Happy Birthday to my dad and Ellie’s grandpa!
We love you!
I actually typed this post this morning. I primarily held off hitting “publish” because I was struggling with how to also express my regrets that bin Laden had died without (as far as we know) being exposed to the gospel of Jesus Christ. In the meantime, I read this post at Emerging Mummy which expressed my thoughts better than I could have. I would encourage you to read her thoughts as well. Actually, if you only have time to read one post today, read hers, not mine. Additionally, as I listened to NPR, I have been gratified today to hear the well-measured cautious opinions of many in our government and press, that yes, this is a victory of intelligence and military might but no, it is not the end – we are not miraculously safe; it’s not over, because he was only one man, an important one, but only one man nonetheless.
Even if I could get there, I have no desire to celebrate with those exulting over the death of Osama bin Laden. A man is dead but does anyone really honestly think that we are going to be safer? (The State Department doesn’t think so.) If you are really honest with yourself, does this make it easier to mourn the deaths of over 3,000 people, knowing that the mastermind is dead? It doesn’t for me. Those people are still dead. I didn’t know anyone who died because of the 9/11 attacks. So I don’t understand what the families of those victims are feeling right now. I’m sure they are relieved that the hunt is finally over.
I encourage you to read President Obama’s speech here, in which he announces bin Laden’s death. He certainly doesn’t seem to take this as anything more than what it is – a [huge] step in the fight against terror but just a step, with so many more to go. I agree that this is an accomplishment in the arena of war. But I strongly disagree with those who think that it’s something to be waving flags over.
I am not in any way diminishing the work of the military and intelligence communities, who worked tirelessly to find, capture and kill bin Laden.
However, the truth remains that al Qaeda will carry on just as it did before; it will not founder (except perhaps momentarily); another leader will step into bin Laden’s place. There is now all the more reason for extremists (or those on the edge of extremism) to hate the United States. We are still involved in three wars. Women are still oppressed in Pakistan and too many other places in the world. Children are still starving. Children are still too intimately aware of the realities of conflict.
Think of the millions (potentially billions) of dollars that were spent over the last 10 years to hunt and now kill bin Laden. What if we had spent these dollars building wells and schools in every village in rural Pakistan (al Qaeda’s territory) in Pakistan? What if we went into those villages, listened to the people, figured out what they wanted/needed, and helped them get it? What if we had given those people a way to support themselves other than by sending their sons to fight with al Qaeda? What if we provided a way for them to educate their children so they didn’t have to send their kids to the extremist religious schools where they would be turned into potential suicide bombers? What if we had shown them that Americans (read: Christians) didn’t hate Muslims? What if we worked for peace?
Come Lord Jesus. We need your peace.
Ellie has adopted a fake laugh for the time when she’s not totally into laughing and yet she wants to be polite.
Malcolm Gladwell, in Outliers, talks about how we need to do something for at least 10,000 hours in order to truly master it. I also just came across this quote from Ira Glass (found here and here and all over the place on the Web):
Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have.
We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.
I’m never 100% satisfied with what I sew. Usually not even 80%. I usually end up placating myself by saying , “It’s for a baby,” or “A non-sewer probably won’t notice.” Then I feel guilty for being so hard on myself, for being such a perfectionist. But thinking about how I’m not even close to having sewn for 10,000 hours and reading Ira’s thoughts above makes me feel better about my non-perfect sewing. And encouraged to sew on!
Dear Miss Mary Mack,
Remember how I said I’d love you forever? I was wrong. That was so two months ago. Your little song doesn’t do a thing for me now. I’m seven months old (today!) and I have better things to do with my life. Let me list them for you:
1. play with my toys
2. sit and sit and sit (and stand too if Mama and Dada are willing to hold me up)
3. play with grass
4. play peekaboo with Mama (OK just react to peekaboo but I’m sure I’ll play it too soon!)
5. eat solid food if Mama will ever give it to me
6. charm Daddy with big smiles when he comes home from school
7. say “dada” “mama” and “baba””
8. express my displeasure by screaming when Mama is ignoring me and sewing instead
9. roll over
10. push out teeth (two so far!)
11. fill my mama and daddy’s life with joy
Does that sound like enough to keep a little girl busy? I hope you understand that it’s really not you, it’s me. I just don’t have time for you any more. Maybe we can be friends again when I’m two!
Love,
Ellie
P.S. My mama asked me to tell you that she REALLY doesn’t miss you but that my daddy still has a soft spot in his heart for you because sometimes he whistles your song to me.
P.P.S. I’ve included a picture to show you one more thing I’m getting interested in – sewing! My mama is starting me out right! (That’s a spool of thread that I’m holding.)
She’s been rolling for quite awhile now but this is the first time we’ve managed to catch it on video.
As some but probably not all of Salmon and Souvlaki’s readers may know, my husband LOVES tennis. He coaches tennis at the high school where he works as well as plays it, watches it, and talks about it. Sadly, I’ve played tennis only twice in my life and managed to just about fail badminton in 8th grade. I’m miserable at racquet sports. This is not very convenient when Nik needs a partner for a pick-up game of tennis and none of his tennis-playing friends are available. So we’ve decided to teach Ellie how to play tennis and eventually she and Nik will be able to play!
We started yesterday. Her Yiayia got her a tennis uniform and we went to Nik’s school to watch a match.
She stood on the bleachers,
held a racquet,
and even palmed a tennis ball!
We can already tell that she’s going to be a pro!
(Five of my former students play on Nik’s team so it was fun to see them too!)
These days, she wants to have whatever we have. Consequently, napkins are really fun and desirable.