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Swimming Upstream

It has been a rough start to the summer for me.

It is hard to be a parent. It is harder to be a parent whose profession has been educating middle school kids for 15 years. It is not because I focused on the science curriculum for so long that I feel compelled to do organized experiments with the kids. Actually, it is quite the opposite. It is because I know what kids need, what they deserve and what a summer should be. Unlike my classroom, where the kids were mine for 50 minutes or more a day and I could, in that little microcosm, direct our lives, the reality of summer is tough. I find that my view of summer is drastically different than many of my parent peers. I am swimming upstream. I have a few compadres who struggle to swim with me, but it is not easy. And it has not been fun.

This is my summertime manifesto for my MS son…..

The kids should be outside. All the time. It is not too hot. They do not need breaks. They need water and snacks and cookies and Kool-Aid and a push out the door. I hope they have a place to roam and explore and get in a little bit of trouble. They should be with friends. Lots of different friends. And they should not have their time scheduled with movies, bowling or too many organized activities. That should be a treat – not an expectation. They should figure out how to be bored and turn it into fun. They should play whiffle ball and neighborhood golf and basketball or any thing else they make up. They should go to the pool with just a ball and stay for 6 hours. One camp, maybe two. They should watch the World Cup. They should argue with their buddies and figure out how to get along without any parent involvement. They should wind down after the sun sets. They should be dead dog tired after their shower at night. They should be reminded – through words, deeds and attitude – that what they do should be fun. We should take away our own expectations – whether it be for the sports they play or the schoolwork they should do – and let them have fun.

Worried about how far their lacrosse team or baseball team or swim team will go? Will they play the full half? What is their batting average? Can they beat their best time and qualify for the all star swim meet? Worry all you want but do not put that on them. They are boys. They are not being scouted this summer because of their athletic prowess. They aren’t. Those are our adult worries and concerns, not young boys. Teach them to be good a teammate. Inspire them to do their best and then take what comes.

I have been in knots lately because I have second guessed what I want for this summer. But I am done with all of the adult nonsense. I know what makes my son happy. I know what he needs. It has way more to do with dirty clothes, a ruined lawn and copious amounts of sugared drinks. He will remember that. He will cherish those memories.

I am having a cold glass of grape Kool-Aid, forgoing the sunscreen (gasp!) and taking the plate in the whiffle ball league. Long live summer.

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Can I crack my egg on your head?

It has been longer than I have liked since writing my last post, and I must say I have really missed it.  And yet on the other hand, I felt like I didn’t have much to say.  That is funny in itself if you know me….I ALWAYS have something to say.  Maybe I didn’t think I had anything worth enough to put down into writing….who knows?  I clearly needed some sort of break.  The f-ing brain tumor has been rearing its ugly head more than I care to see in the past month, so I will chalk most of it up to that.  But I have been listening and observing…..here’s my take away.

Do you remember that stupid elementary school game where you came up behind someone and put your closed fist on their head.  Then you would smack the outside of that hand, open your fist and trickle your fingers down over their hair, pretending you had just cracked an egg open on them?  Everyone would giggle and critique and you would try it again.  Was that just a York, PA thing?

My egg has been cracked.  Again.

This past week I had a Board Meeting for Rohr Rockstars, something that hasn’t occurred in a year, and I was telling this story.  As I was looking around at a table of gracious, caring and above all, patient, friends and colleagues, I was trying to explain this rollercoaster of a ride I have had since embarking on the mission to create a nonprofit.  I have spoken many times on the sheer exhaustion and frustration I have been consumed by in this journey.  The legal and financial concerns alone are enough to send me over the edge, and they have.  Many times.  In fact I have said (often) that this is it.  I am done.  I made a small impact, I covered my ass legally and with the IRS.  I am done. And yet I knew in my heart I wasn’t done…just on hiatus.  Just thinking.  Sometimes I “thought” for a month.  This time I “thought” for longer.  Sure, RR was still chugging along but my sticker wasn’t on the back of the car.  My heart wasn’t open to it, not completely.  My egg was boiled (ok, a stretch…  done with the egg analogy)

A month or so ago I was at yoga (as usual) with my Rockstar water bottle.  Someone asked me about it, and I opened my heart.  Instead of a cursory response, I gave a heart-felt response.  And my life changed.  Again.

Suddenly, I had people everywhere approaching me about Rohr Rockstars.  Key strategic relationships were literally being laid at my feet.  Positive energy and excitement was buzzing all around me, and I didn’t do a THING but open my heart to it.  Fundraisers on the books, a new clear vision of best practices and approach and suddenly we had the makings of a Rohr Rockstars [Re-Launch].

This is not the first time this has happened to me.  I can count at least 5 times over the past 3.5 years that I have cracked open my heart, just a bit, and immediately the light, love and support has come flooding in.  I must say this time, the crack is far too wide to ever be sealed shut again.  Rohr Rockstars is ON.

Is it God’s Grace?  Karma?  The energy of the universe?  Fate?  Coincidence?

I don’t know WHAT it is or WHY it happens, but it does.  When we crack open our hearts to love and service and kindness and caring, the world responses.  When we close our hearts, the world closes, too.  I have seen it, and I have lived it.

I am challenging each of you – especially those of you who can see how blessed and LUCKY you are – to crack it wide open.  Find your way of serving.  Open up to it.  Step back and see what happens.  Spend ONE week, one lousy week, doing NOTHING but caring and loving and dreaming and filling your world, your heart and your mind with love.  You will lose NOTHING, and I am willing to bet you will be in awe of what you gain.

Crack that egg, baby!!!!

 

 

Defy Gravity :: Find Joy

What a great phrase…. Defy Gravity.

This month a trio of amazing women (and dedicated yogis) decided to put together a May-long challenge called #defygravityyogi (check out the hashtag on Instagram). A yoga pose of the day, a challenge to post yourself on Instagram in the pose, and a promise of prizes…. but there is so much more in this. Steps toward joy, hidden, in a yoga challenge.

At first glance, and maybe the only glance for many, this is about the physical pose. As with a lot of things in life, the surface stuff is easy; digging to find truer meant is the tricky part. Embracing the good, the bad and the ugly is the practice part. Accepting all three equally is the joy.

Day 6 and the transformations are kicking in….. The first day the poses came to Instagram mostly as is on the “cheat sheet”. Warrior III. Check that one off. Fairly simple and straightforward, holding a coffee cup for some playfulness.

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Wow. This was a powerful moment. When I saw the the picture my mind switched into perfection mode (i.e. criticism). Does my butt always stick out like that? My back is arched too much. Wow my thighs look….thick.

My home base at Y2 is a spot smack dab in front of the mirrors, the one with the superman duct tape. (That’s a long story… Just go with it). I am used to seeing myself in poses while doing yoga. I am not, however, used to seeing poses frozen in time….. and now I had to post it publicly and tag some pretty amazing people. Shit. Would they notice all the tiny flaws? Or find ones I wasn’t even aware I had?

Some friends included captions under their pictures – strings of words that hinted at what they thought was wrong with the picture and reasons why. “Sorry about that bent leg!” “Just a beginner!” “Not great with this one!”

Day 2 and 3 continued mostly on the same path…. Frog sit-ups and warrior II. A bit more playfulness. Still trepidation, especially because frog sit- ups are a bit…awkward.

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The shift was starting and my eyes and heart were being opened up (once again) beyond the physical. I wasn’t alone in this…obviously. It took giggling with Liz (above) and Wanda (behind the lens) for something to crack open within me. There is more here.

It was Day 4 – Humble Warrior Day- when the light starting seeping through the cracks. No one was criticizing me for my form. No one commented on bent legs or arched back or big butt. It was quite the opposite, actually. Friends in class were sharing in the fun of the challenge, celebrating our practices, cheering on each other, appreciating the wonders of our bodies and what we can do…. We were loving each other and I think (hope) loving ourselves a bit more, too. I noticed an absence of excuses below pictures. Really? Four days is all it took? That is magical.

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Day 4 had a totally wrong pose (awesome!), a humble warrior, and a pose variation that I am really proud I can do. My pictures transformed from opportunities to put myself down to beautiful expressions of joy. I saw flaws, sure, but I wasn’t embarrassed by them. I know my shoulders are tight (my right one from the darling dog above who dislocated my shoulder) and that’s ok. I know I have a bootie but man it looks good in the arm balance. I started to see strength, not weakness. I found joy, not anxiety. The light is now shining brightly.

Finding life’s joy is a process. It is a journey. Don’t be fooled by the easy way to happiness…there are no 5 simple steps. Joy is hard. Joy is scary. Joy comes from a place within ourselves that is confident in where we are right now and fearless about the path that takes us to tomorrow.

Can we all find joy? Sure.
Is it an easy journey? No way.
Are there pieces to the joy puzzle that are common among us all? Absolutely.

The first step – Screw Perfection :: Choose Practice

Screw Perfection……Or Not

Writing on this blog has been one of the most powerful endeavors I have ever taken on. And I have taken on some doozies, trust me. I am not sure I really understood, in the beginning, how many people might possibly read what I write….that has been an amazing bonus. I certainly didn’t realize that my words might mean something. YIKES!!

Oh and then I really didn’t realize people might want to engage with me about it. That is the part I LOVE the most. The responses. Is this narcissistic of me? I think it is a little bit. It has to be. I’m not writing on my laptop and saving it to my personal folder – I am doing quite the opposite in fact. I am using an iPad mini and an app and uploading my words for anyone to see. Oh, and I am advertising it. I am marketing my writing on FB and Twitter….. What?? Just saying it feels conceited on some level.

I’ve been thinking a lot about why am I sharing my life this way…. What is my goal? What is my hope and desire? What am I DOING?

I’ve never shied away from opinions or ideas….I love to think big. It is where I live – in my head. I can entertain myself for hours up there….the details, however, are not my strength. I’m good with that. I hate the details. Funny enough, in my very first career job, I was told (criticized) by my “boss” that I was languishing in the details and was not a big picture thinker. Boy did that piss me off, even at age 23. Are you kidding me? Oh, right, I have been working at an environmental consulting firm on a multi [multi] million dollar government contract for about 3 months, and I haven’t mastered all of the nuisances in cleaning up that toxic shit our Navy has dumped all over the country. Guilty. Geesh. Clearly at 43 I am still pissed.

When I was awarded an exceptional faculty teaching award many years ago, I was again struck by the words that someone else used to describe me. Of course the intro was full of lovely accolades, and I don’t remember a single one of them. But I do remember this well respected teacher telling the entire audience that I was never afraid to share my opinion with my peers. I was always the one to speak up or speak out…and apparently I did it a lot. People chuckled. Heads were nodding. I saw smirks!!!!!!! Wait a minute – hold on….who am I?

Two defining moments in my life that have shed light on the power of perception.

I want to be opinionated. I love to share thoughts and ideas. I am a teacher in all aspects of the word, even if I no longer manage one classroom. I think this blog in many ways has become my classroom of sorts. I miss the engagement I had everyday, all day long.

I have veered a bit away from my original intent when starting this piece and that was to respond, in some way, to a challenge to one of my posts. It actually was a comment about the post that has been shared and read the most – “Screw Perfection :: Choose Practice”. The positive support is awesome….it was a message that hit home apparently. I liked it, too. I didn’t LOVE it, though. It was only the start of flushing out some bigger ideas…the impact perfection has on individuals, culture, children etc. It was a scratch the surface type of piece.

The best feedback I received was when a friend told me he didn’t agree with what I wrote. Gasp! Are you kidding me? Really??? FINALLY!!!! This is what I have been looking for….I made someone think, and he didn’t think exactly like me. Bingo.

Why was I a good teacher? Because I encouraged kids to challenge what I said. I wanted them to argue (intelligently and with civility) about everything. Literally everything. I gave them permission to think. I insisted that they do it, actually. I didn’t care if they challenged me – it was not a personal affront. They were only 14 after all… And if they were right, I told them. If I was wrong, I told them. We learned to listen to each other, respected each other, and at the end of a dialogue we laughed and high-fived and looked forward to seeing each other again tomorrow.

So, Steve, thank you for not agreeing that perfection shouldn’t be a goal. Thank you for making me stop and THINK about my words and ideas. Your opinion only makes me explore my own more. And trust me, I am. You will see a post about it soon I am sure.

Why am I doing this blog? What is my goal? I want people to THINK. I want action. I want change. I want to see passion and belief and conviction. I want the easy road to actually be less traveled. I want to create a community where ideas and thoughts are more important than the designer dress or the perfect decorator. I want an adult classroom that inspires others through the stories and thoughts of others. There are amazing people out there – amazing stories out there – amazing thoughts and opinions. I want to find a way for us to engage and create community. I want to show REALNESS and see more of it in return.

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Parenting Like a Boss {and by boss I mean a teacher}

First off, if you think a synonym for the word boss in the title is supervisor we have some work ahead of us.  Seriously.  One of chaserohr’s Instagram names did not refer to his skills as an overseer of men….

A bubble of mine that is highly shimmery (again, if we are clueless here, please refer to my past post on ADD here) is how we are parenting our adolescents and teens (and the littles, too). It worries me y’all.  A lot.

Parenting may be the one thing in our lives (talking about my generation, and I am in my early 40s) that has really been a bit of a snag for us.  Try as we might, we can’t seem to read and to research our way out of it.  And perhaps therein lies the problem…. I think on many levels we have made parenting about US when it is actually only about THEM.  Right?

We want a simple, easy, accessible answer to a very complex and nuanced situation.  I am amazed at the number of parenting guide books that not only exist, but are actually read.  I have read many, but mostly because, as a teacher, I had to keep up with the lingo like helicopter parenting or using love and logic.  I’d love to write a book on parenting adolescents and teens so I won’t damage any future aspirations of  mine too much…

So here is what i am thinking….as a parent I am always going back to experiences in my classroom as a guide with my own kids.  Teaching demanded simple, effective strategies to essentially parent, on some level, 60 ish kids every year.  The more and more I think about it, there seems to be a really strong correlation between teaching and parenting….or at the very least I think we can use teaching as a blueprint for parenting.   Sure, teachers write books about kids – lots of them.  They even write books about parenting kids.   But from what I have found, we do not rely on the expertise of our educators enough ::  amazing people who are in the trenches everyday with our adolescents and teens are the ones who are brilliantly skilled and insightful.  If we could model parenting on teaching……hmmmm….I ike where this is going..

I’m curious….If you could “anonymously” ask a teacher ANYTHING about kids (your kids, your kids’ friends…), what would it be?  I know what I have been asked in fifteen years….and I promise you I have been asked just about everything.

I am excited to hear from you….you can leave a comment below or send an email to trishrohr@me.com.  Hopefully this interaction can generate some great insight for all of us!

 

 

 

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