Friday, June 28, 2019

All The Places

Many of you have followed my blog for a while and know I love taking the kids around town to fun places - to learn new things, to experience a wide variety of areas, to meet new people. A lot of you have called me Super Mom or praised me for being some kind of "great mom." But, let's be honest. The only thing that makes me "super" is knowing my limitations... that I cannot just stay at home with my kids who would otherwise drive me INSANE. I am sick of the screen time fights, the incessant snacking, the "I'm bored" comments, the constant cleaning up of spill after spill. The only thing that saves me is getting OUT of the house, getting away from our normal mess, and forcing me to really engage with the kids instead of nagging them about cleaning up... or being kinder ... or using inside voices ... or to stop asking for the computer or my phone or the Nintendo... or the constant whistling of the same tune over and over. Really. Sometimes I can't stand my own kids when we are just cooped up in the house. The real saints are the ones who CAN. Anyway, my sister suggested I put together a long list of all the places we go, have been, or are (*)wanting to try out in the DFW area. So, without further delay, I bring you ALL THE PLACES! (PLEASE message me or post a comment to add to this list! We are always looking for new places to go!)

WATER PARKS:
Hawaiian Falls
Epic Waters
Frisco Water Park
NRH2O*

PARKS/SPLASH PARKS:
Oak Hills Park in Carrollton
Klyde Warren Park
Hope Park
Scottish Rite Hospital playground
Celebration Park in Allen
Campbell Green in Dallas
Mary Heads Carter Park in Carrollton
Dream Park in Fort Worth*
Little Elm Beach - has a playground, volleyball courts, and "beach" area
Arbor Hills Nature Preserve - park and hiking trails

DAY CAMPS:
Elevate Gymnastics
My Gym in Frisco
Metroplex Gymnastics in Allen
Young Chef's Academy (also has individual cooking classes)
Infinite Bounds
Power Kids

PARENTS NIGHT OUT:
Impact America Martial Arts
My Gym
Metroplex Gymnastics

CLASSES:
Home Depot Kid's Workshop
Lowe's Build & Grow classes
7 Notes - kids music classes - free trials
Little Gym - free trials
Gymboree - free trials for gym, music, and art classes

COOKING:
Young Chef's Academy in Frisco
Central Market Cooking School
Taste Buds*

INDOOR PLAY SPACES:
Cheeky Monkeys
Nickelmania
Walnut Hill Rec Center open gym
Campbell Green open gym toddler time
Play Street Frisco, Allen, McKinney, Plano
The Kids Play Co. (new owners are not as good as the old Play Date Co.)
The Coop in Frisco
Peppa Pig World of Play at Grapevine Mills Mall
Palaestra Gymnastics in Dallas
Safari Run in Plano
Kids Castle in Plano
Obstacle Warrior Kids
Prestonwood Baptist Church
Thunderbird Roller Skating Rink
Star Center Ice Skating
Spark!
Chuck E. Cheese's
Galleria play area
Willowbend Mall - also has "Summer Fun Thursdays" shows
Luv2Play
Free Play Arcade
Whirly Ball in Plano*
Little Humans, Big Fun
Regeneration Arcade
Lunar Golf at Grapevine Mills Mall
Watermark Church - Tree Fort
The Ark at GracePoint Church
Soar*
Jump Street
Color Me Mine
Paint 'N Party
Park In Play in Sachse
Pump It Up
Pinstack
Altitude Trampoline Park
Strikz
Battlefield in Denton
Escape rooms*
Jungle Joe's in Frisco
EQ Kids Club
JumpMania
Urban Air in Frisco or Dallas
Kid Mania
Jump Zone in Frisco
CooCoo's in Plano
The Tubes & The Bugs at Irving Bible Church

OUTDOOR PLAY PLACES:
Six Flags
Adventure Landing
SpeedZone*
RoughRiders games

YUMMINESS (great kids places to snack or dine)
TC Shaved Ice in Frisco
Sugar Mountain in Plano
Menchie's
Yummilicious
Bahama Bucks
Monster Yogurt
Hula Hut in Little Elm
Nico's Cocina in Carrollton (outdoor play space for kids)
Rainforest Cafe at Grapevine Mills Mall
Hat Creek - play area outside
Nerdvana - coffee shop with board games
Babe's Chicken - a family favorite
Bubba's in Dallas or Frisco
Country Burger
Great Wall Buffet
String Bean
Sunny Street Cafe
Magic Time Machine -- okay, not so yummy, but definitely fun
Frisco Rail Yard*

MUSEUMS:
Perot Museum
UT Arlington Planetarium*
Fort Worth Museum of Science and History
National Videogame Museum
SeaLife
SeaQuest
Herd Museum in McKinney
Frisco Discovery Science Center
Children's Aquarium at Fair Park
Crayola Experience
Safety Town in Frisco
Fire Station - (not so much a museum, but didn't know where to categorize this one!)
Dallas Museum of Art
Dallas Heritage Village

FARMS:
Blase Family Farm (Blueberry and Pumpkin farm)
Blueberry Hills Farm*
Ham Orchard
Plano Heritage Farmstead Museum
Yesterland Farm
Cathy's Critters

THEATERS:
Studio Movie Grill - Children's Summer Series
Alamo Drafthouse - Kids Camp and/or Cereal Party on weekend mornings
Medieval Times- dinner and show
Willowbend Mall Movies
Plano Children's Theater
Geppetto's Theater*

REC CENTERS/POOLS:
Tom Muehlenbeck Center
Jack Carter Pool
Texas Pool
Heights Family Aquatics Center
Fretz Park Pool

ZOOS:
Dallas Zoo
Fort Worth Zoo
Gentle Zoo
Fritz Petting Farm in Irving
Fossil Rim - drive through zoo

LIBRARIES/BOOK STORES:
Haggard Library
Bookmarks
Barnes & Noble - story time
Public libraries - check story times and puppet show times in quarterly event magazines

VOLUNTEER OPPORTUNITIES:
Wee Volunteer
Brighter Bites
Meals on Wheels*
The Birthday Party Project
Hope Supply Co.*
Angel Tree

OTHER SEASONAL FAVORITES:
ICE! at Gaylord Texan
Trains at NorthPark Centre
Candlelight at Dallas Heritage Village
Great Wolf Lodge
Frisco Square ice skating
Vetruvian Lights
Preston Trail Farms
Dallas Arboretum

Sunday, June 9, 2019

And ANOTHER Year Makes EIGHT!

Dear Banner,
Oh my. I cannot believe I just typed in that title up there - EIGHT years old. It is so true what we parents know all too well: the days are LONG but the years are so very SHORT. Every day can feel like a year, and every year feels like a day, and I am so awed by how quickly you went from my swaddled baby to my active boy. Each year when I write your birthday newsletter, I try to think of all the little things that make you who you are - your likes and dislikes, your interests and abilities, your typical schedule and routine. I want to capture you at this very moment - for myself of course - but also for you to look back on and remember what you were like at this age. But, I was writing your "I Believe" the other night, and I kept having to shrink the font size to get my words to fit on one page because I just kept writing and writing and listing and listing - all the beautiful memories and experiences and intricacies that make you so perfectly Banner.

So, the hard part is trying to capture you when you are so very complex. I don't know where to start, so no better way than to just dive in:

-You're a very social kid. You always want a friend to come over. You want to invite friends to join us out to dinner, or you wonder who is coming with us whenever we go somewhere and can be disappointed when I say it's just our family. The only times you seem to get in trouble at school are for talking to friends. You want to run that mouth of yours even when the teacher is talking, and you like to try to blame it on the other kids, but we both know you're a talker and it's hard to stop your mouth from saying what pops into your brain.

-That brain... it's always working. You're always curious, very inquisitive, always planning or thinking or negotiating. This summer you are taking SIGS classes (Summer Institute for Gifted Students) even though I tried to talk you out of it. It's an early start time and getting up early on a "school day" is always a challenge for you (but never on the weekend, of course!). But, you pretty much begged to participate, and who am I to tell you no to an academic summer!? You want to think and use that brain of yours to solve complex problems in creative ways.

-You started seeing Ms. Kim this last semester of school. You were complaining of anxiety symptoms ("I think I'm having a heart attack," "It's hard to breathe," having tummy aches) and you are still struggling with sleeping through the night, so a counselor was a good option for you. In addition, you talk to Ms. Kim about your relationship with Quinn and your ADHD symptoms. You can be very impulsive and inattentive, and that can get in the way of your relationships with Quinn and with us. Ms. Kim has really helped us see the you that ADHD can sometimes hide, the sweet boy I've always known is there but can't show up sometimes due to the complications the symptoms cover up. I'm looking forward to continuing to work with her to help you with your sleeping through the night in your own room and to helping you feel safe and calm.

-Speaking of your relationship with Quinn: you really wish you were an only child. That's the bottom line. You and Quinn have SO much fun together and can be the best of friends, but you do not like sharing attention, time, toys, games, etc. It's hard for you to compromise and share turns. You don't just want to be the alpha male, you want to be the ONLY male.

-You love all things construction, building, assembling and disassembling, creating, and sharing. You love Legos, love to make your own videos, love science experiments with Daddy, love planting and gardening, love finding interesting items around the house to recycle into an experiment or an art project.

-Day-to-day life with you can often depend on what kind of mood you are in. You can be difficult to motivate to get ready for school each morning - lots of reminders to get dressed or eat breakfast or brush teeth. You would rather find any little trinket to play with and distract you. What's important to you at any given time takes over what is ultimately important to getting you out the door on time. We've been focusing on helping you manage your time with the phrase, "First things first, Banner." I say this a lot, because you need redirecting to finish homework before playing a game or find your shoes before determining which Pokemon cards you're going to give to Quinn, for example. We have to be mindful to turn off the TV before we give you a task to make sure we have your attention. We forget we cannot parent you from across the room, as you can completely tune us out. I can ask you many times to do something, but you'll forget before you even get half-way to where you were going and say, "Wait, what did you say?" We ask for eye contact first, we have you repeat what we asked you to do, we give reminders, but sometimes the task still doesn't get done. You are like the absent-minded professor sometimes, and while it is comical on some level, it's infuriating on another. I just wish I knew what it was like to be in your brain - always thinking, always moving, always distracted.

-You've grown quickly this year. We will see Dr. B next week, so I'll update this post at that time with your official stats, but you are now in size 8 clothes and size 2 shoes. You kinda skipped through size 7 pretty quickly, as well as size 1 shoes. Yet, you're still on the little/short side when it comes to comparing you to your peers. You can eat a LOT when you get hungry - wanting snack after snack after snack, or wanting to order two meals at a restaurant. You'll eat what your brothers don't finish, and you'll still ask for more. At the same time, your eyes are way bigger than your belly, and you will fill up a Menchie's cup with way too much frozen yogurt and way too many toppings and barely make a dent in it. Your appetite is so hit-or-miss, and I have a feeling as you get older, it is going to be increasing quite a bit!

-You do LOVE sweets. You love candy, beg for sodas (which we barely allow except Sprite), will always ask for dessert, enjoy Slurpees, never pass up making cookies or mug cakes at Grandma & Papa's house, and talk any of your caretakers into getting you sugared up before we come home.

-This year we went on your first cruise, went out of the country for the first time, went camping for the first time. You taught yourself cursive, learned to tie your shoes (kind of), and learned to snap. You went to GFC by yourself for Fall and Spring camps for the first time. You had your first dental procedure (removal of a mucocele on the inside of your mouth) and were so brave. You went to the Texas Capitol and talked to legislators with Daddy and the ADL. You were "in charge" of a cruise ship for 5 seconds for the first time, too!

-Your typical schedule: Up at 6:50 on a school day - and I have to talk you into waking up - finding any carrot to get you up: it's hat day, it's art day, it's bike rodeo, it's book fair, there's free breakfast, anything I can think of that will get you UP. (Of course if it's the weekend you're up long before 6:30 because - well, you want to drive me MAD!)  On most days, I drop you off at school around 7:30 before I head to work, other times Daddy drops you or you ride your bike. After school this year, you've been with either me, Grandma, Aunt Kira, or BeeBee depending on if it's a work day for me or not. Then, dinner around 6:00ish, shower around 7:15, and bed by 8:00. And usually you pass out - but you'll be up at least once or twice before morning.

-Some of your favorite things/things that make you so happy: Nintendo Switch, play dates, basketball, Minecraft, Super Mario Odyssey, swimming, Chuck E Cheese's, movie nights, sleeping in our room or having me or Daddy sleep in your bed, the computer, PACE, Brycen & Nami, spending the night at Grandma's, the Levis (big and little), Landon, Sepehr, Max, being on a soccer team, karate class, dates with just Mom or Dad, going to Aunt Jacque's house, getting gifts or party favors, shopping online, riding your bike to school, Nerf guns, arcades, cheese quesadillas.

-Some of your least favorite things/things that make you angry or upset: having to share, leaving someone's house or when they leave ours, being by yourself, time outs, being interrupted, being asked to drink milk, not getting what you want, having to tag along to Quinn and Knox's swim lessons, going upstairs/downstairs by yourself, bugs, homework (mostly writing assignments).

For your birthday celebration, we couldn't decide for the longest time where to have a party. We considered so many different places from National Video Game Museum to Battlefield to Free Play again, but ultimately decided on Impact America where you take martial arts classes and earned your yellow belt just a few weeks ago. It turned out to be a perfect little gathering of good friends and family, and you got to help lead the party with Mr. Wilkinson. There was a lot of laughter and sweating and running and more giggling. Then we went to an impromptu dinner with Zaide/BeeBee and Grandma/Papa, and that was a lot of fun, too! We ended the night with an annual reading of your yearly "I Believe." I just adore this tradition for so many reasons: it gives me closure on the year we've spent with you at that particular age, and it helps us as a family remember so many fun times. I hope in years to come you will look back at each age and reflect on those memories with love and joy, remember the songs and movies, books and toys you were in to at those times, and reflect on what a blessed life you have.

When you got up this morning, Daddy went to get donuts, but you were too busy playing with your new Pokemon cards and constructing your new Labo from Grandma and Papa to even let us put a candle in a donut or sing "Happy Birthday." We went to Damon's birthday party mid-morning and spent the early afternoon eating, splashing at the splash park, and having fun with family. Then, a storm came through just as we were leaving. We tried to open the garage door when we got home, but there was no power, and since Daddy only brought our car key with us (and no house key), we were locked out. We tried to drive to Grandma's house, but with hail and torrential downpours, we decided it wasn't a good idea, especially as trees and branches were falling around us. So, we drove back home and asked our neighbors if we could hang there for a while. Luckily, BeeBee came over about an hour later to give you a birthday gift, and she let us in! Then, you wanted to go see Secret Life of Pets 2 at Studio Movie Grill, so we did that for dinner, and in the middle you turned to me and said, "This is hilarious. Aren't you glad I brought you here?" :)  Then we came home and you put together one of your new Lego sets before saying goodnight. I'd say it was a pretty fun day!

On June 3, you asked me if I had started your "I Believe," and I hadn't yet. I don't usually until a couple days before your birthday, but you were very distraught, even cried, because I hadn't started it yet. You thought it meant you weren't important to me or that I had forgotten and wouldn't have time to do it for you. I held you and made you look at me in the eyes as I said, "I got you, Banner. I promise you I will never forget." You seemed tentative, but I was so grateful that you cared, that my efforts to reflect and document all these treasured memories for you made a difference to you. Thank you for that. As I said goodnight to you last night, the last night as a 7-year-old, I told you, "8 years ago tonight, I had never met you, and now I can't imagine my life without you." You said, "You're making me cry." Oh. My Angel Baby, you just open my heart more and more. Sometimes Mommy needs to hear that you care and needs to know that you feel that connection I feel. It's hard for me to tell sometimes, as you push me away physically periodically or you tell me you don't care about certain things, but these quiet, peaceful times just the two of us, the real you comes out and we click and snuggle and tear up together. Those beautiful conversations are what keep me going on the hard days, just knowing that I'm your rock and we have each other and there isn't a thing we can't talk about.

In the glow of the nightlight, we talk about where babies come from, why Christians believe in Jesus, what my grandparents were like, how much we miss Bubbie, how racism is wrong and what we can do to stop it, how to be a better friend to someone or how to navigate a difficult friendship, how important being honest and truthful is, and how someone could walk into a synagogue and shoot people. There are no great answers to some of these difficult topics, but we are figuring them out together - you asking the great questions and me finding the words to help you understand the world. I have no idea what I'm doing, Banner, and I'm pretty sure you figured that out around 6 months old and have kept it a secret for me for a long time. But, truly, I don't. The one thing that keeps me going, though, is knowing that you and I are in this together - that I am here for you no matter what, and my love for you is strong and unconditional. Of that I am completely sure, and there's no messing that up, so if I trust in that, we cannot go wrong and will figure it all out together.

Keep asking the tough questions. Keep telling me what's on your mind. Keep pushing yourself to learn and inquire and test and understand. Keep growing and changing, even if I want so badly for you to stop just as you are and spend the rest of your life with your little, thin hand in mine.

I love you so much, Angel Baby!
Happy 8th Birthday and MANY, MANY more!
Love,
Mommy






















Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Holding on Tightly

You know that feeling you have as the roller coaster jerks upward, clickety-clacking toward the top of the first "hill" of the ride? You're excited, you're nervous, you have no idea what is on the other side. A giant drop? A small little wave? A curve that will jerk you every which way? Your hands grasp firmly to the handlebar over your lap, your legs might tighten, you might lean in to your riding partner, you are anxiously smiling with a clenched jaw, and you're holding on tightly, bracing yourself for what is to come.

That's how I felt tonight at our preschool's celebration event. It's the end of another great year for my little boys, and we gathered together for the fourth year in a row with this extended family of ours to celebrate our babies' successes and milestones. Each class sings a song of friendship or gratitude, and the parents in the audience reflect on a year of great growth for their littlest children. Maybe their baby overcame separation anxiety. Maybe he learned to talk that year. Maybe she potty-trained or tried new foods or found a best friend. Maybe he overcame his fear of the stage or of fire drills. Maybe he learned to control his temper or found a love for books or music or arts and crafts. Maybe she learned to assert herself or ask for help when she needs it. Whatever the milestone, we are all there reminiscing about our sweet little ones and how far they've come in a school year's time. 

Tonight, I was doing all of that for Knox and for Quinn. But, I was also feeling the fear of what is to come, and I was holding on so tightly to the memories, the huge gains I've seen in my boys, and remembering the four years of Quinn's adventures in preschool. He got there all too quickly, and he's leaving even faster. We've been bracing ourselves for this emotional night for a couple weeks since Quinn has been grappling with his fears, worries, excitement, and concerns about Kindergarten. He knows he is ready. Academically, he will excel, we have no doubt. Socially, he will make friends and be a kind friend to all. Emotionally, though, he is a bit of his mama's son, and he is nervous about change. He has come home telling us about the words to his "Celebration Class" song ("Wherever I Go" from Hannah Montana):
Here we are now. Everything's about to change. We face tomorrow as we say goodbye to yesterday. A chapter ending but the story's only just begun. A page is turning for everyone. So I'm moving on, letting go. Holding on to tomorrow. I've always got the memories while I'm finding out who I'm gonna be. We might be apart, but I hope you always know you'll be with me wherever I go.
I could go on and list the second verse of the song, but you get the point. It's an emotional song, and my emotional, sensitive kiddo knows and feels those words. So, when he would come home and tell me, "Mommy, the words to my Celebration song make me sad," I knew he might struggle as the event came closer. I've tried not to let him think too much about it, but he would continue to bring up his feelings during bed time the last couple weeks, "Mommy, I"m happy and I'm sad about leaving Anshai," "Mommy, I'm nervous about Kindergarten," "I've been at Anshai for a long time, and it's going to be hard to leave." He is well aware of this chapter in his life ending, and he is fully feeling it.

So, tonight, as we got in the car to go back up to school, he said, "Mommy, I'm feeling a little nervous." I told him that is very normal, and it's okay to feel that way. I gave him some tools to try- breathing through it, holding his hands together, distracting himself with other friends and conversations, listening to what the teacher says, etc. And as we walked in to his classroom, he asked me to tell his teacher how he was feeling. She took him under her wing, and he separated from me just fine. But, a few lines into his first (of three) songs, he was tearing up, covering his face, and before long, sitting in the teacher's lap. He was able to get himself back together for the second song, but he was very anxious and didn't want to go back up there at all. I had a brief chat with him - reminding him that this is the only chance he'll get to sing, and I didn't want him to regret not singing with his class, not participating. I went and sat very close to the stage, and again, I held on tightly - hoping he could muster the calm to get through the tears and anxieties.

By the end of the last song, he was fine, and even later after dinner, he was having a great time with his buddies he's known since before he was 2, taking pictures with former teachers, smiling with his "girlfriend" as she came up to tell him "Congratulations, Quinn!" (oh, be still my heart!), and acting silly and rambunctious as usual. His teachers were able to speak directly to each PreK student "graduating" tonight, and he was fidgety and swinging his arms as he listened nervously to his teachers' words. We took a few more photos, and we reminisced about how he used to run along the sidewalk with his buddies when we'd pick him up from the 2's class, how he used to have such a hard time separating from us when he was in the toddler class, how he was one of the only kiddos talking so well at not even 2-years-old, how he'll miss the games Ms. Rachel would play with the celebration class, how he used to be afraid to go to Hebrew class or wouldn't sing the Bear Hunt song.

And there I was again, holding on tightly. Holding on as I wanted the roller coaster to just halt, stop dead in its tracks so that time would just hold still a little longer - let me embrace the safety of this side of the coaster where he has felt safe and I know what to expect and where he's my little preschooler. I want to hold tightly to the memories, the people, the littleness of him, this chapter in his life, the friendships and relationships I'VE made through 4 of his 5-and-a-half years.

So, tonight we celebrated how my little toddler grew up at this school he has grown to love. We reminisced, we cried, we laughed, we embraced. We held tightly to the present time, because we're about to go over that big hump in the roller coaster, and a new ride starts soon. And, alas, we will keep holding on tightly... because Knox is on his way to his next adventure, too!















Friday, May 17, 2019

Abort Anti-Choice

Very recently, Alabama lawmakers voted to ban abortions in their state, the Georgia governor signed a restrictive "heartbeat" abortion ban, Missouri senators just passed a bill that outlaws abortion after 8 weeks, an Ohio abortion bill passed restrictive abortion access (and has made false claims about ectopic pregnancies), and abortion conversations have been front and center in the news. The discussion ultimately circles around the fate of Roe v. Wade - whether it will or won't be overturned. The topic has me so upset.

Let me say before I get on my soapbox and show my true colors about where I stand on this issue, I have several friends who are anti-choice. And I really like these people. They are good people, nice people, and I don't want to lose their friendships or their respect. I'm apprehensive about publicly sharing any of my beliefs about this topic because I fear alienating others who I consider friends or even family, but I also can't seem to bite my tongue anymore, and you know me... when I have something on my mind, I write about it and share it to spark discussion and thought. Furthermore, I know a handful of people who have disclosed their abortions to me, and this topic is sometimes too raw and painful to discuss or fight about, so they won't say anything about it to you. The stigma and propaganda has alienated these women into being unable to talk openly about their abortions, and the mere mention of abortion can cause guttural reactions that often keep them from speaking out. They are the brave ones, but they've become victims of the fringe propaganda, so it is my deep conviction that we must be voices for those who can't or won't speak out.

So, now that I've laid that out there, let me start with this: Banning abortions is wrong. It's absolutely not the government's place, BY LAW, to create laws that prohibit women from making choices for their own body. There's this thing called body autonomy, and it's a real law. It means that each person has the right to determine who or what uses his/her body, for what, and for how long. Even if you're dead you retain body autonomy. It's the reason a person cannot be forced to donate organs or blood - even if it would be a life-saving measure for someone else. And, if you choose not to donate or let another person live off of your body or your blood, you are not held liable for their outcome (death or illness for example). A fetus is using a mother's body to live off of them, and it is there by permission and not by right. Even if a consenting woman becomes pregnant, she can withdraw that permission even after she has become pregnant.

It might make you wonder, though, why would a person change her mind? Well, to be clear, it doesn't matter why. A woman's decision is hers to make, and it doesn't have to affect you at all. Go ahead - let it go. This is not about you. But, I digress - I'll go ahead and answer that. Family circumstances change, financial circumstances change, perhaps others in her life have become ill or require more attention, time, energy, money, and care, or maybe she found out she has cancer or the baby is ill or is "incompatible with life" and won't live to survive childbirth or much thereafter. It doesn't matter why - it's her choice, it's her body, it's not yours.

Perhaps the decision to have a child was not hers to consent to. Maybe the mother was raped, sexually assaulted, or denied birth control for some reason. Maybe  her partner "pulled the goalie" by compromising birth control methods. Maybe she thought she was infertile. Maybe she thought she was going through menopause. But NONE of this matters. Legally, this is HER choice, whether you like it or not.

Now, you might think it's immoral or unethical or against your religion to have an abortion. Then, by all means, don't have one. You don't have to fear that pro-choicers are going to make you have one... it doesn't work that way. But, in our grand United States of America, you have no right to put those beliefs on someone else. You might not like that I don't believe Jesus died for your sins, but it doesn't mean I am denied the right to believe however I want. I may disagree with your idea to vote for the Republican candidate, but I may under no circumstances deny you the right to vote (funny how that doesn't seem to be reciprocated on the other side). You might not like that Hobby Lobby holds some pretty messed up religious views, but you can't deny me the right to shop there. That's MY choice no matter how "wrong" you think it is. You cannot tell me not to have a medical procedure on my own body, even if you believe I'm killing a fetus.

Yes, I've been pregnant... three times, in fact. And yes, I felt an attachment to each of those little fetuses long before they could have survived outside of my body. The kicks, the flutters, the sonograms, the sound of their heartbeats... they were all miraculous to me. But they were my choice. And they needed me to be on board with them being there. I am so fortunate that I never had to endure a miscarriage or a decision to terminate a pregnancy, and I cannot imagine what a woman goes through when grappling with either of these stresses. I had bleeding during each pregnancy, and each time it was awful and terrifying and anxiety-provoking. If I had to make a decision for the sake of my baby or myself, that would have added excruciating agony I cannot fathom. I don't know any woman who would think this is an easy decision. The lack of empathy and understanding shown by our political leaders is appalling and abhorrent.

They have no problem allowing any idiot to buy/own/carry a gun and only send thoughts and prayers when those guns are used to take the lives of innocent children. But, when a woman wants to have a say over her own reproductive health, they will simply not have it. They want to say that fetus is a life, a person, an individual with rights. Well, they just can't have it both ways. At least up until a certain point, that baby is not viable on its own and would not live outside the womb. Anti-choicers want to force that woman to be the incubator for a fetus that is not even livable yet and give it more rights than the woman housing it.

To elaborate on this point, let's just say a 1-month-old baby is on life-support for whatever reason (a horrible disease, a nightmarish accident, any number of reasons...). Let's imagine that baby would not be able to live without medical intervention. By law, the parents of the baby have the right to deny that medical intervention, to turn off life-support, to sign a DNR, to reject life saving measures, right? Why, then, are legislators and anti-choice activists around the country trying to deny those same rights to the parents of a fetus? If you're sitting there trying to justify that, go ahead and stop trying. A reasonable response just doesn't exist. You might never want to take your infant off life-support - and that's okay. But it's just as LEGALLY okay for those parents to choose differently. Judging those parents, the doctors, and the nurses who made the heartbreaking, devastating, gut-wrenching choice to stop life-saving measures will not help anyone.

Nope. Just not for us to say. The decision to abort is only one a pregnant person (with guidance from her doctor) should be making. There are simply too many reasons a mother - even one who very much wanted a baby - would decide to end a pregnancy, and it is just NOT for anyone else to weigh in on. Anti-choicers need to take the religious discussion out of this legal conversation. It is not "pro-life*" to make a woman endure carrying a fetus that is the product of rape; it is not humane to make a family who desperately wants a baby to have to carry a fetus with no brain and won't survive long after delivery; it is not justifiable to put a baby through a painful delivery and unbearable, limited time on earth when more compassionate measures could be used.

*And while I'm at it -- let me just go on to say we need to retire the term "pro-life." We are all pro-life; we all are on the side of the living, of wanting life to endure, which is exactly what pro-choice advocates are proposing - a life for the mother that doesn't put her physical life, her emotional life, her financial life, her marital life, etc. in danger. Likewise, no one is "pro-death." NO ONE. No one WANTS babies to be unhealthy or uncared for or unloved. No one wants fetuses to die. No one wants long lines at the abortion clinic because we want unborn babies to go away. What we want is CHOICE. That woman will have to carry her decision to abort or not her entire life. That's already a heavy burden - whether she chose to keep a baby she really can't take care of (physically or emotionally or financially...) or she chose to abort a baby she really wished she'd been able to keep. She will forever and always, I repeat FOREVER AND ALWAYS, think of that baby (or babies) and hold them in her heart and in her mind, wondering if she made the right choice. No one is going around just signing up for abortions all "willy nilly" for the fun of it. There is NOTHING enjoyable about having an abortion. It's a MEDICAL procedure that needs to be discussed as such. No one is signing up to have surgeries because it sounds like a great idea for a good time (even cosmetic surgery isn't something people want to want!). So let's all stop talking about abortion as if it's something we are for or against. It's a woman's medical option, much like cataract surgery or having a heart transplant. It's the patient's choice to have those procedures, and I don't see anyone passing judgment on those people. SO, get off your high horse and allow women to make their own G.D. decisions.

Okay, I know. You want to talk about when "life" starts. Well, you see. There is a reason we say a mother is "expecting." We say that because she is expecting to have a baby. Sometimes what we expect doesn't happen. There is a reason the definition of "person" includes the word "individual." An unborn baby isn't a "person" by definition; the fetus cannot live independently or individually yet. It's not technically a "person" yet. That's like calling a seed a plant - it's not. And you want to talk about letting nature takes its course and seeing God's plan through. Well, that's not a part of this conversation because GOD is part of the religious conversation, and we have already determined that GOD doesn't fit into the legal discussion. No one is asking you to go against your God. You do not have to get an abortion. That's the beauty of choice! But, I'll give you my two cents on God if you care to keep reading. God also gave us free will and the ability to make tough choices. God gave us the ability to love and nurture one another, to have compassion and understanding. Let OTHERS have their ability to choose; you can decide to be compassionate about that, even if you don't agree. It is not your body. It is not your choice.

This country is going to implode on itself when the leaders keep putting their religious agendas ahead of the freedoms given to others. When is this war on women going to end? Ending legalized abortion won't end abortion, people. Just like the NRA says about guns, there will always be a way. The underground railroad will rise yet again, only women's lives will be in danger due to botched procedures and unsafe practices. How "pro-life" of our politicians to care so much about women's lives. Chances are quite high no matter what race, religion, class, or political affiliation you are, someone you love has had an abortion. Banning them is not going to stop that. In fact, all it does is raise the likelihood that someone you know and love could gravely hurt themselves if their constitutional right to choose is taken away. Please find it in your heart to accept others, even if you don't accept their politics. I 100% accept your decision to not have an abortion. I just also 100% support your choice to have one if you need. And if you happen to agree with what you've read here, please consider donating to Planned Parenthood (click here) or a pro-choice candidate of your choosing to help us fight the anti-choice agenda.
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Monday, April 22, 2019

Our Wilderness Adventure

Most people would never peg me for an outdoor kind of girl. To be fair, I'd never call myself that either. But then, there were a dozen summers spent outdoors sweating in the heat, in what I'd call my favorite season for most of my childhood. And, my absolute favorite part of my 6-week trip to Israel when I was 16-years-old was camping in the Negev Desert for several nights - sleeping in a sleeping bag directly on the sand, popping a squat and burning toilet paper in a ditch, and enjoying the calmness of the night sky in the middle of nowhere. My allergies are usually so awful they prevent me from enjoying the outdoors, but if I can get past that, I do really enjoy being outside. Okay, and if you take away the mosquitoes and ants. So, minus those very annoying problems, maybe I'm more of an outdoorsy person than I realized.

This weekend, we took advantage of unused snow days and enjoyed a long weekend away from work and school. I planned a trip to keep our boys occupied and to make memories as a family. We began our trip Saturday morning by heading to Fort Worth to visit the Science & History Museum there. That was a hit! And, the boys also enjoyed the Noble Planetarium - but not as much as Sam did! (He's an astronomy guru!) Then, we drove to Meridian State Park to camp out for one night there. We checked in, set up our campsite, and ventured off on a hike to explore the area. Then, we started our dinner prep; Sam made burgers and dogs and corn on the cob, then we roasted marshmallows for our Matzah S'mores. (Passover started Friday night.) The big boys enjoyed hanging out with Daddy at our campfire while I tried to get Knox to sleep. That took a while in our tent - as he kept waiting to see the stars which never really shined brightly enough for him to see that early in the night. Other than the irritating bird calls that continued throughout the night, the night was pretty smooth. At 1:15am or so, Knox woke me up, starring me in the face with one statement: "I LIKE YOU!" to which I replied, "I like you too; now go back to sleep!"

The next morning, Sam made us eggs and (turkey) bacon for breakfast.  Then, we packed up our camp and drove to Glen Rose to explore Dinosaur Valley State Park. The boys wanted to get in the water for a little bit. The water was a little too high to see the tracks, but we did get a good view of one of them! We hiked around there more after a lunch break at Dairy Queen, then headed to Fossil Rim to settle there for the night.

We were in two cabins (Wolf and Rhino), and while they were very small, they were very cozy and luxurious compared to the campsite we had come from! My favorite part of the Safari Cabins there is how many animals we got to see from our cabins. Lots of deer, antelope, a crane, etc. It was beautiful, and the weather was perfect (as it was all weekend!). As part of our stay, we got to go on a self-guided tour through their wildlife center. Because we had two cabins, we got to go twice! So, we went once on Sunday late afternoon, and again Monday morning. After our first tour through the park, we ate dinner at Big Cup Eatery - which has "the biggest biscuits in the world." Banner and I just HAD to see this, so we ordered one for each of us. . . . as I COMPLETELY forgot it's Passover. Whoops! It wasn't amazing, but it was good. Well, Banner thought it was better than I did - and at one point even said, "I'm sorry. I know this is not good manners, but I just have to," and then he put his whole face into the biscuit to get a big 'ol bite! Then we headed back to our cabins for the night - took a good, much needed shower, and then walked around the cabin area for a little while before saying goodnight.

Monday morning, we had a tasty breakfast at the cabin area. Then, we got to go on our second tour in the park. The morning time was definitely better as far as seeing more animals out and about. We enjoyed the gorgeous views of so much green land, the waves of grass in the wind, the scampering of animals all over. One of my favorite parts, though, was holding Knox on my lap - yes, in the front seat - with the windows down. He was enjoying the breeze, pointing to the animals, feeding them their little pellets, and melting into my lap.

The whole trip was definitely a good way to get out of our normal routine, enjoy some time together, and forget the stressors of everyday life. So, while I'd never really say I LOVE the outdoors, I really did enjoy getting away and spending some time in nature with these little critters I love so much! I honestly can't wait to go camping with them again.

Monday, March 25, 2019

DOMinating My Thoughts

Less than a week ago, my school life was turned upside down. It has caused my mind to be completely filled with a gazillion feelings and thoughts and reactions. So, what do I do when I can't stop thinking, ruminating, focusing on one thing? Write. I write until it's purged onto the screen and away from my brain. Only this time, I don't think it's gonna help much. The most devastating real life story happened this week, and I'm just not sure anything is going to heal this hurt for a while.

I first met Dominique in August of 2017 at our back-to-school teacher inservice. All I knew about her was that she had previously been working at a nearby elementary school that I believe lost the allocation for her teaching position. We were lucky to be getting this young, beautiful, energetic teacher. In the week to come, I learned that Dominique would be taking a medical leave for 6 weeks shortly after school began to go to Houston for radiation treatments. She had recently been through reconstruction surgery following chemotherapy for breast cancer. The chemo had not worked to shrink her triple negative cancer... "the worst kind," I remember her saying. Everything Dominique and I talked about was very matter-of-fact. She wasn't emotional about it; it was just something to get through, something standing in her way but obviously tackle-able. The school rallied around her, wearing our yellow shirts to send her off to Houston, and then we wore those shirts every week as a sign of comfort and support for her during that difficult time.

Dominique came back and continued to teach throughout the spring, and by May, she was declared cancer-free. She and I talked about her next reconstruction surgery before school got out for summer; this was shortly after my mom, a two-time cancer survivor, had her own issues with a few surgeries earlier that winter. Dominique had questions for my mom, as their surgeries were similar. I was so relieved when Dominique and I texted in the early summer that her surgery had gone well and she was healing nicely. She later went on to travel to Italy and told me all about it when we got back to school in August. She shared some great travel tips and taught me how to use AirBnB. :) In the fall, Dominique shared the exciting news that she and her husband were expecting their first child in early April.

Dominique's pregnancy went on pretty routinely. As February rolled around, she was looking bigger and bigger, and we were all getting excited to meet baby Liam. Dominique got sick in February and missed some school due to pneumonia, but she was able to come back a couple weeks before Spring Break. Between meetings and classes, we would catch up briefly, or we'd see each other in the hall, and I'd check in to see how pregnancy was treating her. She was ready to have that baby - feeling sore and tired. Her "walking pneumonia" wasn't helping, and she was having trouble breathing.

Over Spring Break, I saw through Facebook that Dominique and her husband, Nick, had welcomed Liam a few weeks early! What great news! I was so happy to see this great post on my newsfeed. School started back on Monday, and her students were excited to know that baby Liam was born and felt happy for their teacher who was now officially on maternity leave. Tuesday went on, and we were all moving about life as normal.

Wednesday morning, I had literally JUST begun leading a 504 meeting when my cell phone rang shortly after my desk phone rang. Seeing it was the front office calling (and they knew I had a meeting), I answered to be sure everything was okay. It was my principal. He asked if I was in the building. I said yes that I was just starting a 504 meeting, "Is everything okay?" "No. It's not. Can you please come to my office?"

A thousand thoughts raced through my head - first wondering if everyone in my family was okay. But, I had JUST left the boys and Sam at home, and I felt certain either Sam or my mom would be the one calling my cell if something were wrong at home. So, I worried a student was in danger next. A tardy student and her mother were waiting for someone to let them in, but not one person was in the front office. I let them in and told her to go to class and not to worry about her tardy (she looked teary, no one was there to help us, and I had no idea where the tardy passes were, AND her teacher was in my room for the meeting!). I knocked on the principal's door to find our two office ladies with him. They were all distraught looking. "Dominique passed away." Those three words. They hit me like a ton of bricks. "What?!?!" "Dominique passed. She died yesterday morning." He had tears in his eyes, and his voice trembled. My hands cupped my face. I sat down, my hands still at my cheeks. My mind began racing... how could this be true? She just gave birth! What??

My principal asked, "What are our next steps? What do we do? Who do I need to contact?" I just sat. He told me the story of how he had found out, and then repeated, "What are our next steps?" I have NO idea what he had just told me. I said, "I'm going to need you to repeat all of that. I'm sorry. I wasn't able to take that in." Everyone in the room understood. The information we received throughout the morning was that Dominique had died on Tuesday morning, one week after giving birth. Her cancer was back, and it had taken over. It was in her liver, her lungs, her bones. She weakened every day after Liam was born and passed away at the hospital on his one-week birthday. Absolutely devastating. Absolutely unfair.

Since then, my mind has been either racing with various thoughts or stuck on one thing. The racing thoughts involve either the logistics or the unknown: who do we need to tell, who already knows, how do we tell the students, did she know the cancer was back?, was she able to enjoy any of her time with her son?, how will this affect her students, what about that meeting?, what about that referral?, how did this happen?, her parking spot will be empty, I need to reprint that signature page... the parent can't see her name on that paper, how did this happen?, how did this happen?, how did this happen???

The one thing it's stuck on, though, is the fact that she got to be a mother for one week. One F-ING week! The morning after we found out, my alarm went off early so I could be at school before students came in. I laid in bed for a little while and went to my Photos app. I scrolled to my pictures of Knox as a one-week-old baby. I had to see what that looked like - how little - how fragile. Sam rolled over and hugged me, looking over my shoulder to see our infant Knox in those pictures. I said, "This is what a one-week-old looks like." Then I scrolled to present day as the next 3 years fast-forwarded before me. "This is what I would have missed," I began, as all those photos flew up my screen. Silence. That's heavy. It's hard to take in. And he's my THIRD.

My first baby, Banner, is 7. I remember my first week with him. It was a whirlwind of learning, of healing from surgery, of complete disorientation of night and day and what life is like now as a new mom. It was a high for Sam and me as a couple - sharing in this whole new adventure together - falling in love with each other all over again as we leaned on each other during this new but scary time as we navigated parenthood. I was learning my child's temperament, he was learning me. We were having feeding issues; he was jaundiced; I was emotional; I was tired; I was in pain. It wasn't the birth I had imagined or wanted, and I was learning parenthood would never be what I expected or thought it would be.

I can't help but wonder what Dominique was going through, physically and emotionally. All the typical new mother stuff plus a devastating blow that cancer was taking over and stealing everything from her. And since finding out about Dominique's death, I can't get my head to move past how unfair this is. The one thing she wanted more than anything was to be a mom, and while the fact that her dream was realized has given so many friends of mine peace that this miracle baby got to be born to her, I, well, I am angry. I am so F-ing angry. Yes, Liam's a blessing. Yes, she got to be a mother. But, she was robbed of all the joy, all the worry, the pain, the celebrations, the tears, the smiles, the nurturing, the laughter, the anxiety, the cuddles, the anger, the cheering on, the check-ups, the heartbreaks, the birthdays, the Christmases, the teaching.... all of it.

Since Wednesday, every little thing that drives me NUTS each day, has suddenly become a reminder of what Dominique is going to miss in Liam's life. I can't stand brushing Knox's teeth... he bites the brush every time, swallows the toothpaste, doesn't really know how to spit, and demands that he try to take the brush from me. But, dammit, she'll never brush Liam's teeth. She'll never fight with him over how long he brushed for or if he got the back ones good enough. She'll never get to be the one to calm his fears when he can't sleep - to hear what's on his mind that is keeping him awake. She'll never roll her eyes at how many times she's asked him to get his homework done or get frustrated that he won't try the best meal she's ever made. She'll never wonder if she answered him the right way when he asked that deep question. She'll never be the one to kiss boo-boos or know just the right way to heal a growing pain. She'll never wonder if his fever is getting too high and if she should call the doctor. She'll never be the comfort he needs when he's cried throughout his whole swim lesson and just needs to be wrapped in his mama's arms. She'll never be dragged from her warm bed, woken in the deepest of sleep, because of his cries to find his pacifier or have to cover him up because his covers "aren't working." She'll never teach him to tie his shoes or talk him into riding his bike without training wheels when he's fearful. She'll never have to coerce him to stay buckled in the grocery cart and distract him from all the goodies he wants her to buy. She'll never sit through a scorchingly-hot soccer game, read the same story over and over and over again, or fish his favorite toy out of the bottom of the toilet. She'll never cringe at the mud he tracks in or the fingerprints covering the just-cleaned windows. She'll never trip over his toys she asked him to clean up, look for a lost library book for the umpteenth time, cuss at the pain of stepping on his Legos, or gag at finding an old sippy cup of milk. She'll never get to do a LOT of things. And sweet Liam will never know what he's missing.

And dammit, none of this is making me feel any better. Like I said, writing isn't going to make it go away. I'm still in a state of shock and anger. Today was her memorial service, and even though some of my words were read aloud by the pastor, I still haven't truly cried. I want to, but can't. I think I'm still not there yet. I've teared up with her students; I've teared up with my colleagues; I've cried putting my own kids to bed and reflecting on how unfair the whole thing is; but I haven't really cried. I'm still in shock and angry, and dammit my postpartum anti-depressants won't let me! I want to cry -- because the sadness is there, and my mind is stuck, and it's so unfair, and nothing is helping. But you know what, I'm going to be a better mom, a better wife, a better colleague. Even when I want to complain, I'm gonna rethink that. ... Wait. You know what?? Dominique will never "get" to complain about her child, about parenting, about motherhood. My whole blog began as a complaint about wedding planning, and then it turned in to a complaint about pregnancy, and then motherhood. Complaining never changed anything, except it helped me breathe, helped me process, helped others connect to this human experience. And complaining about Dom being gone won't bring her back or make any sense of it, but damn it feels good to be angry and let it out. So maybe I will keep complaining, but with a twist. A complaint with a whole lot of gratitude that we are still here - that we GET to complain - that we have these stressful times and can get through them together.

Oh, Dominique, you have taught us so much in the last week. You taught us how to live and how to fight and how to die with grace and strength and love. You will not be forgotten, ever. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life and being a part of mine. I will carry you with me. I hope you are at peace even when we are still struggling with the devastation of the space you left. My thoughts will continue to be on you, but soon, I hope to be a little less angry and reshape these thoughts into the gifts I know they really are.

The family has setup a PayPal account for baby Liam’s education. If you’d like to donate, here’s the link.


Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Why So Chai?

One of my favorite things about each summer was going to camp. If you were fortunate enough to go to camp as a kid, you know why I say that it was a highlight of each year: friendships, new activities, swimming, playing all day, and perhaps even sleeping away. Each summer, I always attended a Jewish camp. It was a time to learn about Judaism, spend more time thinking about my spirituality, further commit myself to a Jewish future, and most importantly, connect with my Jewish community and build friendships with those who understood what it was like to be a Jewish kid in Texas. Some years, I went to the Jewish Community Center camps, some years I went to sleep away camp or traveled to Israel, and other years I was a camp counselor for the same pre-school camp I attended as a child. No matter where I was, I felt connected to the kids I spent those summers with - singing Hebrew songs, learning more about God and Torah, taking on a challenging ropes course, making friendship bracelets or lanyards, eating S'mores around a camp fire, playing Gaga or Newcomb, competing against each other during the much-anticipated Maccabiah games (Color War), splashing around playing Marco Polo, growing attached to our fun counselors or teasing the ones we couldn't stand, making up silly songs our parents would have never approved of, developing crushes and hoping the boys would notice us, trying new foods, and learning cool tricks from new friends.

As a parent, I want the same for my boys each summer. I want them to explore, learn, create, pray, join in, experiment, and build independence. Even though I know they'll hear new cuss words, repeat disgusting songs, learn new gestures I wish they wouldn't, stay up way past their bedtimes, forget to brush their teeth at sleep away camp, and perhaps eat only challah at Friday night dinner, I am totally fine with that and want them to find the fun as they bond with Jewish friends they will have the rest of their lives. I am still friends to this day with many now-all-grown little boys and girls I went to preschool camp with. I was in sorority and in college classes with far-away friends I used to share a cabin with at sleep-away camp. We all have funny, sad, amazing, nostalgic memories with each other, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. Yes, I came home with dreadlocks one summer. Yes, I came home with an ear piercing one summer. Yes, I had my first kiss (if you can call it that!) at sleep-away camp. Yes, I did dumb things in Israel when I should have been more captivated by the moments of where I was instead of trying to get my crush's attention/affection. Yes, I came home having memorized new obscene lyrics to our bunk's version of popular song. But, man, we had a great time. No grades, no homework, no teachers, no parents, no expectations. Summers were amazing.

Sam and I have committed to sending our boys to Jewish camps each summer - at least at some point during the 10 weeks they usually have off from school. It's important to us that they feel part of the greater Jewish community around the metroplex. During the school year, it's easy to feel isolated as only one of 2-4 Jewish kids in your class (if you're lucky enough to have even that many Jews at your school). As Reform Jews, it's easy to feel that Judaism is only holidays and Sunday school and not more of a spiritual community with a rich heritage, history, and culture. Summers at camp ARE the Shabbat of the year, and I want camp to be something my boys look forward to with great anticipation and excitement.

So, each winter, I begin planning where the boys will spend their summer. For my young preschoolers, it's been easy... just more of the same at school. But, as they get older, there are more choices, and I want to make the right ones for them. We have to try new things and venture out so they know what their options are. To get the best (early bird) price and ensure a spot for your child, you have to make decisions usually by March 1st or so. Therefore, in January and certainly by February, decisions have to be made. And here's where I want to vent a little:

Camp prices are ridiculously, unexplainably high. When considering paying for 3 children, it's simply unaffordable to fork over that money. I've heard my (Jewish) friends with older kids warn me about the high price of camp, so, I did a little research to determine if this was a normal thing or a normal Jewish thing. What I came to find out did not surprise me at all. It went hand-in-hand with our experience in looking for early childhood programs early on. Jewish programs are considerably higher priced that both Christian and secular programs. When our non-Jewish friends found out what we were paying for Jewish preschool, they were floored. They couldn't understand why anyone would pay that much for a 3-year-old to go to school. They were/are floored that we made/make monthly payments of such a high amount and have done so for 6 years in a row now (sometimes with two children attending at a time!). As Quinn completes preschool and we are finally looking at only ONE monthly preschool payment next year, you'd think we would be feeling lighter. But then, no. CAMP.

I did a lot of research about this, and while no camp is "cheap," my basic finding was that Jewish camps cost way more than the others.... and/or Christian camps offered a much more affordable rate. So, why is it that Jewish camps and Jewish (pre)schools cost so much more than others available? And, why is it that Jewish parents (and in (insanely too) many cases... grandparents) continue to fork over that money? And, why aren't we talking about this as a greater Jewish community?

Let me give you some examples of some of the differences in costs (all amounts are based on early bird pricing if available):

Sleep Away:
Sky Ranch, a Christian sleep-away camp in TX: $166.70 per day
Pine Cove, a Christian sleep-away camps in TX: $178.43 per day
KIDZ Camp Renegade w/ Prestonwood Baptist Church: $58 per day (one week camp)
Greene Family Camp, a Jewish sleep-away camp in TX: $242.50 per day
Camp Young Judea, a Jewish sleep-away camp in TX $200 per day
Kidventure Sleep Away, Secular camp in TX: $225 per day (camp t-shirt + transportation to and from camp included in price)

Community Centers:
YMCA Camp for 6 weeks (non-member): $1,074 (hours are 7:00am-6:30pm, $3.11 per hour)
JCC Camp for 6 weeks (non-members; pay additional fee for summer "friend" membership): $2,229 (hours are 9:00am-4:00pm, $10.62 per hour) or $471 if paying by the week, if you aren't already a paying member of the facility *By far the highest camp price I've come across in my research (with the exception of tech camps at the college campuses)

Private Schools:
Summer on the Hill (Greenhill), a private co-ed summer experience: 9:00-3:00, between $320-370 per week but can be more expensive depending on the class
Summer at Hockaday, a private co-ed summer experience: 9:00-3:30, lunch included: $396 (with early bird discount included) per week
Summer @ Levine, a private Jewish school offering camp 9:00-4:00: $375 per week

Gymnastics:
Elevate Gymnastics: $275 per week (8:00am-6:00pm)
Metroplex Gymnastics: $250 per week (9:00-6:00, includes early care for free at 7:30am, option to swim included in price)
Infinite Bounds: $180 per week (9:00-2:00)
Gymnastics Camp at the JCC: : $471 for one week, if not already a paying member of facility (9:00-4:00)

Pre-school Programs: (These are all based on half-day prices... usually 9-1:00ish unless otherwise stated.)
Prestonwood Church Vacation Bible School: Free (9:00-12:00)
Vacation Bible School in Plano: $45, with max of $135 per family (9:00-12:00)
Anshai Torah Pre-school Camp: $222 per week (for a 3 year old, 9:00-2:00)
Temple Emanu-El, Dallas: $356 per week (for a 3 year old, plus $100 registration fee)
Camp Shemesh at Levine Academy: $260 per week
Camp Simchah at JCC: $1,026 + $280 summer "friendship" fee if not a member of the JCC for 3 weeks = $435 per week (this price does decrease if attending a 6 week or 9 week session, but no less than $311 weekly)
Camp Gan Israel at Chabad: $230 per week (plus $75 registration fee... hours are 9:00-3:45, a much longer day, and cost decreases per week if attending 6 week program... Praise BE!)

Other Camps:
Kidventure Camp in Dallas: $235 per week (9:00-3:30...$7.23 per hour)
Creek Camp at Plano Heritage Farmstead: $325 per week (9:00-5:00... $8.13 per hour)
Plano Summer Institute for Gifted Students: $300 for 3.5 weeks (half-day... $4.41 per hour)

I have often heard directors and leaders of some of these programs say, "Well, you get what you pay for." Um, WHAT? Are you telling me that Christian camps aren't as good as Jewish camps? Are you saying that Jewish preschool teachers take better care of and better prepare their Jewish students than their non-Jewish counterparts? What exactly does that mean? I don't buy it, literally. One Jewish school touts this awful line again and again to parents in the community. I was told by one campus that another Jewish school doesn't cost as much because, "You get what you pay for." I have at least two other Jewish friends who were told this at the same campus, and at the end of the day, we all still chose the more affordable school... because I can't justify paying $4,000 more each year in tuition for my 3-year-old to go to a school that thinks it's better than another program. I mean, sure, I like their Shabbat programs each Friday considerably more than my child's current preschool, but do I like it $4,000 more?? And while I absolutely value early childhood education, COME.ON! It's preschool - not college. While I HIGHLY value early childhood education (or I wouldn't have put my children in the programs to begin with... even going back to work to make that happen!), what are we TALKING ABOUT!? The bottom line of a great preschool is that kids learn to not be assholes to each other. I'm not saying that's an easy job... God bless preschool teachers. My sister is one of them, and man, I wouldn't want to spend 5 days a week with 12 threenagers, no WAY. You couldn't pay me enough... and apparently, they don't. With all that money being handed over by willing parents, you'd think teachers would be making more money or getting better benefits or SOMETHING. But no, not the case. SO, what ARE we paying for? Really?

On top of this, another common response to my complaints: "Well, there are scholarships available. Maybe you should apply for those?" Say that again?? I need to apply for financial aid in order to make this problem go away? So, applying for a scholarship makes this acceptable? No. No, it doesn't. It makes it ridiculous. I shouldn't have to ask for assistance at our income level. But I also shouldn't have to break the bank to give my child a Jewish camp experience to build his roots with his community. And please don't tell me that it's because Jewish camps aren't funded like non-Jewish camps. If we have enough money to be forking over scholarships to anyone who applies for it, then let's just give that scholarship money to the camp to let it run more efficiently without hurting the entire community, whose members may not be willing to ask for help for a variety of reasons: "there's always someone else worse off than me;" "I decided to have three kids - no one else, so I should be able to afford these camps, or maybe they just shouldn't go;" "I'll be denied because we make too much money to qualify (even though that money goes directly to paying off student loan debt, health insurance, doctor bills, car payment, etc);" "I don't even know how much to ask for;" "I didn't know there was help, and now I've missed the deadline."

I've looked into these said scholarships, and of course, they want to see our tax returns. This seems so invasive, especially because the tax returns don't tell the whole story. It doesn't show that we go months without income sometimes because clients are slow to pay. It doesn't show that the main reason I have to work is for health care for 4 (of 5) family members (other than to pay for preschool, as I mentioned above). It doesn't show that we are still paying a price for taking time, funds, and energy to campaign for a year and a half. It's not always as it seems. It kinda bugs me that tax returns are considered... I'm not asking the camp/school to tell me how they're going to spend the money I give THEM. I don't ask what they pay their counselors or how they allocate their money for crafts, snacks, busses, etc. I just trust that they are spending wisely and making the best financial decisions. But, I digress; I'll move on. I DID apply for a scholarship. And the help offered was laughable - or at least how far off our numbers were is laughable.

These camps really want Jewish kids to come to their camps. I firmly believe that, but it seems they really only want the Jewish "elite" kids, or they wouldn't charge such a high price. They wouldn't make it insanely time-consuming to complete and submit scholarship forms. (Many scholarship programs require or strongly suggest that applications be submitted to more than one scholarship organization in order to be considered; I've found they usually require 3 different funding sources.) Some of my Jewish friends don't even think about this. They just fork over the money without much thought. And, that's great if they can afford it. But, at the same time, that's what bothers me. Why must we accept that as "normal" and keep perpetuating the same cycle of "I will pay because that's what you say it costs, and you will continue to charge me a fortune because you know I will just keep paying it." Just because a person CAN pay for it doesn't mean he/she SHOULD.

I'm annoyed. (Can you tell?) Jews pay membership fees to their synagogues. We pay extra for Sunday School and Hebrew school. We pay more than our non-Jewish friends for camps and pre-school programs. We are not a welcoming bunch, I know. You have to ask the rabbi 3 times to convert before you can move forward with conversion. But, if you want to be Christian, just go to church and you are welcome. I can appreciate the high bar it takes to want to be a Jew, but what do you do when you already are one, and you feel like the community is too hard to be a part of? And, who started all of this? And, why do we allow it to continue? Why should wanting our children to be a part of the Jewish community come with such a high price tag? And why are we not talking about this? I'm hoping this post, as hard as it is for me to shed light on this taboo topic, will spark more discussion within our community (it already has during my research and I've gotten a lot of great feedback and comments from Jewish moms in our area that I don't even know). I'm well aware that I'm not the only one who feels this way. The question is: what are we going to do about it?