One Thing At A Time
This Wednesday is Ash Wednesday.
Yes, already!
Every year for the last decade, I pray and consider carefully during the winter what I might do during Lent. Lent’s tricky for me. I love the church calendar and the seasons and I love setting it apart as a holy (or holier) time of the year, but I’m too aware of the temptation to use Lent as a diet plan or give something up but not really observe the season as a whole.
I don’t want to do that. I want to be intentional during Lent. When I give something up, I want it to serve a greater purpose and make me more mindful. In the past couple of years, I’ve given up coffee, given up sugar, and given up all beverages but water and sent money to the Blood:Water mission. Those were each meaningful in their own way.
This year, I’m giving up something I’m not sure I can live without in the hopes that I’ll learn that I can.
I’m giving up multi-tasking. Multi-tasking is something I think I’m really good at. I have a feeling the opposite is actually true.
Instances of multi-tasking:
- Eating while I watch TV or read
- Facebooking while I do…well, a lot of things
- Talking on the phone and walking
- Watching a show on Netflix and having about 75 other tabs open
- Writing while I listen to music
- Working out while I listen to music
- Thinking through the day ahead while I shower
- Drinking coffee while I do…again, a lot of things
- Checking my phone while I talk to someone
- Making copies while I create fliers while I listen to music while I check Tweetdeck while I clean up my desk
And what I have discovered as I go about my day watching for instances of multi-tasking in preparation for Lent is that the list is much bigger than that.
What could I accomplish if I only focus on one thing at a time? What if when I eating, I’m just eating? What will happen if I can only have one tab open on my computer? What if when I’m talking to you, I’m just talking to you?
Yes, this Lent will be a season of single-tasking in the hopes that I’ll become more focused and more productive and more attentive in my relationships and tasks.
But in considering all of this, I’ve decided that there will be necessary exceptions, and I’m a big believer in the spirit vs. the letter of the law:
- I’m obviously not going to stop thinking while I do things. Thinking will not be considered a “task” in this journey.
- I will avoid multi-tasking with music in most cases, but I have a hard time driving in a silent car. Maybe I’ll keep it off when I have a passenger who might prefer conversation. I will try working out without music and make a decision about that based on how it affects motivation and endurance.
- Because I say so, drinking coffee or water does not count as a task. I could justify that, but I’m not going to. Deal with it.
- If my family or my loved ones are participating in an event that requires multi-tasking, I will participate. Relationships always trump anything else during my Lenten journey.
I will be focusing on how I multi-task with my electronic devices, how I mindlessly eat while I do other things and how I have a hard time just letting my mind settle into one thing at a time. I’ll be seeking to glorify Jesus in deeper relationships and richer time studying and preparing for the ministry I’m called to do.
Pray for me. This is going to be tough.
I’m interested to know if you observe Lent and if so, how will you observe it?
Look What’s Cookin’!
Katie and I got together after school today to cook dinner for both of our families!
On the menu?
Lasagna
Buttered Bread
Green Beans
Cookies
We had a fun time cooking and baking together.
We made two of everything so that we could each take it home to our families.
I called Katie and asked her how dinner tasted. She said the best part was the cheese. We did use a LOT of cheese!
The reader who knows me probably already guessed that the cookies were break ‘n bake and veggies were the kind you just microwave in the bag. But we slaved over the rest of the meal for sure!
On Being The Step-Mom of a Teenager
A day that used to seem so far away is here. Jonas turns 13 today.
I’ve only known Jonas for the last 11 years and 5 months, so I haven’t earned his teenager-hood as a parent technically–but many would attest that I’ve earned it emotionally! Jonas is exactly what parents have been promising me in a pre-teen/teen since I entered youth ministry and started dispensing advice to parents of 12 year-old boys. There are days he makes me laugh harder than I have in ages and days when he makes me cry more than I did after that one horrible break-up during my freshman year of college.
I still remember with vivid clarity the days when he said “mok” instead of “milk” and responded to “I’m sleepy!” with “My sleepy too” in the most pitiful, tired tone he could manage. I remember embarrassing tantrums and grocery store aisle melt-downs. I remember long late-evening drives in the car with him in his car-seat refusing to give it up and fall asleep. I remember his toddler and pre-school theories about life and God and family and friends. I remember a lot of stories I’ll avoid telling because he would be so embarrassed if he knew I had.
“Why did you name me Jonas!” He yelled at me one time in a fit of eight year-old rage.
Avoiding laughter, I responded kindly, “Honey, that’s one thing you can’t blame me for!”
Realizing his mistake, he couldn’t help but laugh.
About helping raise a child to this point as a stepmother, I’ll say this: it’s been the greatest joy and the greatest heartbreak I’ve ever experienced. When he’s sweet, he’s the sweetest kid ever. When he’s funny, he’s hilarious. When he’s angry…stay out of his way.
He’s so much like his father sometimes, in manner, in words, in appearance–but I know he doesn’t want to hear that.
Jonas is smart. He’s witty. He’s a good dancer. He’s a fast runner. He’s a good listener.
Right now, he thinks he’s not good at anything and that God didn’t give him any special gifts or talents. But he’s wrong. I’m hopeful that one day he’ll be able to see that for himself.
Sometimes I overhear him having a conversation with an older church member or with one of our parents or with one of his friends and I think: “Did he come up with that idea on his own? Did he think of that story and share it without prompting? Did he think to ask that insightful question all by himself? Did he understand what that person was saying without our help?” Yes, most of the time he did. And I shouldn’t be surprised, but sometimes I still am.
In 18 months, he’ll start high school, but let’s not rush it!
Happy Birthday, kid! I love you. May you know God’s blessings that fill your life and God’s love for you today and always.
Kids Must Be Accompanied By An Adult
A story of accompanying four thirteen year-old boys to the hotel pool at Jonas’ overnight birthday party, told thru tweets:
Perspective: when *your* kids are the annoying teenage boys in the hotel pool.
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
Watching the 4 boys in the hotel pool. 3 teenage girls in bikinis showed up. Boys have yet to notice.
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
Ah–now they’ve noticed. 2 boys are trying to make the other 2 stop being dumb and splashy.
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
The teenage girls have noticed son’s 13 YO friend that looks like he’s 16. #HotelPoolBoyMeetsGirl
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
The girls are obviously not happy being ignored by the boy(s?). They’ve begun doing cartwheels off edge of pool and jumping in near boys.
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
Ha. Our 13lookslike16 YO was in hottub. Girls got in, he got out and went back to pool. He’s still 13, after all.
#HotelPoolBoyMeetsGirl
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
Girl to one of our boys: she said your name is Kendall? Son: quickly introduces all the boys and swims away. Fast. HotelPoolBoyMeetsGirl
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
Son just said: I’m a ninja turtle. Girl: I’ve heard of ninjas and I’ve heard of turtles, but there’s no such thing as a ninja turtle. Ummmm.
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
My husband has left me as the lone chaperone at the hotel pool. He went to “check on something” 20 min ago. He’s in trouble.
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
Told son quietly 10 min ago they had 10 min. Promised not to yell it was time if they wld pay attention. Made “it’s time” sign, they got out
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
Ha, husband came back. He’s embarrassing enough for both of us.
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
While leaving hotel, we run into the pool girls. “Do you guys have phones?” they ask our boys. Trading #s now #HotelPoolBoyMeetsGirl
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
“We got three girls’ numbers at the same time!!” one of them shouted on their way to the car. #HotelPoolBoyMeetsGirl
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
Me: how romantic! You met at the pool in the Drury Inn! A story for your grandchildren! Son: whoa, whoa, whoa!
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
I think I spelled ‘woah’ wrong. #tired #sleepoversurviver
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
And finally, this afternoon:
Husband took all the boys home. Except he didn’t. He brought one of them back for another night. He is a pushover. He is also on his own.
— beckydurham (@beckydurham) February 4, 2012
Confession: I Watched “Never Say Never”
I never thought I’d have a reason to watch Justin Bieber’s documentary (Rockumentary? Hairumentary?)…
Katie (My little sister through Big Brothers Big Sisters) and I usually hang out on Tuesday afternoons. We usually plan a week ahead. Last week was her birthday, so we skipped our outing. She asked if this week, I could pick her up from school, take her to our house and watch “Never Say Never” with her. So we did. Katie and I watched the first half of the movie together and then were joined by an almost thirteen year-old guy when he got home from school (name withheld intentionally).
Katie is a true Belieber. She loves everything about Justin Bieber. You should have seen her birthday party last week–Biebertastic to the max! It was fun to watch the movie with her.
Two things I didn’t know:
Justin Bieber plays instruments. Drums, guitar, piano (I think). That always kind of gives a singer a little more credibility for me.
He also is a really good dancer.
One things I guessed correctly about:
There are a lot of scenes with teen and tween girls screaming loudly.
Oy.
Would I recommend the movie?
It depends. If you are 10 years-old (or maybe a bit older or younger…), yes, watch it. If you like Snoop Dogg or Usher or Miley Cyrus, yes watch it. If you are related to or mentor a 10 year-old or Snoop or Usher or Miley, yes watch it with them. If your favorite color is purple, yes watch it. If you’re looking for a way to help your kid sell out Madison Square Garden by the time he/she is 17 years-old, yes watch it.
Otherwise? Well, maybe you don’t have a reason to watch it. But never say never!
Mentoring Matters
Just for a moment, close your eyes and picture yourself as a ten year-old. Think of all the adults who helped you be a kid every day.
I think of my mother. My father. My Godparents. My Sunday School Teacher Mrs. Graves. My church choir director Mrs. Barber-Pederson. My school music teacher Mrs. Birk. My fifth grade teacher Mr. Stone. There were others along the way who took time to love me.
I was blessed with a lot of adults who took time to nurture me, encourage me, develop my talents and help me find my way. I realize now how important those relationships were and still are in my life. I can picture people who came alongside me at all stages in my life and mentored me and helped me be a better version of myself. I’m grateful.
I am a Youth and Children’s Minister, a Big Sister with Big Brothers Big Sisters Henderson, a Girl Scout volunteer, and a Boy Scout parent because I realize the importance of adults taking time to build relationships with children and teenagers.
Today is National “Thank Your Mentor Day” and January is National Mentoring Month. Mentoring has always made a difference in my life–in official and unofficial capacities.
We can all mentor and nurture and encourage and love the kids in our lives.
If you’re a parent, be the best parent you can be to your children and look for ways to help them develop other meaningful relationships with their teachers, leaders and family members.
If you’re an adult with time to give (and really–we can always find time if it’s important enough), lead a Scout troop, become a Big, volunteer in a children’s or youth ministry at church, coach a little league team, give lessons, raise money to support organizations related to any of the above.
And guess what? If you mentor, you become a better version of yourself too! It’s really a win-win.
Some Confessions
- Every night, someone (almost always Jason) sets up our coffee pot to brew at 6 a.m. the next morning. I often pass the coffee pot, locked and loaded and give serious consideration to hitting the “brew” button so that the morning’s coffee will brew right now and I can drink coffee before I go to bed. I resist the urge and try to look forward to tomorrow.
- Caffeine rarely affects my ability to sleep anymore. Eating chocolate before bed will mess up my sleep more than drinking coffee before bed.
- When I drive in my car by myself, I’m usually singing loudly to the radio or one of my playlists. Often, the playlist contains music from Glee.
- When books, blog posts or articles get boring, I put the skills I learned in elementary school to use and start “skimming.” It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just what I now am sure is adult ADD.
- I often say that my degree is in Biblical Studies (or I say “Religion with a concentration in Biblical Studies”). This is technically not true because at graduation, I still lacked two Greek classes for this degree. My degree is a Bachelor of the Arts in Religion. However, I took those two Greek classes the next year for no official credit and feel that “Biblical Studies” is a better description of my education so I claim it.
- People often tell me I’m “so organized.” I am mentally organized and good with a three-ringed binder, but I’m not organized in my physical spaces. My office and my side of the bedroom and my shelves and drawers in the bathroom are a mess.
- I own an iron. I keep it in the craft room at church and use it to iron the kids’ bead projects. If my clothes are wrinkly, I throw them in the dryer or hang them outside of the hot shower and hope for the best.
- I have “Desperate Housewives” at the top of my Netflix Queue and am currently in the middle of season 2. I swore I’d never watch it, but finally after the urging of several loved ones, gave in and watched the first episode a couple of weeks ago. I was hooked immediately.
Happy Friday, friends!
The Update That’s Probably TMI
But I just thought I’d give a quick update about my visit with my doctor and the whole “Becky wants to be a runner” thing since I mentioned I was going.
First of all, my blood work came back with mostly gold stars. I totally blame exercise for bringing all of my “numbers” into perfect range. The only problem? I’m now officially anemic. The doctor sent along a prescription for a really high daily dose of iron, but I’m a little worried about nearly sextupling (ha–is that a word? I mean x6…) my amount of supplemental iron. Today I ate an entire bag of steamed broccoli. The other day, the youth group girls made me order a cheeseburger at Applebees (“Eat your iron!” one of them exclaimed when I wondered if I should order chicken instead.). I suppose it’s all about balance. I stopped eating red meat (a great source of iron) to improve my health, but I suppose I should have focused on other ways to get the mineral.
Second of all, I have to go back to my orthopedic surgeon because my doctor feels rather certain that the tumor on my Achilles tendon has come back. Tumors do that, I know, and it was a benign tumor…but I had surgery and everything so I was kind of hoping that was a done deal.
Whatever it is that’s happening with my Achilles is making running (and some days, walking) kind of painful. “Are you limping?” Is a question I hear frequently…because I am actually limping a bit even though I try to walk normally. I’ve stopped running since Thanksgiving weekend and that’s helped the pain some.
When I told my doctor that, he kind of shrugged and said, “Well, I guess that answers that question.” Elliptical, swimming, biking–all good ideas for now. Running–not so much.
Sigh.
But I feel great and I weigh less than I did at my physical last year. I’m giving serious thought to swimming laps at the Y more often and to eating more broccoli, spinach and steak (hey–that sounds good now that I think about it!). I’m sad that it seems I won’t be a runner, but if I’m honest about it, I was probably never going to make a good runner anyway.
And that’s the TMI update!











