My Sound of Music Revenge

Growing up, there was very little we were permitted to watch on TV. Love Boat, Joker's Wild, soap operas - anything like that was strictly prohibited. The TV was never, I mean NEVER on on Sundays -- even if you were sick. But come to think of it, Dad *did* allow me to watch Wonder Woman and Dukes of Hazzard. It wasn't until I was grown that I realized why. "That Linda Carter is SO TALENTED", he said when he saw her singing on a variety show. Crack me up! (My husband loves to bust me about that.) The record player was more commonly used than the TV when I was young. Well, that and the 8-track player. And The Sound of Music LP played and played and played until it gave out. And back then, remember when the anticipation of your favorite movie coming on around Christmastime practically killed you? And when it finally aired, everyone was glued to the set and mom would graciously let me stay up a little late that night to see it. (Incidentally, have you ever noticed how infrequently you want to watch your favorite movie when you own it on DVD??) We would wait all year for The Wizard of Oz, The Sound of Music and countless holiday Peanuts cartoons. But still, our family's love of The Sound of Music greatly outweighed that of Charlie Brown and his cronies because, let's face it, we were musical. My Pop-Pop was a drummer (turned preacher) and my mother was a self-taught organist/pianist. (She still is, by the way. Every Sunday since she was a teen.) So of course I grew up around music. I cut my teeth on Bill & Gloria Gaither's records, The Hawaiians, Evie and of course the nerve-wracking shrills of Vestal Goodman. (Sorry, Vesty.) In hopes of grooming me for performances at The Academy of Music and later study at Carnegie Mellon, mom guided me to flute lessons (which I quit), piano lessons (couldn't stand them) and lastly - trying to unleash my inner rocker, guitar lessons (dropped out). But I never gave up singing. My parents plopped me on the fireplace hearth, gave me a hairbrush (as my mic) and had me practice for anyone that would listen. I sang often at church and even got my start in weddings when I was just 4. So when I had the chance to audition for The Sound of Music play at my [very small] school in 8th grade (was it 8th?), boy was my heart broken when I didn't make the cut. Really? Not even a nun??? Hmph!! Fast forward to modern day... Our honeymoon in 2000. What a thrill to be able to see exactly where The Sound of Music was filmed while we visited Salzburg, Austria and took the Salzburg tour. What a fantastic experience! We boarded a little van with "Hans" as our guide. We were excited to meet the one other family of four that was with us on the tour. How fun to meet people from all over the world when you travel. (Yeah. So much for that. They were our neighbors from Valley Forge.) Hans played the (cassette) movie soundtrack as we tooled through the moutains of Austria and I finally had my chance to belt out ♪ ♫ "The hills are aliiiivvveee, with the sound of muuuuuuuusic...." ♪ ♫ for a captive - VERY captive - audience. We went inside the church where the Captain and Maria were married. And looky here! I was able to find this fun photo of me and my husband in front of the gazebo where Rolf & Liesl sang and danced to "I am 16". Since we're not good at throwing things out at our house (ahem!) my husband was able to unearth the VHS version of the movie so my boys could decide whether they liked it enough to go see it live at our school. You see, the same school that robbed me of my dream of ever performing in a costume made out of recycled curtains is the same school where we send our boys today. The (very gifted) High School drama department is now running The Sound of Music play and our boys want to go. I'm planning to obnoxiously sing every song word-for-word from my seat to finally get my long awaited revenge. I do find it very sweet to hear my 4 year old singing "My favorite things" under his breath while he zooms his racecars around the family room floor. And both boys have been enjoying watching the Von Trapp children sing and dance. They giggle when they see adults dressed up in "married clothes" (tuxedos and fancy gowns) floating around the dance floor to the Austrian Waltz. What a delight and what a fine tradition. ♪ ♫ "The sun has gone to bed and so must I. Goodbye....goodbye...goodbye!!!!" ♪ ♫ COME SEE DC'S THE SOUND OF MUSIC. SHOW TIMES AND TICKETS HERE: https://www.dccs.org/pagecalpop.cfm?p=1&verbose=29605&LockSSL=true

What People Think When You Have Only 2 Children

One of the many blessings in my life is Christian radio. WBYN 107.5fm plays in my kitchen non-stop. I never turn it off. And my car radio only gets that same station, too. (Well, KYW to warn me about traffic, I guess.) In our area this station features RICH Focus on the Family authors and speakers/sermons during the 9 and 10 o'clock hours. I've heard the most incredible and thought provoking messages of late, and I swear if you see me tooling around in my van and recognize my plate on Lancaster Ave around these times, don't be surprised if you find me crying like a baby. Ann Kiemel. She's a remarkable speaker/author who shared her story of infertility and open adoption. I swear you must listen. She sounds like an itty bitty thing (and sure enough, she is) who made a decision in her early 30's to sign up for the Boston marathon. She had never run before and was not physically fit. But she endeavored to share Jesus with those she met along the way during her training! Her story of years of infertility hit me square in the heart and I sobbed and sobbed when she testified about how God eventually filled her empty arms with a baby of her own. Wait until you hear. When you have two children, people automatically think that's all you wanted. That's what I used to think. In February of 2012, my husband and I were thrilled to learn we would have another baby. Our third together. Before this I couldn't shake the thought of missing someone -- I just felt like someone was missing! Just ONE more, Lord? I know we're aged like Abraham and Sarah, but please Lord? God took that baby from us and since then we've been longing, longing for another. So why did He take our baby? So that I could learn compassion for other women who have suffered the same. Now God has opened up a door for me to listen, grieve and comfort other ladies who have ached like me. When I heard Ann's story, I took my boys in my arms and squeezed them with all my might. And I was finally able to thank God - not question Him - for the beautiful treasure that sometimes I forget they are to me. Now if I can just get the mister to open his heart to adoption... Up. I'm crying again. I thought this blog was supposed to be funny? Maybe tomorrow. LISTEN TO ANN KIEMEL HERE: http://www.focusonthefamily.com/popups/media_player.aspx?MediaId={597B02CA-95AB-43F9-8F91-446E963A140E}">

Trophy Parenting

I've given up any hopes of being a Trophy Wife, so I've changed lanes and entered the world of Trophy Parenting. I heard an incredible FOTF (Focus on the Family) broadcast featuring [Missouri] Pastor Ted Cunningham; author of "Trophy Child". Cunningham is a self-proclaimed reformed trophy parent himself who was clued-in to his behavior on -- of all places, FACEBOOK! (A-hem!) He started blocking people who would constantly post about their childrens' accomplishments and then he realized he was doing it himself! (Woops!) "Trophy/vanity parenting": nowadays, parents are literally obsessed with their child's successes. We are pushing our children in every way; sports, reading (and not just reading, *accelerated* reading), learning a second language, etc, etc... (We're all familiar with the DVD series, "My Baby Can Read!") We sign them up every time the church offers something. Cunningham says, "We end up taking so much credit when our children do well, and then so much blame when they fail." Cunningham encourages us to start saying NO - and building margin within the home. "We're losing time together, serving, generousity..." I was encouraged and warned that both our childrens' successes and failures have very little to do with us. Conversely, Cunningham addressed the growing 'prolonging' process of adolescence. He cautioned - when a child enters that stage of wanting to feel their own way (i.e. they want to get a job, change their hairstyle or way of dress) we pull back - preventing the natural process of our child becoming an adult. Additionally, we are offering our children too many privileges/not enough responsibilities which also contributes to longer adolescence. It's such a hard balance - trying to raise your children to be independent and self-sufficient, but knowing when exactly to let go. James Dobson has terrific tips in his parenting books library. I encourage curious readers to use him as an excellent resource. I was made aware of my own Trophy Parenting tendencies when I heard this interview. Our church offers Awana club on Tuesday nights. Our older boy attended for many years and later ended up being a "helper" (games coach, etc...) But during his years at Awana, I don't think he EVER cracked open a book. So I was shocked when my 6 yo started just a few months ago... He immediately began to devour his workbooks and wouldn't stop memorizing verses! And I wasn't asking him to study, reminding him to read, nothing. He was persuing this on his own. But still I had to keep ironing his new badges onto his Awana vest and buy him the next Sparks book in the series. So what else did I do? Well, I posted the proof on Facebook, HELLO?! How ELSE are GiGi & Pop Pop going to see??? (SIC) To add to my Trophy Parenting confession, this same son was on TV last night. He auditioned and was selected last March -- somewhat accidentally -- for a VERY brief spot on a local childrens' network. This, I'm sure, was his first and last "job" as I don't plan on encouraging him into childhood stardom any more. (I mean afterall, look what happened to poor Danny Bonaduce - who visited our home once when he was 11 - that's another story altogether.) But the TV experience for my boy was fun and included two train rides into the city and the chance to meet Star - the talking "puppet" (although Levi still believes he's real). Sweet thing. I think I have a healthy sense of pride for my boys. Now, to keep that in check. LISTEN TO THE FOTF BROADCAST HERE: http://www.christianradio.com/ministry/focus-on-the-family/moving-beyond-performance-based-parenting-part-1.html#/moving-beyond-performance-based-parenting-part-1.html

Testing 1, 2, 3...

Welcome, and thanks for visiting. I'm going to start out slowly and jump right into things with a short funny from this morning. My 6 1/2 year old's Sunday School teachers were away this week, so we had him join us in our adult S.S. class. I was armed with goldfish, pretzels, a mini box of craisins and even a lollipop. He brought along two books to read to busy himself during the hour-long class. But much to my surprise, while covering I Thes 3 (addressing the importance of sexual purity!!), instead of reading his Ninjago books and snacking away, my boy was purposely engaged with the speaker, and raised his hand TWICE to answer questions about "How do we become sanctified?" and "WHEN do we achieve complete sanctification?". Good grief, Levi. Save it for AWANA! Enjoy your Sabbath everyone.