Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Media Challenge

I would like to stop hearing about the economy and possible/probable/current/impending recession, if you please.

Living in a small town where the economy is slow most of the time, it's easy to feel cut off from the rest of the country about things like the busting house market and such. We put our house on the market and sold it within 2-3 months this spring. Also, we sold it for nearly 2x what we bought it for just 3 years ago.

And my husband has been self-employed as a tile contractor for 3+ years here as well. There were certainly times that we started to talk about finding him a job with more reliable work & income, but mostly it served us quite well. There was the added factor of lack of jobs here - not due to any factories closing or lay-offs, but just b/c it's a small town and there are only so many possible employers no matter what your skill set.

And a great part-time job found me about a year and a half ago that I was able to do from home so I could still be here with my son. I only quit because I was 9 months pregnant and about to move across the country.

But I'm a faithful subscriber/reader of Newsweek and listener of NPR. Most of the time I'm grateful for them. When my most recent issue of Newsweek came and I saw the cover: "A Different Kind of RECESSION," I wanted to throw it away without reading it. Seems like every issue has had several comments about the economy and how things are slowing down and how bad it'll get before it gets better. Seems like there's also too much focus on the energy/oil/foreign dependence/environmental impact discussion as well, which gets equally discouraging to read about.

On the continuum of optimism to pessimism, I'd certainly fall more to the pessimists. I like to think of myself as a pragmatist, or a realist. Unfortunately, most of the time that results in pessimism. I don't need to read any more about the recession...especially as we're about to move back to one of the states that's been hit really hard by it.

Granted, we're not moving to the Detroit area or to look for jobs in the auto industry, which are the hardest hit. And because of the housing market being what it is, it's actually going to work in our favor if anything - so many houses are for sale (or in foreclosure) that we'll probably be able to buy a much nicer home than we otherwise could afford.

But I get paranoid about not finding jobs. And my body holds onto the stress I feel when I think about the economy. There's not-unfounded fear about being able to get a loan to buy a home again, even though we're leaving here much better off than we came.

I've noticed that, for the most part, people don't talk about what everyone's thinking about. With the exception of comments about the weather and the gas prices, people don't pass each other on the street talking about our oil dependence or the presidential election or the melting ice caps or the recession. Maybe we all share a collective spirit of denial, or maybe when we're in community we tend to try to be optimists even when we're pessimists while alone with our thoughts and magazines.

I've also noticed that, like with so many things, talking/acting/worrying about something will result in the manifestation of exactly that thing. I think people, as individuals but even more so in community, have so much more power than they realize to create a certain reality. When we moved here, we had no objective reasons to be optimistic about finding jobs or friends or a house, and yet everything worked out better than we could have ever expected. When I got pregnant (both times), we deliberately did NOT put any energy or attention into thinking what might go wrong, and I had two healthy, relatively easy pregnancies & births. When we started talking about looking to buy a home 3 1/2 years ago, we stayed positive in our expectations and found a really wonderful first home that we'll be a little sad to leave in two weeks. I could go on.

I'm not saying that anyone who has fears will automatically manifest negative results, or that our optimism actually caused the positive results we experienced, but I do think there's a power to the energy we put out. If for no other reason than because we see what we're looking for. If I expect positive, I'll see the good. If I fear the worst, I'll find it, like any other self-fulfilling-prophecy.

This brings me back to the recession discussion. The more the media injects fear into us through their coverage of our economic troubles as a country, the more they are assisting in the creation of that which they cover. The more that people read about the recession and depressed economy, the more we get depressed and act as though we are in a great Depression, and the more the economy is affected by our depression.

So I challenge the media to realize its power, and for individuals & communities to realize what we can manifest. I'm not a Pollyanna (although my best friend is), but I genuinely believe that a pragmatic/realistic approach is too cynical most of the time. We can create beauty and strength and abundance through our expectations of such. We WILL create depression and cynicism and a receding economy through our expectations as well.

So, Newsweek and NPR and all the rest that I don't read/hear but I know are out there preaching similar news: no more about the recession, if you please. Tell us what we are doing well, what we can do more of, how we're learning from our mistakes. Spin things to be true in a slightly more positive light. People are more motivated by humor and a positive approach than we are by bleakness and cynicism. Granted, fear works, but not in the ways you intend or with any lasting growth or improvement involved. Inform us, motivate us, tell us the state of things. But if you're going to spin it, and we all know you will because no one is impartial, spin it toward the light instead of the dark.

Do I sound naive? Call it the audacity of Hope...

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to the father of my boys. I love you!
Adam and his little guys
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Friday, June 6, 2008

We Love Uncle Tyler

Tyler was out of town when Anson was born, but as soon as he had a spare minute he came over to meet Anson and play with his favorite godson, Simon.

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Family

The Lange family has a break for ice cream cones
Momma, baby, and big brother
Our first posed family picture with all four of us
Three generations - my mom, me, my kids
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Friday, May 23, 2008

My Brain: A Snapshot

Contrary to how it may seem after that last post, the top things in my mind/energy/focus right now are not limited to my family and new-baby adjusting. Here's the rest of the list:
  1. Our house and the fact that we got an offer...that I think we're going to accept
  2. Barack Obama and the Presidential Election (blog post in process about this)
  3. Mom coming on Sunday to visit for a week
  4. Tyler coming home on Sunday or Monday
  5. Moving to Grand Rapids in just 5 short weeks

Babies and Mercy and Humankind and Me

The last few days have been a shock to the system. I don't mean for this blog to turn into too much yakking about kids b/c I set up blogs for Simon & Anson specifically to keep it channeled to the individual (although at some point I might end up merging things...we'll see), but I guess I get to make the rules here since it's my blog, so I'll stop prefacing and disclaiming. :)

Having kid #2 is nothing like having kid #1. When I got pregnant the first time, I knew that I didn't know anything about being pregnant, giving birth, or raising a child - other than whatever came intuitively from the Mama-Feminine intuition that courses through the veins of every woman. I didn't make the mistake of reading too much or accepting too much advice, but I went to birth classes & paid close attention to every sensation & shift in my body, emotions & mind. When I got pregnant the second time, I felt like I knew what to expect because I'd done it before. In a sense, this is true.

But from early in my first trimester I realized it wasn't going to be the same...even though throughout the entire pregnancy (and STILL) I have this feeling of self-expectation. "I should know how to do this. I shouldn't be surprised by this. I should be able to let that go/deal with that/accept what comes/etc."

Should
has been a word that's cursed me my entire life. I come from a quasi-conservative Christian family with high moral standards, education, opportunity, and encouragement. All my life I've had high expectations of myself and felt that much was expected of me by my family & community - not in a heavy-handed-parent way (as if they'd disown me if I didn't get all A's in school or anything) but in a sincere "we know you're capable of a lot and are disappointed when you don't try very hard to do the best you can" kind of way. This is a good thing to feel from parents, I've decided. But as a young person I was prone to distorting it into a negative thing...that there were all these things I "should" be and do and avoid, and if I didn't I was dropping the ball & letting everyone down. This is probably not at all uncommon.

Now, even in my pregnancies and other adult-life-situations, I can't seem to shake that negative "should."

But I digress a bit too much. This pregnancy I thought I knew what to expect - of myself and of the experience. I was wrong. It was different, and I wasn't prepared for it to be so. I kept making excuses "it's just b/c I didn't have a 2-year-old the last time" or "it's because we weren't simultaneously packing to move across country last time" or "it's because our house wasn't on the market last time." But even though those were all significant differences in my experience, none of them were the core of it. The core of it was just that I was different, I had expectations this time, and I wasn't as open to the experience being its own and brand new.

Oops.

During labor I was highly uncooperative. It all worked out, obviously, but again I think I had the pre-labor assumption that I could do it and I knew how, and I didn't open myself mentally/emotionally for it to be something different. And since Anson's joined us in the outside world, my system continues to be shocked with the re-realization that I can't know what to expect.

This brings me to the beginning: the last few days have been a shock to the system. Not only am I constantly saying to myself (and to Adam), "oh yeah, that's what it means to have a baby" but I'm trying to navigate this brand new territory of having an older child with a baby to adjust to himself. Adam and I no longer outnumber our offspring, so it requires more communication & teamwork to make sure both kids are responded to appropriately.

I have subscribed to The Sun Magazine for several years now. In the most recent issue, there was an entry in "Sy Safransky's Notebook" (the editor's jottings in the back of each issue) that gave me hope and helped me forgive myself a little bit. I tend to have a much easier time forgiving others and the world and larger other-than-myself things, but I am hard on me. Here's the excerpt:
ADMITTEDLY HUMANS AREN’T doing so well. But put any other mammal behind the wheel of a shiny new Cadillac, 440 horses under the hood, and see if it does any better. Would a chimpanzee willingly relinquish the keys just because he’d been forced to sit through a PowerPoint presentation on global warming by Al Gore? So let’s show a little compassion for our not-so-evolved species. I mean, how many millennia did it take Homo sapiens to harness fire, or plant crops, or invent the wheel? The Industrial Revolution didn’t begin until the eighteenth century. Is it any surprise that it’s taking us a while to clean up the mess? How long does it take any of us to learn from our bad decisions and failed relationships and lousy habits we can’t seem to break? Yes, the planet is getting hotter. But even if we were crowded together on a slow boat to hell, wouldn’t we want to extend some mercy to our fellow passengers?

I realize that this has nothing to do with little insignificant me, but somehow it helps to think that our entire species isn't as evolved as it could be, and about much bigger things than expectations of ourselves as individuals. It frees me in a way - it doesn't eliminate my feeling that I need to be responsible for myself, my expectations, own my experiences, etc, but it does help me feel like maybe some of my "fellow passengers" will extend me some mercy...maybe even enough that it will allow me to show it to myself and let go of some of the unrealistic expectations.

That all said, here are a few pictures of my family at present. These guys are the source of my greatest struggles & joys, challenges & opportunities, discernment & intention.



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Sunday, May 18, 2008

LL Bean

Several weeks ago Adam & I started referring to our unborn baby as "LL Bean." We figured he's a little bean in there, and the LL was for "Little Lange." We were surprised with LL Bean's early arrival yesterday morning - so we welcome our Anson Emory!

About 3 hours old
Anson the burrito baby with sleepy & proud Daddy
After a late, sleepy Sunday morning. Adam let us sleep while he hung out w/ big brother Simon.
This afternoon - Anson just over a day old


For more on the little guy as he grows & as we photo-document him, check him out at Anson Emory.
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