Sunday, November 20, 2022

Bear With Me


Bear with me as I ponder some phrases that show up when I've got Bear with me.

"a black Bear from the States"   He sometimes uses this description when referring to himself having come across the border to visit us and other friends he has in Canada. Decades ago, when he was in high school, his class did a play in which the characters were animals. He played the role of a bear and wore a big furry brown coat for his part. After that, his classmates started calling him Bear, and the name stuck. Although he doesn't hesitate to call himself a black bear, we aren't sure that we should refer to him as black. We sometimes ask him what the preferred term is, knowing that Negro is no longer considered acceptable by many of his color. African American? Person of Color? He doesn't seem to mind what the term is. Accepting him as one of us is more important to him than us making sure we get the right description. 

"Canadian cubs"  With a name like Bear, one naturally takes on bear lingo, I guess. Bear often refers to children and teens as cubs or young bearcubs. Sometimes he calls his home the Bear Den (or cave, or hollow log), refers to his hands as paws, and says he's growling when he's only talking. Leaving a crowd and going to his room for a rest, or not messaging his social media friends for awhile can be described as going into hibernation. He's also been known to issue his friends bear-related nicknames such as Cub Ears, Winnie the Pooh, Goldilocks, and Brown Bear. 

"running around" and "seeing people"  Bear became blind when he was quite young. He and his twin brother were preemies, and were on oxygen while in incubators after their birth. This was decades ago, before doctors knew the detrimental effects that too much oxygen can have on premature infants' eyes. Because his oxygen levels weren't carefully monitored, Bear's eyesight was permanently damaged; he has been coping with blindness for most of his life. He doesn't use a white cane nor does he own a seeing eye dog; his friends have been his guides throughout his life. Being blind doesn't keep him from "running around", as he calls it. When he came to our house on his first visit here, we were amazed at how quickly he learned to know the place. The first few times I heard him say that he saw this person, or that he'll be seeing that cub next month, it fascinated me coming from someone who can't see. But he sees people by hearing their voice, by being in their presence, and sometimes, if appropriate, by hugging them. 

"one another"  If you'd ask Bear how he came to know us (Kihnny & Dihnette), he'd probably say, "We've known one another for fifteen years now" or "We met one another at Storybook Camp in 2007". This refers to our place of meeting when our family first attended a week-long gathering for families called FOCIS (Families of Christ in Service) in northern Minnesota. Bear is a rather permanent fixture at this annual meeting. He and our family stayed in the same cabin at Storybook Camp that year, and Bear took a special liking to our boys who were fifteen and thirteen at the time. Our family's mere acquaintance with Bear in the summer of 2007 quickly deepened into a lasting friendship, especially after he began making yearly visits to our home. As I've heard Bear talk about various people he's gotten to know, I've picked up on his terminology: where I say "each other", he tends to use the biblical phrase "one another" - and it seems a fitting way to describe mutual relationships. Also, Bear uses the phrase "keeping company with one another" to describe a boy cub dating a girl cub. I think that is quaint and sweet. 

"you folk"  Other homey phrases that Bear uses in referring to us two and our family is "you people" and its close cousin "you folk". "What are you folk up to tonight?" he might ask us when he's at our house and, having his own evening plans lined up, is waiting on one of his friends in the area to come pick him up to go out for supper. Or he'll inquire about our December schedule: "Are you folk going to hear Messiah this Christmas?"  Sometimes he'll half-scold us in his voice message on our phone: "You people never stay home!" His astonishment over discovering our acquaintances and relatives North America-wide will have him extending the "you people" phrase beyond our household to include Mennonites in general: "You people know everybody!" 

"a little more honey, please"  Bear has distinct likes and dislikes when it comes to food and beverages and he feels free to let you know what they are. Breakfast cereal can be a mix of three or four different kinds, and he prefers to eat it dry - without milk. Eggs should be fried hard, wiener schnitzel shouldn't be too dry, and cookies should be made with butter. (In fact, many foods are enhanced by subjecting them to butter on, in, or under) Cold beverages such as water and juice need plenty of ice in them. Bear's taste for hot beverages are quite exclusive. No coffee for him, but tea will do just fine. English Breakfast, Earl Grey, and peppermint tea are favorites. The water should be as hot as possible, and when the tea has steeped long enough, a generous teaspoon of honey should be stirred in. Shortbreads, cutout cookies, or donuts - sour cream and the old-fashioned glazed ones from Tim Horton's - would make wonderful sidekicks. And to the tea for a Bear, could you add a little more honey, please?

"Hey!"  Bear expresses himself spontaneously, intensely, and uniquely. That's why we're bound to hear him declare, Yeah right! or Get out! when he can't quite believe something is true, or when someone is pulling his leg. When he's riding in the van with us, we often hear him shout "Hey!" or some equivalent word, or yelp out an expression that isn't really a word but carries definite meaning, when Kenni swerves suddenly or hits the rumble strips at the side of the road. We've come to realize more vividly how vulnerable a blind person must feel when in riding in a vehicle at the mercy of the driver. It makes a passenger feel a little safer on the road if he or she can at least see what's going on, so we try to drive carefully and explain sudden moves that may feel unsettling to Bear when he's along. We have more to learn from him in this area...

"a snoot and a snob"  Bear also has definite music tastes. He prefers classical and choral music to country and contemporary, and is very partial to Bach. (Sorry, Tennessee Ernie Ford, you get the dismissive tone - "that song sounds like something you'd sing when you're out with the chickens") A couple of times during a recent visit here, Bear went downstairs to the guest room and hung out there by himself for awhile, listening to podcasts on an early music theme. Later he told me he was just being a snoot and a snob. There are plenty of ways he shares music, though, too. I love hearing him sing solos. He makes a song come alive. Bear has a ton of hymns memorized and he will gladly share one (all sixteen verses!) with listeners, asked or unasked.

"well, m' dear"  When Bear is winding down a conversation with someone on the phone, he often uses an affectionate term - m' dear - in ending the call. "Well, m' dear, it's been great talking with you." It's probably habit, but I think that he really does love the people he contacts and this is his way of conveying appreciation for them. Bear often breaks down in tears when he speaks of the blessing our family has been to him. We can tell that he considers us some of his dear people. He has a whole crowd of dear people in his acquaintance and friendship. We have seen him interact with people and we've noticed things that touch him - people who are grieving the loss of loved ones, those who are doubting God and walking away from Him, those who are discouraged and ill. He has been a great mentor for many a cub, as well as encouraged and challenged us many times. Truly Bear sees with the eyes of his heart.

To those of you who know Bear, what signature phrases of his have I missed?

Tuesday, November 8, 2022

Answering Multiple Questions (The Long and the Short of It)


For those of you who haven’t heard how things are multiplying around here, I’m here to tell you. Perhaps you could approach the following exchange as the interview you didn’t know you wanted to have.

For those of you who have already heard the news, and have been itching to ask more questions, I am here to answer. Perhaps this post will be the interview you’ve definitely been wanting to have and didn’t know exactly how to go about it.

For those of you who know how wordy I can be when answering questions, and for that reason have been avoiding even asking them, I am here to reassure you. Perhaps this series, with its options for both long and short answers, will be the interview you’ve been wanting to be able to handle.  


What's new in your family life? 

Short: We're expecting!

Long: We're expecting FIVE grandbabies - from only two families of the Kenites Tribe! Our son Rolin and his wife Joy are expecting triplets and our daughter Kayleen and her husband Carlin are looking forward to having twins. 

When are these grandchildren due?

Short: Next year. 

Long: Next year, and within the first four months of 2023, the Lord willing. Joy's due date is March 1, and Kayleen's twins are expected about 5 weeks later, in April. However, the more babies sharing the womb, the less chance they will be carried to full term. (Not only is it the more, the merrier; it is the more, the earlier, I guess) The typical gestation period for twins is 36-37 weeks, and for triplets the average is only 33 weeks.

How did the parents-to-be announce the news to you?

Short: Ultrasound pics.

Long: Ultrasound pics on our family's WhatsApp chat. For the triplets, Rolin and Joy messaged their news to the Kenites on the day that Joy’s ultrasound appointment revealed three babies. The first post was simply a photo, an ultrasound image of a single baby. Five minutes later, a second ultrasound pic arrived on the chat, this time along with a “Baby B” title on the print. In answer to the resulting curious responses from our family, Joy confirmed that, yes, that first pic sent was Baby A, so there were indeed two babies. Incredible! But then, five minutes later, we received the third ultrasound pic, titled “Baby C”, along with the caption “Rolin says we hit a triple”. Incredulosity x three!!! Several months later we received the welcome news that Kayleen and Carlin were expecting a baby, too – their first. When she had an ultrasound a couple of weeks following that announcement, Kayleen posted a single photo on our family’s WhatsApp chat. It was an ultrasound pic with Baby A and Baby B on it. Definitely double take material!!

How did you feel when you heard the news?

Short: Delighted.

Long: Delighted and overwhelmed. The triplets announcement was a lot to take in all at once, even if the news came in 5-minute intervals. My emotions rollercoasted through whoops, tears, and laughter. Then came the thought of many changes this would mean for Rolins – they’d have to get a bigger vehicle, a larger dwelling, a greater stash of baby equipment, a longer list of helpers... On the heels of that came the worry about the possible complications with carrying and birthing multiples. But oh, how exciting to think of getting three new grandchildren at once! I couldn’t get done smiling. Then Kayleen and Carlin sent us the pic of their unborn twins and my first impression was disbelief. I thought they must have somehow rigged the ultrasound photo with the appearance of two titles. Now I think “How could I?” but right then it was like, “How can this be happening in one family?” (Sorry, Carlins) After it finally sank in that for real there were twins coming, too, I couldn’t keep my heart from overflowing in the form of happy tears. Because I am a twin, I have long been fascinated with all things twin. Because I have had/keep having such a positive experience being a twin, I have long dreamed of either having twins myself (Ken could tell you his relief that we didn’t) or being closely related to someone having them. And now, my own daughter expecting twins…well, that was just a bit much – in a good way. My laughter may or may not have had some Sarah-echoes behind my tent flap.

Do you know the genders of the babies?

Short: Yes and no.

Long: Yes to the triplets and no to the twins. Rolin and Joy are having one girl and two boys. Kayleen and Carlin know that their twins are identical, (so, same gender) but they don’t know yet if they’re having two boys or two girls. They may decide to continue anticipating the surprise by waiting until the birth to find out. 

Have you been learning anything new about expecting multiples?

Short: Yes.

Long: Yes, more than I ever wanted to know about the risky business. I have learned that a mom carrying three babies might require a surgery called cerclage, which is a fancy name (especially said in a Parisian manner, like sir-clahzh) for a drawstring-type stitch that helps strengthen a weakening cervix. Ideally, this will allow the babies to stay safely inside for longer than they might otherwise do. I have learned that identical twins have different ways of being arranged in utero, and if they are something called mono/di, it means they are a lot more susceptible to a disease of the placenta called Twin-Twin Transfusion Syndrome, or TTTS for short. I have learned that TTTS can develop very quickly – in the space of a mere week or two. When that happens, one twin gets too much blood and the other twin doesn’t get enough, which can end up being life-threatening to both babies. I have learned about a laser surgery, nicknamed the Solomon Procedure, which can be performed to seal off the blood vessels on the surface of the shared placenta that are responsible for TTTS. Ideally, this treatment, if successful, will allow the twins to each get their own healthy dose of nutrients via the blood. I have learned that hearing about such hopeful possibilities for both babies to thrive after all can bring untold relief and gratitude to family members.

What has God been teaching you so far through this experience? 

Short: Trust

Long: Trust in the Maker and Sustainer of Life. I said at the beginning, just after finding out about the triplets, that I am holding this gift of coming grandchildren with an open hand. I wish to maintain such an attitude even while acknowledging that there is no guarantee these five tiny babies will all arrive safely and without any challenges. I’m finding, though, that the open hand concept is getting harder to implement with these growing grandbabies, the more time I have to anticipate and dream of all the grandma things I want to do with them and ways I want to be for them. Recently I found a keeper quote by Gina Brenna Butz, who expressed it well when she wrote, “God asks us to loosen our grip on life and in the process our hearts will open to something new. He invites us to…bring an attitude of hope, presenting our requests while trusting Him with the outcome. We put our hope not in the end result, but in God.” Yes, as I continue looking forward to meeting five new grandbabies in the coming months, God invites me to lean more often and more confidently on Him.