A couple of days ago Jonathan and Julian used the alphabet blocks, a 3 little pigs happy meal toy, and this bird toy to construct a live action game. No catapults yet. Yet.
the re-membering ones
Once upon a time, in another life, I was the TA for Dale Coulter's Introduction to Theology class. While cruising along on the topic of baptism, Dale-- as always-- was giving fair treatment to the many views on the topic in the Christian tradition. I can't remember the exact content of the comment, but some student made a wise crack about how infant baptism isn't really baptism, yada yada yada. And Dale did something which influenced my entire view of the teaching craft. Specifically, he didn't deal with Smarty Pants McSmarterson directly. Instead he sighed and walked around to the front of his desk and sat down and looked at the class. He then proceeded to give the most beautiful description of what happens with infant baptism. He talked about how baptism is a recognition of faith. In adult/believer's baptism, the faith is "obviously" the faith of the person being baptized. But with infant baptism, something very different is happening. Infant baptism is still a recognition of faith, but it is the faith of the community surrounding the child. The community, the family, gather around the child and say, "Our faith will sustain her. When she falters, we will remind her." The community commits to function as a living reminder to this child of who she is, of the fact that she is loved, of the fact that many, many persons are invested in the ongoing act of creation that is her life.
It occurs to me that in the best of cases, this is the way friendships and families work. When we falter and lose that deep connection, that sense of who we are, it doesn't mean that we have to fall apart. Sometimes we get lost or lonely or we just seriously. fuck. up. But those of us who are most fortunate in this life have folks around us who remind us of who we are. It is their faith in us and their vision of who we are that sustains us-- not forever, but until we can get on our feet again. When the world seems to go all topsy turvy, we don't have to rely on our internal guidance instruments. Sometimes and maybe, just maybe, it is enough... or maybe it is just a beginning... to be with those who have known us for so long, who can remind us. They are the living reminders. When we fall apart and have dismembered ourselves, they are the re-membering ones. They put us back together by looking through the mess and seeing what was once and is always true in us.
Jonathan and I are immensely fortunate to live our lives in the midst of a strong web of connection. Every place we have lived we've worked hard to cultivate relationships. I feel like I looked through 1000 pictures tonight. There are so many faces, so many connections, reminding me if I feel lost, a glimpse of who I am is only a phone call away.
Tonight I'm thankful for the re-membering ones and I feel the beautiful heavy weight of the solemn responsibility to re-member when the time comes.
New Digs
Well, it's official. The Statons are no longer Bogart folk. Today we bid farewell to the little place that has been our home since we came back from Scotland. We handed over the keys and drove away.
We are excited about our new home, but leaving our old one was more emotional than I expected. Julian learned to walk in that house. He lived there longer than anywhere else. Chelsea's last days were spent there. We learned that Dumplin' was on the way in that house. Jonathan and I spent lots of time and energy reforming our relationship in that space. Lots of memories in 1400 square feet. ;)
We're excited about our new place. The location is awesome. We're really close to the YMCA. It only takes us five minutes (!) to get to Julian's school and Jonathan's new office space downtown. The house and yard are great. We actually have plenty of room and we're already making great use of the big yard, deck, and patio. Julian will tell you that he loves his new house. ;) Dumplin' is due to be here in about 3 months and in our new place he'll actually have a room of his own! Don't get me wrong... I'm not delusional enough to think he'll spend too much time there. For now it'll just be a holding place for all that baby stuff! We commented today that we've seen Samson wag his tail more in the last two days than we have in the last two months. Mama and Daddy are pretty happy as well. Happy family.
We're looking forward to making lots of great memories in the new place, with lots of friends and family coming our way. So if you're going to be in our neck of the woods just let us know and come see us!
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