Tuesday, June 27, 2023

The Arts of June

I don't have photos to prove it, but my mom can tell you that when I was little, my brother Steve & I frequently sat at a little table in my bedroom making paper crafts. Especially prominent in her memory is all the little snibbles of paper that littered the floor beneath us. At the time, my creations were primarily junk, but paved the way for the scrapbooking that was to come. 
Last week my granddaughter was at my house, making paper crafts. Till she was finished, the office floor was reminiscent of my bedroom floor when I was her age. I don't know what this is leading up to -because scrapbooking is a dying art in the digital age- but I'm here for it.     
And I may or may not have attempted to teach her some yarn art as well...

We cooked for a wedding reception on Saturday, and hosted the bride's parents. I didn't remember to take many pictures, but that right there is a whole row of good ol' Guernsey Co guys, including Josh on the end. 
(Not pictured: the bride with a broken rib.) 😞 Felt so bad for her! 
 

Tuesday, June 20, 2023

A Maiden Voyage

 Last fall we purchased a new-to-us camper, but it got cold before we managed to take it for a test run. We decided to try a hybrid camper this time because it keeps the storage size down -someone considers shop space to be prime real estate, while someone else wants the camper stored inside to keep the mice out.  

Our previous camper had a rotten floor right inside the door (covered with a steel plate but still a bit "spongy"), the hot water heater had long ago rusted out and ceased to work. The bed gave us a backache. Last trip we took with it, a piece of plastic fender went flying off as we pulled it down the road. Definitely a Redneck camper. It was time for an upgrade! 

So this past weekend we took the Jayco on its maiden voyage. And we tried a new-to-us campground as well. It was completely redone a couple years ago so it's much nicer now. The cherry on top for me was having the whole family there all weekend. 

It was baby Wyatt's first camping trip. Is it too soon to say he was a natural at it? 
Avery kept asking to do "sprinklers". 
I used to read "Storytime with Grandma", now I AM storytime with Grandma!
Our Father's Day lunch of smoked ribs, steaks, shrimp and baked potatoes -a man's meal. 
Avery was scooting all around the campground. An older couple several sites up from us were watching her and complimented her scootering skills. 
   When I told her that the man said she was good at riding her scooter, she candidly replied "that's because I am." Oh, how I envy her un-jaded honesty! I struggle to accept compliments graciously. I've been pondering it ever since. 
   Apparently, I'm in good company. In a Harvard Business study, 70% of people associated feelings of embarrassment or discomfort with recognition or receiving a compliment. The author hypothesizes that what makes us uncomfortable is being caught by surprise. We tend to deny, deflect, explain away, apologize or otherwise blurt out something awkward in a knee-jerk reaction. 
   Deflecting praise can be my subconscious way of trying to regain control of a [surprise] emotionally vulnerable situation. Life experience has jaded me because I've experienced the pain of inauthentic praise (being praised to my face but gossiped about after I leave); I'm always trying to judge if the complimenter is sincere. Perhaps I need to take a tip from Anne of Green Gables and quip "Why, that almost sounds like a compliment." 😁 Or it can be our faith culture that taught me to respond with "modesty"; fear of admitting I'm actually good at something could be interpreted as pride.  There are many reasons we squirm in response to praise. 
   My biggest take-away from the article was that a compliment is about the giver, not the receiver. The person is sharing how something impacted them, how it made them feel. I need to accept their perspective, honor their opinion, even if I don't agree... Slow down my response and let myself feel gratitude... Just say thank you. Nothing else, just thank you. 
   I may be a grandma, but I'm still learning. Truely "a little child shall lead them". (Isaiah 11:6) In the future when I'm surprised by a compliment, I hope I remember tell myself in my head "that's because I am." 

Tuesday, June 13, 2023

Cabin Time

Richard & I were at a cabin with my family for the weekend. It was our turn to be in charge this year. I planned some activities so it wasn't completely boring for the younger nieces & nephews. 
A nature scavenger hunt...
Water balloons were a hit! When the last one was thrown, Abi said "Get more." 😁
And tie dye for all ages, anyone that wanted to. 

Of course, I was crocheting in my spare time. 7 more baby hats ready to donate.



Sunday, June 4, 2023

What God & Grandmas Have in Common

It's been a busy week. From a tie dye party...

To an anniversary open house where Uncle JJ works...

To the library's Summer Reading Club party...
...I've had a lot of fun activity with my grandchildren this week.

Researchers at Emory University used MRI scans to study the brains of grandmothers. They measured empathetic responses to images that included their own grandchild, their own adult child, and an anonymous child. The study showed that grandmothers have a higher empathy towards their own grandchild than even their own adult child. This is attributed to what they call the "cute factor" -their grandchild being more adorable than an adult. James Rilling, who conducted the study, noted "If their grandchild is smiling, the grandmother feels the child's joy. And if their grandchild is crying, they feel the child's pain and distress." 

Well duh! I rest my case.  

According to Scripture, God's feelings for us are similar to a grandmother's. "He will take great delight in you; in his love he will rejoice over you with singing" Zephaniah 3:17. He feels our pain (Isaiah 63:9) and our joy (Psalm 149:4).  When we feel discouraged, God has real empathy for us. Draw close to Him to feel His smile and listen to His singing.