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Suffering

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“When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That’s the message he is sending.” – Thich Nhat Hanh

I don’t often think about my ex-husband, for better or for worse. [Yes, that was a marriage joke. 😊] After we divorced, he got married to his third wife. I discovered, once I wasn’t married to him, that I did want kids and had them on my own.

But something I read the other day made me think of something he said fifteen years ago when our marriage was unravelling. “I suffered so much as a kid that I don’t want to suffer any more now.” It was his excuse for not wanting to do the work to figure out the why of his infidelities.

He did suffer as a kid. His parents divorced when he was three years old. His mom remarried a man that ended up going to prison for bank robbery. He was in high school and living with his dad and his dad’s third wife until his dad and step-mom left town in the middle of the night to move 1,000 miles away without telling him because they were in trouble with the IRS.

My ex was a smart kid. He figured it out and managed to work his way through college to create a different life than his parents.

Here’s what I read that made me think of my ex:

“While I am not a victim, I didn’t ask for certain shaping experiences to happen to me. I didn’t ask to be slapped or ridiculed as a boy or to be mistreated by lifelong friends later in life. In truth, If I had experienced different things, I would have different things to say.

What is most healing about bearing witness to things exactly as they are, including my own part in my pain, is that when the voice of the pain fits the pain, there is no room for distortion or illusion. In this way, truth becomes a clean bandage that heals, keeping dirt out of the wound.

To voice things as they are is the nearest medicine.”

— The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have by Mark Nepo

That meditation helped me to understand that the point of cleaning our wounds isn’t to suffer more, it’s to heal at that deeper level.

Here’s the funny thing. In not wanting to do his work, my ex made me want to do mine. He’s right – there’s too much suffering in this world. I was motivated to heal my wounds so I don’t thoughtlessly create others.

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You can find me on Instagram @wynneleon and LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/wynneleon/

I co-host a storytelling podcast featuring authors and artists with the amazing Vicki Atkinson. To tune in, search for Sharing the Heart of the Matter on Spotify, Apple, Amazon Music or Pocketcasts (and subscribe) or click here. Or the YouTube channel features videos of our interviews. Please subscribe!

My other projects include work as a CEO (Chief Encouragement Officer), speaking about creativity and AI through the Chicago Writer’s Association, and my book about my journey to find what fueled my dad’s indelible spark and twinkle can be found on Amazon: Finding My Father’s Faith.

Flushing With Pride

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“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it.” – Groucho Marx

The other day, my five-year-old son, Mr. D had a play date with a darling classmate from Kindergarten. It didn’t start off very well. They couldn’t figure out what to do.

Mr. D wanted her to be part of his band. She wanted to find where the gecko was sleeping in his enclosure.

Mr. D wanted to throw balls outside. She wanted more Oreos.

I tried to suggest a couple of activities. Then I sat down at my computer to try to stay out of it.

After a few minutes of negotiating, I finally heard the winning suggestion. Mr. D asked his friend, “Do you want to plunge a toilet?” and she heartily agreed.

In my defense, I did teach him to plunge a toilet this past weekend when he told me the water in the toilet went way up. The water was clear and it didn’t appear to be blocked but I figured a couple of plunges wouldn’t hurt. Little did I know that it would become a favorite activity.

After they finished with the downstairs bathroom, I heard Mr. D say as they headed up the stairs to do the upstairs bathrooms, “For these ones, I’ll let you flush!”

Ah, the Leon household, where we flush with pride. Or where friendship flows. Or where the toilet puns never end…

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You can find me on Instagram @wynneleon and LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/wynneleon/

I co-host a storytelling podcast featuring authors and artists with the amazing Vicki Atkinson. To tune in, search for Sharing the Heart of the Matter on Spotify, Apple, Amazon Music or Pocketcasts (and subscribe) or click here. Or the YouTube channel features videos of our interviews. Please subscribe!

My other projects include work as a CEO (Chief Encouragement Officer), speaking about creativity and AI through the Chicago Writer’s Association, and my book about my journey to find what fueled my dad’s indelible spark and twinkle can be found on Amazon: Finding My Father’s Faith.

Photos of the Week: January 11

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“The more we sweat in peace the less we bleed in war.” – Vijaya Lakshmi Pandit

I love these neighborhood holdouts for the holiday lights. Seems like they are extending the season and bringing cheer – maybe until the days get a little longer?

Sometimes we do our serious faces…but not often!

Two different versions of cracking up…

Mr. D sliding down a slippery slope. Which also might describe the slippery slope giggles we fell into on foot massage night!

Expressing joy with our eyes and our feet!

I loved the sentence about the Carter administration that I heard during Jimmy Carter’s memorial service. Walter Mondale’s son read the eulogy that Mondale had written for Carter. In it, he describes the sentence that Jimmy and Walter came up with to describe their time in the White House. “We told the truth, we obeyed the law, we kept the peace.”

So I’ve paired a picture that speaks of peace to me with the sign of the week. RIP Jimmy Carter!

Trust the Process

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“That is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you’ve understood all your life, but in a new way.” – Doris Lessing

At the beginning of this school year I attended that ritual of learning known as parent open house night. There were about 20 of us parents with our butts squeezed into the little chairs. It felt like the room was filled with some collective anxiety about what the school year would hold for our brand new students.

The wisdom Mr. D’s Kindergarten teacher, Ms. Richards, imparted was “trust the process.” She’s been teaching for 18 years (and she was Miss O’s Kindergarten teacher) so she’s guided enough young minds in reading, writing and arithmetic to know that practicing the building blocks will eventually lead to something.

It struck me as I sat there that it’s often the same with writing, music, cooking, gardening – and so many other things. You just have to start and then trust the process that it’ll get to the desired outcome. It even reminds me of prayer when it’s hard to imagine the next step.

A couple of months later in November during parent-teacher conferences, Ms. Richards told me that Mr. D was at danger of falling behind in learning to read. He needed more practice with the letter sounds to start putting things together.

It was worrisome to hear as a parent. In my recollection, Miss O learned to read effortlessly. I’m sure that wasn’t the case – but it was online school during the pandemic and she had a grown-up sitting next to her to do 1-on-1 practice every day.

But I also related it to the messy middle of every project that I’ve undertaken. When writing leads to a draft that’s raw or cleaning the house means I’ve created more piles of things to give away. It’s never pretty.

Mr. D and I have been doing a lot of practice. And I thought he was making good progress but wasn’t sure how much that was my wishful thinking. Then this past week when I was picking him up from school, Ms. Richards grabbed my shoulders so I could hear her over the noise of the assembled students and excitedly said, “I heard him read!”

So, even when afflicted with doubt, anxiety, and you’re tired of the practice – trust the process.

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(quote from Reflections on Learning by Real Life of an MSW)

Certainty for Today

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“May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.” – Nelson Mandela

My internet browser keeps trying to bait me to find out who I’m voting for 2024 election. It presents headlines from one side or another to see what I’ll click on.

From my point of view, I don’t want to click because I don’t want it to feed me what I want to hear. It’s not that I’m uninterested or uninformed. In these days before this hotly contested election, I’d love to have some certainty. But not at the price of wrong information and expectations that will lead to disappointment.

So instead I’ve made my list of the things I’m fairly certain will happen today:

The sun will rise and set.
That I’ll feel moments of awe, angst, and amusement.

Cooper the dog will put something in his mouth that he’s not supposed to.

And I’ll eat a little or a lot of Halloween candy.

Miss O and Mr. D will make me laugh
and some toys will be played with.

I will not make it through my to-do list.
But I will accomplish enough of my must-love list.

We’ll learn something, spill something, and read something.
One kid, or both, will anger the other and apologies will have to be made.

That amidst the rush and hustle of daily life with a nine-year-old and a five-year-old,
I’ll feel the overwhelming gratitude and love that I was able to choose to have this family
Using IVF.

And that’s why I never needed to open my browser to figure out which way to vote. I voted for Kamala Harris so that other families can choose, if they need to, to have days filled with the same types of certainties I’m likely to have today.

Loving and Learning

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“Life isn’t about getting and having, it’s about giving and being.” – Kevin Kruse

I was chatting with another parent at a party the other night. Let’s call her Casey, because, well, that’s her name. Casey was telling me about spending the night prior sleeping on the floor next to their new puppy’s crate. Since I was fresh off of sleeping on the couch for my puppy when he was getting adjusted, I was nodding along.

Then Casey said that a friend of hers told her she had made a mistake by getting a puppy. The opinion was logical: she laid out all the plans Casey had said she wanted to do like rebuilding her acupuncture practice in a new location and thought the puppy was not conducive to Casey’s goals.

Hmm, is love ever directly conducive to our goals?

Perhaps when it is the goal itself but from my experience, love is the big disruptor that often interrupts our progress on the things we can measure.

I’m thinking of this past weekend when my four-year-old son wanted to sit on my lap as I was writing a post so I switched to typing one-handed.

Or the time 20 years ago when I screwed up a work presentation because my new love wanted to spend time and so I forgot to practice.

And the swollen eyes I had for weeks after I had to say goodbye to my last dog, making it nearly impossible to concentrate or pull myself together.

And yet:

My four-year-old, Mr. D, has been bounding out of bed in the morning to say “hi” to the puppy. I find him with his arm around the dog or the cat as he tries to broker peace for his new best friend. And having a puppy has also made him more organized to keep track of his Bun Bun stuffy so that it stays out of the dog’s sharp teeth.

My eight-year-old daughter, Miss O, has a new way to make friends. We stood outside the school gate this afternoon letting kid after kid pet the puppy while she proudly showed them how she’s trained him to sit. And the puppy is also making her grow up because she’s having to find her inner discipline in order to deliver clear commands to him.

I feel the rumbling at my feet of puppy snores as I type this and feel less alone. I’m also feeling the exhaustion that comes with the extra discernment, communication, and enthusiasm I’m expending to train my kids to train the puppy.

We’re loving and learning. I’m not sure there is anything more conducive to my parenting goals than that. I’ve lost sleep for far less worthy reasons!

What do you think is worth losing sleep for?

Five Minutes from Crying to Trying

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“Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let the tears water the seeds of your future happiness.” – Steve Maraboli

A few weeks ago I had a frustrating conversation with a friend. Months before this conversation he said that he wanted to come out of retirement to work with me. So I started the process with the company recruiter. He had some great conversations with the team but when it came to structuring the offer, it didn’t match with his expectations.

I tried to convince him that the intentions of the company matched his. That he just needed to have a little faith to try it. And I assured him he could just quit if it didn’t. But to no avail, he was locked into his answer and didn’t want to give it a try.

At the end of this conversation, my frustration boiled over and I burst into tears as I hung up the phone. I don’t cry very often. Instead of staying in my office, I walked out to the backyard where nine-year-old Miss O was.

As I explained to her why I was crying, I had a breakthrough of the next thing I should try to do to push my team forward. It was a funny transition of five minutes from crying to trying.

Miss O has long wondered why grown-ups don’t cry. I’ve never had a very good answer as to why. I will often swear under my breath instead of breaking into tears.

But this circumstance reminded me how cleansing tears can be to wash away whatever is keeping me stuck. Watching my kids, I’m continually amazed at the tools come with being human that I’ve forgotten about. My kids go from crying to trying in five minutes all the time.

It’s unlikely that I’m going to join a frequent crier program. Unless we are talking about laughing because my eyes leak tears of joy all the time. But still a good reminder that authentic expression, however it shows up, including writing about it, helps move us along.

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Photos of the Week: September 21

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“May you walk gently through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life.” – Apache Blessing

Basketball with a side of Aikido, and skateboarding

Ducks and geckos

Swords and Seattle from the Great Wheel

Cooper has figured out how to end a game of fetch. Also how to be seen in reflection.

I think the Dunn Lumber sign is encouraging our one hydrangea bud that’s resisting change to just start!

Ring a Bell

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“There is within each one of us a potential for goodness beyond our imagining; for giving which seeks no reward; for listening without judgment; for loving unconditionally.” – Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

I’ve hung a yak bell on the inside handle of my back door for decades. I bought the bell in Nepal when I trekked to Everest base camp so I find it a pleasing sound for many reasons. It’s been useful so that my dogs can signal when they want to go out. Neither Cooper nor Biscuit before him were big barkers so it was pretty easy to train them to ring the bell when they want to go outside.

It’s a lot harder to train them to just do it when they NEED to go out instead of just want to go out. <Squirrel> But hey, I won’t complain about a system that works most of the time for canine to human communication.

Lately, I’ve been noticing that Cooper rings the bell for the cat. That is, if he sees her sitting outside the door wanting to come in, he’ll ring it. Or, if she’s sitting next to him and wants to go out, he’ll ring the bell. When I open the door, he sits back down and doesn’t go outside as if to say, “I’m just doing this for my friend, the cat. Who could do it for herself but doesn’t want to appear trainable.”

Who says chivalry is dead?

Photos of the Week: September 7

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“The difference between school & life? In school you are taught a lesson and then given a test. In life you are given a test that teaches you a lesson.” – unknown

This week, we did a lot of end-of-summer projects to get ready for the rainy weather. Cooper helped.

We stained the steps. Cooper helped.

Our friend Eric said that he had some style advice for Miss O so she’d be memorable for the first day of 4th grade (left). Fortunately, she choose to listen to her aunt Lindsey instead!

Starting Kindergarten. Miss O did online Kindergarten so this feels like the first time I’ve really experienced this rite of passage. I’m not sure I can even encapsulate all my feelings about this. Except to say that there’s so much hope and potential that comes with this milestone!

The last (likely) lemonade stand of the summer. At least that’s the plan…