Thursday, April 12, 2012

Stereotypes

There is nothing like having foreign visitors to highlight our stereotypes as a "Canadian" family, as "Canadians", as "Canada", as "Vancouver", as "Steveston".  I could argue all these terms are hard to define in the first place and yet a series of images and behaviours have attached themselves to us and these places that make them what they are, at least in part.

It is easy to tell the stereotypical story, check off the stereotypical images and our visitors will think they met Canadians and saw Canada.

But did they? 

Our French Home stay Julia and my Aunt Shirley (Great Aunt to my kids!) from Australia were just here this week.  We showed them snowy log cabins in the forest, lakes with trees to the waterline, ferries, boats, Granville Island, the Canada Line, The City of Vancouver, The Empress, the Legislature, museums, misty islands.......

We fed them salmon on the grill, salmon burgers, burgers, milkshakes, clam chowder, poutine.

We talked hockey.

And there was SO Much more we could have done and showed them if we had had more time.

Truly on the map of Canada they saw the smallest speck. 

One small moment in which we bust at least one myth, was at the "welcome to Canada" BBQ at the school on Tuesday.  We had the Fraser River Fiddlers come in to perform.  They were 4 young people in jeans, t-shirts and cowboy hats and boots.....stay with me.....they had fiddles and man could they play.....they had the whole room tapping their toes and clapping along.....and what stunned the visitors......all the fiddlers were Asian!   The French teens couldn't stop talking about it.

I think our blended South African/Canadian immigrant family also busted a few myths. And also massacred the French language a fair bit...ok so that was me... but I was trying to be a friendly Canadian.  We didn't, however, reveal that we eat ketchup on our french toast.....some things are just for "family" afterall.

We are lucky to have these things to share with the world.....to live in this magnificent place on the planet.  I love showing it off and it never ceases to make me feel grateful to live here and I hope it never feels boring or old.....that I never feel entitled to this place.

So we saw no Beavers, No Mounties (in regalia), No Moose (other than stuffed)...... What do you think when you think of "Canada" and "Canadians"?


Monday, April 9, 2012

Low Tide

When we were in Monterey California a few weeks ago we visited the famed Cannery Row.  The connection to the American author John Steinbeck was made visible all throughout the Row.  I had meant to re-read some Steinbeck before I went but it was one of the items left unchecked off on the TO DO list!.


I picked up a copy of one of his lesser known books "Cannery Row" while there and have just finished it.  It is an odd little book but I so enjoyed the quality of the writing and am re-enthused to read some more classic literature now.

The evocative writing in "Cannery Row" came to me as I walked along the Boardwalk in my home village of Steveston on the weekend.  It was low tide and the muddy flats were revealed under the canneries and boat lofts that dot our part of the Fraser River close to it's mouth into the straight of Georgia.


With Steinbeck ringing in my ears I  could almost hear the long ago voices of the Japanese fishermen and the women canning.......Unlike Steinbeck quoted in the first photo above, I feel a sort of melancholy in the low tide where the detritus of the river is revealed and the margins bared.....the squelching, muddy, stinky edges disappearing into the flowing river......it's not  the pretty time of the river.



I enjoyed focusing on the low tide as I walked a familiar, often trod path.....and I enjoyed a rare moment to take some photos in this crazy busy week.



Friday, April 6, 2012

Good, Gooder, Goodest...How was your Friday?

That grammatical incorrectness makes me shudder..........I can hear my English teacher yelling from Heaven!!! Not to mention my Mother!

I am mindful of the somberness that my faith focuses on today and the irony of it being called Good Friday.... I am no theologian so I commend to you a post on why Good Friday is Good..... if you care to know.....

What makes Good Friday good? - The Lindsay Post - Ontario, CA

Despite my best intentions I have had very little time to reflect on things today.  Our French home stay, Julia,  was up early and so I got up and going too......nothing worse than waking up in a strange house with strange people (not me of course) and not knowing when you can get up.....and I was worried she'd be hungry.

We delivered her to the school for her tour today and then Lindsay and I whipped around this town east to west and north to south gathering things on my list for the big Soiree on Tuesday for the French kids, our kids and the families here..... about 150 people and somehow I am in charge...... how DID that happen??  Things are on course and my helpers are coming forward......not gonna lie....will be happy when everyone is fed on Tuesday evening!

I made 8 cards today.  It was nice to have some creative, scrapbooky-type time although I was feeling the time crunch a tad. 

In writing 3 of the cards to three young people in our church who are getting baptised on Sunday I multi-tasked and had a moment to reflect on today and on some bible verses and to at least turn a grateful heart towards my Creator for what He accomplished for me today........unworthy as I am.

So the TO DO list has plenty of check marks........ now planning how to be good tourists tomorrow on our way to the Cabin.....all suggestions welcome......anyone ever gone in to Bridal Falls? 

Anyway...off to drive the Youth to skate at the Olympic Oval and then to Tim Hortons for donuts - a great Canadian experience for Miss Julia.

Happy Easter Friends!

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Easter Weekend 2012

There is a certain mystery in something new......fresh.....unknown......also a small frisson of anxiety or apprehension.
For some people it saps their energy and for some it feeds them.
I am on the fence.
Sometimes I love the thrill of something new, love going on a trip to a new place, discovering a new shop or restaurant etc.
But I also love routine and predictability and traditions and rituals.
The next few days has lots of "new" and lots of "tradition".........so it should fit the bill for my emotional state very well.....if I can just slow down enough to enjoy it ALL.

The new:

1. Julia arrives from France today to stay for a week.......Lindsay stayed with her family last Fall.  They are excited to see one another again.  Lindsay has begged us not to use any of our Grade 2 french even though Julia speaks almost no english!  We look forward to showing her around and getting to know her.  This is Lindsay having lunch with Julia's family..... so grateful for this experience for Linds.......and for us.

2. I have helped organise a "Welcome to Canada BBQ" for the French kids and their teachers at the school on Tuesday - 130 people.....entertainment, swag bags, VIP's......I have really enjoyed leading this event....As a working Mom I have not often been able to be very involved in school events so I am grateful for the opportunity.....and for having enough OT to take the day off to get it all together! Should be fun.

3. It's planting time........yip...... time to get that veggie garden up and running.   Like last Spring it has been wet and cool and so we are not too far behind the schedule.  It is always fun to plan what to grow, turn the soil and get the garden growing.

The traditions

1. Family time - I love long weekends for family time, for doing things together and although our family will be expanded we will do family stuff

2. The Cabin.....the Easter Bunny has often had to travel to the Cabin to find us and although the EB no longer features in our celebrations we thought a night in a log cabin in the forest would be a good experience for Julia so we will huddle around the log fire and relax for the night.

3. Reunions - my aunt is arriving from Australia to visit.......it has been over 20 years since I saw her and she is now a Great Aunt to my kids so it will be super fun to see her.  She is my youngest Aunt being just 12 years older than me and we have had an interesting relationship - more friends than aunt/niece. I am excited to spend some time with her over Easter Monday Brunch and then on Wednesday when my Mom and I have taken the day off to go to Victoria with her.

4. Easter Day.........this never changes.......whether we go to church or not......Jesus rose from the dead and brought hope and salvation to the World......Hallelujah!

5. And chocolate.....there will be chocolate......this year we will say it with a french accent and consume it in many forms.......Oui Oui....tres bon!

Monday, April 2, 2012

April 2 - World Autism Awareness Day

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This is what autism looks like! Juliet at age 3, shortly after diagnosis.
  Hello Friends - I have permission to post the blog below from a friend of my cousins in Australia.....so many people have walked this journey and I think Kristen tells her story in an accessible and honest way....I have linked back to her blog at the end for more excellent information. 
Nicky
Dear Friends: April 2nd is the U.N-declared World Autism Awareness Day, a cause that is near and dear to my heart thanks to one beautifully quirky 6 ½ -year-old girl — my amazing daughter, Juliet (pictured at age 3, when she was formally diagnosed with ASD).
Many of you have followed our family’s journey on the autism spectrum over the years, and I am so grateful for your support of my efforts to raise awareness of ASD. I hope you will continue to back this “Mamma On A Mission” by taking a few moments to read this post and then passing it along to your friends/family who have young children. The entire month of April is dedicated to Autism Awareness & Acceptance, so you have some time!  
One of my motivations for being so open about our family’s experiences is to help put a human face on a condition that is often plagued by stereotypes and misinformation. At the same time, I am particularly passionate about helping other parents recognize some of the most common red flags for ASD and encouraging them to follow “When in doubt, check it out”  if they have any concerns about their child’s development.
But first…a quick refresher on the basics:
Autism spectrum disorders (ASDs) are neurodevelopmental disorders characterized by:
  • Delays or differences in communication – both verbal (understanding & using spoken language) and non-verbal (e.g. pointing, smiling)
  • Differences in social interactions (relating to other people and sharing emotions)
  • Routines and repetitive behaviors  
Quite often, people with ASD also have sensory sensitivities.
The autism spectrum includes Autistic Disorder (“classic autism”),Asperger’s Syndrome, and the awkwardly titled Pervasive Developmental Disorder-Not Otherwise Specified (“PDD-NOS”), which is diagnosed when the full set of criteria for either autism or Asperger’s syndrome is not met. Sometimes the term “autism” is used to refer to all ASDs.
The very latest figures from the U.S. indicate that 1 in every 88 children — 1 in every 54 boys — has been identified as having an autism spectrum disorder.  ASD is now the most common developmental disorder in my adopted country of Australia . If you don’t have a loved one with ASD in your own family, I can guarantee that your children have schoolmates on the spectrum. They will likely have friends on the spectrum. They will work with people on the spectrum. And, someday, they might even have a partner or a child on the spectrum. ASD is that common.
It’s called a spectrum precisely because the blend of symptoms, and the degree to which they affect a person, can vary dramatically. Symptoms may go unrecognized, especially in mildy affected and/or gifted children or when more debilitating conditions mask them.
Just as every child with ASD is very different, every family’s experience with ASD is different. I can’t profess to know what it’s like to parent a child who is severely affected by autism, but I can share something that seems to be a common thread for all of us with kids on the spectrum: the emotional journey of coming to terms with a new reality that includes autism.
When I first started worrying about Juliet’s development, at about 12 months old, autism was nowhere on my radar screen.  What little knowledge I did have was based on having seen the movie “Rainman.” Sure, Juliet had some unusual interests, behaviors, and sensitivities, but she was happy baby who loved to engage with me and Sean. Why would we need to be worried about autism?!
In hindsight, Juliet actually showed several early warning signs of ASD as a baby and young toddler, but I failed to recognize them as such. I had niggling worries that something was amiss, but no one around me seemed to share my concerns.
Sean thought I was overreacting in stereotypical first-time mother fashion.“She’s fine. She’s just not an extrovert like you.” Well-intentioned friends and family comforted me with: “Don’t worry. All kids develop at their own pace”and “Of course she’s a bit different…just look at her mom!”
Likewise, our pediatrician wasn’t overly concerned by the fixations, the sensory issues, and lack of interest in other kids. “A lot of parents would love to have a 2-year-old who can read! Look how well she engages with adults.” A few loved ones did have concerns, but they were hesitant to say anything for fear of freaking me out. I clung to these reassurances as the reason not to probe my concerns any further.
Finally, two very brave friends approached me and suggested that we have Juliet assessed for ASD by a specialist. It was the very first time that anyone had evensuggested  that Juliet might be at risk, and the more I read about ASD, the more I saw glimmers of Juliet. I was overwhelmed with fear and grief. Meanwhile, Sean remained totally unconvinced that his darling daughter could be on the spectrum (both very common reactions, I later learned). 
The lead up to Juliet’s assessment was a very stressful time for us, but getting her diagnosis (of PDD-NOS) ended up being a blessing for our entire family. Most importantly, it made both me and Sean realize “Wow, this is REAL.” Juliet wasn’t going to magically grow out of it or develop certain skills by osmosis. It was going to take a tremendous amount of hard work – by us and by Juliet – to help her build the core skills she would need to make her way in the world.
Early detection led us to early intervention, which can be so critical in improving outcomes for kids with ASD. Juliet benefitted from 2 ½ years of outstanding, very intense early intervention before she started school. We are extremely fortunate that she responded so well to it and that we still have some terrific professionals guiding us. Many equally deserving families don’t have this type of support and are doing the best they can with limited resources. It is a travesty that — in many states and countries — timely intervention and support services for people with ASD are so often tied to their family’s ability to pay the steep price tags, if services exist at all!
Juliet’s diagnosis compelled us to search very hard for a school with a strong track record of inclusion and familiarity with ASD (when one popular local school indicated “Oh, we don’t have any children like THAT here,” we quickly crossed them off our list!)  We have also had the privilege of connecting with a large network of ASD families who have been a great source of friendship, information, and inspiration over the years.
When we first started out on our ASD journey, I couldn’t see past the term “lifelong disability.” I didn’t want my child to be different. Over the years, we’ve come to accept autism as just another part of our family’s “normal.” Even though it’s still tough to watch Juliet struggle with things that come so naturally to other kids, and even though some people will still make assumptions about her based on stereotypes and misinformation, our focus these days is on nurturing and celebrating Juliet’s amazing “differing abilities.”
The world needs people who see things through an unconventional lens, and our job as Juliet’s parents is to make sure that she has the confidence and core skills she needs to shine on her own terms. ASD does not define our daughter, but it is an important part of who she is, and we are proud to embrace it. Now we just want the rest of the world to do the same!
If any of you reading this note has concerns about your own child’s development — be it suspected ASD or some other potential issue — I hope that our story provides a gentle push to take action. There is nothing to lose and potentially so much to gain. Please help me spread that message.
With deepest thanks,
Kristen
RED FLAGS FOR AUTISM SPECTRUM DISORDERS (ASD) IN CHILDREN 
For more excellent information go to Kristen's Blog:

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Palm Sunday April Fool

It's been on my mind all day that today is April Fools Day AND Palm Sunday. 

Some would argue there is no conceivable correlation....and they are probably right but bear with me for a moment here.

Do you know the story of Palm Sunday?  Jesus enters Jerusalem on the back of a donkey (thus fulfilling the Old Testament prophesy) to the adulation of an expectant crowd who lined the streets and waved palm branches and yelled out praise and adoration... this guy was THE MAN.....come to save them.

I cannot help but wonder what Jesus was thinking and feeling.

Did He feel the Fool, knowing that within a week, all those people shouting their praise of Him would be calling for His death....did He plaster on a fake smile while inwardly grieving the pain that was to come? Did He feel sad for the crowd, for their fickleness, for how they would turn?

I can't really imagine (nor perhaps should I) how He was feeling.

But this I know.....He was no fool....He was following the very purpose for which He had come to earth and He would see it through to its painful, horrible end as was expected of Him.

And He did it for me. For us.

I could have been in the crowd that day.  Indeed I am in the crowd even today.  I want to do and say the right things....to faithfully follow through on His plan for my life, on the things I say I am going to do. 

But I don't..... I didn't even accomplish my own plan for Lent in any meaningful way.  The book I chose to read remains largely unread though I carried it around all Lent.

One could call me the Fool today and not be wrong.

I like this editorial I read to day:
Like the crowd who lined the road from Bethany to Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, we're tempted to succumb to the selfish chromosome in our human DNA. We want to turn Jesus into a national mascot, a denominational totem, a personal genie. Like they did so long ago, we still project our desire upon God's will and proclaim it to be the truth. But if they were wrong, we might be too.
Put it this way: How often have you heard someone claim to know the absolute "will of the Lord" when that divine will didn't also happen to be in the best interest of the one making the proclamation? That may run true to human nature, but it runs counter to the spirit of Christ. Yet we live in an age when everyone from politicians to pundits to preachers claims holy sanction for personal agendas.
This Palm Sunday, we need to remember the crowd that lined Jesus' path. We need to remember the palm branches and allow them to remind us how little that crowd understood Jesus' mission, how wrong they were. But rather than look back in smug satisfaction, we need to pray for humility and ask God to grant us vision to superimpose God's will for our lives and this world over our own selfish desires.
http://www.baptiststandard.com

Disrupted

It's been a CoVID while since I was in this space.  I'm here today to muse about disruption.  I am feeling disrupted.  I don...