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November 4, 2015
by Maralee
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Why Moms should talk to their sons about porn

I was not aware when I wrote to my sons about porn there would be people out there (mostly men, from what I can tell) who think that as a woman, that isn’t my job. They believe it’s a conversation for fathers and sons. While I absolutely agree that fathers and sons can and should be having these talks many times over the years, I also believe a mother’s perspective is important. If you are a mother who has shied away from this conversation because you believe it isn’t your place to talk to your boys about these things, let me tell you why I think it’s not just okay for you to talk about it, I think it’s imperative.

Mothers are the practical educators of the home. In our home conversations about sex, boundaries, and bodies happen early. When we start potty-training right around age 2, we talk about the correct names of their body parts and we start emphasizing privacy. You know who has most of those conversations? Moms do. I’m not saying dads can’t or won’t be part of it, but for many children their mother is going to be the person who starts the dialogue about the specialness of their body and God’s design for it. My husband is equally capable of addressing these issues, but is often less available than I am. When my kids have questions about something inappropriate they heard in school, they come to me. When a friend says or does something that makes them feel uncomfortable, they come to me. If they have a question about personal hygiene or a health concern, they come to me. If my kids see porn, I want them to COME TO ME. We let them know they should talk to us by initiating the conversation (in our house we use the book “Good Pictures, Bad Pictures” as part of that process). If I’m the one talking to them about boundaries and sex the majority of the time, but expect my husband to be the ONLY one to talk to them about porn, that doesn’t sit well with me. Porn is not some man secret that I’m unaware of or too scary for me to address.

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Boys need to understand the impact of porn on women. I am fully in support of my husband having conversations with our sons about porn. He is going to address them from a different perspective and with a different level of understanding about how boys are wired. But here’s my issue– I think for FAR too long porn has been portrayed as some kind of victimless crime or a harmless guilty pleasure for men. I know my husband wouldn’t minimize it that way, but I think it takes a woman to emphasize the damage porn is doing TO WOMEN. We are suffering for this cultural acceptance of how sex and women are portrayed in porn. My boys need to hear from a woman what is sold to you in porn is not what women are like and it is not what they want. We are being bullied by porn into a caricature of womanhood that bares little resemblance to the reality. I highly recommend this piece about the research and advocacy of Gail Dines. She is quoted as saying:

“We are now bringing up a generation of boys on cruel, violent porn,” she says, “and given what we know about how images affect people, this is going to have a profound influence on their sexuality, behaviour and attitudes towards women.” 

I am happy for my husband to talk to my sons about porn and how it will impact them if they engage with it, but my message for them will be about how it impacts women. I will not sit silently by and watch this generation of boys be socialized and educated about women by porn. In defense of their sisters, their friends, their future wives, I will speak openly with them about the lies of porn when it comes to how it depicts women. I hope the mothers raising the future husbands of my daughters are doing the same.

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November 2, 2015
by Maralee
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Empathy in the Age of Google

A friend from college unexpectedly lost her four year-old son in a heartbreaking accident. A close friend was recently diagnosed with another health problem on top of the others she already wrestles with. Painful struggles in my own family have humbled and exhausted me. Suffering has seemed to be all around me in big and small ways.

We live in such a fix-it culture, I think it has become difficult to know how to be okay with suffering. Our first thoughts are about figuring out solutions rather than acknowledging the difficulty that person is facing. You’re feeling lonely because you’re single? There’s an app for that. You’ve got a medical diagnosis that has left you confused and frustrated? There’s an essential oil for that. You lost your job? There’s a website for that. You’re depressed and struggling? There’s a therapist for that. You’re facing homelessness? There’s a government program for that. You’re infertile? There’s a book, a doctor, a diet, and an herbal supplement for that.

We are quick to Google our problems and the problems of our friends rather than taking a minute to sit in the difficult feelings. We want to see this problem solved because we like being part of a solution and we don’t want to see our friend suffering. But sometimes I’m afraid it’s more that we don’t want to SEE our friend suffering, not that we’re really all that passionate about their healing. If we can give a solution, then we won’t have to suffer alongside as you walk a difficult road. If you don’t take our solution, we’re absolved of having to care about your problem.

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October 29, 2015
by Maralee
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A word to my sons about porn

You are just little boys. You play with action figures and Legos. The highlight of your week is when we have Lucky Charms for breakfast. You ask me if Transformers really exist. You are a long way from having to shave. But if the statistics can be believed, it probably won’t be long until you have your first exposure to pornography.

I can’t tell you how this breaks my heart. I don’t know how it will happen, but I imagine you will be confused. You will enjoy something that you also know you shouldn’t be enjoying. You will feel shame and you’ll have to decide if you’re going to talk to me about it or not. Please talk to me.

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I know you see me as your mom, but I am also a woman. I want to speak to you on behalf of the woman who will someday be your wife, the little girls who will be your daughters, the sisters of yours who are growing into women before our eyes.

For all the hype around porn, it really isn’t that complicated. Porn is marketing. Porn is trying to sell you something. It’s trying to sell you an idea of who women are. Porn is lying. The more you believe the lie it sells to you, the less you will be able to enjoy the truth. (And there’s so much more I want to tell you about the lies porn is telling you about YOU and your worth and your value as a man. A conversation for another time. Along with the conversation I need to have with your sisters about what porn will mean to them.)

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October 25, 2015
by Maralee
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A Life in Status- July #2, 2015

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Joel: Can I go to camp?
Me: Nope. They don’t have camp for three year-olds.
Joel: Just for big year-olds?
Me:. . . yes.

Bethany (5): Mom, I made a friend at camp and she’s Mexican.
Me: That’s great! How do you know she’s Mexican?
B: On the first day I yelled, “I’m a Mexican” and she said she was, too.
‪#‎pride‬

Bethany (5): Mom, can we watch MacGyver today? Remember? MacGyver? You wanted to MARRY him?
We all did, Honey. We all did. . .
‪#‎thathairdontcare‬

Josh (8): Mom, my LIT at camp was black like me! And he was adopted, too. He had that hair like I want. You know- an alfredo.
‪#‎afro‬ ‪#‎soclose‬

There are two kinds of people in the world: Those who leave perfect parallel vacuum marks in the carpet and uncivilized heathens.
‪#‎vacuumguilt‬ ‪#‎mennoniteproblems‬

Bethany (5): Mom, this looked totally disgusting, but it tasteses wonderful! You’re a great cooker, Mom.
‪#‎kidcompliments‬ ‪#‎takewhatyoucanget‬

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October 22, 2015
by Maralee
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To Future Me In Shorts

Dear Beginning of Summer Maralee,

Hey! It’s me– Fall Maralee. Remember me? I was so excited to pull out sweaters and cardigans and to pack away these shorts that served us well all summer long. When I was folding them up, I thought I’d just including this note to you in the pocket to help you adjust to the shocking transition that is Shorts Season. There are a few things I would like to remind you of to help make this start to summer a little more enjoyable and less traumatic than previous summers.

First of all, let’s just remember that the weight you gain over the winter doesn’t count. It just doesn’t. It was survival weight. It kept you warm during the below zero months, so that’s a good thing. I think that’s science, right? And also, you have a lot of children and they were stuck inside all winter, so you did things that maybe in retrospect you regret, but helped maintain your sanity (I’m looking at you, Delicious Pan of Brownies). I’m not mad. You did what you had to do. And if there’s one thing I WOULD regret, it would be if we didn’t eat the wonderful Thanksgiving bounty and enjoy the Christmas goodies because we were all worried about Shorts Season. No thank you. No pair of shorts are worth that.

Now before you panic about it, let me gently remind you that you are a white woman. A very white woman. Like, so white all the purply leg veins are visible this time of year. That’s okay. No going into shock about the sight of your legs and don’t freak out about other people seeing them in this state. Maybe this is the year you will get slightly sun kissed! But probably this is yet another year where you’ll burn your knees while sitting on a bench some afternoon at the park and the rest of your legs will magically stay white. Whatever. You tell your beautiful kids in all shades of white and brown how perfectly God made their skin, so just start giving that lecture to yourself now, too. We are in our 30s– orange fake tans and skin cancer do not become us. Embrace the white side.

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October 19, 2015
by Maralee
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Nebraska Foster Family Size Regulations and Public Hearing Details

I know there are many foster families that have been anxiously awaiting the proposed family size changes from the Nebraska Department of Health and Human Services. And there are former foster families (like mine) that will be looking very closely at these changes to figure out if we can start fostering again. It’s sad to me how many great, experienced foster families have been lost to the system during the months where the current regulations have been in place. But I’m relieved to tell you that change is on the way.

(Here are my previous posts about our concerns with the current regulations and the response I initially received.)

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Here are the details:

The hearing is scheduled for October 29th, 2015 at 1:00 p.m.

If you go over to the Nebraska Secretary of State’s site, you can read the proposed changes for yourself (http://www.sos.ne.gov/rules-and-regs/regtrack/details.cgi?proposal_id=0000000000001547). I have copied the ones related to family size below:

3-001.10  Maximum Number of Persons for Whom Care Can Be Provided:  A foster parent may provide care for adults and children, including foster children and children related by blood, marriage or adoption, according to the following maximum placement limits. 

The applicable maximum placement limit for children will be reduced in an amount equal to the number of adults in the home for whom the foster parent(s) provide(s) 24 hour care and supervision.

Care provided at any time is limited to no more than six (6) children under the age of majority, including children related to the foster parent(s) by blood, marriage, or adoption, and any other child(ren) who may be living in the home.  No more than four (4) of these children may be age 12 or younger.  When the licensee is also providing care for adults requiring 24 hour supervision, the total number of children and adults for whom  care is provided cannot exceed a total of six (6). 

3-001.10A  Homes with Two Licensed Foster ParentsRatio:  No more than six children may reside in a home with two licensed foster parents.  No more than four children under age six may reside with two licensed foster parents.For every four (4) children residing in the home, at least one adult responsible for their care and supervision must reside in the home.

3-001.10B  Homes with One Licensed Foster Parent:  No more than four children may reside in a home with one licensed foster parent.  No more than two children under age six may reside with one licensed foster parent.  

3-001.10CA1  Exception:  The Department in its discretion may grant an exemption to allow a home to exceed the maximum placement limit when doing so is in the best interest of each child in the home. for the continued placement of children when five (5) or more children are receiving care in a licensed foster home and:

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October 18, 2015
by Maralee
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A Life in Status- July #1, 2015

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My children think when they hear the fire alarm go off, they are supposed to stop, drop and roll.
‪#‎momfail‬

Me: Did you have a good time with your friends this morning?
Joel (3): Yep! I didn’t pee my pants!
‪#‎nailedit‬

My baby keeps having to go in for weight checks. Skinny shaming starts early these days.
‪#‎hesfine‬ ‪#‎noseriouslyHESFINE‬ ‪#‎skinnygenes‬

My daughter just learned an important lesson- glue sticks and chapsticks are not interchangeable.

20 month-old really likes to chat, but mostly just says “yes” or “no”. . . so it’s pretty much like trying to have an in-depth conversation with a magic 8 ball.
‪#‎askagainlater‬

I opened the door to the boys’ room last night at 11 p.m. and found them on the floor surrounded by books about reptiles, their own drawings and writings and a small mountain of paper trash. Josh looks at me and says, “There’s just so much research!” with a heavy sigh. Who are these boys?
‪#‎summer‬

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October 15, 2015
by Maralee
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Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day, 2015

Today is a day to remember. Some of us are remembering little sons and daughters we lost before we even knew if they were sons or daughters. Some of us are remembering babies born asleep. Some of us are remembering children who opened their eyes and cried and brought us joy and then they left us too soon. All of us are remembering little lives that the world seems to forget as it just keeps moving on without them. It is good to take some time to grieve what we have lost and to remind the world that they were people worth remembering who had value and were loved no matter how short their time on earth.

In honor of those precious little lives, I’ve collected my writings and the guest posts I’ve received about miscarriage, ectopic pregnancy, stillbirth and infant loss. I hope they will be a comfort to those who grieve with me and a helpful empathy reorientation for those who are supporting others who grieve.

To My Ectopic Baby:  “I remember begging God to spare you. And then the pain lessened and I felt peace that while you would never come to us, we would someday go to you. I was honestly thankful that we had the gift of you even for just a little while. I’ve never stopped being thankful for that. For YOU. But I still miss you.”

Lies My Miscarriage Told Me:  “Maybe the biggest lie my miscarriage told me was that my children didn’t count. They weren’t real. Believing God’s truth changes all that for me. Even the children who don’t see life have lives that matter.”

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My Ectopic Pregnancy Experience:  “Is this baby alive or dead? Is there any hope? What can we do? Why did this happen? Did I somehow cause this? Can’t we move the baby? Is the procedure to deal with an ectopic pregnancy essentially an abortion? All these questions are complicated by the quick timeline required by an ectopic pregnancy. To avoid rupturing a fallopian tube (which along with impairing your fertility could also kill you) decisions have to be made quickly. Doctors know how to deal competently with removing ectopic pregnancies, but I don’t think they always know how to explain it to you, allow you a moment to grieve and help you feel empowered in the decision making process all in the timeframe that feels safe to them.”

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October 11, 2015
by Maralee
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A Life in Status- June #2, 2015

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We have an awesome puzzle that makes a train sound when you put the last piece in. . . or if you lose the last piece then it makes a loud train sound every time you turn off the light at bedtime, which is slightly less awesome.

My daughter is debating husband options- Optimus Prime or Batman.
‪#‎priorities‬ ‪#‎littlesister‬ ‪#‎bigbrothers‬

I can’t say I intended to launder a log of human poop today, but I also can’t say I’m entirely surprised.
‪#‎motherhood‬

The front door to our house has grape jelly all over it. Seems about right.
‪#‎kids‬ ‪#‎summer‬ ‪#‎whydoIbother‬

While I’m aware eating something sugary won’t actually cure a headache, falsely believing that it will does make being a migraine sufferer slightly more pleasant.

Me: Why are you crying, Buddy?
Joel (3): I want a peach! (sob)
Me: Maybe later we-
J: I don’t want to DIE! (more sobbing)
Me: Oh Sweetie, some day we all-
J: I don’t want MY BOOTY TO BREAK! (epic meltdown)
Me: Ummmmmm . . .
‪#‎themindofatoddler‬

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October 6, 2015
by Maralee
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For the Mom who Hates Breastfeeding

I was preparing to breastfeed my baby at Bible study when I leaned over to the mom next to me and admitted, “I hate this.” She said, “I hated breastfeeding, too! I thought I was the only one.” So for any other woman out there feeling guilty about her mixed feelings (or straight up negative ones) about breastfeeding, know you aren’t alone.

I am getting ready to wean my second breastfed child (I have four other children I have bottle fed) and the only words I can use to describe my feelings right now are “relief” and “joy.” I have known so many moms that have grieved the closing of that chapter. And I get that, as it does symbolize the end of the baby days of your child. The kid drinking from a sippy cup sure looks a lot more like a toddler than the little one snuggled at your breast. I feel the sadness of the passage of time and the ending of that special closeness (whether breast or bottle feeding), but I am eagerly looking forward to being done with the actual breastfeeding process. I literally had a sobbing meltdown the week before my second biological baby was born, not in anticipation of labor, but because I was realizing the year of breastfeeding madness was about to begin.

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