Jar Salads

Finally getting around to putting this together!

I am absolutely certain that someone has done this a lot better than me and it's available to you all...but, I'm doing it anyway.

I have a few mottoes in my health journey and "Progress not Perfection" is one of them.  It's so easy to be very, very overwhelmed by exercise programs, food choices, eating "styles", etc.  Personally, if I'm overwhelmed, I just sit down in the floor and throw a toddler tantrum.  I have to start small, easy, one step at a time...

I started doing jar salads because I knew I liked to eat salad, but disliked preparing a good salad.  Preparing a good salad is time consuming!  I know my personality and my lifestyle--if it takes a lot of time to prepare something healthy to eat, I will go for the easy, fast, less healthy option almost every time.

To prevent the latter, I shop and prepare salads once a week, jar them up, and enjoy one daily.  It takes me about half an hour to prepare--doable.  I like to prepare them on Sunday afternoons because that's a convenient time for me.  As for the ingredients--well, whatever is locally available, on sale, already in my home, and works in my budget--that's what I use.  It looks a little different every week.

So, start with whatever produce you want, prefer, can afford, have on hand, etc.

This week that looks like diced roma tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, broccoli, cauliflower.  I actually prefer cherry tomatoes (because they are delicious and you don't have to dice them adding moisture to your jars.)  But if you can believe, our tiny grocery store out here in the middle of nowhere doesn't stock them.  You do what you have to.

You prepare jar salads "upside down".  Whatever you typically want on top of your salad, put in first.  Also, put in any items with a lot of moisture in very first.  In this week's salads, my diced tomatoes and diced cucumbers go in very first and are on the bottom.  My veggies usually take up about 60% of my jar.  It looks like there will be no room for greens.  When you top your jars with the greens (I prefer a mix between baby spinach and a romaine mix), you'll be surprised at how much room you still have in there.

I may have mentioned this, but I'm a fan in using whatever you have available, what works for your schedule, lifestyle, budget, etc.  In this case, uhm, leftover pickle jars do the job very well.

Once you've finished your jars, store them upright in your fridge. Mine have been known to stay fresh for up to a week.

And now on to the good stuff!

Personally, what makes a good salad for me is produce, protein, and pop! :)

Once a week I might grill up several chicken breast, dice them up, and store them in the fridge.  I add them at time of serving.  If I haven't managed to grill up some, I buy the pre-cooked stuff (gasp, I know).  Also, maybe some diced ham, or tuna (they have those seasoned tuna packs that are really good) Same for bacon.  I might bake a ton of bacon, crumble it up, and save until serving time, or I might have the pre-packaged stuff depending on my life that week.

I keep a basket or a shelf in the pantry (nice and handy)  full of toppings for my salad:  almonds, sunflower seeds, peanuts, cashews, walnuts, crasins, raisins, bacon, croutons, etc.  (I seriously have to have some crunch on my salad).

I also love avocado, mandarin oranges, strawberries, and other fruits on my salad but don't add them until serving time.

So, I pull out my beautiful, convenient, healthy jar of produce and dump in on a plate, top with some protein, sprinkle with something crunchy, add fruit...and dig in!

Sometimes a plate just doesn't hold it all so I have to dump it in my huge salad bowl! :)

This bowl is way bigger than the picture makes it look.

And every time, as soon as you sit down to eat, your little one will request a snack as well!
(don't know how to fix the rotation. Sorry)

Let me be real honest, while I enjoy the fresh greens, I'm really after the goodness at the bottom of the bowl.

All that crunchy, flavorful, pop!

And that's a wrap ya'll! I decided I would spare you the picture of the shamelessly licked clean bowl. Your welcome.

P.S. for dressings--use whatever you want.  Some cool people make their own.  I don't really have time or energy for all that.  I'm a fan of some Newman's Own, a good vinaigrette, plain ole olive oil with vinegar, etc.  

Supporting Bereaved Families - Long Term

Long Term Support

This has been on my heart to share for a long time.  But, out of fear it would seem like a desperate call for help, or even worse—come across as ungrateful for everything we’ve been blessed with, I’ve avoided it. 

But I can’t help to think that someone out there wants to read this.  And at some point (even if it’s not in our family’s grief) this may help someone.  So, here goes nothing. 

In the first days and weeks after a terrible tragedy it’s easy (or should I say easier) to fulfill the needs of a grieving family.  There is nothing too small or too great.  It’s all so needed.    Boundaries are temporarily broken down and it’s socially acceptable to complete intimate tasks for a family in mourning.  But, then the dust settles (about a month after tragedy).  And all the boundaries of life fall back into their usual place.  This leaves well-meaning and loving people not sure where to stand, what to say, or how to do it.  They want to help.  They wish they could.  They don’t know how.  Sometimes they even ask.  But the bereaved family is still barely coping and honestly cannot express needs—not because of pride—but truly the inability to even recognize a need.  And, bereaved parents are especially terrible communicators.  (I once touted myself an excellent communicator—now, it’s hard to type a text to closest friends)  Please forgive us. 

I thought I’d make some suggestions of things that I think are great for long-term support of families coping with loss (specifically loss of a child)

I think the first and greatest gift you can give a grieving mother and father is “Date Nights”

Marriage is hard.  Intentional, healthy relationship is challenging.  Add the loss of a child and the stats on a marriage surviving that are profoundly discouraging.  The mother and father are grieving alone in the same home all day long.  They are busy caring for the other children, dividing and conquering, working, managing the home, etc.   But the truth is—no two people loved their child like they did together.  Giving them a time and space to grieve together is incredibly healing and powerful.  They are too overwhelmed to plan this out for themselves, they feel guilty to ask friends, it’s expensive, and they may not even really feel like they want to go on a date.   But, they NEED to.  They need to get alone.  They need to miss their baby together.  They need to cry together.  They need to breakdown together.  They need to laugh together.  And if mom and dad can grieve healthily together, the children in the home only reap the benefits of this as they lead them down their personal grief journeys.  It’s foundational.

Tangible ways to help:

• ·       Make a reoccurring calendar date for them.  Tell them that every (or every other) Thursday evening at 6 p.m. you will be at their house to feed/bath/watch the children while they go out for two hours.
• ·       Supply the couple with gift cards to local restaurants or attractions they like
• ·       Make  a date night basket for them full of board games, wine, idea jars, tissues, etc. (you get the idea here and can be creative)

The next thing I can think of is “Taking the Pressure off the Family”

Everything feels overwhelming to a grieving parent.  Just breathing feels overwhelming.  Add running a home, managing children’s schedules, obligations, etc. and it’s nearly enough to make the whole thing crumble.

We know we have to move forward, even if it is just one step at a time.  But, it is like walking in concrete.  And while the bereaved family is ready to get on to a new normal, it’s still so hard.  Some days are heavier than others.

Tangible ways to help:

• ·       Offer to do the grocery shopping.  If the family makes a weekly meal plan, pick up their list and debit card, grab the groceries, and drop them off for the family. Going to the grocery store is one of my current least favorite things to do. 
• ·       If there are multiple children in the home that are involved in activities with your children, make a standing offer to take them and/or pick them up for practice, class, games, etc. We want our children to move forward and participate in healthy outlets—but the mental planning, the effort to get them there and back is often crippling.
• ·       Speaking of children—bereaved parents are struggling to connect with anyone, even their own children.  Invest in them.  Take them to weekly park dates, or library visits, ice cream or Sonic Happy Hour every Tuesday.
• ·       One meal a week to the family is a big deal.  Even if it’s hot dogs.  It means mom doesn’t have to think about it—which is the hardest part.
• ·       Find a chore around the home that you can do, even if no one is home, but especially if they are home.  (water plants, vacuum, dust, etc.)  Just one...just a 30 minute chore that doesn’t require anything from the family.
• ·       Do the leg work for the family

o   For example—I have a stack of envelopes from the providers of Asa’s care that I can’t open.  I’d give anything for someone to sit down at my computer and just let me sit next to them while they did all the major work. 

o   We need a grief support group, specifically for bereaved parents.  Ask me if I have sat down and even attempted to find one?  Nope.  But if someone simply took me by the shoulders, pointed me north and said walk ten blocks and you’ll be there—I’d do it. 

Well, there it is.  Just some ways I’ve thought would be good, long-term support to families that are grieving. 

I recognize that my personal love language is Acts of Service and this list has a lot of acts on it.  My prayer is that these are some universal needs and they’d be found helpful to any family. My fear is that people would feel like I don't appreciate all the ways we are being loved.  Please know, we do. 

I’d like to share some examples of what have been the big blessings in hopes that someone else can carry these on in another tragedy.

·       Asa Sundays

o   A friend made a point to post videos and pictures of Asa every Sunday.  It reminds us that we are loved.  That our child is loved.  That they recognize our pain.  The best part is, she didn’t even ask (to my recollection).  She just did it. 

·       Cards in the mail

o   This act is so simple.  I don’t quite grasp its power.  But it is so encouraging to receive kind words in the mail.  One friend sends a card weekly, addressed from God. 

·       Leg Work for Grief Seminar

o   A friend heard of a healing retreat for bereaved parents.  She did all of the leg work.  All the paper work.  All the fine details.  Just sent us the dates of our engagement.   

Thanks for letting me share.  I pray that this is helpful and encouraging.  We are eternally grateful for the army of angels in our community loving us. 

             

If I Had to Choose

If I had to choose it all over again, I would.  If I could change absolutely nothing—not one tiny detail, I’d still choose you.  I would choose Every. Single. Nanosecond. over and over again. 

I would choose one heart breaking negative pregnancy test after another.  I would choose endless days of my most uncomfortable pregnancy, over and over.  I would choose anxiety ridden days of postpartum struggles.  I would choose being held hostage for months upon months because you absolutely hated the car seat.  I would choose staring bewilderedly at a positive pregnancy test, thinking I’ll never survive, while you sat, ten months old, screaming at my feet.  I would choose exhausting days of pregnancy chasing you—the busiest and most demanding toddler. 

If I had to choose it all over again, I would.  If I could change absolutely nothing…I’d still choose you.  If I had to choose the very last day, knowing exactly what was going to happen.  If I didn’t have the power, if I couldn’t change a single thing, I’d still choose you. 

If I had to choose that moment, THE moment, the sound of terror in your father’s voice screaming out to me.  I would.  If I had to chose falling to my knees and pleading with God, over and over again…I would.  If I had to hold your broken vessel while the angels carried you away…Every time, I would.  Every single time.  I’d choose you. 

I’d choose all the pain…over and over and over again.  Just for more of you. 

Asa's Celebration Service Speech

First, I want to say thank you.  Thank you for being here.  Thank you for sharing your time with us.  Thank you for bringing your families.  We are honored that you would sacrifice part of your day to come and be with us.  It truly means more than we could ever express. 

I am in awe and deeply humbled by the love, support, and encouragement of our wonderful community.  There are so many people that we want to thank.  The magnitude of your outpouring is immeasurable.  I believe God gives us all a purpose and special gifts to fulfill that purpose while we are traveling on this earth.  I want you to know that your words, deeds, meals, gifts, support, encouragement, prayers….none of it goes unnoticed. We feel it all in big ways.  And we are humbled.  This is just a glimpse of what heaven looks like.  A bit of Kingdom on Earth.  Thank you for loving us. Thank you for using your gifts.

This tragedy is the ugly, broken, painful part of life.  I want to encourage us to all be praying for one another.  This pain—we are all experiencing it.  I ask that you would please lift up, not just our family, our children…but our closest friends who have been intimately walking and carrying us through this.  Pray that they would be comforted.  I also want to ask us to lift up the first responders, emt’s, paramedics, and the hospital staff.  These people see more tragedy than we can imagine and God gave them the special gift of compassion.  If you are a member of public service community, first responder, emt, paramedic, hospital staff, etc, would you please stand (even if you weren’t directly involved in our tragedy).  Can we take a moment to minister to these people?  Thank you from the deepest places of our hearts for your dedication, your passion, your compassion.  Bless you for your burden.  Thank you

I’d like to share a bit of our Asa story.  We wanted Asa.  We prayed for Asa.  We desired Asa.  So bad, that Paul joked he would have to give me an allowance for pregnancy tests.  But pretty much from the first (of ten) positive tests, he was a challenge.  He was my most uncomfortable pregnancy and we waited 42 weeks for him….42 weeks is a LOOOONG time to wait for a baby! And when he got here,  being my 4^th child, I assumed myself a seasoned mom.  This was going to be a walk in the park, a piece of cake.   But I was so wrong.  His first 6 months, he held us hostage!  He hated the car seat.  No one went anywhere alone with Asa.  We went in teams.  Trips were as short as possible.  We learned the he loved the songs: The Ants Go Marching and 10,000 Reasons….We all sang them together…and sang them so much, we even sang them in our sleep.  And he sang them before his 1^st birthday.  We joked, but not really, that it took us ALL to raise Asa.  I was told by the wise women, the sages, that he would one day be our joy.  And I remember looking at them thinking, “Lady, I might not survive today!”  But they were right.  He did.  He became all of our joy.  You sitting here—is a testament to that.  He was brilliant, charismatic, alive, tenacious.  But he was also kind, loving, and gentle.  He challenged us to become better parents, better individuals—more patient, more generous, more gracious. 

Though my heart breaks, my world is shattered, the picture I once saw of my life in 5, 10 years, what the life of my children would look like, is broken…I am still thankful.  And I still praise him.  I can stand here today and tell you that as I look back, I can see that God was preparing us, me, for this moment for a very long time. 

 

God in his infinite wisdom and glory, gave us the tools and time to be with Asa.  Right before I found out I was pregnant, Paul timidly approached me about staying home.  I say timidly because he knew how hard it would be for me.  Frankly, I looked straight at him after he said it, looked blankly at him, turned and walked away.  It wasn’t until weeks later that the spirit softened me enough for us to start that dialogue.  I gave my notice at work and the very next day, found out we were pregnant.  I left work to come home, and we were going to live off of ¼ of our income.  On paper, it was impossible…but we trusted that God would provide.  And, he did.  In his infinite wisdom and glory, God slay my pride and independence, and gave me over two years as a stay at home mom for the first time, with Asa. 

 Paul and I can look back at our parenting of Asa and say we have no regrets.  There is no room to say, I wish I would have sang one more song, or played more,  or taken more videos, or more pictures, or lost my patience less. Asa was born into our arms in peace, slept in our arms every night, woke up in our arms every morning…we truly have the joy of not saying, “But, I wish…..we would have…” And I praise God for that.

I have the honor of calling 4 women friends, and those women are unique, because not only have they  said goodbye to a baby, they’ve said goodbye to their sons.  They know this pain.  They have walked this road.  And I am blessed they call me friend.  Just last week, before tragedy hit our family, I was with one of these strong-mama friends.  Wishing them off for a trip out of town.  As she was hustling about to get on the road with all her babies, she handed me a book.  It was a book that she has ministered to me from through her own grief journey of losing a son.  I would often ask her the name of it and tell myself to grab a copy—but of course—never had.  But last week, just days before my own grief began, she handed it to me with a hug and kiss.  I breathed it in deep and my cup overfilled. 

So you see, though he may slain us to bind us up again, I will praise him.  I will thank Him that he did not allow us to come to this place of pain and brokenness alone.  That he went before us and he left love notes for us to find our way. 

We will never understand, this side of eternity, the why of all this, but one day, when our eyes look upon the lord, the lamb that was slain, that is seated at the right hand of God, all our tears will be worth it and we will be singing, it is well with my soul. 

Asa's Slideshow

Grief...where some days are hard and others are harder

Today is a hard day.

Really they are all so hard.  Just some days are harder than others.  But on the easier days, there is a slight reprieve from the pain.  The hard days feel like a constrictor is wrapped around you as tight as can be. When an easy day comes--the gripping is still there, but it has loosened up enough to get a few deeps breaths in.

But, after a day or two of reprieve, of the easi(er)--you almost feel guilty for the breaths and the hard is welcomed--the pain, the gripping..the heavy...the tears.

This morning, on my run, I felt the lies gripping me.  The evil one, hurling at me, "It's your fault.  You should have known better.  What were you thinking?  What kind of mother are you?"

At first, I wore it, I put on the heavy, I bore it willingly.  "Yes, yes, how could I have...Yes, yes, I should have...Yes, if only..."

Then, I began to pray that God would cover me in His truth.  That I would be cloaked and hidden in His Word.

God reminded me that His plan for Asa's life was created long before we ever met him. His plan is for an eternal glory.

"Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them" - Psalm 139:16

And, I will cling to this verse...

"Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS." - Phil 4:8

Catching River - by Dad

I know what the world's idea of manliness is. 

This story may not fit the narrative 

Nevertheless it's my favorite story I've ever participated in.

It was a Friday morning.

My wife woke me and told me "we're having a baby today".

Thoughts rushed through my head, a rush of adrenaline hit me and my mission was to make everything as smooth for my wife as possible.

First, I needed a shower. 

That was done in relatively record time and then my wife needed her shower.

We both wanted to make sure we looked "ok" because there were going to be tons of pictures :-) 

And there are.

While Vivian was in the shower I realized the birth tub was cold!!! 

NOOOOOOOO!!! 

boiling water and many pots to get the tub to at least body temperature.

Since the birth tub was situated in our bathroom it was easy to bail buckets of water out and refill with hot water.

Crises somewhat averted.

Then all these wonderful women showed up at our house.

Taking care of the home and the already been born children.

It was spectacular.

I could then focus totally on what my wife needed.

The thing is that I kinda just go on stand by until things get going good.

I leave her be so she can concentrate on her body and what it's saying. 

I monitored the birth tub water temperature.

Walked around

Made a million trips up and down the stairs. 

I'd check on her and let her know that I noticed she was still pregnant.

I finally was band from saying that ever again.

I heeded :-)

In the old testament there is a phrase used that captures what I mean.

So if this was written in third person it would go like this 

"His wife told him he was no longer allowed to say you're still pregnant. And Paul hearkened unto his wife"

I try to keep our moods light without stepping over the line.

I think it's important to make my wife smile.

Especially when she's carrying such a burden as birthing our son.

So finally I see in my wife's face the thing I've been looking for all morning.  Her look of "ok it's getting intense.

She ushers herself to the water. 

I stay out side for a while.

Monitoring the temperature 

And monitoring how far along Vivian is.

I decide it's time for me to change into my swimming trunks.

I walk back into the bathroom and my lovely wife says "you should change and get ready"

I just looked at her beautiful eyes.

I got in.

My role now is coach.

Encouraging her

Telling her she's got this

Telling her we're going to see our son soon

Telling her to lean on me

Telling her to breathe

Telling her she's beautiful

It's all true and it all works

All at the same time our hearts bond even closer.  I feel her needs and I try to give her my strength.

It's the most intimate thing

I can tell she has started pushing

I can also tell things were not happening fast enough for her.

She told me she wanted out of the water and to go to the bed.

I reminded her that she probably didn't want that but I got out of the tub to help her to the bed anyway 

As I was standing there dripping wet she looks up and says "maybe not" as she goes into another push.

I get back in

After a few more attempts she decides she wants the birth stool.

Now this throws a big kink in what I pictured would be a water birth similar to the way it was with Asa.

I wasn't prepared for catching a baby on dry land.

I had to shake myself and regain my focus. I had to remind myself that this is her moment.

This is where she shines through. 

So,  after she is positioned on the birth stool.  I position myself like I'm a catcher at a major league baseball game.

I'm in a squatting position 

My imaginary hat is on backwards and I'm ready for whatever is thrown. Curve, fast ball, slider,  knuckle ball WHAT EVER I was ready.

I seen him start to crown.

I'm telling my wife she's ALMOST DONE 

ALMOST THERE 

KEEP GOING HONEY

She's quietly says "I know" 

Now is not the time for a philosophical discussion about I know you know I know you know.

Then it seems the very next thing is she squirted me.

I didn't know her water hadn't broken yet. 

I wasn't ready for it.

I flinched and made sure my mouth wasn't open.

I really didn't know there was that much water. I'm soaked. I look to make sure the hose was shut off and I see my son's little beautiful head.  A bomb could have went off and it wouldn't have shook my focus

I told Vivian his head is out!!!! 

She again says she knows.

Now I have my hands gentle cradling his head waiting for the rest of his body.

She gives another shove and out he comes. 

He's big

He's heavy 

He's super slick slimy and sloppy. 

I catch him and he's yelling his appearance at me in the most wonderful little voice.

I get him head up and try to lift him up to momma.  It's like trying to hold onto a carp.

Momma reaches down for him and I butt lift him up.

What a beautiful thing.

By far the greatest thing I've ever participated in.

Our son was where he belonged 

On my wife's chest

Things from here get a little fuzzy for me.

My focus point was over 

My next task is to introduce the family and friends

Vivian goes to the bed holding our brand new son.

I'll never ever forget it 

Women fall in love with their babies while they are still in the womb.

Mom's get to know their children's habits and traits way before Dad does.

But I fell in love with him as soon as I seen him 

I was the first to hold him this side of the womb.

I will never ever forget it.

The Birth Village

Early Friday morning, before the first rays of sunlight spilled through the windows, I lay awake in my bed, meditating and praying—surrendering my day—when that first primal, familiar rolling wave surged through my 40+5 week pregnant body.  I joyfully welcomed it and its coming strength along with the rising sun. 

I connected with my midwife (whom after 3 births together is affectionately called Grandma by my children).  Then, I let my village know the day had finally arrived.   

I purposed myself on the task at hand and minded labor and before long our home was intoxicated delightful sounds and smells in anticipation of new life.

The sounds of four excited children ready to welcome their newest sibling radiated through every wall of the home, sounds of village voices tending to those precious souls, sounds of kitchen toiling and home tending bubbled over like fountains of joy.

Aromas of soups and breads being meddled together from whatever provisions were found in the kitchen began to filter through the home and smells of herbs being prepared for life-giving healing excited my spirit.

Just before noon, a break from the bustling about, a warm cup of coffee, and a walk in the sunshine was shared over words of love and encouragement.

And when River arrived, a little after 2pm, we were ushered into bed, greeted with juice and fresh fruit.  Yard flowers in mason jars adorned tables and stands.  And the village voices began to bustle about once more—minding the end of my labor, starting laundry, and feeding my family. 

As the evening came they each returned to their own homes and families and my heart was full—full with love for new life, and full with thanks for the village.