What a weekend~ Jennifer, my youngest, had been begging for a slumber party birthday celebration--and I gave in. Ooops! Not enough that I had eight girls in my basement on Friday night--all night--but it was supposed to have been last week, the night before her actual birthday. Unfortunately, she came down ill, so we had to postpone it. With the next few weekends being as full as they are, I had to reschedule for the night before the annual Daddy/Daughter Dance at our elementary school. Ask me how many moms were pleased with me for that? Then again, ask how many DADS were pleased? ;-)
The party was a huge success. They did all the things that eight year olds do, along with Monika, my 9 year old. It was loud, crazy, and since the weather was so perfect, it was also outside for a time. Monika had loaded 120 plastic eggs last week for the party, so we held an egg hunt in the back yard. What a blast! A prize for the winner, and minimal sugar intake, since she filled them with just a few jelly beans and some coins...more coins I kept telling her. A lesson in forethought!
Saturday morning was a hectic few hours too; Feed the party attendees, get them packed & picked up, Monika to softball at 9;00, Jennifer to the soccer field by 9:45, then back to the homestead, picking up one of Monika's friend who spent the day with us, and attended the dance with Jeff, along with a friend of Jen's who never left from the morning and also attended with "Rent-A-Dad". They had a great night, he took them for pizza after the festivities at school and they came home, spent!
Sunday morning wasn't much easier on us; Monika had softball photos at 10:00, Jennifer had soccer pics at 1:00, and then we took a Sunday visit to Jeff's mom's house. Phyllis hasn't been fairing too well as of late. The cancer she was diagnosed with over two years ago has returned following two chemotherapy treatments. It's running rampant in her abdomen, and another attempt at chemo starts as I type this. I believe the end is near, and Jeff is working through some difficult times right now. His dad passed just three years ago this February, and I don't think he'll be taking the imminent loss of his mother all too well. Who could? How do you prepare for these moments in life?
The beauty of watching our children have parties, attend dances, smile with team-mates in group photos is to relive our own childhood. To recall those days when mom would kiss your knee, and any amount of residual bleeding didn't seem so horrifying. When dad would patch your flat bike tire, and you were back on the street pedaling for another 100 miles on that patch. The reality of watching children do all those things that bring you back 30 or so years is that the pain stings with too much hurt when the cards are dealt that remind us all that we are human. That we have life cycles.
The cycle continues, and our legacy will be that our own children will raise theirs from the very moments that we stand in proud awe over them. The first spelling bee championship, the first diorama book report. The first funeral our babies have to attend and from it, learn first hand the only two truths of this life. You are born, and you will die. It is a lesson that we prepare for all of our lives, yet the end drawing near does not ease the hurtful stabs to the heart.
My mother in law is a strong, solid woman. She has taken each step of her illness with an attitude that she would not succumb and stop living while life was here to live. She's always been like that. I've witnessed her, in recent weeks, begin to re-evaluate her own mortality, her own final chapter. She hugs with more pressure, she tells her kids she loves them more often, she listens even more intently when her grandchildren tell her stories of their busy lives. She is facing a reality that, for her son I'm married to, will find it heartbreaking to bear. I guess that's what I'm for, at moments like these. To give him the support, the spirit, and the love that he needs to move forward.
I'll be the mom who holds her daughter's hands and reminds them that Nana will be with us, always. When the tears subside, the laughter will remain. We'll have more sleep-over parties, more dances, more sports games; And she'll be watching over every one. Our task, as mothers, is to hold all of this emotion together-to weep with mild tears and not cause undue stress on our babies, they need to see strength in times like this. Especially when their father can't provide that.
Monika turns 10 in September. We'll have whatever party she wants to have honoring this milestone birthday. And we'll have the spirit of the only grandmother my girls knew smiling down from Heaven. Oh, and Phyllis will laugh ferociously at my trying to keep another eight or so girls from turning my house upside down again.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Oh, the pressure...
I've been linked to the blog of a friend I've recently found through that Facebook thingy...and I now have the pressure of feeling like I have to produce in order to be worthy of the link she's provided from her own site.
You see, she blogs far more frequently than I have proven capable of. She notes on daily events in her life, affects of her surroundings, her love of Jesus and all His Glory. She is quite the blogger to look up to.
Me? I blog when an earth shattering event in my life occurs. When a moment in time needs to be documented in more than a page in my scrapbook where pictures speak, but words are limitless. They can mold, bend, adhere and create. Words are my friends, I love them. Words are my comfort when I'm sad. They are my weapon when I'm angry. They are everything in between the two slices of bread that make up my sandwich of life.
I guess I haven't been eating much lately, the sandwiches have been lean. But now I'm motivated by the grace of my friend Ellen, in her promoting my blog to those who perpetually (or not) read hers. This will be the pressure that propels me to produce...I'm prepared to work better under pressure. Positively.
Yep, I love words, though perhaps I need to address this underlying love-affair with the letter "P"?
You see, she blogs far more frequently than I have proven capable of. She notes on daily events in her life, affects of her surroundings, her love of Jesus and all His Glory. She is quite the blogger to look up to.
Me? I blog when an earth shattering event in my life occurs. When a moment in time needs to be documented in more than a page in my scrapbook where pictures speak, but words are limitless. They can mold, bend, adhere and create. Words are my friends, I love them. Words are my comfort when I'm sad. They are my weapon when I'm angry. They are everything in between the two slices of bread that make up my sandwich of life.
I guess I haven't been eating much lately, the sandwiches have been lean. But now I'm motivated by the grace of my friend Ellen, in her promoting my blog to those who perpetually (or not) read hers. This will be the pressure that propels me to produce...I'm prepared to work better under pressure. Positively.
Yep, I love words, though perhaps I need to address this underlying love-affair with the letter "P"?
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Stepping back in time...
I recently delved into the social networking site, Facebook. It began when a friend from a High School Reunion site directed me to it, and the fun started right away. Communicating with friends is one thing--but being re-connected to long lost childhood friends is incredible.
My husband, one of six children, and never one to look back, often asks me what the attraction is that I have with the whole concept of reunions. Why do I reach out to those whose paths had detoured from mine? What do I get from opening up dialogue that ended so many years ago?
He doesn't get that the thread we all share brings us back to a simple time in life. When we played outside for hours on end. When we didn't have to check in every 30 minutes with mom to let her know we were safe. When we could walk to the local convenience store for a Slurpee...And in later years when we drove the streets of town as young adults with little concept of the dangers teenagers face today.
Those memories are the thing. They bring to full circle the present, where I currently am raising our daughters, and being reminded of the fun that childhood exudes. We sometimes forget these things in the midst of BEING parents, cautiously allowing just a little more responsibility to our own children as they grow in years and intelligence levels. I can only imagine what the next few years might bring, these first 9 have been filled with joyful moments.
I converse with some whom I have stayed in touch with--in one way or another--over the years. Some whose parents were close to mine, some who I grew apart from, and rediscovered, and even some whom I haven't even heard of over the past 35 years, or so. But with each discussion, with each post on a wall, I'm brought right back to BEING a child again. With the ability to mentally put myself there, I can wrap myself in the love of that simple time. What an enormously heartwarming tool to bring those distant recollections to the front and center...the right here, right now.
Alternately, I have found there are those who just don't carry the same heartfelt inclination in this re-discovery. Some who prefer to fill a friend list with names, but not extend friendship to it's full meaning. I pity those who lost touch with the elementary games, who've severed the ties that bring us back to the same starting point. I won't dwell on them, rather, I prefer to rejoice in the friendships that re-ignite, that begin from previous acquaintance, and perhaps those that spark from a simple shared moment in time.
Whatever the engine you choose to re-establish yourself with those from your past...I wholeheartedly encourage you to engage in some means of reconnection. My life today, as full as it is, always has room for a bit of my past to become a bit of my future. I don't know why Jeff doesn't get it--but it's my intent to continue that he see the joy that I get, and hopefully that I share with others, in making this very big world just a little smaller. It's yet another means of helping to teach my daughters the beauty of friendships, and the magic of their endurance.
My husband, one of six children, and never one to look back, often asks me what the attraction is that I have with the whole concept of reunions. Why do I reach out to those whose paths had detoured from mine? What do I get from opening up dialogue that ended so many years ago?
He doesn't get that the thread we all share brings us back to a simple time in life. When we played outside for hours on end. When we didn't have to check in every 30 minutes with mom to let her know we were safe. When we could walk to the local convenience store for a Slurpee...And in later years when we drove the streets of town as young adults with little concept of the dangers teenagers face today.
Those memories are the thing. They bring to full circle the present, where I currently am raising our daughters, and being reminded of the fun that childhood exudes. We sometimes forget these things in the midst of BEING parents, cautiously allowing just a little more responsibility to our own children as they grow in years and intelligence levels. I can only imagine what the next few years might bring, these first 9 have been filled with joyful moments.
I converse with some whom I have stayed in touch with--in one way or another--over the years. Some whose parents were close to mine, some who I grew apart from, and rediscovered, and even some whom I haven't even heard of over the past 35 years, or so. But with each discussion, with each post on a wall, I'm brought right back to BEING a child again. With the ability to mentally put myself there, I can wrap myself in the love of that simple time. What an enormously heartwarming tool to bring those distant recollections to the front and center...the right here, right now.
Alternately, I have found there are those who just don't carry the same heartfelt inclination in this re-discovery. Some who prefer to fill a friend list with names, but not extend friendship to it's full meaning. I pity those who lost touch with the elementary games, who've severed the ties that bring us back to the same starting point. I won't dwell on them, rather, I prefer to rejoice in the friendships that re-ignite, that begin from previous acquaintance, and perhaps those that spark from a simple shared moment in time.
Whatever the engine you choose to re-establish yourself with those from your past...I wholeheartedly encourage you to engage in some means of reconnection. My life today, as full as it is, always has room for a bit of my past to become a bit of my future. I don't know why Jeff doesn't get it--but it's my intent to continue that he see the joy that I get, and hopefully that I share with others, in making this very big world just a little smaller. It's yet another means of helping to teach my daughters the beauty of friendships, and the magic of their endurance.
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