Saturday, December 16, 2023

{Rant} The Nativity: no room, wooden barns, rags, poop, crying, and other myths

Over hundreds of years the nativity story has been greatly distorted, largely because white Christian Europeans made assumptions about the story based on their culture and geography.

The story I grew up hearing was that when Mary was nearly ready to give birth, evil Caesar Augustus suddenly decided that everyone needed to be taxed, and they had to go to their homeland to pay. So even though Mary was just about to have a baby, she and Joseph had to leave Nazareth and go to Bethlehem just to pay taxes. And just as they arrived, Mary suddenly went into labor, so Joseph desperately started going to all the inns begging for a room for Mary to deliver her baby in privacy. But all the rooms in all the inns were full. The only thing resembling kindness they received was an innkeeper who said they could go back to his stable (stylized as a wooden barn). So Joseph brought Mary back to the barn, fought back the animals and tried to clean away the poop, feeling terrible that this was the best he could offer Mary and the Son of God.

Well, Mary gave birth, and Joseph had to deliver the baby, whether because they couldn't pay/couldn't find a midwife or because they had been so thoroughly rejected by Bethlehem. And because they were so poor, Mary and Joseph had to wrap their baby in rags. And they placed the baby in a wooden manger with hay. Oh, and by the way, even though the cattle made a lot of noise with their lowing and woke up Jesus, He didn't cry, because crying is selfish (and inconvenient) and He was perfect.

First of all, let's look at what the Gospel of Luke says about the birth of Jesus Christ:

1 And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.

2 (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)

3 And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
4 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)

5 To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

6 And so it was, that while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

7 And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

(Luke 2:1-7)
First, did Caesar Augustus really force a poor hugely pregnant mother to travel over a hundred miles simply because her husband Joseph was descended from people who had lived there?

The word "taxed" in these verses isn't a good translation. In the footnotes of the LDS version of the King James Bible, it says that a better translation would be "enrolled" or "registered." This was a census or a record of people's residence, not a tax.

In the book, Stone Manger: The Untold Story of the First Christmas, Jeffrey R. Chadwick says that after comparing notes from their visits from the angels, Joseph and Mary would have realized that if this baby was "the Son of the Most High" (Luke 1:32), He would need to be born in Bethlehem to fulfill the prophecy in Micah 5:2: "But you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah, who are one of the little clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to rule in Israel, whose origin is from of old, from ancient days." So they decided to move to Bethlehem so that they could be registered as residents of Bethlehem and Jesus would be born and registered there to fulfill the prophecy. As soon as they figured this out they would have started making preparations to move, so they would have had plenty of time to arrive in Bethlehem before the baby was born. (See Ch. 7 of Stone Manger.)

Next, was Jesus born in a wooden stable?

Once upon a time, Ryan taught ~ten-year-olds in Primary. At Christmas time he told them that the manger was probably made of stone and there was no wooden barn, and they unanimously branded him a heretic. He told me, "These kids can't name the five books of scripture we use in the church, but every single one of them knows without a shadow of a doubt that Jesus was born in a wooden stable and laid in a wooden manger filled with hay."

The scriptures actually make no mention of a stable. Presumably, at some point we assumed that there was a stable because of the manger. Some ancient writings claim that Jesus was born in a cave or grotto in Bethlehem; in fact, the Church of the Nativity is built over the Grotto of the Nativity, which some traditions claim is the birth place of Jesus. Jeffrey Chadwick suggests that Joseph and Mary took shelter in this grotto as a temporary home while Joseph built a house, but the house wasn't ready when Mary went into labor.

Another possibility is that Jesus was actually born in a house in Bethlehem. Yes, the English translation of Luke 2:7 says "there was no room for them in the inn," and the Joseph Smith translation even changes it to "inns," but the Greek word used in this verse is "kataluma," which means guest room. In fact, the same word is translated as "guestchamber" in Luke 22:11 when Jesus eats the Passover with his Apostles: "And ye shall say unto the goodman of the house, The Master saith unto thee, Where is the guestchamber, where I shall eat the passover with my disciples? And he shall shew you a large upper room furnished: there make ready." In ancient Palestine, homes (built from stone, by the way) were usually designed with two levels, or three if the family was well off. The lower level was used for household chores and had a pen for keeping a few animals, while the upper room was where the family would sleep. If there was a third level, this was the kataluma, a guest chamber. So when Luke says "there was no room in the kataluma," this means the upper level was already occupied, either because the house was very full or because an honored guest was in the kataluma (see here and here).

This is an example where understanding the culture of the people in the Bible affects how we interpret the scriptures. Most Christians now probably live in a very individualistic culture. But the people of the Bible had a culture of hospitality. (We can see this in the story of Sodom and Gomorrah where Abraham is held up as an example of righteousness because of his extreme hospitality to the angels who visited him, whereas Lot is less righteous because he just gave the visitors the bare minimum, and the Sodomites were destroyed because not only were they inhospitable, but they actually wanted to sexually assault the visiting angels.) Joseph was from Bethlehem. He had family there. They would never have dreamed of refusing to take in a family member, especially a pregnant family member.

Did Joseph deliver Jesus? I mean, it doesn't say, so maybe (although the scriptures say "she brought forth her firstborn son), but more likely the women of the family would have gathered to take care of Mary and sent the men and the animals out into the courtyard while she was in labor. They may have called a midwife; ancient Christian tradition actually holds that the midwife who delivered Jesus was named Salome, and there is even an ancient tomb that is believed to be Salome's.

Next, did they wrap Jesus in rags? No. For one thing, it doesn't say rags in the scriptures. It says "swaddling clothes." For another, swaddling babies has been done throughout history. I've even used blankets specially sewn for swaddling. They wrapped the baby in strips of fabric as was the custom for babies. This is not a sign of their extreme poverty, but rather it shows that Mary was a good mother and she took care of Baby Jesus.

On the note of poverty, Joseph and Mary weren't impoverished. Joseph wasn't even a carpenter. Matthew 13:55 and Mark 6:3 say he was a tekton, a Greek word that traditionally has been translated to "carpenter," but would be better translated as "builder" or stone mason. In ancient Israel, buildings were made from stone, not wood. (See Stone Manger, chapter 5.) As a tekton, Joseph would have been a member of the artisan class, which would have put him somewhere between the wealthy and the peasants. Joseph would have interacted with the entire spectrum of social classes because of his occupation: he would have worked with merchants and laborers to acquire materials for his building projects, and he would have worked with the wealthy as he built for them. Jesus would have grown up learning Joseph's trade, which is interesting because when he began his ministry he would have already had relationships with the entire spectrum of social classes, enabling him to teach both the poor and the wealthy.

After Jesus was born, swaddled, and cared for, Mary laid him in a manger. If they were in a grotto, Joseph and Mary likely would have had a couple of animals, maybe a sheep and a donkey, so they would have a manger outside or inside to feed or water their animals when they weren't out grazing. If they were staying with family in a house, the family would have had a pen with a manger for a few animals on the first floor of the house. But either way, the manger would have been made of stone, not wood. You can see an example on the cover of Stone Manger. People at that time would have practiced co-sleeping, but an empty stone manger was likely a convenient place for Mary to place her baby so she could rest or have both hands for work. Or maybe it was a handy place to put the baby where he could easily be seen when the family and the shepherds came in to see him.

Finally, in the song Away in a Manger, the second verse says, "The cattle are lowing; the poor baby wakes. But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes." Look, Jesus was perfect, but He was a baby in a mortal body. He cried. Babies that don't cry will die. And [climbs on soapbox] we need to get over this idea that crying is a flaw, in children or adults.

So why does this all matter? I mean, it doesn't change the fact that Jesus saved us from our sins and from death. The Atonement is still there.

One reason is that we miss out on inspiring insights if we don't understand the culture and lifestyle of the people we read about in the scriptures. Just as the first people Jesus went to after His resurrection were women, the first people to see Him after His birth were probably a group of women who had come to help Mary. We miss that if instead we fill in the story of a heartless village where literally nobody can find space in a house for a woman to deliver a baby. We miss the point that Mary  swaddling Jesus means that He was cared for and loved if we say they wrapped him in rags.

Our traditional paintings and nativity sets generally show European people in a wooden barn. But Mary and Joseph were Jewish; they would have had brown skin, and so would Jesus. I've read stories about little black girls who were denied the part of Mary or an angel in a Nativity because of their skin. I know we don't mean to; we're surrounded by depictions of blond angels and marble skinned Marys at Christmas time; but when that leads to excluding people because of the color of their skin, we need to acknowledge that's harmful and change our attitudes. Knowing Jesus was brown and imagining him living in a world of stone buildings means his life was different from ours, and that's a reminder that He loves and relates to all of God's children, regardless of their race or social status. (Anthony Sweat has made a painting of Jesus that is meant to be historically accurate.) People of all backgrounds should see art that shows a Savior who looks like them and loves people who look like them.

When we talk about "no room in the inn," we also usually talk about how important it is to make room for Christ in our own lives, which is a beautiful idea. But if the word kataluma means guest chamber, it has a slightly different but interesting implication. If Joseph and Mary were staying in a home with family who had a guest chamber, but the guest chamber wasn't available, perhaps the family had an honored guest staying in the guest chamber, which is why there wasn't room for Mary to give birth there. This would indicate that the others in the house didn't realize or understand that the baby being born there was the Savior; if they had known, surely He would have been the most honored guest of all. During His ministry, Christ taught that the way we treat others is a similitude of the way we treat him: 

"For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me. . .Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." (Matthew 25:35-36, 40)

Do we treat the people around us as if they were honored guests? Do we recognize that even when someone is dirty, annoying, difficult, mentally ill, addicted to drugs, in prison, or simply of a different political persuasion, they are a child of God and a similitude of Christ, and therefore should be honored, not scorned? I know I have a lot of room for improvement here!

The Church of Jesus Christ made a more historically accurate video of the Nativity that can be viewed here.

To summarize, Mary and Joseph went to Bethlehem, with the intent to stay permanently and be registered, to fulfill prophecy in the scriptures that said that Jesus Christ would be born there. They stayed in one of the many caves in the region, or were taken in by relatives (because Joseph was from the region), while Joseph perhaps worked to build them a home in Bethlehem. When Mary went into labor, there wasn't room in any guest room, so she delivered Him in the cave or home where they were living, likely with the help of women in the family and possibly a midwife. She lovingly took care of the new baby, swaddling him in strips of cloth. When the shepherds arrived to see the newborn King, they found the swaddled infant where Mary had laid him, in a manger made of stone, and were some of the first to recognize and honor who this little guest really was: the Savior of the world, who had come to show us the way to eternal life, suffer for our sins and sorrows, and die and be resurrected, laying the path for all men to be resurrected and return to God.

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Happy New Year/Reflections on 2021

Happy New Year! Hopefully. I still miss precedented times. I saw this meme last month, and I think it says it all.


Here are some of the things we did this year, with photos, which may or may not go along with the text.

TL;DR: Pandemic school, hybrid school, masked in-person school; vaccines; trip to Utah; DC adventures; I deadlifted 100 lbs.; Kevin ordained a deacon; Ann Marie is reading chapter books; everyone reads a lot; last year of Ryan's postdoc at NASA Goddard

We started off the year with virtual school for everyone. In February Heidi and Ann Marie were able to start going to in-person school for two days a week, and Kevin was able to go back soon after that.

First day back at in-person school

Once the kids were in school I decided to potty train Ruby. It went much better than my attempts with the other kids. She figured it out pretty quickly, and we were so proud of her achievement.


In Spring we joined a study called SEARCH that was trying to analyze how COVID spreads in families with small children. We had weekly COVID tests, monthly mouth swabs, and three blood draws. The tests and swabs were done at home and mailed to the lab. It was a bit of extra work, but we were glad to be able to contribute towards science. I'm very proud of the kids for cooperating with all the swabbing and getting their blood drawn even though it's scary. I guess we were the control group, because none of us got COVID.

Azalea gardens at the National Arboretum



All of us except Ruby (too young) have been able to get our COVID vaccines this year, a blessing for which we are so grateful.

Second dose

We were finally able to sell our house in Georgia this past summer after renting it to some friends for two years. The market was much more in our favor this time, so we got an offer pretty quickly. It was a big relief to have that taken care of.

In the summer we took a two week trip to Utah to visit our families. We attended the Derald Glenn family reunion (first time I've been able to attend since high school), spent time with our parents, siblings, and nieces/nephews, and attended the Kevin Glenn family reunion (my parents and their children and grandchildren). Unfortunately several of us came down with colds (not COVID--we got tested), so that put a bit of a damper on some of the visit. We don't get to visit our family out West very often, so we treasure whatever time we can have with them.

Birthday at Grandma Tanner's house


All my kids with their Great Grandma Lois

Minute to Win It games

I got a gym membership this year because my fifteen pound dumbbells aren't enough anymore. At first the gym seemed huge and overwhelming, but now I love it and I've discovered it's one of the few times when nobody is demanding my attention or help, so it's a nice break. I've made some huge strides in building strength. In November I deadlifted 100 pounds and squatted 75 pounds, which is amazing considering I was only doing bodyweight squats at the beginning of the year. I think getting stronger has helped with my back pain more than all the chiropractic and physical therapy I've tried. I'm not 100% back to normal, but it's been several months since I had one of my bad episodes where I can't walk. It's been so cool to see how strong I've gotten and experience how it helps everyday things too like picking up a laundry basket, lifting Ruby, or getting the groceries out of the car.

Right after I deadlifted 100 lbs

Kevin was ordained a deacon in our church this year. He gets to pass the sacrament at church and does a great job. He also got to do baptisms for the dead for the first time at the Philadelphia Temple. I was so glad to be able to go with him.

Over the summer Ann Marie's reading skills blossomed rapidly. All of a sudden she's devouring chapter books. It's been pretty amazing. Seeing them reach the point where they're reading confidently is one of my favorite things about being a mother.



The Lotus flowers at the New Kenilworth Gardens are one of my favorite things to see in summer in DC

This fall the kids have gone back to school full time with masks, which has been so much better than virtual learning. They learn and socialize so much better in person. I think going back in public to do normal things was a strange adjustment for all of us at first. We had only lived here half a year when things shut down due to the pandemic, so we haven't had as much social interaction as we normally would have.



Ruby is doing a little bit of preschool at home with me and she absolutely loves going to Music Makers most weeks with friends at church.



Heidi and Kevin are really progressing on the piano. Kevin is playing Fur Elise. Kevin is also playing the clarinet in band, and Heidi joined the fifth grade chorus. Ann Marie has recently started taking piano lessons as well, and she's excited.


Visiting the site of the Battle of Antietam (top: Dunker Church; bottom: Burnside Bridge)

Heidi probably reads at least three books a week. She's a child after my own heart. She's proud that she's been able to make a couple of friends.

Thanksgiving

Ryan just submitted the final draft of another paper to be published. He's starting to be able to go back to his office at NASA Goddard after spending the pandemic working from home. He is working with with a group that has observing time on the telescope XMM Newton sometime next year. He enjoys his research about galactic outflows, AGN wind modeling, and evolution of stellar clouds. He also taught a fantastic temple prep class in our ward this year.

This next year brings some big changes. Ryan's postdoc at NASA is coming to an end, so he is busy applying for jobs at various universities and trying to publish another paper. That means we'll almost certainly be moving this summer, and we don't know where. Of course packing, moving, finding housing, deep cleaning the house you're moving out of, finding your way around a new place, starting at a new school, and making new friends is a big effort, so it will be a busy year. Cross your fingers and say a prayer for us!

Monday, January 4, 2021

2021 Goals

I like doing this post every year to reflect on how I did on my goals for the previous year and share what my goals are for the coming year. I feel like it gives me a little more accountability. I didn't reach every single one of my goals for last year, but I heard recently that if you're reaching all of your goals then you're not setting hard enough goals. The pandemic affected some of my goals as well.

Reflections on last year's goals:

1. Read Poetry

My goal was to read The Ode Less Travelled and A Poetry Handbook in January, then read ten poems a month (eleven poets) for the rest of the year. I did read the two books (I would recommend The Ode Less Travelled more than A Poetry Handbook). I fell short of the goal to read eleven poets, but I did read most of them. My favorites were Robert Frost, Alfred Lord Tennyson (my very favorite this year), William Butler Yeats, and Edgar Allen Poe. I'm so glad I started by reading The Ode Less Travelled because understanding poetic devices helped me to appreciate, understand, and gain insights into the poetry. This was a good goal. I'm glad I committed to working on it. I always thought of myself as not a poetry person, but I'm glad that I decided to challenge that belief and give it a try. I don't really have a set goal for reading poetry in 2021, but I feel like now I can pick up some poetry occasionally and enjoy it. The website interestingliterature.com was very helpful. For each poet I wanted to study, I would do a Google search for "best poems by _______" and then look for a post from Interesting Literature. For many poets they have a list of their popular poems and links to a summary and/or analysis of each poem.

2. Make a Command Central

This goal didn't really happen, and admittedly it's because I just didn't feel like doing it. But our desk downstairs is more organized, because Ryan dealt with all the papers. We do have a designated place for things like pencils and scissors there now, and I did finish the dresses that were on top of the pile.

3. DC Adventures

I visited the African American History Museum, the National Arboretum, the Kenilworth Gardens, and the LBJ Memorial Grove. The Smithsonian and other museums I wanted to visit have been closed most of the year, so I wasn't able to visit them. We did take several nice nature walks and hikes as a family. It was fun to explore the many trails that are in our area. I love that there's so much to do and see around here.

4. Books

I read White Trash, Ignore It!, and 1491. I wasn't able to get Oxygen: The Molecule that Made the World because I haven't had access to interlibrary loans during the pandemic, plus in the months when I was planning to read that book I was in no state to read about science because I was freaking out about the pandemic. I'm still working on 1493, which I'm planning to finish this month.

5. Exercise

I don't remember exactly what my exercise goals were at the beginning of the year. I've had to make modifications throughout the year as my schedule changed and depending on how my back was doing. Exercise to some extent has been happening throughout the year. I did a lot of walking for my own sanity after the school shut down in the Spring. Stretching, core strengthening, and weightlifting have played big parts in my exercise this year.

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Some things I've come to believe in the last couple of months are that goals should make you grow. If you're setting hard enough goals, you won't reach them all. With that in mind, I wanted my goals this year to help me grow into a better person and change me, not just be a to-do list. But I also think it's important for goals to be measurable so that after the deadline it's pretty clear whether or not you reached your goal. It's taken some thought and journaling to figure out some goals this year that would be measurable and help me grow in the areas I want to work on. I think I've come up with some great things that will help me reach my overall goals of being a better person with measurable actions to help me get there.

1. Practice being a better friend by inviting.
The steps for this goal will partly be contingent on how things go this year with the pandemic. I'm hoping that by this summer the spread of the virus will be more under control so that having people over for dinner and playdates will be safer. This goal is pretty lofty for me!
  • Read the book We Should Get Together by May 30.
  • Invite/host friends in some way six times between June and November.
  • Reflect about it afterwards in my journal (to reinforce that inviting someone over won't kill me!).
2. Learn about BIPOC and implicit bias.
  • Read White Fragility by Feb. 28.
  • Read my sister-in-law's book, Enslaved in Zion, if it's available by the end of the year.
  • Buy a painting with a brown Jesus or scripture character.
  • Attend and engage in meetings with my "We Can Do the Hard Things" group.
3. Physical Health: Squat 30 pounds (3 sets of 10, 8, then 6 reps); 1-minute plank; 15 minutes straight on elliptical; and touch toes with knees straight.
  • Read Thinner Leaner Stronger
  • Warm up on elliptical before strength training (get to 5 minutes without stopping, gradually increase to 15 minutes)
  • Stretch 6/7 days/week.
  • Upper body once/week, core 2x, lower body 1-2x
I will probably reevaluate before summer. If gyms are open and safe at that point, I'm thinking of getting a gym membership so I can get access to barbells and do more heavy lifting.

4. Spend quality time with my kids.
  • Weekly family activities (movies, hikes, games, museums, decorate cookies, etc.).
  • Help the three oldest finish their blankets by Feb. 28.
  • Help them do one other sewing project (each) by Aug. 30.
  • Add "Help with Dinner" to the chore chart.
  • Read-alouds: Finish the Lemony Snicket Series and read all of The Dark is Rising series by the end of the year.
Books:
  1. (Jan) 1493
  2. (Feb) White Fragility
  3. (Mar) Saints I
  4. (Apr) Thinner Leaner Stronger
  5. (May) We Should Get Together
  6. (July) Saints II
  7. (Sept). Kingdom of Nauvoo
  8. (Nov) Enslaved in Zion if available (If not, Religion of a Different Color.)
Habits
I really need to get my sleep hygiene back on track. I know that staying up late is affecting everything else. I am going to work on being in bed, trying to fall asleep, at 10:30.

I'm also going to have three set times during the day when I check social media, and commit to not checking outside those three times. Also, Facebook is not allowed when I check in the evenings because doom-scrolling is not conducive to falling asleep.

Saturday, January 2, 2021

Our Family's Book Recommendations from 2020

Ryan recommends:

  • Misreading Scripture with Western Eyes by E. Randolph Richards and Brandon J. O'Brien

Marcelaine recommends:

  • The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings trilogy by JRR Tolkien
  • The Harry Potter series by JK Rowling
  • The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud (the audiobooks are so fun)
  • The Chaos Queen series by Christopher Husberg
  • Greensleeves by Eloise Jarvis McGraw
  • Watership Down by Richard Adams
  • A Night Divided by Jennifer A. Nielsen
  • The Water Dancer by Tsa-Nehisi Coates
  • 1491 by Charles C. Mann (working on 1493 right now)
  • Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens
  • Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, a graphic novel by Hiyao Miyazaki
  • The Ode Less Travelled by Stephen Fry
  • Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
  • Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis (I expected this to be dry and a little boring, but it's actually very engaging)
  • An Ember in the Ashes series by Sabaa Tahir
  • The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek by Kim Michele Richardson

  • Kevin recommends:
    • Heroes of Olympus and Trials of Apollo series by Rick Riordan
    Heidi recommends:
    • The False Prince series by Jennifer Nielsen
    Ann Marie recommends:
    • Swashby and the Sea by Beth Ferry
    • I Say Ooh You Say Aah by John Kane
    • La Princesa and the Pea by Susan Middleton Elya
    • Shelter by Celine Claire
    • Silent Night by Lara Hawthorne
    • Little Drummer Boy by Ezra Jack Ketas
    • Sulwe by Vashti Harrison
    • Belle, the Last Mule at Gee's Bend by Calvin Alexander Ramsey and Bettye Stroud
    • Monsters Love Underpants and Dinosaurs Love Underpants by Claire Freedman and Ben Cort
    • Octopants by Suzy Senior
    • Just Ask! by Sonia Sotomayor
    • Julia's House for Lost Creatures by Ben Hatke
    • Dragon's Extraordinary Egg by Debi Gliori 
    • Fear the Bunny by Richard T. Morris and Priscilla Burris
    • Not Quite Narwhal by Jessie Sima
    • Sweety by Andrea Zuill
    • The Forgetful Knight by Michelle Robinson and Fred Blunt
    • Too Many Carrots by Katy Hudson
    • Each Kindness by Jacqueline Woodson
    • The Unexpected Love Story of Alfred Fiddleduckling by Timothy Basil Ering
    • Dragon Was Terrible by Kelly DiPucchio
    • Hedgehugs by Steve Wilson and Lucy Tapper
    Ruby recommends:
    • Swashby and the Sea by Beth Ferry
    • Tuck Me In by Dean Hacohen and Sherry Scharschmidt
    • The Giant Jumperee by Julia Donaldson
    • There Is a Bird on Your Head by Mo Willems
    • Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss
    • Plus all the books Ann Marie recommended

    Saturday, December 26, 2020

    2020 Christmas Letter

    TL;DR We exist, there's a pandemic, we stayed home a lot, I have cute kids, and Ryan works at NASA.





    What a year. I don't think I like living in unprecedented times (although admittedly the memes this year have been great). I think one of the biggest challenges has been figuring out how to navigate relationships with people who I strongly disagree with. It's hard to let people be wrong, but you can't force people to change their mind. I'm learning to acknowledge that everyone is on a different journey to figure out truth and become better versions of themselves. I'm trying to see people with compassion, to try to understand how they might be feeling or why their background might lead them to the beliefs and opinions they have. At the beginning of the year I stewed about it a lot, but I've been learning that I've got to live life, and if I let my worries and frustrations about other people take over my life, I'll miss out on doing the things that are most meaningful to me.

    I've been heartbroken to see cases of COVID-19 rising throughout the world and especially in the United States. I never imagined I would live during a pandemic. Today the Johns Hopkins Coronavirus Resource Center says that in the United States there are 18,768,116 confirmed cases and 330,340 people have died. I expect it will get worse for the next month or two. I feel fortunate that so far I haven't lost a family member to this disease, although I do have some loved ones who have caught it, including my sister and her fiancée, who are recovering. I worry every day that someone I care about will die or experience long-term harm as a result of COVID-19. I worry for our healthcare workers who are having to make heartbreaking decisions and work way too hard as they treat sick people in overflowing hospitals.  I do feel grateful that good vaccines are starting to roll out. It feels like there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Please wear a mask and practice physical distancing, my friends.

    Our family is joining a new study with Johns Hopkins University that will look at how the coronavirus spreads in families with small children. It involves weekly nose swabs, monthly mouth swabs, and three blood draws, plus extra tests if we test positive for COVID. It took some wheedling to convince Kevin and Heidi to participate, but they agreed. We're excited to be able to contribute to understanding the virus better.

    Church has mostly been virtual this year. We have weekly Sacrament meetings by Zoom, and Sunday School and Relief Society/Elder's Quorum meetings are being held twice a month by Zoom. The children have missed going to primary and activity days. It's been sad to see the temples throughout the world be closed or operating on a limited basis this year. We miss the blessings that come from doing baptisms and other ordinances by proxy for our deceased ancestors. But it has also been a special blessing to have home church. We sing a hymn, Ryan blesses the sacrament and administers it to our family, and we have a lesson. Knowing this is the only church the kids are getting has motivated me to work harder to teach them about the gospel at home, which I should have been doing anyway. Sometimes our lessons are a little crazy, but we've had many special times too.

    One of our home church lessons was about the Nephites pitching their tents towards the temple to hear King Benjamin speak, so we built a fort and took turns reading a favorite part of his sermon.

    Kevin, Heidi, and Ann Marie have done most of their school virtually this year. Schools closed in March and never reopened. I've been very impressed with the teachers. Teaching on a Google Meet is not ideal, but they manage the classrooms well and the students navigate to different Google Meets and assignments on Google Classroom mostly independently now. The challenge for me is making sure the kids stay on task and don't stray to Minecraft videos on YouTube, while still trying to take care of Ruby and keep up with what needs to be done at home. We're not perfect by any means, but we'll keep pushing through the best we can.

    One of our early homeschool days--I told them to write an essay about how to trap a leprechaun.

    These were from a music assignment to use recycled materials to make a musical instrument.


    Fall virtual learning has been more rigorous than it was in the Spring, with synchronous learning on a schedule. Sometimes it's great, sometimes it's a little rough. And sometimes it's kind of a pain.

    I had a goal to visit so many places this year and take advantage of living so close to Washington, DC, but because of the pandemic, the museums have been closed most of the year. Instead, we took advantage of several hiking trails and walking paths in the area. We enjoyed the Patuxent Sand Esker and the clay/sand field next to it. The lotus flowers at the New Kenilworth Gardens were beautiful. I think my favorite is the National Arboretum. It was beautiful in the fall. One nice thing about schools closing in the spring was that we were able to spend time outside together when the weather was beautiful, when normally the kids would be in school all day. I planted some tulip, daffodil, and hyacinth bulbs this fall, so hopefully next spring we'll have pretty flowers in our little front yard!













    Ryan enjoys his work as a postdoc at NASA. He published a paper this year.  He's been able to work exclusively from home since April. In many ways it's convenient, but in other ways it's inconvenient. He's been able to continue meeting and collaborating with his advisor and other people at NASA through virtual meetings. He got a telescope for his birthday and has enjoyed playing with it on some of our hikes. He was called to be second counselor in the Elder's Quorum Presidency.
    Ryan got Grandma Wessman's famous Heath Bar Cake for his birthday. It's chocolate poke cake with sweetened condensed milk and caramel poured over the top, then frosted with whipped cream and covered with chopped Heath bars. (He says only seventeen people have died of sugar overload from this cake. They died happy.)


    The pandemic has forced me to really work through some of my mental health challenges. I tried therapy, which was okay, but I don't think the therapist was a great fit for me. I have a good psychiatrist who diagnosed my anxiety and helped me get medication that works. Medicine has brought me up to a level where I can work through my thoughts and use coping mechanisms like journaling, guided meditation, getting enough sleep, mantras, and exercise to keep myself in a good place. I threw out my back again soon after the kids' school closed. It was so bad I couldn't walk. Although I did recover enough that I could do normal things, back pain was still a daily problem. After some fasting and prayer, this fall I decided to try physical therapy, and since then I've seen great improvement. My physical therapist has helped me to strengthen my muscles and improve my flexibility, and it's made a big difference. And now that I'm not dealing with daily back pain, I'm able to do everything else much more easily, which has been good for my mental health. I'm very thankful.

    Other than back pain, dealing with depression and anxiety, and doom-scrolling, I've mainly been homemaking and taking care of kids. It's been nice to have Ryan home, even if it's just so I can go down and rant or share funny things the kids did. Earlier in the year, I was singing in the DC Temple Choir. We joined the Southern Virginia University Chamber Singers to give a beautiful concert. Unfortunately, we haven't been able to meet since April due to the pandemic. I look forward to hopefully singing with them again next year. I've read 71 books so far this year (a mix of books read aloud to the kids, audiobooks, and physical books). I'm in two book clubs that are held virtually. I've joined a virtual group that discusses racism, how it shows up in our church, and how we can recognize and work on implicit bias in ourselves. Talking to people virtually isn't quite the same as in-person, but actually it works pretty well. I also took up macro counting (a little like counting calories, but the emphasis is on having the right proportions of carbohydrates, protein, and fat). I've liked it because it's helped me get a better handle on my nutrition, know more about the nutrition and portion sizes of foods, and figure out how to have a healthy diet while still incorporating treats. (Ryan might think it's a little annoying that I weigh my food). The best thing I learned was how to do a reverse diet and then eat at maintenance calories. I've also been getting stronger lifting dumbbells and doing core exercises, and I'm hoping to do some powerlifting next year once it's safe to go to gyms again. I wasn't planning to do much sewing this year, but I ended up sewing several masks and starting to teach the three older kids how to sew. They're working on some flannel blankets that we will donate to the Linus project.


    Kevin is in sixth grade. He doesn't like virtual learning. He's been playing Minecraft a lot. He's doing great at piano lessons. He's mastered Called To Serve and is learning to play Fur Elise. He's in the Concert Band at school, playing the clarinet. His band teacher had all the students record themselves playing their part for the band pieces and then put them all together to make a video for the band concert. It actually worked pretty well.







    Heidi is in fourth grade. She does all of her virtual learning independently and gets all of her homework done without any reminding. It's kind of amazing. She doesn't want to go back if the schools switch to a hybrid model. She's doing viola lessons virtually with the school. She's also doing great at piano lessons. I've been amazed to see her improvement. We love their piano teacher. Heidi reads as much as she can. She has also learned to make blueberry muffins, biscuits, German pancakes, and regular pancakes independently. The pandemic helped make this possible because being at home so much gave her the time.





    Ann Marie is in first grade. She's making good progress learning to read. I've loved that she has let me teach her how to read. This year she lost her first two teeth. She taught herself to ride her bike, and spent hours every day riding around the neighborhood. She also loves Minecraft. She enjoyed playing with Heidi so much this year. She's such a fun kid.







    Ruby is two. She had a minor surgery this year to fix the trigger thumb in her right hand. Her thumb was stuck in a bent position (probably a congenital problem, but we didn't notice it until about a year ago). The surgery was less than five minutes. She handled it like a champ. She spends most days wearing dresses or dress-up clothes while dancing and singing. She's pretty content to play with toys in her room for hours. We've had a lovely time reading hundreds of picture books together. Earlier in the year she and I went on walks together almost every day, which she loved. It's been so fun to see her language advance this year from single words to full sentences. She replaces "R" and "L" with the "Y" sound, which means we get asked to "yock" the door, "yook" at the pretty "yock," and watch how fast she can "yun," and that is pretty adorable.









    Thistle the cat is calming down as she becomes an adult. She spends long periods of time sleeping on the foot of our bed (I never thought I would let a cat on my bed). She's not a snuggly cat, although she likes petting if it's in exactly the right place, and will occasionally condescend to be held. But she does like us, as long as we're on the other side of the room. I'm delighted to report that we were able to keep her from climbing into the Christmas tree this year. We bought some stiff mesh fabric and attached it to the bottom layer of branches with zip ties.



    I don't really expect things to magically get better on January 1st, but I have hope that things will get better gradually. I think the people who have been developing vaccines and treatments and doing studies to understand how the coronavirus spreads are pretty amazing. For my part, instead of going back to normal, I hope to change and live life differently as a result of this year. I hope to be a better friend and seek opportunities to spend quality time with my friends, and I also plan to do work to be a friend to people who look different from me. I look forward to being able to attend church the way we used to, with our entire ward, and I hope I won't take that opportunity for granted anymore, and that I will go back with a determination to contribute more to my congregation. I look forward to the dedication of the Washington DC temple (hopefully sometime in 2021), and after not being in the temple for a year and a half, I plan to attend often.

    I love the many opportunities to reflect on Jesus Christ at this time of year. Normally I would be singing in Christmas concerts, and I've missed that. This year it's been clear to me that I have much to learn and improve about myself, and I am very grateful that because of Jesus Christ I can repent. I am grateful that He is a part of my life and that He changes my heart.

    I love you all. We look forward to being able to see friends and family in person again, to see your entire faces and give you hugs. Stay well, and have hope.

    Love,

    Marcelaine (on behalf of the Tanner family)

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