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April 3rd, 2013

One too many.

by Dena

Today there was a balloon release in our small town to observe Child Abuse Awareness and Prevention Month.

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Our county isn’t huge, but we had almost 300 balloons to represent the children who had been abused or neglected in our county during the past year.

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I didn’t think they would ever stop being pulled out of the bus it took to bring them.

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Then there was one. One white balloon in the midst of the sea of blue that was pouring out the bus. Somehow, I was holding the bunch of balloons that held this one. It stood for the child who died from abuse in our county. The bitter wind cut into each of us who let go of the balloons and quickly filled the skies. I didn’t want to let go. There shouldn’t be this one. There never should be.

Go BlueThese ceremonies take place so  we don’t have that one  loss. It was one too many this year. Any death from child abuse of neglect is one too many.

April 1st, 2013

Love is not enough.

by Dena

I’m going to make a bold statement about parenting. Love is not enough. Agree or disagree?

April is National Child Abuse Prevention and Awareness Month. I work to promote this each year, and some people  think it was the fact that we adopted from foster care that drove me to volunteer in this area. While it was  factor, it was really just that final piece of the puzzle for me to get started working. I’ve worked in public education for 25 years and it was my first year of teaching that opened my eyes to a world for which I was unprepared. I don’t think I’ve had a year pass by that there hasn’t been at least one situation that completely gnaws at my heart.

It was the process of the adoption that shed light on the facts and figures of child abuse. I’m all about charts and graphs and data but this is pretty scary.  Neglect is a unforgiving abuse. It changes the patterns of the brain. Once I realized that I see this each day at work, I felt that I had to get moving to help people realize that this parenting  gig is only temporary and they better get it right the first time.

*Two disclaimers here:

  1. I am not, nor do I claim to be a perfect parent. FAR FROM IT.  But, I’m here, sober, straight, and sacrificing each day.
  2. This article is not about sexual predators or the people with severe mental health issues who might microwave their baby or other nonsene. I can’t expect these people to change.

I have to admit that it seems that the odds are not in the favor of young people today. My husband says that society accepts mediocre parenting and if you can keep a child alive then you are acceptable. It seems to be true. Funding continues to be cut to Child Protective Services. Laws are made that do NOT protect children. Money is more precious than lives.  Each year when this month rolls around, I wonder what good any of this REALLY does.

Then, I stand at the balloon release. We let go the number of balloons for children served identified as abused in our county during the last year. They are blue, except for the white ones. They stand for the children who died. A grandmother who lost her grandchild to abuse began this Blue Ribbon campaign in the hopes of other children never having to die a senseless death.  I’ve seen children go from a life or death situation to thriving almost overnight when the proper interventions are taken.  I’ve seen miracles.

I’ve never ever seen an abusive parent say they hated their child. Parents love their children, even the worst of the worst. I guess they love them as much as they can. But love isn’t enough. It takes work and sacrifice to raise a child. It takes the time and it takes putting the children first. It takes walking away from your demons (if you have any) and working on making yourself the best you can be. Being a parent is more than love.

The April Campaign has two parts: Prevention and Awareness.

How does one prevent child abuse? Studies show that community involvement has a huge impact on struggling families. Sometimes programs that hand out information when a baby is born, such as shaken baby syndrome and gives a swaddling blanket. Information and involvement are keys to helping prevent child abuse. Of course, there is much much more, but these are the highlights.

Then there is Awareness. Teachers and medical professionals are key reporters and we must be aware of the signs and diligent to report.  As a society we need to be aware of the changes in child protection laws and strive for higher expectations. It takes churches, civic organizations, and families to protect today’s children.

I once had a student who lived in an abusive situation for many years. When it was finally reported she was removed, but never recovered from the fact that everyone turned a blind eye to her neglect and abuse. She asked me once, “Why wouldn’t anyone help me?”  I don’t want to have to answer to that someday.

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Love and keeping a child alive is NOT enough.

January 29th, 2013

Adoption Roundtable

by Dena

The prompt at the Open Adoption Roundtable this week is:


Think about a time when your child has been injured or sick (or for adoptees, when you have been injured or sick). Did adoption change or complicate that experience at all? Did you share it with others in your adoption constellation?  You might write about an actual experience you have had or think about what you ideally would want to have happen.


We have an older child foster adopt situation, and I have tried to keep contact and openness. My grandfather was adopted and we had a blank slate on his side as far as medical history goes. I also knew the desire that my mom has just to know. I’ve heard her tell over and over that she has no medical history for her paternal side while dealing with serious medical issues. I wanted to have more for our little Boo.

Fast forward a few years into our adoption . I was standing in the operating room holding area as the surgeon and his nurse asked me questions. I heard things like I was in a fuzzy trance. “family allergies to anesthesia, any previous surgeries, any medications…” . I had trouble answering how old she was. I was in shock but I will never forget not being able to answer some of those simple question. She needed her appendix removed and I had no answers to anything.

The worst part? It was all my fault. I had access to anything I needed. I kept putting it off.  I was busy trading pictures and stories and visits. I also didn’t want to start our relationship with a bunch of personal questions. (EXCUSES!!) I would do that boring medical stuff another day. I never did, until she was out of surgery and I was hot on the phone, asking questions and answering them as well.

Her surgery was fine and it prompted me to gather as much as I could for her. I learned that medical history is not concrete, it is ever changing.  We are able to trade information as it comes about. (and still trade pictures)

I am thankful that we can communicate and share information, about a variety of things. Mostly, I know I have access to the majority of her family medical history. To this day, my mother would still like to have hers.

Think about a time when your child has been injured or sick (or for adoptees, when you have been injured or sick). Did adoption change or complicate that experience at all? Did you share it with others in your adoption constellation?  You might write about an actual experience you have had or think about what you ideally would want to have happen.

We have an older child foster adopt situation, and I have tried to keep contact and openness. My grandfather was adopted and we had a blank slate on his side as far as medical history goes. I also knew the desire that my mom has just to know. I’ve heard her tell over and over that she has no medical history for her paternal side while dealing with serious medical issues. I wanted to have more for our little Boo.


Fast forward a few years into our adoption . I was standing in the operating room holding area as the surgeon and his nurse asked me questions. I heard things like I was in a fuzzy trance. “family allergies to anesthesia, any previous surgeries, any medications…” . I had trouble answering how old she was. I was in shock but I will never forget not being able to answer some of those simple question. She needed her appendix removed and I had no answers to anything.

The worst part? It was all my fault. I had access to anything I needed. I kept putting it off.  I was busy trading pictures and stories and visits. I also didn’t want to start our relationship with a bunch of personal questions. (EXCUSES!!) I would do that boring medical stuff another day. I never did, until she was out of surgery and I was hot on the phone, asking questions and answering them as well.

Her surgery was fine and it prompted me to gather as much as I could for her. I learned that medical history is not concrete, it is ever changing.  We are able to trade information as it comes about. (and still trade pictures)

I am thankful that we can communicate and share information, about a variety of things. Mostly, I know I have access to the majority of her family medical history. To this day, my mother would still like to have hers.

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January 26th, 2013

Ballpark Fries

by Dena

Our small town has a Barbecue place called Randy’s that we consider our favorite BBQ place in town. It’s the only one in town but still, it’s our favorite. They have this thing called Ballpark Fries that Boo loves and gets anytime she can wrangle a trip to Randy’s. Ballpark Fries are two orders of fries topped with chopped  barbecue, cheese, onions, and peppers. I love them as well but have wanted to be able to make a healthier (and cheaper) version. This weekend, we succeeded.

First, I put three chicken breasts in the crock pot to cook all day. I added garlic salt, pepper, seasoning salt, and Worcestershire sauce and let them cook all day so they would be easy to shred. We usually get beef at Randy’s but you can order any kind you like.

I'm lazy and use the frozen ones.

I'm lazy and use the frozen ones.

Next, we cooked some fries. You can make this as healthy as you like. I sometimes take fresh potatoes and soak them in ice water after I’ve peeled them. Then I shake them in a bag of olive oil and seasoning salt, and later bake them til crisp. Today we used already prepared fries and cooked them. (I lost that battle because my crew was hungry)

Once my chicken we ready I shredded it and added the sauce. Then it simmered some more.

Finally, we made our own ballpark fries. I added my chicken, more sauce, cheese, onions, and jalapeno  peppers that we canned from our garden last year. I loved it and liked the chicken instead of beef for a change.

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Maybe not so healthy

Other remarks about my recipe remake?

  • “It’s OK. I think I want beef on mine next time.”
  • “Me too, I want beef on mine.”

Not the smoking reviews I was hoping for, but at least they can cook them next time and I can give the reviews. Or, we can go to Randy’s.

January 21st, 2013

Random Discoveries

by Dena

Last year I did a post of random things we’ve discovered and loved. I thought I would go again since I’ve found some things that are pretty awesome. *anything underlined is a link)

While I’ve never been to a Famous Dave’s BBQ, I do love the pickles. I grabbed some at either Target or Wal-Mart, and we’ve bought several jars since.

Many of you may have already heard of Kelle Hampton. She is a mother and writer who lives in Florida. When her youngest daughter was born, she realized that something was different than with her first daughter. Her baby, Nella, was born with Down Syndrome and Kelle has done an amazing job of sharing her feelings and raising awareness something that she is learning about as well. She’s brought a beautiful face and story to Down Syndrome. This is Nella’s Triple Crown Video and here is a link to Kelle’s blog.

One my favorite books of 2012 was The Read Aloud Handbook, by Jim Trelease. Parents should be buying and reading this in droves.

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Another book is one written by my friend and assistant principal, Patty Green. Beyond Amazing is a book of Christian poetry that is both uplifting and inspiring.  If you would like a signed copy you can check out her facebook page and purchase one directly from her.

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One of my favorite things I’ve found recently was Gluten Free Bisqick. The taste is fantastic although I’m not fond of the price. I use it sparingly. The pancakes are great, especially when I mix it up using eggs and greek yogurt.

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Joy found this and has declared it her new favorite foundation. She buys it at Sephora, which is nice but again, pricey.

Dr Jart Counter In Korea 2Joy is also in love with the XBox version of Just Dance 4. She and Gavin like the couples dances. I haven’t witnessed it yet, but she says her favorite is I Had The Time Of My Life from Dirty Dancing. Yes, it has the lift! I can’t wait to see it.

14212954_120806003000I’m off work today, so I will give my favorite quote from Martin Luther King, Jr, (Or Junior King, as one of my students calls him)

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
Martin Luther King Jr

January 18th, 2013

Silver Holloware

by Dena

Today is our wedding anniversary. I looked at the list of gifts for this year, even though we don’t exchange anniversary gifts, and it is Silver Holloware. We don’t even know what that is so I guess we don’t know what we’re missing. If you can’t cook bacon in it, he won’t care for it.

We’ve had lots of great times but it’s the really scary or bad ones that I’m so glad that he’s the patient and kind man that he is. He’s always there when I need him. I love this song so for our anniversary, I am playing this all day.

Forever can never be long enough for me
To feel like I’ve had long enough with you
Forget the world now we won’t let them see
But there’s one thing left to do

Now that the weight has lifted
Love has surely shifted my way
Marry Me
Today and every day
Marry Me


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