Times of Tragedy

The country has been going through some tough times recently - a bombing at the Boston Marathon and a large tornado that tore through Oklahoma.  Some of these tragedies are "man caused" and it's really hard to understand how one human could do this to another human.  Other times they are "Acts of Nature".  This doesn't make it any easier - why would God allow this to happen.  I don't have all the answers and it's much easier to sit where I'm sitting then were the victums parents, siblings, etc are sitting.  However, I beleive with all my heart that God has a plan for the good and the bad things that happen to us - we may not understand it but we don't need to, we need to have faith.

I read this in a devotional and I'm holding on to it.  I hope that it can someday be helpful to you too.  We need to stand when our "brothers and sisters" can't.  Shine your lights!!


One

Mary Luti
If one part suffers, all the parts suffer with it; if one part is honored, all the parts share its joy. - 1 Corinthians 16: 26 

If you pray, pray more than ever today, for many people in the town of Moore are unable to utter a single word to God in their shock and sorrow. Their hearts are locked down today. Your prayer may be the prayer they would say if they could.

If you cling to God, cling more than ever today, for the trust of some people in Moore is as shattered as flattened schools and the bodies of children. Their arms are limp today. Your clinging might be the clinging they would do if they could.

If you hope, hope more than ever today, for some people in Moore are wondering with Job why they were ever born and whether life can be good again. Their eyes cannot find the horizon today. Your hope may be the light they would see if they could.

If you love, love more than ever today, for many in Moore have nothing left but each other. They have only their love for each other. Love, the great survivor, is all that remains to them. Enrich, strengthen, and sweeten it with your own. It will return to you when you need it most. We are one body.

Puberty - oh boy!

God love you Cade!

So you just watched your 5th grade puberty movie in school.  On the way home from baseball one night it was just you and I in the car. 

Mom:  How was the movie the other day?

Cade:  It was ok......they just told us to shower, use deodorant, stay clean and...(trailing off) we'll get hair.

Mom:  Oh really.

Cade:  Oh yeah, and MOM...  It's called a Penis - not a Pee Bug (in a very disturbed voice)!

Mom: (turning to look out the side window and now laugh) I know Bud, that's just what we called it when you were little.

Cade:  Next year I have to watch the sex movie

Mom:  Oh!

Cade:  Yeah, I thought that meant pretty.

Mom:  (puzzled) what do you mean.

Cade:  Sexy means pretty, right?

Mom: sort of

Cade:  Yeah well Dad told me that's how babies are made - that's about all I want to know about that. (putting his hand up at me)

HA!  I love you son.  And I'm fine with you waiting until your 18 to know more about that one.  :)

Keep that innocence about you - that's what makes you YOU!

Duck Dynasty

So currently our favorite family TV time is watching Duck Dynasty.  They might be rich rednecks but they are good people.  They value family, they help one another, they drive each other crazy by times but they love each other always and they always stop to thank God for their blessings.

Life appears to be about so many things - by times our focus is school or sports or yard work or laundry but always make sure that's just a temporary focus and that our ultimate focus is always that we are living here in God's earth, doing God's work with God's things.  Respect what you have, be quick to forgive, and always look to do God's works by serving others with a happy heart.

Whenever possible be - Happy, Happy, Happy! (per Phil Robertson)

and remember I.....

The Crossover

So this weekend, Cade, you are camping out with Dad and the cub scouts/boy scouts at Mr Neil's place.  You've done this now for 5 years, but this one is different.  Tomorrow night you'll 'crossover' from a cub scout to a boy scout. 

Daddy has done a terrific job of keeping the den going, ever since your second year, he has been your leader.  You've made great friends in the Leaks (Brian, Justin, Jacob, Josh, and Jenny), the Duers, Kyle and his family and the list goes on. 

 

You attended Camps, made pinewood derby cars, made cakes to be auctioned, dutifully place flags on graves, collected food, carried the colors, learned your pledge, earned pins and belt loops, went fishing, went hiking, tied knots and volunteered by planting trees - just to name a few.

Some days daddy and I complained about scouts, but you always claimed that was the one thing you didn't want to quit when our scheduled seemed too full.  You were a fan!  You loved the activities and the outdoors (maybe not so much the 10 mile hike).  You were a born cub scout just like your daddy was when he was your age.

Always remember the things you learned in scouts - there are some wonderful lessons there!!!

Love ya bud!!




Added after the crossover camp out -

You've come a long way kid!!! 

Finally springtime - life is good!

Today I am reminded how much I love watching the two of you play sports.  You might not be the star of the team (or maybe you are) but when I am cheering you on (win or lose) I feel like the proudest momma in the ballpark!!

Cade is a Met this year in Little League baseball.  Playing with Coach Brian Klepner, Noah Wright, Jake Rife, Cole Klepner, Davon Mosby, Bocca and others.

Addy is a Panther this year in softball.  Playing with Coach Tracy, Coach Kelly and Coach Daddy - Rebecca Busey, MK Morris, Katelyn and others.

Last week was opening week and I froze my butt off to sit there and cheer, but I was happy doing it (most of the time until the wind blew REALLY hard then I cried a few tears).  This week the temps are in the 70s, the sun is shining and I can't wait throughout the work day to get to the fields and take my seat among the parents to cheer, cheer, cheer!!

I'm learning (slowly) to relax.  Enjoy the little things, like a good baseball/softball game and not stress (too much) about the current affairs of our house or whether our yard is mowed to perfection (or even in the last two weeks).  It's fun being a family!!  It's fun reliving my sports days through the two of you.  It's fun watching you hit the ball and run with wide eyes because you just surprised yourself with the hit!!  It's fun watching you high five your teammates - they will be your friends for a long time, they will have your back when you need them, they will encourage you, and lift you up when you are having a bad game. 

Always be the team member that supports EVERY single person on the team.  Whether you like them or not, whether they are good or not, whether they are cocky or kind, whether they want it or not - encourage them!!!  Tell them good job even if it's their 5th homerun of the game. 

Always be a good sport.  You can get upset with yourself if you didn't give it your all, if you made a dumb mistake or just weren't thinking clearly but if you did your best and came up short - don't get mad, get determined to do better next time!!

Don't expect others to make you better.  Only YOU can work harder, play tougher and give it a little more.  Looking back, I have regrets in sports where I could have played harder and given more.  If I could give you one thing it would be a crystal ball into the future so you didn't make the mistakes that I made.

And always remember - Excuses are the nails that built the house of failure (per Coach Brian Horner).

Love you guys - Play hard and have fun doing it!!

The Baby Whisperer

Addy - honestly, there has never been much whisper to you girl.  You seem to have one volume (sort of like your dad and aunt Jodi) but when it comes to babies - you named yourself the Baby Whisperer.  And honestly, you are pretty good at it!!

You have loved babies since you were a baby.  When you were even just 18 months old, as we walked through the grocery store you would point and yell "BABY" at any human under 2 years old.

This is you with Barrett Roy - you just can't get enough of babies.

When you were 4 you were diagnosed with a bladder condition (it has a really big medical name but in common terms it's called Bladder Reflux) and you had 5 urinary/kidney infections starting at 9 months old up to 4 years old.  That's a lot - according to the doctors.  We were told to meet with a specialist at John Hopkins because that many infections could very well mean significant kidney damage which has long terms effects especially for girls relating to future child births.  We headed down to Baltimore to meet Dr Gearhart for the first time and all I could think about was the my baby who loves babies may never be able to have babies (worst case scenarios - trust me as a mom, you go there a lot to prepare yourself).  I was praying to God as we drove along.  We got there and parked the car, as you were getting out you said to me and daddy (unprompted) "I want to have about 10 kids but I really don't want them to come out of my belly, is that ok?".  I admit, I cried.  Thank you God for the answer to my prayers.  I said (as soon as I had myself together) "You bet that's ok, adoption is a wonderful thing."  Now here we are 4 years later and your bladder problems are completely fixed.  In Dr. Gearhart's words - "the fact that she doesn't have significant damage is a miracle".  You bet it is a miracle and I will always thank God for that miracle!!

Keep loving those babies Addy Jaye but remember, they aren't toys.  Babies are fun.  They are cute and cuddly.  They will someday bless you beyond words and they are a gift from God - don't wish yourself into being a momma too early.  There are babies all around that need a hug or some extra care until you are ready for the full time responsibility.  :)

I wish I wrote this....

I didn't write this, but I wish I did.  Addy - read this carefully some day (in about 14 years from now) - it's true to the very end.

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family. "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"

"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

 "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no mo...re spontaneous vacations."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation.

I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right. I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine.

That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of Independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself.

That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a ceasarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honour.

My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time.

I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.

"You'll never regret it," I finally say.

Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.

Ha - funny thing is that I sit here at the office with tears in my eyes after just reading this again.  I love you babe - some day you'll be a great momma, but be sure that you are ready for it because it will change you forever and you'll never regret it!!