Parenting Teenagers for Dummies

Never do I feel more unintelligent than when I am talked into circles by my beautiful, talented, intelligent, exhasperating teenager.  When my old fashioned values collide with the popular societal beliefs of today, I am at my most challenged.  And I’m not talking the Big Stuff…I’m talking the Little Stuff that has gone by the wayside to create a society that is all about the “ME.”

The discussion in my house last night was about the word, “Sorry.”  It calls to mind the Elton John song, “Sorry seems to be the hardest word.”  My Darling Girl’s argument, “Don’t you think if someone says ‘sorry’ they should mean it, and if they don’t mean it they shouldn’t say it?”

Of course, I am of the view that saying “sorry” is the “right” thing to do when you know you’ve done something wrong or have hurt someone (even unintentionally) whether you “feel” sorry in your heart or not.  The act of saying sorry is a right act.  Period.

The counterargument, “But isn’t that fake?  It takes me time to cool down and feel sorry, so shouldn’t I wait and say sorry later when I feel it?”

*sigh*  “Yes, you should say it once you feel it, but you should also say it if you don’t.  Two apologies are better than no apologies, or an apology said too late, even if one of them was not heartfelt.”

“But Mom, that is so fake!  That’s like those people who act all happy when really they are SO messed up inside!  Saying you are sorry when you aren’t, isn’t that the same as lying?”

{Oh, Dear Lord, help me now…}

*deep*breath*think*Woman*think*

So I get on my pedestal, and I start to preach.  I point to the sign above the window in my kitchen that says, “Because Nice Matters.”

“This new fangled notion of the “ME” being the most important thing is all bass ackwards in my opinion and the root of many of societies problems.  Today’s young people think that if they don’t ‘FEEEEEEL’  it, they shouldn’t have to ‘do’ it.  It is a selfish concept.  Apologizing to make the other person feel better and less wronged is the first step in the right direction, whether you “feeeeeel” it at the moment or not.  And I don’t believe in apologizing if you haven’t done anything wrong, but when you *have* and the only thing stopping you from saying that little word “sorry” is your anger and pride, then YES you SHOULD say it!  Why?  Because nice DOES matter.  Think of the other person, sacrifice your comfort level for the moment, and say sorry.”

{There, that should do it.}

“I see your point Mom.  But I also see the other side too.  I wonder which side is really right?”

*deep*breath*

“I am.  Tell me this…what would God want you to do?”

{Ha, I’ve got her now!}

“He would want me to say sorry even if I don’t feel it because it’s the ethical thing to do.”

“Bingo!”

But as she walks away, I can’t help but feel that my own values have been challenged, and she has quite effectively made me chew on my own beliefs.  I ponder and I wonder, “Does she have a point?”  What is the word “Sorry” if there is no sorrow or regret behind it?  An empty word?  Or is it filled by the rightness of the act of being said, and in itself, worthy of utterance for it’s own sake?

I must think on it more.

However, I am sticking to my original premise, “Because Nice Matters.”

I am left believing that I may have “won” this small battle of ethics, but not the War of Ethical Behavior…because what is Out There screams louder than I do, and that lifestyle path Out There seems at first glance to the very young, more colorful and inviting than the lifestyle path that I am offering, tangled with weeds of resistance and thorny bushes of unacceptance.

Man, this Parenting thing is hard work.

The embodiment of "Generation Z"-Her iTouch ran out of charge, so here she sits on my kitchen counter, plugged in, texting on her phone.

So what do you all think?

Say sorry only if you mean it?  Or just do it?  Discuss.

Stepping Out

So, it’s February and I hate February.

I got a new SB-600 flash for Christmas and I hate flash.

I got a bunch of new camera manuals for Christmas that make me feel stupid and I hate feeling stupid.

But instead of sitting back feeling sorry for myself, and staring at the books on the shelf collecting dust, I have signed up for another on-line photography course through PPSOP.  As you recall I took two online classes from Bryan Peterson here two years ago (or was it three now???) and loved them.  So here I go again!

It’s a four week course titled “Electronic Flash-The ‘Mystery’ Revealed.” Sounds right up my alley, doesn’t it?

The course begins tomorrow, so if any of you are interested in joining me and have $195 to spare, head on over to the website.  And wish me luck…I’ll be needing it!  (I already had to go to Scott to clarify what I needed for the course!  Not a promising start when you don’t even understand the course materials list!)  LOL

(Thanks Scott…I will read the manuals. *she says sheepishly*)

Stay tuned…

 

Nature’s Best

I have been wanting to share this little find with all of you for quite awhile now, so thanks to Scott for pushing me in that direction (even though I’m a day late and a dollar short as always!)

This, my dear friends, is the best kept secret on the planet.

I have come to swear by this little mix of teas (Tulsi, also known as Holy Basil, and Lemon Myrtle) and really think you all should order some as soon as you leave here.  Get it wherever you can find it.

I discovered my little tea shop through an out-of-town friend.  She has been ordering tea from Sensibiliteas for a long time, and wanted to visit the actual shop when she came to visit a couple of years ago.  I had no idea this place even existed in my area, but upon entering, became a total convert.  An entire wall (someday I will photograph it for you) is lined with paint cans filled with teas…I had never seen anything like it.  And the teas are fabulous.  I will never enjoy a bagged tea again.

Last year I was desperately seeking some natural aid to my “little” joint swelling/back aching problem.  My Tea Lady suggested Holy Basil, otherwise known as Tulsi.  She said it *might* help, but even if it didn’t help my joints, it would help a lot of other things.  “You’ll never get a cold again, and even if you do, it won’t be a bad one.”  So I drank it here and there, never quite taking the stuff seriously.

However, I started getting sick with some throat/respiratory virus the Saturday before Thanksgiving this past year.  Desperate to kick it to avoid being sick for Thanksgiving a second year in a row, I started drinking my store of Holy Basil, three cups a day as prescribed.  I swear it kept me going, and although I lost my voice, didn’t need the help of a doctor this time.  Off I went to the tea shop the day after Thanksgiving with absolutely no voice.  She suggested mixing Lemon Myrtle (for throats) with the Holy Basil.  I did, and I got better within two days.

I continued drinking a cup a day all through the holidays.  Every time I felt something coming on, I upped it to a pot (or three cups) back to back a day.  I thought one cold was going to get me…I woke with a fever and feeling miserable.  By the end of the day, I was on my feet with nothing left but a drippy nose.  Seriously.  It left as quickly as it came.

Add to this the fact that, about a month ago I observed to my husband, “You know, my joints haven’t bothered me as much lately…and my back is so much better finally.  It only took a year.”  And he said, “You’ve been drinking that tea.”  Lightbulb moment.  I had been drinking it to avoid getting sick all winter, but I think it has actually helped everything else too without me even realizing it.  I am now a believer.

You will find information on the benefits of Tulsi here and here.

You will find information on the benefits of Lemon Myrtle here.

Just Google each and you will find more information.

If you can’t find it, send me an e-mail and I will put you in touch with Donna-Lynn, my trusted Tea Lady.  Here’s to health! *raises tea cup*

Ice and Broken Budgets

So, my 112 year old house is topped by a 112 year old slate roof.  That 112 year old slate roof is beginning to show signs of it’s age, and has not been very reliable in recent years.  Hard driving rain shows it’s weaknesses, as does ice.  We have several buckets under the eaves catching most of the leaks, but now and then a new one presents itself.   Right now my roof is topped with about 4, if not 5 inches of ice along it’s edges, along with several inches of snow which is becoming crusty and more frozen by the day because of the severe temperatures in these here parts.  This of course means that more leaks become evident as water sneaks under the loose roof tiles and gets trapped there by ice.  The icicles are a good four feet long is some areas, and none have come crashing down yet.  Each day I wait for the earthquake-like crash of the roof letting go, and each day passes without it.  Of course, the icicles are quite beautiful to photograph.

The only way I could think to show you how huge some of these are was to place my finger on one.

So my dear friend (*waves to Sue*) always says, “It all starts with a throw pillow!” or in this case, a leaky roof.

Zan and I figure, well, if we have to replace the roof, why not raise it while we’re at it?  Raising the short roof over our kitchen in the back of the house would allow us to add a Master bedroom and a second bathroom.  Right now, our girls share a room and we only have one bathroom…As they get older, we can see the wisdom in having a bathroom of our own.

Of course, this leads to all sorts of issues…

First of all, the cost of replacing a slate roof is astronomical.  But I am irrationally against replacing it with asphalt…I can’t explain my emotional reaction to the topic, but putting asphalt on this house just seems sinful.  The thought of losing the anchor that was designed with the differently colored slate on one side of the house, and the diamond on the other brings me to tears.

Then there’s the issue of moving interior walls in order to access the new bedroom in the addition…this would require stealing room from the present bathroom, which would mean a new bathroom, AND a bathroom renovation at the same time.  All very exciting (and very much needed in the near future) but also very, very expensive.

When I say expensive, I mean more than we spent buying the house 12 years ago.

And I have thought about this plan every which way to Sunday, and still can’t come up with a better configuration for the extra space.

So, we ponder…

The roof HAS to be repaired, half of it completely replaced (at the very least…the main roof may need the same full rip and tear treatment as well…not sure until someone gets up there to investigate more thoroughly.)   So do we spend a small fortune repairing/replacing the slate roof, and leave it at that?  Or do we spend a large fortune and add a room, bathroom, and bathroom renovation on top of the roof replacement?  Do we cut the costs by replacing a slate roof with modern materials?  *yuck*sniff*  Do we bag the whole thing and move to Florida?  *just* kidding*

Oh, well.  That’s what we get for buying a 100 year old fixer upper.  No more Disney trips for us for awhile I’m afraid…glad we played so much last year since this will be the next few years of our lives.