Friday, December 18, 2009
Tonight, Daddy was the object of her affection. To the untrained eye, it may have looked like squiggly lines, but when translated by Sophia it said: I love you Daddy. I hope you have a great day. I am your wedding girl and you are my king.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Recently, I was reflecting on the whole Christmas card writing project while admiring how beautiful everyone’s pictures were in the cards that I had already received. I was thinking about how perfect everything looks, but how imperfect life really is. Babies scream in their car seats, mommies loose their patience, school projects consume weekends, houses need to be cleaned and decorated, cars break down, presents need to be bought and wrapped, and kids get sick all while trying to deck the halls and jingle the bells. The Christmas pictures don’t really capture all that.
But, then my mind wandered to the Nativity picture we see. The night always looks serene and quiet and calm. Everything seems perfect. If we look deeper we might see that Mary, even being “full of grace,” really hadn’t wanted her son to be born in a stable with animals eating the hay He was sleeping in. She might also have thought of resting in her ninth month, not riding miles on a donkey. She also probably hoped to wrap her child in clean linens, not rags. I bet Joseph did not envision his poor wife delivering her baby in a stable, either.
To me it might seem imperfect, but I guess that’s where the irony is. That is how God ordained it all. That is how God chose for His Son to enter this world. In simplicity and humility. What seems imperfect to me, was actually the manifestation of perfection. In my life of imperfections, I think God is trying to show me that He takes our simple gifts and makes them perfect. He takes our hard work and effort and transforms them into something beautiful. Being refined in the fire of my family life is what is perfect. In the end, the perfect pictures remind me of the love which, with God’s grace, can be made perfect.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her make little scratching motions on the page. I wondered what she was doing...until I noticed Mary's little bare feet were showing out from under her robes and Sophia was giving her little tickles!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Then Sophia was the clue giver: I am thinking of someone who is really pretty, and smart...and about 4...and who has a "S" in her name.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I picked Josh up early from swim practice where he was razzed a little for leaving early to go pray. One swimmer asked how could he believe in God with all the bad stuff that happens. One really close friend of his decided not to go with him.
When we got to the school, no one was there. We waited in the car and I started to understand that this small act, this decision, was not easy. He was a 14 year old boy, making a stand for Christ in a world, that by and large believes in God, but has a harder time actually saying it. Understanding his uneasiness and kind of wanting to let him off the hook, I gently said, "Just remember Who you are standing up for." We sat for a few minutes and then an upperclassman "saint" came up carrying his guitar. That was all my son, my young man, needed. He said goodbye and was out the door. I watched for a few minutes as the priest came to stand with the kids, so that they wouldn't have to stand alone. I watched as slowly but surely more and more teenagers came to gather, to pray, to stand for Christ. In an instance, I was filled with hope and joy and peace. I caught a glimpse of God melting and molding the future of this country. I was privy to witness sweet, pure faith. I saw the Body of Christ grow stronger and give courage to each of His members. The battles are hard, to be sure. And those beautiful young people will be tried and tested. But we can never forget that the war has already been won.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Sophia behaved nicely, and made us laugh with her versions of "I Spy." Afterwards she wanted a sticker. They were pretty picked over, high volume at the doctor's office these days. She saw a Bob the Builder and she said ok, that'd be fine, "I never saw that, I mean I saw that 5 years ago."
Hmm...just turned 4...ok.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Sophia Rose - 4 months old
Sophia Rose - 4 years old
Happy Birthday my sweet girl! I tease and say that you are so attached to me. The truth is I am totally attached to you! You make us laugh, you help us to grow in patience, you can melt us with your hugs, and you help us to slow life down a little. You have blonde hair!?! It hasn't been easy, but the best things in life never are. I love you and am forever grateful that God allowed me to be your mom! You are my heavenly gift, a blessing to our family!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Sophia and I were talking about using a Kleenex at school when we have nose issues. She said sometimes blowing and wiping do not work. What she really needs to do is "stick my finger in." I said well, what does Mrs. Patti say about that and she replied, "She doesn't know, I hide when I am doing it."
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
She loves putting the envelope in the basket, and Omar tried handing it to her, as a reward for such good behavior. (We are so consistent.) Even if we aren't consistent, she is. Her behavior hadn't changed, she wouldn't take the envelope from him, so Omar just put it in the basket.
Well, for the grand finale, the piece de resistance, when the basket passed her, she decided she wanted it and snatched it right back out of the basket. We were shocked, snatched it right back and put it back in the basket. Of course then the big kids were doing all they could not to crack up. That really helps to minimize bad behavior. Talk about a 3 ring circus at Mass. I am not saying this is good parenting, but sometimes we are shocked into submission.
If you would have asked me 15 years ago, if any of my children would have ever behaved in such away, I would have assured you there was no way in...any child of mine could ever do such a thing. Another fun lesson in humility.
Monday, August 31, 2009
He is hooked on phonics!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Last week we were in a hurry and just scooted out after the final blessing. When we got to the car Sophia said, "We forgot to say hi to that Church Guy!"
I explained to her and she replied, "Didn't you tell me you can get those in your brain?"
I said, "I don't remember saying that."
She said, "Yes, you said you could get crickets in your head."
A light bulb went off and I said, "Do you mean a crick in your neck?"
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I am thinking words like over-protective and helicopter mom might be the buzz at my funeral.
This morning I am sharpening my bear claws and praying for peace as I head to the HS to stand in line with my son to put in a schedule change request form. I actually have a few opinions as to how this could have been more efficient, but I will try save those for next week.
This is usually the time of year that I start weighing the pros and cons of home school versus 1000 student strong public schools.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
"...your light must shine before men so that they may see goodness in your acts and give praise to your heavenly Father." Matt. 5:16
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
You can imagine my relief when I happened to look down to see that some child had turned on the sleep sound machine in my room and it was set on "Summer Nights."
That made me laugh out loud!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
The point is, Katie was saying how she would just hold that baby non stop. She said she loves taking care of newborns and she would do all she could to help.
Josh replied by saying, "Katie, babies only want their moms, because their mom's have that stench."
I looked over at him and said, "I think you mean, scent."
Yesterday, I was trying to leave my mom's house, 3 hours away, so that I could get home by 6, so that I could water the grass, start the laundry from a 3 day visit, get gas, get 2 kids ready for an all day clinic today, get dinner, feed everyone, get baths going, say hello to my husband, and get to bed so that I could be at my part-time job by 8. I had just chatted with the kids about how when you go to someone else's house you want to try to leave it just as you found it. I like for there to be very little evidence that a tornado has just spiraled through the home we are visiting. Well, true to form, the kids did a great job at that, while I bumped into a table that held a beautiful bowl of decorative balls and according to my kids, it sounded like, "Ka-dunk, ka-dunk, ka-dunk, ching...OH, UNBELIEVABLE."
As I watched the bowl tump and fall and all the balls fall out, I thought it was going to make it without breaking, but then, just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the last decorative ball fell off and smashed the glass bowl. Then, I cut myself with glass as I was trying to carefully pick up the pieces and telling the kids, to NOT come upstairs. My step dad came up to help me to vacuum up the slivers when he noticed there were black spots all on the carpet upstairs. After checking the bottom of my shoe, I realized I was tracking a melted crayon through their once immaculate house. So, the impeccable timing part comes as Josh thought this would be a great time time to jump out and try to scare me as I was walking down the stairs. I screamed, jumped into the wall and into another glass sconce thing filled with more decorative balls that wiggled, and jiggled, but THANKS BE TO GOD, stayed on the wall.
Then I got in the car for a 3 hour tour! (And, not to be too dramtic, but 1 hour into the fun, a pebble flew up and hit our front window and left a quarter sized star burst which has now stretched its leg 10 inches down our window!)
Sometimes life is a barrel of fun!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
And it only makes sense that they were searching for..."WAR."
And, by the way, our library has over 7000 entries on "WAR" and they were intent on going line by line until they found the material they were looking for.
Hannah just informed me that she had overheard them looking at a book called "Everyone Dies" earlier. What happened to Thomas the Tank Engine? I think we skipped that phase all together with these two.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Thank you for taking time to walk with me. I am honored.
God bless you.
Where my little story began:
Friday, June 5, 2009
This morning the teenager said: This is the summer for the "Personality Change Reform Movement."
Me: I'll believe it when I see it.
The teenager: Amending the constitution...you know when they do that, it takes a while, it is a process.
I won't hold my breath.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
It has also been quite comical. Tonight was a prime example...
Sophia,"Please bless the people in Heaben, and in hotels, and in bathtubs."
Sunday, May 10, 2009
That is when my mom showed up. She came right in and started doing what she does best, taking care of others. She cooked for us, cleaned for us, held the baby so we could sleep, and told us that she thought we could do it. I was never so sad to say goodbye to my mom as I was at the end of that week. I thought how in the world am I going to do this alone, everyday? That is when the years of love, encouragement, support, and nurturing that I had received from my mom kicked in.
My mom is a great care taker. Every time I make up a cozy couch bed for a child who isn't feeling well, I think of my mom. When I bring homework up to a child who has forgotten it for the 20th time, I think of how many times my mom brought items up to me at school. Even today when we go and visit her, she tries to make sure she has the type of soda we like and waffles the kids like for breakfast.
My mom has always been my number one cheerleader. She has always been cheering me on to do what ever it was that I thought I needed to be doing. She taught me how to be a mother bear. She can be one tough girl when it comes to defending her kids, grand kids, and kids-in-law . She showed us our worth by being willing to stand up to any teacher, administrator, or any other authority figure that she thought had treated us unfairly. She has always supported me . She has come to my aide a number of times when I've called her and asked her to drop everything to come and help me. She also spent years attending to the details of our lives by making sure we were signed up for CCD, and dance, and baseball, and swimming lessons, and softball, and boy scouts, and girl scouts. She made sure that our family did fun stuff like go camping, and to the movies, and to Disney World. She made every birthday so special and continues to carry that tradition on for her grand kids.
Mom, you have been such a wonderful example of what a loving and caring mom should be. I am grateful for you and I treasure you. God bless you! I love you!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Once we came back outside, she saw the bird was still lying on the ground, and she said, "I guess the bird is still dead."
I guess so.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Omar - Long living (I better be nice to him, because I guess he's sticking around for a while.)
Joshua - God is Salvation
Katherine - Pure One
Hannah - Full of GraceLuke - Light
Sophia - Wisdom
Next to their names, I am going to write down one thing about them that I am thankful for. I am going to try to focus on who they are, what they do, what a joy they are instead of who they are not, what they don't do, and how they are annoying me. This is the time, right now, to grow. This is the time to be refined in the fire of my family life. This is the time to be the mother that I want to be.
Archery Instructor: "Clear to the left, clear to the right...fire at will."
Hannah: "Who's Will?"
Archery Instructor: "Clear to the left, clear to the right...fire at will."
Hannah and Girl Scout friend: "Who's Will?"
Archery Instructor: "Clear to the left, clear to the right...fire when ready."
Hannah and friend, "Ahh."
He said he had heard that joke once or twice before.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
One of the funniest parts of the experience for me was at lights out. The 8 moms were sleeping on the bottom bunks and the 8 girls were on the top bunks. Our troop leader was on an air mattress in the center of our cabin. Lights were out at about 10, but that was only the overhead light. Once that light went out, all of those 8 girls on the top bunks remembered that they each had flashlights and our cabin was turned into a disco. It was really cute.
The only problem with this weekend was that Omar was working on Saturday, so I wasn't sure what to to with the other 4 kids! Of course Luke was also throwing up and Sophia seemed to be getting a cold, and there were 2 soccer games that needed to be gotten to and cheered at. Grame drove 3 hours and rescued us! What a relief! Instead of me worrying about who would care for the other kids, I was able just to focus on having fun with Hannah! It was a very rainy weekend so, instead of soccer, Grame even treated the kids to a 3-D movie at the real movie theater and Chick-fil-a for lunch! The kids were on cloud 9! Thank you so much Grame! We really appreciate your help!
Sadly, I am not able to upload pics right now, but as soon as I am able to again, I will show pics of cute Hannah at camp and Grame with the kids!
All of a sudden my 7 year old nephew piped up from the back of the van and dejectedly said, "There is no fruit in middle school?!? AHH, I really like fruit."
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
He responded, very dryly, "Well I maybe taller, but I probably weigh the same as I did back then."
I keep reminding him, it is a blessing to be able to eat 15 cookies and not gain a pound!
This morning Sophia had a follow up appointment with her endocrinologist. She had to have 4 vials of blood drawn from her tiny little arm. I opted for the nurse to put some numbing gel on her arm first, thinking that I didn't want her to have a traumatic experience at the doctor at 3 1/2 years old. Those types of experiences tend to stick with a person. Well, I am wondering if just getting it over with would have been better than pulling off the huge band aids that had covered the numbing cream. Her skin is so sensitive, she can barely handle the tags in her clothes. Pulling off band aids was not a good way to start her lab experience. I did the first one slow and the second one fast, neither way was OK. Then came the poke. The lab tech was so great, couldn't have been better. But, Sophia would calm down, and then look down and see the needle and it would all start again.
So...traumatic it was. She seemed so hurt by the whole experience. I asked her if it was painful, or if she was just scared. She said that she was scared and that it hurt her arm a lot. All day she just held her sore arm. She will be OK. The lab work was necessary. Sometimes in life, we have to go through painful stuff. That's why God gave us family and friends, so that we don't have to suffer alone. Even though it really breaks my heart when I have to participate in holding my child down for a medical procedure, I will do it. It is my job to be there with my kids when they hurt. Even when my heart breaks because they are suffering, it is my job to be strong. They need to know that it will be OK. Sometimes I fail at hiding my worry, buy I pray to God I never fail at being there for them.
If you want it, here is a lot of background history...My little Sophia is just that, really little. She was born weighing in at 8 lbs. 11 ounces, but that was the last time she was considered big. There were times when she was even border line "failure to thrive" because she just could not gain weight. She was incredibly hard to console as an infant. About 5 months into her little life, I finally convinced her doctor to test her for reflux, which she had, and which she continued to be medicated for almost until her 3rd b-day. She has always just been a hard nut to crack. As a newborn she was checked for a heart murmur, turned out to be "innocent," (which is just the sound, not actually a hole), her soft spot didn't fully close until almost 3, and before her 1st birthday, I sometimes worried that the light was on but that she wasn't home. She didn't seem to always be connecting with me. She even went through a weird, super scary time from 12-16 months, when about 15 times a day, she would do this startle type shudder with her eyes rolling back. (That, by the way, miraculously healed after we went to Disney World, and visited Our Lady of the Universe Shrine in Orlando,FL! It just went away! The neurologist said that it could have been some weird virus. Virus or not, I truly believe that Mary, my Mother, the Mother of God, interceded on my baby's behalf.) She has had terrible allergic reactions to Omnicef and Amoxicillin, so her antibiotic choices are really limited. She has seen a cardiologist, endocrinologist, neurologist, geneticist, and a gastroenterologist. But thank God, it has all worked itself out. She just doesn't fall in the "normal" range. She is bright and able and strong, even if she is very petite. I have to keep having her checked because the doctors want to make sure that she keeps growing, even if just a little at a time. I keep thanking God that she is OK.
I think about the parents whose children aren't OK. How they must suffer watching their children suffer. That seems like too big of a cross to carry. I pray that those parents can know that Jesus is there to help them carry their cross. Our priest recently talked about compassion. He said that Jesus was full of compassion. "Passion" means to suffer and "com" means with. So He suffers with us. On the road to Calvary and dying on the cross He suffered with us, so that we would never have to suffer alone. Our loving God, not only took upon the sins of the world, but also the suffering of mankind. There is nothing that we have to go through, that He doesn't uniquely understand. He came down to suffer and die so that we might live. So, I will accept the small sufferings that I am offered, and I will try to help my kids realize and understand that their is no way to avoid suffering. Somehow though, we can offer our sufferings up to God and ask Him to bring us, and others around us, grace through it. Just as the greatest of all grace, salvation, was brought to us by our Savior's most compassionate offering, Himself.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
It makes me laugh. I never know what is going to come out of his mouth.
The other day was no exception. He was trying to find a place to do his 20 minutes of reading when I heard him say, "I am looking for some place that is quiet, peaceful...and deadly."
Last night she changed the music in Joshua's alarm so that he would wake up to Katie singing "Tennessee Christmas" instead of his normal wake up call. Then she told me, "Don't worry Mom, the joke I pulled on you isn't that bad." But that is all she would say.
I have yet to find it. I did cautiously turn on the kitchen sink because a few years ago, Josh had taped the trigger on the vegetable sprayer down, so when I turned on the faucet water sprayed me in the face and the wall behind me.
I just love April Fool's Day.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Sophia softly responded, "Mom, your voice is kind of rude."
Out of the mouths of babes.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
What Sr. Lynn wrote to me was so encouraging and so inspirational, I wanted to share it with you in hopes that if you are going through a "fiery" time in your life, that her words could also give you comfort.
From Sr. Lynn:
I have been doing a study on the book of Daniel this Lent. The teacher
drew this example about the three men who were thrown in the furnace. She
said that all of us face fiery trials and that there can be three outcomes
1) God can deliver us from the fire - I know this is what you would hope for Anna -
that she goes for surgery and the doctors say the aneurysm has disappeared
completely and she is healed. When we are delivered from the fire our
faith is built. Our trust in God's awesome strength is built up.
2) God can deliver us through the fire. We can pray that Anna will go through surgery and that all goes well or even if recovery is difficult that she will make it
through. When we are delivered through the fire our faith is refined.
We come to know God more intimately through our suffering and our faith is more
3) And lastly we can be delivered from the fire straight into God's
arms. While we beg God that this not be the outcome for Anna and her
family, through this kind of deliverance our faith is perfected as we come to
see God face to face.
I am praying that God will show Himself mighty and that Anna will come through this fire like the three young men in the book of Daniel of whom it was written: "When the satraps, prefects, governors, and nobles of the king came together, they saw that the fire had had no power over the bodies of these men; not a hair of their heads had been singed, nor were their garments altered; there was not even a smell of fire about them." Daniel 3:94
You can visit her order's website at: http://www.benedictinesisters.org/
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
If you're really lucky though, your heart may be open just enough for God to pour in the grace to allow you to soak in the moment and just smile knowing what a lucky girl you are to have such a lovely shopping companion in your life. God may even remind you that there will be a time when your shopping cart will not be overflowing with gallons of milk, boxes of cereal, loaves of bread, juice boxes, and snacks for snack duty at Saturday's game.
I reminded her that we don't get out of bed unless there is any emergency. If she needs anything else, she should call me.
She said, "Only get out if there is a fire..."
I said, "Yes, of course."
She said, "Or if I'm bored..."
I said, "No."
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
But here is a cute item sans a pic:
Sophia was drawing on some paper this morning and told me that it was a letter to me. She continued on "writing" and then I overheard what she was composing:
I hope you not throw dis away eber, eber.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
I started seriously contemplating giving Dr.Pepper up for Lent this year a few weeks ago. I didn't think I'd be able to do it, so I started telling people that I was going to do it. I think a lot of sacrificial stuff should stay private, but I knew that if I wasn't held accountable it wouldn't happen. I especially had to tell my kids so that failing wouldn't and couldn't be an option. God is good, and just by sharing with a few people, He encouraged me through their words. My new brother-in-law shared that when we think we can't do it, aren't we saying that we think God can't give us the power to do it? That was powerful, don't I think God created the world, certainly He can give me the courage and strength to let this go. Also, our Deacon at church said when we give something up it is hard, but that is how we grow. He said Lent is like Winter for our soul, but when Lent is over and we rejoice on Easter Sunday, we will have Spring on the Earth and in our souls!
So the Ash Wednesday headache that stretched into Thursday is better. I still am craving a Dr. Pepper and I'm not saying that on Easter Sunday I won't rejoice with a refreshing "cold one!" But for now, God is helping me and it is good.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
When I removed the ponytail holder, I discovered that we had been holding Cinderella prisoner.
My friends and I laugh sometimes at how the slope can become a little slippery. I didn't let Josh watch any Disney but Bambi (and I fast forwarded through the Mother Deer dying scene) or Pooh (and I fast forwarded through the heffalumps and woosles nightmare) until he was 5 or so. Even then, it was very guarded with a lot of fast forwarding. On the other hand, some of Hannah's first words were "Dart Bader," and Sophia has seen more "Suite Life of Zach and Cody" than I care to mention.
Still, the other day when Sophia (3) said, "Mom, I don't need to go to Target with you, I can stay home by myself," I am glad that I didn't pause too long before saying, "Not yet honey, wait a few years."
Friday, January 30, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Stay tuned for the promised update on Luke and Hannah and for adorable flower girl pics of Sophia. She was the perfect angel at her Aunt's wedding!!! See, I can say nice things too! ;)
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Today she got time out at school. Not one of my other children has EVER been in trouble at school. They don't even move their clips to yellow. Once, in 2nd grade, Hannah had to write a note other than a green smiley face on her behavior chart, but it was because her whole side of the lunch table got a group punishment. I think Josh and Katie maybe had to do the equivalent of clip moving 1 or 2 times in their whole elementary careers. Luke may be chatty at school, but he only needs to be told once by his beautiful, funny, sweet long blond haired teacher to be quiet; he would never want to disappoint Mom, Dad, or Mrs. Z. Somewhere we failed to put the fear of God and her parents in Sophia.
She was tired, even falling asleep on the way to pre-school. I knew it was a recipe for disaster. The only reason I even made her go was because I had actually made commitments to volunteer at the elementary and middle schools today. She cried as I left, but quieted down literally 30 seconds after the door closed. I thought all was well, but when I picked her up, the teacher said, "We had some behavior issues today."
After a talk about where paint does and doesn't belong, Sophia decided to paint on the girl sitting next to her. The teacher even said it seemed defiant!! She also pushed someone who had a toy she wanted. My kid was "that kid" today. "That kid" that paints on other kids and pushes them when she is mad.
I love humble pie.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Norma McCorvey (also know as Jane Roe in the Roe vs. Wade case that legalized abortion in this country) never actually had an abortion. She has come to the realization that her case has been the cause of millions of babies' deaths over the last 36 years. She has had a change of heart, she has turned to Christ. You can hear some of her testimony here:
There is more danger for the unborn babies on the horizon. Former President Bush signed a ban on FOCA (the Freedom of Choice Act). President Obama has said that he will try to overturn this ban. FOCA is very scary. It basically takes away every restriction that individual states have put on abortion including parental notification and the ban on partial birth abortion. Please take a moment to learn more about it here http://www.fightfoca.com/
No matter where you stand on abortion, most of us will agree that anytime for any reason, is not ok. If you feel so compelled, you may even choose to sign the petition to let President Obama know that we are a nation of peace. We value the lives of all our people, especially those most innocent, vulnerable, and those that cannot speak for themselves.
Monday, January 19, 2009
My sweet Katie has the kind of laugh that is contagious. She gets the giggles easily and they get loud quickly. She really enjoys life and shares that exuberance. It is one of the things that I loved ( and still love) about my college roommate; the ability to let out a laugh so easily. As the mom of a free flowing laugh-er, it can be a little less enjoyable and I find myself asking her to take it down a notch frequently.
When I think about it though, I love people that laugh easily and often. I love to be around them and their energy makes me happy. I guess really I am super blessed to have these two giggle boxes in my home, and in my car, and in the church pew with me, and at the doctor's office with me. Is there anything better than hearing another person laugh? It really is the best medicine.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
My sweet, adorable, and loving 87 year old Nee Nee in entering a very painful season of her life right now as she suffers with Alzheimer's Disease. As I am witnessing first hand, this is a merciless disease. She gets lost in time. People and events in her life seem to blur as her past and present mingle in front of her. Then, she has great moments of coherence and is completely aware of all that is here and now. Watching her struggle is painful. I know it is even more so for my aunt and my father. She has never been one to complain and even now will say, "I am glad I can still get around. My mind is gone, but at least I can still get up and get my coffee." I think if she could, she would remind us to be thankful for what we have. Be thankful that I have had my grandmother as an important part of my life for all of these years. Be thankful that my children have known and spent time with their great-grandmother. Be thankful that my children are getting a lesson in loving and caring for their elders. Be thankful that we get the opportunity to serve her, just as she has tirelessly served her family, never asking for anything in return. Be thankful that we are getting to learn to love and serve Christ, and grow in patience and kindness as we love her in her frailty and her confusion. It is a hard season for her and also for those who love her. If we can try to embrace our cross, maybe God can grow something beautiful through it. When we suffer, we have the opportunity, through grace, to become less like ourselves and more like Christ. It doesn't take away the pain, the winter is still long, and cold, and quiet. But there is hope and the promise that the seasons will change.