Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Go Ahead and Jump

My girl wrote the essay below a few weeks ago.

Coach and I make a conscious effort to put our kids in situations that scare them.  Sound mean?  It's not intended to be.  It's intended for fun.

Because fear can be paralyzing, we try to do all we can to counter it and teach the kids to face fear head-on.

We take them cliff-jumping, and canoeing, and whitewater rafting, and mountain climbing so they learn that once you get past the fear of a situation you can enjoy the freedom of it.

Or, if you're me,  you can enjoy a trip to the emergency room. And that's okay, because sometimes you have to face the fear of needles. That's what they say anyway.

The cliff jumping is something we do every year mainly because it's fun, but it's also scary for the kids- they have to build their bravery every year to make themselves jump again.

Many times we've wondered if these adventures- the cliff jumping and whitewater rafting- are making a difference.   Because if we are going to keep things honest here, there are times the kids are less than enthused about leaving the pool and iPhones and friends behind to go "out in nature for the day" as V says like it's a plague.

But there is always laughter, and occasionally we crash a family reunion or get lost or find the world's best brownie and ice cream along the way.

A few weeks ago I received  an e-mail from AC's teacher telling me about an essay she wrote. AC tells it better than I can, so here you go:

When I was younger, I was always jealous of my brother. Not because he got a cell phone before me, or because he got to stay up later than me at night. I was jealous of my brother because he was never scared of the things he wanted to do. If any challenge in life came towards him, he could tackle it, no problem. I on the other hand, was not like that.

Once, when I was about seven years old, my family and I went hiking to this really big, six story high rock surrounded by miles of rock. To a seven year old, that's pretty high.

My brother one…two…three… jump! No problem. My older sister, one…to…three… jump! No problem. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t think I should.” I uncourageously said to my mom. So I sat, eating my peanut butter crackers, while my siblings continued to jump.

On the drive home, I thought about that day and what happened. I knew that mom mom said it was ok that I didn’t jump and that I could do it next time, but that wasn’t what I thought about. I was disappointed in myself.

Looking back on that day, I wish I had jumped.

Recently we went back to the rock, and I jumped.

But, I still regret not jumping that day because without jumping, I never knew what I was missing.

My story does not just apply to jumping of a rock. It can apply to daily life in every one. Two year olds to eighty year olds. We all have a little bit of courage inside of us, and sometimes we need that little something to get it out of us. Today, I encourage you, to jump off that rock into the great adventures that life can bring you. Just because of courage.



You know what I remember?



She jumped.

See y'all


Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Es Mayo!

Listen, last night I made it home and decided that I couldn't do another thing.  Dinner was only going to happen if the dinner fairy came or if Coach cooked it for us.  It was just the two of us, so I figured that if I had to settle for some rice and a hunk of Velveeta Cheese that I'd just make peace with it.

I should have just gone with Velveeta.  I did manage to sear some steaks for us while he made the "side dish."  And by dish, I mean drink.

You may not know this, but Coach has been converted to a Crossfit Crazy which means he jumps on boxes, stands on his hands, and drinks coconut milk.

I would just like to point out for the record, that cultures that rely heavily on coconut milk are not naturally thin people which seems counterintuitive to me, but I don't like coconut.  Maybe I'm not giving it a fair shake.

Speaking of shakes.  That's what he made us, and by "he" I really mean me because he couldn't figure out how to work the food processor.  So he poured coconut milk all over  the kitchen and then I made the shake.  It was a concoction of berries, spinach, and coconut milk.

It tasted like coconut flavored gravel.  So he choked that down all by himself while bemoaning the cost of a Vitamix Blender.  He saw one on a YouTube video and asked if I knew where to get one.

Oh sure I do.  But I asked Coach if he was really going to spend $700 on a blender.  He said there was no way a blender costs $700 (says the man who flipped completely out when we paid $29 for khaki pants- and then he took them back because they were too expensive!).

I said, "Yes, there is a way.  The people who make the blender decided that $700 was the price, and that is how the blender came to cost $700."

He said, "I don't believe that."

And yet, it is still true.

All that to say, if I want to avoid liquid side dishes that involve any sort of coconut ingredient, I'm obviously going to have to make them myself.

And since it is May and it is sunny and warm and I'm all hopped up on spinach and coconut milk, we are having a Mexican Fiesta tonight.  And it will be healthy.  And there will be NO coconuts.



For my 24-Day Challenge friends- this is a go for you as well!

I"m making homemade salsa, guacamole, and a healthy version of chicken enchiladas; we'll also eat some spicy black beans and leftover wild rice salad.  I don't tell the family they're healthy though.  It is hands down, their absolute favorite meal.

If you want the recipes you can find them by clicking the links below.  And for those of you who are doing the 24-Day Challenge with us, these are all approved.  If you are cleansing, leave off the cheese!

Salsa
Guacamole
Chicken Enchiladas
Spicy Black Beans