Back in America, 7 Quick Takes


We left Crete two months ago today, and it feels an age has gone by since then. Why is it that transitions seem universally to create such well-worn grooves in experience? We all of us seem to feel that things move so quickly after we leave one place and are trying to acclimate to a new one. This speaks of eternity in some way, I think, but my mind is too tired to connect the sinews here to bring flesh to the idea.

I received an email yesterday from a stranger who’d happened upon my musings about Mary Oliver, and reading her thoughts and my post on which she commented, I re-remembered that writing is for me a balm and a soul-grounder. Whatever else it may do, writing anchors me in myself. Perhaps this is the primary gift God intends for it within me? Who knows, but regardless I’m in a season where I could use some grounding, so I thought 7 Quick Takes might be wise for today. As long as they’re truly “quick,” I tell myself! I’m behind the proverbial eight-ball all the time these days. So here goes.

1. Coming home to a house you’ve never seen can be the best kind of homecoming. Perhaps it can even be a snapshot of heaven. We put an offer in on this 1690 southern Connecticut house (fully updated, don’t worry) the week we moved out of our house in Crete, late night calls with the mortgage brokers on the hotel landline using a calling card. My reliable mom saw it twice in person and vouched for how wonderful it was, and how perfectly suited to us, ands did not lead us astray. It was a surreal feeling visiting it the first time, but the best kind of surreal. Now that I’ve been in it for more than two weeks and it slowly starts to take the shape of a real home (and I emphasize slowly!), I feel profoundly grateful.

2. Moving middle schoolers transatlantically is not for the faint of heart. My heart, I confess it, can tend toward faintness - especially because I’m an Enneagram 2 and I tend toward adopting other people’s emotional states. My rising 8th- and 7th-graders will start school on Tuesday knowing no one (who will they sit with at the proverbial - and literal - lunch table?), behind in math and Spanish so requiring extra help through no fault of theirs, and without cell phones. Not easy for them, and it’s taking a lot for me to keep handing it all over to God, who’s committed to being their burden-bearer instead of me - a pointHhe’s quite clear on.

3. Celebrating a 10th birthday with a milestone mother-daughter trip remains worthwhile and a highlight. My second turned ten a week ago and so I embarked on my second trip to celebrate turning 10. We spent 24-hours in Northampton, MA, a place neither of us had been before. She loved everything from the way the old-fashioned hotel elevator dinged on each floor to getting to pick out the restaurants to endless window-shopping with no fixed endpoint. Our conversations were delightful and a treasure to me.


4. The Mystic Aquarium really is as good as people in southern Connecticut all say. We spend the day there yesterday for my oldest daughter’s 12th birthday and it was such a hit! An aquarium to check out, if you’re local and haven’t. The sea lion show and the beluga whale were the highlights.


5. Reading memoir has a calming effect on me. I started the summer with Educated, which is as riveting as everyone says, and after a couple of novels (Room and The Tea Girl of Hummingbird Lane) am now reading A Hillbilly Elegy. Isn’t it amazing how reading the real-life experiences and reflections of another person brings different perspective to your own situations?

6. Hallelujah for Facebook Marketplace. I have sold things on individual groups before but never used the marketplace feature, which feeds postings to multiple groups at once. We have many sundry odds and ends to sell as we try to settle into our new house, all the more because much of the stuff hasn’t been with us since 2016 when it went into storage when we moved to Greece.

7. We’ve done this before, and it’ll work out. I keep reminding myself of this as we prepare to launch, full front, into this new season with new schools and routines, the search for activities and a niche for each kid (and adult), and the effort to settle the house settled down to actual “home” where peace and refreshment can be found. Keep pressing in and on, and God will get us there.

Between the Crete departure and the Connecticut landing, we had many glorious moments of summer, and I hope that you did too.


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Screen time, the thief: 5 ways screen time robs our kids (and us)


I have four kids, ages 7 to 13. We move every three years or so and currently we live in Greece. I have my sleeves rolled up, as a mom, on everything from battling the dailyness of dinner for six, translating littlest’s Greek homework, correcting t(w)een attitudes, enforcing piano practice, chauffeuring the after school activity loop. You know the stuff I’m talking about - you probably live it too, in your sphere with your specifics. But the thing that probably consumes the biggest part of my parenting energy and thinking is technology. You know, screens- TV, video games, tablets, mp3 players, phones. My brain’s forever full of questions like: are we setting the right limits and managing what we have now in the best way? What’s the smartest way- and timing - to start phasing in components we don’t have yet? And ultimately… how do we play this game and not lose?

Simply not playing the game isn’t an option in today’s world. Every year the technology surrounding us (and our kids) increases. More hours on video games, and more new games. More kids on tablets in the grocery store line. More cars with built-in TVs. Kids getting phones at younger ages. And our crew isn’t anti-technology, wouldn’t qualify as Luddites, but you wouldn’t know it from my children’s perspectives, or comments. Most of their peers are more screen-centric than they are, so they call it like they see it (and fair enough). No matter that we have TV, a family laptop, a family iPad, individual Kindles, an Xbox, an mp3 player, nearly daily TV or video game time. Our screen time limits are still stricter than most other people’s, and none of our kids has a phone or iPod.

Last weekend our youngest daughter invited two of her classmates over for a playdate, the first of its kind. She was jubilant when both accepted, and we talked through what they might do during those couple hours. Beforehand we brainstormed driveway chalk, hide and seek and kick the can, Legos, extended snack (she had baked a cake). She asked if they could watch a show together or play Minecraft; I said no. She fretted that they’d be bored, and it turned out her concerns were grounded. “Your house is boring,” one of my daughter’s guests announced after an hour. “There’s nothing to do here.” I overheard and stepped in with a few pertinent words, plus an encouragement toward new options, after which they resignedly came up with a game. My daughter whispered fiercely in my ear, “See? I told you they’d be bored.”

Afterwards I found myself pondering the level of expectation of all the kids - my own included - that electronics will be part of time together when they hang out. Will be and should be. It will be a fun playdate if (and only if) some portion of the time includes screens. And preferably, because I know how this goes, as much time as possible. But I saw it this way: they’re seven, the sun was shining, and their allotted time together was less than three hours. Screens are not intended for such a time as this.

We allow our oldest to play Fortnite, and we closely monitor the amount of time he plays. He gets 30 minutes or less on slow weeknights when there’s extra time, and up to two hours a day (an hour at a time) on weekends. This seems like a lot to me - too much, at times. It’s seemingly less than most of his peers he plays online with, though; he’s always the first to have to get off. And he’s also, to his chagrin, the least skilled among the players.

This month I was talking with a Greek acquaintance about smart phones. Her oldest children are 13 and 14, and they got phones this year for the first time. “I didn’t want to get them so soon,” she said, “but they were the only children in their classes without phones. It felt unfair to put them in that position. If there were even one or two others without phones, I would have waited,” she said. Now, she told me, the single biggest point of contention and conflict between herself and her kids are their phones. “It is all we fight about,” she said, “and we fight about it all the time.” She told me it seemed like today kids don’t know how to talk to each other except on their phones, and that even flirting between boys and girls seems to place only via phones.

When it comes to the discussion about kids, screens, and safety, it seems people often think about physical safety, like “stranger danger” from predators. Or they think about exposure to porn. These are real concerns and cross my mind too, sure, but for me they’re not the central part of the Overall Screen Angst I feel for my kids and their generation. For me, the deeper concerns relate to their development and their soul formation. They’re whole person concerns.

When I think about screens and my kids, here are the things that make me feel most dismayed.

I lament:

  1. The life-giving things kids could and would be doing if they weren’t so excited about their screens. The stuff that used to seem fun fulfilling - bikes to ride, hoops to shoot, roads to wander, games to play, treats to bake, art to paint, wood to whittle, skits to enact. The escapades and antics of childhood, the stuff that makes memories for a lifetime, aren’t found when attention is focused on screens.

  2. The initiative-taking, self-reliance, creativity, and diligence that kids could access more easily if recreation weren’t handed to them on a pixelated, adrenaline-inducing platter. Screens are a lazy-man’s sport, and Sitting Around is their lifeblood. The ingredients of virtue and valour largely ebb out of the picture when kids engage, beyond the minimum, in screen time.

  3. The meaningful connections that could be forged but aren’t because of the loneliness that screens promote. Loneliness grows both among kids who continually utilise screens and also among those without them who sit on the outside of the club, looking wistfully in. Either way, the more there are screens in the lives of the worlds’ kids, the more there is loneliness.

  4. The depth of relationship, the stuff of solid friendships, that kids aren’t able to foster because connecting via screens, or sitting next to each other while both focused on screens, don’t lend themselves to cultivating depth. More than most things, I long for my kids to have close friendships, but it’s harder today. Really knowing and being known - the crucial ingredients to friendship - aren’t fostered through screens.

  5. The “freedom of brain” that prior generations grew up with, that now seems idyllic and almost naive. Reaching for a screen and its contents means a mind isn’t free or at rest. And today kids must struggle against addiction their whole lives, to greater and lesser degrees, since they become entwined with screens’ addictive elements at such young ages.

  6. The innocence that kids could enjoy more easily when screens weren’t a huge part of daily life. Engagement with screens, in all their forms, makes children encounter everything at younger ages - everything from bullying to porn to mature topics like sexual identity and cutting. It’s all the doorstep of the whole world, which means it’s that much likely that all the kids will know about it.

  7. The adolescent self-esteem issues that could be basic and simple - awkward rites of passage encountered by all humans - instead of amped up and intensified by screens, especially social media. The pressure to curate one’s life, make it interesting and appealing to others, is hard enough for adults to manage well (including for me), let alone for kids. Seeking to earn “likes,” the endless selfie culture, cyber bullying, seeing every event one is not invited too - these detract far more from social and emotional health more than add to it.

  8. The absence of conflict between parents and kids around issues of technology that prior generations enjoyed. Today, kids’ natural drive toward technology and parents’ right concerns and corresponding effort to limit technology is among the biggest stressors in parent-child relationships. (Ask me how I know.)

(OK so there are 8. Turns out I couldn’t stop at 5!)

Screens are robbing kids of all this, and they’re robbing us parents too. There’s nothing wrong with the tools themselves; they’re in fact very helpful in many ways! But as a society we’re putting something with dangerous potential into our kids’ hands, and then we aren’t paying close attention to its whole-person, whole-society consequences. When you think of the call toward “whatever is good, whatever is noble, whatever is right, if anything is excellent and praiseworthy…” - bottom line is that screens (and their effects on kids) aren’t, more often than they are.

All Debbie Downer here, I know; the post is a lament, so this is what you get here today! In general I’m not one for negativity, partly because I’m a born problem-solver. And I do think there are solutions to the problems we all now accrue from the world’s excessive screens. We can mitigate the damage, and we can camp out in the positive spaces (which do exist). Here though, I’m just wanting to look the thing square in the face and admit: there’s a bit of a monster out there.

More thoughts on how we can tame it - or at least, how I’m trying to tame it at my house - in posts to come.

Do you feel dismay when it comes to screens and culture (and especially screens and kids)? Do you feel robbed? If so, what parts vex you the most? Your thoughts on how to counter the challenges?


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The painting


These days I generally write on my Facebook writer page, so musings have been finding their home over there instead of here. In recent weeks I’ve written about moving; about technology and rootedness; about new beginnings; about the human enjoyment of dressing in costume. In February I wrote about when faith feels far-fetched, entitlement that surfaced in a trip to Budapest, and the demise of our ever-faithful, old car the Beast (sniff, sniff). It’s an ever-changing world for a writer, and different “homes” for words seem to make sense at different times. Also when time is short and reflections are brief, the informality of a Facebook page fits better than a full blog post. My ducks feel like the need to be in a good row for a post here, whereas a few cohesive thoughts seem workable for the Facebook page.

This week I wrote a post about protecting moments of connection with our kids, fragile and infrequent as they may often be. It was in poem form, which felt substantial enough for an actual post on the blog (!), so I thought I’d share it here too.

Let's paint together, I said
and she agreed-
readily, happily.
Sister playmate was out 
and time with just mom,
especially creating, 
is a jewel to be seized. 
This she knew.

And then the fight.
Of course the fight, 
when plans to connect are
on the table, nearly ready.
Paints out and water cups
almost full.
She suddenly stubborn and I 
suddenly angry, punishing.

Being together is so often hard-
harder than reasonable.
Simple idea grows
tangled and marred.
Voices raised.
The joy of the Thing so easily 
squashed before even it
is fully underway.

But I caught him, that intruder,
at least one part my pride.
Pinned him down and showed him,
for today anyway, the door.
I took her in my arms,  
confessed anger. Suggested we
put it aside and go on
to the painting.
She exhaled smile, relief, so on
we moved to table and paints.

From that ground of humble
grew up our minutes together 
and our treasures.
Our brushes moved as the sun
warmed our backs.
Progress came quickly, like the life 
that flowed back to our fingers and
our hearts.


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