Months ago now, my family and I were invited to my friend Monica’s home—an experienced nothing short of delightful for all of us. We guffawed at each others’ comments, scooped steaming heaps of food on plastic plates, relaxed. But what struck me was the nature of my friend’s entertaining.
Monica is a local Ugandan friend. We drove to her home on roads with so many potholes our heads nearly hit the roof, save the seatbelt. She and her five relatives resided in a single concrete room with a barred window.
My son was five. The six of us were headed to Uganda in about three months. And there were so many reasons I did not want to encounter the realities uncovered by the Vanderbilt Assessment, or my child’s pediatrician, or our family tree: ADHD, and eventually, accompanying (and profound) dysgraphia.
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- What is one great memory you have with me, and one you have with Dad/Mom (the opposite parent; feel free to modify for your parenting situation)?
- What’s one of your favorite school subjects? What about your least favorite?
- What’s one of the most fun things you’ve done lately?
- What’s one way you feel people don’t always “get” you?
- What do you love about our house?
- If you could ask me any question, what would it be? (I can’t promise I’ll answer it, but I can promise I’ll consider it.)
- If you could go to any time in history, where and when would you go?
- Is there anything in your life right now that makes you feel sad, angry, or afraid? (For tips on dealing with fear, check out this post and its sequel.)
- If you could enter into the world of a movie you’ve seen, what would it be?
- If you could be an animal for a day, which would you pick?
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I love what Kathleen Kelly, aka Meg Ryan, says in You’ve Got Mail–because for this lifetime, voracious reader, it’s true: “When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your life does.”
Author’s note to newcomers: Our family of origin—or the culture in our own homes—has a considerable impact on our work, our rest, the lens through which we interpret relationships, our kids, our conversation, our spirituality, even our sex life (betcha didn’t think you’d find them in there!).
Lying in bed a few nights ago–makeup rinsed off (if I was wearing any), the beginnings of my double chin/jowls showcased by the position of head on pillow–I glimpsed an advertisement in a leading women’s magazine for an aging serum available only at high-end retailers. The model was lovely; perfect for the enticing caption: effortless beauty.
Her makeup was invisible, lashes were long and perfectly separated, skin creamy. She looked like one of those .0001% people who, upon waking, her partner may actually roll over, like in the movies, and say, Man, you’re gorgeous in the mornings. This does not happen at my house, and I consider it an attribution to my husband’s integrity that he does not contrive elaborate fairy tales about this point.