Oct 222011
 


“All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of his possessions was his own, but they shared everything they had.” Acts 4:32


After reading Tova’s incredible essay about her baby Joy, I started feeling a little sad. Because I thought that one day I’d be writing an essay like Tova’s about my family’s adoption. I had the essay all planned out. I even had our Christmas Card designed. It was going to be a family picture in front of our beautiful LOVE WINS sign and underneath our family of six it would say:

JOY TO THE WORLD! Love, The Melton Pot.

The Melton Pot. I mean, seriously. You KNOW how excited I was when that gem lit up my little brain.

But it was not to be. It is what it is, and it’s not what it’s not.

One night while I was pouting, Craig said, “Honey, you know, we’re still the Melton Pot.” And I rolled my eyes and said, “OH, C’MON. NO WE’RE NOT. We’re Asian and white. We might be like a Melton skillet of some sort but we needed Africa to be a Pot. We are So Not a Pot.

Kay, fine. Not a Pot, he said. Sorry, hon.

Anyway, skillets are fine, I guess. I’m just saying that adjusting to the recent changes in my life has been a little tougher than I thought it would be.There is something that I really, really wanted that I gave my all for and I ain’t gonna get it. Because of LYYYYME. Boo. I feel very five years old sometimes.

Like Tish. Tish is quite dramatic. And I am always telling her that sometimes she is so focused on what she doesn’t have that she misses all the wonderful things she does have.

Whenever I tell her this Craig raises his eyebrow at me. SO annoying.

But he’s right. I do that too. I feel sad that I didn’t get the new person I wanted to love, and so I overlook the hundreds of people God gave me to love. YOU PEOPLE.


It’s crazy, really. I have this sickness (it’s back, of course) that doesn’t allow me to get out much, but God gave me this computer, and this community, so that Ican reach out and STILL offer myself to the world. No matter what, He always gives us a way to stay open. Stay open. This is what I’m learning, Stay Open By Any Means Necessary. Do not allow anything that life throws at you to close your heart. Heart wide open. Always. No matter what. If you can do that, good things will come.


Today I want to talk about Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa . . . the December holidays.

I know, it’s not even Halloween, one holiday at a time, I know it.

But we do Christmas preparations a little differently at the Melton Skillet, and it works for us. It is the Melton rule that all Christmas business . . . gift buying, wrapping, etc. . . is done by Thanksgiving. Yep, we miss some sales. But we also spend the month of December in peace, together, making memories instead of trips to the mall. Our minds are not full of to do lists and so stress is low. And since we tell the kids that Santa stops taking gift requests at Thanksgiving, they don’t spend all of December talking about what “they want.”

Each of our kids gets three gifts and if there are ever any future complaints, we plan to ask them if they think they deserve more gifts than BABY JESUS GOT. ON BABY JESUS’ BIRTHDAY. After that, any further complaining will result in each child receiving actual frankincense and myrrh instead of Wii games and skateboards. Have fun with your spices, kiddos. That’s the plan.

Staying out of the stores in December is healthy for our family in many, many ways. This year we’re shutting down the computers in December, too. So we have lots of work to get done at Momastery before the shut down happens.


Back to Monkeedom.


I love you. I really do love you, Monkees. I don’t express how much because I’m afraid of coming across as a dramatic, crazy, cheesy computer lady. But I really do. This community has saved me and made a believer out of me.This community has made me feel safer and braver and cozier out in the big world. You have changed me, supported me. You are like a world –wide family to me, which is the truth, right? We are a world- wide family. That’s how we should all feel. Cozier in the world.


I was watching a news story about the economy recently and there were many families talking about how they were going to have a hard time buying gifts for their children this year. Some said that having their usual Christmas dinner was not an option, because they didn’t have the money for the turkey and the stuffing and the yummy desserts. Some said they were worried about paying the heat bill during the holidays. One man said he just wanted to buy his wife a little necklace, a little something to show her how much her work at home meant to him, but he couldn’t. There just wasn’t any extra. None.


All of this made me want to stick the fork I was holding directly into my eye.


Then I started thinking about how there are probably many Monkee families in these situations, and that made me want to put my fork down and start brainstorming. Because no way, Jose. Not on my watch. Not my Monkees. We might not be able to fix everything, but we can do some things. We can acknowledge each other’s needs, hear them, and then help each other in little ways, because we belong to each other.


You know, I’d rather my kids have three Christmas gifts and your kids have three Chistmas gifts, than my kids have six gifts and your kids have no gifts.

And that’s the bottom line here, for me. And I bet it is for you, too. I think I know you well enough to know that you agree.


I figure that everyone reading this has a need this holiday.

Some of us don’t have enough this year. These Monkees need a hand putting food on the table and buying gifts for their kids.

Some of us have a little extra this year. These Monkees need to reach out to other families and share, in order to wake themselves up and connect and really experience what the holidays mean.

And some of us have just enough. These Monkees need to sit back and witness some miracles, to keep believing in people and love.


We all have needs. When we don’t share our needs, out of pride or fear of rejection, we deprive other people of fulfilling their needs. Sometimes we need to receive and sometimes we need to give. Seasons change. So please decide which type of Monkee you are this year, and participate accordingly.


This is how I’m hoping this Love Extravaganza will work:

Craig and I would like to start the party off by offering checks for $75 to six Monkees who could use the money to make the holiday a little brighter for their families.

SO:

If your family could use this money, leave a comment about how you will use it and then email me at momastery(at)gmail(dot)com with your address. Our check will arrive at your home by Nov 1. The end. No strings. Just tell your story, anonymously or not, not so we can judge how worthy you are of the money, everyone is worthy, just so we can know each other and love and understand each other better.

Now.

Obviously, I am expecting more than six requests.

That’s where you come in.

If you are a Monkee who has some extra this year. . . read the comments. Find another Monkee who touches your heart and reply to her comment. Tell her you will help. Then you both email me and I’ll put you in touch.


**Also…if you are a Monkee who would like to donate money to this cause and let me distribute it….email me. I’ll take care of that, too.


At this point you might ask yourself….how is all of this really gonna work?


Well, how could I possibly know that?


I’m going to do this like I do everything else . . . I’m going to ANNOUNCE THAT IT IS HAPPENING and then wait for crazy things to start occurring and then I’m going to become completely overwhelmed with JOY AND PANIC and start crying and hide under my bed and then Craig will try to teach me to make a spread sheet and a Pay Pal account AGAIN and I will yell at him: WHY DO YOU KEEP TRYING TO CHANGE ME?? and he will say I am not trying to change you, I just think there are more efficient methods of record keeping than writing things on piles of used paper towels and scraps ripped off of Chase’s homework papers, to which I will reply: GOOD GOD, THIS IS NO TIME FOR A LESSON ON CUTTING EDGE TECHNOLOGY. I AM JUST TRYING TO BREATHE, HERE. And then Craig will take the kids away, for their own well-being, and let me work for a couple days.


And it will all get done, in spite of me . . . the same way that this Holiday Love Project got done and this Holiday Love Project got done and this one and THAT ONE and everything else worth doing gets done. One deep breath and little miracle at a time.


And we will wrap all of this up by Thanksgiving, so that we can rest and celebrate, knowing that our sisters are cared for. And our sisters can rest and celebrate, knowing that their families are cared for.


That’s the plan. Help, please. All ideas welcome.


I LOVE YOU.

GDo



PS. Thank You, Bloggess, for inspiring this idea, and so many others.







Jul 102011
 


“It is as great a separation from God to take offense as it is to give offense.” –My Grandfather’s Blessings


My purpose in life is to try to see people more clearly so that in each moment I am becoming a more loving person.

That’s all.


My life’s purpose is not motherhood. That could be taken from me. It’s not wifedom- that could be gone in a second. It’s to love myself and my neighbors with growing passion and mercy. Parenthood and wifedom and teaching and friendship and Sisterhood and writing are just the training grounds that God has provided me to practice my purpose. To practice seeing more clearly, becoming more loving. This is what brings lasting joy, I think. Becoming less afraid of ourselves and each other by discovering that we are all One. And then, the lucky thing is that this peace and joy naturally make me a better mother and wife and Sister and neighbor and writer. Magic.


“Now, once again, what God cares about is not exactly our actions. What he cares about is that we should be creatures of a certain kind or quality.” – CS Lewis


Everybody has a love training ground or two or five . . . and this blog is one of mine. This blog is one of the places I practice straining my eyes and heart to see myself and other people more clearly.


I started this blog because I wanted to try to understand other women better. Things felt so contentious and divided and suspicious and harsh sometimes in the real world, like people were always hiding or actively at war. And one day I wondered, what would happen if I put down my guns, peeled off my armor, and came out of my bunker with my hands up? How would other women respond?


My hunch was that other women would be grateful for the invitation to put down their guns, too. They’re so heavy.

My hunch was that if we could just strain our eyes a bit, if we could resist taking offense, if we could listen with our hearts instead of our hurts, if we could quit categorizing each other, if we could laugh and cry together, if we could just try harder to understand each other . . . we would start to love each other. And my hunch was that loving each other would bring us all some courage and peace and joy. And that loving each other at Momastery would help us become brave enough to practice loving our real life neighbors.


This, my friends, is exactly what has happened here. But let us admit – Peace – like pimpin‘ – ‘aint easy. This is why so few people choose it. War is hell, but war is easier than peace. Hiding is easier, taking offense is easier, dismissing each other is easier, suspecting and judging each other is easier.


And even though we believe in peace, we do those things to each other, don’t we? It’s like it’s easier for us to accept that people far, far away are our neighbors. It’s easy to love the Hatians and the Rwandans and the Sudanese. Loving my neighbors is so much easier if my neighbors are those in third world countries whom I will never meet. It’s so lovely and easy when I get to love my neighbors by sending them cash. I just LOVE those third world neighbors.Because they never hurt my feelings. They never piss me off. They never ignore me.


It is easy for me to love them because I am not in relationship with them.


It is harder to love my REAL neighbors. Those people with different styles and mannerisms and opinions than I, with whom I’m forced to be in relationship day in and day out.


It is easy to stand for world peace and choose war in your own heart.


Peace with those around you . . . that’s the hard stuff. Loving your LITERAL neighbors . . . at home and work and in your own family. That’s the real work. Don’t bother working for world peace if you’re gonna treat those around you badly. Think globally, act locally.


And so it goes with this blog. We have become a family here, and we have taken off our armor, which makes us vulnerable.


 


I took a hit, armorless, last week. I wrote a post based upon my feelings about the adoption likely falling through…and someone said this:


 

Anonymous said…If I ever know of a baby who needs a home, there are more than a few couples I know of. None of them already have three beautiful and healthy children of their own. For most of them, the adoption process would leave them flat broke. My advice would be to say goodbye to the baby phase, which can’t last forever no matter how many babies you have. Then, after saying goodbye with fondness, enjoy this next phase of life, knowing that it will bring with it its own unique joy. And then enjoy the phase after that. Three children ought to keep two parents more than busy for the next couple of decades (though truth be told, I hear it never really ends).If it helps, I’ve never known an infant to give a mother 10 hours of sleep in one night.

Not trying to sound callous. But when I think of my friends who went through a decade of infertility and hormone treatments before adopting and when I think of those who can scarcely afford to adopt, well…



And I was so mad. Let me rephrase that: I was so sad. In our family, we talk about how when we say: I’m mad sometimes what we really mean is: I’m sad. But saying we’re sad makes us feel weak, so we say we’re mad to make ourselves feel powerful. But since power is made perfect in weakness, we decided that it’s likely best just to stick with sad. So we say, I am so SAD at you . . . to each other. It’s weird, but it kinda works. It helps take the sting out.

Plus it’s hilarious to hear Amma screaming I SO SAD AT YOU, MOMMY!!!!!! I. SO. SAAAAAAD AT YOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! in time out. Love it.

So anyway, after reading that comment, I had a sad.




Because them there was fighting words. That was the ultimate criticism for me, in a way I can’t explain. I’ll just assume you get it, since you always do.

And when I read that comment, I wanted to lash out. I wanted attack anonymous. I wanted to make a fool out of her. I wanted desperately to defend myself and my family.

But I didn’t.

Because when one is angry, one’s first reactions are not usually one’s best reactions. So I commanded myself to give myself some time. This was not easy, but sometimes time is love. This thing that was happening needed some time and space. Because the other thing that I know, that I HATE knowing, is that when I am very angry about something that someone has said, it’s because there’s some truth in what she’s said. I know that when I am angry at someone, that person probably has a gift for me, if I can just resist rejecting it.


“Every devil I meet is an angel in disguise.” – Indigo Girls


Now when I take hits on this blog, I usually decide that the loving thing to do is LET. IT. GO. That’s my M.O.: Pray for peace and change the subject. But this time I decided that love doesn’t always mean staying quiet. Sometimes something is so important that love requires speaking up kindly; assuming that there has been a misunderstanding and trying to clear things up.

So I wrote this:


Momastery said…


Dearest Anonymous, If you don’t mind, I’d like to clarify the meaning of your comment so that I can respond appropriately:


Are you suggesting that out of respect for families who are infertile, my husband and I should not have tried to adopt?
Or that I do not have the right to be sad about the loss of my adoption since other people are sadder?
Or that I am trying to evoke undeserved sympathy by writing my stories?
Or that I should not adopt because I need more sleep than I used to?
Or that I should not be sad about losing my adoption because I did not face infertility and I still have some money?
Or that gratitude and pain are mutually exclusive?
Or that that the only reason I want to adopt is a longing to have a baby in my home?

If so, you must not have read much about me or my family’s passion for orphans. You must have missed that adoption HAS in fact…left us flat broke. You must have not yet read about how we’ve used our life’s saving twice to help OTHERS adopt and to help fund orphanages. You must not know about the auctions we’ve held here, right on this blog, to help struggling people finance their adoptions. And you certainly must not know about our dear friends, who are struggling with fertility and how they pray for our adoption while we pray for them to conceive.


There must be a lot you don’t know about me, anonymous, in order for you to judge my motives and dreams and feelings and to simplify my heart and patronize me and my family the way you did… so easily… in your comment. We are not trying to adopt a baby because we like the smell of them. We are suffering through the adoption system again and again because there are babies out there who need people to do so. Even people with healthy, beautiful children at home.


It is very hurtful, anonymous, to be told how to feel. To be told that you don’t deserve to feel the way that you feel, and to be offered unsolicited advice about something so raw, something so deeply rooted in one’s relationship with her God, by someone who doesn’t know her at all.

Is there no end to the things for which we will judge each other?

Anonymous, if you have friends who need a hand in raising adoption funds, you might consider sending them our way. Many of us know how it feels to love a baby you can’t have yet…and we Monkees might be able to help. You just never know, anonymous.

You just never know. Love, G



And then anonymous wrote this:


Anonymous said…


I think you are taking my comments too personally and too much like criticism and I’m sorry for that. I’m also sorry for misunderstanding your motives.

Since this is a widely followed blog, I would expect you to anticipate a wide range of comments. Just so you know, my heart also breaks for orphaned children, especially those in foreign lands. I applaud your efforts to want to help needy children. Since bringing them all here and to other countries is a costly time consuming and somewhat futile effort (albeit a greatly noble one, don’t get me wrong), might I just toss out something else to think about? As long as women are oppressed instead of empowered, there will remain stuffed orphanages in third world countries. As long as religions (and more specifically, the Catholic church) teach women in ALL nations that choices about family planning and birth control are NOT theirs to make, we will continue to observe more of these tragic situations.

As you might be aware, it is rumored that the pope is currently mulling it over whether or not condoms might be acceptable as a means of preventing the spread of AIDS. MIGHT be acceptable. He’s thinking about it. And that’s the best case scenario. The worst case scenario is that he continues to refuse to think about it. Aside from out of control population growth and the spread of AIDS (which orphans children), organized religion also often contributes to the idea that men are somehow more valuable then women. And as a result of this idea (again combined with out of control population growth), we see orphanages stuffed to the gills with unwanted “lesser” baby girls.

You seem to be a nice person, Glennon. I’ve enjoyed reading your blog. But you also seem to be somebody who wants to bring God into the equation and give him credit in all things. Since you obviously care about orphaned children, I wonder if you think that the very beliefs that enslave and entrap them the most come from God. The Catholic church seems to think this. And you seem pretty Catholic. I commend your efforts but I don’t appreciate being lectured. And I’m sorry for your pain right now. There are lots of ways to help children of all ages and I hope you find one. I hope we all find ways.



And then I didn’t speak to anyone in my house for 12 hours. Truly, I just walked around like a zombie, thinking and thinking and thinking. And praying. Craig was scared.


And all of a sudden I remembered something my friend Beirne taught me the week before. And all of a sudden something moved that was blocking my vision and I could see a little more clearly. And I was filled with joy. I was JUST like the Grinch who’s heart grew TWO SIZES THAT DAY ….




And I wrote this:


Momastery said…

I think I see what’s going on here. We have a BOTH/AND situation here. My friend Beirne just taught me about this. How fortuitous.

 

When I was a teacher, I worked (loved) at a school made up of recently immigrated children. And while I was there, this set of laws was passed called “No Child Left Behind” which was a big problem for schools and kids like mine. The lawmakers started with good intentions, to hold schools accountable for their kids’ progress, but as with much else, things became oversimplified and therefore dangerous. In short, the tests they used to assess students, like all standardized tests, were massively biased against students who spoke English as a second language, students from poverty, and special needs students. So, basically, my whole school. I was angry about No Child Left Behind. My students were brilliant, and I wanted them to be able to show it. My school was filled with sacrificial, intelligent, passionate educators, and I wanted them to be able to prove it. I hated those tests. But I also knew that right or wrong, much of my students’ future success would be based upon standardized tests. And I knew that my job, then and there, was to prepare my 24 students for the real world they’d face, not the world I wished they faced.


So my friend, Amy, and I met and met and talked and worked and came up with some pretty amazing ideas to help these kids learn how to beat standardized tests. Well, my whole school did, but Amy and I got most of the credit for it. And our ideas started to work. Our kids started kicking tail. And schools like ours all over the country started using our ideas, and it turned into a book which still sells like crazy in the educational world today.


And I instantly became an educational “expert.” And people would interview me and say things like “So, Mrs. Melton, how long do you predict it will be until the American educational system catches up with China?” And I’d say… “Um. Seven?” And they say ”Yes, yes, very interesting.” That is a true story. About this time is when I stopped having any faith at all in experts of any sort. We got a lot of praise for our book, Amy and I. But we got a lot of criticism too. Many people said, “You are EDUCATORS. You KNOW how flawed these tests are. Why are you working WITH THESE HORRIBLE TESTS? Why aren’t you fighting AGAINST these tests that you know aren’t good for children?”


And we’d shrug and say: You’re right. We agree with you. But the thing is that we have these students in front of us. And we owe them. They are our job. THEM, not the law changing. We can’t march on Washington because we are in the classroom preparing our students. So maybe we could work together. Maybe YOU could march on Washington and meet with the lawmakers while we teach. Maybe this problem is so big that it takes both kinds of people. People at the capital working on the big ideas and the political structures and THE MAN while we stay on the ground and make sure THESE LITTLE LOVIES don’t fall through the cracks while change is happening. We won’t sacrifice a single one of them. Each one of them is worth more to us than the big ideas. That’s just the way we are, we teachers. We’re short sighted that way. But to solve challenges as big as orphans and fair education we need short sighted AND LONG sighted people. We need BOTH. We need folks serving on the ground and folks lobbying at the capital.


Anonymous, You are Right. I hear you. I agree with much of what you said and I have had many of those same thoughts about the politics of adoption…but as my friend Beirne says…NONE of that matters to the child right now, waiting in an orphanage, for a mommy and daddy to come take him home and offer him a chance at life. None of it, no matter how right it is.

I think it takes both of us, Anonymous. And and both. Love, G


PS. You are also right, I think, about me being a little catholic. I’m not practicing, but I think I still have a little left in me.

 

My friend Kate just sent me a St. Francis medal for Theo and he wears it on his collar and it makes me very happy. I love that St. Francis. I love lots of those saints, actually. I read about them and learn from their lives all the time.


I know and respect lots of modern day Catholics too. My Sister is one, you know. John, too. And his whole wonderful family. And I love the ceremony and majesty of Catholicism. Love the Sisters of Charity. And my grandmother said a novena for me every night when I was a drunk. Coulda been that that saved me, who knows?


It certainly does have its hypocrisies and contradictions and shameful dealings, the Church, doesn’t it? All churches do. They’re made up of people, after all. I hope they have people on the ground and people at the Vatican. It’ll take ‘em both kinds to fix things, I think. And/ Both. Always does. But Anonymous . . . listen. If I ever get a chance to meet the Pope, I promise to slip him some condoms in your honor. Promise. Love Again, G




And then. Miracles of miracles. Anonymous and I finished with this:



Anonymous said…

I’m sorry I said anything because I initially misunderstood the situation and I wasn’t trying very hard to understand.
It really wasn’t my place to say what I said. I tend to look at religion in absolutes. I left my religion for many reasons but the final straw was because I couldn’t tolerate the way they were treating gays. I felt that I had to take a stand. I know other people who try to take the good in it and work with it. I think there’s a place for those people but I couldn’t do it myself. Anyway, I’m sorry my initial post came across so horribly. I didn’t mean to sound so offensive though I can understand now why I did. Best wishes to you and your family now and in the future. I believe life can surprise us sometimes as we’re making our plans.


Momastery said…

Anonymous,

 

I hear your apology and I understand, appreciate, and accept it. For what it’s worth, I am deeply grateful that you said what you said. The journey it’s taken me on during the past three days has been important for me. I’ll explain more later, but for now… I’ve been listening to this song this morning and thinking of you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6qDb-EIokA Love, G



I have to tell you that this was my proudest moment on this blog, ever, ever, ever. Just this little back and forth between me and a woman I’ll never meet, deep in the comments sections.Because remember this? Remember our common Monkee beliefs?



Monkees have no set of common beliefs except these:

Here, we treat others how we want to be treated.

Here, we believe that love and restraint can overcome differences, fear, mistrust and competition among women.

Here, politics and business die. Feel free to revive them as soon as you leave this place.

Here, we agree with Mother Theresa, that “when we judge people, we have no time to love them.



I think this interaction PROVED our beliefs to be true. LOVE WINS. It’s a miracle. It was a miracle to me…here were two people . . . ANONYMOUS people, so hurt by each other, but not giving up, trying to understand each other . . . and discovering- they were on the same team all along, just playing different positions.


Clarity. Joy. Peace.


I think if we want to see miracles like this in our real lives . . . we just need to try harder with each other. We have to be careful with what we say to each other and we have to be careful about how we listen. We have to listen with our hearts instead of our heads. We have to want to understand each other, and we must refuse to be easily offended. We have to stop loving drama and start loving peace. And if we do this, we WILL see miracles in our relationships. We will start seeing more clearly and we will become more loving people. And this will bring us Joy and Peace. I know it. I’ve done the experiment.


And listen to this crazy thing.


Today I was sitting in church thinking about all of this. And I thought: My purpose in life is not to adopt. My purpose is to see myself and others more clearly, in order to become a better lover of people. And this journey, this adoption journey HAS helped me see more clearly. With help from the Rwandan babies and friends like Tara and Isaac and Beirne and anonymous and so many others. With help from you.


This adoption journey has been a love training ground for me. And the outcome might not be a baby. The outcome might be that I am a better lover of people.


HOW FREAKING AWESOME IS THAT?


I can’t stand it.


Love You.


Also, VOTE FOR US! Everyday!


Love, Love, Love

G