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There is a saying in many parts of Africa: "If you educate a man, you simply educate an individual, but if you educate a woman, you educate a nation."
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Sunday, October 12, 2014

Guest post from my niece!

So, Brady is my niece...what can I say? LOVE that girl. I so wish I lived closer because I think we could have some great times conquering the world together. She's the reason I moved to California in 2001. I love her heart and always have. She thinks well beyond her 14 years and her compassion and conscientiousness always amaze me. When doing a report for her English class, she asked us if our story may be the subject. The theme was duality. I think the timing is great as this month is Luba's 1-year America-versary (arrived here 10/24/13). 

Here are her precious words: 


When I was little, my mom told me that it was wrong to take something that didn’t belong to me. I took this in the most literal way possible - if that boy over there was reading a book, that was his book. If a girl over there is drawing with colored pencils, those are her colored pencils. It seemed like a reasonable enough concept at the time. But as I got older it became harder to judge what belonged to whom. Not everything is as concrete as a book or some pencils. Maybe it becomes their family that is now yours. Or your family that is now theirs. When you’re in a relationship with another person, how do you determine how much of them is yours or how much you must give up to be theirs? If someone gives something to you, can it be considered taking? As I’ve learned from my aunt, the other side of gaining, it seems, is losing.

My aunt met her husband while on a mission trip in South Africa. It was both lucky and unlucky. Lucky, because she found him. Unlucky, because she lived in Orange County while he lived in South Africa. A while later, my uncle, Luba, applied for a visa and moved to Orange County to live with my aunt. They were planning their wedding. I thought it was a beautiful story - perfect, even. But I had to think about this new member of my family. I had to think about how his life had been affected, in comparison to my aunt’s, in comparison to mine. I gained a wonderful addition to my family, while he lost his family in some ways. Luba is not able to see his mother any time he wants, or go and visit with his sister, to whom he was very close.  He did become a part of our family, but I can’t imagine that it was the same type of family he had in South Africa. Luba lost his culture but was introduced to ours. He lost his home; he lost somewhere he was very familiar with.  Despite all of this seemingly insufferable damage, Luba has said to me that my aunt makes it all worth it. When he describes her as gorgeous, inside and out, intelligent, amazing, and most of all worth it, it causes me to rethink about the concept of gaining and losing. Maybe the other side of gaining isn’t losing. Maybe it’s backwards. The other side of losing, I’ve realized, is gaining. For everything you lose, you gain something that helps you to grow. All of this does not make their story any less beautiful or perfect, it just embodies the concept of gaining and losing in a way that goes far beyond some colored pencils and a book.

And, isn't she gorgeous?! Of course, she gets those long slender legs from me!
 Love, Danielle

Thursday, March 28, 2013

On doing "woman" better...

This post has been brewing in my soul for a while, and lately, so many conversations and events have reminded me of its relevance. 

It all started about 6 months ago when I was blogging at Panera. At first, I was annoyed that a young dad and his 2 kiddos decided to sit right next to me. I love kids, but sometimes, I need a mental shutdown because I do a lot of “kid” during the week. I had a lot on my mind to get online for Africa. As I suspected, it didn’t take long for an argument to ensue between the kids, one toddler boy and one young girl. I watched, annoyed [my eyes hurt from rolling back and others probably suspected seizure activity] as he let them continue on. and on. and on. Then, I knew they were seated next to me for a reason. When the kids figured it out, the dad leaned in to the girl, established eye contact and at eye level, began to speak into her life. It was beautiful.  Each sentence began with either “You are so____” and “I like the way you were___” and each ended with an internal quality. He acknowledged how kind she had been to her younger brother, how patient. Then he said the simplest sentence that will resonate through her inner being for years to come, “I am so proud of you.”

Soon after, I was out in another environment, when in walked an adorable little girl in a very cute outfit. She must have been 3 years old. Immediately, all the women made comments like “Look at you!” or “You are so cute!” or “I love your dress!” My hair stood up and immediately it struck me. As women, we do this all the time. It’s innocent. We mean well. We are all guilty. I mean, I am sooooooooooooooo guilty when sparkles or a tu-tu is involved.  I began to really think about how we talk to our girls. 

I’ve never been a fan of large groups of women. I can’t stand the drama, the looks, the comparisons. However, lately I’ve been drawn to passing the superficial layer and the stereotypes and diving in deep with women. I have come to realize that when we peel back layer after layer after layer, we all come with the same insecurities.  We all have the same indignation for the focus on the external.  It starts with us, women. We have to change it. We have to start now WITH and FOR our girls- our daughters, nieces, students, friends, strangers. 

I’m reminded of the young dad’s conversation. It has changed the way I speak to my kiddos at work. I slip up sometimes, but I’m trying to forego the comments about clothes or the products of what they do and focus more on acknowledging their “creativity” or “leadership.”

I recently watched the Sheryl Sandberg interview and was struck by her question that I’m sure we can all relate to: "What if every little girl who is told she is bossy is told instead, “you have leadership skills?”

While I do not have daughters of my own yet, this is important to me for two HUGE reasons. Those reasons have names.

  1. Channinge
  2. Brady

Both of these amazing young women are my nieces and fuel the fire for me to do “woman” better. 

Channinge was my first niece and just slid out of the womb wise. She was jovial and gentle and grew up with an increasingly kinder heart by the year.  One memory that will never leave me is one phrase she said to me as a young elementary student. She was in the car with me recounting an experience from the school playground that day when some of her friends were making fun of another student who was less popular, overweight, etc. She had strayed from the popular crowd that day. When I asked her how she felt, she said that she’d rather be alone for the right reasons than with a crowd for the wrong reasons. Then, she said something that my dad and I still use in our own conversations to this very day: “Sometimes you just gotta swing by yourself.” 

 Daddy's girl at a young age--one of my all time fave pictures
 seriously? such glee!


 always fun & laughter 

Brady caused a riot coming out of the womb and quickly let the world know that she’d be a force to be reckoned with. I’ve loved watching her morph into a cautious, sweet-spirited, and brilliant 13-year old. 


 this peace is a glimpse into Heaven

 reflective
 sweetness
 fellow burger critic being introduced to Umami

For me, I’m trying on a daily basis to speak toward inner qualities. When we hear these things, it changes us. We become who we are told we are so speak it often. 

So find that women you admire, and tell her WHY you admire her.

Find that women you don’t admire and may not even like, and tell her one thing that you see in her.

See others the way God sees them.

Change the world by changing your words. 

Love well,

Danielle

Channinge,
You were my first niece and set the bar high. I’ve loved watching you grow. How are you in your 20s?!? I remember waiting in algebra class for your birth to be announced. Your desire for family unity reminds me of my desires and endeavors at your age. Thank you for taking the baton and doing it well. Although I could go on for days, I hope you remember that you are smart, creative, caring, considerate, respectful, patient, forgiving, and wise. I love the responsibility for others that you carry. You are awesome. My greatest possessions include the memories of our times together when I lived in Mississippi. You are loved and you love big.


Brady,
Woah, at all the things you taught me at such a  young age. I am a better therapist because of you. I am a better person because of you. You started out fiery and demanded all of us to do things differently than we’ve ever done. You’ve grown into such a thoughtful, open-minded, and tender hearted young woman. Your honesty is refreshing. I love how reflective you are and the consideration you offer to others. I so enjoy our book conversations and the life conversations that they spur. You are loved and you love so graciously.


Monday, December 19, 2011

Merriest Christmas!

Before signing off for 2011 and heading home to Mississippi, I want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas!

This is my favorite time of the year!
I love the holidays in that they remind us of how we should live daily and provides opportunities to spend more time with friends and family. While Christmas is a joyous time as many of us celebrate the birth of Jesus, it is also a reminder of the brevity of life. While we celebrate His birth, we all know the rest of the story. While many of us celebrate the joy in the season, others mourn. This could be the first holiday without a loved one, a reminder of a desire for family for many orphans and foster children across the globe, and bittersweet opportunities to make memories for sick loved ones.
If you know me I live life as if there’s no tomorrow because frankly, we aren’t promised it—I drink my special wine with special friends in lieu of “saving it,” I give items away, and I am constantly seizing the moments that others may save for a future date. Some have looked appalled when I say “I may be dead this time next year.” Okay, not the best wording for some but evidence that I’m living life to the fullest. For those that know me (and not even that well), you know I focus on the details more than the big picture. For me, love lies in the details and when it comes together the big picture is beautiful, even if messy in the process. With the ever-increasing chaos of the American Christmas, I’ve been trying to focus on the small blessings and details in life that make the days special.
Here are a few that have come to mind:
  • Enjoying laughter with girlfriends over for one of my home-cooked meals
  • Long hot bubble baths with a gossip magazine
  • Saying things because you mean them, not worrying about what others think or social expectancies
  • Snuggling with my babies at work especially when the one I call “Roo” wants to just hold hands (with interlocking fingers, the best kind)
  • Impromptu lunch/dinner dates
  • Drinking coffee and blogging with nowhere to be
  • Turning on the faucet whenever I need/want while knowing many friends around the world don’t have clean water to sustain health and daily activities
  • Sleeping in
  • An unexpected smile or comment from a stranger
  • Good wine and moments wine tasting
  • Getting air mail from my sponsored child in Malawi--is she as excited to get mail and packages from me as I am from her?
I’ll leave you with a few faces that make this season all the more joyous.
Remember to keep a mental count of the little things all year round and give, give, give!
All the best for this holiday season and looking forward to 2012,
Danielle
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. –James 4:14