Elizabeth Channel is our final blogger for 31 Days of Make Believe! When I asked her about her online name, she said, “I took the name “Three Channels” for my site because I have three children, which are each on their own unique channel and therefore require me to be on three different channels at once! Three Channels also alludes to my interest in writing humor, stories with a theme of Christian inspiration, and tales of dealing with a special needs child–and sometimes combining all three. I am also drawn to the concept of three channels because it serves as an allusion to the Trinity—Father, Son & Holy Spirit.”
She also told me that the name “Elizabeth” is her middle name in “real life,” and Channel was a natural last name.
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Elizabeth has a fantastic blog called Three Channels. It’s best to let her tell you about it. “I’m a quirky Christian, “accidental” homeschool mom with three small children, one of which is a gifted child with sensory processing and attention issues. Right now we are in the middle of what feels like “diagnosis roulette,” and while that is at times quite painful and trying, it can also be ridiculously funny. I write about various therapies we are involved with, including Interactive Metronome and the Gluten-Free/Casein-Free diet. I also try to find the humor in the theatre-of-the-absurd that is simply life with small children. Let’s face it. Life is ridiculously funny. And God is the author and perfector of humour, just as He is of our faith.
“On a slightly more serious note, and I try to step back and see how my life fits within the larger story God is writing. I also occasionally blog at my husband’s site. This blog’s sole aim is to chronicle how the children and I are slowly, but effectively, rendering a 2005 Chrysler Town & Country minivan uninhabitable. Readers are welcome to submit photographs of their own cars, SUVs, or vans in various states of disarray and filth, and have them posted within a vanpan story. They can then receive a keen button lauding them as a “vanpan fan!” I enjoy being dramatic.”
*Now for the Make Believe Part*
What did you always want to be when you grew up as a kid? Why?
At the age of 5, I won first place in my elementary school’s talent show, singing “Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog.” Ever since then I wanted to be a singer. I tried out for Opryland at age 15 – so far this dream has not caught fire…
What is your favorite fairy tale and why?
The Emperor’s New Clothes is my current favorite because it speaks to our American culture’s desire to fit in and be accepted no matter what the price. I firmly believe many Americans are exhausted by our culture and dissatisfied with the unrealistic expectations created by changes in our culture. I feel like “busy-ness” is robbing us of the joy and peace we could enjoy. Just like the emperor who was always striving for the latest and greatest, we too, move forward at a frenzied pace, thereby missing the greatest blessings of all.
It is the night of the big ball. The one you are destined to marry is among the crowd, so you’ve dressed your best. Describe your outfit.
I’m wearing a v-necked white tee, not too long but long enough, and faded jeans with brown and black snakeskin clogs. Yet near my collarbone is a tiny, jeweled frog pin with garnet eyes given to me by my grandmother. This is the way my prince will know it’s me.
Your life has been selected to be featured in an upcoming fairy tale style movie. What is the title and premise?
“Elizabeth in Boots”
A 40-something mother of 3 finds a pair of rare boots worn by the Dred Pirate Robert in a thrift store, has them authenticated by a local historian and is able to sell them on Ebay for $120,000.
You need to be rescued. Where are you and what is going on around you? Describe the scene as your hero approaches.
My hero opens the kitchen door, waltzes across the mud-encrusted tile with magic marker lines deeply embedded in the unsealed grout. Three children with blue magic marker slathered over their faces dance about the kitchen, their hair slicked into spikes with excessively-expensive Aveeda hair mousse. “We don’t like asparagus. We don’t like asparagus. We don’t like asparagus. Shoot the bad asparagus!” these warriors chant over and over and over.
I lie in a heap on the floor, my head covered in several soiled linen dishtowels—gifts from my mother-in-law to be cherished, ironed and used when hand-washing fine china. If I ever get to a point where I am able to actually use fine china, I guess I’ll thrill to these linen clothes; now I simply use them to wipe up smashed grapes and spilled apple juice.
My hero whisks me up from the dried Cheerio crumbs and embedded craisins, carries me to the van where he takes me away to a mountain top hike…complete solitude and silence…where I can actually think…