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No, with Grace

2016 March 1
by Wendy

I recently stumbled upon this article, How to Graciously Say No to Anyone, and it was just too valuable not to share. With the many demands on our time – family, work, volunteer obligations, and more – learning to say “no” is essential for maintaining a semblance of balance and harmony in one’s life. 

 According to the author, there are three tenets to a gracious decline:

  • Say it fast.
  • Explain why – briefly.
  • Propose something else. 

 The author even offers a script from which to work for saying “no”:

Hey [name],

Thanks for your note. I’m so proud of you for ___—and I’m flattered that you’d like to bring my brain into the mix.

I need to say “no,” because ___.

But I would love to support you in a different way. [Offer an alternative form of support here]

Thank you for being such a wonderful ___. I am honored to be part of your world. [A few closing words of encouragement, if you’d like]

[Your name here]

I am notoriously terrible at saying “no”, always feeling obligated to help out (or just totally do) most anything that comes my way. But, as my boys grow older and busier, my time is more scarce and valuable. I am learning to be more judicious about what I take on for work and volunteer projects. This article found me at the perfect time; just today I employed her script in my (hopefully gracious) decline of a request for pro bono writing. I feel a huge sense of relief for protecting my time and doing so in a succinct – yet polite – manner.

Hopefully, you find this as helpful and freeing as I did. Just say “no”, quickly and nicely. 

 

Gone from My Sight

2016 January 18
by Mia

It’s been almost three months since Mom has passed away. I still have a hard time writing “died”, which has the connotation of an end, forever gone. “Passed away” implies a transition, which aligns with my belief that Mom is with me spiritually — but in a different form.

If I am mindful and paying attention, she greets me in many delightful ways.  The duck leaving his pack to follow me to the bus stop pick up, quacking the entire 1/4 mile walk.  The shooting star that crossed above my head,  interrupting my “conversation” with Mom under the moonlight.  The Schuman song she used to play, performed by a pianist right as we were leaving the library (we stayed). Her handwritten note found hours after her death, with the Isaiah 41 passage, “So do not fear, for I am with you”.

I still feel her parenting me.  Guiding me.  Encouraging me to choose the light, even in times of darkness.  These overcast winter days can be depleting, and yet when I think of her words, a burst of energy and clarity enters my body.  She is here.

Which is why I’ve been loving this beautiful poem by Henry Van Dyke, who uses a beautiful analogy of a ship at sea, continuing to be a ship at sea — even when out of eye sight.  Just like my Mom, continues to be a Mother to me, even when out of sight.

GONE FROM MY SIGHT

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone”

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me — not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,”
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

- Henry Van Dyke

2015-10-28 09.34.01Mom’s 60th birthday celebration, where she radiates joy along with her favorite color pink.  And her hand on my shoulder?  It’s still there….and always will be.

Snapshot of January 13th

2016 January 13
by Mia

What I’m Reading:

Amazon just delivered Paul Kalanithi’s When Breath Becomes Air this morning.  This is a memoir o fa 37 year old Stanford neurosurgeon that was given a terminal diagnosis of stage IV lung cancer. The reviews have been tremendously positive and I look forward to some quiet time this weekend soak up his words.

What I’m Eating:

I ventured beyond the weekly mashed potatoes and served a celery root puree with my favorite beef stew last night.  My husband was the most impressed with a new flavor at the table and it’s given me some inspiration to top that for tomorrow’s dinner.  Any suggestions?

What I’m Thinking:

Oldest daughter has been out of school for five days with a virus.  It’s given us a lot of home-base time with quiet moments to snuggle, read or chat.  Makes me think back to this article on setting your priorities – am grateful to have a family-centric calendar that allows me to step on the breaks and breath in these hours with my tween.

What I’m Looking Forward to:

Snow.  Crazy to hear that four letter word uttered from my mouth, but I’m excited for a good old fashioned snow day.  To turn off the world and be home in front of the fire, wearing my polar bear print pajamas and eating Cheez-its.

What I’m Wearing:

Lots of Kiehl’s Creme de Corps, my favorite body lotion that seems to keep Winter Itch at bay.

 

 

My new favorite word

2016 January 8
by Mia

Replacing “Serendipity”, my new favorite word is: SENTIENT

ˈsen(t)SH(ē)ənt/
adjective: sentient
definition: 1.  able to perceive or feel things.
I’m not quite sure how I never knew of this word.  It wasn’t until reading Oliver Sacks’ book, Gratitude, that I was introduced to sentient.  The author learned last January that he was diagnosed with terminal cancer, only to pass away this past August.  The essays in his last book Gratitude were all written during his final eight-months on earth. I was drawn to this paragraph, using my new favorite word:
 ”But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.”
- Oliver Sacks, 2015
This sentiment is all too familiar – the same gratitude that my Mom expressed two months before she passed away.  Surrounded by her family at a formal summer dinner, she shared how grateful she was for every aspect of her life — for parents who loved and shepherded her, for a husband of 44 years who she loved and was loved by, for two beautiful children and four laughing grandchildren.  I wonder, and will never know, if she was aware that her time was limited.  Is this feeling of immense and illuminated gratitude and appreciation for something you feel deeply when death is imminently around the corner?  I suppose we will all find out.
 

Our “Rule” for the Weekends

2016 January 6
by Mia

There was a time in my newlywed life when my husband and I would pack our weekends full of social events.  Brunches, bike rides, cocktails, suppers.  And around the time we added children to the mix, my husband kindly asked that we commit to only one social event a weekend.  It was too much, he explained — social outings, chores, errands, house projects, etc.  We need more downtime.  Us time.

So we started to scale back about ten years ago and have been more or less abiding by this rule ever since.  And having open afternoons and evenings has been one of the most treasured traditions of our family.  We ride bikes around the neighborhood, embark on ski days at Sunapee, play Ticket to Ride in front of the fireplace, swim at our down-the-street pool, run laps around the high school track, read books while lined up like sardines, light candles over a Saturday night dinner, hike in the local woods.  I hope these weekend moments will be the anchors of our daughters’ childhood memories.

We’ve certainly had our share of over-packed weekends — the holidays is especially a tough time to abide by our family rule.  And I’ve found that when we have weekends jam packed — whew! — our family seems flat, disconnected and unbalanced.  Which is why we prioritize this time together, especially a the girls get older.  It is our fuel to re-charge as a family and our job as parents to protect this time for just the four of us.

I know this doesn’t work for all families, but it works for us. And given the 12 degree temps today, I’d say whatever the plan is for this weekend will be in front of the fireplace.  Together.

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Our traditional New Years Day hike — just our tiny clan and a quiet forest.

Christmas 2015

2015 December 28
by Mia

This Christmas was different.

The weather was unusually warm. Almost 70 degrees on Christmas Eve! Unheard of around New England to wander coatless to church services.

I caught yet another dreaded sore throat and cold. (It is not lost on me how my body is symptomatic to what my heart is feeling). Christmas week was full of naps and rest.

And of course, the biggest change this year was that my Mom wasn’t there to adorn our house with her Christmas cheer and Danish Pastry.

The Danish pastry was originally a recipe from my great-grandmother back in the 1930s. Full of crisco and butter, the braided piece of glazed dough was the breakfast treat served Christmas morning from 1972 until 2014.

After many years of excuses to avoid making this family tradition, I started the arduous three-day baking project. I placed a lot of weight on the outcome — a light fluffy perfectly browned danish would continue the ties between many generations; a flat doughy overly done danish would banish me to the bedroom in tears.

The latter happened.

In hindsight, I know what to do differently next time — this is definitely more art than science. Yet in that moment, I just felt that I was letting down my Mom, grandmother and great-grandmother by not continuing this family tradition.  Especially on this first Christmas without Mom by my side.

As usual, I went to the moon that night and openly shared my frustration. And the moon — the first full moon on Christmas Eve since 1977 —  shone brightly on my face and gave me the strength and perspective I needed to move forward to Christmas day.

There is something about that moonshine that makes me feel that my Mom is right by my side.  And as is becoming the pattern, any heaviness and sadness was lifted immediately and replaced with gratitude.

And when I awoke to sounds of giggles and excitement the next morning on December 25th, I too felt hopeful and dare I say filled with joy?!?  And even the Danish Pastry tasted pretty darn good.

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A Christmas Memory

2015 December 21
by Mia

There were two Christmas Days that I spent away from my parents. This story is about the first one, when I was a 23 years California transplant recently settled in Boston.  My first job out of college was working retail management at Banana Republic which required me to be around for the bulk of the holiday season.

Sensing my sadness to be away from home on Christmas Day, my parents sent me a surprise plane ticket to join them for a lavish weekend in NYC. They booked a suite so we could be together and made reservations at Le Grenouille, one of the most exquisite french restaurants in all of New York.

I remember carefully packing my outfit in Boston — using shoe bags for my new black Ann Taylor slingbacks, my black pant suit that made me feel like a grown up, and my hand-me-down pearl earrings.  My Dad gave both my Mom and I an arm to escort us through the magic restaurant doors.

I don’t recall what we ate for dinner, probably nothing too french as I prefer chicken to rabbit and hamburger to steak tar tar.  Yet I do remember dessert.  Chocolate mousse, chocolate souffle, creme brûlée ….it was all too tempting to a girl who ate wheat thins as a meal.  I may have been acting as a grown up that night, but my face betrayed me once the dessert menu was in my hands — my eyes were like a 5 year old on Christmas morning.  I could not make up my mind and our patient waiter kept scribbling in his notepad as my mind changed between chocolate and vanilla cream and meringue.  After what probably felt like hours to the waiter, I landed on a favorite — chocolate pot de creme.

And when the desserts were brought to the table, you can imagine my complete delight and utter shock when EVERY dessert I contemplated was presented in front of me.  All seven desserts.

“On the house!” he declared in his french accent.  He gave me a night that I’m still talking about 20 years later.

So even though I spent a Christmas apart from my family, that December 1996 will still be a treasured holiday memory.  The sugar plum fairy absolutely delivered.  And as my husband and I plan a winter excursion to NYC in early 2016, I plan to make dinner reservations at Le Grenouille to reminisce that magical night.  Although this time there will be no hesitation as I’ll just go ahead and order all of the irresistible treats for our table of two.

Looking Ahead

2015 December 18
by Mia

Today is a rough day. As the December days fly by and Christmas is within hand’s reach, I find myself becoming more emotional and unsettled with each day.  I’ve been warned that Christmas will be extremely hard for me — the first one without my beloved Mom.  After spending 41 Christmas days together (only missed two), I have no doubt that the day will be emotionally charged with decades of memories.

Yet the big day that I’m really dreading is January 1st, 2016.  For the milestone that promises me a blank slate, also closes the door on the last year she was alive.  2015 will be a year forever tattooed on my heart, the year was full of:

Shenanigans in the Bloomingdales’ dressing rooms

Floating on our backs off the coast of Barbados

Her proud presence at every Christmas concert, swim meet and Nutcracker

Steady stream of sweets brought to our house each week

Dual piano lessons where we both were caught not practicing 

Daydreaming through the gardens in Vermont

No,  I’m not ready to say goodbye to the almost 10 months of togetherness we had this year. So as much as I’m ready to put a tough year to rest, I also want to hold onto that same year — the last one where we were side by side.

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Eight feet tall and full of love

2015 December 16
by Mia

I’ve been observing Christmas trees this season.  Some homes highlight a color scheme with the entire tree covered with gold and red ribbons.  Others chose a classic decorated tree that could easily sit in the storefront window of Saks.  And then there are the hodgepodge trees, like ours, whose ornaments can contrast rather than compliment one another.

But I love our 8 foot tree.  It represents decades of love.  From the first ornament the year I was born, 1972; to the family photo that hangs from 1980 trip to Wyoming; and the “Mia’s home” ornament from 1992; the “Just Married” ornament in 2001;  the “first baby” in 2004; and “Sisters Forever” in 2007.

This year I’m adding a new ornament — a silver picture frame with the year 2015 and a photo of my Mom.  I already see so much of her as I hang each memory as many of these ornaments are hand-me-downs or ones she picked up for us over the years.  Adding her beautiful face is just another story to add to the family Christmas tree.

So even though our tree is not  catalog perfect, it’s just perfect for me and reflects the way my heart feels — blessed for bits and pieces of good memories.

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Forever Here

2015 December 14
by Mia

It’s been six weeks. The ground is still shaky and the sky is still dark as I try to navigate my way in this world without my North Star. I feel lost and upside down. Yet if I close my eyes and try to follow the path with my heart, I know the way. I just have to listen to the words that she shared with me for many years:

“Let’s take our time, there is no rush”

“Aren’t we lucky?”

“Have another piece of chocolate”

“On the wings of love”

“Look at the sky”

“You are a good mother”

“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart”

“Redheads look beautiful in pink”

“Be grateful”

I try to find gratitude in all of this. And instead of the sorrow of only having my Mom for 43 years, I am trying to turn my thinking around to the blessing of having her for an entire 43 years. For each of those 15,770 days we had together, she made a big imprint on my heart. So I will navigate my way through this darker world — towards the light — by holding on to the words she gave me so many day of my life.