Parenting Interviews: Dads

Happy Fathers Day to all the great dads in my life! You are the people who make me excited about the direction that the next generations are heading.

I interviewed both moms and dads about some of the joys of parenthood for this short two-parter. Head over here to read the interviews that I did with mothers in Part 1. Today’s post is going to focus on the answers from a few dads that I know. I think that a lot of times, we hear mostly from the motherhood perspective–or articles are directed more towards mothers about the issues facing parenting but I wanted to make sure that some of the cool dads in my life got to have their stories heard as well.

daniel-cheung-129838


Let’s get into it!

What’s your first name and what ages are your kids?
Zach: 8, 6, 5
Jason: 3, 2
Mike: 2, 6 months

When was one of the first times you really felt like a parent?
This is such a tough answer to pinpoint. I think one of the first times I felt like a parent was right after our first child was born. I remember right after he was born – still being in the hospital, and I remember having all of these new kinds of emotions that I didn’t really know how to gauge/control. I was convinced that every nurse was torturing my newborn son every time they checked on him. I remember looking at this tiny little life, and realizing that his survival was dependent on me. –Zach

When I caught Emmy when she was born. –Jason

It happened almost instantly for me. My son was born in Lyons in the middle of Winter, and on the drive home with him I couldn’t relax. I kept worrying about road conditions and was constantly checking on him in my rear-view mirror. I couldn’t believe how much everything had changed so suddenly. –Mike

What is it that makes you a good parent?
Perhaps it is my fear that I’m NOT a good parent, that makes me a good parent. (Did you follow that?) – When my kids have a bad morning before I take them to school, I worry that me snapping at them in frustration is going to cause them years of therapy later in life. In all honestly, we all have these kinds of mornings (our family has lots) – and I’m probably not emotionally scarring my children. And so maybe it’s my sensitivity to this that makes me a good parent. I’m afraid that I am completely sucking at this parenting thing, and that might actually make me a good parent. A crappy parent wouldn’t care, right?
I tell my kids (daily) that I love them. I do my best to be fully present when I’m with them I do my best to help them start their day with positive thoughts and feelings (every morning as they walk into school, I tell them, “Remember, your name is ____ and you can do this.”) Every night at bed, we talk about the day. I ask them each: “What’s the best thing that happened today?” and “Are there any mistakes you made today?” (and I answer these questions too) – we pray together, and I kiss them goodnight. –Zach

I’m pretty patient with the girls. –Jason

For me, it all starts with being on a good team. My wife and I share the same values and goals for our family. I also have great parents, who also happen to be amazing grandparents, our family has proven to be a dedicated support system for us. That said, I’ve wanted to do this my whole life and I’m excited to be a father. I enjoy it. I’m often the dad at the party that’s off talking with the kids, watching them play, while the other parents hangout. My son is old enough to understand that he’s my number one priority all of the time. My kids will never sit around in a dirty diaper, because I’m tired of changing them, or get into a dangerous situation because they’re being ignored. I strive to always be mindful of their safety and well being. I love them so much. –Mike

What’s one thing you hope your kids remember about you when they’re adults?
I want them to remember that I was around and invested in their lives. That I love them deeply, and that there’s nothing they could ever do that would make me love them less – and that it’s my faith in Jesus that grounds me in these things. –Zach

I hope they remember how much I loved them. –Jason

This is hard to answer because my son has just reached the age where he’s forming “memories”. Hopefully, they remember we’ve always been best buddies and I was there for them whenever I could be.
I also hope they remember that I love their mother, and we always treated each other with respect. –Mike

What do you really like about your kids?
I love my son’s creativity. He’s always drawing pictures and making up “what if” scenarios. I love how he is completely enthralled with whatever his latest obsession is. He turned his own room into the “Bat-Cave” using masking tape and construction paper. And most recently he’s been wandering around our house with a stick, waving it at things and yelling “Wingardium Leviosa” Our middle daughter is passionate and fiery and determined. Strong-willed doesn’t even begin to describe her. Our prayer is that while this personality trait can be extremely frustrating when you’re working with a 6-year-old, it can also be a huge blessing and serve her well in the future. I like that in addition to this, she is soft and tender. She is a collector of trinkets, and could perhaps end up on a episode of “Hoarders” in the future. I love her dearly, and wouldn’t change a thing. Our youngest daughter might be one of the funniest people I know. I like that she is happiest when “snuggling” – She has entire conversations with me where I only really understand a fraction of what she’s saying. She has no concept of time – she will talk of an event that happened months ago, and use the word “yesterday”. She also confuses hot and cold, “Daddy, last night I was cold, so I took off my blanket.” –Zach

I love their creativity and independence. –Jason

There are so many things! I love the way Rooster gets all serious when we’re discussing things that make loud noises. …he laughs his ass off when he watches The Three Little Pigs and thinks the Big Bad Wolf is so cool. …he sings songs when he’s in his room by himself. …he has a special bounce in his walk when he’s in a really good mood. …he is obsessed with my record collection and stereo, and has a collection of his own that he’s very proud of. …he has a baby doll named Ako that he gives me updates on and pretends to nurse him. …he always wants to help me in the kitchen, doing the dishes or cooking. …he always calls me Mike, never dad or daddy.
After a long day at work, I love the way Wren bounces up and down when she sees me. I love how she looks just like her momma when she’s asleep. …she scrunches up her nose when she smiles or laughs. …she sings along to the radio with sweet little shrieks. …her eyes. ….just everything. –Mike


Thanks to all the dads who let me ask them these difficult to answer questions. And thanks, to you, for reading!

If you have kids, pick a question and answer it in the comments! I loved reading all these responses. If you don’t have kids, ask someone who does. It’s such an exciting thing to learn about your friends.

XOXO, Lib

IMG_5046.JPG

PS: Shortly after I concluded all of these parenting interviews, my sister and her partner became parents to my newest nephew! Welcome to the world, Leo Charles Marshall! He was born on June 13 and he’s awesome and chill and I can’t wait to hold him in my arms. Leo also has a big brother, Owen, who is six years old.
I decided to ask Sarah and Michael my favorite question from this round up:
What’s one thing you hope your kids remember about you when they’re adults?

Michael says he wants his son to remember that he was consistently there for him since day one.
Sarah says, “I want my sons to remember that I always valued them as they are (warts and all) and never pushed them to be anyone they weren’t.”

Parenting Interviews: Moms

Remember a few months ago when you all were so gracious and took a survey to tell me what you’re interested in reading about? Well, overwhelmingly, so many of you asked for posts about parenting. And for the longest time, I’ve just been ignoring that because I’m not a parent and so there’s not much that I can mention about that.

But I know some of the coolest parents and it’s not fair to keep them all to myself. Plus, I think that it’s important to hear lots of different perspectives.

alex-pasarelu-223684

So, for this first go-round I decided to ask some of the best people I know what they think about parenting. A lot of the parenting articles I see going around focus around how to deal with the hard parts of parenting–which, I would assume, is absolutely crucial. Parenting seems really challenging and you need tips and tricks and “you can do its” to get through the day sometimes. But for this post I just wanted to focus on the sweet, beautiful parts of parenthood. Because it’s important to direct our attention to the glorious parts of life, from time to time. And hopefully it’ll give you some things to think about in your family! Start conversations with your partners and friends about these things. I have absolutely adored hearing these stories from my friends.

I interviewed both moms and dads. This post is going to focus on the answers from those who identify as moms and, since Fathers Day is coming up, I’ll post the second part–the dad answers, this weekend. Sound good to you? I’m excited!


Let’s get into it!

What’s your first name and what ages are your kids?
Jes: 16, 9, and 5.
Jamie: 2, 4, and 7
Danielle: 6 months
Kellory: 8, 4, and 2
Miriam: 2 months

When was one of the first times you really felt like a parent?
I first felt like a parent when I took my oldest in my arms as a newborn, held my 2 year old step-son and cried with disbelief at planes crashing into buildings in 2001. I felt so helpless to protect them but determined to do it, and that’s what I think parenting is for me. –Jes

When they sent me home from the hospital with my first born and I was suddenly responsible for meeting every physical and emotional need of another human being. Also, the fact that I was so madly in love with and protective of this person I’d only known a few hours. –Jamie

Good question. I still don’t really feel like “a mom”… more like a person who the universe has entrusted with this baby. But I think the first time might have been when I was changing a massive blowout in the backseat of my car. It was pouring rain, I had 3 wipes left, and zero room for error. –Danielle

I think the first time I felt like a parent was my daughter (and first child’s) first day of preschool. I went back to the preschool to pick her up half an hour early because I was so anxious to see her and hear how her day was. I texted my husband in the parking lot, “I’m the first mom in the pick up line…”. He texted me back, “You’re the best mom in the pick up line.” –Kellory

I’ll let you know when that hits. There is this crazy, desperate, overwhelming love I have for him, but on our first night together, around three am, I remember thinking, “Gee, I hope his parents come get him soon, I’m too tired for this.” Then I realized no one was coming. Me. I’m the parent. So, maybe that was the closest I’ve come… Also, when I’m at work, sometimes instinct and hormones overwhelm my body and I feel a panic rise, because my baby needs me. He needs to eat. It’s been too long, how can he eat if I’m not there? Because your instincts come from a time before pumping and freezing breast milk was a thing. –Miriam

What is it that makes you a good parent?
Tricky question – I’ve never really felt like a “good parent” because I got pregnant at 17 (in a deeply fundamental house) and it was “get married or go to a home for unwed mothers” (I wish I was exaggerating) and that mentality and feeling of inadequacy has persisted. I think what makes me a good parent is accepting that this exists and deciding to do it anyway. I’m not maternal, this is a difficult role for me, but it’s one that I need to do and they didn’t ask for me as a mom so I will do my best. –Jes

Selflessness. Being willing to put their needs before my own and doing what it takes to make sure they are healthy, in every sense of the word. –Jamie

I honestly just feel like I’m trying to survive. Being a good parent is next level s***. But I think the thing I try to remind myself is that the time goes by so quickly, so I try to enjoy every moment with Ollie that I can get. Putting the phone down, letting the dishes wait, and truly engaging with him is the most important thing. And that’s hard. –Danielle

I think one thing that makes me a good parent is that I apologize. I want my kids to know that I’m human, and I’m still learning and growing, too and I will make mistakes. It’s important to me to show them how to fail gracefully and that in family relationships, we fess up to our low points and love each other through it all anyway. I want them to grow into adults that admit when they’re wrong and accept when other people are wrong. –Kellory

Gosh, I don’t know that I am yet. I hope to be. But so far communication, support, and practice. –Miriam

What’s one thing you hope your kids remember about you when they’re adults?
That we were able to change and grow and become who we felt like we are–at any given time. That we never showed them a “static” version of what a family or human has to be and do, and they have the space and strength to always strive to be their best selves. That we were wrong sometimes and changed and we were right sometimes and held firm. –Jes

That I was human and made mistakes, but that I tried to make their lives full and happy and showed by example how they should handle life and the people around them. –Jamie

I hope we can create a lot of experiences for him. Travel, culture, exposure to the world. I would love for him to have an open mind and curious spirit, and I hope he can appreciate how we try to nurture that. –Danielle

I hope my kids remember that I was silly. There is no shortage of goofing off in this home, and I hope they all get together and laugh about it someday. One of my favorite quotes about parenting is from Roald Dahl, ” A stodgy parent is no fun at all! What a child wants-and deserves-is a parent who is sparky!” –Kellory

Unconditional love, unconditional support, and being there and involved. Even when we’re busy. I hope. –Miriam

What do you really like about your kids?
They are not perfect. Sometimes they’re selfish little jerkwads–just like me! They feel safe to be themselves and regularly do so whether I prefer it or not, and I love that about them, even when it’s frustrating. –Jes

I love that they each have their own unique personalities and preferences and I can relate to different things in each of them, yet they also teach me things I don’t understand or can’t relate to. I love watching them take in new things each day and just how innocent and ready they are to embrace all the little things in life. –Jamie

His laugh and smile is contagious. We joke that we aren’t sure how we got a happy kid because both my husband and I are sarcastic and cynical to an extreme. I hope he is always easy going and happy, and I hope he can change us into happier people, too. –Danielle

Collectively, I like that my kids watch out for each other. I think they know each other really well and they sort of know what to expect from one another. They’re each very funny, too, in their own ways. I like how honest they are and what kinds of conversations that stirs up, and sometimes the humor and the honesty combine and things get really fun! –Kellory

His smiles. The way he tries so hard to have smiles and be happy even when he’s hurting or tired or sad. He’s only two months and he already inspires me to be better. He wakes up with a smile on his little face. When was the last time I did that? Also the way he reaches for us. He constantly has a hand searching to hold yours. Melts me. –Miriam


Thanks to all the moms who let me ask them these difficult to answer questions. And thanks, to you, for reading!
If you have kids, pick a question and answer it in the comments! I loved reading all these responses. If you don’t have kids, ask someone who does. It’s such an exciting thing to learn about your friends.

XOXO, Lib

A Love Letter to My Home

Making McPherson my home was an accident more than anything. McPherson was a quick stop on the road to a bigger, better life. McPherson was a place to stop and rest my bones for a bit while I gathered supplies and kept on going.

Today is Libby and McPherson’s 8 Year Anniversary. I don’t know what the traditional gift is for 8 years of togetherness but I hope it’s something like, “public digital love letter” because that’s what McPherson is getting.

Before I lived here, I was in a friend’s guest room where I’d been sulking, jobless, and horribly depressed without having the words for it. She was moving and so it was time for me to move, too. But where to go when you’ve been basically unemployed for the past six months? You go back home.

Well… McPherson was never my home. My place of origin wasn’t under my family’s control anymore, though, so I found the next best thing. My older brother, his wife, and their two kids were living in McPherson. They told me that I could stay with them until the apartment upstairs opened up and I could work at the deli half a block away. In the meantime, I made a plan to move to Denver in a year when my lease would be up. This would give me a year to be aunt and to save some money and not get too attached before I took off for a bigger, better city–to be with someone that I thought I’d love forever. Someone that I don’t even talk to anymore.

But a year goes by really quickly and before I knew it, I could feel myself falling head over heels. For my niece and nephew (and all the more to come), for the town, and for my downstairs neighbor. Without warning I received a lease-renewal in the mail–I had 30 days to return it. I wasn’t ready to go! I was being pulled toward a future that I couldn’t predict but I knew it was here on these streets. I hadn’t even saved up enough money to buy a car, let alone to move to a brand new city. I panicked over it for a lot longer than I should have but, you know, you have to consider your plan–no matter how forgotten it had been, before you totally throw it out the window. I called the person that I loved in Colorado–he told me that I’d get sucked in to this town and never ever leave.
Like it was a bad thing.
It was the best thing. McPherson… you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

And I threw all plans out the window. I was plan-less. I had no idea what would be happening and while I felt like this was an age when I should have at least a semblance of an idea of what was coming up next, it felt more right to just ride the wave. And that’s what I’ve been doing ever since. Sort of… my only plan now is to stay.

I made new friends. I got new jobs. I married the downstairs neighbor. I’ve been here long enough to describe new business as, “you know, that place that used to be a flower shop but before that I think it was a pharmacy?” I’ve been here long enough to develop a Cheers-like familiarity with everyone that frequents my usual haunts. When I walk into the coffee shop, there are so many people to say “hi” to. When we leave the bar, everyone shouts “have a good night!”

This is home. I have known so many homes in my life but this is the first one that ever felt like it loved me back.

McPherson, I love you. Happy 8 Years. And here’s to eighty more.

XOXO, Lib

Quitters

Early this week I went on my Instagram Stories to talk about the moving plan that I had created for Ryan and I. It is an actual, physical chart that I drew up in order to keep track of what needs to get done and what can wait. I can get overwhelmed with the enormity of a large task (moving an entire house of things) and can do so much better when I break it down into hundreds of tiny, totally doable chunks (decide what stays and what goes from this one bookshelf, today).

Anyway, I put off sharing this chart even though it felt like it would help a lot of other people who are moving, too. And then right after I posted, I was overcome with this very familiar self-talk conversation wherein I remind myself of all of the things that I have started and quit over the years. “You know you’re not even going to actually follow this plan. You’re just going to do what you always to and start this thing but never actually follow through with it.” And it’s so little but if I don’t nip it in the bud, I’ll go down a rabbit-hole of all the things I’ve started and abandoned in my life. There are a lot of them. I’ve stopped and started so many things—far more than I can remember (unless I’m in a pit of despair, then I can remember all of them in explicit detail).

quitters

“Winners never quit and quitters never win” is one of those things that gets said so often that we end up accepting it without even thinking about it.

But think about the last time you did something that you wanted to quit and could have quit but didn’t—tell me honestly, did you ever feel like you were a “winner” at the end of it?

Like, if we’re thinking of it in terms of a race, the winner isn’t someone who just didn’t quit. That’s, literally, everyone else. People don’t become winners just by fulfilling obligations. Well, maybe they do. If everyone else is doing the same thing. That would be a fun race to watch, actually. Everyone just rolling their eyes and dragging their feet while doing the barest of minimums.

Look, life is long and almost nothing is going to last forever. So whether it’s The Goldfinch that you can’t bring yourself to finish, your Master’s Degree that isn’t really calling your name once you actually got into it, that friendship that’s requiring far more of you than you’re able to give–it’s okay to put it down. If you need permission, here’s your permission: put down what’s not working for you anymore. It has no bearing on your worth or value. It doesn’t say anything about you except that you try things and you’re paying attention.

Until about a year and a half ago, I found myself totally paralyzed by this narrative that I believed about myself—that I was flakey or unreliable. That I was a quitter.

I have a personality trait that causes me to shout my intentions from the rooftops but then my follow though never really lives up. I can think of three series that I said I was going to start on this blog alone that I’ve never followed up on! I’m also the kind of person who has a lot of ideas.
I always feel like if I tell about my idea, then I’ll have to follow through with it because of the potential for public shame if it doesn’t actually come to fruition. But in real life, shame has never motivated me to be a better version of myself. And in addition to that, I once heard about a study that was done on this subject. The results found that most people are less likely to follow through on plans and ideas if they’ve told a lot of people about it beforehand. Apparently the idea is that talking about it kind of triggers a part of your brain that makes it feel like you’ve actually done the thing. Now, I don’t have any data to show you about that, you’ll just have to take my word for it that I heard it from a reputable source but it’s also, like, three-fold hearsay at this point. So… do with that information what you will. But regardless, it makes sense to me! Maybe that’s why after I talk about an idea, I tend to drop it…
IMG_4771.JPG

Unless it sets up camp in my brain. Certain things have done that and I’ve stuck with them and that’s what it comes down to. This blog, for example. The Virtual Book Club. My marriage. Owning a dog. Last month, when I decided to sell all those paintings to help raise money for Safe Hope (I really didn’t think that was something I was going to follow through on). That’s just a few. That’s enough.

So if you’re like me and you’ve been telling yourself or you’ve been believing when others tell you that you’re flakey or you’re a quitter, don’t forget to remember all the things you’re sticking to. Make a list. An actual list. And reference it regularly.

PS! I’m still on schedule with my moving plan and that feels really good.

What have you quit?

XOXO, Lib

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn + June Virtual Book Club Selection

“Who wants to die? Everything struggles to live. Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It’s growing out of sour earth. And it’s strong because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

For being a novel that deals mostly with themes of strength-through-adversity, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn was a captivating read.

IMG_3919.JPG

This is a largely autobiographical novel—Betty Smith’s first published work. It chronicles the life of Francie Nolan, starting in 1912 when is 11-years-old. The book follows her through becoming a full woman at the age of 17. Francie’s family was a poor one. Her father, an alcoholic who occasionally kept regular work. Her mother worked tirelessly to keep the family afloat and held tightly to the dreams that she had for her children. Everyone talked about how profoundly beautiful her mother was—but she was self-conscious about her rough and ragged hands that came from working so hard to make a living.

The book itself reads an awful lot like a huge collection of short stories. Nearly every chapter goes through the classic story structure of building crisis, climax, and dénouement. Because of this, it didn’t feel like the novel itself was particularly plot-driven but I did keep reading because I was so interested in the characters. Everyone has their dreams and plans to have them realized—you want to see if things will shake out in their favor. But also, since there’s a high climax in every single story, there are some parts that maybe don’t seem all that believable. I don’t mind that–I can suspend disbelief for a while, particularly when our narrator is a child who is just trying to figure out all these things happening around her all the time.

I loved this book so much more than I had ever expected. For starters, I tend to gravitate towards contemporary literature. The idea of reading a book that took place before WWI, did not particularly appeal to me. Secondly, I haven’t talked to a single person who read this book and didn’t count it as one of the best of all time. That kind of hype can make me feel obligated to like something. And like a teenager, I tend to rebel against that. So if this book was able to break through those two seemingly impenetrable barriers, it must be really, really good. These things kept me from picking up the book right away but once I started, I only ever put it down reluctantly.

In a book so long and covering such a vast period of time, so many different themes and topics are discussed and it would be impossible to cover them all in a reasonable amount of time. Of course, I’m drawn to the feminist themes through the book.
I think that having a female main character/ hero is going to just naturally have some girl-power moments but this one had some overarching themes about how women are keeping the family (the world?) together.

In her own family, Francie’s mother is unable to rely on her husband to help keep the family financially secure. She takes on a job as housecleaner of the new apartment building where they move to in exchange for lodging for the family. She comes up with creative ways to get the children the things that they need—from trading house cleaning for piano lessons to coming up with creative games to play when they’re low on food in the house. She does all she can to maintain the children’s innocence even in some terribly dark times.
Francie also has two aunts—one of whom has carried 10 babies to full term, just to burry them just a few hours later when we meet her, though she never gives up her dream of having a child. Her other aunt has to step up when her husband is unable to work and she becomes the first female dairy delivery driver in Brooklyn. Her grandmother is full of wit and wisdom and teaches her daughters the art of saving money by nailing a version of a piggy bank to the floor in the closet so you can’t get to the money unless you absolutely need to. Francie sees these women and is proud to be in their lineage and she even carries on the legacy of self-sufficiency in so many ways.

“Those were the Rommely women: Mary, the mother, Evy, Sissy, and Katie, her daughters, and Francie, who would grow up to be a Rommely woman even though her name was Nolan. They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were made out of thin invisible steel.”

I recommend A Tree Grows in Brooklyn to everyone I come across. There’s just so much in it—so much covered. Through out most of the book I kept thinking about how I wanted to mail it to my niece who is going into the seventh grade in the fall. There is, however, one small but powerful incident involving a sexual predator that keeps me from poping it in the mail right away. The whole incident is maybe 1/2 a page out of over four hundred but still. Maybe in a few years when she’s going into high school I’ll feel better about it. But, who knows, maybe kids can deal with more than I can. Lord knows that Francie Nolan could. She was so strong and brave. I, on the other hand, know that I’ve grown a lot more sensitive in my older years.


51N7Qv2njwL._SY346_

Next month our Virtual Book Club will be reading Three Wishes by Liane Moriarty. We wanted a fun, summertime read and this looks like it just might be a good choice! I’ve loved every Moriarty book I’ve read. I feel like she’s really good at making the most mundane parts of life dramatic and important.

Our book club “meets” in a Facebook Event at the end of the month where we get together and talk about books. If you want to be added to our group comment or message me on Facebook and I’ll get you in there! Also, a few of us write blog posts like this one, though it’s certainly not required for membership. Go check out Staci’s review of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

Have you read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn? I want to hear all about what you thought of it.

XOXO, Lib

Save