Thursday, June 5, 2014

The Mentoring Gap


Youth today are growing up without positive one-to-one support and guidance from adults, yet we all know that this is exactly what they need in order to grow up to successfully.  Every successful adult can identify the role models and mentors who helped them navigate the challenges of childhood.  Without this critical support, youth fall prey to destructive cycles of poverty, failure, abuse, neglect, teen pregnancy, gang violence, substance abuse, truancy and juvenile delinquency.  Having a Big Brother or Big Sister has been proven in volumes of research to stop these cycles.  

A report* commissioned in 2013 by MENTOR, an organization dedicated to closing the mentoring gap for our nation’s youth, revealed that there are an estimated 9 million at –risk youth who will reach the age of 19 without ever having had a mentor.  The report also reveals that these youth are far less likely than their mentored counterparts to get the support they need to succeed in school and aspire to higher education.  

In contrast, results from surveys of youth mentored in the Big Brothers Big Sisters of South Texas program in 2013 show the following:

  •   93% of students expect to graduate from high school, and
  •   85% of students plan to attend college

These results are what spur our organization to grow the BBBS program to the point at which every child that needs or wants a Big Brother or Big Sister is able to get one immediately.  Core to our mission is an ability to recruit volunteers to serve as mentor “Bigs.”  We firmly believe that this community is filled with potential mentors ripe for recruitment, and that we can attract, screen, train, match and retain as many of these individuals as we need to work with at risk youth.  The problem, as we see it, is not a lack of volunteers, it is a lack in the expertise of volunteer recruitment.  We have this expertise.  Over the past several decades we have honed our recruitment techniques to the point that we bring in more volunteers than we can effectively process. 

The issue is properly screening, training and supervising these volunteers in order for them to serve as effective mentors. This requires a professional staff to ensure that all volunteers are fully vetted and trained before they are matched to a child. Further staff oversight is necessary once the volunteer has been matched to a child to provide guidance and support through the life of the match to both the volunteer and the child’s family. We need adequate funding to pay for a professional staff large enough to supervise all the volunteers on our wait list. We have the volunteers. What we need is the resources to match them to the kids. We firmly believe that with the help of our donors we can transform our community by ensuring that our youth are growing up with positive attention from adults.


 (“The Mentoring Effect: Young People’s Perspectives on the Outcomes and Availability of Mentoring,” a report for MENTOR, January 2014.)  


Thanks to Todd Hedley for helping me wordsmith this article for our annual report.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Road Trippin'


Me 'n Lacey
This is the story of how I ended up throwing clothes in a duffel bag and driving 23 hours to deliver my middle daughter, Lacey, and her Ford Mustang to a summer internship last weekend.

Conversation sometime in early April 2014 at dinner with the extended family:

Lacey: I got a summer internship!
Everyone: Yay! 
Me: Where is it? 
Everyone: Yay! 
Me: Where is that?
Lacey: Somewhere in California. 
Everyone: Yay!
Me: (Googling) When is this going to happen? 
Lacey: For 4 months! 
Everyone: Yay! 
Me: When is that, exactly?
Lacey: I'll let you know the details when I have them, Momma!
Everyone:  Yay!

The picture below may or may not be a picture of the family dinner at which this or the next relevant  conversation took place.




Later conversation in April:

My Mom, to me: You should drive Lacey to California! 
Me and Lacey: Road Trip!
Everyone: Yay!
Me: When would this trip occur, exactly? 
Lacey: I should know soon, Momma!

Early May 2014, texts and phone calls summary conversation:

Me: So are we driving to California? 
Lacey: I'm close to working out the details!

Mother's Day weekend extended family celebration:

Lacey: So we're driving to California next weekend! 
Everyone: Yay! 
Me: Uh.........

After I got over being really mad at Lacey for not communicating more effectively about this trip to me, luckily I found a somewhat decently priced one-way ticket that would get me back home from San Luis Obispo, California, (apparently the closest airport, with flights for purchase) to Santa Maria, California, where Lacey would be interning from May to September 2014, the summer between her junior and senior year of college. 

Next up, an abbreviated week of work in which I am totally distracted by the fact that I am about to get on the road for roughly 1,400 miles and drive through 4 states.  (Right?  I'm thinking it's four states: Texas, California and two in between, right, right?....!).

The Wednesday night before the trip:  Spurs Win!!  This is important in and of itself, but also because this means that Lacey can go get a free oil change the next morning and I can get free coffee.  How freaking cool is our #cityontherise?  Never mind the fact that neither of us manage to take advantage of this opportunity.  Hundreds of others are smarter than we are.

Thursday night I am the keynote speaker at a dinner for one of our Big Brothers Big Sisters business partners.  Lacey is texting me that she is totally getting ready for the trip the next morning. I am glad one of us is ready.

Friday morning, I leave for a quick meeting with the San Antonio Non Profit Council about how to combat the constraints placed on non profit organizations, like overhead (this is an AWESOME POST, especially if you are a non profit constituent), and then it's home to quickly pack a bag.   

At this point I think it's time to point out that my only "plan" for the trip is this:

Friday - drive to Phoenix (12-13 hours)
Saturday - drive to Santa Maria (8-9 hours)
Sunday - fly home to San Antonio(4-6 hours with lay-over)

It's also probably fair to say that my "plan" was concocted after consulting Google for about 5 minutes over the course of the week before, usually right before I crashed into bed, after a long day at work.

So, anyway, I get home from my meeting on Friday morning, pack a quick bag-- which Lacey squashes into the car amidst all the stuff she is taking to California for her 4 month summer internship, (Lacey: "uh, let me see if I can fit this in..."), and off we go!

About 30 minutes into the drive we have decided to live tweet our journey with the hashtag #TrektoCali14 and have posted our first tweets.

Three hours later I am bored out of my mind: 


Thankfully, music helps us push through, and on and on.  Early on Lacey puts on the soundtrack to Rent,  a major favorite of both of ours. #happiness

Despite the fact that this is not my first rodeo (read: car trip across west Texas), I wasn't quite sure about the route, but it turns out that there ARE four states to go through (I totally paid attention in geography).  Texas, of course, goes on forever to El Paso, but we finally cross over into New Mexico and Arizona.  The major differences between the topography of west Texas, and that of New Mexico and Arizona lie in the speed limit signs, which say 80 in west Texas and less so in New Mexico and Arizona.

Damn Them!

For the most part, things looked like this on the drive to the Pacific: 

Wind farms, cacti and higher gas prices. 

Sleepily, (on my part, cause Lacey took us into the last hours of our first day's drive, which was over 13 hours) we arrived in Phoenix and stopped for the night at a hotel which I have totally forgotten the name of.  I could look it up in my phone, but I don't care.  All I know is we slept there and got up the next morning to meet Phoenix family members, Joyce and Trevor Donaldson, for breakfast at CrackerBarrel where I had a lovely ham and cheese omelet.  :)

Later that day we approached Los Angeles (dant-dant-dum!):


It took us 2 hours to get through LA.  LA sucks.

After LA, though, the drive started to get more interesting.  After consulting many maps and apps (we pause here for a moment to promote an app we now LOVE called iExit - download it before your next trip so you don't find yourself stranded in the desert, not that we did, really we didn't, but we could have...), we decided to drive up highway 1 through Malibu - the "scenic route" and oh, yes, yes it was.  We had reached the lovely Pacific coast.


Lacey on the Pacific Coast

I think from that moment on I relaxed and the trip became more of a vacation than a chore.  :)  However, Lacey and I arrived in Santa Maria to find that all the major hotels were booked for the night. Somehow though, the historic Santa Maria Inn had a room left unbooked.  ;p

Me at the historic Santa Maria Inn

We had a lovely dinner and went to sleep after making plans for all the things we wanted to do the next day before my plane left at 4 pm, which included the hot-tub-spa the next morning.    

The chlorine was killing our eyes but omg it felt good.

We decided right here that there was no way I was gonna be on that 4 pm Sunday flight.  Over $300 later, I had a new flight for Monday and it was worth every penny. :D

The rest of the trip follows in pictures.

Looking up at our hotel

Me on the beach

Lacey contemplating life

Lacey at sunset

The Pacific coast, so very different form the Eastern coast...

Early morning

Our favorite hotel, Cottage by the Sea Inn

A hotel view
Lovely

Here is where Lacey will be spending time at home at at school for the summer:  



Here is a picture I posted on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter: 

Me:  Ahhhh
Everyone:  Like!

I am planning to fly back sometime in August with Zoe before school starts.  As much as I loved the 23 hour (24!? we are not exactly sure) trip out there, bonding with my lovely Lacey, I think I am going to have to let her sister, or her granddad bring her back.  I am afraid that if I drive out there again, I might not ever make it back.  #paradise
 

Monday, April 28, 2014

Education is My Super Power



This morning I attended a press conference to kick off College Week in San Antonio.  About 25 adorably proud students from Briscoe Academy stood up straight and tall, all dressed in their college t-shirts behind the Mayor while he read aloud a proclamation for the week ahead.  The Superintendent of San Antonio Independent School District was also there and he talked about how every kid can go to college, but they have to be told that the opportunity awaits them.  They need to hear it from the supportive adults in their lives. 
Unfortunately, though, so many youth today are growing up without positive one-to-one support and guidance from adults.  We all know that this is exactly what they need in order to reach adulthood successfully, but it's by no means a given.  Every successful adult can identify the role models and mentors who helped him or her navigate the challenges of childhood, but every prisoner can describe the lack of positive role models or worse, a surfeit of bad role models in their lives.  Without this critical adult support, youth fall prey to destructive cycles of poverty, failure, abuse, neglect, teen pregnancy, gang violence, substance abuse, truancy and  juvenile delinquency. As I have written about in the past, I'm lucky to work for an organization that helps fill the gap; having a Big Brother or Big Sister has been proven in volumes of research to stop these cycles. 
A report released in January 2014 by MENTOR, an organization dedicated to closing the mentoring  gap for our nation's youth, revealed that there are an estimated 9 million at-risk youth who will reach the age of 19 without ever having had a mentor (formal or informal).  The report also reveals that these youth are far less likely than their mentored counterparts to get the support they need to succeed in school and aspire to higher education.  In contrast, surveys of youth mentored in the Big Brothers Big Sisters of South Texas program in 2003 show that: 
·         93% of students expect to graduate from high school, and
·         85% of students plan to attend college
These results are what spur our organizational leadership to grow the BBBS mentoring program to the point that every student who needs or wants a Big Brother or Big Sister is able to get one, immediately.

When I graduated high school I knew I wanted to go to college but I had no idea how to make it all happen.  I ended up taking it, literally, one class at a time (often 1 class a semester or less) and I managed to graduate, albeit on the 10 year plan.  This week I am really looking forward to the 4th annual College Week during which hundreds if not thousands of elementary, middle and high school students in my community will learn more about college and how to get there than I ever did in school!  You can show your support by joining in each day's activities and events found on the Destination College website.  And don't forget the following:    

  • Monday - Wear your Sunglasses, cause your future's so bright
  • Tuesday - Silly sock day
  • Wednesday - Hat's off to Education
  • Thursday - Dress for Success in a Tie
  • Friday - College T-shirt Day

On my way out of the press conference this morning I saw this bulletin board and I had to snap a quick picture because isn't it the truth!? 



Wednesday, April 9, 2014

The Most I Can Do

Update: The Blood Drive is being rescheduled.   TBA

I bet there are a lot of people out there who know that you have to wait 12 months after getting a tattoo before you can donate blood, but did you know that if you lived in England for more than 3 months between 1980 and 1996 you can never donate blood in the US, ever again?!  Apparently, my adventure in the UK in the late 80's/early 90's was an adventure with a strange consequence.

Donate
The last time I remember being able to donate blood was in Oklahoma City after the Murrah Federal building was bombed by Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols.  This was in 1995, about 4 years after I returned to the States.  The first time I remember being told I was prohibited from donating blood was in 2001 when the YMCA had a blood drive across the street from my job in San Antonio.  My co-workers and I trooped over at lunch-time ready to do the least we could do for people in need of a blood transfusion.

But no.

At that time there was no tell-tale form you had to fill out asking about your travels (that would come later).  I was merely asked if I had traveled outside the US, and if so, where.  I replied that I lived in England from 1988 - 1991.  A nice technician told me that I couldn't donate blood "at this time" because of "mad cow disease."  I asked for details but they told me to "check back later."  I was disappointed, but although I told myself I would look into it (omg, did I have a disease related to a mad cow?!  hahaha, of course not), in the face of the many demands on my time, I forgot.

I did have a very dim memory of some problem in England with cows not being able to stand up and dying in droves.  My distant recollection kinda registered the fact that this had adversely affected the beef industry in England.  I was not concerned:  "English food really pretty much sucks and the beef couldn't get much worse," I thought.  This is why on Friday night when you are deciding where to go for dinner you consider the following:  Italian, Greek, Mexican, Thai, Chinese, Mongolian, even French (San Antonians, think La Madeline), but you rarely say, "Let's go get some English food!"  Right?  There is a reason.  Take a look:

This is what makes this mad cow thing so ironic.  Apparently I am a carrier of this thing and I didn't even get to enjoy good food in the process of being infected. I did, however, become an avid, life-long devotee of Indian food while living in England.  The first time I was taken to an Indian restaurant I had Chicken Tikka Masala and I thought my head was going to catch on fire. I think I was 24, but even having grown up in the jalapeno mecca of San Antonio, I was seriously, obviously, sadly, sheltered.

But I digress. 

Let's go back to 2006, the last time I remember trying to donate blood.  I was in Leadership San Antonio (Class 32!) and we made a trip to the South Texas Blood and Tissue Center.  I remember what a fascinating day that was, but even more vividly I remember talking to a staffer there about the possibility of never being able to donate blood again, because of my supposed affliction.  Perhaps I am slow, but I had always thought before that this mad cow crisis was gonna play itself out, like other media-hyped up calamities (bird flu, anthrax, violent video games - you gotta check out this awesome, relevant info-graphic ASAP- sorry to my media friends and daughter.  And I guess, while I am apologizing, sorry to my English friends who have to deal with English food everyday...).  Also - here is a fun trivia fact I heard while I lived in England, no-idea-if-it's-true - but "they said" that the number-1 take-out in England was Indian food but the number-1 take-out in India was fish and chips.  The grass is always greener...wait, no!  Indian food is totally awesome. 

Again, I digress, so I must bring us back to today, 2014, in which Big Brothers Big Sisters is hosting a special blood drive at the El Tropicano Hotel on April 14 to benefit the 5 year old daughter of a Big Brother volunteer.  She has Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia.  When I got the email notifying me of this cause and opportunity, I decided that since I couldn't donate any of my blood (afflicted and contaminated - I'm just sayin'), the least I could do was blog about it.  But really, since my O-positive fluid is so undesirable, it was actually the most I could do to ask everyone else to donate - and help me make up for my deficiency.

Go here to learn more about this opportunity!  And if you're inspired by this post to donate, please let me know.  Cheers, mate!  

I will now officially and enthusiastically blame all of my faults and failings on the mad cow.

peace,
denise


Saturday, March 22, 2014

What Was I Thinking?

Eight days ago we celebrated my oldest daughter's 26th birthday, and I wrote a post about how she reacted at age 13 to the news I was unexpectedly pregnant with my youngest daughter, Zoe.  She asked me "what was I thinking?"  What a fun day that was.  :)  Being unexpectedly pregnant, I'm sure I was thinking all kinds of things, but whatever they were, how happy I am now to have had Zoe Jean, who turns 12 years old today!  Happy Birthday, Zoe, my Rainbow Baby Bird!  How much joy you have brought us through the years: 

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Friday, March 14, 2014

Feeding An Over Achiever


My first-born, Ariel Marie, reporter
 (this photo is either from her days at the "Trinitonian" or the
"San Antonio Express News," which overlap)

Way back in the fall of 2001 my then-husband and I sat down in the living room of our house to tell our two daughters that we were expecting.  We had cautiously waited a while to share the news after losing a baby 5 months in a few years before.  We blindly, stupidly, thought our 9 and 13 year old children would be thrilled, and Lacey, the ever- effervescent youngest but soon to be middle child of joy was all smiles.

Ariel was, as always, more, thoughtful. Her reaction to the news is one of the defining moments of my life.  She looked daggers at me and her father and said, "What were you thinking?!"

I was speechless, which is saying a lot. 

I know every mother says this, but Ariel Marie was an amazing baby.  Really having nothing to compare her to as a young 22 year old first time mother, I just thought she was pretty freaking high maintenance.  I remember watching the movie "Short Circuit" when Ariel was about 18 months old and thinking how much she and "Number 5" had in common.

"Input.  Input," said Number 5.
"More information, more stimulation," demanded toddler Ariel.

She seriously wore me out.  And I was young.  Toys were objects she inspected for merely minutes before being cast aside in favor of anything else new and interesting.  Everything, of course, was interesting to her but literally only for minutes. I spent 4 years providing constant input for this kid --when she was awake.  Thank God she was a good sleeper.  I read her every book we had, bought her as many more as we could afford and then read them all to her 1000 times again.  By age 3 she could read them to me.

I have no idea why I felt so compelled to feed this uncontrollable, relentless demand for input.  I was pretty young and self absorbed.  Call it a youthful, energetic, maternal instinct but whatever it was, it had to be done. And how incredibly rewarding it was, and so satisfying!  In went information and out came a phenomenal growing intelligence that was a joy to behold.  Again, having no comparison, I took it for granted that I had this over-achieving, genius child.

After Ariel was born I thought I was done with having kids.  Pregnancy sucked.  The lack of sleep, hallucinatory-infancy-stage sucked even more.  I gained 80 pounds when I was pregnant with Ariel but lost 100 pounds during the toddler years chasing after her in that never-ending quest for input. In more ways than one I felt like I was disappearing.  But one day I woke up with the life-changing thought that Ariel needed a sibling. Like any dumb young person who makes such momentous decisions in isolation of any real life experience, it was reckless.  But how lucky we were to have Lacey Allison, born 5 years after Ariel. 

Core to our family lore is that "we had Lacey for Ariel," and Lacey knows to whom she belongs. For most of their lives they have been irresistibly connected.  In June, when she turns 21, I will write about Lacey, our "Bunny."  About how loving she was from her first moment, how sweet, how clingy, how chill.  I was amazed again, but in a completely different way.  A child who wanted to sleep with the same toy every night night.  A child who was afraid to venture too far from keeping me in her line of sight.  How delightful!  No more missing child police alerts in the mall!  Oh thank you, Bunny! 

When Lacey was born Ariel was 5, and the 3 months between Lacey's very interesting arrival and the beginning of Kinder for Ariel were fast and furious. There was really no time for Ariel to get bored or jealous before she embarked on the new adventure of school.

The same thing happened when our third child, Zoe, was born in 2002 when Ariel was in the 8th grade.  The summer between Zoe being born ("What was I thinking?!") and Ariel starting high school were, again, fast and furious.  I felt secure, a second time, that this genius child, was adequately cared for, and catered to in school.   

School was created for kids like Ariel who soak up every bit of information, and who are a delight to their teachers.  Who never have to study for tests and whose homework always seems to be done, before you even ask.  Who sing in the choir, attain belt after belt in karate, join the debate club, make informed, steadfast decisions to become teenaged vegetarians, who decide to make an in depth study of all the major religions in high school, who read more books than their mothers and who edit the school newspaper. 

Ariel proceeded to blow away every test she's ever taken, effortlessly graduate from Trinity University with dual degrees in English and Communications and obtain a job as a reporter with the South Florida Sun Sentinel less than 6 months after college graduation in 2010.

Today Ariel turns 26 and I could not be more proud of her. I could practically burst from it!  So many of my dreams for her have come true and I am so happy for her. I'm a little sad that I don't get to see her on her birthday, because she lives so far away.  Another defining moment in my life was the day she came to the house to tell me that news:

Ariel:  "Mom, I'm moving to Florida."
Me:  "Ha ha, that's funny." 
Ariel:  "No really, I am.  The Sun Sentinel has offered me a job."
Me: Gulp.

That was the day I really understood that my kids wouldn't always be with me.  A few weeks after that conversation, she loaded up her u-haul, hooked her car up to its bumper and drove 1,400 miles away.  Since then she has settled into South Florida.  She's been 3 years on the job and lives in an apartment that's a few short blocks from the beach with her boyfriend, who appears to be a nice guy (his life's dream is to become a prosecutor and put bad guys away.)  She has also become very active in the Live Action Role Play (LARP) community. 

I look at Ariel through the lens of a proud mother who is happy when her child has turned out so well.  I think of her getting up in the morning and getting ready for work, making coffee, or grabbing it on the way, sitting at her desk at work or staying late at school board meetings she is covering.  I think about her grocery shopping with Eddie or ordering take out.  I think about her getting into costume for a LARP event.  My lens tells me how lucky we are, both of us, because, I know, especially in my line of work, that it doesn't always end up this way.

Outside of my lens, though, that happy story is in a different place.  Apparently not all of Ariel's dreams for herself have come true, and she is not exactly content. I should have known.  She is still Number 5 looking for that next better thing.  I have spent hours on the phone with her listening to her tell me that she is bored and/or "is getting older and hasn't accomplished anything!" It doesn't help that her father is pushing her to "get out of that loser career" (journalism) and leave that "freeloader boyfriend" (he is in law school and living with Ariel but supporting himself with student loans).  It's no wonder she often lacks confidence in herself and her decisions.

So, since Ariel still needs input, I've decided that I am going to send her Confidence for her birthday this year (and an Amazon gift card, of course), and I would ask that all our friends and family please join me in this endeavor - all your have to do is tell Ariel how amazing she is (if you know her, which I'm assuming anyone who reads this probably does).  Should you choose to embark on this mission here are some of the ways that you can tell her how amazing she is:
  • When I post this to FB - tell her in the comments how she is amazing (I will have tagged her in the post); she rarely goes on FB but I will send everyone's comments to her or entice her there
  • When I tweet this post, tweet her back that she is amazing (I will have tagged her twitter handle); she has been tweeting lately so this is a winner if you're a tweep
  • Text her (she probably wont reply though)
  • Call her (she never answers the phone but you could leave a message)
  • (I didn't say she was an amazing communicator even if she is a Communications major)
Ariel is pretty critical of her work, but she did tell me she felt good about this article she wrote last month if anyone is interested in the goings-on in Broward County Florida. 

One of my favorite pictures of Ariel, more here