God bless the music teachers…

Tonight was Cheyenne’s last 8th grade orchestra concert.

The final orchestra concert of each school year in West Fargo is always the all-city concert.  Grades 6-12 come together at the high school and play a few pieces individually as a grade grouping (6th, 7th, 8th, and 9-12) and then they play one piece all together. The whole concert is under an hour, but it is clear that countless hours go into the preparation for that one hour.  All of those students coming together to create a beautiful noise doesn’t just happen as a matter of course; rather, it is an act of dedication, practice, guidance, and patience.  The dedication and the practice comes from the kids, but the guidance and a whole lot of patience comes from the music teachers.  Many of these kids began their musical career in school music in 6th grade.  Such was the case with Cheyenne and her viola.  I can tell you that she has come an awful long way from those first few months in 6th grade orchestra and the excruciating sounds she elicited from the viola.

The West Fargo School District has three teachers that work with the orchestra – Suzanne Larson and Lindsay Schwartz at the middle school level and Heather Klundt at the high school level.  These three women are the place where orchestra lives in the West Fargo School District.  They work with hundreds of students to create an understanding and appreciation of orchestra music.  They develop the discipline and help feed the passion that creates musicians.  I truly cannot imagine how they accomplish all they do at the level they do it at – they are clearly amazing.

I have said it many times before, but I’ll say it again – God bless the music teachers!  The selfless souls that bring joy to not only those who learn to play, but also to all who have the opportunity to listen.  It is a powerful and necessary contribution to our well-being – to express oneself through music, to feel the emotions of music, to allow music to feed our soul – and it often all starts in middle school music.  What a gift these women and music teachers everywhere give us – they deserve our thanks and applause.

Thank you Heather Klundt, Suzanne Larson and Lindsay Schwartz – I offer you a standing ovation for all you do with the kids in the West Fargo School District! ;-)

Day one thousand four hundred and five of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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The role of a lifetime…

The role of “mother” has been the most important and rewarding undertaking I have experienced in my adult life; albeit, I didn’t know at the outset how much is woven into the designation.  Even having grown up as the firstborn of a stay-at-home mother and having developed a true appreciation of the ties between mother and child, I still was on the outside looking in until I grew into my own set of “mother” shoes.  It is only then that you truly appreciate all the things your own mother did for you, tolerated from you, and dreamed for you.

I lost my mother to a stroke over a decade ago, but there really isn’t a day I do not think about her in some form or fashion.  So much of who I am as a person generally, and as a mother specifically, is woven around and through the things I learned from my mother – things that I never even realized I was learning at the time.  It is funny how much takes root in a person without them even realizing it at the time.  Our relationships and experiences so profoundly shape us – for better or worse.  Those relationships can come in a hundred shapes and sizes, but it is the role of “mother” that carries the greatest expectation and therefore the greatest responsibility.

Mothers are viewed as the molders and protectors of children.  They are envisioned as the safe place to fall for their children – the keeper of all things heartfelt.  But we know that not all mothers are the same and that they are not always the nurturers of children’s souls.  Some mothers struggle, some spend many years finding their groove, and some even abandon the role entirely – the role designation is not one of performance, but rather one of birthright.

Let’s face it – being a mother is hard work and the skills and abilities attached to being the mother Hallmark writes cards for are not necessarily innate.  Mothers are not born mothers – they are created.  It is through the thousands of interactions and moments in their child’s life that they become the mother that is held in their child’s heart and mind.  And it is that phenomenon that allows for a “mother” to be so designated based purely on love and commitment – a recognition that motherhood is not a journey merely marked by the birth of a child.  There are so many mothers out there who may not have physically carried a child for nine months, but that have earned their stripes because they held little hands, bandaged bruised knees, hugged away doubts, and encouraged successes.

It is an important, but tough role.  Mothers move from being needed all the time when children are young to being the bane of their child’s existence when they are teenagers to being afforded a knowing reverence when the child grows up and understands the commitment of the mother.  It is the role of a lifetime and it does not take long for one to recognize that this role – the role of “mother” – has the power to completely dwarf all other roles.

There are many platitudes regarding mothers – some that would have you believe that mothers are angels on earth or that they are superior to regular mortals.  While that level of appreciation may be nice on Mother’s Day, mothers know that they did not gain sainthood as part and parcel of accepting the role.  They know that just as their child or children grew – so too did the richness in their role.  Not every choice made was perfect and not every memory was endearing – it was never about perfection…it was about the care, commitment, and enduring bond that was being nurtured throughout it all.

Today, while you are honoring or remembering a mother, take the time to see the woman you are honoring or remembering as a regular person who took on the role of lifetime – a sometimes difficult, but richly rewarding role…a role she likely was naive at the outset about, but grew into over time.  As a sign that has long hung in my house states, “Motherhood isn’t for wimps!”  It is a multifaceted, incredibly difficult, and surprisingly nuanced role that is envisioned and embodied in each mother differently.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of those embracing the role of “mother” – may you find a moment or two in this day to reflect upon the rich gratification this role has brought you and will bring you in the future.  While your official celebration may only come once a year, you know that every day as a mother is one in which you may create a memory that you and your child hang onto for the rest of your lives.  It’s a great gig! ;-)

Day one thousand four hundred and four of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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Fly high, fly far…

Today is the day.

Today a flock of my little birds will leave the nest and go off to their lives beyond college.

Today I will applaud their accomplishments and imagine what their bright futures will look like.

Today I will watch them fly away with enough potential and confidence to conquer the world.

Today I will shed a familiar tear because I know I will miss each one of them uniquely.

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Fly away little birds…fly high, fly far…soar without limits.  Today is your day…and you are ready. ;-)

Day one thousand four hundred and three of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I can hear the bells…

I am gratified this morning to be greeted with the news that Minnesota’s House passed a marriage equality bill.  Now the only thing between marriage equality is the Minnesota Senate and the Governor which are expected to likewise pass the bill and sign it into law.  This makes me happy.  This is an inequality that has long deserved repair.   Finally, it seems like our country is coming to its collective senses and making this right.

This happy news caused my peculiar little mind to start me humming the song I Can Hear the Bells from the movie/play Hairspray.  And yes, regular blog readers – I know you realize from the number of musical connections I make in my blog that I live my life (at least in my head) as a pseudo-musical. Thankfully, not one that I am regularly singing in as a melodic voice is not a gift God bestowed upon me. ;-)

But I digress, the point is to applaud the Minnesota House and all the other states and citizens of this country who have stepped up to support equality as it is guaranteed by the United States Constitution.  This is more than just a vote for gay marriage.  This is a vote for laws that are created, maintained, and reviewed by a governmental framework that is free of the influence of specific religious ideology.  With this vote and votes like it, our country’s constitution is strengthened and the internal societal fabric of our country is more tightly woven.

I am telling you – I can hear the bells. ;-)

Day one thousand four hundred and two of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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Authentic – without apology.

Have you ever felt like you don’t belong – like you are the odd man out – like you stick out like a sore thumb?  I have.  Indeed, I often feel like that.

It is not lost on me that I am peculiar…different…a curiosity.   I recognize that my ability and desire to be “normal” decreases dramatically each year.  Each year I become more comfortable being the crazy lady…each year I apologize less for my quirkiness.

I admit it has not been easy to arrive here.  I always wanted to be liked, to fit in, to feel “normal”, but I found it was more difficult to be those things than to be authentic.  I chose authentic.

Not that authentic is easy.  It is not easy.  Society does a good job of talking difference and tolerance, but when push comes to shove folks want to fit in.  Being authentic can mean that you stand alone.  That is scary to some folks.

But here’s the thing – only by being authentic and living in your skin can those who are like you find you.  Even as you stand alone they will gravitate toward you.  Being authentic does not mean you are destined to be alone, it merely means you are committed to your own truth above the need for approval from the group that wants you to be more like them.

I just want to be me.  I know I stick out and I am okay with that.  I know people may think I am quirky, crazy, odd, and peculiar (among other things).  I know that those that love me as I am really see me.

Never be afraid to be authentic – that is where your freedom is – that is where you live your best life.  It is a place that becomes more alluring and enchanting the longer you are there.  Before you know it you will care less and less about being “normal”.  Trust me, “normal” is overrated, and being a crazy lady like me – well, from where I stand, it is the only way to be. ;-)

Day one thousand four hundred and one of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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