Archive for December, 2011

2011: Shifting Ground

December 31st, 2011

2012 is one day away and, like everyone does at this time of year, I find myself looking back over the year as well as looking forward. There is a part of me that wants to just rush forward, slam the door shut on 2011 and forget about this past year. But, I also feel the need to document this year a little, it was a big year, a lot happened this year, good and not so good.

I thought an easy way for me to document the year without dwelling on it too much would be to just compile a quick list of my most popular and favorite posts from the past year, but as I started to look at my analytics and thought back on the post I’ve written this year, well, it just didn’t seem like a really good gauge for what happened this year. Sure I wrote about leaving Prague, my sister-in-law getting married, birthing my second child at home, and deciding to move to Seattle. Those were big events from this year. But, what I couldn’t write about was the pain we carried for those we cared about who faced abuse, divorce, law suits, loss of income, foreclosures, miscarriages, cancer, and more. What I couldn’t put into words was the many goodbyes, the internal struggles with placelessness, loneliness, and the overhanging unknowns.

It felt like the ground was constantly shifting underneath us this year. Even as I watch the ground continue to shake for many I love I feel our footing stabilizing for the first time all year, perhaps for the first time in a few years. We’ve been tossing about in a sea of uncertainty and instability and we’ve finally reached solid land. I admit I had more than a little trepidation about where we were landing, but now that we’re here I feel like I can finally breath with my feet on firm soil.

I feel excited about 2012. I feel excited about the future in a way that I haven’t felt since our first year in Prague. I feel like Bryan and I are coming into our own for the first time feeling more at peace with who we are, what we are doing and where we are going than we ever have.

2012 may not look as exciting from the outside, we won’t be gallivanting around Europe, having dinner parties with people from all over the world. We won’t be living in an intentional community/farm like we had thought we might be. We wont be having a baby, starting a new career, or moving. We won’t be doing exciting things, and our actions this year probably won’t change the world. For the first time since we first got married our life will look prettying much the same as an other suburban family. But, I feel like it fits for now. It works for this stage of life. And at least right now, I’m excited about it.

I don’t think I have ever felt so anxious to say goodbye to a year as I am to say goodbye to 2011. Nor have I ever felt so anxious to start a year as I am to start 2012. So bring on the bubbly, let’s get this party started and ring this year in right!

Rejoicing in the journey,
Bethany Stedman

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If you come to my house….

December 16th, 2011

If you come to my house for dinner…

You can expect to be given a home cooked meal made of real food…but, it’s very likely that there will be dirty dishes in the sink.
Expect to be eating largely organic, free-range, and grass fed as the case may be…but my toddler may sing ABCs during dinner, or reach clear across the table for bread, or roll his toy car on your back.
Expect that I will have good beer (usually local) that you can enjoy…but, you may be dragged to the playroom to play cars or asked to hold the baby for a bit.
Expect to be heartily welcomed…but, you may be asked to leave early because we aren’t afraid to kick people out because we’re tired.
Expect casual, comfortable and usually messy.
Expect laughter and conversation…but expect it to be interrupted by kids and seasoned with awkwardness now and then.

If I invite you to my home for dinner…

I expect you to play with my kids at least a little.
I expect you to make yourself at home – take your shoes off, help yourself to water, beer, raw milk or whatever other drinks are around, change the music if you want.
Excuse the mess and pardon the kids chaos.

I love having people over, i would usually much rather have people in my home than go to someone else’s, but I’m not a Martha Stewart type of host. When I invite someone over I invite them into a little bit of myself – I am messy, and unfinished and so is my home. I am not interested in facades or perfection, I can’t maintain them. I am interested in friendship, I am interested in building authentic community.

I will welcome you into my home on the day when my kids took extra long naps, and I am refreshed and prepared, and on the day when I only got two hours of sleep and didn’t have time to clean. I will welcome you in on the days when I’m energized and creative and the days when I just can’t snap out of my negative funk. Sometimes I might ask all the right questions and we’ll have a great conversation. Other times I might be tired and awkward and we may end up just watching an episode of Friends or Modern Family together.

So, come on over. Come in and take a seat. Breathe. Relax. I won’t pretend if you won’t. Welcome to the mess, the chaos, the unfinished work in progress. Welcome to my home.

Rejoicing in the journey,
Bethany Stedman

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Microcephaly: A New Twist in our Journey

December 5th, 2011

A few weeks ago my daughter, Sage, was diagnosed with microcephaly. It essentially means that her head is measuring more than two deviations too small. Microcephaly is a neurological disorder and there are a lot of different reasons why this can happen and a wide variety of problems it can be associated with.

Our pediatrician recommended blood tests and an MRI to try and determine the cause and extent of the issue. So far the blood work has all come back normal and we have yet to do the MRI. We’ve also seen a neurologist and been referred to a geneticist. As we’ve learned a little more though, it seems likely that we will never know a cause or, in advance, how it might effect her. It also seems likely that she will have some developmental delays of some sort. They could be mild delays or severe delays, they may show up right away or not for a while, and at this point it seems we have no way of knowing.

I honestly feel weird writing about it, since I don’t feel like we really know anything. All we really know is that she’s measuring at 2.4 deviations and that there’s a good chance she will have some developmental delays, although there’s also a chance she could grow up without any noticeable delays at all. We just don’t know.

In some ways I’ve been really thankful that we found this out right in the middle of a move, when there’s lots to do and not much opportunity to stop and think. The little research I’ve been able to do has made me realize that maybe its better for my psyche if I don’t do any at all. It’s hard to feel so helpless, though, and to live with this constant unknown.

I love my little girl so much. We bonded so much more quickly than I did with my son. I look at her and my heart melts. I can’t imagine my life without her and have already sort of forgotten what life was like before she was born. I want her to have a wonderful and full life. I don’t want her quality of life to be diminished because of this. I don’t want her life to be more difficult because of this. It breaks my heart to think of all of the what-ifs and how this may affect her over time.

And then she locks eyes with me and smiles and I know that whatever comes we are going to be ok. My beautiful little girl will always be my beautiful little girl. And I feel ready to face whatever comes, together, as a family.

Rejoicing in the journey –
Bethany Stedman

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