Tuesday, July 31, 2012

A Reflection on Garbage

My mind has been swirling with words all day since reading the below article, which I have reproduced in full.

And yet I have no sufficient words.

I meditate on what some see as garbage, and what others see as inestimable treasure.

I meditate on what most of the world considers "unable to afford" and what this woman considered unable not to afford. Not even counting the 26 babies she fostered, the five she and her husband raised is two-and-a-half times higher than the 1.87 birth rate predicted for this year in America--the wealthiest super nation in the world.

I meditate on what jobs--paid or those duties that simply come with our vocations--some people consider beneath their dignity and what others consider grateful to be able to fulfill.

I meditate on what we mean when we say I "can't afford that" or "I have little money" or "my home is small and modest."

I meditate on what children--eternal souls who feel joy and give glory to God--actually need to have a pretty happy life. I look at the below photos and see many glorious smiles.

I meditate on our indifference to the evil of China's one child policy. And then I remember that our country so seemingly Christian at its foundation has managed to achieve a significantly higher abortion rate even than China: According to the New England Journal of Medicine, 25% of Chinese women have undergone abortion compared to 43% of American women. (Hesketh T, Lu L, Xing ZW. "The Effect of China's One-Child Family Policy after 25 Years." The New England Journal of Medicine, Volume 353:1171-1176. 2005. http://content.nejm.org/cgi/content/full/353/11/1171)

The below article has left me feeling meditative all day. I pray for Lou Xiaoying to experience a holy death and for God in heaven to say to her that what she did for the least of us, she did for Him (Matt. 25:40).





The truly inspiring story of the Chinese rubbish collector who saved and raised THIRTY babies abandoned at the roadside


Lou Xiaoying has been praised in China for saving more than 30 abandoned babies over the years
Lou Xiaoying has been praised in China for saving more than 30 abandoned babies over the years
A woman has been hailed a hero after details of her astonishing work with abandoned children has emerged.
Lou Xiaoying, now 88 and suffering from kidney failure, found and raised more than 30 abandoned Chinese babies from the streets of Jinhua, in the eastern Zhejiang province where she managed to make a living by recycling rubbish.
She and her late husband Li Zin, who died 17 years ago, kept four of the children and passed the others onto friends and family to start new lives.
Her youngest son Zhang Qilin - now aged just seven - was found in a dustbin by Lou when she was 82.
'Even though I was already getting old I could not simply ignore the baby and leave him to die in the trash. He looked so sweet and so needy. I had to take him home with me,' she said.
'I took him back to our home, which is a very small modest house in the countryside and nursed him to health. He is now a thriving little boy, who is happy and healthy.
'My older children all help look after Zhang Qilin, he is very special to all of us. I named him after the Chinese word for rare and precious.
'The whole thing started when I found the first baby, a little girl back in 1972 when I was out collecting rubbish. She was just lying amongst the junk on the street, abandoned. She would have died had we not rescued her and taken her in.
'Watching her grow and become stronger gave us such happiness and I realised I had a real love of caring for children.
'I realised if we had strength enough to collect garbage how could we not recycle something as important as human lives,' she explained.
'These children need love and care. They are all precious human lives. I do not understand how people can leave such a vulnerable baby on the streets.
She is now dying from kidney failure and her husband died 17-years-ago. Lou said she loved watching the babies grow into healthy children
Lou is now dying from kidney failure. She is pictured here with two of the children she helped rescued
Lou, left, caring her the babies with her husband Li Zin. She would give them to friends and family after she rescued them
Lou, left, caring her the babies with her husband Li Zin. She would give them to friends and family after she rescued them
Lou, who has one biological daughter, Zhang Caiying and now aged 49, devoted her life to looking after the abandoned babies.
Word of her kind-hearted gestures has now spread in China, where thousands of babies are abandoned on the streets by their poverty stricken parents.
One fan explained: 'She is shaming to governments, schools and people who stand by and do nothing. She has no money or power but she saved children from death or worse.'
'In the local community she is well known and well respected for her work with the abandoned babies. She does her best. She is a local hero. But unfortunately there are far too many abandoned babies in China who have no hope of survival.
Only last week there was news of a baby lucky to be alive after having its throat cut and then put in a plastic bag and thrown in a dustbin at Anshan city, in northeast China’s Liaoning province.
The baby – a girl – was thought to be a victim of the country's one child policy where parents restricted to only having a single child prefer boys and girls are unwanted and often discarded.
Lou, who is now in hospital, has become iconic in her village and people have said she puts the government and other officials to shame
Lou, who is now in hospital, has become iconic in her village and people have said she puts the government and other officials to shame
A little boy who was found abandoned by Lou is now cared for by her older children. The family have little money but still managed to save dozens of children
A little boy who was found abandoned by Lou is now cared for by her older children. The family have little money but still managed to save dozens of children
Lou made a living from collecting and recycling rubbish, she said that she would never leave the children after coming across them, abandoned
Lou made a living from collecting and recycling rubbish, she said that she would never leave the children after coming across them, abandoned
Infanticide of 'guilt children' is still a problem in rural areas but it is rare in cities, where children are usually abandoned but not killed. 
The baby's fate has horrified China. The tot was spotted when a passerby went to throw some rubbish in the bin the and saw what he thought was a dead baby in the bag.
He told police that the child was purple and had not moved until he examined the bag more closely.
A resident who witnessed the girl being taken to hospital said: 'She was still breathing and had a heartbeat. Blood from the wound stained the whole body.'
Doctors said that if the baby had been left in the bag a few minutes longer she would have died of suffocation and it had already been affected by the lack of oxygen hence the purple colour.
They said that the baby had been born premature and was probably between 32 and 34 weeks old and weighing just 1.4 kg.
A medic said that if the cut had been just a millimetre deep in the baby would have died.
Recovering: The premature baby was found in a bin, with placenta and umbilical cord still attached, in Anshan city in northeast China
The premature baby was found in a bin, with placenta and umbilical cord still attached, in Anshan city in northeast China

PREVENTING MORE THAN 400 MILLION BIRTHS WITH CONTROVERSIAL RULE

The painted sign reads, 'It is forbidden to discriminate against, mistreat or abandon baby girls'
The painted sign reads, 'It is forbidden to discriminate against, mistreat or abandon baby girls'
China's controversial 'policy of birth planning' was introduced in 1978 to reduce the strain on the country's burgeoning population and reduce the strain on resources.
It officially restricts married, urban couples to having one child and those who break the rules have to pay a fine or fee.
Those who stick to the rules are usually awarded a certificate and can benefit financially, such as receiving an additional month's salary every year until the child turns 14.
The policy allows exemptions in some cases - including rural couples, couples without siblings on either side, and ethnic minorities. 
Residents of Hong Kong and Macau are exempt from the policy, as are foreign nationals living in China.
Certain rural parts of the country allow couples to have a second child if the first born is a girl but many parents feel pressured to produce an heir and end up abandoning the females. 
If the second child is also a girl, no more children are allowed. It is extremely rare to find a family that has two sons. 
The Chinese government claims that the policy has probably prevented more than 400 million births and in 2010 it was reported that for every 120 boys born there are 100 girls.
Critics inside China and around the world have condemned the policy and accused the government of enforcing abortions.
Despite the fact that it is illegal to kill newborn babies in the country, female infanticide and the failure to report female births is widely suspected, especially in rural areas.
An international conference on human rights, held ten years before the policy was introduced, proclaimed: 'Parents have a basic human right to determine freely and responsibly the number and the spacing of their children.'
Despite this, an independent 2008 survey reported that 76 per cent of the Chinese population supported the policy.


Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2181017/Lou-Xiaoying-Story-Chinese-woman-saved-30-abandoned-babies-dumped-street-trash.html#ixzz22DvawIdc

Monday, July 30, 2012

Cup Management

Tired of cups accumulating on my counter tops all day, tired of counting at least a dozen children's cups in my dishwasher at night, tired of children saying they can't remember which color cup they've been using so they must get a new one . . . 


. . . I am trying an idea given to me by more than one mother! I have made name tags for the children and taped them down with clear packing tape onto the counter. The children will keep their cups at their special spots and then we'll all know what color so-and-so is using today. We're only a few days into the experiment, but have been having productive moments of my calling out to a child heading for the cupboard to get a fresh cup, "Wait! Check your spot! I see you have a cup there already."

For mothers wondering, other ideas given to me were:

Each child has a unique bottle--one and only one that does not change--that lives in the door of the refrigerator. It gets washed daily.

Each child gets a fresh cup out at the three meal times, and dishes are washed after each mealtime. Each child goes through three cups per day and there is no drinking in between meals, but there are no cups floating around the kitchen.

Each child has a set spot at the kitchen table and his or her cup stays at that spot all day.

All kids share a cup.

Cups get labeled each day starting in the morning with ink that is washed off at the end of each day.

Feel free to share your cup-management techniques in the comments section!


Sunday, July 29, 2012

Another Plug for Holy Heroes

I want to make another plug for Holy Heroes . . . I think the family that runs it is offering such phenomenal products to us Catholic families!

Holy Heroes has launched a new featured called GloryStoriesFun. What most interests me is that each week there will be a short video providing that Sunday's Mass readings as told using a felt board. This morning my children watched it while I made their breakfast, which I hope helped them actually hear and take note of the readings during Mass. (I know it helped me!) Then they saw another click-to-play and asked me to play it, so I did: It was simply the praying of the fourth luminous mystery of the Rosary (just audio, no video), but it held the children in silent, rapt attention while they ate their toast. A double win!

Also on the website each week will be a deal of the week (a CD on sale), any free coloring pages, a fun quiz, a craft idea, and more.

BONUS READING: I am only beginning to officially home school Kindergarten in a week, yet I've been hearing people comment to me for years, "Wow, I could never home school! I don't have the patience! You must be a saint." This comment has really distressed me and the best reason I could come up with is that I am not a saint . . . but we're all called to become saints! No one is excused! A saint is merely someone who made it to heaven, and we don't get there without developing virtues. Keeping my children home with me has forced me to develop the virtue of patience to a degree that I would not have done otherwise, selfish sinner that I am. But when I have sometimes seen myself shouting at my children day in and day out, that causes me to realize that something is wrong: not with them, who are normal and overall well-behaved children, but with me. So then I should do whatever it takes to learn how not to lose self-control (in a way I never would in front of a visiting friend or another adult whom I respected): if that means I research what is age-appropriate behavior in order to educate myself, I learn how to structure our days, I give up my own spontaneous desires in order to keep us on the routine under which children thrive, I seek ideas for effective discipline that is calm and appropriate, I try to be proactive instead of reactive, and I even fall into a heap while crying and praying rather than be a horrible example of a Christian to my children, then that is what I need to do. (Do I always do it? No. Do I still shout? Yes. Am I working on it? Always.)

We are all called to develop the virtue of (heroic) patience and I, for one, am grateful to my little ones for giving me numerous opportunities to do so daily.

Well, I just came across another blogger who wrote an entire post on the virtue of patience and home schooling and I hope everyone will read it! She wrote so eloquently everything I've thought for years now! See here: "Busting the 'I Don't Have the Patience to Home School' Myth".

Saturday, July 28, 2012

National Day of the American Cowboy

This morning I had the great pleasure of attending breakfast to celebrate our friend M---- before she has her fourth baby soon . . . our goddaughter! There were actually four pregnant mommies at the event, which was a neat testament to life.


I did not order the fried alligator ("you know you're in the South when . . ."), but did take the opportunity to order something I'd never seen before: S’mores French Toast - "Chocolate dipped Texas toast coated in graham cracker crumbs sandwiched with marshmallow cream and chocolate." Honestly and mysteriously, it was not a sugar bomb. I couldn't figure out how all those ingredients were combined and yet the taste was not overly sweet. Positively delicious.

Meanwhile, Chris met up with M---s husband and their children with all three of our children in tow to attend Cowboy Day at a local museum. (And later I found out that yet a third husband and children of one of the ladies at the breakfast was also at the cowboy event!)


National Day of the American Cowboy Celebration


Celebrate the National Day of the American Cowboy at The Schiele with a not-to-be-missed day of Western-themed activities and adventures. Enjoy a whole lot of cowboy goin’s-on with live performances by gunslingers, ropers, chuckwagon cooks and historical re-enactors. Tour the Cowboys exhibit and learn about life on the range, and discover the plants and animals of the West that inhabit the rest of the Schiele Museum’s exhibit halls. 


Basically, it is one of the most fun days ever.









Margaret couldn't ride the bucking bronco, but she could ride an alligator statue. 

Bonus cuteness: After dinner, I ran a quick errand. As I drove down the street on my return, I spotted in the distance a bright red ladybug riding a Big Wheel in our driveway. It was Mary, wearing a size 12-month padded fleece ladybug costume, which made sense since it was only about 90 degrees and I-don't-want-to-know what degree of humidity outside.


Mary's most detailed family portrait yet: Margaret, John, Mama, Daddy, and Mary. Of course, you'll note that the yellow orb floating above our heads is a peach, the actual sun being the subtle yellow splotch in the upper left hand corner.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Summer Faith Adventure Day 5

Watching a DVD lesson: today the children received M&M candies for answering questions and participation.


The song of the day was "To Be a Saint!" which just so happens to be Mary's favorite. She's got some good dance moves.

Our craft of the day was to make "cupples," which are saint dolls made out of paper cups. My two children each made a doll of our pastor . . . although John said, "I'm giving my Fr. R---- red hair, just like me."



A puppet show by my children with the two Fathers R---- giving a homily.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Summer Faith Adventure Day 4

Praying a decade of the rosary

Making a family tree for our craft today 


The children will use the family tree to help remember to pray for family members, living and deceased.

Moments of Cuteness


At 15 months old, Margaret opens the paper drawer, rummages through for the paper she wants, finds a drawing implement, climbs into her booster seat, and sets about scribbling.


She'll stay occupied that way for about 10 minutes!


Bonus cuteness: This is how I found the kids after I heard John and Mary call out, "Margaret! Come join us!"


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The Sad I


Last night at the dinner table, Mary was asking how the lower case 'p' was pronounced. I realized her confusion and explained that lower case letters and upper case letters make the same sounds. "The only time I think that is not true is with the letter 'i'. The upper case 'I' standing alone always says the long 'I' sound /I/, not /i/, because it is a proper pronoun."

Mary: "Oh. That's sad. We should pray for the /I/."

Swim Lessons Almost Done

Photos from Show and Tell Day (7/18)


Mary keeps her face in the water 5 to 8 seconds, with a goal of 10. 

 Mary does her back float for 10 seconds with a light spot.

 Swimming face in

  Swimming face in

 Underwater swimming

 John does a front float unassisted for 10 seconds.

 John does his back float with a light spot for 10 seconds.

 John does his "calm swim" for 10 feet (goal is 5).

John does his "kick swim" for 10 feet (goal is 5), and this is the last area of improvement needed for him to get his ribbon and go up a level for the first time.


Monday, July 23, 2012

Summer Faith Adventure Day 3

Day 3 began my turn to host and teach the Holy Heroes Summer Faith Adventure.

One classroom management problem we had been having was keeping the children sitting on the couch during the video lessons from leaping, jumping, climbing on each other, tickling, poking, shoving, and generally participating in mayhem. I thought about it and remembered myself being in Kindergarten and having my own carpet square to sit on. So, each child was given a carpet square or pillow to sit on and they weren't allowed off. It helped the problem quite a bit!

Another idea I tried today was giving sticker rewards to encourage more participation in answering questions. Each video lesson is followed by the teacher asking questions. Last time, one child kept answering all the questions and the other three were mostly very quiet.

So, this time I bribed them.

I started the day by handing out their very own small envelopes on which I had written their names (oooo, their own names!) in which to collect stickers. Another change I made was that, before watching each video lesson, I would ask them the questions ahead of time and tell them to listen for key words. Then I led them in the questions and handed out stickers for giving even close to the right answer and I started getting fabulous answers! Then when we would ready ourselves to watch another video lesson, the kids would ask eagerly, "Will there be more questions for us to answer?" Now my new so-called problem is that all four kids are shouting over each other to give me answers.

I feel extremely pleased that my idea encouraged so much more participation, but I simultaneously feel like a bit of a failure because I'm having to resort to out-and-out bribery to get the kids to learn, and maybe that is a bad thing. I don't know, it's a difficult philosophical point! Are children supposed to be born wanting to learn every subject we adults feel they should know, or are we to teach them over the years to love learning for learning's sake? I'm sure an unschooler at heart and a traditional schooler could have a good discussion about this!

The snack today was soft pretzels because pretzels are traditionally Lenten (being made of flour and water) and are the shape is of "praying hands." Unfortunately, the above pretzels look underdone because they are underdone, my having read the recipe wrong and cooked them 100 degrees too low.



 For our craft, we made prayer books, and above is Mary's finished product.

 Grandmom helped occupy Margaret and Caleb, which made the morning easier for the mommies.

The outdoor game was called Protect the Priest and was a version of Dodge Ball. 

Immediately the 3- and 4-year-olds did not want to play because the game involved throwing (soft!) balls at each other.


My fellow mommy teacher and I have decided that--after three days of failed efforts to get the kids to want to play the games--our children are just too young to understand the rules of the games. So, we will simply give them some outdoor free play time to run off energy . . .

Of course, I am not sure if anyone will want to play in our back yard again after what melodrama happened next!

John was playing in one corner of the yard when he came running to me, weeping, and showed me two pinprick holes. I said he must have been playing in the rose bushes and he told me, no, he had just been playing when suddenly "I began hurting so much!"

That is when I noticed the very much alive wasp crawling on the back of his shirt and I began trying to flip it away, causing John to ask what I was doing. "Oh nothing, just hold still," I tried to sound calm. I finally whacked the wasp off and crushed it to death (those exoskeletons are strong!), and then let John know he'd received his first sting.

And that is how we had the homeschooling lesson that wasps do not lose their stingers when they sting, which is why they can sting over and over again.

Poor John was hysterical, we took him inside, all the girls followed, watching agog with concern until I shooed them away. Tylenol, Benadryl, an ice pack, and two episodes of "Dinosaur Train" later, and John felt a bit better and is now napping.

We live in a woodsy area with plenty of bumble bees, wasps of several types, and cicada killers (harmless but terrifying looking), so I'm not sure the kids will be eager to play in our yard any time soon!