Up-Goer Five

Categories: Challenges, Life

Back in January, xkcd did a comic explaining the Saturn 5 rocket in the 1,000 most common words in the English language – xkcd: Up Goer Five. I laughed. It was so clever! I loved the idea. I especially thought it was interesting how many of the concepts were harder to understand when only using common words. It goes to show the power of precise language.

The idea caught on. A lot of people took the challenge to explain what they do using such a small vocabulary (Science in Ten Hundred Words; Ten Hundred Words of Science Blog)

It’s taken me a while, but I finally got around to giving it a try myself. Here’s a brief two sentence summary of my doctoral research in simple terms:

My dissertation looked at third and fifth grade students’ motivation for math. Would teaching skills aimed at improving their self-efficacy help their self-efficacy and achievement or would working in a cross-age peer tutoring situation help more?

And here’s the same summary in up-goer five:

My big study paper looked at third and two years older students’ liking for putting numbers together. Would showing ways for making better their can-do thoughts help their can-do thoughts and numbers on class work or would working in a cross-age friend helping situation help more?

A brief description of what I do now:

I feed, clean, play with, entertain, and teach my daughter. I take care of our house while my husband goes to work to make sure we can afford to take care of our temporal needs. I read, learn, create and love.

And what I do now in up-goer five:

I give food to, clean, play with, make happy, and help to learn my daughter. I take care of our house while the man I married goes to work to make sure we can pay to take care of our needs that take money. I read, learn, make things and love.

Care to give it a try? The Up-Goer Five Text Editor

Know you are loved

Categories: Family, Work

A working mom said, “I knew without hesitation that they were loved and safe and thriving and so I’ve never doubted my decision not to stay home with them.” I do not doubt she did love her children. What struck me about what she said was the focus of the sentence. Her knowing she loves her children is one thing. But did they know it? Perhaps they did, she doesn’t say. There are more ways than just staying home with your children to show you love your family.

I know my parents love me because of their interest in my life, their support of my decisions, their joy at my joy, their sorrow at my pain. I know my husband loves me because of how hard he works for our family, because he cuddles with me when I get back in bed after a 4am breakfast for our daughter, because of his participation in my interests. I know my daughter loves me because she smiles at me and stops crying when I pick her up or hold her hand (unless it is bath time, she hates bath time).

And I love them. I try to show it in so many ways each day. It is so much more important for them to know I love them than for me to know it. It does neither of us any good if I’m the only one who knows (but I’m not going to make a show of it here).

Have you told those you love lately that you love them? Have you called just to say you care?

The comforting power of touch

Categories: Family, Featured, Musings, Relationships

I have been absolutely amazed at the level of empathy and sympathy I have for our daughter. I want nothing more than to take away her pain. It has been real hard to watch her deal with reflux. I cried when she got her two month shots to see the look on her face and know there was nothing I could do for her and I couldn’t even explain to her what was going on. The only thing I could do was hold her.

I’ve been thinking this week about how a kiss doesn’t mean anything to her right now, wondering when she’ll start to associate that with love. I kiss her forehead or her nose, and I can tell it carries no feeling with it for her.

But I stroke her head and she starts to fall asleep. I hold her hand and she relaxes. When she starts to cry in the car I can often calm her down just by letting her hold my thumb (or both thumbs if she’s extra upset, and only if I’m not driving).

It almost seems like we are born knowing that when someone holds your hand they care about you. All she needs, all any of us need, is a gentle reminder that someone is there for us, that someone cares, that we are not alone.

May there always be someone there to hold her hand.

MissGiggles.com: The comforting power of touch

The fire still burns

Categories: Life, Musings, Politics

Saturday Brett and I were talking about Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire.” I was not alive for a good chunk of that song, but I still know what the lyrics are talking about.

Earlier this year I was substituting in a high school history class and had to explicitly explain to the students that the Iron Curtain was not a physical thing like the Berlin Wall was. They were not even alive when the Wall fell.

Those same students cannot possibly remember the significance of today’s date even if they were alive for it.

They weren’t glued to the TV as much as possible that day, sickened at the similarity between the real life they were watching and the movies they’d seen in the past. They weren’t touched as they went to the grocery store in Mexico and saw American flags everywhere. Those events live in my memory, not theirs.

The fire of chaos still burns in the world. The news headlines from the day my daughter was born include a standoff at a Pakistan hospital, riot police in Instanbul, Iran reformists, Syrian rebels, and an IRS scandal.

Hopefully the fire of faith, conviction, patriotism, and brotherhood still burn as well.

I’m a S.W.A.M.

Categories: Education, Family, Featured, Life, Musings, Work

The convocation ceremony over, we were all gathered around outside taking photos and offering congratulations. The question on everyone’s mind was, “What are you going to do next?”

Truthfully, that question had started long before I graduated, with most people assuming that a graduate degree in education means you are going to be a principal (I’m not that crazy, and that requires a specific graduate degree, one in educational leadership, not just any old graduate degree in education).

Before I graduated I had a few different answers I would give depending on who was asking, or if they asked what I COULD do with my degree, not what I WOULD do with it.

With my degree I’m firmly in the realm of academia. It’s a theoretical degree not a practical one. Which means I’m prepared to teach college courses about learning theory, motivation, and child development and do research on the same. And I’d really enjoy teaching that. I did do that while getting my degree. It was a lot of fun.

Standing there at graduation though it occurred to me that nobody ever asked Plato, Socrates, or Aristotle what they were going to do with their degrees. Nobody asked Galileo what he was going to do after he finished studying.

Those men were scholars. They were men of means who had the financial wherewithal to devote themselves to learning for learning’s sake. Nobody ever would have thought to ask them what the point of their learning was, or even tell them that their plans for their knowledge were a waste (Yes, someone told me that. Yes, I wondered about his intelligence).

My plans for my degree have been to be a scholar – to devote myself to learning for learning’s sake. And I’m blessed to be able to do just that! I spend my day observing a small case study of all the learning and child development theories I’ve spent over a decade studying (ie, I spend the day playing with my daughter).

Someone told me having children wasn’t a science experiment when I commented I was super curious to see how our genes merged. I came back immediately with of course they aren’t a science experiment, they’re a social experiment! I have to see if all these theories actually work.

I am not a stay-at-home-mom. In part because moms never just stay home and in part because I think it makes a stupid acronym  – SAHM. You can’t even say it as a word. And it doesn’t even come close to encompassing what I believe about my identity (I studied identity theories as well as part of my degree).

I’m a Scholarly Wife and Mother, a SWAM. That’s a word. And it more accurately represents who and what I am.

I’m a scholar (unemployed learner). I even list that as my occupation on LinkedIn.  I’m learning, constantly. I just finished a book, The Philosophical Baby, about the latest research in my field and found it absolutely fascinating (my review).

I’m a wife. First and foremost. My relationship with my husband comes first.

And I am a mother. I’m a “very smart mommy,” which is what I’d tell people I wanted to do with my graduate degree if I thought they really wanted to know the truth.

Unfortunately, I think this means I’ve biased my case study. I remind my child we’re forming a secure attachment when I play patty cake with her. Brett says she’s waiting for references on that.

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Edit: Brett found this article, O, Alma Mater, about this exact subject. I particularly liked these quotes, “perhaps the most meaningful way in which stay-at-home moms use their elite degrees is by raising their children to be well-educated, confident leaders of the next generation,” and “when a highly educated woman is home with her children day in and day out, she weaves the riches of her education into their lives in continuous, subtle, living ways. This is a priceless preparation for a lifetime of learning. This gift is the transmission of culture.”

Virtual Demolition Derby

Categories: Science & Tech

I view a lot of the internet as a type of virtual demolition derby. I rubber neck as I drive down the information super highway, staring at the wrecks happening on the side of the road, unable to turn away.

I know I shouldn’t read the comments on news articles, and 99% of the time I don’t. But sometimes I just can’t help it. I’m amazed at how passionately upset some people get by a Ziggy cartoon sometimes (read Scientific American’s “Don’t read the comments! (Why do we read the online comments when we know they’ll be bad?)” for a good analysis of this phenomenon).

I know I shouldn’t spend time on forums, but the train wrecks that are some of these peoples’ lives is so entertaining. I’ve told Brett on more than one occasion that the more time I spend on internet forums, the more grateful I am that I married him. Seems like a lot of the women on these forums married real losers.

And when reading reviews of items on Amazon I always have to rate the reviewers apparent IQ before I decide if their review is an accurate assessment of the product. The person who reviewed the DVDs of the first season of the TV show “Revolution” immediately after the first episode aired, because they had to be first or something, has a very low IQ because if he’d bothered to wait till after the whole season had aired, and watched the whole season, all the issues he brought up in his review would’ve been resolved.

I know all of this about the internet, but I just can’t turn away from the entertainment of it all. Stupidity is highly entertaining.

Sacred Gardens

Categories: Gospel

When I think of beautiful places I most often think of places in nature. I think of our family’s picnic spot in the mountains over Santa Fe, New Mexico. I think of the water fall we often went to on our preparation day on my mission. I think of sunsets and mountain ranges. There is something about nature that draws our thoughts upward.

I love to garden. A well kept garden is certainly a beautiful place. Both of my grandpas were gardeners. Being a gardener is part of my family heritage. I spent two semesters working in the horticultural garden during college and loved being out there every day with the plants. And every year I try to grow some type of food item in whatever garden I can put together because there is nothing better than eating food you grew yourself.

Being a gardener is also part of my divine nature as a daughter of God. The whole Earth is God’s garden. And it is beautiful. I remember one conversation we had while working in the horticultural garden (my co-workers were agricultural majors, I learned a lot at that job) about which system of irrigation is best – surface or drip. We decided they both had their place as God uses both in His garden.

When I think of the most important events in human history, I am struck at how many of them occurred in gardens. The Garden of Eden was the location where the creation was completed and where Adam and Eve used their agency to choose progression for all of humanity. The Garden of Gethsemane witnessed the atonement and the Garden Tomb the miraculous resurrection. The Sacred Grove was the location of the start of the restoration. There are many things we can learn from these sacred gardens (see “Stand in the Sacred Grove” by Elder Marlin K. Jensen).

There are our own personal sacred gardens as well, like the mountain side where Brett and I agreed to be a family or even the garden in our backyard where we work with God to enjoy his creations and a few juicy tomatoes. I find great peace when I am in a garden, be it formal or otherwise.

Where are your sacred gardens? How does nature inspire you?