Things I Wish Someone Had Told Me When I Went To College

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My baby is launching.

It’s exciting and terrifying and promising and sad and exhilarating.

For all of us.

I’m not going to lie and say that my kids are the most tight knit siblings that have ever been, but they do have a bond.  They are very different people and their relationship is complicated and slippery and sometimes tense, but I know without a doubt that they would take a bullet for each other.  When push comes to shove, they will always have each other’s back. They’ve proven this time and again.

Like with this letter Kayla wrote to Noah as he heads to college:


You made it!! I don’t want to sound cliche but I am so proud of the person you’ve become. I have been incredibly lucky to have you as a brother and could not have asked for a better person to grow up with. As you go to college, I want to give you some advice that I wish I had known and followed my freshman year — from one college student to another!

  1. You don’t have to be best friends with everyone.  The first year in the dorms it’ll feel like your only choice is to hang out with the first person you meet just because they’re there. And yes, at first this works while you’re finding your group of people, but don’t waste your time with someone you don’t like all that much, there will be others!
  2. It might take a while to find your people.  On social media it looks like everyone is constantly doing fun things and maybe you’re just sitting in your dorm because you haven’t found your group of core friends, but be patient. You’ll find people you like everywhere: the dorms, classes, any activity you join and even just mutual friends. It might not happen instantaneously–I am finally just starting to find my people! But they’re worth the wait and you’re not doing anything wrong if you don’t find them right away.
  3. People probably aren’t having as much fun as it looks like they are on social media especially the first year! People try to convince everyone that they’re having as much fun in college as everyone else, so don’t believe everything you see on social media.
  4. Say yes as much as possible (to the safe things.) I made the mistake of putting school before virtually everything my first few years, and sometimes this meant I missed out on various fun things I could have done. And while yes, sometimes it is important to get your school work done (please don’t fail out 😉 ), it’s more important to make memories. Say yes, go out and have a good time – and don’t miss out on any opportunities to make memories.
  5. Start your projects early.  Seriously, there is nothing worse than waiting until the night before and then having a panic attack because of the stress and lack of sleep. Start a week early, even if it’s just brain storming. You won’t regret it.
  6. Call Mom and Dad at least once a week. They miss us, and I think you’ll be surprised at how much you’ll miss them. And that’s okay. It’s hard to leave home and it will be an adjustment. You might feel scared or anxious, or both. But that’s normal, and calling Mom always makes me feel better.
  7. Ask for help when you need it. Don’t try to do it all on your own. You can always call me, Mom, Dad, or any of your friends from home to help you out. Not asking for help can lead to situations where you feel overwhelmed and don’t know what to do. It’s not weakness to ask for help!
  8. It’s okay to be scared shitless.  College is one of the most confusing, wonderful, strangest times of your life, and sometimes you’re going to feel like everything is spiraling out of control and you don’t have any control of any aspect of your life. This is completely expected and I would be worried if you did feel like you have it all together. Remember that no one else knows what they’re doing either. You’re all in the same boat. It’ll all work out in the future.
  9. Work hard.  Yes, college is for drinking, making friends and having a good time, but remember that you’re also there to get to a career path for the rest of your life. It’ll be extremely important to stay on top of your work, study before tests and get in touch with your professors.
  10. Make connections with professors.  Go to their office hours, ask questions before/after class, and just chat with them! I love all of my professors and having those good relationships means that sometimes they’ll help you out with an assignments, or be a little lenient at the end of the semester with their grading! I’ve even had professors write me letters of recommendation for jobs. Plus they’re just all around cool people for the most part.
  11. You’re going to be just fine.  Like I’ve already said, sometimes you’re going to be overwhelmed and feel helpless, but I know you and I know you can figure out any situation life throws at you. You’ve got the skills, resources and people supporting you to do anything you want to put your mind to. You’re a great kid and you’ll move mountains on this planet.
  12. You can call me for anything, anytime, anywhere.  I’ll always answer a call from you and help you out in any situation you may find yourself in. I want you to succeed and be the best version of you. And I’ve been around the college block a few times, so please call me whenever you need anything, ever.

I love you, baby brother! I hope this advice helps you a little bit as you go out on this next big journey. I am thrilled to see where college takes you and hear about all the memories you are making. It’s going to be scary and hard and overwhelming sometimes, but Noah, it is going to be such a beautiful, fun, exciting adventure. Don’t forget your roots, go to God when you need him, call me for anything, and play hard but work harder.

Never doubt your ability. You are amazing.


And this, my friends, is what it’s all about.

All the arguing, all the bickering, all the tattling, all the times I said, “You guys work it out” (and they did)….

This is why we do it.

Because they have each other’s back, even when we don’t see it. 

 

 

Growing Pains

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This year marks a lot of milestone changes for our little family.  K and her boyfriend of 7 1/2 years ended their relationship.  She has a new boyfriend and for the first time she opted to stay in her apartment rather than move home for the summer.  N graduated and will be moving to college in just one month.  I will be looking for a part time job this fall. Bruce and I? We’re figuring it out as we go along.  It’s hard work to redefine a relationship that has only ever been defined by the existence of children.

Yesterday I saw my therapist and we were discussing how to deal with the mistakes my now adult children are making.  Most of those errors in judgement are coming of age things that we all experienced, the kind you chalk up to living and learning;  growing pains, if you will.  A few, however, require a bit of parental intervention to make sure things get back on course.  This can be tricky because while I want (and need) to show them that the things they are doing could have long term implications to their reputation and their opportunities in life, I must also not come off as preachy or they will tune me out and shut me out.  I no longer have the advantage of saying “It’s my way or the highway” because they might actually choose the highway. My therapist was talking me through this and one thing she mentioned was to ask them, “Is this really the person you want to be?”

I loved that.  I loved it so much that I turned it around and asked myself, “Is this the person I want to be?”  And the answer was hard.

In a lot of ways, no, it’s not.  Not even close.  Some of it goes back to the good heart/bad mind I talked about the other day.  Sometimes my mind hijacks my heart and takes it places it doesn’t want to go.  Sometimes it’s impulsivity or the lure of fitting in or that damn Jones family I am always trying to keep up with. And sometimes it’s just being stubborn or lazy (or both).  But I do know that my actions don’t always align with my values.  And that is not who I want to be.

I want to be known as someone who is honest and fair, someone who works hard at whatever job I have, someone who is joyful and lifts others up, someone who is trustworthy and kind.  I’d like to be someone who walks away from petty things like gossip and frivolous competition within the community, someone who can be trusted to listen without judging and speak without condemning. I’d like to be known as someone whose life was markedly changed by the love of Jesus Christ.

And while I have evolved into someone who is most of those things most of the time, I still suffer from my own errors in judgement when my words are harsh or my actions tell a different story than my values.

I think that making peace with my story has gone a long way to help me break free from the narrative that kept me caged.  I finally learned that I am more than the things that happened to me and that I certainly don’t have to let the things I’ve done define the person I am working on being.

I get to choose who I want to be and I get to act in a way that reflects that back to others.

What a freeing realization that is.

I’m free to be this new me and I don’t need to cling to relationships that bind me to a person that I haven’t been for decades now, relationships that gag my new words and dismiss my new ways of being.  I don’t need to be sabotaged by people who don’t bother to notice the me who has emerged from the rubble, softer and kinder.  And I certainly don’t need to punish myself for the rest of my life because I let my bad mind overrule my good heart into making some poor decisions 25 or 30 years ago.  (Decisions, by the way, that probably aren’t as horrible as you might think.)

I am free to be this new me and to set that other me free to live where she belongs: in the past.  And by letting her go, I have released a heavy weight that I didn’t even know was slowing me down.

It turns out that I had the key to the prison I was in all along.

 

 

This Moment

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“At any given moment you have the power to say: This is not how my story is going to end.”       -Christine Mason Miller

I choose now.  This moment.  Right now.  I choose to take control of my story and make different choices than I have been making.  I get to write my story, and I choose one that ends with “happily ever after”.

 

 

Mercy

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I started Anne Lamott’s newest book Hallelujah Anyway yesterday. It’s a short, quick read, but full of wonderful insights. So far it’s mostly about forgiveness and mercy, both giving and receiving.

In her book she writes about comforting people who are broken because of mistakes they have made. She says, in part:
“Life can be painful, but I am right here, and you have a good heart. This heart is who you are, not your bad mind.
(Italics mine)

This heart is who you are, not your bad mind.

I want to tattoo this on my inner forearm so I can see it every day.


My heart and my mind are often at war.

My heart is the same as it has always been: compassionate, tender, seeking to both give and receive love, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket of affection and dressed in a sequined cape of joy. My heart is full of chatter and warmth and mercy.

My heart has not changed.

My mind, however, has been calloused by the world. It is cynical and sarcastic, impatient and unforgiving, stubborn and righteous.

Life has taught me to hide my tender heart, to protect it at all cost, to bury it under layers of sharp words and to shield it with stubborn pride.

My mind is not who I am , but if you met me right now, you might not know it.

Here’s who I really am:

I am tears in church because there are people who are asking for diapers and toothbrushes for Christmas.

I am uncontrollable sobbing at the end of Ladder 49 because he dies.

I am hop in the car and drive to Eau Claire because my girl is hurting today.

I am put on my tap shoes and dance my heart out on stage, off beat and uncoordinated, just because I can.

I am sing at the top of my lungs and declare how much I love every song that comes on.

I am hugs and giggles and talking too fast and too loud and laugh snorting and twirling in skirts and cotton candy.

This heart is who I am, not my bad mind.


I don’t know if I am just more aware of mercy because of Anne Lamott’s book or if God is pounding this point into me, but it has come up a few different times in the last 24 hours: twice on messages on the radio and today in my morning reading.

In the book of Exodus God calls the Israelites a stiff-necked people. I have always loved this description for some reason.

Probably because I relate to it.

The Israelites could not seem to learn to fully trust the God who had led them out of Egypt, the God who called them His people, the God who made an eternal covenant with them. Time and time again they complained, questioned, and asked for more than they were given.

They were obstinate, ornery, rebellious.

I don’t know about you, but I sure seem like that sometimes.

God has shown me mercy time and time again. More times that I am even aware of. But me? I am stiff-necked and don’t always give mercy to others. I judge them for their bad mind, not their heart.

I sometimes offer forgiveness but yank it back at the slightest annoyance. It seems that my mercy is often conditional….which is exactly what mercy is not.

I guess what I am offering is conditional amnesia.


In my reading this morning, this verse naturally popped out at me:

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy. -Matt5:7

Ouch, right?

Here I sit, drinking up God’s mercy from a venti Starbucks cup day after day, thinking nothing of it, while I refuse to give a thimbleful of this mercy to the people in my life.

We are called to be Jesus’ hands and feet here on earth. We are called to reflect Him to others. My unmerciful ways are certainly not showing others the Jesus I know.

So I will try to bring mercy into my days. I will soften my heart and my words,  and I will remember to give to others all that God has given me.


Today I choose: Freedom

Slow Sundays

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Today was full of busy-ness.  Chores, laundry, yard work, planning and preparing for the week ahead. Church then dinner out.  It felt the same as any other day of the week, and I’d like to change that.

I’m thinking about initiating Slow Sundays in our house.  A day of rest, the way it was intended.  A day for reading, spending time together, going for walks and being outside, and for taking time to pause before the new week begins.  A Sabbath.

I have a couple of books on the Sabbath waiting to be read.  Perhaps now is the time to pick one up and see how it fits into our life.  Things are moving and changing so quickly right now, and my soul is craving space to breathe, space to just be.

I don’t think that will naturally happen on its own.  We have been trained to fill up any dead time with activity and purpose.  It is a badge of honor to have more things to do than can be done, to go to bed too late and wake up too early, to walk into any meeting or appointment late and breathless, pridefully apologizing for all that we are trying to juggle.

I will have to be intentional about carving out time for slowness and be purposeful about what that time looks like while being mindful that it doesn’t feel like another box to check off the list.

I will have to remind myself that even God Himself took a day to rest.


Today I choose:  gratitude.

Reset

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Half of the year is in the rearview mirror and I’m definitely due for a reset.

I don’t think that’s a negative thing, just a necessary one.  An opportunity to reflect, evaluate, and adjust my sails as needed.  This year, especially, it’s a way to make space for peace and calm.

I’m proud of some of the changes I’ve made.

-I’ve been working out regularly with a good friend.  The scale hasn’t moved much but I feel better both emotionally and physically.

-I’ve been giving myself grace to not feel obligated to do all the things, particularly when our calendar is jam packed with other commitments.

-I’ve gotten better at asking myself, “Is this right for me?” before I jump into another commitment.  And I’ve learned to say that some things are OK to admire but not pursue.

But there are definitely areas in which I’m not finding peace.

Often times it seems like I go three steps forward and two steps back.  This has always felt like failure to me, but I’m reminding myself that it’s still forward progress.

It is slow, clumsy, often frustrating progress, but it is progress.

This month I am going to focus on a few small changes as well as continue on with other habits I’ve developed:

  1. I would like to write something every day in July.  It doesn’t have to be profound or earth shattering.  Even just a few sentences about our lives and what they look like right now.  I want to document the journey. 
  2. Dry July.  I’ve been leaning on wine a bit too much recently.  One glass turns into two turns into three.  I’m not beating myself up for it — June was both a stressful and celebratory month, but I can see that it’s become a bit too easy to pour a glass in the evenings.  I’ve taken breaks from alcohol before and I know it’s beneficial for me.  It’s just a good way to check in with myself, recalibrate, and breathe.
  3. I want to continue to explore healthful ways of eating that work for my life.  I tried Whole 30 back in May and it is not for me.  I’m working on making better choices and freeing myself from the grip that food has had on me for most of my life.  I’m trying to remember to ask myself two questions before I eat:  Am I hungry? Is this real food?  Two simple questions that I hope will guide me to a better place.
  4. I need to spend more time outside.  May and June are typically full of hikes, bike rides, and exploring for me. The weather is usually gorgeous and I’ve come out of my winter funk by then.  I wasn’t able to do much of that this year because of other commitments.  (Instead of getting frustrated or upset about it, I reminded myself that I can’t do all the things, and that this year I needed to spend my time on graduation and college things. The outdoors will be there next year.)  Now that things have settled down a bit, I can get outside for a little bit every day.

There are a dozen other things that I feel like I need to change, but I am focusing on a few small steps at a time.  That seems to be working for me.


Currently loving:  Iced almond milk lattes and uncommitted weekends.

Currently reading: Molokai’i by Alan Brennert

Today I choose:  Joy.