Freaky Twilight Moms


As seen in the May edition of Bella Magazine.

Since the dawn of Harry Potter, I’ve made it a policy to read what my kids are reading. I do this cheerfully as I love to read and it’s a fun way to have at least one thing in common with my teens. Do I read everything? Nah. For instance, recently they got into a very long series of animated Japanese-style comic books. I checked out, literally, after flipping through the first book. What’s to discuss? I can imagine myself starting with: “Did you like the sketch of the guy karate-chopping the other guy?” “Mom, get a life.” However, the anime books kept even my non-readers reading and we requested about 127 inter-library loans in order to see every last tae kwon do move. (Thanks, Hollins Branch Library, for your patience!)

Literature heavy on hobbits or dragons don’t get my blood pumping, but other than that, I really enjoy peering into their taste in what we used to call literature. When they were younger, I would bribe them to read with the offer of a private Book Club with me. If they read Old Yeller or the Little House books (or whatever dorky book I chose), I’d take them out to dinner and discuss the book. After a while, that idea became “lame.” I ratcheted up to pure bribes. After enjoying The Shack, I offered each of my kids $5 if they would read and discuss it. Only Caroline took me up on my offer and sadly only got $3 into the story before she was lured back to a series that has cats as the protagonists.

To really discuss books with teens, you have to read what they’re reading. And just FYI, Harry Potter is so Last Year. The hip kids are reading the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer. (And if they say they’re not, they’re lying.) Everyone has read at least one in this popular (42 million sold!) series. These books even caused my son Daniel to ask, “Do you think books can be addictive?” (Posed after a cumulative sixteen reads….he has good reason to be concerned!)

With that kind of question, I was more compelled than ever to hop on the bandwagon and see what all the fuss was about. Hearing only that it was a genre called “vampire romance,” I picked up the first book gingerly, as if it would bite me. I thought I was the only person over 14 who was reading the books. Turns out I’m not alone. Although initially written for an adolescent audience, this series is popular from middle school through menopause. (Warning for parents: the romance heats up as the books progress.)

What’s it all about? Dreamy, hunkish vampire love for a girl who just simply can’t believe she’s anything special. Of course she’s special…her name is BELLA! (Everyone who reads Twilight is transported back to high school when we also suspected we weren’t special but swooned over the football captain, not the Living Dead.) After only a few pages, I could see why Danny asked the question. The books actually did suck the life out of me as I devoted every waking hour to completing the series of four books over three hypnotic, dinner-less days last summer.

As a lark, my Book Club decided to read Twilight. We are a proper group of Roanoke ladies who generally dip into The Good Earth or The Road. We have a little wine and cheese and are both jovial and erudite. The Twilight Book Club was being held at my home. After one member offered to bring virgin Bloody Marys, I knew we were in for a serious theme night. I put on a blood red shirt, baked a cake with a vampire face, and invited Danny to be our guest speaker. The Book Club was getting hip!

To add some panache to the discussion, I got online and was flummoxed to find over 12,000 variations of Twilight themed t-shirts. Good news! All come in adult sizes. A few of my favorites were:

Shh, don’t tell Daddy, Mommy’s reading Twilight again

You say ‘obsessed’ like it’s a bad thing
Meanwhile, in a town called Spoon....

Twilight Mom


Freaky Twilight Mom is more like it! I am only going to wear my Twilight themed t-shirt around the house…or possibly when we go to Williamsburg this summer. (Just kidding…I didn’t get the shirt but my kids know just which one I want!) Surprisingly, my teens were really into it. I asked, “Do you think it’s weird that Mom read Twilight for book club?” and they said, “Nah, it’s cool!”

Danny did a dynamite job as our guest speaker at book club and explained how he relates more to the Werewolf than the Vampire. It all but garnered applause. Do you read this as an endorsement for the monsters-among-us books? That’s not my point. (At all!) My point is this. I endorse reading! And I’m willing to go where my kids lead. I read The Naked Olympics prior to a book report on Ancient Greek competitions. Reading their books has made for some lively dinner conversations. Think about it. Why discuss who is next to go on the Reality TV Show Du Jour? How about we talk about books?

It’s so crazy, it works. Read along with your teens. Tell ‘em Freaky Twilight Mom sent you.


BIO
Martie Smith Byrd says “Any book is better than Sponge Bob Square Pants.” She anticipates the glorious day when her kids will read things she can’t even understand. She and her reader husband Dave parent their five teens in Roanoke, Virginia.

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My Virtual Model is Hefty

Something about bathing suit shopping can really do a number on a girl's self esteem. (No, I'm not calling myself "girl" in a coyish attempt to seem young...I'm referring to my daughter, Caroline.) She is a beautiful young lady who will be turning 13 in the fall. Perhaps you remember what that's like. She's out of the Children's Department, but not quite a woman. There's a Juniors Department but from our observation, it's Victoria Secret-type Junior, not "I'd still be shopping in the Kids Department if I could" Junior. What's a girl to do????



Last year's bathing suit shopping with Liney-Belle ended just short of tears. We made it out of the mall with a bag in hand, but it was a tricky assignment. Maintaining modesty while looking cute...it's a pretty tall order. We ended up getting a tankini seperate top from Juniors and a cute little skirt bottom from the Petite Women's Department. Caroline says, "That was the most awesome bathing suit EVER...it was perfect!"


Note the past tense...it WAS perfect...that is, until the straps on the top broke mid-summer last year. We rushed into JC Penney's for another top but of course, there were no comparable tops available. The agony, the disappointment. It had been the perfect bathing suit.



This year we got a jump start on the bathing suit discussion. We made Virtual Models on Land's End.com. Turns out my 12 1/2 year old daughter has the body of a Size 6 Woman. (This made me feel fantastic about being a Size 10 woman! After all, Size 6 is the same size as a little girl!) We mixed and matched suit tops and bottoms to wile away the hours on snowy winter afternoons. But the prices...ouch! Is it really necessary to spend $100 on a bathing suit for a pre-teen? I think not.

Imagining I had her size figured out, I did what any cheapskate mom would do. I looked for a Land's End-ish style bathing suit at other retailers. I found a modest tankini on Old Navy.com. (Interestingly, the modest suits are only available online for them...their store is full of teeny weeny bikinis). I ordered the suit for her and sat back, satisfied that it was a job well done. Bring on the hot weather! Today is about 90 degrees and sunny so Caroline said, "Mom, where is that bathing suit you got for me?" Optimism buoyed her sweet voice. Until she tried it on, that is. It was cut for...a child. The suit didn't fit. She went out to run in the sprinkler with last year's swim skirt and a t-shirt on.



I got back on Land's End.com and scoured the Overstocks, looking for just ONE! MODEST! TANKINI! TOP! SIZED! 6! Is it all that difficult? Apparently, it is. Meanwhile, while I was online, I tried a few suits on my Virtual Model. Although she's lost 25 lbs since last year, she still looks hefty in most of the suits. You can turn her around, if you care to, and see her from all angles. It's enough to make me long for the olden days when women swam in their dresses.

Caroline wandered in to reject the suit tops I had saved in our online shopping cart. (Thankfully it was for the cause of modesty that she questioned some of my choices...she's such a good girl.) She noted that my virtual model looked like she'd had too many baskets of chips at the new Mexican restaurant down the way. We did a little research and it turned out that I was using the sample woman....my very own model had disappeared sometime over the winter. (I think she went South.)

This was thrilling news! My Virtual Self is not hefty afterall! Voila, with the point and click of the mouse, I adjusted her hips, her bust, her waist and gave her a cute new haircut. For the sake of legitimacy, I clicked "more mature features" which is why she looks a bit haggard yet swimsuit-ready. (See above!) Naturally she is haggard...she's trying to find appropriate bathing suits for two lovely pre-teens!

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Resurrection Power


He who plants a seed, beneath the sod

and watches it grow, believes in God.


I've been thinking a lot about Resurrection Power these days. It's the power to bring dead things alive again. Dead marriages. Dead hopes. Dead dreams.
He can take a heart of stone and replace it with a pulsing heart, a real heart.

Ezekiel 36:26 says this: "I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh."

That's Resurrection Power! This year I've seen it. I've seen dead hopes and dreams spring back to live. Dead relationships begin again, fresh and new, restored by Him. These things happen when we bring things to the light. Jesus is the light. Things grow in the Light.

Resurrection Power means that things that appear dry and dead can begin again, fresh and vibrant, and bear fruit. They can flower and bring beauty where there was once nothin' much to look at. That's why I like to garden. I love it when last fall's mums turn into dry sticks. When I break off the dry sticks, I see tiny green leaves peering up from the dirt. The perennial resurrection of a garden is enough to make me Believe.

Jesus said, as His life here was ending, "The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds."

Jesus Himself is the seed. He's the seed that went into the ground. The seed that bears much fruit. We are that fruit. 1 Peter 1:23: "For you have been born again (Resurrected!), not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God."

We are resurrected through the Word. Christ is the word. I implore you to allow the seed, the word to plant in your new hearts. James 1:21 says, "Humbly accept the word planted in you, which can save you." The word can make you new...and beautiful...when you accept it. Now that's Resurrection Power.

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Move Over, Nicole Kidman



Do you have recurring dreams? Maybe you have the school dream. You know, where it's the day of the final and you didn't study? I have that one...but in my version, it's a college exam and I never went to class. (I must admit that one is partially based on truth. U.S. History in 1985 was a killer class for me...and in the dream I keep saying, "I meant to drop that class!!") I have dreams that keep me up at night. Do you?



Recently I've been dreaming that I am on a trip and don't have what I need. I miss the meeting, or the dance, or the speaking opportunity because I am frantically going through my luggage saying, "Where did I put those pants?" I have this dream at least once a week. This week, however, it took a bizarre twist.



In my dream, I was on a trip and had everything I needed. However, Nicole Kidman came in and wanted my room. I quickly, sheepishly packed up all my stuff, no questions asked. After all, she's Oscar-award winning actress, Nicole Kidman. I felt like her staff member, vastly inferior to her. I gave it up without a fight, quickly shoving my items every-which-way to get out of Nicole's way. She didn't give me a second glance, by the way. (And hunkish new husband Keith Urban was sadly no where to be seen.)



When I woke up I was thinking about the dream and about Nicole's impossibly clear complexion. I felt a bit stupid and embarassed that I gave Nicole my room. After all, maybe she was mistaken. Maybe it wasn't actually her room. (Friends will recall that this is how my husband and I met....I was mistakenly sitting in his assigned seat on a plane. Sometimes very bright people just get the numbers mixed up. And oftentimes, God has a sense of humor!) In the light of day, I knew that it was a mistake to give Nicole MY room. It was MY ROOM!



My friend Jenn has a lot of cool dreams and I asked her what she thought this dream meant. She wrote this killer line which I now have posted above my desk. Jenn said:



We have the authority to occupy whatever room God gives us.



Do you believe that's true? And are you occupying the room God gave you? Or are you quickly relinquishing your God-Given Space whenever someone looks cross-eyed at you? (It doesn't have to be the ex-Mrs. Tom Cruise, either. I admit that in the past I've relinquished my rights to just about anyone.)

When you believe that you are who He says you are, you'll stay put. Scripture says, "You have assigned me my portion and my lot." In other words, God has given you your space. For you. To use. To grow. To occupy. Don't give it up, to Nicole Kidman or anyone.

LORD, you have assigned me my portion and my cup;
you have made my lot secure.
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;

surely I have a delightful inheritance.
Psalm 16:5-6

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