Time Off…

Well…we WERE going to go away for a couple of days…but every time I thought about taking time off, I remembered how much needs to be done right here…and the old balance of work then play which is like the essence of my life, becomes so dramatically lopsided, it destroys any real delight in leaving town…even for the beach.

So…this morning Terry and I dragged ourselves upstairs to our bedroom of many years and dug out what has become a storehouse for kids moved away; stuffed toys I can’t part with; computer collectibles; the books that don’t fit anywhere else; travel equipment; furniture that is in need of mending; exercise and gym equipment; pictures and frames without walls…well you get the idea.

Actually it’s been like that for twenty years, so today, when we started going through this amazing pile of junk, it was no wonder a car load went to M Teresa’s and another pile was created for my grandson that was once his father’s; and books were moved downstairs, pictures were stacked for later examination…and I started to think about what you save and pitch as the kids get older and move away.

I have terrible trouble throwing away old friends…those are stuffed toys that were once so treasured by one of the little “houseselves.” If it has a face on it, I usually give it to someone else to give away, because I’m a nut job and can’t do it myself. There is something really odd and beautiful and emotionally gripping about the worn face of a doll or stuffed toy. Personally, I have all my stuffed toys from my own childhood, and as I get older their faces bring me a lot of joy, soooo I keep them.

Today, I went through a very deep closet whose contents belonged to my son. I found his boyhood stamp collection; his boy scout camping gear, prizes, awards and regalia. I found a hundred books stacked and in boxes. I found funny old clothes he used to wear. I found pictures and other keepsakes and games that brought all those years back.

I found the college books that belonged to my eldest daughter and among those books were shoes and trinkets…more memories. And memories are sweet. Yes, they are gone now, and living their lives with their own families, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

I found a lot of the wooden dressed character dolls I made for the younger children…Molly and Anne, and I held them back to look at later. They are made of clothespins carefully cut and wired together and dressed complete with bloomers, aprons, hats, dresses, and all decorated with lace and beds.

Older kids are funny about that stuff…they don’t want to pitch it themselves, but they sure don’t want to drag it home. How often we think to save things for our children’s children…and how often they don’t want it, and maybe that’s a good and independent thing. Things really don’t last; they grow old like we do…

So now that the clutter is mostly cleaned out of the closets, it’s time to create a new room. Luckily, it’s a big spacious room with hardwood floors and a lot of dark cabinetry at one end. Going to paint it a dark cherry color with driftwood appointments…because that will give me something to do at the river…lots to do…lots to do…tables to be made…blinds out of slender washed branches…drawer pulls of washed wooden knots…lots to do…

It’s important to let go of children so they can go live their lives…but at the same time, it’s important to have your own life and fill it with all the things you wanted to do as a young mom and couldn’t because all your time and energy needed to be spent on your children. It’s important to do a job you like that has growth and also creates memories you can grow old with.

So for a couple of days, it’s time to clean and paint and re-create. Not recreate, but re-create. No, I didn’t go to Florida; I stayed home and worked, and you could say, poor Judy, but Judy has a real life working every day, so these things like rooms and collecting driftwood too often get pushed to the sidelines…except for today… when it was tons of fun.

This is hoping that everyone who reads this will enjoy every part of his or her life…and will in turn teach their children to do the same. Life doesn’t end when your children walk out the door…that’s just part of the great story you build every day. Enjoy every day…


Obedience and Disobedience…That is the Question…

I was talking to Terry the other evening about this and that, and our conversation drifted over to scripture, and as we began to talk about the New and Old Testaments, I finally realized why the New Testament is so much more difficult to teach children than the Old Testament, I mean duh!

If you think about it, the OT is the child of the NT. It’s the foundation for the basic tenets of how to honor and obey God. Every story in the OT is about obedience and disobedience. It’s about heroes and those who failed and about how each hero mastered his life and the quest at hand and became a figure to admire and revere thousands of years later.
If you think of the OT as the years during childhood, you see the story of Adam and Eve establishing obedience for the first time, just like the slap on the paw we give to just toddling children. No! No! is established. As we move to the story of Noah, we learn that through disobedience, all is lost, and by obedience all is saved along with our family and friends. This helps to draw our family closer in the eyes of the child, and the fact that the family pets are involved is also a good lesson on responsibility toward creatures less that we are.
As we move to the Abraham story, we are reminded that trust in God is essential. The Moses story is about friendship with God, and how we are able to have that if we work hard enough at the obedience ideal. It’s about responsibility toward others and how we are here to learn and then to guide others towards goodness.
David’s story is one of championing his people, defender of the faith, defender of good…and he is rewarded as perhaps God’s favorite.
Job is a story of friendship as well. It’s Job’s story of unbreakable love for God no matter what the Devil does. We are growing up!
As Scripture is read, the child of the OT grows into the man or woman and is ready for the next step…the New Testament and the adult world.
We are established now, and can listen to the message of Christianity with more complex issues and more a more complex agenda. “Why” is not a question for children under six because they don’t have the cognitive skills to answer. So we deal in lots of “whats.” The OT has a great supply of “whats” and a lifetime of answers like “because it’s good.” Obedience…
We know how to establish ourselves with God from the OT, and when we move over to the NT, it’s time to establish ourselves with others. We learn how to treat others, how to behave ourselves with others, and how to live peacefully in the world of those who are not so inclined to have a relationship with God.
We glean what is important, what is necessary and we go about doing in a righteous frame of mind.
So where do children fit in? Since children are establishing themselves in the world, the OT is a wonderful teaching tool that helps them grow into adulthood with a balanced sense for the achievement of good and the disdain for evil. They need to hear these stories as a foundation to righteous living because without the collective bond of a people determined towards good rather than evil is a world that’s too dangerous for anyone. Fairy tales do the same thing, but without God. If God is important to parents, they will use the OT to establish a guide to life choices rather than fairy tales because fairy tales aren’t true and Scripture is.
Teaching the NT to children is done much like teaching the OT, it’s a story…listen and hear, and then, when the mind of the child develops, he can understand what he is supposed to understand. It’s a long process, a lifetime of thinking and being trained to think and doing and falling and doing and rising and doing whats and knowing why.

Thursday’s Thought

Just got back from Walmart…and as I was checking out, the two very very nice people working behind the counter actually asked me a question…now you know how I feel about questions…too few ask and fewer still listen…and I answered, “I work with children.”

It started right then” “Oh, I couldn’t work with children.”

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“You need a vacation because you work with children.”

“You must work very hard.”

Now if you know me at all, you will say, “She never does anything hard,” so I just smiled and thought, you work at Walmart and you’re saying those things to ME?

It never ceases to amaze me that people think working with children is so very hard. If you really think about it, working with forty people who have not yet reached the age of reason, who sometimes lose control of bodily functions…and sometimes can’t tell you when they need or want something isn’t frustrating, it’s hilarious…most of the time. I mean where else can you ask a client if he’s wiped or flushed or washed his hands when he comes out of the bathroom…lol.

Children don’t hate. They rarely seek revenge. They are usually lovers rather than brutes…and they learn…which is the best part of what I do.
Children have bountiful energy…I mean where else will your clients bounce off the walls ALL day every day and still have enough pizzazz and vigor to hug you, MMMMM?

Caring for other people’s children is actually easier than caring for your own. Since I started the Garden School, I’ve had my own grandchildren nearly every year. Because you know just what they are thinking and you’re really tied to them emotionally, you tend to over-ride the knowledge that spoiling them rotten is really a poor idea, and you do it anyway, and then you have to live with the results. Mostly, that means re-writing the gma role and letting everyone eat cake!

Other people’s children are more of a puzzle, a constant series of questions and possibilities, and there is where the delight comes in. Years ago, I was hired at the local newspaper as a columnist because I could get into a kid’s head and figure them out and I could put a decent sentence together that most of Evansville loved reading. It went National…it was fun and you can see those columns by Googling Judy Lyden. But that ability to understand children as whole developing human beings stays with me. And that is probably what keeps me loving the job. I understand…

Understanding a child means figuring out what he’s thinking and why. Then, to befriend the child and get him to trust you, you meet the child on a level HE will understand, and do it honestly without guile and without a traitorous agenda. Children need to know that you are on their side and that you ALWAYS keep your promises not only to them but to the people they love.

“Don’t you get upset a lot?”

“Rarely with a child.”

So…if you want to work with kids and do it well you need the following:

A big heart
A smile
An understanding that kids are mostly good
A sense of humor


What do you need to leave at the door?

Any dishonesty
Any grist
Any desire to oppress
And your frown

See? I never do anything hard…lol

Dr. Seuss Day on Friday…

Celebrating Dr. Seuss this week. He was a wonderful writer who dedicated a lot of his life to children. Here’s a little biography to read. We will be dressing up as our favorite Seuss characters on Friday.

“OH, THE PLACES YOU’LL GO!
THERE IS FUN TO BE DONE! THERE ARE
POINTS TO BE SCORED. THERE ARE GAMES TO BE WON.”
Oh, The Places You’ll Go!

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Theodor Seuss Geisel, better known to the world as the beloved Dr. Seuss, was born in 1904 on Howard Street in Springfield, Massachusetts. Ted’s father, Theodor Robert, and grandfather were brewmasters in the city. His mother, Henrietta Seuss Geisel, often soothed her children to sleep by “chanting” rhymes remembered from her youth. Ted credited his mother with both his ability and desire to create the rhymes for which he became so well known.

Although the Geisels enjoyed great financial success for many years, the onset of World War I and Prohibition presented both financial and social challenges for the German immigrants. Nonetheless, the family persevered and again prospered, providing Ted and his sister, Marnie, with happy childhoods.

The influence of Ted’s memories of Springfield can be seen throughout his work. Drawings of Horton the Elephant meandering along streams in the Jungle of Nool, for example, mirror the watercourses in Springfield’s Forest Park from the period. The fanciful truck driven by Sylvester McMonkey McBean in The Sneetches could well be the Knox tractor that young Ted saw on the streets of Springfield. In addition to its name, Ted’s first children’s book, And To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street, is filled with Springfield imagery, including a look-alike of Mayor Fordis Parker on the reviewing stand, and police officers riding red motorcycles, the traditional color of Springfield’s famed Indian Motocycles.

Ted left Springfield as a teenager to attend Dartmouth College, where he became editor-in-chief of the Jack-O-Lantern, Dartmouth’s humor magazine. Although his tenure as editor ended prematurely when Ted and his friends were caught throwing a drinking party, which was against the prohibition laws and school policy, he continued to contribute to the magazine, signing his work “Seuss.” This is the first record of The Cat in the Hatthe “Seuss” pseudonym, which was both Ted’s middle name and his mother’s maiden name.

To please his father, who wanted him to be a college professor, Ted went on to Oxford University in England after graduation. However, his academic studies bored him, and he decided to tour Europe instead. Oxford did provide him the opportunity to meet a classmate, Helen Palmer, who not only became his first wife, but also a children’s author and book editor.

After returning to the United States, Ted began to pursue a career as a cartoonist. The Saturday Evening Post and other publications published some of his early pieces, but the bulk of Ted’s activity during his early career was devoted to creating advertising campaigns for Standard Oil, which he did for more than 15 years.

As World War II approached, Ted’s focus shifted, and he began contributing weekly political cartoons to PM magazine, a liberal publication. Too old for the draft, but wanting to contribute to the war effort, Ted served with Frank Capra’s Signal Corps (U.S. Army) making training movies. It was here that he was introduced to the art of animation and developed a series of animated training films featuring a trainee called Private Snafu.

While Ted was continuing to contribute to Life, Vanity Fair, Judge and other magazines, Viking Press offered him a contract to illustrate a collection of children’s sayings called Boners. Although the book was not a commercial success, the illustrations received great reviews, providing Ted with his first “big break” into children’s literature. Getting the first book that he both wrote and illustrated, And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street, published, however, required a great degree of persistence – it was rejected 27 times before being published by Vanguard Press.

The Cat in the Hat, perhaps the defining book of Ted’s career, developed as part of a unique joint venture between Houghton Mifflin (Vanguard Press) and Random House. Houghton Mifflin asked Ted to write and illustrate a children’s primer using only 225 “new-reader” vocabulary words. Because he was under contract to Random House, Random House obtained the trade publication rights, and Houghton Mifflin kept the school rights. With the release of The Cat in the Hat, Ted became the definitive children’s book author and illustrator.

After Ted’s first wife died in 1967, Ted married an old friend, Audrey Stone Geisel, who not only influenced his later books, but now guards his legacy as the president of Dr. Seuss Enterprises.

At the time of his death on September 24, 1991, Ted had written and illustrated 44 children’s books, including such all-time favorites as Green Eggs and Ham, Oh, the Places You’ll Go, Fox in Socks, and How the Grinch Stole Christmas. His books had been translated into more than 15 languages. Over 200 million copies had found their way into homes and hearts around the world.

Besides the books, his works have provided the source for eleven children’s television specials, a Broadway musical and a feature-length motion picture. Other major motion pictures are on the way.

His honors included two Academy awards, two Emmy awards, a Peabody award and the Pulitzer Prize.