Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Taking a mental vacation

School is all back in session now for us all.  I didn't take pictures of the kids on their first day back to school; they looked half-put together and excited as always.  Josh didn't take a picture of me on my first day back to school; all spiffed up in my teachers clothes.  Frankly, this is all back to normal.  We are back to the regular ins-and-outs of daily life.  It is all wonderful and an experience worth having.  Nevertheless, my mind is still rolling over the amazing times we had on vacation.  It seems that as we were away we could focus on our main purpose: being together having fun.  Even though we had nearly a month of break time once we got back home, it wasn't very summer vacation-y.  Perhaps it is because it was being compared to all of this:
Boating out on Boise reservoir with the Ricks family.  Noah was so kind to Danny the whole trip, an real exemplary young man.  I am impressed with all my nieces and nephews for sure, and there is an extra soft spot this summer for Noah and how amazing he made my son felt.  We will forever refer to the 'epic' wave that thrashed Rowan, Faith and Noah while they were on the tube.

Riding in the car with these three clowns was always fun.  Really, always.  They came up with the most creative stories and kept entertained and happy with one another.  A couple times, I let Mom Button drive (awesome East-West travel companion) and the kids wanted me to lay back my chair and so they could give me a massage and do my hair. I am a truly blessed woman.  Just look at those three cute faces!

The majesty of Glacier Park was awe inspiring.  

Little things with little people.  We watched a movie on Lemurs in 3-D.  Who would have thunk? Lemurs jumping at your on a very very large screen.  We sure did learn a lot about them.  Also, the company was amazing, Butt-olke family vacation 2014 was such a blast!  How many people still hang out with their best friend from the 3rd grade? I do!

Sunny summer days with cousins.  Nothing better, especially at this stage.  I could just put my camping chair in the edge of the water to keep cool and just sit back and listen to the glee.  We stayed at Lucky Peak park for hours; the majority of the time the kids were just playing in the sand.  Ages 13-2 all perfectly happy.

Lazy cabin days.  Thank the Heavens for Hancock Haven!  The weather was perfect.  The river glistened and glided along so nicely we couldn't help but nearly worship it.  I fell in love with watching my kids re-enact all the things I loved most about the cabin as a kid: fishing at the fishing hole, rolling your pants up to wade in the water, playing in the canal, rock hopping on the island, pulling apart link grass, gathering flowers, listening to nature, and being together or alone as it felt best.

"Mom, the ground is boiling!" I had forgotten, having grown up so near to Yellowstone National Park, what a natural anomaly the park is.  This stage of wonder in the little ones reawakened all sorts of vision as we walked around seeing gyser after gyser, each one as phenomenal as the first.  Even the unpredictable wait for Old Faithful with its groans and moans totally paid off as their level excitement grew with each foot of water height.

Family and flammables makes the Fourth of July real.  We had 19 grandchildren gathered at the Hancock Haven to honor our forefathers with a variety of fireworks.  The ending display of 'the big ones" had us all cuddled together on the lawn.

A detour worth taking.  Thanks to my parents' recommendation we headed off the beaten path to see Devil's Tower.  A geological wonder!  The small march around the base was holy in a way.  There are a lot of legends and history in that landmark worth respecting.  My favorite memory - Danny peeking around various trees, trying to be hidden just out of view on the path ahead with a smirk on his face and a playful pounce once we reached him.

I got my gumption in order and had the kids got through the rig-a-marole to become Jr. Rangers at Mt. Rushmore.  I figured it would make the very small stop more engaging.  It did to a degree.  The highlight was watching them study through the visitor center windows to make their own sketch of our National monument.
Hi-ho Summer Away!  I suppose all these memories shall motivate me to make sure each day has something special in which to rejoice.  Yep, I reckon we need more fun in our lives year round.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Academics

Just the other night Josh and I had a conversation about what being an 'academic' meant.

I was sharing with him the connective revelations I was making about change and faith from the combining definitions of two books Falling to Heaven by James Ferrell and The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown.  Dr. Ferrell is a gifted scriptorian and his book illuminates the paradoxes of the teachings of Jesus that can help us understand our relationship to God and dependence upon Christ for needed changes.  I had started with Ferrell's book a while back but had become frustrated with the over generalized use of loaded terms such as guilt and admit.  I had paused on his second part of the book called 'The Gift of Guilt" because I could not fit the term 'guilt' into any gift wrapping.  I understood the use of the title - obvious alliteration, sensational paradox - however Ferrell was not specific about what or how he was using the word guilt. I found I had to dig through his analysis of paradoxes too much to find his meaning.  It frustrated me because I wanted to feel enlightened by his scriptural analysis, not frustrated by his poor writing.

I realized my frustration had developed into the complaint "Ferrell is not being specific enough in the use of his words as an academic would."  Josh, of course questioned my complaint.

In contrast, through the gift of a generous friend I had started in on The Gifts of Imperfection and finally found some specified terms that would help me to sort out Ferrell's intensity.  Dr. Brown, having been trained in a specific academic research modual, is very careful to define the usage of any term that may have multiple meanings.  Her research likewise touches on the need to recognize our vulnerabilities and use them to instill confidence in self and action to change.  To me, both books were speaking to the very principle I have been pondering and striving to understand on a personal level: humility.  Yet, it was the combination of the two that allowed me to finally embrace where I am on my personal journey and identify where I am in relation to my Savior and where I would like to be.

So how is it that being more 'academic' about writing allowed me to clarify my own feelings?  I believe it comes down to being open to multiple definitions and allowing your writing to generate continued dialogue between reader and author through turning words and concepts into different points of light.  I had not been able to discuss what guilt was with Ferrell's text; his presumptions statements were so definitive that they could not be defined in any different way.  Brown offered her use of a term and then shared ways in which it would best work in the given research.  Both scholars are equally intelligent, whereas, in truth, one wrote in a style that I have been inculcated in while the other wrote to a different type of audience.

In Josh's opinion, Brown sounded like "one of those hippie-dippy philosophical types of self-help books that don't make any sense" initially.  For him, Brown was opening the subject too wide.  Yet, when I showed him how Ferrell's use of loaded terms without explanation created a whole different set of feelings in the reader, Josh began to understand how being more open in definition develops more personal understanding.  My term for this development of definition was "academic writing."

"So what is academic, then?" asked Josh.  He reminded me of the anecdote of the building mechanic who refused to teach his son any practical skills because he wanted his son to grow up to the be like the professors in the university buildings he maintained that just sat at their desks all day and thought.

Of course I can see how that perception is held.  Academics and research require a lot of reading or studying what others have said and then rolling them around in your head to see if there are other possibilities.  It is through the exploration of possibilities that new solutions or discoveries are made. If we had just accepted the first guesses on any subject there would have been no advancements made.

I offered the second anecdote that illustrated my point of view about academics: A humble worker had once heard a teacher say that they must find ways to expand their mind at all times.  She was skeptical for she sat on steps in an alley way and peeled potatoes everyday.  What was there in her world to expand her mind?  She began to observe the very small ants around her that scavenged the bricks at her feet and found pieces of potato peel.  Her curiosity grew as she watched them more intently and she began to notice patterns in their behavior.  On her day of she went to a library and found that there was very little written about the ants and their behavior, although she was given their name.  Over time, she developed some of the most accurate information about ants and their living systems and habitat that was later published.  All the while, she was just a potato peeler.

Before returning to the academic world, I have spent 6 years as just a homemaker.  Gratefully, my time in undergraduate studies had helped me to understand that my brain could be active at all times so I began doing more than just vacuuming.  I heard the rhythms of the vacuum as I pulled it back and forth and created rhymed meter poems about my vacuum.  While standing for hours at my kitchen sink paring fruit for canning I calculated the average time to fill one quart jar and the average numbers or jars needed, all the way down to knowing the amount of time I spent canning to the ratio of food I prepared for my family in one year to the second.  I learned about landscaping patterns, sustainability practices, psychology of happiness, and early child development.  During the mundane tasks my mind was able to roll around thoughts and feelings to the point of understanding.

 That, to me, is academic.  It is training the brain not to be idle and the heart to desire more than is just placed before you.  Therefore is the reason Josh and I hope our children will chose to attend a university.  Honestly, in today's economy, one is better of learning a specific trade for financial stability than securing stable employment as an 'academic.'  However, the academic person can fulfill any trade and expand their humanity if they have been taught to think and explore new possibilities.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Danny boy is older

Last night as I lay in bed recounting the day to Josh, I realized yet again how cool Danny is.  He has an awesome sense of humor and keen timing.  He had heard a phrase I used earlier in the day and played it back perfectly that night as only a brother could.

We were nestling restlessly into our beds, doing our best and restructuring our sleep schedule the week before school starts and the stall tactics were epic.  Faith remembered that she needed some lotion for the sadly dry spots all over her body left from an ambush attack of random harmless hives.  Of course, once the lotion was on the extremely dry skin, it burned like searing fire.  She began to squirm and moan and thrash on her top bunk of the bed.  I was exasperated and had no retort, but Danny did!  "What, are you giving birth or something up there?"  He asks with an evident under-chuckle in his tone.  Perfect timing!  He can perfectly diffuse a situation.

Comedic timing and situation bomb-control are a couple of Danny's many talents.  I love this boy.  He is Golden.  Yes, he passed yet another milestone while on our family vacation.  He is six years old.  That's my baby boy, and he has grown!  Just everything about him makes me love him to his constant "forgetting" that I gave him a night time kiss just so I will come back and give him a zerbert on his fleshy cheeks to his determination to become an astronaut.
Riding cross country in a car of girls finally got to him when Viv requested, yet again, to listen to Taylor Swift.  I can't blame the guy.  He certainly did not get as much music air time for his playlist as the girls (read Viv and her music obsession) even though everyone agrees that the song "Happy" is definitely amazing for changing one's mood.
Danny quietly concentrates on most of his projects with a very clear design in his head of what it will be.  Notice the mountain forming with only a streak of red up the middle.

"It's Pompeii!" he told me.  "Where did you learn about Pompeii?"  I ask.  "From the National Geographic and the book we recently read in the Magic Tree House.  You can see the lava tube inside the mountain before it explodes." 

Since we were in WA on Grmpa Dan Button's 60th birthday and Josh was with us, we celebrated then the two Dan's birthday with family and food, the Button way.  Grandpa and Danny traded back scratches for gifts.

Again, the humor! We went to a fry specialty shop in Boise and Danny loved the blueberry ketchup.  He loved it so much he decided he ought to have a blueberry nose.  

On Danny's actual birthday on the 14th we had "The best birthday ever!" with his Ricks cousins.  We went to the perennial favorite of mini-golf and then shared a round of laser tag with all his boy cousins.  For his first time around, Danny was the sharp shooter for the kids in his age range.  He divulged to me how he had strategized by following certain older cousins in direct routes and going back to the recharge station before he was out of lives.  I was so proud of him.  Tactically minded at six years old.  Josh and I are planning on grooming him for West Point.

Another amazing gift: patience.  The boy his my namaste.  He is peaceful and calm and really enjoys just throwing a pole in the water and observing what is going on.  He also is a hard worker.  Danny's favorite times a the cabin were just following Grampie around and doing various man chores, learn to shoot pool, or sit next to the river.  Neither of them talk much, but they sure enjoyed each others' company, which warmed my heart.

When we visited Mesa Falls Danny was my buddy observing all the little nuances of geography and waterfalls.  He noticed the rainbows in the water and the formation of rocks.  He looked for wildlife and found his favorite souvenir of the trip: a guide to all the fish of the Mountain West.  He had to sleep with it and couldn't hardly put it down to close his eyes.

The boy is still super excited about fighter planes.  

Crowning moment of the trip: Danny asked to jump off the Fun Farm bridge.  No small matter for a small person.  With full trust in me, he climbed over the outer edge, more confident than his father.  We counted to 3 and went for it.  I was a bit concerned as he popped up out of the water after a 20ft drop, until I saw his face - absolute joy!!!  He had his first adrenaline rush of his life and loved it!  "That was BAWESOME" (better than awesome)