Keeping Secrets

For t8 Great Dates for Moms & Daughtershe last couple of years, I have been going on occasional dates with my daughter. These dates have a purpose. We are building our relationship as mother and daughter. We are practicing being open in how we communicate with one another. And we are talking about important things that young girls need to learn and know. The idea for the dates come directly from Dannah Gresh’s Secret-Keeper Girl. You can check out the website here.

The first eight dates are all focused around beauty, modesty, and true fashion.  We have now completed four of the eight dates in this first set of dates. Yes, it is taking us awhile, but that is making each date a little more special. (The second set is about true friendships – hopefully we’ll get to that sometime in the next year!)

Yesterday, as we did date number four we were particularly talking about modest dress and why it is important. At one point, Anne made the comment to me that there were a lot of girls whose moms don’t talk with them about this kind of stuff.  I asked her why she thought that and her answers made me sad. She said that some of the girls don’t like their moms or their moms don’t like to spend time with them. She said some of the girls don’t dress appropriately, so their moms must not talk to them about why it is important to dress modestly.

As I have thought about it, there are probably a number of reasons for this. Some families have different values than us. Many moms didn’t ever have conversations like that with their moms, so it makes them uncomfortable. I mean, when you are talking about modest dress, you have to talk about the underlying issue for it – we are sexual beings – and that isn’t a fun or comfortable topic of conversation. Some people may not even think about the fact that these are important conversations to have with their children before they start learning from their peers the wrong kinds of information.

But for me, I want to make sure that both of my kids not only learn about these kinds of things from their parents, but also that we foster the kind of relationship where they come to us with their questions and concerns instead of holding them inside or going to their friends. I read somewhere that once our kids hit about age 10, parents are no longer the primary influence on their children. While that may be true for the general population, I don’t want that to be true for my children. I want them to look to us and to learn from us more than they look to their peers and the culture, and for me, these dates with my daughter are just one way I am trying to foster that relationship.

The truth of the matter is this: as parents, we need to parent. We need to teach our kids right from wrong. We need to talk to them about the difference between what the culture says and what Christ says. We need to be enforcing the values of healthy sexuality in marriage. We need to get over our fear and discomfort of talking about the hard stuff and open our mouths. Our kids take their cues from us. If we are uncomfortable, they will be too. It’s not easy to talk to my 11-year-old about the fact that boys’ bodies respond to what they see, but I have to do it, and I have to do it in a way that makes coming back to me with questions not only possible for her, but probable.

I encourage you parents out there to do this. It may not look like what I am doing, but do something. Parent your kids. Let’s raise up a generation of young people who understand the importance of living right, of making good decisions, of living a counter-cultural life that pleases both their parents and God.

What are the things you are currently doing to teach your children your values – whether intentionally or unintentionally?

My Father’s Eyes

Today’s post is dedicated to my dad, who is celebrating 70 years of life today.

My dad taught me so much (and still does). Everything from how to change the oil in my car to how to drywall and mud, from how to cook a good country breakfast to how to effectively tickle small children, from how to study God’s word to how to show compassion and care for those in need. He is my Daddy. He is my mentor. He is my example. And I want to grow up to be just like him, because he has grown up to be just like Christ.

This song is for him today. I have sung it many times and have meant every word every time.

Happy Birthday, Daddy! I love you!

Who do you want to grow up to be like?

Win, Lose, or Draw? or Why We Ended our No Sugar Family Challenge One Week Early

Back in January, I let you all in on our Family Challenge of going from January 5 to March 24 without sugar or sweets in our house or in our mouths.

This past Saturday, March 17, we ended our challenge one week early.

Why? After all, there was only one week to go, and surely, if we had made it that far we could make it one more week, right?

Well, first of all let me say, my family did a WONDERFUL job of making good choices over the last couple of months. My kids said no to things that they wanted very badly including candy, cupcakes, and ice cream. They ate natural peanut butter (that they weren’t big fans of). They went without cereal for breakfast. They drank water at restaurants. And with the exception of a couple of innocent mistakes (marketing people are so sneaky – they put 100% natural on a drink and to a kid that sounds like it shouldn’t have sugar in it – grr!) and our purposeful break when Anne and I went to Chicago, I would deem the challenge as successful.

Until one day last week when my kids were “hungry” and decided that they needed to have a snack of brown sugar. Yes, I did say brown sugar. No,  I don’t know why. While most of the other sweets in the house were either pitched or hidden, there were other options like chocolate chips and sugar-free candy that they could have chosen.

We had a nice long conversation about it and what it comes down to is they had a moment of weakness. Just like we all do at times.

But as Mike and I reflected on it the next couple of days, it seemed to us that where it had started out as a Family Challenge, at some point it had begun to feel like punishment to our kids. Their hearts weren’t in it for the challenge anymore and they were seeing it as mom and dad not letting them have sugar (because mom and dad are mean!). And this is NOT the message that we wanted to be giving.

This challenge was about learning that we don’t need sugar and sweets to survive and we can have self-control and say no. This challenge was about doing something together as a family that was good for us. And when we realized that it wasn’t a positive thing anymore, we decided to end it. (And it didn’t hurt that my favorite holiday was a week before our original end date.)

So I made the kids cupcakes and we told them on Saturday morning that the sugar fast was over.

You would have thought we told them that we won the lottery. They were so excited. And since then they have wanted to eat every sugary substance in sight. They whined when I wouldn’t buy them sugary cereal, but instead bought Cheerios, Rice Chex, and Rice Krispies. They whined when I wouldn’t buy them donuts at the grocery store. They whined when I wouldn’t buy them a KitKat. They whined when I wouldn’t let them eat a cupcake for breakfast.

Yep. I guess that means that life is back to normal at the Ennen house. Mom trying to help the family make good choices and them whining about it. 🙂

What do you think? Should we have ended the challenge early? Why or why not?

Parenting: Not for the Weak of Heart

Some days I love being a parent. I love the snuggles. I love the laughter. I love the fun. I love the energy. I love seeing their faces in the mornings. I love kissing them good night. I love when I see them growing  and learning and becoming responsible little people.

And then there are those other times. Those times when they are screaming at one another. Those times when they won’t listen and just do what you ask them to. Those times when you want to ring their little necks. (Not that you ever would actually ring their necks, but you’ve thought about it, haven’t you?)

And somewhere in the midst of all of this, we realize that we really know nothing about being a parent and we need help. We also realize for every time we rejoice with our kids, that’s how God rejoices with us. And for every time we grieve their behavior and the consequences they must go through, that must be how God feels when we fail him as well.

Tuesday night was one of those parenting nights for me where I was struggling. We thought we lost a kid. Mike thought she was one place, but she wasn’t. She was with Ty, who had asked to go someplace, but had failed to say Anne was going, too. We found her and it was ok, but the reason I went looking for her was because of something else that I had discovered she and Ty had done and about which they needed to be corrected. And I was angry.  More like fuming. I admit I was tired, I was worn out from some meetings I had just left, and I was frustrated because what I found when I got home wasn’t what I was expecting to find. So when the time came to actually deal with Anne, I was literally praying under my breath as I entered her room because I was trying not to explode.

And God is good. And He quickly brought me under control. And for the next 30 minutes Anne and I had a wonderful talk about what she had done and why it was wrong and the fact that sin is not hidden from God and sometimes when kids do wrong, the Lord helps parents to see it so that the kids can be corrected. We talked about the fact that God and our parents love us just the way we are, but that both God and our parents are working to mold us into the people the God wants us to be. We had some good time where I spoke truth into her life and some time when we talked about the consequences of our actions. And in the end, she was repentant and accepting of what I had to say.

And then I went to talk to Ty and tried to talk to him about some of these same things and while I am pretty sure he answered all my questions the right way and he followed through with the appropriate apologies and such, I never really saw a repentant heart. Maybe it was there and he was just hiding it in his attempt to be Ty and deflect through humor, but what a difference between my two kids.

I went to bed exhausted. I was completely spent from that hour or two between when I got home and I got into my bed. Parenting well must be really hard, because I am not sure how well I am doing and it is pretty difficult some days.

But just like God doesn’t give up on us, I can’t and won’t give up on my kids. I will continue to take the hard road of both love and discipline. Even when it is hard. Even when it hurts my heart. Even when it exhausts me. Because I want my children to become the people who God has created them to be. I want them to understand that correction is a part of life – both as children and as adults. I want them to understand that we are responsible for our actions. And I want them to know that they are loved, even when they make mistakes.

Because that is true for all of us. We have a Father who loves us, even when we make mistakes. And for this I am thankful.

What challenges are you facing as a parent?

Where Do We Start When We Need to Stop Perpetuating Bad Choices?

(Warning – this post may appear to be simply a rant, but it is in fact my heart crying out for our children. Please read it that way.)

I have spent a significant amount of time as an adult re-educating myself about food and exercise. I have spent countless months trying to re-program my body to not want to eat sweets. I have worked very hard to come to a point where I enjoy exercise and can’t imagine going without it for more than a couple of days. I continue to spend money on food that costs more because it is healthier and can’t believe how much cheaper it would be if I ate badly. And I am really trying to teach my children these things so that they don’t face the same trials I have faced when it comes to food and exercise.

And because this is something I am passionate about, I have some major questions about food and activity choices that are going on at homes and schools around our country.

  • Why do we give food-based rewards?
  • Why do schools show movies during recess (or even worse P.E., which, after all does stand for PHYSICAL EDUCATION) – Is 30 degrees going to kill them? Is water on the playground going to hurt them?
  • Chocolate milk, really?
  • Sweet snacks during testing? How about offering some REAL food – fruits, veggies, etc.
  • Why do we need to bring candy, cookies, and cupcakes to school for every occasion (birthdays, Valentine’s Day, etc.)?
  • Can’t we have a party without ice cream or pizza or sweets of some kind? Or a party that lets them play outside on the playground instead of watching a movie inside?
  • And I suppose at least if they are going to play video games, Just Dance is an active one, and I applaud that as a better reward than ice cream and candy, but video games in school?

I am afraid that we are raising up yet another generation of obese, lazy people who don’t know how to eat right, exercise or even how to approach food. Food is not a reward, it is a necessity for our bodies to function. Bad food in, bad body function. Good food in, good body function, good brain function, etc. We need to be educating our children both at home and in our schools so they have a healthy view of health – which includes a healthy view of food, exercise, and life choices.

My kids and I continually talk about the fact that I am not withholding food from them and that it is not punishment to be sugar-free for 3 months, instead it is a learning experience whereby we can find out that we don’t need it. And if they learn these things as children, my hope is that they never have to blog about their weight-loss journey because they never have the need to go on that journey. I don’t want them to be obsessed with the scale like I can be at times. I want them to live long, healthy, happy lives. I want them to eat healthily and exercise because it will help ward off heart disease, cancer, diabetes, and so many other diseases that can be caused by our bad food, exercise and health choices, but I want them to do it because they want to and they enjoy it, not because they have to.

But I can only do so much when my kids are being bombarded with messages at school that go contrary to what I am telling them and showing them at home.

But what do I do about it? Where do I even begin to change a flawed system full of people who have different ideals than me? How do we spread the word that education is about more than just reading, writing, and arithmetic. More than about doing well on tests. More than about simply finishing an assignment and getting a piece of candy for doing it.

Education should be whole. When kids are learning about the body and how it works, shouldn’t they be learning about nutrition and being offered nutritious foods? When kids are learning how to play a game in P.E., shouldn’t they be learning that it isn’t just about the game but about staying active? Shouldn’t kids be learning that there is satisfaction that comes from completing something that you are supposed to do, and not be bribed with candy to do something they needed to do anyway?

I have way more questions than answers about this subject, but this is where my mind has been lately and I am not sure where to go with it.

I am sure you all have opinions as well. What do you think? Where do you fall? What would you do?

Let’s talk about it. Leave me your comments and questions in the comments section of this blog. Maybe we can come up with some answers.

Dreams Do Come True

I am a day late with my Monday post this week because I was busy celebrating Anne’s birthday yesterday.

Yes, Anne’s birthday was back in January, but this weekend she got the birthday present that was promised back then: a trip to Chicago and the American Girl store.

She was anticipating this trip, but it wasn’t scheduled to happen until later this month. But last week, Mike and I decided to surprise her, so Sunday after I taught Kids’ Church, Anne and I left for Chicago. It was her first trip there (and my first trip driving there on my own). She was blown away by the size of the buildings and the number of people on Michigan Avenue. She told me she felt so small. She held my hand as we walked around because she was a little scared. But overall she was just excited – we were staying on the 19th floor of a hotel and the pool was on the 30th floor and it was all so exciting for her.

We saw Chicago from the John Hancock Observatory and she took tons of pictures. We ate Chicago-style pizza from Giordanos – she said it was the best pizza she has ever eaten. We took a two-day hiatus from our sugar fast and she enjoyed Hershey’s Chocolate Cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory.

And then, we spent most of Monday at American Girl Place. The girl was in her element. She found her doll – Julie from 1974 (which was a good year – my birth year!) – got Julie’s accessories, bunny, and a couple changes of clothes. She got her picture taken so it looks like the cover of American Girl Magazine. She got Julie’s hair done at the salon. We had a wonderful four-course meal with Julie. And we did all of this on Anne’s schedule. We looked at what she wanted to look at for as long as she wanted to look at it. We sat and she changed Julie’s clothes while we waited for our van from the valet. We took pictures – lots of them. We just had a wonderful time together.

At the end of the trip, Anne told me that it was more than she had even dreamed about. It was so much fun, and so big, and so much more than she could have imagined. Her dream of a trip to Chicago with her mom and getting her American Girl doll had more than come true.

And so had mine. Only my dream was different. Mine was just to enjoy the time with my daughter. Talking together, playing together, laughing together, sharing together, and making memories together. And I got all of that and more.

On the way home yesterday, Anne was picking music on the iPod and she picked a song that we both love, but she picked it purposefully this time. And then sang a portion of it as she looked at me. And an even bigger dream of mine came true – my daughter communicating with me in a way that I communicate – through music that is heartfelt and comes from deep down.

Needless to say, I had the best day. 🙂

How are you making memories with those that you love?

We Need One Another

I am reading a book (surprise, surprise!) called Mile Markers by Kristin Armstrong, and I love it. I keep finding little gems in it that translate into many areas of my life, not just running. Last night it was this one:

We Need Each Other

I love it and it is so true! We do need each other. We don’t live in isolation and we shouldn’t. Each of us brings something different to the table and because of that we can help one another to do things that we couldn’t do on our own. This is true for our faith, raising children, running, the stuff of everyday life and so much more. Each of us brings different perspectives to life. We bring different personalities, different thought processes, different strengths, different weaknesses. We need each other to help talk and think through issues of life and faith. We need each other to open doors to us that we might not open ourselves. We need community.

This is why I run with friends. This is why I meet every Sunday with a small group. This is why I meet with a close friend to study a book weekly. This is why I meet twice a month with another friend for lunch. This is why I meet with a Virtual Community Group monthly.

We need each other. We can’t do it on our own. So, today, spend some time being thankful for the community around you and maybe even specifically thank those who you count on most. And if you don’t have community, I encourage you to find it. Ask your church about joining a small group. Reach out to someone you have been wanting to get to know and ask them to lunch. Find a family that you can plan a monthly play date with.

What does your community look like?

Love Challenge: The Results

Back on January 30, I challenged you to do something special for your spouse (or child, or friend) for each of the first 14 days of February. Now I want to know how it went. Here are the things I did for Mike:

  • February 1: Sent a special text message thanking him for taking such good care of our family, even when it means doing some things he doesn’t really want to do.
  • February 2: Bought him a bag of sugar-free York Peppermint Patties – one of his favorites in the regular version – since we are on a sugar fast.
  • February 3: Left a note on his pillow with a special scripture and prayer I prayed just for him. (He told me that this was his favorite thing I did.)
  • February 4: I felt sick and wanted to go to bed very badly, but instead, I sat with him on the couch and watched basketball. 🙂
  • February 5: Left a note on his steering wheel.
  • February 6: Went to the store over my lunch hour to get Mike the hot dogs he wanted for dinner so he didn’t have to do it after being asleep all day.
  • February 7: Did not turn on my computer or check my phone all evening while I sat on the couch with him. (This is a BIG deal for me – I am BAD about doing this all the time.)
  • February 8: Left a note in his lunchbox.
  • February 9: Created an intimate encounter. (This was his second favorite. No surprise there!)
  • February 10: Took him on a date to the church’s Date Night Challenge.
  • February 11: Took him out to one of his favorite restaurants for dinner (without kids).
  • February 12: I was tired. I ran 16 miles. But instead of making him go to the store, I let him continue to lay on the couch and I went.
  • February 13: Today I thought ahead and actually bought a Valentine’s card for him. 🙂
  • February 14: Made him one of his favorite meals – meatloaf and orange gravy.

Some of these things were obvious and some were more subtle. Some were easy and some were hard. Sometimes he showed appreciation, and other times he didn’t. But no matter what, it was fun (and challenging) to think about doing something special for him every day, and made me more aware of him and trying to do things that he would enjoy, rather than what I would like. It even helped change my attitude on those days where I was tempted to be frustrated with him or a bit whiny and self-absorbed.

I decided every day is hard, and some days I just don’t have that much creativity, but I also decided that at least once a week I need to be thinking ahead and doing something intentional for him, so that is what I am planning to do!

What are your stories? What are some of your ideas? I would love to hear about them. Has this inspired you to keep going or set any other goals along these lines?

Training

Yesterday, I reached the half-way point in training for a marathon – week 9 of 18 is complete. What that really means is I ran 16 miles. Sixteen of the 26.2 to come on April 15. Only 4 more 1-mile increases in the long runs – up to 20. And you know what is significant about that? I felt GREAT! I have done 7 half-marathons (13.1 miles) and I felt better after 16 miles yesterday than I have after most of the half-marathons I have done. And I can only attribute it to two things:

  1. God’s grace.
  2. Training.

I have been running consistently for quite some time, but to a higher level of consistency over the past year and a half. I have been pushing up from regular runs of 3 miles to regular runs of 5 miles. I have been pushing my speed on those shorter runs. I have been following a set training schedule as consistently as possible for the last nine weeks, lifting two days a week, running two shorter, one mid-size, and one long run each week. I have been eating carefully and healthily. I have been reading books about marathon training to get ideas that will help. I have made this training a priority in my life. And I have found that it is working! I am running farther at faster paces. I am feeling good after my runs. I am enjoying the process, even on tough days. I am finding that when it gets hard and I push through, I am not only becoming a better runner, but my character is growing as well.

And this has gotten me thinking about training ourselves in other areas of our lives. Is making time for the Lord hard for you? Set yourself a training schedule and stick to it. Do you want a stronger marriage? Make a plan for how you can get there and then follow-through. Is family time lacking in your house? Re-orient your schedule and write your family in.

One of the things that really helps for me is to actually schedule time for all of these things. I know that I will be working out every weekday morning at 5 or 5:30 (depending on distance) and I have friends that I meet who hold me accountable to that. I schedule every evening before bed to spend time doing my devotions, praying and writing in my journal. Every Tuesday night at our house is scheduled as Family Game Night (the evening may vary year-to-year, but we make this a priority in our house.) Mike and I have a standing “date” to go away for our anniversary and make an effort to have regular times together throughout the year as well.

By verbalizing our priorities and scheduling our time, we are in essence training ourselves to get better and to grow in certain areas. And training works! You do get better. You do improve. That doesn’t mean there won’t be setbacks, but when there are, you get back up and get going again.

What areas do you need training in?

I Need You

So, the Love Challenge has my mind going 100 miles an hour trying to figure out the best ways to show Mike that I love him. (And he only reads my blog every couple of months, so I am hoping he doesn’t read this until AFTER the challenge is over. :)). While I was thinking about what I am going to do today, I was reminded of this song, I Need You, by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill.

The idea that there are certain things that I need Mike to help me battle (not whiskey and cigarettes, like Tim’s verse, but other things), is true. There are certain things that help me cope with life that he provides. I need him. The thing is, our lives often get so busy that we forget that we need one another to get through. We begin to think we can do it all on our own.

The same thing is true of the Lord. We need Him. We can’t do it on our own, but we try. And it isn’t long before we find out that we can’t do it all on our own. But sometimes, our pride won’t let us go and ask for the help we need at that point. We continue to try to tough it out until we are so beat down, so immersed in our problems, that we feel like we’ll never get out.

But all it takes is for us to swallow our pride and admit we need help. We need our spouses. We need our God. We need our friends. We need to do life together in community. We are not meant to be solitary individuals, but part of a larger whole where we all need one another.

And when we recognize that we need one another and we need the Lord, we also recognize that life isn’t all about “me.”

So, who do you need today? Where do you need to swallow some pride and admit that you can’t do it all on your own?