoming story of a child predator that had been roaming around "Davis County" that day, trying to get little boys into his car. So of course I had to watch it, and of course it ended up being centered in Kaysville and Fruit Heights. Pretty scary, since my boys regularly traipse through our neighborhood to various friends' houses. The younger two are always supposed to have someone else with them, but it's still not a comfortable thought to think about the other little boys in our area who had been approached that day by the man in his van. So we had The Talk with our kids yet again on Friday night (no, not that Talk, the other one). This talk is repeated with regularity around our house, usually whenever something like this happens, or just spontaneously while driving in the car or while we're all hanging around at home.





We began with The Talk in earnest when Ben was around 4 or 5. At the time, he was completely enamoured with "teenagers." My brother and sister were both still teenagers, as was my cousin who babysat for us frequently. To Ben, teenagers were totally cool, and they got to do tons of cool things, and he just adored everything "teenager." Well one day, we had reports of a man trying to lure some kids into his truck just a few blocks from our house in Clearfield. Later that day, he apparently succeeded in Syracuse, grabbing a little girl (I seem to remember she was about 8 or 10) as she was walking home with her brother. But here's the thing: she escaped! She began an all-out assault on her kidnapper as he drove away. She screamed and screamed and wouldn't stop, while pulling his hair and scratching his face relentlessly from the backseat. Apparently, he decided she wasn't worth all the trouble, and he simply dumped her on the side of the road and drove away! And later that day he was caught and arrested by police. I remembered I had heard the same thing on Oprah when she talked about women's self defense. They said that an assailant will try to find someone who looks like they will go quietly, who is timid and shy looking, and if you put up a fuss they will generally just walk away because they don't want the attention drawn to them.





So our master plan of making our kids "not worth all the trouble" they're causing was put into action the next day. It started with the mugshot in the paper. The man who had tried to kidnap that little girl was actually fairly young, maybe early twenties, and looked even younger. Almost like a teenager. So I showed Ben his picture in the newspaper and lead him along with questions like "Doesn't he look like a cool teenager?" "Doesn't he look nice?" And then I gave Ben a simplified account of why he was in the newspaper, and explained to him that even if someone looks cool or nice, they may not be, and continued to explain about bad guys not always looking bad. We also talked about not getting in strangers'cars and running away from those situations. I told him if he was ever lost while we were out, he should find someone who worked in the store, or a mom with kids, and they would help him. We try to cover many different scenarios by posing questions: "What would you do if this happens?" "What should you do in this situation?"





And then came the "fun" part. I really wanted to make sure that he was not worth the trouble for a predator. So I told him the 3 main things he should do if someone tried to grab him: Scream, Fight, and Run. Now here is the crucial part: the elaboration. I have seen the 20/20 specials where parents leave their kids alone in a park for a few minutes so that they can be secretly filmed to see what they will do when a stranger approaches asking for help to find a lost puppy. Every time, the parents were adament that their kids knew what to do and would never accompany the stranger, and every time the kid fell for the thought of a poor lost puppy dog and followed the strange adult away. I am sure that one major component that these kids were missing was practice. So we spend time elaborating on the 3 things to do (scream, fight, run), coming up with ideas and practicing. It seems to me, in the heat and panic of that moment, not many people, child or adult, will have much brain space available for calmly deciding what to do. But if we give our kids ideas in calm times, with repetition, then if the time ever comes when they need those ideas, they will already be there in their minds and will come forth quickly for execution.





Scream: Like the words of the Safety Kids song, the goal here is to be as noisy as a fire truck and get attention turned to you. So I tell my kids the key is to scream and scream and not stop. Scream in his ears, try to deafen him. We give them ideas of what to scream, like "Help!" or "I don't know you!" or just plain "AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" That way they don't have to come up with the words on their own in their panic, you have already given them the words when they are calm and ready to learn and remember, and they can practice. Encourage your kids to think of some ideas themselves. Let them demonstrate their loudest scream. This practice and dialogue actually makes it a little less scary, and more empowering.





Fight: This is the part that the kids always like. At least boys do. Throughout this process, give them lots of ideas and repeat things many times in slightly different ways. This helps it to stick in their minds. We help our kids come up with specific ideas, and we are not merciful to this imaginary bad guy. Try to think of things that play on kids' strengths. There's no way they will be stronger than a grown man, but they can still hurt him by playing dirty. Some we have come up with in the past include biting (tell them to try to draw blood or remove a finger: societal norms and good manners can run deep. This is no time to do something halfway, it will only make the kidnapper angry. We want to make it hurt enough to make him let your kid go, and your kid needs permission from you to hurt someone that bad), scratching (aim for the eyes if they can, or anywhere on the face is good, again trying to draw blood), the groin (anything they can do here, as long as they can do it hard. Kicking is best, but punching, yanking, biting, or twisting will also work). All these things will play on a kid's strengths. Also help them think of things like laying down on a car seat and kicking repeatedly with the heels of the shoes, pulling hair (trying to yank large chunks completely out), even pinching or scratching wildly like a crazy cat will get them somewhere. Let your kids come up with ideas themselves. This is the part my kids like. They will go on and on about "I would do this and this to him and punch and kick and ... etc." I know it sounds kind of violent and counter-intuitive to a mother, but I really think that this is part of the process of letting them know that they have permission to truly hurt another person. Without the feeling that they have this permission to do something that they would normally get in trouble for, they may be hesitant and timid about it, and it could cost them their chance to get away. And remind them that, all the while they are fighting, they should still be screaming and screaming. Don't stop screaming OR fighting until you are free! And finally:





Run: Hopefully this can happen before an ill-intended stranger gets their hands on a kid, but if not, it is the 3rd step. Once the kidnapper gets fed up and lets the kid go, or once they are laying on the ground with a kicked groin or clawed-out eyes, the kid's job is to RUN!!! Tell them to run as fast as they can, towards something, be that back into the store, to the nearest house, toward the road, wherever they can find people. At this point, it doesn't really matter who he or she runs to, pretty much anyone is going to be better than what they just left. So let them know, this time it doesn't have to be an employee or a mother with children. Just this one time, it's ok to run to a car on the road or in the parking lot and find any adult to help them. And tell them, don't stop screaming even now. Scream while you run. Scream and scream and scream. Let your kids help come up with ideas of where they could run, coming up with every scenario you can think of. This repetition of lots of different ideas will help open your kids' minds so that they can adapt quickly to the situation and figure out what to do, even if you haven't covered that exact situation with them before. And letting them help with the ideas will keep them interested, and this will also help them learn to adapt.





I know this seems like it could be scary for a little kid. You definitely have to make it fairly age-appropriate in the amount of info you give them, and in how you present it. But I start talking about this with my kids when they're about 2. A slight bit of fear - well maybe more like awareness - is appropriate to make your kids safe. My kids have never been scared by these talks. And I feel like we are really helping them be prepared so that hopefully none of this will ever even be needed. Every once in a while we pop the question out of nowhere: "Who can tell me the 3 things to do if a stranger tries to grab you?" I think if they can keep those 3 things in their minds, they will have a very good chance of not ever "being worth it."

Monday, February 21, 2011

A typical sunny summer day going outside to play:

Kids: Mom, can we go out and play?
Me: Sure guys. Have fun!
Kids: Ok, bye!


A typical snowy winter day going outside to play:

Kids: Mom, can we go out and play?
Me: Ugh! (knowing what is about to unfold)
Kids: Please please please please please?!
Me: Alright, go get your stuff on.
Kids: Mom, I can't find my boots! Where are my gloves? Do I have to wear a coat? So-and-so has my hat on and won't give it back! Has anybody seen my other boot?! Mom, will you help me put on my boots and my coat and my gloves and my hat? (Then, after all of these things have been put on...)Wait, Mom, we forgot to put on my snowpants! (And then it all has to come back off.) Where are my boots?!?!etc., etc...

Finally, 10 incredibly aggravating minutes later...

Kids: Bye, Mom!

And 4 minutes later...

(As 3 children walk in the door and all the way through the house looking for me, all taking different paths over hardwood and carpet alike, wearing wet slushy boots, and coats and gloves covered in snow...)
Kids: There's nothing to do out there, and it's too cold!
(As they scatter sopping winter clothing through every room in the house...)
Kids: Now can we have some hot chocolate?

Need I say more?

Monday, February 14, 2011

There are generally two possible reactions you get when you say the words "high school" to any given adult. One is an immediate, passionate response that expresses something similar to: "Ugh, high school was the worst! Oh man, it was terrible. You couldn't pay me to go back and do that again!" Sometimes this continues for quite a while, occasionally with T.M.I. personal examples (usually including graphic descriptions of acne and other physical insecurities) and names and accusations flying (you know, like "So-and-so was such a jerk to me" or "___ was the worst teacher ever! He/she made my life miserable")! This is the response you get from what seems to be the higher percent of people.


The other segment of the population will typically respond with something along the lines of, "Oh, I loved high school! It was awesome. I was in this sport and this club, and I was the president of blank, and I had so much fun!" And here's the confession: I'm one of those folks.


It's true, I really liked high school. It was ONE of the best times of my life. Not THE best, mind you, but that time period is definitely up there in the ranking. I wasn't in a sport, and I certainly wasn't ever the captain or president of anything. But I enjoyed myself.


I think part of the reason is that it was so much better than everything that had come before it. As far back as I can remember, I was definitely a nerd. I got made fun of and rejected quite a bit growing up. I was called names, and people played mean jokes on me. I sat alone at many a lunch table, and pretty much all bus rides. I CERTAINLY was not someone you would want to let go near any type of organized sport where there were others who could be injured by my clutziness. Don't get me wrong, I had some friends, some very good ones at times. I wasn't miserable all the time in school, just most of the time.


But about half-way through 9th grade, things started to change. A lot. I had found two things I really loved - singing and theater - and those things helped me make a lot of friends. And I grew out of that absolutely horrible stage all girls seem to go through around the ages of 13-14 that tends to make them so very unattractive and utterly awkward. In fact, I kinda got hot! By the time I started high school in 10th grade, things were going really good!


Once I was there in high school, things picked up even more. I was lucky enough to fall in with a group of friends who were really big on positive peer pressure. Really good grades and diligent church attendance were what was "in" with this crowd. I continued my involvement in choir and musical theater. As anyone who has been involved in a theater production knows, there's something amazing about the bonds it can forge. It's almost like you have an immediate group of 40 or so close friends to spend all your time with! Life was good, and what's more, life was so much better than it had been in my past, that I never really took it for granted. I knew how good I had it, while I had it.


I was also lucky enough to find my soul mate in high school. He has always made me so, so happy. There were things about finding Eric so young that may not have been "perfect." For one thing, I was young and dumb enough that I didn't think about much else, besides the fact that I wanted to spend every EVERY second possible with him. So I did. And many other things, like my friends and the activities I loved, got seriously put on the back-burner. I made myself a little miserable with that one, but obviously not so miserable that it was worth it to me to take time away from Eric to do those other things! Another not-so-great thing about finding the person I was supposed to be with when was so young is that, well, I was young. Which means I was immature and pretty much stupid. Which means that all those stupid things I did as a kid, my future in-laws got a front row seat to observe them all. That caused some rough times. I'm just lucky they are able to forget all the dumb stuff I did back then (or at least they are able to pretend they've forgotten it!!). But really, I wouldn't have changed the timing, because it was all so much more than worth it to get the amazing eternal partner that I have now!


I guess now, as an adult, I mostly think of high school as a great time because of how carefree it truly was. I know I had bad times, and bad things happened, and I certainly remember plenty of teen angst and drama. But even with all that, I knew it then and I know it now. It was a really good time. Now it tends to be the days when I am fed up with the kids, or I notice how high the stack of bills has gotten, or I see an audition announcement for yet another play I would love to be in but can't. Those are the times when a thought might flit across my mind about how easy everything was back then. I didn't have bills, I didn't have much responsibility or anyone to answer to besides my parents at curfew time. Of course, I also didn't have a place of my own that I loved that would rack up those bills. And I didn't have the sense of responsibility to serve others and the Lord before myself, the having of which has allowed me a closer relationship with my Savior than I have ever had, and a deeper understanding of some truly wonderful things about the universe. And I do have others I have to answer to everyday, and being beholden to 4 of the most amazing guys on earth, and getting to spend my every day with them, is definitely not something I would give up for the freedom.


Ok, so I wouldn't go back and do it again, even for the freedom and the fun. But it was good while it lasted, and high school is definitely not something I look back on with a cringe. Now junior high, THAT is a different story...