I will always remember the day he walked into my life. I was sitting in the basement classroom of a dilapidated school in my rural community. The smell of dirt and tempera paint filled the air. I sat at a crudely built table in the corner of the room facing the door; an empty chair at my right side.
The door opened and there he was. Sweet, innocent, vulnerable. I was immediately bewitched by that little dark haired boy. It didn't hurt matters that he was the mysterious "new boy" and was perfectly gorgeous to boot. Those may have been a small part of my fascination with him but there was so much more to it than mere attraction.
I was immediately overwhelmed with fear and excitement when he chose the chair next to me. It may have been the only empty seat in the room. I really don't remember if he chose to sit there or if he sat there because it was his only choice. The thing I do know is God forever changed my life that day when he sent that precious boy into my life.
We became friends. We even "went" together for a short time. We were both extremely shy and unsure of ourselves and at twelve years old our relationship was sweet and innocent. He sang a love song in a musical group and every time he sang it I hoped and imagined he was singing it to me. Our romantic connection didn't last long but our friendship blossomed during high school. He was my homeroom buddy and there was always something that seemed to draw me to him. He held a special place in my heart that I couldn't understand and was too afraid to express.
After graduating from high school life carried us in different directions causing us to loose touch but he was never far from my mind. I often found myself wondering what happened to that sweet brown eyed boy. He was such a special person to me and I hoped and dreamed that he found happiness in life.
It took twenty-five years for me to find my friend again. My friend grew into a big, strong, intelligent, successful man. He married a woman who is beautiful from the inside out. She is perfectly suited for him. They are wonderful friends that bless me beyond words. I am so thankful that God has brought him back into my life and the added addition of his lovely wife is a wonderful bonus.
When I look at him I still see that sweet, innocent, vulnerable little boy from the past. I will probably never know what the other 30 people sitting in that basement classroom thought the first time they saw him or how he impacted their lives. I really don't understand how I was able to immediately know it, but from the moment my eyes fell on him I knew he was no ordinary boy.
Friday, December 31, 2010
No Ordinary Boy
I will always remember the day he walked into my life. I was sitting in the basement classroom of a dilapidated school in my rural community. The smell of dirt and tempera paint filled the air. I sat at a crudely built table in the corner of the room facing the door; an empty chair at my right side.
The door opened and there he was. Sweet, innocent, vulnerable. I was immediately bewitched by that little dark haired boy. It didn't hurt matters that he was the mysterious "new boy" and was perfectly gorgeous to boot. Those may have been a small part of my fascination with him but there was so much more to it than mere attraction.
I was immediately overwhelmed with fear and excitement when he chose the chair next to me. It may have been the only empty seat in the room. I really don't remember if he chose to sit there or if he sat there because it was his only choice. The thing I do know is God forever changed my life that day when he sent that precious boy into my life.
We became friends. We even "went" together for a short time. We were both extremely shy and unsure of ourselves and at twelve years old our relationship was sweet and innocent. He sang a love song in a musical group and every time he sang it I hoped and imagined he was singing it to me. Our romantic connection didn't last long but our friendship blossomed during high school. He was my homeroom buddy and there was always something that seemed to draw me to him. He held a special place in my heart that I couldn't understand and was too afraid to express.
After graduating from high school life carried us in different directions causing us to loose touch but he was never far from my mind. I often found myself wondering what happened to that sweet brown eyed boy. He was such a special person to me and I hoped and dreamed that he found happiness in life.
It took twenty-five years for me to find my friend again. My friend grew into a big, strong, intelligent, successful man. He married a woman who is beautiful from the inside out. She is perfectly suited for him. They are wonderful friends that bless me beyond words. I am so thankful that God has brought him back into my life and the added addition of his lovely wife is a wonderful bonus.
When I look at him I still see that sweet, innocent, vulnerable little boy from the past. I will probably never know what the other 30 people sitting in that basement classroom thought the first time they saw him or how he impacted their lives. I really don't understand how I was able to immediately know it, but from the moment my eyes fell on him I knew he was no ordinary boy.
The door opened and there he was. Sweet, innocent, vulnerable. I was immediately bewitched by that little dark haired boy. It didn't hurt matters that he was the mysterious "new boy" and was perfectly gorgeous to boot. Those may have been a small part of my fascination with him but there was so much more to it than mere attraction.
I was immediately overwhelmed with fear and excitement when he chose the chair next to me. It may have been the only empty seat in the room. I really don't remember if he chose to sit there or if he sat there because it was his only choice. The thing I do know is God forever changed my life that day when he sent that precious boy into my life.
We became friends. We even "went" together for a short time. We were both extremely shy and unsure of ourselves and at twelve years old our relationship was sweet and innocent. He sang a love song in a musical group and every time he sang it I hoped and imagined he was singing it to me. Our romantic connection didn't last long but our friendship blossomed during high school. He was my homeroom buddy and there was always something that seemed to draw me to him. He held a special place in my heart that I couldn't understand and was too afraid to express.
After graduating from high school life carried us in different directions causing us to loose touch but he was never far from my mind. I often found myself wondering what happened to that sweet brown eyed boy. He was such a special person to me and I hoped and dreamed that he found happiness in life.
It took twenty-five years for me to find my friend again. My friend grew into a big, strong, intelligent, successful man. He married a woman who is beautiful from the inside out. She is perfectly suited for him. They are wonderful friends that bless me beyond words. I am so thankful that God has brought him back into my life and the added addition of his lovely wife is a wonderful bonus.
When I look at him I still see that sweet, innocent, vulnerable little boy from the past. I will probably never know what the other 30 people sitting in that basement classroom thought the first time they saw him or how he impacted their lives. I really don't understand how I was able to immediately know it, but from the moment my eyes fell on him I knew he was no ordinary boy.
My Marriage
While looking around in a gift shop tonight I found a painting with a version of this quote from the Christian author Tertullian. He lived and wrote late in the 2nd century AD and early into the 3rd century AD but his words are as true today as they were when he penned them. The reason his writings still ring true is because they are based on Christian principles.
How shall we ever be able adequately to describe the happiness of that marriage which the Church arranges, the Sacrifice strengthens, upon which the blessing sets a seal, at which angels are present as witnesses, and to which be Father gives His consent? For not even on earth do children marry properly and legally without their fathers' permission.
How beautiful, then, the marriage of two Christians, two who are one in hope, one in desire, one in the way of life they follow, one in the religion they practice. They are as brother and sister, both servants of the same Master. Nothing divides them, either in flesh or in spirit. They are, in very truth, two in one flesh; and where there is but one flesh there is also but one spirit. They pray together, they worship together, they fast together; instructing one another, encouraging one another, strengthening one another, side by side they visit God's church and partake of God's Banquet; side by side they face difficulties and persecution, share their consolations. They have no secrets from one another; they never shun each other's company; they never bring sorrow to each other's hearts. Unembarrassed they visit the sick and assist the needy. They give alms without anxiety; they attend the Sacrifice without difficulty; they perform their daily exercises of piety without hindrance. They need not be furtive about making the Sign of the Cross, nor timorous in greeting the brethren, nor silent in asking a blessing of God. Psalms and hymns they sing to one another, striving to see which one of them will chant more beautifully the praises of their Lord. Hearing and seeing this, Christ rejoices. To such as these He gives His peace. Where there are two together, there also He is present; and where He is, there evil is not.
Taken from Tertullian (c. 160-220), “To His Wife” in Treatises on Marriage and Remarriage, ACW Series, no. 13, trans. William P. LeSaint, S.J. (Westminster, MD: Newman Press, 1951): 35-36.
My husband, J, follows Tertullian's instructions well. Together we pray to the same God, we worship the same risen Savior, we rejoice together and grieve together. He encourages me in times of trouble and never leaves my side during times of difficulties and persecution. He shares the needs of his heart with me and never keeps secrets from me. He has never turned me away or brought sorrow to my heart. He is an honorable man, a devoted husband, and a wonderful companion.
I am so grateful that God sent me such a wonderful man to spend my life with. I do not now, nor have I ever claimed that I deserve him; but I can tell you that I love him with all that I am. He is always looking for ways to make life easier on me. He loves to please me and puts my feelings above his own.
I am guilty of taking what God gave me for granted. I forget how rare and wonderful a relationship like ours truly is. He is the only person that I know without a doubt will always be there for me. I have been treated so tenderly that I have failed to see that not every wife is cherished the way that I am by my husband. I can honestly say that he has never intentionally hurt me with his words or actions. He has always treated me with tenderness. I know that whatever tragedy or hardships may come in my life I have lived a fairytale. I am Cinderella and J is my Prince Charming.
I love you dearly Joey Norton and I want you to know that you are my world.
My Marriage
While looking around in a gift shop tonight I found a painting with a version of this quote from the Christian author Tertullian. He lived and wrote late in the 2nd century AD and early into the 3rd century AD but his words are as true today as they were when he penned them. The reason his writings still ring true is because they are based on Christian principles.
How shall we ever be able adequately to describe the happiness of that marriage which the Church arranges, the Sacrifice strengthens, upon which the blessing sets a seal, at which angels are present as witnesses, and to which be Father gives His consent? For not even on earth do children marry properly and legally without their fathers' permission.
How beautiful, then, the marriage of two Christians, two who are one in hope, one in desire, one in the way of life they follow, one in the religion they practice. They are as brother and sister, both servants of the same Master. Nothing divides them, either in flesh or in spirit. They are, in very truth, two in one flesh; and where there is but one flesh there is also but one spirit. They pray together, they worship together, they fast together; instructing one another, encouraging one another, strengthening one another, side by side they visit God's church and partake of God's Banquet; side by side they face difficulties and persecution, share their consolations. They have no secrets from one another; they never shun each other's company; they never bring sorrow to each other's hearts. Unembarrassed they visit the sick and assist the needy. They give alms without anxiety; they attend the Sacrifice without difficulty; they perform their daily exercises of piety without hindrance. They need not be furtive about making the Sign of the Cross, nor timorous in greeting the brethren, nor silent in asking a blessing of God. Psalms and hymns they sing to one another, striving to see which one of them will chant more beautifully the praises of their Lord. Hearing and seeing this, Christ rejoices. To such as these He gives His peace. Where there are two together, there also He is present; and where He is, there evil is not.
Taken from Tertullian (c. 160-220), “To His Wife” in Treatises on Marriage and Remarriage, ACW Series, no. 13, trans. William P. LeSaint, S.J. (Westminster, MD: Newman Press, 1951): 35-36.
My husband, J, follows Tertullian's instructions well. Together we pray to the same God, we worship the same risen Savior, we rejoice together and grieve together. He encourages me in times of trouble and never leaves my side during times of difficulties and persecution. He shares the needs of his heart with me and never keeps secrets from me. He has never turned me away or brought sorrow to my heart. He is an honorable man, a devoted husband, and a wonderful companion.
I am so grateful that God sent me such a wonderful man to spend my life with. I do not now, nor have I ever claimed that I deserve him; but I can tell you that I love him with all that I am. He is always looking for ways to make life easier on me. He loves to please me and puts my feelings above his own.
I am guilty of taking what God gave me for granted. I forget how rare and wonderful a relationship like ours truly is. He is the only person that I know without a doubt will always be there for me. I have been treated so tenderly that I have failed to see that not every wife is cherished the way that I am by my husband. I can honestly say that he has never intentionally hurt me with his words or actions. He has always treated me with tenderness. I know that whatever tragedy or hardships may come in my life I have lived a fairytale. I am Cinderella and J is my Prince Charming.
I love you dearly Joey Norton and I want you to know that you are my world.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Uniqueness
Sweet G has such a quirky personality. I have often heard the saying, "He was born old." Well, in G's case it really seems to be true. His disability limits his ability to play easily and he has always been content to sit and talk with a grown up or watch television. The thing is he has very discriminating taste. He has not typically been the child who loves children's shows and cartoons. G has always had a good sense of humor and gets jokes that most children his age wouldn't understand. His current favorite shows are Spongebob Squarepants, Sanford and Son, Family Feud (with Steve Harvey), Fresh Prince of Bel Air, The Ellen DeGeneres Show, and Ultimate Fighting.
For Christmas he asked Santa for Johnny Carson DVDs. Santa was quite surprised by this request but G explained to Santa that he knew Santa didn't make DVDs but that he could go to JohnnyCarson.com and order them online. With a chuckle Santa agreed that online shopping would definitely be the ideal choice to getting Johnny Carson. After working out the details on the DVD purchase Santa asked G what else he wanted. G replied, "That's all. I don't want anything else." How many children or adults for that matter do you think would be content with one single DVD? That is just my Sweet G.
A week or so before Christmas G was wanting to watch something on a channel that I don't approve of him watching. He continued to ask after I had told him he couldn't turn the television to that channel. I resorted to the thing most parents have done at least once and said, "Santa is watching you G. He wouldn't like it if you act ugly about it." G immediately replied, "I don't need Santa to bring me anything anyway. I already have a present under the tree from Trey."
Thank God he is so easy most of the time. He is patient, kind, loving, funny, content, and very unique.
For Christmas he asked Santa for Johnny Carson DVDs. Santa was quite surprised by this request but G explained to Santa that he knew Santa didn't make DVDs but that he could go to JohnnyCarson.com and order them online. With a chuckle Santa agreed that online shopping would definitely be the ideal choice to getting Johnny Carson. After working out the details on the DVD purchase Santa asked G what else he wanted. G replied, "That's all. I don't want anything else." How many children or adults for that matter do you think would be content with one single DVD? That is just my Sweet G.
A week or so before Christmas G was wanting to watch something on a channel that I don't approve of him watching. He continued to ask after I had told him he couldn't turn the television to that channel. I resorted to the thing most parents have done at least once and said, "Santa is watching you G. He wouldn't like it if you act ugly about it." G immediately replied, "I don't need Santa to bring me anything anyway. I already have a present under the tree from Trey."
Thank God he is so easy most of the time. He is patient, kind, loving, funny, content, and very unique.
Uniqueness
Sweet G has such a quirky personality. I have often heard the saying, "He was born old." Well, in G's case it really seems to be true. His disability limits his ability to play easily and he has always been content to sit and talk with a grown up or watch television. The thing is he has very discriminating taste. He has not typically been the child who loves children's shows and cartoons. G has always had a good sense of humor and gets jokes that most children his age wouldn't understand. His current favorite shows are Spongebob Squarepants, Sanford and Son, Family Feud (with Steve Harvey), Fresh Prince of Bel Air, The Ellen DeGeneres Show, and Ultimate Fighting.
For Christmas he asked Santa for Johnny Carson DVDs. Santa was quite surprised by this request but G explained to Santa that he knew Santa didn't make DVDs but that he could go to JohnnyCarson.com and order them online. With a chuckle Santa agreed that online shopping would definitely be the ideal choice to getting Johnny Carson. After working out the details on the DVD purchase Santa asked G what else he wanted. G replied, "That's all. I don't want anything else." How many children or adults for that matter do you think would be content with one single DVD? That is just my Sweet G.
A week or so before Christmas G was wanting to watch something on a channel that I don't approve of him watching. He continued to ask after I had told him he couldn't turn the television to that channel. I resorted to the thing most parents have done at least once and said, "Santa is watching you G. He wouldn't like it if you act ugly about it." G immediately replied, "I don't need Santa to bring me anything anyway. I already have a present under the tree from Trey."
Thank God he is so easy most of the time. He is patient, kind, loving, funny, content, and very unique.
For Christmas he asked Santa for Johnny Carson DVDs. Santa was quite surprised by this request but G explained to Santa that he knew Santa didn't make DVDs but that he could go to JohnnyCarson.com and order them online. With a chuckle Santa agreed that online shopping would definitely be the ideal choice to getting Johnny Carson. After working out the details on the DVD purchase Santa asked G what else he wanted. G replied, "That's all. I don't want anything else." How many children or adults for that matter do you think would be content with one single DVD? That is just my Sweet G.
A week or so before Christmas G was wanting to watch something on a channel that I don't approve of him watching. He continued to ask after I had told him he couldn't turn the television to that channel. I resorted to the thing most parents have done at least once and said, "Santa is watching you G. He wouldn't like it if you act ugly about it." G immediately replied, "I don't need Santa to bring me anything anyway. I already have a present under the tree from Trey."
Thank God he is so easy most of the time. He is patient, kind, loving, funny, content, and very unique.
19 Things I love About T
- His insatiable appetite for books.
- His gift of writing beautiful stories and poems.
- His sense of humor.
- He shares secrets with me.
- His gorgeous hair.
- His facial hair (it is so thick and dark and amazes me that my little boy has whiskers)
- He fights for what he believes in.
- He is not afraid to voice his opinion.
- He has a beautiful smile.
- He pretty much follows all my big rules.
- He can cook and likes to.
- He can wash his own clothes.
- He loves old records and owns a record player.
- He loves his little brother.
- He has a soft spot for the underdog.
- He is very passionate about the things he believes in.
- He still wakes me up when there is a meteor shower.
- He is very innovative.
- He loves me even if he doesn't always tell me.
19 Things I love About T
- His insatiable appetite for books.
- His gift of writing beautiful stories and poems.
- His sense of humor.
- He shares secrets with me.
- His gorgeous hair.
- His facial hair (it is so thick and dark and amazes me that my little boy has whiskers)
- He fights for what he believes in.
- He is not afraid to voice his opinion.
- He has a beautiful smile.
- He pretty much follows all my big rules.
- He can cook and likes to.
- He can wash his own clothes.
- He loves old records and owns a record player.
- He loves his little brother.
- He has a soft spot for the underdog.
- He is very passionate about the things he believes in.
- He still wakes me up when there is a meteor shower.
- He is very innovative.
- He loves me even if he doesn't always tell me.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Trust and Obey
Shortly after G was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy his doctors and therapists gradually started preparing us for possible/probable issues we would have to face. Surgery was one of those things. We were told that somewhere between 6 and 8 years old G would most likely need to have tendon lengthening surgery.
G has Spastic Diplegic Cerebral Palsy. That means that he has significant increased muscle tone (tension) in both his legs and is also more mildly affected in his upper body. Typically muscles work in combination to provide mobility. One muscle group relaxes when another muscle group contracts. In G it doesn't work that way. It is very difficult for him to isolate one muscle from all the others. The things our bodies do naturally without a thought are very difficult for G.
While Sweet G was still in his birth mother's womb he sustained brain damage caused by lack of oxygen. Could all this have been avoided? In G's case, yes, it absolutely could have been prevented. You see, his birth mother chose to let Sweet G pay for her own short lived pleasure with the cost of a lifetime of limitations and difficulties. Her pleasure became his lifelong struggle. She had no prenatal care and she chose drugs over the health and well being of her unborn child. Does this make me angry? Yes and no. Yes when I have seen him struggle with the most basic task I have been angry. When I cuddle him and realize that if she hadn't been so self consumed I wouldn't have him in my life now how can I be angry?
Sometimes I feel as selfish as his birth mother was. Could I give him up if it meant that he would not have CP? No, I most definitely wouldn't. He has captivated me and has me totally under his spell. I would not want to see what my life would be like without him in it. He is the reason that I get up in the morning and most days he is the only person that can make me feel completely loved. His charisma is a poultice for my damaged soul. He possesses a contagious love for life that is not lost on even me in the deepest depth of my depression. He brings love and light to those around him even in the darkest times of our lives. His disability sets him apart and becomes an open door into the lives of countless people.
In late February or early March Sweet G will have his tendon lengthening surgery. They will make six rather small incisions in his legs. He will have his hamstrings, his hip adductors, and his heel cords (achilles tendons) all lengthened to accomodate for his growth and to release the contractures those muscles have developed. That is the bad news. The good news is that he will not require an additional hip surgery that many times comes along with the tendon lengthening.
The new year will bring many challenges to our family; surgery requiring six weeks of total leg casting followed by months of intensive physical therapy several times a week to strengthen the muscle weakness the surgery will leave him with. Things will be chaotic here for a while but we will survive it and be better because of the journey through it. I am getting better at trusting God without asking so many questions. "Trust and obey, for there's no other way to be happy in Jesus but to trust and obey."
G has Spastic Diplegic Cerebral Palsy. That means that he has significant increased muscle tone (tension) in both his legs and is also more mildly affected in his upper body. Typically muscles work in combination to provide mobility. One muscle group relaxes when another muscle group contracts. In G it doesn't work that way. It is very difficult for him to isolate one muscle from all the others. The things our bodies do naturally without a thought are very difficult for G.
While Sweet G was still in his birth mother's womb he sustained brain damage caused by lack of oxygen. Could all this have been avoided? In G's case, yes, it absolutely could have been prevented. You see, his birth mother chose to let Sweet G pay for her own short lived pleasure with the cost of a lifetime of limitations and difficulties. Her pleasure became his lifelong struggle. She had no prenatal care and she chose drugs over the health and well being of her unborn child. Does this make me angry? Yes and no. Yes when I have seen him struggle with the most basic task I have been angry. When I cuddle him and realize that if she hadn't been so self consumed I wouldn't have him in my life now how can I be angry?
Sometimes I feel as selfish as his birth mother was. Could I give him up if it meant that he would not have CP? No, I most definitely wouldn't. He has captivated me and has me totally under his spell. I would not want to see what my life would be like without him in it. He is the reason that I get up in the morning and most days he is the only person that can make me feel completely loved. His charisma is a poultice for my damaged soul. He possesses a contagious love for life that is not lost on even me in the deepest depth of my depression. He brings love and light to those around him even in the darkest times of our lives. His disability sets him apart and becomes an open door into the lives of countless people.
In late February or early March Sweet G will have his tendon lengthening surgery. They will make six rather small incisions in his legs. He will have his hamstrings, his hip adductors, and his heel cords (achilles tendons) all lengthened to accomodate for his growth and to release the contractures those muscles have developed. That is the bad news. The good news is that he will not require an additional hip surgery that many times comes along with the tendon lengthening.
The new year will bring many challenges to our family; surgery requiring six weeks of total leg casting followed by months of intensive physical therapy several times a week to strengthen the muscle weakness the surgery will leave him with. Things will be chaotic here for a while but we will survive it and be better because of the journey through it. I am getting better at trusting God without asking so many questions. "Trust and obey, for there's no other way to be happy in Jesus but to trust and obey."
Trust and Obey
Shortly after G was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy his doctors and therapists gradually started preparing us for possible/probable issues we would have to face. Surgery was one of those things. We were told that somewhere between 6 and 8 years old G would most likely need to have tendon lengthening surgery.
G has Spastic Diplegic Cerebral Palsy. That means that he has significant increased muscle tone (tension) in both his legs and is also more mildly affected in his upper body. Typically muscles work in combination to provide mobility. One muscle group relaxes when another muscle group contracts. In G it doesn't work that way. It is very difficult for him to isolate one muscle from all the others. The things our bodies do naturally without a thought are very difficult for G.
While Sweet G was still in his birth mother's womb he sustained brain damage caused by lack of oxygen. Could all this have been avoided? In G's case, yes, it absolutely could have been prevented. You see, his birth mother chose to let Sweet G pay for her own short lived pleasure with the cost of a lifetime of limitations and difficulties. Her pleasure became his lifelong struggle. She had no prenatal care and she chose drugs over the health and well being of her unborn child. Does this make me angry? Yes and no. Yes when I have seen him struggle with the most basic task I have been angry. When I cuddle him and realize that if she hadn't been so self consumed I wouldn't have him in my life now how can I be angry?
Sometimes I feel as selfish as his birth mother was. Could I give him up if it meant that he would not have CP? No, I most definitely wouldn't. He has captivated me and has me totally under his spell. I would not want to see what my life would be like without him in it. He is the reason that I get up in the morning and most days he is the only person that can make me feel completely loved. His charisma is a poultice for my damaged soul. He possesses a contagious love for life that is not lost on even me in the deepest depth of my depression. He brings love and light to those around him even in the darkest times of our lives. His disability sets him apart and becomes an open door into the lives of countless people.
In late February or early March Sweet G will have his tendon lengthening surgery. They will make six rather small incisions in his legs. He will have his hamstrings, his hip adductors, and his heel cords (achilles tendons) all lengthened to accomodate for his growth and to release the contractures those muscles have developed. That is the bad news. The good news is that he will not require an additional hip surgery that many times comes along with the tendon lengthening.
The new year will bring many challenges to our family; surgery requiring six weeks of total leg casting followed by months of intensive physical therapy several times a week to strengthen the muscle weakness the surgery will leave him with. Things will be chaotic here for a while but we will survive it and be better because of the journey through it. I am getting better at trusting God without asking so many questions. "Trust and obey, for there's no other way to be happy in Jesus but to trust and obey."
G has Spastic Diplegic Cerebral Palsy. That means that he has significant increased muscle tone (tension) in both his legs and is also more mildly affected in his upper body. Typically muscles work in combination to provide mobility. One muscle group relaxes when another muscle group contracts. In G it doesn't work that way. It is very difficult for him to isolate one muscle from all the others. The things our bodies do naturally without a thought are very difficult for G.
While Sweet G was still in his birth mother's womb he sustained brain damage caused by lack of oxygen. Could all this have been avoided? In G's case, yes, it absolutely could have been prevented. You see, his birth mother chose to let Sweet G pay for her own short lived pleasure with the cost of a lifetime of limitations and difficulties. Her pleasure became his lifelong struggle. She had no prenatal care and she chose drugs over the health and well being of her unborn child. Does this make me angry? Yes and no. Yes when I have seen him struggle with the most basic task I have been angry. When I cuddle him and realize that if she hadn't been so self consumed I wouldn't have him in my life now how can I be angry?
Sometimes I feel as selfish as his birth mother was. Could I give him up if it meant that he would not have CP? No, I most definitely wouldn't. He has captivated me and has me totally under his spell. I would not want to see what my life would be like without him in it. He is the reason that I get up in the morning and most days he is the only person that can make me feel completely loved. His charisma is a poultice for my damaged soul. He possesses a contagious love for life that is not lost on even me in the deepest depth of my depression. He brings love and light to those around him even in the darkest times of our lives. His disability sets him apart and becomes an open door into the lives of countless people.
In late February or early March Sweet G will have his tendon lengthening surgery. They will make six rather small incisions in his legs. He will have his hamstrings, his hip adductors, and his heel cords (achilles tendons) all lengthened to accomodate for his growth and to release the contractures those muscles have developed. That is the bad news. The good news is that he will not require an additional hip surgery that many times comes along with the tendon lengthening.
The new year will bring many challenges to our family; surgery requiring six weeks of total leg casting followed by months of intensive physical therapy several times a week to strengthen the muscle weakness the surgery will leave him with. Things will be chaotic here for a while but we will survive it and be better because of the journey through it. I am getting better at trusting God without asking so many questions. "Trust and obey, for there's no other way to be happy in Jesus but to trust and obey."
Assumptions
Every once in a while it happens. Not all the time, but often and a lot too much for me. It happened today. I know that people don't mean to do it. They are simply ignorant and don't have the experience to know the difference.
Seeing G sitting in his wheelchair these two individuals made the assumption that because G was not impatiently whining and jabbering like a typical 7 year old would be if made to sit still while his mom shopped for him an expensive electronic device that he must be mentally handicapped. Each of them it turns out have sons with autism. Really, they should know better but obviously they don't. Well, I say they both assumed he had mental deficiencies but actually it was mainly the salesman. After talking the woman out of buying the Ipad he commences to talk me out of it also. He suggested a leap pad learning system. His 16 year old autistic son uses one because he is on the mental level of a four year old. I tell the man that I am a certified teacher and that I am homeschooling G. I stress that he needs a touchscreen computer type device that he can use to explore the internet more independently and as a means of being able to type out his schoolwork since he can't write. I didn't go there to buy a toy. I went to buy an educational tool but quickly became aware that this was not going to be the day that I would purchase one. If this poor guy isn't on his way to being fired--he should be. In less that 15 minutes he managed to talk two customers out of buying a minimum of $600.00 worth of electronics. Two sales in 15 minutes adding up to $1,200.00. That is most salespeople's dream and apparently this man's worst nightmare.
What is it about seeing someone in a wheelchair (specifically a child) that makes people assume that person has a mental deficiency? You don't assume someone wearing glasses also has a hearing impairment. G is a little behind his peers but not significantly. In fact if it weren't for feeding issues he might be in danger of loosing speech therapy because his language skills are only borderline low. He is a very bright child. He has an amazing sense of humor and has become quite capable of givng his big brother a run for his money when it comes to smack talking each other. He is very quick witted.
It is just something that baffles me. I wonder how many times I have offended someone by assumptions I made because I wasn't informed about thier situation. We all do it. Everyday we make split second judgements about people we encounter. Why do we do that? Human nature? We are aware of it when it is aimed at us or someone we love but oh how quick we are to forget.
ig·no·rant/ˈignÉ™rÉ™nt/AdjectiveAfter taking Sweet G to see one of his many specialists today we decided to do some Christmas shopping since we have yet to buy the first gift. We were in Best Buy looking for Johnny Carson videos since that is the only gift G has requested. I decided to take a look at the Ipad to see if it would provide an appropriate avenue for G to be able to access educational internet game sites. I walked up to the display and began listening as the sales person was describing it to another customer. He began talking her out of buying the $500.00 Ipad and into buying an eReader instead. That is when I entered the conversation. I gave my glorious review of the Kindle to the lady since that seemed to be the direction the sales person was leading the woman. (I just have to point out that they do not sell Kindles in that store.)
2. Lacking knowledge, information, or awareness about something in particular: "ignorant of astronomy". (or in my definition disability)
Seeing G sitting in his wheelchair these two individuals made the assumption that because G was not impatiently whining and jabbering like a typical 7 year old would be if made to sit still while his mom shopped for him an expensive electronic device that he must be mentally handicapped. Each of them it turns out have sons with autism. Really, they should know better but obviously they don't. Well, I say they both assumed he had mental deficiencies but actually it was mainly the salesman. After talking the woman out of buying the Ipad he commences to talk me out of it also. He suggested a leap pad learning system. His 16 year old autistic son uses one because he is on the mental level of a four year old. I tell the man that I am a certified teacher and that I am homeschooling G. I stress that he needs a touchscreen computer type device that he can use to explore the internet more independently and as a means of being able to type out his schoolwork since he can't write. I didn't go there to buy a toy. I went to buy an educational tool but quickly became aware that this was not going to be the day that I would purchase one. If this poor guy isn't on his way to being fired--he should be. In less that 15 minutes he managed to talk two customers out of buying a minimum of $600.00 worth of electronics. Two sales in 15 minutes adding up to $1,200.00. That is most salespeople's dream and apparently this man's worst nightmare.
What is it about seeing someone in a wheelchair (specifically a child) that makes people assume that person has a mental deficiency? You don't assume someone wearing glasses also has a hearing impairment. G is a little behind his peers but not significantly. In fact if it weren't for feeding issues he might be in danger of loosing speech therapy because his language skills are only borderline low. He is a very bright child. He has an amazing sense of humor and has become quite capable of givng his big brother a run for his money when it comes to smack talking each other. He is very quick witted.
It is just something that baffles me. I wonder how many times I have offended someone by assumptions I made because I wasn't informed about thier situation. We all do it. Everyday we make split second judgements about people we encounter. Why do we do that? Human nature? We are aware of it when it is aimed at us or someone we love but oh how quick we are to forget.
Assumptions
Every once in a while it happens. Not all the time, but often and a lot too much for me. It happened today. I know that people don't mean to do it. They are simply ignorant and don't have the experience to know the difference.
Seeing G sitting in his wheelchair these two individuals made the assumption that because G was not impatiently whining and jabbering like a typical 7 year old would be if made to sit still while his mom shopped for him an expensive electronic device that he must be mentally handicapped. Each of them it turns out have sons with autism. Really, they should know better but obviously they don't. Well, I say they both assumed he had mental deficiencies but actually it was mainly the salesman. After talking the woman out of buying the Ipad he commences to talk me out of it also. He suggested a leap pad learning system. His 16 year old autistic son uses one because he is on the mental level of a four year old. I tell the man that I am a certified teacher and that I am homeschooling G. I stress that he needs a touchscreen computer type device that he can use to explore the internet more independently and as a means of being able to type out his schoolwork since he can't write. I didn't go there to buy a toy. I went to buy an educational tool but quickly became aware that this was not going to be the day that I would purchase one. If this poor guy isn't on his way to being fired--he should be. In less that 15 minutes he managed to talk two customers out of buying a minimum of $600.00 worth of electronics. Two sales in 15 minutes adding up to $1,200.00. That is most salespeople's dream and apparently this man's worst nightmare.
What is it about seeing someone in a wheelchair (specifically a child) that makes people assume that person has a mental deficiency? You don't assume someone wearing glasses also has a hearing impairment. G is a little behind his peers but not significantly. In fact if it weren't for feeding issues he might be in danger of loosing speech therapy because his language skills are only borderline low. He is a very bright child. He has an amazing sense of humor and has become quite capable of givng his big brother a run for his money when it comes to smack talking each other. He is very quick witted.
It is just something that baffles me. I wonder how many times I have offended someone by assumptions I made because I wasn't informed about thier situation. We all do it. Everyday we make split second judgements about people we encounter. Why do we do that? Human nature? We are aware of it when it is aimed at us or someone we love but oh how quick we are to forget.
ig·no·rant/ˈignÉ™rÉ™nt/AdjectiveAfter taking Sweet G to see one of his many specialists today we decided to do some Christmas shopping since we have yet to buy the first gift. We were in Best Buy looking for Johnny Carson videos since that is the only gift G has requested. I decided to take a look at the Ipad to see if it would provide an appropriate avenue for G to be able to access educational internet game sites. I walked up to the display and began listening as the sales person was describing it to another customer. He began talking her out of buying the $500.00 Ipad and into buying an eReader instead. That is when I entered the conversation. I gave my glorious review of the Kindle to the lady since that seemed to be the direction the sales person was leading the woman. (I just have to point out that they do not sell Kindles in that store.)
2. Lacking knowledge, information, or awareness about something in particular: "ignorant of astronomy". (or in my definition disability)
Seeing G sitting in his wheelchair these two individuals made the assumption that because G was not impatiently whining and jabbering like a typical 7 year old would be if made to sit still while his mom shopped for him an expensive electronic device that he must be mentally handicapped. Each of them it turns out have sons with autism. Really, they should know better but obviously they don't. Well, I say they both assumed he had mental deficiencies but actually it was mainly the salesman. After talking the woman out of buying the Ipad he commences to talk me out of it also. He suggested a leap pad learning system. His 16 year old autistic son uses one because he is on the mental level of a four year old. I tell the man that I am a certified teacher and that I am homeschooling G. I stress that he needs a touchscreen computer type device that he can use to explore the internet more independently and as a means of being able to type out his schoolwork since he can't write. I didn't go there to buy a toy. I went to buy an educational tool but quickly became aware that this was not going to be the day that I would purchase one. If this poor guy isn't on his way to being fired--he should be. In less that 15 minutes he managed to talk two customers out of buying a minimum of $600.00 worth of electronics. Two sales in 15 minutes adding up to $1,200.00. That is most salespeople's dream and apparently this man's worst nightmare.
What is it about seeing someone in a wheelchair (specifically a child) that makes people assume that person has a mental deficiency? You don't assume someone wearing glasses also has a hearing impairment. G is a little behind his peers but not significantly. In fact if it weren't for feeding issues he might be in danger of loosing speech therapy because his language skills are only borderline low. He is a very bright child. He has an amazing sense of humor and has become quite capable of givng his big brother a run for his money when it comes to smack talking each other. He is very quick witted.
It is just something that baffles me. I wonder how many times I have offended someone by assumptions I made because I wasn't informed about thier situation. We all do it. Everyday we make split second judgements about people we encounter. Why do we do that? Human nature? We are aware of it when it is aimed at us or someone we love but oh how quick we are to forget.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
The Gifts of 2010
I have spent the last hour looking through last years photos to see if there is an acceptable one to use as a Christmas card photo. I didn't have any luck finding one that I care to send out to anyone so I suppose I will try and convince my gang to humor me with a Christmas photo this weekend. Oh, the dread I feel at the thought. It has been like pulling teeth for the past 5 years to get a particular member of the family to cooperate. I end up frustrated and I am typically crying before we get one shot in. I really hate to think about it.
I did however see just how much activity and change 2010 brought to our family. We had three graduations this year. G graduated from Kindergarten, T graduated from high school, and I graduated from college. We took a couple of short trips, one to the mountains with old friends, and one to Savanna on a business trip with J. (That is what I love about homeschooling, you take time off when it is convenient to you!!) That brings up the next big event of the year. We started homeschooling G. Spur of the moment and with no curriculum (still to this day) we plunged headfirst into a new lifestyle. However, we are learning and making great memories together.
T left home for college bringing another big adjustment to our family. He isn't far from home which is nice. He comes home every weekend and is doing great in his classes. I am excited to see him growing into a responsible young man. I am amazed at his great hunger for reading and writing. Those were the two areas I felt the least capible of teaching him when we homeschooled him. He absolutely hated to read until he was in about the fourth or fifth grade and asking him to write anything was a battle. It thrills me to see how passionate he is about school and I love it when he lets me into his world and shares a story with me. He is a gifted writer and his stories give me goose bumps when I read them.
G has changed so much this past year. He is trying new things and is succeeding at them. He is getting braver as far as physical challenges that he faces and has become way too adept at using the remote control. He has a unique personality and his interests are not the typical interests of a 7 year old boy. His new passion is watching The Ellen Degeneras Show and Sanford and Son. He asked T last week if he wanted one across his lip and while clasping his chest told me, "OH, I think its a big one Momma."
So, as I type tonight I can't help wondering what 2011 holds for our family. Will there be heartache and loss? Will it be a year filled with fun and happines? Or will it be a year with a mixture of the two? My prayer tonight is that 2011 will bring more happiness than pain, more joy than sorrow, and more success than failure. May we each grow closer to the Lord and more in line with His purpose for our lives. Lead us Lord and give us vision.
I did however see just how much activity and change 2010 brought to our family. We had three graduations this year. G graduated from Kindergarten, T graduated from high school, and I graduated from college. We took a couple of short trips, one to the mountains with old friends, and one to Savanna on a business trip with J. (That is what I love about homeschooling, you take time off when it is convenient to you!!) That brings up the next big event of the year. We started homeschooling G. Spur of the moment and with no curriculum (still to this day) we plunged headfirst into a new lifestyle. However, we are learning and making great memories together.
T left home for college bringing another big adjustment to our family. He isn't far from home which is nice. He comes home every weekend and is doing great in his classes. I am excited to see him growing into a responsible young man. I am amazed at his great hunger for reading and writing. Those were the two areas I felt the least capible of teaching him when we homeschooled him. He absolutely hated to read until he was in about the fourth or fifth grade and asking him to write anything was a battle. It thrills me to see how passionate he is about school and I love it when he lets me into his world and shares a story with me. He is a gifted writer and his stories give me goose bumps when I read them.
G has changed so much this past year. He is trying new things and is succeeding at them. He is getting braver as far as physical challenges that he faces and has become way too adept at using the remote control. He has a unique personality and his interests are not the typical interests of a 7 year old boy. His new passion is watching The Ellen Degeneras Show and Sanford and Son. He asked T last week if he wanted one across his lip and while clasping his chest told me, "OH, I think its a big one Momma."
So, as I type tonight I can't help wondering what 2011 holds for our family. Will there be heartache and loss? Will it be a year filled with fun and happines? Or will it be a year with a mixture of the two? My prayer tonight is that 2011 will bring more happiness than pain, more joy than sorrow, and more success than failure. May we each grow closer to the Lord and more in line with His purpose for our lives. Lead us Lord and give us vision.
Proverbs 29:18
18Where there is no vision [no redemptive revelation of God], the people perish; but he who keeps the law [of God, which includes that of man]--blessed (happy, fortunate, and enviable) is he. ~Amplified Bible~
The Gifts of 2010
I have spent the last hour looking through last years photos to see if there is an acceptable one to use as a Christmas card photo. I didn't have any luck finding one that I care to send out to anyone so I suppose I will try and convince my gang to humor me with a Christmas photo this weekend. Oh, the dread I feel at the thought. It has been like pulling teeth for the past 5 years to get a particular member of the family to cooperate. I end up frustrated and I am typically crying before we get one shot in. I really hate to think about it.
I did however see just how much activity and change 2010 brought to our family. We had three graduations this year. G graduated from Kindergarten, T graduated from high school, and I graduated from college. We took a couple of short trips, one to the mountains with old friends, and one to Savanna on a business trip with J. (That is what I love about homeschooling, you take time off when it is convenient to you!!) That brings up the next big event of the year. We started homeschooling G. Spur of the moment and with no curriculum (still to this day) we plunged headfirst into a new lifestyle. However, we are learning and making great memories together.
T left home for college bringing another big adjustment to our family. He isn't far from home which is nice. He comes home every weekend and is doing great in his classes. I am excited to see him growing into a responsible young man. I am amazed at his great hunger for reading and writing. Those were the two areas I felt the least capible of teaching him when we homeschooled him. He absolutely hated to read until he was in about the fourth or fifth grade and asking him to write anything was a battle. It thrills me to see how passionate he is about school and I love it when he lets me into his world and shares a story with me. He is a gifted writer and his stories give me goose bumps when I read them.
G has changed so much this past year. He is trying new things and is succeeding at them. He is getting braver as far as physical challenges that he faces and has become way too adept at using the remote control. He has a unique personality and his interests are not the typical interests of a 7 year old boy. His new passion is watching The Ellen Degeneras Show and Sanford and Son. He asked T last week if he wanted one across his lip and while clasping his chest told me, "OH, I think its a big one Momma."
So, as I type tonight I can't help wondering what 2011 holds for our family. Will there be heartache and loss? Will it be a year filled with fun and happines? Or will it be a year with a mixture of the two? My prayer tonight is that 2011 will bring more happiness than pain, more joy than sorrow, and more success than failure. May we each grow closer to the Lord and more in line with His purpose for our lives. Lead us Lord and give us vision.
I did however see just how much activity and change 2010 brought to our family. We had three graduations this year. G graduated from Kindergarten, T graduated from high school, and I graduated from college. We took a couple of short trips, one to the mountains with old friends, and one to Savanna on a business trip with J. (That is what I love about homeschooling, you take time off when it is convenient to you!!) That brings up the next big event of the year. We started homeschooling G. Spur of the moment and with no curriculum (still to this day) we plunged headfirst into a new lifestyle. However, we are learning and making great memories together.
T left home for college bringing another big adjustment to our family. He isn't far from home which is nice. He comes home every weekend and is doing great in his classes. I am excited to see him growing into a responsible young man. I am amazed at his great hunger for reading and writing. Those were the two areas I felt the least capible of teaching him when we homeschooled him. He absolutely hated to read until he was in about the fourth or fifth grade and asking him to write anything was a battle. It thrills me to see how passionate he is about school and I love it when he lets me into his world and shares a story with me. He is a gifted writer and his stories give me goose bumps when I read them.
G has changed so much this past year. He is trying new things and is succeeding at them. He is getting braver as far as physical challenges that he faces and has become way too adept at using the remote control. He has a unique personality and his interests are not the typical interests of a 7 year old boy. His new passion is watching The Ellen Degeneras Show and Sanford and Son. He asked T last week if he wanted one across his lip and while clasping his chest told me, "OH, I think its a big one Momma."
So, as I type tonight I can't help wondering what 2011 holds for our family. Will there be heartache and loss? Will it be a year filled with fun and happines? Or will it be a year with a mixture of the two? My prayer tonight is that 2011 will bring more happiness than pain, more joy than sorrow, and more success than failure. May we each grow closer to the Lord and more in line with His purpose for our lives. Lead us Lord and give us vision.
Proverbs 29:18
18Where there is no vision [no redemptive revelation of God], the people perish; but he who keeps the law [of God, which includes that of man]--blessed (happy, fortunate, and enviable) is he. ~Amplified Bible~
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
1970 something
Life was simple. My days revolved around paper dolls and Barbies, or an occasional game of Mystery Date with my sisters. The sound of Donny Osmond singing "Puppy Love" was frequently heard coming from my bedroom. A poster of Leif Garrett hung prominently on my wall. Summer days were spent under the pine trees surrounding our North Georgia home. Pine straw houses were the location for many meals consisting of mud pies and mud soup. A stick became a spoon and rocks were decorations for a cake made of mud. If I sit very quietly and concentrate I can still smell the scent of the pines and the smell of the fresh earth on my hands. My bare feet feel the coolness of the dirt floor of my imaginary living room.
My siblings and I could often be found running an obstacle course designed by my brother. Being one of four children required me to play along so that we would have even teams. Oh, how I hated those things!! Chicken fights, playing in the water from the hose pipe when the summer heat became unbearable, and endless rides around the yard in the wheelbarrow were common activities in my southern childhood. A rare trip to the store for my mom became sock war time for us kids. She would barely get out the door before my brother would say, "Go get all your socks! Hurry up! I will set up the forts." Dining room chairs became barricades to hide behind. The battles would last until we heard Mom's car turn into our driveway the sound of which sent us on a mad scramble to set everything back in place before she could make it into the house.
Winter months found us on a blanket being pulled wildly through the house across the hardwood floors. There were the very rare snow filled days when we would scrape enough snow together to make a snowman even if he was only 1 foot tall and covered in pine needles. Of course we were always sporting those fashionable striped tube socks on our hands serving as mittens.
Many afternoons my sister and I would put on one of mom's country music albums and skate through the house in our socks. If not skating we would probably be jumping on our parent's bed while wearing every pair of pantyhose my mom owned on our heads. This instantaneously changed us from blonds to brunettes. I couldn't count the number of times we fought over who had more pairs of pantyhose. I so wish more of those moments had been captured on film but sadly they only exist in our fragile memories.
A birthday party for one of my older siblings with music and dancing comes to mind. Back then nobody was excluded from the party because of age. Things were so innocent and fun. I remember slow dancing with a neighbor who was a family friend to the song "Let Her In" by John Travolta. Grease and Star Wars playing in the local movie theatre created a chance to sit beside a cute boy nervously hoping he liked you as much as you liked him. Sweaty palms, shaky hands. Making sure you positioned your hand so that he could easily take hold of it if he chose. So anxious about sitting with him that the movie passed without you really seeing it. Butterflies filling my stomach until I feared floating out of my seat and my heart pounded so hard I knew he could hear it.
Many times after seeing a movie with friends we would all walk over to the local pizza place. I can still remember the unique smell of a Pizzaville pizza. We would all pool our money and buy a pizza to share while we sat together talking and laughing.
The innocent days of the 70s left as I was transformed into a teen of the 80s. Cindi Lauper told me, "Girls Just Want to Have Fun." Kenny Loggins encouraged me to be "Footloose". Madonna and Prince told me lots of things I shouldn't have heard and Kool and the Gang told me to "Celebrate". I am sure some celebrated a little too much while others were too insecure and afraid of being hurt to let go and be footloose. I do wish that I had made more memories with my friends from high school.
Like the 70s, the 80s passed by as I transformed once again. This time taking me into adulthood. I graduated in 1984 and began life as a wife with responsibilities of a woman. There wasn't internet or cell phones to keep me connected to my friends and I lost touch and didn't see many friends for years. Who would have thought that after 25 years any one of us would still care about the other. After all we have spent many more years apart than together. I suppose that the bonds we shared were stronger than any of us imagined they could be. We are bound to each other by the commonality of our pasts. Old relationships are being renewed and strengthened. New friends have been grafted in through marriages and there are even budding friendships between our children.
Chattooga County, Georgia may not be good for much in most people's eyes but it was in Chattooga's lovely valley with hills on every side that I met the best friends anyone could dream of having. I had a childhood that most would say was ideal. My teen years were filled with more than my share of fun. The 90s found me becoming a mother for the first time and shortly after the new millinium I became a mother once again. Now the first decade of this century is almost finished and I find myself wondering what the next decade will bring. My prayer is that it will bring friendships closer, strengthen my family bonds, and bring overwhelming joy to our lives.
My siblings and I could often be found running an obstacle course designed by my brother. Being one of four children required me to play along so that we would have even teams. Oh, how I hated those things!! Chicken fights, playing in the water from the hose pipe when the summer heat became unbearable, and endless rides around the yard in the wheelbarrow were common activities in my southern childhood. A rare trip to the store for my mom became sock war time for us kids. She would barely get out the door before my brother would say, "Go get all your socks! Hurry up! I will set up the forts." Dining room chairs became barricades to hide behind. The battles would last until we heard Mom's car turn into our driveway the sound of which sent us on a mad scramble to set everything back in place before she could make it into the house.
Winter months found us on a blanket being pulled wildly through the house across the hardwood floors. There were the very rare snow filled days when we would scrape enough snow together to make a snowman even if he was only 1 foot tall and covered in pine needles. Of course we were always sporting those fashionable striped tube socks on our hands serving as mittens.
Many afternoons my sister and I would put on one of mom's country music albums and skate through the house in our socks. If not skating we would probably be jumping on our parent's bed while wearing every pair of pantyhose my mom owned on our heads. This instantaneously changed us from blonds to brunettes. I couldn't count the number of times we fought over who had more pairs of pantyhose. I so wish more of those moments had been captured on film but sadly they only exist in our fragile memories.
A birthday party for one of my older siblings with music and dancing comes to mind. Back then nobody was excluded from the party because of age. Things were so innocent and fun. I remember slow dancing with a neighbor who was a family friend to the song "Let Her In" by John Travolta. Grease and Star Wars playing in the local movie theatre created a chance to sit beside a cute boy nervously hoping he liked you as much as you liked him. Sweaty palms, shaky hands. Making sure you positioned your hand so that he could easily take hold of it if he chose. So anxious about sitting with him that the movie passed without you really seeing it. Butterflies filling my stomach until I feared floating out of my seat and my heart pounded so hard I knew he could hear it.
Many times after seeing a movie with friends we would all walk over to the local pizza place. I can still remember the unique smell of a Pizzaville pizza. We would all pool our money and buy a pizza to share while we sat together talking and laughing.
The innocent days of the 70s left as I was transformed into a teen of the 80s. Cindi Lauper told me, "Girls Just Want to Have Fun." Kenny Loggins encouraged me to be "Footloose". Madonna and Prince told me lots of things I shouldn't have heard and Kool and the Gang told me to "Celebrate". I am sure some celebrated a little too much while others were too insecure and afraid of being hurt to let go and be footloose. I do wish that I had made more memories with my friends from high school.
Like the 70s, the 80s passed by as I transformed once again. This time taking me into adulthood. I graduated in 1984 and began life as a wife with responsibilities of a woman. There wasn't internet or cell phones to keep me connected to my friends and I lost touch and didn't see many friends for years. Who would have thought that after 25 years any one of us would still care about the other. After all we have spent many more years apart than together. I suppose that the bonds we shared were stronger than any of us imagined they could be. We are bound to each other by the commonality of our pasts. Old relationships are being renewed and strengthened. New friends have been grafted in through marriages and there are even budding friendships between our children.
Chattooga County, Georgia may not be good for much in most people's eyes but it was in Chattooga's lovely valley with hills on every side that I met the best friends anyone could dream of having. I had a childhood that most would say was ideal. My teen years were filled with more than my share of fun. The 90s found me becoming a mother for the first time and shortly after the new millinium I became a mother once again. Now the first decade of this century is almost finished and I find myself wondering what the next decade will bring. My prayer is that it will bring friendships closer, strengthen my family bonds, and bring overwhelming joy to our lives.
1970 something
Life was simple. My days revolved around paper dolls and Barbies, or an occasional game of Mystery Date with my sisters. The sound of Donny Osmond singing "Puppy Love" was frequently heard coming from my bedroom. A poster of Leif Garrett hung prominently on my wall. Summer days were spent under the pine trees surrounding our North Georgia home. Pine straw houses were the location for many meals consisting of mud pies and mud soup. A stick became a spoon and rocks were decorations for a cake made of mud. If I sit very quietly and concentrate I can still smell the scent of the pines and the smell of the fresh earth on my hands. My bare feet feel the coolness of the dirt floor of my imaginary living room.
My siblings and I could often be found running an obstacle course designed by my brother. Being one of four children required me to play along so that we would have even teams. Oh, how I hated those things!! Chicken fights, playing in the water from the hose pipe when the summer heat became unbearable, and endless rides around the yard in the wheelbarrow were common activities in my southern childhood. A rare trip to the store for my mom became sock war time for us kids. She would barely get out the door before my brother would say, "Go get all your socks! Hurry up! I will set up the forts." Dining room chairs became barricades to hide behind. The battles would last until we heard Mom's car turn into our driveway the sound of which sent us on a mad scramble to set everything back in place before she could make it into the house.
Winter months found us on a blanket being pulled wildly through the house across the hardwood floors. There were the very rare snow filled days when we would scrape enough snow together to make a snowman even if he was only 1 foot tall and covered in pine needles. Of course we were always sporting those fashionable striped tube socks on our hands serving as mittens.
Many afternoons my sister and I would put on one of mom's country music albums and skate through the house in our socks. If not skating we would probably be jumping on our parent's bed while wearing every pair of pantyhose my mom owned on our heads. This instantaneously changed us from blonds to brunettes. I couldn't count the number of times we fought over who had more pairs of pantyhose. I so wish more of those moments had been captured on film but sadly they only exist in our fragile memories.
A birthday party for one of my older siblings with music and dancing comes to mind. Back then nobody was excluded from the party because of age. Things were so innocent and fun. I remember slow dancing with a neighbor who was a family friend to the song "Let Her In" by John Travolta. Grease and Star Wars playing in the local movie theatre created a chance to sit beside a cute boy nervously hoping he liked you as much as you liked him. Sweaty palms, shaky hands. Making sure you positioned your hand so that he could easily take hold of it if he chose. So anxious about sitting with him that the movie passed without you really seeing it. Butterflies filling my stomach until I feared floating out of my seat and my heart pounded so hard I knew he could hear it.
Many times after seeing a movie with friends we would all walk over to the local pizza place. I can still remember the unique smell of a Pizzaville pizza. We would all pool our money and buy a pizza to share while we sat together talking and laughing.
The innocent days of the 70s left as I was transformed into a teen of the 80s. Cindi Lauper told me, "Girls Just Want to Have Fun." Kenny Loggins encouraged me to be "Footloose". Madonna and Prince told me lots of things I shouldn't have heard and Kool and the Gang told me to "Celebrate". I am sure some celebrated a little too much while others were too insecure and afraid of being hurt to let go and be footloose. I do wish that I had made more memories with my friends from high school.
Like the 70s, the 80s passed by as I transformed once again. This time taking me into adulthood. I graduated in 1984 and began life as a wife with responsibilities of a woman. There wasn't internet or cell phones to keep me connected to my friends and I lost touch and didn't see many friends for years. Who would have thought that after 25 years any one of us would still care about the other. After all we have spent many more years apart than together. I suppose that the bonds we shared were stronger than any of us imagined they could be. We are bound to each other by the commonality of our pasts. Old relationships are being renewed and strengthened. New friends have been grafted in through marriages and there are even budding friendships between our children.
Chattooga County, Georgia may not be good for much in most people's eyes but it was in Chattooga's lovely valley with hills on every side that I met the best friends anyone could dream of having. I had a childhood that most would say was ideal. My teen years were filled with more than my share of fun. The 90s found me becoming a mother for the first time and shortly after the new millinium I became a mother once again. Now the first decade of this century is almost finished and I find myself wondering what the next decade will bring. My prayer is that it will bring friendships closer, strengthen my family bonds, and bring overwhelming joy to our lives.
My siblings and I could often be found running an obstacle course designed by my brother. Being one of four children required me to play along so that we would have even teams. Oh, how I hated those things!! Chicken fights, playing in the water from the hose pipe when the summer heat became unbearable, and endless rides around the yard in the wheelbarrow were common activities in my southern childhood. A rare trip to the store for my mom became sock war time for us kids. She would barely get out the door before my brother would say, "Go get all your socks! Hurry up! I will set up the forts." Dining room chairs became barricades to hide behind. The battles would last until we heard Mom's car turn into our driveway the sound of which sent us on a mad scramble to set everything back in place before she could make it into the house.
Winter months found us on a blanket being pulled wildly through the house across the hardwood floors. There were the very rare snow filled days when we would scrape enough snow together to make a snowman even if he was only 1 foot tall and covered in pine needles. Of course we were always sporting those fashionable striped tube socks on our hands serving as mittens.
Many afternoons my sister and I would put on one of mom's country music albums and skate through the house in our socks. If not skating we would probably be jumping on our parent's bed while wearing every pair of pantyhose my mom owned on our heads. This instantaneously changed us from blonds to brunettes. I couldn't count the number of times we fought over who had more pairs of pantyhose. I so wish more of those moments had been captured on film but sadly they only exist in our fragile memories.
A birthday party for one of my older siblings with music and dancing comes to mind. Back then nobody was excluded from the party because of age. Things were so innocent and fun. I remember slow dancing with a neighbor who was a family friend to the song "Let Her In" by John Travolta. Grease and Star Wars playing in the local movie theatre created a chance to sit beside a cute boy nervously hoping he liked you as much as you liked him. Sweaty palms, shaky hands. Making sure you positioned your hand so that he could easily take hold of it if he chose. So anxious about sitting with him that the movie passed without you really seeing it. Butterflies filling my stomach until I feared floating out of my seat and my heart pounded so hard I knew he could hear it.
Many times after seeing a movie with friends we would all walk over to the local pizza place. I can still remember the unique smell of a Pizzaville pizza. We would all pool our money and buy a pizza to share while we sat together talking and laughing.
The innocent days of the 70s left as I was transformed into a teen of the 80s. Cindi Lauper told me, "Girls Just Want to Have Fun." Kenny Loggins encouraged me to be "Footloose". Madonna and Prince told me lots of things I shouldn't have heard and Kool and the Gang told me to "Celebrate". I am sure some celebrated a little too much while others were too insecure and afraid of being hurt to let go and be footloose. I do wish that I had made more memories with my friends from high school.
Like the 70s, the 80s passed by as I transformed once again. This time taking me into adulthood. I graduated in 1984 and began life as a wife with responsibilities of a woman. There wasn't internet or cell phones to keep me connected to my friends and I lost touch and didn't see many friends for years. Who would have thought that after 25 years any one of us would still care about the other. After all we have spent many more years apart than together. I suppose that the bonds we shared were stronger than any of us imagined they could be. We are bound to each other by the commonality of our pasts. Old relationships are being renewed and strengthened. New friends have been grafted in through marriages and there are even budding friendships between our children.
Chattooga County, Georgia may not be good for much in most people's eyes but it was in Chattooga's lovely valley with hills on every side that I met the best friends anyone could dream of having. I had a childhood that most would say was ideal. My teen years were filled with more than my share of fun. The 90s found me becoming a mother for the first time and shortly after the new millinium I became a mother once again. Now the first decade of this century is almost finished and I find myself wondering what the next decade will bring. My prayer is that it will bring friendships closer, strengthen my family bonds, and bring overwhelming joy to our lives.
Monday, December 6, 2010
17 Days Before Christmas
17 Days before Christmas Ande is ready to scream
Cause Sweet Little G is just being so mean.
I need a drink, oh but now I am through
Turn the channel-- no I don’t want it on 2!
Can I watch Jeff Foxworthy? No, G you can’t.
I’m telling you people I’m ready to rant.
I know it is Christmas a time to be happy,
But to be honest right now I feel kind of crappy.
I’m listening to Christmas music by Kenny G
Hoping that will bring me some glee.
I think it might work, I’m getting that feeling,
Gotta go! G dropped his drink and its spilling.
Merry Christmas
Cause Sweet Little G is just being so mean.
I need a drink, oh but now I am through
Turn the channel-- no I don’t want it on 2!
Can I watch Jeff Foxworthy? No, G you can’t.
I’m telling you people I’m ready to rant.
I know it is Christmas a time to be happy,
But to be honest right now I feel kind of crappy.
I’m listening to Christmas music by Kenny G
Hoping that will bring me some glee.
I think it might work, I’m getting that feeling,
Gotta go! G dropped his drink and its spilling.
Merry Christmas
17 Days Before Christmas
17 Days before Christmas Ande is ready to scream
Cause Sweet Little G is just being so mean.
I need a drink, oh but now I am through
Turn the channel-- no I don’t want it on 2!
Can I watch Jeff Foxworthy? No, G you can’t.
I’m telling you people I’m ready to rant.
I know it is Christmas a time to be happy,
But to be honest right now I feel kind of crappy.
I’m listening to Christmas music by Kenny G
Hoping that will bring me some glee.
I think it might work, I’m getting that feeling,
Gotta go! G dropped his drink and its spilling.
Merry Christmas
Cause Sweet Little G is just being so mean.
I need a drink, oh but now I am through
Turn the channel-- no I don’t want it on 2!
Can I watch Jeff Foxworthy? No, G you can’t.
I’m telling you people I’m ready to rant.
I know it is Christmas a time to be happy,
But to be honest right now I feel kind of crappy.
I’m listening to Christmas music by Kenny G
Hoping that will bring me some glee.
I think it might work, I’m getting that feeling,
Gotta go! G dropped his drink and its spilling.
Merry Christmas
Twas 18 Days Before Christmas of 2010
Twas 18 days before Christmas of 2010
and Ande was thinking of all her old friends.
The Callahan's were actively trimming their trees
with decorations piled up as high as their knees.
The Hamilton's house was all lighted and trimmed
and Drew dreamed that presents filled their home to the brim.
The Shaver's were happily settling in new routines
with all of them fitting into much smaller jeans!
The Allen family made a trip to a Christmas tree farm
where Bryant cut down a tree without getting harmed.
The Norton's were busy with Trey and Sweet G,
hoping to get a photo of them together upon Santa's knee.
The Langhams were ready for Santa's appearance
cause Annette loaded her buggy with items on clearance.
The Tutor girls outnumbered Vergil by three
and you know they don't give diamonds out FREE.
Everyone was busy with their comings and goings
but dreaming of cabins where it was snowing.
The hot tub is waiting and the loofas are ready
Will it hurry up and be February already!!
Merry Christmas Everyone!!
and Ande was thinking of all her old friends.
The Callahan's were actively trimming their trees
with decorations piled up as high as their knees.
The Hamilton's house was all lighted and trimmed
and Drew dreamed that presents filled their home to the brim.
The Shaver's were happily settling in new routines
with all of them fitting into much smaller jeans!
The Allen family made a trip to a Christmas tree farm
where Bryant cut down a tree without getting harmed.
The Norton's were busy with Trey and Sweet G,
hoping to get a photo of them together upon Santa's knee.
The Langhams were ready for Santa's appearance
cause Annette loaded her buggy with items on clearance.
The Tutor girls outnumbered Vergil by three
and you know they don't give diamonds out FREE.
Everyone was busy with their comings and goings
but dreaming of cabins where it was snowing.
The hot tub is waiting and the loofas are ready
Will it hurry up and be February already!!
Merry Christmas Everyone!!
Twas 18 Days Before Christmas of 2010
Twas 18 days before Christmas of 2010
and Ande was thinking of all her old friends.
The Callahan's were actively trimming their trees
with decorations piled up as high as their knees.
The Hamilton's house was all lighted and trimmed
and Drew dreamed that presents filled their home to the brim.
The Shaver's were happily settling in new routines
with all of them fitting into much smaller jeans!
The Allen family made a trip to a Christmas tree farm
where Bryant cut down a tree without getting harmed.
The Norton's were busy with Trey and Sweet G,
hoping to get a photo of them together upon Santa's knee.
The Langhams were ready for Santa's appearance
cause Annette loaded her buggy with items on clearance.
The Tutor girls outnumbered Vergil by three
and you know they don't give diamonds out FREE.
Everyone was busy with their comings and goings
but dreaming of cabins where it was snowing.
The hot tub is waiting and the loofas are ready
Will it hurry up and be February already!!
Merry Christmas Everyone!!
and Ande was thinking of all her old friends.
The Callahan's were actively trimming their trees
with decorations piled up as high as their knees.
The Hamilton's house was all lighted and trimmed
and Drew dreamed that presents filled their home to the brim.
The Shaver's were happily settling in new routines
with all of them fitting into much smaller jeans!
The Allen family made a trip to a Christmas tree farm
where Bryant cut down a tree without getting harmed.
The Norton's were busy with Trey and Sweet G,
hoping to get a photo of them together upon Santa's knee.
The Langhams were ready for Santa's appearance
cause Annette loaded her buggy with items on clearance.
The Tutor girls outnumbered Vergil by three
and you know they don't give diamonds out FREE.
Everyone was busy with their comings and goings
but dreaming of cabins where it was snowing.
The hot tub is waiting and the loofas are ready
Will it hurry up and be February already!!
Merry Christmas Everyone!!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Precious Lord Take My Hand
Mother Teresa once said, "I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much." I can really relate to that right now. Over the past year my life has taken many twists and turns. I had my course all mapped out until the recession hit and there were no teaching jobs to be found. When I began to fret over the time and energy that I had put into my education my husband often said, "God didn't bring us this far to drop us now." Me being the pessimist that I am replied, "Yeah but I sure do feel like He's left me dangling."
I have since come to see the wisdom of God's plan for my life in that particular area. My child's needs come before my needs and desires. I absolutely adore being home with my Sweet G everyday just like I did when I was homeschooling T. Do I miss being out in the real world everyday interacting with other adults and sharing ideas and teaching techniques with them? YES. I also absolutely loved being in an elementary school everyday. I loved the structure that it provided and the discipline I was required to have. I thrived in that environment. I do, however, believe that I am right where God wants me right now. I need to get answers about G's educational needs that I couldn't get before. He is most likely facing major surgery in the next couple of months that will require months of recovery and intense therapy. He needs me right now and I need to be here with him.
Just as I begin to understand what God is doing in one area of my life and things settle into a new normal He begins to work in a new area that throws me completely out of my comfort zone. Life is moving at a blistering pace for our family right now. T is finishing up his first semester of college, J is working lots of odd jobs at night and on Saturdays, Sweet G has had 3-4 doctor visits in the past 2 months and has another one coming up in two weeks, and several of our extended family members are dealing with crisis that affect us emotionally.
For those of you who aren't Christians this will sound crazy but it is during the darkest times in life that I feel the closest to Jesus. It doesn't make sense intellectually to hear that statement but it is true all the same. When I look back over my life I can see that when the storms of life were at their worst is when I was the closest to God. When He was all I had to look to for help I clung to Him and in Him I found peace that can't be described or understood.
So, as I pass through yet another valley so deep and dark that I cannot see what lies ahead I will cling tightly to my Jesus knowing He is holding my hand giving me the balance I need to walk through this storm. As I walk I sing,
I have since come to see the wisdom of God's plan for my life in that particular area. My child's needs come before my needs and desires. I absolutely adore being home with my Sweet G everyday just like I did when I was homeschooling T. Do I miss being out in the real world everyday interacting with other adults and sharing ideas and teaching techniques with them? YES. I also absolutely loved being in an elementary school everyday. I loved the structure that it provided and the discipline I was required to have. I thrived in that environment. I do, however, believe that I am right where God wants me right now. I need to get answers about G's educational needs that I couldn't get before. He is most likely facing major surgery in the next couple of months that will require months of recovery and intense therapy. He needs me right now and I need to be here with him.
Just as I begin to understand what God is doing in one area of my life and things settle into a new normal He begins to work in a new area that throws me completely out of my comfort zone. Life is moving at a blistering pace for our family right now. T is finishing up his first semester of college, J is working lots of odd jobs at night and on Saturdays, Sweet G has had 3-4 doctor visits in the past 2 months and has another one coming up in two weeks, and several of our extended family members are dealing with crisis that affect us emotionally.
For those of you who aren't Christians this will sound crazy but it is during the darkest times in life that I feel the closest to Jesus. It doesn't make sense intellectually to hear that statement but it is true all the same. When I look back over my life I can see that when the storms of life were at their worst is when I was the closest to God. When He was all I had to look to for help I clung to Him and in Him I found peace that can't be described or understood.
So, as I pass through yet another valley so deep and dark that I cannot see what lies ahead I will cling tightly to my Jesus knowing He is holding my hand giving me the balance I need to walk through this storm. As I walk I sing,
"Precious Lord take my hand, lead me on help me stand. I am weak. I am tired. I am worn. Through the storm, through the night lead me on to the light. Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home."
6 Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. 7 Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7 ~ NLTThe eternal God is your refuge, and his everlasting arms are under you. He drives out the enemy before you; he cries out, 'Destroy them!'Deuteronomy 33:27 NLT(©2007)
Precious Lord Take My Hand
Mother Teresa once said, "I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much." I can really relate to that right now. Over the past year my life has taken many twists and turns. I had my course all mapped out until the recession hit and there were no teaching jobs to be found. When I began to fret over the time and energy that I had put into my education my husband often said, "God didn't bring us this far to drop us now." Me being the pessimist that I am replied, "Yeah but I sure do feel like He's left me dangling."
I have since come to see the wisdom of God's plan for my life in that particular area. My child's needs come before my needs and desires. I absolutely adore being home with my Sweet G everyday just like I did when I was homeschooling T. Do I miss being out in the real world everyday interacting with other adults and sharing ideas and teaching techniques with them? YES. I also absolutely loved being in an elementary school everyday. I loved the structure that it provided and the discipline I was required to have. I thrived in that environment. I do, however, believe that I am right where God wants me right now. I need to get answers about G's educational needs that I couldn't get before. He is most likely facing major surgery in the next couple of months that will require months of recovery and intense therapy. He needs me right now and I need to be here with him.
Just as I begin to understand what God is doing in one area of my life and things settle into a new normal He begins to work in a new area that throws me completely out of my comfort zone. Life is moving at a blistering pace for our family right now. T is finishing up his first semester of college, J is working lots of odd jobs at night and on Saturdays, Sweet G has had 3-4 doctor visits in the past 2 months and has another one coming up in two weeks, and several of our extended family members are dealing with crisis that affect us emotionally.
For those of you who aren't Christians this will sound crazy but it is during the darkest times in life that I feel the closest to Jesus. It doesn't make sense intellectually to hear that statement but it is true all the same. When I look back over my life I can see that when the storms of life were at their worst is when I was the closest to God. When He was all I had to look to for help I clung to Him and in Him I found peace that can't be described or understood.
So, as I pass through yet another valley so deep and dark that I cannot see what lies ahead I will cling tightly to my Jesus knowing He is holding my hand giving me the balance I need to walk through this storm. As I walk I sing,
I have since come to see the wisdom of God's plan for my life in that particular area. My child's needs come before my needs and desires. I absolutely adore being home with my Sweet G everyday just like I did when I was homeschooling T. Do I miss being out in the real world everyday interacting with other adults and sharing ideas and teaching techniques with them? YES. I also absolutely loved being in an elementary school everyday. I loved the structure that it provided and the discipline I was required to have. I thrived in that environment. I do, however, believe that I am right where God wants me right now. I need to get answers about G's educational needs that I couldn't get before. He is most likely facing major surgery in the next couple of months that will require months of recovery and intense therapy. He needs me right now and I need to be here with him.
Just as I begin to understand what God is doing in one area of my life and things settle into a new normal He begins to work in a new area that throws me completely out of my comfort zone. Life is moving at a blistering pace for our family right now. T is finishing up his first semester of college, J is working lots of odd jobs at night and on Saturdays, Sweet G has had 3-4 doctor visits in the past 2 months and has another one coming up in two weeks, and several of our extended family members are dealing with crisis that affect us emotionally.
For those of you who aren't Christians this will sound crazy but it is during the darkest times in life that I feel the closest to Jesus. It doesn't make sense intellectually to hear that statement but it is true all the same. When I look back over my life I can see that when the storms of life were at their worst is when I was the closest to God. When He was all I had to look to for help I clung to Him and in Him I found peace that can't be described or understood.
So, as I pass through yet another valley so deep and dark that I cannot see what lies ahead I will cling tightly to my Jesus knowing He is holding my hand giving me the balance I need to walk through this storm. As I walk I sing,
"Precious Lord take my hand, lead me on help me stand. I am weak. I am tired. I am worn. Through the storm, through the night lead me on to the light. Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home."
6 Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. 7 Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7 ~ NLTThe eternal God is your refuge, and his everlasting arms are under you. He drives out the enemy before you; he cries out, 'Destroy them!'Deuteronomy 33:27 NLT(©2007)
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