Friday, January 16, 2015

Recapping a decade of my life

(photo by Alyza Moore for the "Bodies Born to Rise" project)
I have spent the last several months going through every last inch of this blog. Reorganizing. Cleaning up old labels. Making it easier to find things. I'm not done and still have many hours of work ahead of me.

In March it will be ten years of blogging.

It's a weird thing to be able to look at a decade of your life. Not all of it. Just the parts I let others see, of course. But that is its own interesting experience.

It's not news that I have been writing less and less. I have stared at it to find exactly what/when/how this has happened. I figured there would be a pattern of some sort. I cross-analyzed it with Facebook (because this was a very serious scientific inquiry, don't ya' know?). I compared it with life events.

And that's when I saw it. It wasn't one thing. It has been many.

a major shift in homeschooling and my time here at my kitchen table after one of our kids entered public school 
new in-real-life community that I began to be very deliberate about maintaining 
speaking/traveling 
running, then running more and training more and running some more 
more of my children joining social media and joining with them there 
coaching other parents online and reading/researching regularly to have more resources at my fingertips 
respecting the privacy of my kids as they age - even deleting and changing wording on things I write to honor their healing and personal space 
a huge dip happening after going to two burns in four months - practicing being present and cutting all online connection for large chunks of time (you see a very deliberate drop in posts after I acquired my ticket to Burning Man one March and began preparing ... that made me smile, remembering that spring and summer ... so many amazing experiences) 
having teenagers - my life looks completely different now 
perimenopausal brain fog making writing much more tedious and exhausting


This was once my therapy. My self-love. This place has carried me for years. It was where I could pour things out, process my own experiences and grow out loud just a little bit. It did its job beautifully. I have grown in ways I never expected. My ease into this new phase of life and parenthood has been gradual. I am finding my self-expression in other ways these days. I am challenging myself with smaller groups of people. I have the freedom to leave this table much more than I ever have.

As a part of what I have called my "blog cleanse," I am reposting all of my most helpful therapeutic parenting posts on my coaching site. There is already a full year set to post throughout 2015 to refresh and encourage you: Christine's Parent Coaching Blog

For years, my blog was a way to keep family current on stuff and to connect with other homeschoolers. It stayed that way for quite a while. Until we became therapeutic parents. And as many of you remember, that was when readership spiked. We were a bit like a car crash and people couldn't help but rubber-neck. Others who were having similar struggles found us and started to hold our hands virtually over the years.

The reason I help other parents now is because, like all of us, I wish I had known everything I know now when I started learning and practicing "therapeutic parenting." Yet, I'm still learning. More and more. Because kids continue to hurt and experience trauma. More professionals are taking an interest and working tirelessly to find more answers.

I learned what it meant when they said things like, "The best therapy happens at home." Yet I also experienced how that meant a bunch of us normal people with our own histories/traumas were supposed to be the magic, not even realizing just how much our kids' trauma was constantly triggering our own issues and buttons. We didn't have years of schooling. We didn't have professors insisting we have our own therapy before daring to provide therapeutic interventions to others.

We've been pioneers. Yet, it doesn't feel like that to us. It feels more like "floundering and grasping at straws."

I believe this is changing. I believe it will continue to change. And this has been how I have contributed. We all have in some way. I am very proud of our family's floundering and our willingness to share it with others. I am also proud of the others who have understood we only share a portion of it and maintain some privacy.

I thank each of you for the way you are contributing in your floundering. Through message groups, social media posts, advocating and daring to question therapists who don't seem to "get it." We are all changing the face of early childhood trauma.

That is why I'm reposting the meat of all of that in a separate space. I already have a year of posts ready to go. One per week. We want it to continue to help people along the way.

That's a big part of what this blog became. The other is my own personal unfolding. I had no idea when I started this that I would be where I am today. At a little RV park in south Texas. No longer wearing the hat of "pastor's wife." Spending days not finding myself, but allowing all that has existed within me to finally have a space on the outside. Some of you have walked that with me. So, I leave this here for that reason. I'm proud of it. Embarrassed by some of it. Uncomfortable reading back through other parts. But I know that being vulnerable brings me strength. And it brings you strength. I'm glad to do that, even when I hate it.

In the meantime, remember that we are about to hit February.

Sexuary.

Now, hasn't that been a ride? Last year I ended my part and I've turned it over to you. I will be leaving all of these posts for your yearly inspiration: Sexperiment, Sexuary and the Infamous Post on Butt Sex

I take a holistic approach to myself, which is why I've always talked about so many things. All the things. There are many important pieces to life that dribble over and affect the others. So, I proudly leave you with the years of my own sexuary experiences. The good, the bad ... and the butt.

To whomever you are, thank you for holding my coat as I dive into my own figuring-it-out. I will keep holding this space for myself as I need it. And I'll hold it for you, too. Whatever it has been for you along the way. If anything I have ever written has helped just one person in a struggle or life-shift, it has been so very worth doing this in a public way.

I'll see you around.

Monday, January 05, 2015

Jar-o-Good

Last night in the car one of the kids was talking about an idea they heard in their student group for the new year. Make a jar that you can place in a prominent-enough location that you won't forget about it. Write down the good things that happen to you. Take a moment in the evenings to do it. On your bad days, you can randomly read about and be reminded of the good in your life.

Simple.

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Therapeutic Parenting Resources

(christineparentcoaching.com)
I have been working very hard the last few weeks to reorganize the things I have learned over the past six years, when it comes to parenting. My goal has always been to share. However I can.

As you would suspect, as my life has been pretty messy, my sharing has been pretty messy. Scattered. So, I have been putting a very deliberate effort into organizing and re-presenting it in a way that can be more easily searched and utilized.

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

Open up that October door!

(photo by Kate Northern; used
with permission)
October.

It's the most wonderful time of the year in my house.

Halloween ... and National Coming Out Day!

Sunday, July 06, 2014

Summer time, when the living is ... *deep breath*

I am experiencing something right now that so many of you do every year. However, it is brand new to me. I have a child attending public school, so this is my first "have them home all summer" thing.

Saturday, June 07, 2014

Immediacy and Impermanence

This week I participated in beautiful and ridiculously lengthy Facebook thread, birthed by burners. It was full of snark and brilliance. Within minutes I had fallen madly in love with people I have never met, and wanted them all at my party.

Also, I wanted to plan a party.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

There is no magic pill, right?

If you are like me, you are an animal when it comes to seeking out help for your kids.  From struggles with learning, to finding clothes that fit right as their bodies grow and change, to learning about all the therapy options for mental and emotional health issues ... we advocate for the little and the big.

(photo by Tibor Fazakas; used with permission)

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Six years

(November 2010 - Elizabeth Knox Photography)


Six years ago today we became a family of seven.

Saturday, March 08, 2014

Sunday, March 02, 2014

Maybe it wasn't what you were expecting

I just had the best Sexuary of the six years I've been doing this.

I started Sexuary (Sexperiment) because I had spent most of my life trying and opening up to things that might improve my sex life.  Because, ummmm ... it would be stupid not to, right?  That makes sense.

However, I was doing it because I thought I was broken.  I wanted to be like the women who wanted sex all the time.  I wanted to want sex.