Oh my cow

My 5 year old granddaughter Charlise coined that phrase – I think it’s a combination of “oh my gosh” and “holy cow”.  But that’s the enchantment of being a 5 year old.  You can make up your own words or phrases and use them with complete abandon.  No one would ever think to say to her, “don’t you mean…?” 

Charlise has a spirit and confidence that most adults would envy.  She “knows” what she means and it’s your job to figure it out.  She embraces each day as an adventure and makes the most commonplace experiences seem exciting and new.  She has glee!  And I love spending time with her because sometimes I get to “come along for the ride”.  Recently we went to see a high school production of Cinderella and her enthusiasm and delight made me want to be a five year-old again (if only for that evening).  Watching her wait in anticipation of the applause was sheer joy!

My Aunt Gene Marie is a 91 year old nun.  After 70 years of religious life and 45 plus years of teaching she is now struggling with Alzheimer’s.  She was once a math and religion teacher, a principal, and a librarian.  Today she spends her days in quiet prayer.  But she remains joyful! 

It occurs to me that in many ways Aunt Gene and Charlise are eclipsing one another.  As Charlise’s world becomes more and more grown-up she is losing some of her innocence.  Some of her unbridled spirit is being diluted by her need to ‘fit in’ with friends and pre-school classmates.  I know that this is normal peer pressure and necessary socialization but soon she will know that “oh my cow” is not something that EVERYONE says and I’m afraid it will be lost.  Aunt Gene is becoming increasingly confused about names, places and current events.  She can tell you in great detail about her first day at Sacred Heart School in Florissant 85 years ago but she likely does not know what she ate for lunch today.  She is beginning to abandon accepted social norms in favor of expressing herself in a way that she chooses – with sometimes amusing results.  In a way she is like a preschooler using familiar names and themes to relate to a larger outside world.  And she possesses an innocence now that is both beautiful and heartbreaking. 

And so it goes…

Charlise is growing up and becoming an independent little person.  She has security and confidence in her world.  All too soon, she will be in ‘real school’ and she will be influenced by teachers, classmates, coaches, friends’ parents, etc.  Her world will get bigger and bigger.

Aunt Gene will continue to descend into the murky waters of dementia and lose more and more contact with the outside world.  Meanwhile her sphere of influence is becoming increasingly smaller.  But like Charlise, she has glee!  She isn’t sad about her situation – and that’s a blessing.  And I like spending time with her because sometimes I get to “come along for the ride”, too. 

God’s hand is at work in all of this, protecting them both.  Now I must let go of my need to keep things as they are.  Oh my cow!

Have A Nice Day

Have a nice day!

How often have you heard that?  Delivered by a telephone solicitor or cashier, it often sounds perfunctory and vapid.  My response is typically a weak “you too”, delivered with the same amount of enthusiasm I usually reserve for flossing my teeth.

The other day while driving to work someone laid on their horn and gave me the finger for slowing down.  What they weren’t aware of was that I was trying to avoid hitting some trash in the road.  So while I loudly questioned the offender’s parentage as I was sticking my head out of my window and shouting, I realized that I was now the offensive driver.

Recently returning home from vacation, we stopped for a quick meal at Whataburger® in Clanton, Alabama.  When I ordered my meal, the young lady at the counter asked me if I wanted to “Whata-Size”® it.  It seemed liked a good idea so I agreed.  When I received my soda cup it was reminiscent of a 55 gallon drum and of course being in vacation mode, I felt the need to joke “wow Whata cup!”  No laughter. Not even a smirk.  I could have been standing there with my hair on fire and likely not gotten her attention.  But we were ON VACATION and everything was funny and fun.  At least to me.

So what does all this mean?  You have to be there.  You have to be ‘in the moment’.  I have a friend that I haven’t seen in years and if I called her today and said “DUCK!” she would likely double over in laughter.  There was a moment 20 years ago that that was funny – you had to be there.

 How often do we encounter people and find their mood or reaction to us indifferent or offensive?  How often do we mechanically respond with “you too” when someone wishes us a good day?  My wife who is much wiser and more empathetic reminds me that we can’t know what another person might be carrying in his or her heart.  Our job as Christians is to be Christ to one another. 

This is my daily struggle.  So I trudge along in life trying to remember that the rude store clerk might have just found out that she has cancer.  Perhaps the overly exuberant telephone marketer may have just fallen in love.  It’s possible that the dim-witted kid at the 7-Eleven might be flunking his mid-terms.  That the angry old man… (Oh wait, that one’s me.)

The point that I am trying to make is that we need to realize that we are all affected by our circumstances.  Your good day might be might my worst day.  And my ‘good news’ may arrive on a day that you’re barely hanging on. 

So the next time someone says, “you’d have to be there” – try to “be there”.  LISTEN.  TAKE TIME.  AND BE CHRIST to another person for just a moment.  I promise it will change your life.

Peace,

Denis

And have a nice day!

The Second (1-28-10)

Lately I’ve been pondering what it means to be Number Two.  The Second.  Second Place.  Second-rate.  The Silver Medal.  The Runner-up.  The one that comes after The First.  And what’s funny, to me, is that I’m a Vice President (at work anyway) and that means number two, too.  It’s close; but it’s not the top spot!

Recently our daughter found out that she’s pregnant with her second child.  The Second.  What big shoes this little zygote has to fill.  Anna (the soon to be big sister) is a tough act to follow.  What if Baby Number Two isn’t up to the task?  What if Baby Number Two is average – Yikes! Or only kind of cute – Oh my!  Or (God forbid) just settles for being second best – The shame!

But I reflect on my own children and I know that our Second Child was (and is) the greatest blessing to our family.  Here’s why:  She taught The First how to share.  She gave The First someone to guard and protect – and he’s still protecting us all today.  She is truly the center of our family.  She grounds us all and reminds us of the truly important stuff, like love and forgiveness.  She is a peacemaker and a diplomat.  And she gave The Third even more than The First.  She is his confidant; a comforter; a nurturer – all things The Third needed (and still needs).

So I’m celebrating the coming of her ‘Second’ secure in the knowledge that ‘The First’ will become a better person because of it.  And our family will be blessed again – for the Second Time. 

So try to find some time today to celebrate all the “Seconds” in your life:  The second chances, the second tries, the second dates, the second time around…  

And never forget that Jesus is the Second Person of the Trinity and He will come again a Second Time.

 Peace,

 Denis