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till Death do us Part

I saw this story this afternoon at The Anchoress.   It is heartbreaking –

Click here to watch. “Jan’s Story, a Love Lost to Alzheimer’s”.

After I watched the story and thought about it for a little while I read the comments at CBS, The Anchoress, and Deacon Greg’s.

Barry Petersen tells the story of his wife,  Jan Chorlton’s,  and her struggle with early onset Alzheimer’s.

A few things about this story sort of get to me, beyond the heartbreaking reality of it all.   The part of the story that has been driving the comments on Catholic site has to do with the fact that Barry is currently living with another woman who he met after his wife’s condition deteriorated to the point where he could no longer care for her in home.  She is a widow named Mary who has joined Barry in caring for Jan.    Which is obviously a problem if you are approaching the story from a Catholic, sacramental marriage, world view.  But I don’t think Barry, Jan or Mary are doing that.  They are coming from a really different place, so I think some of the comments are misplaced – but I also found it really fascinating that in the story there is nary a breath between revealing Mary’s place in his life and Barry’s insistence that people shouldn’t be quick to judge him.   Normally when people announce they are doing something and then immediately follow it with protestations about how they shouldn’t be judged it is because they know on some level that people are going to judge them and that there is a logic to those judgments.

So many things in this story intrigue me:  How we view death and dieing.  The way we view mental capacity as the ultimate indicator of life’s worth.  What is our vision of married and romantic love –  what do those things mean to us and how do we expect them to play out in our lives?  What do we  do when things don’t go according to plan?  What do we really mean when we say “life must go on”?  The answers to these questions are different if you are coming from a world view that is Catholic or traditionally Christian than if your view is shaped by the culture at large.  It is these exact questions that set the Christian world view most starkly in contrast to the secular world view.

I also supposed this whole thing affects me differently having see my Grandmother go through the process of loosing so much of her memory and mental awareness to dementia over the past 10 years and having watched her pass back in December.   At least differently than it would have a few years ago.

Poking around I found a couple more videos about Jan and Barry’s story:

and an interview with Barry:

I think it is very sad that Barry has had to deal with condemnation from Jan’s friends over his decision to place Jan in a residential facility.  I understand the feelings that one goes through having to make those decisions – it is hard.  It is insanely hard to take someone you love to a place (even a beautiful, well kept, homey place) and the turn around and walk out the door leaving them there.  It took a long while before I really was used to the idea that Rachel, for her good and the good of the rest of the family, needed to be in an assisted living setting.  I am very familiar with the guilt that eats your heart as you when you walk out of the room, close the car door and drive away with tears running down your face.

There is really no room in my thoughts to condemn Barry for starting a new relationship, especially as his new companion seems to be accepting of the fact that Jan still needs him, she will likely needs looking over for years to come.  While it is tempting to hold Barry to the Catholic standard of marriage I think it is utterly unfair to do so without being certain that he and Jan had a sacramental marriage, or at least that they both understood marriage as being unbreakable, a life-long commitment.  He claims that Jan would want him to move on with life and celebrate each day.  He could be justifying his own actions or he could be absolutely correct in his assessment of what his wife would want.  Since we can’t really know these things judgment should be slow and gentle.   Yes, he is in a horrible situation and yes, he is doing something morally wrong, but I just can’t bring myself to toss a stone at him.

Simplicity

Simple

I suppose it is because I have a life like a zoo – where all the animals have escaped their cages and are rooming around  getting into mischief – Noah’s ark maybe –  that I have found myself drawn to simplicity.  I like life in the wild.  I enjoy the homeschooling, big family, two cats, two dogs and a baby on the way thing.   But it takes a sturdy frame (fence, ark)  to hold all this in place.  That is one reason I am Catholic and the main reason I keep coming back to the “less stuff” ideal.  Less stuff, more time, more family, more love, more prayer, more faith – that is a solid frame. And it is a survival mechanism.

For a large family thrift, simplicity, frugality, ritual and routine are absolute musts – at least if you want to have a shred of sanity at the end of the day.  At least in my case, and I really don’t think I am special enough to be some great exception in this.  But it took me  a while to realize this as  principal and even longer to figure out that there is this whole political/social movement called Voluntary Simplicity, of course that the Catholic, big family thing means I will always be relegated to a plundering outsider – it is too “Gaia-centric” – large families don’t fit the mold and humanity is often (not always, but often) viewed as a parasite on the beautiful, perfect, natural world.    So ‘a pirating I go: I ready through the simplicity books and websites and grab out what works and pass over the things that I find won’t work for us and basically cobble together some vision of what I would like life to be and then struggle to implement it.

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I must be completely crazy

(Ok, now I know that everyone who reads this who knows me in Real Life and my loyal subscribers all just read that and said, “Yeah, I could have told you that a while back.”)  But there it is.  I have a camping trip in a week and a half – the big one – the homeschool trip where our group’s families all get together and live out of the backs of our cars while our children have the best-time-ever.  This trip.

I also have another camping trip the first weekend in August.  Garden stuff to do, painting stuff to do, all sorts of sorting needs to be taken care of and I need to plan for homeschooling next year.  Oh, and we are having a baby, doing at least two clubs, we have a first communicant next year…. whizzzzzz-phewww-smolder (the sound of my brain doing the Sci-Fi does not compute thing)  So, if you have been wondering why I suddenly stopped blogging that is because normal life+pregnancy=overwhelm.

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8 ways simplicity could help you survive a zombie outbreak

Ok, so now I have a whole new reason to love the neighborhood yak ” — the Linkbait Generator which gave me the above title.  Glee!   “When the Zombies attack”  or “When the dead walk” have long been favorite stand ins for “when hell freezes over” or “when the ___ hits the fan”.

So, 8 ways simplicity could help you survive a zombie outbreak:

  1. You have an emergency kit.
  2. and you can find it
  3. You don’t have to worry about your  stuff getting in your way while you make a break for it.
  4. You can hold out longer in your boarded up house.
  5. Since you cook you won’t be in restaurants when the zoombies attack.
  6. You won’t be caught in the shopping mall, movie theater, amusement park, when the dead attack.
  7. You won’t be as dependent on fancy gizmos and technology for your day to day life.
  8. You know your friends and neighbor’s better and can catch those tell-tale early signs of zombiefication.
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8 ways simplicity could help you survive a zombie outbreak

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28 Weeks

We are at 28 weeks – officially third trimester.   Elizabeth moves around and her siblings can feel her “bump and bumble” and get very excited (and rather loud in their glee) when they are the one she is bumping.   The weather has turned beautiful.  Blue skies and warm temperatures – everything in the garden has exploded, including the lawn which now needs mowed, again.

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Wild Horses

There is something about watching a child step into adulthood that leaves you with such powerfully conflicted emotion.  You stand and watch and there is nothing else you can do- just stand and watch.   When your children are small everything is so much easier.  Their wants and needs are so much easier to obtain for them, you can gift them so much, so easily.  But then comes that stumbling foal moment where the thing they want conflicts with what you feel is best for them.  But you can gently guide them back.

Then come stronger impossible things, friendships that break, the times they don’t make the team, the times where a boy breaks their heart.  Over the years their view of you changes; you descend from almost godlike parent who they love with a full-bodied  joy to someone worn and worn out a bit behind the time, at moments wise and at others all to fail-able and human, the point where they see you for what you are.  But you try to hold on and give them the direction you can.   And then one morning you wake up and you child has managed to break away almost completely and you see them running toward their own horizons, awkward but beautiful and free and all you can do is stare and thank God that you have come to the point where you can be a place of safety for them, but you know that anything you offer them has to be accepted on their terms.

This is the point where I am with my oldest.  I watch her go out a little farther almost every day, turning 18, high-school graduation,  job hunting, college hunting.  It hurts to know that I am completely unable to help her with these things.   I count myself lucky that she hasn’t picked up that tendency of some teens to emotionally abuse those closest to them – that teenage cruelty of being kind to everyone except your mom and dad on whom is heaped nothing but contempt as they realize that their parents are really just mortals.  Instead she is rather patent with us as her parents.  But even if she did have that rebellious streak we would still have held on this long, and at this point we would still have to let go.  But then I love watching this.  I love watching her go and there is nothing in the world more satisfying then the times she gets things right.  It is probably the oddest feeling in the world.  Some odd half remembered quote from CS Lewis about how love is taking as much joy and delight the achievements of someone else as you would if they were your own.  With children that becomes a bit muddled because it can feel like their victories are your victories and their failures your failures, but neither is the truth.
It would be unfair to pile my own hopes or ambitions onto her.  She is a vastly different person than I am.  So I sit here and watch her step into her moment of independent youth, beautiful in the sunshine of morning and watch her in love with herself, a body too young to ache, a heart still unburdened with the worries of life and I have to step back and just watch.  I remember that moment of explosive, restless, youthful passion and how much I desperately wanted to just be me – free, alive, young and loved.  And I can look back at my mistakes and regrets and know that I am just as incapable of recapturing that in myself as I am incapable of reliving that time through her.  I had my moment in the sun; this moment is her’s.

I love her and love watching her explode away from me into her own life.  And I turn to my younger children and I know, with the utter certainty that I could never really grasp with her that they too will one day set off on their own.  I am an older and wiser mother than I was with her.  But I know I will make totally new mistakes with each of them.  They will each come to the place where they see me too well, where they know how I have failed them.  And they will take off to their own adventures, wherever God’s will will blow them.  I will stand here and marvel at their beauty and hope that they always remember when they need me I am here waiting, and watching and wild horses couldn’t drag me away from them.

Parenting · Simplicity

Things you don’t need for a baby.

Since we are expecting number 7 I guess that makes me the “experienced” mom.   At least I am experienced in the sense that I have in fact been here and done this a couple of times.  My sister-in-law is expecting her first.  So I suppose it is natural to think back to expecting my first and the absolutely uncertainty that I was awash in when I was a first time mom and laugh at myself.

Something that has been amusing me the past few weeks is the “baby registry” phenomenon.    What do you need for a baby?  I can almost feel that remembered panic setting in with me, the new mom, sure that I was going to miss having that one, ultimate, thing that will make caring for a new baby easy.   Especially when you don’t have much experience around newborns it can seem like they are little alien creatures who will break if you don’t care for them perfectly, and marketers are more than happy to exploit these insecurities and sell you all sorts of stuff you don’t need.

The reality is that you really don’t need much for a newborn (under normal circumstances).

Top ten things you probably don’t need:

  1. A changing table.
  2. Special baby towels/washcloths
  3. diaper wipe warmer
  4. diaper genie
  5. mobiles/white noise/baby lullaby/ crib vibrators
  6. sterilizers
  7. full-sized high chairs
  8. special laundry detergent
  9. baby food
  10. diaper stacker

Your newborn spends the entire day eating, pooping and sleeping with occasional breaks to look at things usually to face of whomever is holding them – at first they would be perfectly happy to be held 24×7.  As they get older they spend more time alert and quickly start looking for things to do.   Baby’s needs can be divided  into some basic categories:  sleeping, eating, diapering, bathing and care, clothing, travel, and play. These needs are what should drive baby purchases, not marketing.