Choosing to be educated

Categories: Education

If I had a choice of educating my daughters or my sons because of opportunity constraints, I would choose to educate my daughters.
– Brigham Young

By the time I graduate with this degree I will have been in school in some form for 30 years. For a while now I have been asked a lot why I’m still in school, why I am pursuing this degree (or my previous one). The unspoken aspect of that question is how much more money I’ll be able to make with my degree. I’m not getting my graduate degrees for money (wrong field). A college degree has worth far beyond the paycheck at the end. My education will benefit not only me but my family and all those I associate in ways far beyond what I can earn with it.

I knew someone once who couldn’t see the point of going to college if he could make more money in his job that didn’t require a degree. But I’ve also seen company layoffs that affected those without degrees before those with them when they were doing the same job. A BBC article back in September talked about how Brasil could be a world economic power – if its people were more educated. A strong democracy relies on an educated population. And I have seen study after study that indicate the more educated the parents are, especially the mother, the more education the children will receive.

I choose to educate myself formally and informally so I don’t get bored with myself and don’t become a bore to others. I loved the non-fiction alphabet challenge I finally finished this year because it helped me expand my informal learning in so many directions. I’m better at dinner party conversation now because of it.

I choose to educate myself because I’m still a work in progress.

I choose to educate myself because there is SO MUCH out there to learn that even if I never stop in this life it will take a good chunk of the eternities for me to learn all I want to know (can you talk about chunks of an infinite set?).

And I choose to educate myself because it is one of the easiest things to share with others.

Influencing my choices

Categories: Family

You didn’t have a choice about the parents you inherited, but you do have a choice about the kind of parent you will be.
– Marian Wright Edelman

I didn’t choose my parents, but they are awesome. They visited us for Thanksgiving and it was great.

Because of the parents I have I was able to make a lot of other good choices. Choosing education was easy because it was encouraged in our home. Choosing faith was easy because it was part of our home. Choosing family was easy because of how important our family was. Choosing my husband was influenced by the choices of spouse my parents made and how they treated each other.

As far as this life is concerned, I did not choose my parents. But I’d like to think it was one of the best decisions I made before this life.

Choose to be grateful

Categories: Life

Freedom of choice is more to be treasured than any possession earth can give.
– David O. McKay

I choose to be grateful. And I am so grateful for all the choices I have in my life, even those where I was able to choose nothing more than my reactions to the choices of others.

I’m also planning on choosing extra mashed potatoes.

Choose to snooze

Categories: Life

When you have to make a choice and don’t make it, that is in itself a choice.
– William James

I am a night owl. It’s part of my genetic make-up. I may live in Mountain Time, but my internal clock is set to Australia (some day I’d like to visit my clock). It has always been this way. I can make myself live on a normal person’s clock, but it is never a permanent change, no matter how long I do it for.

I saw an article a few weeks back about ten things you could do to turn yourself into a morning person, to reset your internal clock. As I read the list I kept thinking, “this list was written by someone who does not understand body chemistry.” I also thought, “this list was written by a morning person who doesn’t understand night owls.”

One of the suggestions was to wash your hair at night and put it in a loose braid so you don’t have to wash it in the morning. For years I showered at night, and it never turned me into a morning person. I showered at night so that my hair would be dry in the morning and I could style it. I also showered at night because it was easier to stay up and do it than to get up and do it (a life philosophy of mine that applies to a lot more than showers). If I shower at night that’s ten minutes I can sleep in when morning comes.

Another suggestion was to turn off all electronics in the evening. I’ve done that too. And I really like it. I fall asleep faster, but I don’t necessarily get to bed earlier. Because there are books, or long showers, that I can do free of electronics.

I do get to bed earlier now than I ever have in the past, but that’s because I feel guilty when I stay up late now. Brett sleeps a whole lot better when he can feel me next to him than when he can’t. And I’ve done several informal experiments on this principle. So I feel like if I stay up I’m denying him a good night’s sleep, and that’s just not nice.

But it still doesn’t make me hop out of bed bright-eyed and ready to go at 6 in the morning.

If the choice is ever to hit snooze or get up, I’ll pretty much always hit snooze.

Choosing to grow green onions

Categories: Food, How To, Learn Something

The remarkable thing is, we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day.
– Charles R. Swindoll

I have a philosophy that if I’m going to put in a lot of effort to grow a plant, that plant needs to do something for me, with a few exceptions. It either needs to come back the next year (why I don’t plant annuals much) or provide food.

Two weeks ago we made chicken soup and I bought some green onions to season the soup with. And I’d seen that I could put the roots in water and they’d regrow. I figured, why not. Let’s run an experiment. I had some small glass bottles I’ve been saving so I put them in one and figured we’d see what happened.

And this is what happened by the next night. Amazing!

And a week later we were making pizza and cut some off to put on our homemade pizza, because it looked like this:

I put an elastic band around the bases to hold them together and added small marbles in the jar to help hold the onions upright. We might plant them in dirt eventually too.

We’ll be cutting them down again this week to use in our Thanksgiving dinner. I may never buy green onions again.

Choose to make things difficult

Categories: Musings, Quilting/Sewing/Knitting/Crafting

Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.
– Aeschylus

Do you ever choose to make things more difficult than they need to be? Sometimes it seems like if there is an easy way and a hard way to do something, I choose the hard way. In English we sometimes say you are making a mountain out of a mole hill. The Portuguese equivalent is to make it a bug with seven heads. Often times I make something so hard in my head that I have a hard time even starting. When I do choose to start though I discover that it really wasn’t that hard and once I got going then I was able to finish.

Other times I am smart enough to choose the easy way. I’m not a big fan of hand sewing, so unless I feel it is essential to the design to have a biased binding, I “flip” my quilts to finish them. Then I only have to hand sew the hole I flipped it through rather than sew around the entire quilt. I put ruffles or cording on quilts for this exact reason – the finished look without the hand sewn finish.

I’ve seen people choose to do difficult things not realizing it was difficult. I have not yet done curved seams on my quilts because I understand what it means to line up curves from my other sewing. However I’ve seen people choose the drunkard path block for their first block and not find out till they’re all done that it was supposed to be hard. Our preconceptions can certainly influence our success.

Recently I was in a discussion where the concept being discussed was a simple concept, easily defined. Yet most of those discussing it seemed really uncomfortable with it being that simple. They had to keep adding on appendages to the definition, to make it more difficult.

I wonder if sometimes we choose to make things difficult so we have an excuse when we fail. It was just too hard.

Choosing to submit

Categories: Family, Gospel, Relationships

A man is given the choice between loving women and understanding them.
– Ninon de L’Enclos

When I first told Brett the quote for today’s post, he wasn’t so sure of its accuracy. But I’ve since found his post from Father’s Day this year, and I think it kind of proves the point: The Difference Between Boys and Girls.

Men and women are different, and have been from the start. And that’s for a reason. I was flipping through our Hebrew alphabet book the other night and came across this passage about the creation of Eve and the importance of a specific letter in that account:

The samech standing for enclosure, in the word “filled” [referring to closing up Adam’s side], indicates that the woman who became a separate being is meant to provide support to the human mission from a different perspective than she could have as part of man. She was to become his “help as before him”, a helper corresponding to him; Targum renders “help” as “support.” Thus, in both the physical and spiritual realms, she is to complement him in his role as head of the household. The wife, as Kol HaTorah comments, is neither man’s shadow nor his servant, but his other self – so that the two together form a complete human unit.

In order to bring about completeness of the man-female unit, the woman must be ready to act as an opponent. This apparent contradiction – that she must both assist and oppose – is expressed by the Sages as: “If he is worthy, she is a helpmate; if he is unworthy, she is an opponent.” That is, if man carries out his mission properly, his wife should encourage and assist him, but if he goes wrong, it is her duty to stand up to him, making him aware of his weak points and offering constructive criticism.

The Wisdom in the Hebrew Alphabet: The Sacred Letters as a Guide to Jewish Deed and Thought by Rabbi Michael L. Munk

I read of a woman who wrote a book about her experience living a year Biblically. Except she did it all wrong. She applied 21st century definitions to 17th century translations of 14th century BC writings and culture, particularly with the word “submit,” which she took to mean her husband was her master and she was his servant. She even went so far as to address his Christmas presents to “To Master.” I read something by another woman who basically said that since she is submissive to her husband that she gets no say in what their family does.

Neither of those women is living the Rabbinical understanding of “submit” nor of the relationship between husband and wife. Brett told me that the kind of submission those women think they have been commanded to do would make him extremely uncomfortable and he would seriously doubt my own self-respect. It feels awkward because it isn’t right.

My husband presides in our home, but I have a definite say in what goes on. On a lot of things he defers to me because he knows that my strengths are different than his and my knowledge in certain areas is greater than his. I provide him with a different perspective, as a good wife should. I am not his shadow or his servant but instead fill in an aspect of his physical, spiritual, emotional, and intellectual self that he could not do on his own, just as he does for me.

From the rib of Adam, Eve was formed (see Gen. 2:22; Moses 3:22; Abr. 5:16). Interesting to me is the fact that animals fashioned by our Creator, such as dogs and cats, have thirteen pairs of ribs, but the human being has one less with only twelve. I presume another bone could have been used, but the rib, coming as it does from the side, seems to denote partnership. The rib signifies neither dominion nor subservience, but a lateral relationship as partners, to work and to live, side by side.
– Elder Russell M. Nelson, “Lessons from Eve,” Ensign, November 1987.

I choose to let my husband preside in our house and I submit to that presiding authority. It’s an easy choice to make because he does so in righteousness. But if he ever were to change that, I would most assuredly provide the opposition the Rabbis say I should.