I'm so excited to share that I've been admitted to UW Seattle's Masters in Elementary Teaching Program! In the spirit of celebration, I thought I'd share my favorite kids quotes (because as we know, kids just say the darndest things.)
"Miss Sowers, did you know that I rode a dinosaur to school today?"
-Will, 4 years old
"Did you know that dinosaurs have to be naked all the time? They don't wear any clothes!"
-Noah, 5 years old
"Miss Sowers, did you know that you are older than my grandma? And she is older than Jesus!"
-LorieMae, a 4 year old who has no concept of time
"Miss Sowers, your hair looks different today. But don't worry, your face is still the same."
-2nd grader
"My dad did my pony today (pony= ponytail.) Yeah...he's not very good."
-Raya, 4 year old
My 5th grade nanny girl, Noelle, complaining about her sister: "She should be
called 'Goodness Gracious!' and I should be called 'Number One Most
Awesome,' because I am incredibly awesome."
Noelle's sister, Anya:
"Kendra, I have a really special present for you! I've been waiting to give it to you all day."
"Well, your presents have been awesome before, so I'm excited."
When I stop the car at their house, she nearly flies at me from the
back seat and before I can say, "Ah!!" she stamps my forehead with a
rhino stamp! Whaat?
But it doesn't turn out like a rhino... it looks like a giant hickey.
Well, thanks, evil child. I should have known better.
"So, when we're born do we come down as a seed?"
"Um...yeah, kind of like that."
-Devin, 4 year old asking THE QUESTION
"Someday when I grow up, I'm going to marry my brother!"
-Raya, 4 years old
"Are we doing paper machete today?"
-4th grader
"Whad up, bwo!"
"Hey bwo!"
"Hey gee!"
-4 year olds with swag who can't pronounce their r's
"Kendra, I think if you were a boy instead of a girl you'd be really buff."
(Thanks, but where'd that come from? I'm so skinny!)
-Noelle, 5th grade
"I was praying for you all night in my heart."
-Mia, 6 years old, when I was pretty sick last fall
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Oh No! It's FoMO!
“Kendra, I am experiencing some serious FoMO,” my friend confessed. “I am seriously afraid of missing out.”
She began to explain how the stresses of work,
relationships, and needing more community couldn’t be more overwhelming. Being
a twenty-something felt so overrated. I couldn’t agree more. Over the last
couple years, I’d been riding the waves of sickness and heatbreak. FoMO – the
fear of missing an opportunity and having regrets – was no stranger.
We’ve all been there. Ever scrolled
through facebook on a bad day? Everyone’s life looks so much better. The
dogs are cuter, the babies don’t cry, the sport stadiums are brighter, and
look! two new engagements. Is everyone leaving us behind? And worse, our
friends are out enjoying a night on the town. We are most definitely missing
out.
Or perhaps you’re more familiar with FoMO’s cousin, YOLO (‘You
only live once’)! Now I’m all down for some spontaneous fro yo, but it’s a
delicate dance. We’ve all been swept up in the moment and thought later, WHAT
happened? Then we have to tighten our budgets, loosen our belts, or cover up
that butterfly tattoo or that hickey. It can make for some great stories and
laughs, but sometimes it can be devastating.
Around the time of this conversation, I lost my Ipod touch. This
made me acutely aware of my impulse to constantly be checking updates online. I
didn’t want to miss out on the dialogue, but the world kept buzzing on without
me. However, when I was forced to miss out, I became more available. I had a memorable
conversation with the woman bagging my groceries. I could simply watch the sun dipping
over Lake Washington. It was breathtaking, and it didn’t need to be everyone
else’s moment, just mine.
My friend and I began to realize that at the heart of FoMO
is some pretty crippling fear. The fear of being alone, unwanted, or
unrecognized. Shouldn’t we be entitled
to that vacation, that night out, that pay-raise, that relationship, that new
car, that _____ ?
FoMO, if left to its own devises, never allows you to see
what you already have.
At different times in my life, FoMO has tempted me to make
decisions I knew were only temporarily satisfying, because waiting for
something better is uncertain. I’ve also walked through days unknowingly
clouded by jealousy and disappointment.
Sometimes, life just sucks. Sickness, loosing a great job, a
dream, or someone you love can make FoMO seem inevitable. But every time I’ve
stopped to name what I’m thankful for, these blessings exceed every fear, every
disaster, every heartbreak.
My ultimate solution is to stop focusing on myself and look
to Jesus.
17 The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.
-Zephaniah 3:17, ESV
18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear.
18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear.
-1st John 4:18, NIV
Then the buzz of FoMO disappears. Instead, there is peace. I
remember that God wants me right here, right where I am in the midst of
frustrating circumstances.
My wise friend said, “I think the original sin was because
of FoMO.” If you’re a Christian, you believe this— that since the beginning of
humanity, we naturally choose our own way over God’s best way…because we are
afraid of missing out.
But you see, FoMO is an illusion. A trick.
In actuality, I’m not defined by how exciting or good my
life is, but by God’s love for me. Whether rich or poor, sick or healthy, I am
loved and have the opportunity to love others. I trust that God is working out all circumstances for good. This is the ultimate peace and
satisfaction. Even if I made it to every social event, had the best loving
relationships, a dog that didn’t poop, a millionaire’s budget, and lungs like
Lance Armstrong’s, these blessings would dim in comparison with simply being
with Jesus. I’ll take him any day over FoMO.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Chasing Stallions
the black beauty, the pearl
in the
wilderness --
you must not try to tame it.
you must not try to tame it.
I hear its
thunder in the canyons
of
loneliness – long drives,
Friday
nights, hot summers, holidays.
I hear its
laughter at weddings,
and in the
first blush of spring,
shaking
petals from its mane.
I watch it
bow its head at funerals
like a
graying soldier,
softened
from years of sacrifice.
What is it
like? To curl one’s fingers
in its mane
and ride on the wings
of its
thunder?
I’ve felt its
shadow
for a
fleeting moment—
the flash of
its tail,
its
lightning eyes.
But I am
still chopping
dinner for
one.
Sometimes my
heart screams
out for Love
like a hot kettle.
Aren’t we
all sometimes
a foal in
Love?
Can we help
it?
And of the
lesser perks,
who wouldn’t
mind a foot rub?
But I’ve
learned to not go chasing
into the
desert with a bridle
and reins.
Our bridal
dreams, our silly
schemes, we think
we can
reign over
Love?
We get our
feet twisted
in the
stirrups and a
plume of
dirt in our faces.
So I say,
if Love
wants me, let it come
softly as
the night
when my eyes
are closed,
and I’ve
kicked off my chasing boots.
Then it can
lower its great neck
and I can
stroke its mane.
Then,
finally, I will be ready
to ride along
its thunder.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Sisters
Her dreams
are red,
Loud as a
steam engine,
Sharp as the
blade of a rudder.
Mine are
cherry morsels
Savored
quietly,
Stems tied into
a
Graceful
knot.
She grasps
for constellations—
A
lion-hearted dreamer.
Soon she
will be mingling among
Red carnations
in Spain,
Lifting tappas to her tongue.
I’ll be watching
the night sky
From our front porch,
From our front porch,
Sitting in the echoes
Of
our childhood home,
Strumming songs about tomorrow.
Strumming songs about tomorrow.
Am I grown up now?
Bending over a child's desk
Like a willow tree.
But haven't I always?
But haven't I always?
How eagerly I make myself into a shelter
For the ones I love.
For the ones I love.
Sister, how
your feet itch
To wander!
You beautiful, red bird.
You beautiful, red bird.
And I’ll
travel many miles
In a few
tiny steps.
How our
same bones,
Same blood,
Love the
world so intensely!
Me- the
whisper
You- the
roar.
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