So, a lot of my facebook friends are posting something they're thankful for each day in November. I consider myself a generally positive, grateful person. But, my focus will be a bit different this year. This past year has brought tremendous changes to me and my family. I am so grateful for the changes! Hard does not even cover it, but it has been worth it. I've emerged with a clear picture of who I am.
But I digress...
Today I am grateful for the moment when I tuck my kids into bed and ask them what their favorite thing about the day was.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
National Adoption Month
I love this! It addresses something that's been nagging at me for the last couple of months. Everytime I make a mistake - whether personal, parenting, or cooking fiasco - I doubt my ability to be a good mamma to children other than my own. We are still 6 months or so away from starting our foster to adoption journey, but I'm already mentally gearing up for it. I'm not sure if that's an entirely good thing...
This one helps ease my mind a bit:
Happy National Adoption Awareness Month!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
The Business of Motherhood
Every once in a while something happens that makes me sit back and say, "Wow! I really am glad to be involved in the business of motherhood."
A few days ago, my son and I were talking about snow. He suddenly says, "I really miss Susanville."
To which I replied, "What do you miss about Susanville?"
He then said, "I miss making snowmen with you."
A little backstory: A few months after our youngest was born, I got involved in learning the business of multi-level marketing of life insurance and annuities. This took tremendous amounts of time in addition to having a newborn taking up tremendous amounts of time. (Looking back, I have NO idea what I was thinking! A sleep deprived brain is not a good brain for making decisions.)
Anyhow, it was on a particularly time consuming day that my then 3 year old son comes up to me and asks me to help him build a snowman outside. It was more like begging with high pitched whineyness, which I normally have no tolerance for.
But, instead of snapping at him to use his "Big Boy Voice" and ask politely, I heard a little voice in my brain say, "stop." So I stopped. The little voice then said, "he will remember this day." And that was it. End of conversation.
So then I asked myself, "what do I want him to remember about this day?"
I'm still blown away by this experience and grateful that I have the opportunity once again to be in the business of full-time motherhood. As the kids are getting older, there are more and more days that they will remember, and I'm grateful to be a part of that.
A few days ago, my son and I were talking about snow. He suddenly says, "I really miss Susanville."
To which I replied, "What do you miss about Susanville?"
He then said, "I miss making snowmen with you."
A little backstory: A few months after our youngest was born, I got involved in learning the business of multi-level marketing of life insurance and annuities. This took tremendous amounts of time in addition to having a newborn taking up tremendous amounts of time. (Looking back, I have NO idea what I was thinking! A sleep deprived brain is not a good brain for making decisions.)
Anyhow, it was on a particularly time consuming day that my then 3 year old son comes up to me and asks me to help him build a snowman outside. It was more like begging with high pitched whineyness, which I normally have no tolerance for.
But, instead of snapping at him to use his "Big Boy Voice" and ask politely, I heard a little voice in my brain say, "stop." So I stopped. The little voice then said, "he will remember this day." And that was it. End of conversation.
So then I asked myself, "what do I want him to remember about this day?"
I'm still blown away by this experience and grateful that I have the opportunity once again to be in the business of full-time motherhood. As the kids are getting older, there are more and more days that they will remember, and I'm grateful to be a part of that.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Thinking about this...
Those who think of life as a personal ministry tend to be less lonely, less likely to feel that life has spun out of control, more inclined to have a gentle heart, more filled with purpose.
Sheri Dew
Monday, August 29, 2011
Texas Education, Year 2
A new school year!
Unity
By Cleo V. Swarat
I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there,
The clay they used was a young child’s mind
And they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher:
the tools she used were books and music and art;
One was a parent
With a guiding hand and gentle loving heart.
And when at last their work was done,
They were proud of what they had wrought.
For the things they had worked into the child
Could never be sold or bought!
And each agreed she would have failed
if she had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
and behind the teacher stood the home!
Sierra is in 9th grade, involved with Colorguard and Choir.
Unity
By Cleo V. Swarat
I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there,
The clay they used was a young child’s mind
And they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher:
the tools she used were books and music and art;
One was a parent
With a guiding hand and gentle loving heart.
And when at last their work was done,
They were proud of what they had wrought.
For the things they had worked into the child
Could never be sold or bought!
And each agreed she would have failed
if she had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
and behind the teacher stood the home!
Sierra is in 9th grade, involved with Colorguard and Choir.
A clip from her first football game halftime show:
Jacob is in 1st grade and loving his new teacher and class.
Katie is happy to have the house to herself again.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Just the Same
JUST THE SAME
by Diana Lynn Lacey
Sometimes-
God sends rain
Straight from the sky
To nourish the young flower
and it grows.
Sometimes-
God sends rain from the sky
To the mountaintops,
Then over the hills and through valleys
Until it reaches the flower
and it grows, just the same.
Sometimes-
God sends a child
Straight from His realm
Into a mother's arms
and love grows.
Sometimes-
God sends a child
From heaven to another's arms,
Then over hills and through valleys
Until he reaches the arms of his mother
and love grows, just the same.
by Diana Lynn Lacey
Sometimes-
God sends rain
Straight from the sky
To nourish the young flower
and it grows.
Sometimes-
God sends rain from the sky
To the mountaintops,
Then over the hills and through valleys
Until it reaches the flower
and it grows, just the same.
Sometimes-
God sends a child
Straight from His realm
Into a mother's arms
and love grows.
Sometimes-
God sends a child
From heaven to another's arms,
Then over hills and through valleys
Until he reaches the arms of his mother
and love grows, just the same.
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