Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Until we're the ones who can't move on

Disaster burnout is a very real condition. In a recent article for CBC news, Kate Bahen, managing director of Charity Intelligence Canada, talked about donor fatigue. One disaster, Bahen said, can "galvanize the donor community," whereas "multiple disasters can paralyze it" (see the full article here).

If you swap out "donor community" with "the population of the United States" and change "natural disaster" with "gun violence," I feel like what is happening in this country can easily be explained by the same sentiment.

We're paralyzed.

I thought of this today as I was scrolling through my Facebook feed, and found myself instinctively trying to scroll faster past the many images of the victims of the Vegas shooting. Once I realized I was doing it, I felt guilty for effectively ignoring the tragedy. At the same time, if I think about it, my instincts forcing me past this is likely a pretty clear sign of my mind's push for self-preservation. The emotional investment needed to keep caring so much about every victim of a mass shooting in this country is high. At 4 a.m., after rocking a toddler back to sleep and with my mind reeling over the to-do list for the day, perhaps I just didn't have enough to give.

Logical? Probably. Am I proud of that? Absolutely not. But it did get me thinking about some things.

There is a growing club in this country. Membership is mandatory for those inducted, though their participation is not something they would ever agree to if given a choice. This club is for those people who walk around for the rest of their lives living around the hole gun violence has created.

While I don't know what it is to belong to this club, I do know what it is to live around a hole. I lost my mother to cancer 7 years ago. Her death was slow and forewarned. Every single day since, I have dedicated minutes, sometimes hours, to thinking of her, missing her, and wanting her back. I have learned that grief is not linear, and it is a process that never ends. You never "get over" a loss, you simple learn to live around the hole it leaves in you.

According to USA Today, this country has an average of 8,592 gun homicides each year.  For each and every one of those, there are people left behind- maybe 1, maybe 100- that get their mandatory induction notice into the Gun Violence Grief club. Hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of people in this country are living around the hole made by someone lost to gun violence.

I honestly don't understand. I don't think I am alone in this, I think many of us don't understand.

Drunk driving used to claim a lot more lives than it does now. When this was recognized as a problem on a national scale, we went to work. We pushed education to kids in schools, we instituted harsher penalties for drunk driving. Check points became a thing. Signs started warning us to drive sober. As a result, in the last 35 years drunk driving fatalities in this country have decreased by 51% according to Responsibility.org.

I'll need some help here, since I'm too young to remember the impetus of our focus on curbing drunk driving as a country. When we noticed that it was a problem, did people immediately shut down the conversation with discussions about how it is everyone's right to drive a car? Did we consider putting up bumpers on the side of every highway so we don't infringe on that right? Did we throw our hands up and say that making the penalties harder won't stop it all so why stop any of it? Or did we act?

While I generally try to avoid reading the comments section of any article or tweet, lately I have failed in that. What I see there is a lot of sound bytes and generalizations that equate to very effective ways to shut down any conversation about helping to curb gun violence in this country. You likely know most of them by now...

If we make it harder to get guns, people just get them illegally
This isn't a gun problem, this is a heart/sin/human problem 
The left want all of our guns
Republicans don't care how many people die as long as they get to keep their assault rifles 

These all make an easy form response that chews up news time and makes for some heated and cathartic arguments, but very few of them are very close to the truth at all. According to a 2017 poll by Quinnipac University, 54% of us support stricter gun laws in this country- more than half. More than 90% of us support background checks for all gun buyers.

In the interest of transparency, I am pretty far left on most of my political opinions and beliefs, but we need to take that out of the equation.

This isn't about left or right. I support American citizens' second amendment right. I do not want, nor would I support any law aimed at stripping our population of all of their guns. I also support stricter gun laws in this country aimed at limiting the scale of tragedy one well-armed person can cause.
Just like driving a car, owning a gun is a responsibility. Thus, just like driving a car, I support requiring evidence of someone's fitness to do so before they can purchase a gun.

It's really that simple.

Perhaps if we stop making it right versus left, we could all step back and demand action from our legislators. This is a democracy, so given that well over half of us want something to happen, we should have the power to make it.

If we all stop scrolling past the news of the next mass shooting...

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Motherhood is never feeling just one thing

"You're supposed to be sleeping in."

My day began with an admonishment as I tip-toed past my husband (sleeping on the couch with the baby monitor so I wouldn't be woken early) to grab my laptop.

"I know," I said, because it was easier then again trying to explain why I love the early morning hours to the consummate night owl that I married. The man who generally communicates via unintelligible grunts because his first cup of coffee will never truly understand  how much I delight in the rare calm I find in the stillness before everyone wakes up.

It's Mother's Day, and my one promise to myself was to make some time to write. This was a necessary to-do, as I've been lately feeling the haze off too many thoughts unwritten crowding my mind. So here I sit, pre-dawn, on the day when I am supposed to be lounging in bed, happily typing away.

And yet, I keep glancing at the time and feel an increasing anxiousness for my son to wake up. Less than twelve hours ago, I was willing the time to move faster and hasten him to bed so I could just sit for a while. I never truly understood how glorious sitting still can be until my son learned to walk.

But now, I am missing him. I can't wait to say good morning, to see him proudly yell "hi" while he gives me his deliberate, chubby-handed wave. I love the mornings, when he is still groggy, because he wants to be held and to rest with his head on my shoulder. I know every day that the last moments of my stillness will evaporate when he declares "done," hands me his cup, and races off to whatever the most interesting thing is that moment in toddler world. I love to watch him play, but always feel a moment of sadness when he climbs down from my lap.

I thought of this last week when a coworker told me her son was about to get his driver's license. She was excited to give up her chauffeur's hat, but also nervous at the prospect of all the worry his knew mobility would bring her.

"Isn't that just motherhood?" I asked, holding my hands up to mirror a scale. "It seems that it is never feeling just one thing."

She nodded with a smile, and we chatted more, having already covered the simple truth that unites moms, no matter the age of their kids.

Motherhood is never feeling just one thing.

Last year, I remember being elated that my baby was no longer a newborn and I was suddenly able to sleep again. At the same time, I missed having my kid at arm's reach all night after moving him to the crib to allow said sleeping.

Now, I am in awe of all the new things he seems to learn every single day. I love his newfound independence, of how much easier it is get some time to myself, but wish I got more than those first few minutes every day when all he wants is to sit on my lap and rest his head on my shoulder.

Motherhood is feeling so happy that, more and more, he can tell me what he wants instead of crying for it but wishing he didn't suddenly delight in offering a hard "no" when asked to give me kisses or hugs.

Motherhood was being embarrassed by his jealousy yesterday when we had a friend's son over for a few hours, but being excited by his first utterance of a two word phrase (which was "Mommy MINE").

Motherhood is greedily typing away and being so thankful for the few minutes I got to write this morning, but missing my kid and hoping he wakes up soon. Motherhood is knowing that, within an hour, I will be wishing he would just sit down but feeling guilty over not having all the energy I would need to keep up with him.

It's Mother's Day, which likely kicked the haze of the unspoken into high gear for me today. Like so many things about motherhood, I will never feel one thing about today.

Already, this year's Mother's Day brought me an awesome hand and foot painting from day care. Already I got to go to Mother's Day tea and giggle inwardly as I spent the entire time trying to stop my little klepto from stealing the other kids' cookies. Later, we're heading out for brunch, my favorite meal, and then I am pretty much guaranteed a nap. I have a sneaking suspicion that the earrings I've been eyeing for months are probably somewhere in this house (at least I hope that was the result of me sending by husband a link for them along with the words "Mother's Day is coming"). And I got to write. Oh, man did I need this!

At the same time, Mother's Day will also never stop being a little sad. I still mourn my mother's loss every single day. I miss her in every moment that my kiddo does something amazing or awful and I feel, like an itch in my head, my inability to share it with her.

I find myself saying things to him and hearing her voice echo through. Some I fight ("it's wakey-uppy time!" Shudder). Others, I embrace ("tell me all about what's wrong"). I feel like she would be proud of me and the job I am doing, even on those frequent days when I am just sure I am getting it all wrong. I take joy in that assumed pride even when it makes me miss her so damn much.

He's stirring now. I hear a tiny voice echoing down the hall as he talks to his stuffed animals. I am both relieved and a bit panicked- I am sure I had more to say. But I will go get him ready, get frustrated when he fights a diaper while finding his futile protest adorable.

I will go celebrate my day and keep feeling two things all together today, and for the rest of my life.

Happy Mother's Day to all the awesome Moms out there. And for those of you who are Motherless today, you're in my thoughts as well.

Saturday, December 31, 2016

The Seer's Lover by Kat de Falla Review

Calise has spend much of her life trying to ignore her ability to sense the demons and angels who walk among us. However, when the man who comes to her aid against a particularly awful demon is murdered, uttering a name and place with his last breaths, she begins a voyage to understand what she is capable of.

This voyage takes her to Costa Rica where she meets Lucas, a pure blood seer in the midst of an epic battle with the forces of evil.

This a really unique, exciting novel. Sexy, exciting,and engrossing, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I do feel that the writing could have used some more editing and finesse. There were many cliched descriptions, strange word choices, and poor use of adjectives. However, despite a few annoying parts in the writing, I really liked this book and can't wait to read more from this author.

Recommended.

Purchase on Amazon here.