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Saint Louis Wedding Photographer Lisa Nikole | A Bear of a Difference | Ami knows his stuff

Tuesday, December 28th, 2010

Let me introduce you to Mr. Bear.. Mr. Bear was a bear that was given to Ami when he was born, he was attached to a blanket and he has a rattle in his head. Mr. bear was not given a lot of attention, then.. all of a sudden, one day Mr. Bear became Ami’s most favorite toy in all the word. Except for “the blankie” The blankie is another story for another day!

No matter where Ami went… Mr. Bear had to follow and strict orders were given by Ami’s mommy that Mr. Bear was for sure to return home with him.

A few weeks ago, Ami made a trip to my home. Ami and Mr. Bear are always welcome and we had a fun time making cookies and telling stories and falling asleep.

I had a wedding the next day and was not around when Ami went back home… two days later

My daughter tells me Ami shouts “Grandma has Mr. Bear” and throws himself in dramatic mode onto the floor. She assures him that I will bring Mr. Bear to him.

The search begins… WHERE is Mr. Bear?

Under the beds….beside the beds, under pillows, bathroom, hall closet, under clothes piled in rooms, in kitchen, office, trunk of car, back seat of car, family room, laundry room, under couch, behind couch… OH MY GOSH.. where is Mr. Bear? Laundry pile, garage, shoe closet, desk, drawers, closets again, bathroom again and I repeat this cycle 3,4 times. NO MR. BEAR!

So, we get this idea… EBAY and we search and yes…YES there are a few Mr. Bears to choose from. We are so sure in our decision and we order Mr. Bear part 2.

Have you ever tried to trick a 3 year old? Do you even realize how smart they are?

Mr. Bear Part 2 arrives and I make sure he smells like our house (don’t ask and I won’t tell) I’m so excited and I know… we can pull this off… but a face of a 3 year old is a bit daunting when you are not sure… We had to have our game faces on and we had to make sure we knew it was Mr. Bear.

The day arrives and Ami and his mom and dad meet us at the Galleria Mall. I’ve had Mr. Bear Part 2 in my purse and I can’t wait to pull this off. I see Ami as he approaches I give him a hug, and I tell him. Guess who I found… His eyes open wide and I show him Mr. Bear Part 2. Ami shakes Mr. Bear and says… “umm that’s not Mr. Bear. I look behind him and both his parents are red faced and almost on the ground in laughter. I later learn… as my daughter said “once you shook him we knew it was not Mr. Bear, Mr. Bear sounded different.

Ami and I examine Mr. Bear and Ami starts to rub Mr. Bears forhead.. then states.. why are his eyes like that, so I explain how Mr. Bear’s eyes changed a bit because he was hiding for a while. Trust me lies never work!

Ami is not thrilled and basically tosses Mr. Bear part 2 into his mom’s arms and he’s ready to shop.

Later on I’m told he further examined Mr. Bear part 2 and says.. Mr. Bear has stripped shoes now, and he has a tag on his back.

I’m sure we have failed.

So kneeling down, in the middle of Galleria Mall, I tell Ami the truth about Mr. Bear part 2. He’s kind and compassionate to me. So I ask him. Ami, did you hide Mr. Bear, he shakes his head yes. I say where? I get a shoulder shrug. I ask in Uncle Luke’s room? NO! In the basement? YES! In the laundry room? NO!, Behind the couch? NO! Under the couch? YES! YES? YES! Omgosh… Mr. Bear is under the couch.. did you hide him Ami? YES!

I look at his mom and she assures me, he’s pretty accurate when he hides things.

I can’t wait to get home.

Now I have to explain that his Uncle Luke assured me he checked in and under the couches! *yes I want no blame in this*

As soon as I get home I make a bee line to the basement and lift up the couch pillows, OMGOSH..right there, smooshed is Mr. Bear. I could not believe it.

Wow, was I happy to see him. I gave him a bath and waited for the day to take him to Ami’s home.

The day arrived and I could not wait to show Ami. I also wanted to see if he really did know Mr. Bear.

I explain to Ami that I have indeed found Mr. Bear. He looks at me and I show him Mr. Bear. He gives him a look over, sniffs him and shouts.

“MOM, Mr. Bear is home”

Now, I can’t tell you how good this feels, but the story does not end here.

Christmas Day I show up at Ami’s and we all are talking about Mr. Bear part 2 and we wonder if Ami indeed can tell the difference. We find Mr. Bear part 2 and we get Mr. Bear and we put them side by side.

Mr. Bear has had lots and lots of love and even though he has a tag on his back and stripes on his feet, it’s obvious that the well loved Mr. Bear has faded and is much less bright blue then Mr. Bear part 2.

We put them side by side and ask Ami to pick Mr. Bear. In an instant, he grabs Mr. Bear and separates him from his fake counterpart. Later he grabs Mr. Bear part 2, tosses him into my lap and exclaims: “Here, you can have Grandma’s Mr. Bear”.

So all is well and swell now. Ami is happy with Mr. Bear and my desk has become the new home of Mr. Bear part 2, now renamed, Grandma’s Mr. Bear.

I’ve learned a lot of lessons but the biggest being.

Don’t think a 3 year old is not observant and don’t think you’re smarter then a 3 year old.. It’s just not gonna happen!

I can’t leave you without showing you Mr. Bear and Grandma’s Mr. Bear aka Mr. Bear part 2!

and of course, a picture of Ami with his dear friend, safely back in his arms.

Precious…..

Monday, December 6th, 2010

Tonight I watched the movie Precious.

You know how you watch a movie or a documentary and you want to look away, you don’t want to watch the pain that is going on in front of you, but I make sure I watch it. If I look away, I make myself look back. I think to myself…

Here I sit, in my warm house, my comfy couch, warm, convenient and I don’t want to watch a reality.

If you don’t know the story of Precious, first it’s a true story, probably more true then most people want to believe. It’s so easy to close our eyes to the things around us when they don’t affect us.

It’s easy to not allow the tragedy of another to enter our perfect little circle because we have no idea what that pain would feel like, we’ve been shielded. Ohh sure, we help people… from a distance. But do we get involved?

Incest and Sexual abuse destroy and yet it is one of the best kept secrets of a family! Sometimes it’s even the glue that holds them together. Everyone wants it to stop, but it never will until you talk about it, and sometimes that takes talking about till someone will listen, and not only listen, but act.

I challenge you all to take 2 hours out of your day and watch the movie Precious, then take it one step further… Act on it! Do something about it. talk till someone listens and don’t stop till someone does!

Precious is a movie about an African-American girl being raised in Harlem that is sexually abused by both her father and her mother. It’s about her achieving in the midst of hell and rising above her circumstances.

Precious is a composite of many young women that were encountered by the author when they worked as a literacy teacher in Harlem and the Bronx for 7 years. Over and over they met people with circumstances similar to hers, many with her amazing spirit.

She is a composite character. But her story is real, and happens everyday, all across America.

Speak out and speak out loud enough and someone will hear you! If they won’t. I know I will!

Where is yours drawn | The Line

Saturday, December 4th, 2010

I am probably the wrong person to write this blog but lately I’ve been wondering… where is yours drawn?

I listen to the news, briefly

I watch people in the mall

I listen to people talk behind me

I watch YouTube videos

and I walk away wondering…

WHERE’S the line? Where’s yours? Has it moved or changed and if so why, why not?

When I was younger, there was fear, I feared my father, not because he beat me, but because he was authority in our home. I feared the police, again not because they were brutal, but because if I crossed the line, they’d be there to enforce that line.

So, where’s the line?

I knew if I drank alcohol before I was 21, I risked getting in trouble, It was nearly impossible to buy a pack of cigarettes before you were at least 17 :-) I did not think of taking a neighbors bike or object not in my yard! I knew not to get in a strangers car even if they offered me candy and to stay away from guys who only wanted one thing.

I knew not to shoplift
I knew not to pump gas and drive away without paying
I knew switching tags was wrong
I knew if I did not have money for it, I was not to take it

So, there was a line, we all knew things that were really really wrong, you know the things you went jail for, we all knew these things were wrong.

Then there were morals, things we were raised with, those things that you had that feeling deep inside you that it just was not right. There was a line drawn and your morals kept you from crossing it

In business and in our government I wonder where the lines are, are there any lines? How can a government or company (isn’t that what the government has become) be so immoral yet expect their employees not to steal, cheat or trade secrets?

So, where is the line? Where is your line? Do we feel such an entitlement anymore that we’ve pushed the line forward, or have we all just stepped over the line and not looked back?

What behavior do you accept now that 10 years you may have frowned on

What about our churches, is there still that fine line in the sand drawn or have our churches crossed that barrier also?

All in all I think we are all required to establish lines in our families and in our lives. We will all be accountable one day for all our actions, how we lived and how justify our steps.

It’s not going to matter that we were “allowed” to step over the line or that the line has in fact “moved”

What’s going to matter is… when we draw our last breath, no matter who you are, one day you are going to die, and at that point, there is some form of judgement that most people believe in.

Breath in and Breath out, that fast it could be all over…

Where is your line drawn, have you crossed over it? Do you feel entitled?

I want to hear from you! Good or Bad, let’s hear what you have to say!