Sunday, January 1, 2012

Empowerment?

Choosing today's theme song turned into more of an exercise in frustration than it should have been.  It's only the second day of the year!  This does not bode well for my resolution of choosing a theme song for every day, does it?

I wanted to find a song about being a strong woman.  I am not a big fan of the word "empowered" but it is the one that seems to be used the most in regards to shaving my head.  Shaving my head definitely makes me feel more . . . something.  

More courageous.  More powerful.  More beautiful.  More . . . me.

So I wanted to find a song that reflected some of that feeling.  But every song I found that was supposedly about "empowered women" seemed to be about women who had kicked a loser man to the side, or a woman who had been told she was something less than beautiful and the song was telling her that she is, in fact, beautiful.

Is that what empowerment means?  Is it one of those words whose meaning is more fluid, left to the interpretation of the individual?  Possibly.  For me, being empowered means that I have control of me.  No one else is dictating what I do, how I dress, where I go, who I am friends with.  I have that control.  But who decided that a woman can only be empowered if she is not with a man?

Apparently a large number of songwriters did.

According to The Pussycat Dolls

I don't need a man to make it happen
I get off being free
I don't need a man to make me feel good
I get off doing my thing
I don't need a ring around my finger
To make me feel complete
So let me break it down
I can get off when you ain't around
Oh!

Me thinks they doth protest too much.

Natasha Bedingfield says . . .

I'm not waitin' around for a man to save me
('Cause I'm happy where I am)
Don't depend on a guy to validate me
(No no)
I don't need to be anyone's baby
(Is that so hard to understand?)
No I don't need another half to make me whole 

This one makes me laugh because, after Natasha Bedingfield found a man, she released the song "Angel" where she talks about says "Disrespect my man, you're gonna have to come see me."  Amazing how not being single changes a woman's outlook, eh?

There are so many other songs out there that supposedly sing the praises of empowered women, while at the same time talking about how men are dogs.  Where are the songs about empowered women and the men who love them?  Those are the songs I want to hear!

Of course, I'm sure they're out there if I really went looking for them.  With my luck they're all country songs though.  Ugh.  The point being, however, today I wanted my theme song to be something about feeling more in control, powerful, beautiful.  So finally I started trawling through my massive iTunes library and I finally found something that I think works well.  It starts like this:

Everybody wants to
Look into the mirror
And feel a little better now

And everybody wants to
Know there's someone out there
Waiting for you to come around


The song is Beautiful Like You by Lee DeWyze.  It works.  We should all think of the world as being beautiful like us, right?  Take a minute and listen to it and I think you'll agree.  May you all feel beautiful today.  Like me.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

New Year's Resolutions

It is January 1st, 2012 here in Okinawa already.  Time to start anew and all that crap.  Because let's face it, most New Year's Resolutions end up being crap, don't they?

Lose weight . . .

Exercise more . . .

Be more positive . . .

Bleh.

I'm trying to be realistic in my plans for this year.  Yes, I'd like to lose weight and yes, I'd like to exercise more.  I do plan on trying to do those things, but I'm not foolish enough to curse those plans with the brand of being resolutions.  They're just things I'd like to do and that I know would be good for me.

So here are my two really hardcore resolutions.  I want to write more.  Maybe even finally start my book. So my first resolution is that I am going to try to write a blog post here every day.  Crazy, right?  I go months, sometimes even more than a year, without writing a post here.  But I'm going to try to change that in 2012.  I need to get back into writing, so I'm going to make this my daily writing exercise.

My other resolution is more of a fun one.  Every day I am going to choose a theme song for that day.  I bought myself a blank journal today so that I can write them down.  At the end of the year I will build a playlist in iTunes for 2012.

To start off the year, my song for today is The Catalyst by Linkin Park.  Why that song?  Well, I had a bit of an epiphany in the shower yesterday.  I love it here in Okinawa, but in a lot of ways I feel like I have lost track of who I am since coming here.  I've been sucked into playing different roles.  Of course, it has been my own misplaced sense of duty that has sucked me into them.  I have wavered back and forth between feeling like I should join certain groups and act a certain way because of my husband's position in his squadron, and feeling like I want to thumb my nose at them all and just do what I want to do.  Yesterday it finally hit me that I have lost my connection with Shannon . . . with who *I* am.  Yesterday was my catalyst.

A big part of who I am is being a fighter.  I fight for kids with cancer.  Most of all, I fight for Keeghan.  I really found that fighter when I joined 46 Mommas Shave for the Brave back in 2009.  The connection I made, not only with the other mommas who are like sisters to me now, but with myself when I shaved my head for the first time was beyond powerful.  I found myself again.  I had been lost since Keeghan's death, trying to figure out how to continue on without him and yet still fight for him.  I can still actively be a mom to Mackenzie, and a wife to Mike.  Shaving my head, raising money for the kids still fighting cancer, gave me a way to feel like I was being an active mom to Keeghan still, and in doing that, be 100% connected with myself.

So in about 15 minutes - at 5:00pm here in Okinawa, which is midnight in California where so many of my family and friends are - I will shave my head again.  Instead of trying to be what I think so many here might want me to be or expect me to be, I will go back to being Shannon the Momma.  Shannon the Fighter.  Shannon the Independent.  Am I afraid that people here will look at me like I'm crazy?  Yes and no.  Yes, I think people will think that, but I really don't care.  I will finally be showing this place who I am and what I'm made of.

Bring it on 2012.  Shannon is back.


Monday, December 26, 2011

Things I've Learned . . .

It is December 26th.  The holiday season is officially over, or at least in my house it is.  I cannot emphasize how much saying "finally" right now just isn't a strong enough word.

The sheer hell of it started in November when so many of my friends on that "other" social site decided it would be a great idea to state something they were thankful for every day of the month.  It's always so easy to do that when you have lots of things to be thankful for.  When life has never handed you a shit sandwich and asked you to not just eat it, but to reheat it and eat it again, every day, for the rest of your life.

But enough on that.  Suffice it to say by the time November was over, I hated more than half of my friend list.

December wasn't quite so annoying, although I can honestly say if I see one more person post "Jesus is the Reason for the Season" I might puke.  It's amazing to me how people are so selective in what they "know" to be the truth when it comes to how they celebrate Christmas.

It's over now though.  Life can go on without all of that holiday focus.  It was while thinking about this this morning that I began to think about life lessons . . . what lessons have I learned from the people around me?  What have their ways of living their own lives taught me and how have they changed my own way of thinking?  As is the way with my mind (just ask my husband), my pinging brain started making a list of life lessons.  So that I don't forget them, I decided to "write" them down here.

For better or worse, here it is - Shannon's Life Lessons (in no particular order).

1.  Be honest.  I am known for not holding back.  Sometimes I am almost brutal in my honesty.  The biggest advantage to being this way, however, is that I know when someone likes me, they like me for me.

2.  Be yourself.  Piggybacking on that last one, I've learned to never try to be something I'm not.  When I say that I've learned that lesson, that doesn't necessarily mean that I live by it 100% of the time.  Sadly, I still find myself in situations where I feel like I need to try to fit in, and equally as sad is the fact that it always comes back to bite me.  Being true to me may not always go over well with the people I'm around, but at least I can look myself in the eye in the mirror.  That's a good thing.

3.  Surround yourself with happy people.  It is never a good time to be around people who are unhappy and, unless you are getting paid big bucks by the hour, it is not your job to fix them.  I love my husband.  We have a happy marriage.  We like to socialize with other couples who are also happily married.  Being around couples who aren't happy is not fun.  Period.  And no matter how hard you try to hide it, an unhappy couple is easy to identify.  We once had a friend stand up in the middle of our living room and SLAP her husband across the face, right in front of us and one other couple.  She then walked out and left her poor spouse sitting there with the rest of us (mouths agape) staring at him.  Not fun.  Not for him, and certainly not for us.  Needless to say, we never socialized with that couple again, and to this day, we do not socialize with unhappy couples.

4.  Don't bash on your spouse.  I'm spinning off of that last lesson again, but this one needs to be a lesson all on its own.  Don't speak poorly of your spouse to others.  I know, I know . . . girlfriends should be able to talk to each other about this stuff.  Whatever.  I grew up without any sisters, which may be why I've never subscribed to that whole "women need girlfriends" thing.  It's nice to have female friends, but I don't need them.  If my husband and I are at odds, that is between us to fix.  It is NOT something that should be shared with friends.  It's unfair to put them in the position of having to take sides, and this isn't high school.  Be an adult and fix your own life.

5.  Be a parent.  Anyone can give birth to a child, but that doesn't mean they will be a good parent.  It takes hard work and a lot of sacrifice.  If you're not willing to give up everything - and by that I mean if you are not willing to give up sleep, relaxation time, money, vacations, manicures, massages, nights out dancing, etc. - then don't have children.  Because once you have them, you can't go back and to whine and complain about it is not only disgusting, it makes you look ridiculous.  What is worse is when you let your children get away with everything because it is too much work to make them behave.  When your kids are screaming and annoying you in the store or restaurant, guess what?  They're annoying me, and every other person in that establishment, ten times more.  Be a parent.  Don't roll your eyes and say things like, "Do you see what I have to put up with?" or "He's such a stinker."  Be.  A.  Parent.

6.  Love publicly.  Never be ashamed to show your love in front of others.  I tell my husband I love him every time we hang up the phone from talking to each other, no matter who is around to hear me.  When I go see him at work, as I am leaving his office, I tell him I love him.  He always responds in kind.  Does this mean that my husband is "whipped" - yes, it does.  It also makes him more of a man than any of those men who treat their wives like employees and only tell them they love them when they have to (or when it will get them something they want).  Of course, it means that I am "whipped" also.  I'm ok with that.  I have always been very public about showing my love for my children as well.  It means that my children never doubted whether they were loved or not.  My son died at 12, and the one thing I know that I did absolutely every day of his life is assure him of how much he was loved.  Do your loved ones know this?

7.  Never assume people know how you feel about them.  Isn't it cool how one lesson leads right into another?  If you care about someone, tell them.  There is never a guarantee that you will get the chance to tell them again.  Say the words.

8.  Honor your parents.  Our culture is so missing the mark when it comes to our elderly.  It's so easy to think that we are doing things so much better than our parents did and to write them off as being obsolete, but we should honor them for the lives they've led.  Never forget who gave you life.  Even harder for some (ok, for me) is to allow your spouse to honor his/her parents equally.  In a perfect world, we would all love our in-laws just as much as we love our parents, but that isn't always the case.  Allow your spouse to love his/her parents even when you can't.

9.  Do not let someone else dictate your life.  Not even your spouse.  This is a hard one.  When you marry someone, you become a team.  One part of that team cannot dictate everything for the other or the team loses.  Decisions, both major and minor, need to be made together.  Sometimes this means deciding whether you will use Dove Soap or Ivory, Miracle Whip or Best Foods Mayonnaise, what religion you will raise your children in, where you will live, whose parents you will spend holidays with . . . the list goes on.  One person in the relationship should not dictate all of the decisions.  The feelings of each should be considered and addressed or you are doing yourselves a serious disservice.  Additionally, by example you are teaching your children that this is the right way to do things, thus setting them up to have dysfunctional relationships later in life.

10.  Never forget.  Don't forget the mistakes you've made, or the accomplishments you've achieved.  Never forget the people who taught you things, whether it was the 4th grade teacher who helped you through your first funeral, or the snobby "best friend" who dropped you as a friend because the new girl was prettier.  All of those life lessons need to be remembered because they made you who you are. YOU are a sum of all your life lessons, but you only grow if you recognize those experiences as lessons.

That is all I've come up with today, but I think it is a pretty decent list.  If I can live by these ten lessons in the coming year, I'll be happy with myself.  Can you look forward to a year from now and say the same?

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

I blame Facebook

It has been more than a year since I wrote anything on this blog. Is that possible?

I blame Facebook.

Go ahead, laugh. It sounds funny on the surface, but seriously, the hours I have spent on that heinous site are hours that I will never get back. Never.

That's a pretty long time.

So today starts my 12-step program of weaning myself off the crack that is Facebook.

I'm not sure what all of the steps will be yet, but I know what Step 1 is. Start writing. Blog entries here, an outline for my book, dirty limericks, grocery lists, anything. Any writing is better than useless status updates there.

Seriously, what is the purpose of most status updates that people write? Validation? Popularity points? A feeling of power because what they've said is just SO profound?

My answer? All of the above.

Have you ever noticed how some people get sad and irritated when no one responds to their status updates? I call these the Validation Seekers. They start posting more and more, and then finally say something like, "Is anyone else having problems with Facebook? I don't think people can see my posts."

Well no Sunshine, Facebook isn't broken. I just don't care what the humidity is doing to your hair today, what you shopped for at the grocery store, or that your lunch has made you take numerous trips to the bathroom. I don't care that you heard/read somewhere that McDonald's fries cause cancer (newsflash, just about anything in the modern world probably has the potential to cause cancer). I am not going to pray for you to get a good offer on your house, for your team to win the playoffs, or for you to get a high SAT score.

Get. Over. Yourself. I have.

The Popularity Point Collectors are always a good train wreck to watch so long as you can stay out of their drama puddle, because you seriously don't want to get any of THAT on you! For them it is all about the number of "likes" and the number of responses. How many people are going to come along and say, "I know, RIGHT????!!!!!" Godz forbid anyone question what they're saying or worse, actually tell them they're full of crap. That could be grounds for (gasp!) UNFRIENDING!

Side note: can I just tell you how happy I am that "unfriending" is underlined in red on my screen right now, and that it hasn't been added to the Universal Online Dictionary (yes, I made that up) as an actual word?

Back to what I was saying . . . one would think that the Popularity Point Collectors would all be young, right? Don't they sound like teenagers and tweens? Yeah . . . no. Their club is an open bar baby - middle-aged women and men, twenty-somethings, educated, uneducated, black, white, brown and yellow - they're all represented in the PPC drama world. I've been sucked into it myself, more times than I care to admit. I've probably even started it a few times. Let's face it, we all love a little train wreck action occasionally as long as we aren't one of the casualties.

Again, hours I'll never get back.

And then there are the preachers. Oh, the preachers. They are speaking THE WORD. What word? Well, the word that you're supposed to read, live, and share. No, really - share it, as in "click on the little word 'share' - it's blue, you can't miss it" and tell the world what I am saying. Why? Because I am speaking THE WORD!

Now, the "word" could be political views, warnings about the aforementioned evil french fries, spreading awareness, religious views . . . just about anything. These are the people who think that just because they said it on Facebook, it is true and it is somehow going to sway people to think like they do. They think that if they tell you the President is bad, God is a woman, or that you should only eat beef that has been fed organic corn grown in the eastern-most country of Nebraska, you should believe it because they are such a reliable source.  Come ON - I posted it on Facebook people, how can you doubt me?

Shallow. That is the word that comes to mind when I read status updates like those. But not everyone on Facebook is shallow. Some of them truly do have something important to say. Some use Facebook as a means to keep in touch with family and friends who live far away. Some use it as a place to goof off (my personal favorites actually).

Whatever people are using Facebook for, it’s still a time sucker. There are so many more productive things I could be doing - reading a book, cleaning my house, making more jewelry, visiting friends, writing my book . . . so from this point on, when I feel the need to share my thoughts, I’m going to make it more than just a status update. Look out World - Shannon is about to start talking!

Now to figure out how to get this blog on Facebook so someone will actually read it . . . .

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Self-doubt

I want so badly for Keeghan's story to be written. Maybe while he was alive and I was writing all the time I let other people's comments about what a good writer I am go to my head. But I read the writing of other parents who have been through similar experiences and I think, "Wow . . . she writes so much better. How can I possibly think that I can do Keeghan justice?" His life and his story deserve the very best storyteller, and I guess today I'm having doubts about whether or not that is me. I miss him so much, and want him to come alive through my words, but I don't know if I'm good enough to do it.

I'm having a serious self doubt day. Can you tell?

Also, the two little girls that I spoke about in yesterday's post? Well, one of them died yesterday. The other died today.

So much sadness in this world. I only hope that all of these fabulous children are having a good time where they are now.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

What is it going to take?

A little girl I know of is expected to leave this world today. All because of a brain tumor.

Again with the brain tumors . . .

I'm not sure exactly how old she is, but I'm pretty sure she's either 9- or 10-years-old. Not very long on this planet to be sure.

Yesterday I read about a different little girl - this one only about 8-years-old I think - whose lungs are so full of tumors, she has difficulty breathing. Her days left here are short, but she repeatedly tells her mother, "Mommy, I don't want to die."

What kind of world is this that these kids have to go through such horrible things? I know many of you think that I should stop reading about these other children, that I've been through enough after watching Keeghan die. I'm sure my husband and daughter think that. For the record, I don't go out seeking these kids' stories to read. I read them when they are presented to me. In the case of the little girl with the brain tumor, her father played baseball in college with my brother. The other story was posted on Facebook yesterday by one of the moms on my St. Baldrick's team. If you could see the beautiful smile of this little girl . . . well, you'd feel compelled to read her story too.

But really, more than anything, I read the stories because I don't want to forget. It's so easy for some to "move on" from cancer. I'm sure many of the people who read about Keeghan religiously on our website when he was alive still think about him occasionally now. Some of them even throw a few dollars at a cancer fundraiser once in a while too. But for the most part, I'd be willing to bet that they do everything possible to NOT think about him because it is too painful. The problem is, there are still 46 kids out there (on average) who will get diagnosed with cancer today. Of those, nine will not survive. Six children will die today.

Again, all of this is based on averages, but you get my point. What is it going to take to get people to sit up and say, "Hey! This is wrong!"

I understand that everyone has their own cause though. For many it is autism, while for others it is cystic fibrosis, cerebral palsy, Down's Syndrome, birth defects . . . the list goes on. So many of these causes revolve around children though. So many kids suffer, and yet so many adults turn their heads because "it's just too painful" or because it hasn't affected them directly.

Trust me, it will. At some point, you will know a child who suffers from some type of illness. The world is too small, and cancer is becoming too rampant. If you think you're immune, you're a fool.

So why do I keep reading about these kids who suffer and die? Because it keeps me motivated. Motivated to spread awareness. Motivated to raise money. The sad thing is, the more motivated I become, the more I think people shy away from me. I've become too painful for them. I can tell this by how the visits to my website have dropped since Keeghan died. When there was hope, people read all the time. Now they don't. But there is still hope. Not for a cure for Keeghan - he found his cure. But for so many other children. I just wish I knew what the magic formula for reaching people (without scaring them off) was.

Any ideas?

I know that to give up helping in any way that I can to find a cure would be letting Keeghan down. He wanted that cure. But he didn't want it just for himself. He wanted it for all kids. His heart was just that big. If only everyone else's was as well.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

A big HOORAY for my Maxx

Last night we attended Maxx's track team banquet at her high school. This was her first year on the team, and she really enjoyed herself. She tried a number of different events, but in the end settled on long jump, 100 meter, and 200 meter dashes. When it was almost time to leave the house, all three of us were just dragging . . . I think if Maxx had said, "We don't really have to go . . . " Mike and I would have jumped at the chance to just stay home.

First off, she wasn't sure if she had lettered or not, and other than handing out certificates to those who did letter, we didn't know what else they would be doing.

But we went. It was supposed to start at 7:00pm. We got there around 6:50. And we sat. And sat. And sat some more. I don't know what the problem was, but the actual awards distribution didn't get started until 7:30pm. The coach spoke first and while I think he is a nice enough guy, he is not a good public speaker. So that droned on for a bit. And then letters were handed out to the varsity team members. Then they got to the JV team. The first name called off for the girls' JV team was MY BABY!

She lettered!

We were so excited for her! I think she was pretty shocked herself. Then, as the awards went on, she was also presented with a certificate for being a student athlete, meaning that she maintained a 3.0 or higher throughout the season.

So now she has two certificates, and the evening isn't even over yet!

Each of the four coaches presented an award to a student of their choice. Maxx's long jump coach got up and started talking about who he had decided to present his coach's award to, and as he talked I just *knew* it was her. I was even poking Mike, but he looked at me and shook his head. He really didn't think a first-year member of the team - and one that is only a sophomore - would get that type of award.

But she did! When he said her name, she immediately started to cry! And of course, when she started to cry, I started to cry! She went up and accepted the plaque, gave her coach a hug, and then came back to sit next to me - shaking like a leaf! She was so shocked, and so embarrassed (because she so does not like getting up in front of a crowd). It was just awesome.

But what was really cool was the reason her coach chose her to give the award to. She got it was because she always gave 100% with every event she tried, whether she was any good at it or not. And when she wasn't competing, she was helping. While other kids would go sit in the stands and hang out with their friends once their events were over, Maxx would be down helping to rake the long jump pit in between jumps, or doing whatever the coaches needed her to do. So she got the award for just being an awesome kid.

So yeah, it was awesome, and we cried. Mike was fighting the tears! I'm just so glad we didn't take the lazy way out and not go or we would have missed an incredibly special evening in our baby girl's life.